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Post by Mary Narai on Jul 24, 2006 22:56:48 GMT -5
* After making more hotroot soup after finding a cookbook, Elena ladles some in ot the bowl and exits. Giving the soup to Raiden,she says.* There you go.
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Jul 24, 2006 22:57:09 GMT -5
OOC: I'm a black wolf.
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Post by Dante Francisco on Jul 24, 2006 23:02:24 GMT -5
OOC: Great, thanks.
BIC: *The stoat notes Taundor's gaze out of the corner of his eye and frowns slightly. Maybe he should have paid more attention to the wolf. Coughing and taking another drink of his Ale, he turns slightly so that he can take in the warrior without appearing to observe him too closely. Typical wolf. He was not unduly upset by the presence of a wolf, having seen a couple in his days as a corsair. Not much to worry about, unless old Rotfang hired him. He coughs in surprise at Elena's remark, not expecting such attitude from such a small mouse.* Er, no, 'tis fine, ma'am. I was simply trying to determine it's... *Seeing that the barmaid had moved on, he seems to turn back to his Ale with an amused smile, though he keeps an eye on Taundor. Can't be too careful.*
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Jul 24, 2006 23:04:29 GMT -5
Taundor narrows his eyes as he stares at the stoat. He abandons his soup and heads over to the stoat's table.
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Post by Mary Narai on Jul 24, 2006 23:06:20 GMT -5
Finally, a free moment.* After recieving no more orders of food, Elena walks over to Dante and says.* Sorry, you were saying?
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Post by Dante Francisco on Jul 24, 2006 23:09:37 GMT -5
*Dante looks up at Elena and gives her a half-smile.* Oh, I was merely stating that I was attempting to determine the origins and type of this delightful drink. You see, I... *The stoat hesitates, seeing Taundor approach. Swallowing, he turns back to the mouse with a smile and continues speaking, paw edging towards his sword-hilt.* Ahem, excuse me. I meant to say that I have spent so many seasons away from civilized company that I hadn't had the pleasure of tasting such fine October Ale in quite some time. *His chocolate brown eyes dart from the approaching wolf to the door, his paw now tightening about the handle of his blade. Come on, don't let this guy take you. After all, you are Captain Sawyer Hellhawk...*
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Jul 24, 2006 23:12:46 GMT -5
Taundor notices the stoat's eyes darting between him and the door, and sidesteps so that he is blocking the fastest way out. He continues walking towards the stoat.
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Post by Dante Francisco on Jul 24, 2006 23:13:47 GMT -5
OOC: Be right back.
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Post by Mary Narai on Jul 24, 2006 23:14:52 GMT -5
* Elena nods, as if this an acceptable answer.* Good. I hope you enjoy it.* Turning around, the first thing she spots is Dante/Taundors's paw on his sword hilt.* Get that paw off the sword, sir! I wont have any fighting in here! OOC: I only said DAnte/Taundor because I'm way too tired to check who.
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Jul 24, 2006 23:18:59 GMT -5
OOC: I meant Dante's sword. I'm pretty tired. Writing's getting screwed. "Sorry," Taundor mumbles. His eyes are still kept on the stoat. Walking faster, he closes the distance between him and the table.
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Post by Dante Francisco on Jul 24, 2006 23:27:09 GMT -5
OOC: Back. Mwa.
BIC: *Dante stands hastily and nods to Elena politely, unable to sit still any longer with the threatening wolf approaching.* Yes, sorry about that, ma'am. Good day, I'm afraid I must go now. *The stoat brushes past the mouse and walks stoically towards the door. Clearing his throat, he glances up at Taundor and attempts to smile.* Er, pardon me, good sir, but...my things. *He indicates his cape and hat hanging by the door with a paw and attempts to go around the wolf, hoping and praying fervently that he would just step aside and let him pass.*
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Post by Dante Francisco on Jul 24, 2006 23:29:03 GMT -5
OOC: Rats, I have to go now. I'll be back tomorrow, never fear!
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Jul 24, 2006 23:29:23 GMT -5
Taundor smiles at the stoat. "Of course, but what is your name?" Taundor motions to the table.
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Post by Mary Narai on Jul 25, 2006 0:37:50 GMT -5
*Elena shakes her head and goes back to the kitchen, to check on the hotroot soup. Before she leaves, she says.* if any of you need anything, I'll be right over here.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jul 25, 2006 3:24:44 GMT -5
**Raiden accepts the bowl of soup gratefully from Elena.**
Thanks Elena. Sure Taundor, pass some over please.
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