Pasties [open]

[Skipper]

((Sorry, it isn't as good as I'd prefer, but I'll edit it later. Also, I didn't quite know where to post this since there isn't a board for the Abbey kitchens, so this is the closest I could get.))

A young otter sat alone a room cleared of all objects excepting only that of the chair upon which he sat. Truly, though, he was less alone than previously mentioned, for two large paws covered his eyes to deprive the otter of sight.

"What do you see?" asked a gruff voice, evidently the owner of the calloused paws. Barr scanned the empty room as he voiced the question, noting that all distractions had been removed. Lachina had done well.

Before his thoughts could continue, the young, momentarily blind otter answered. "I can't; ye're covering my eyes."

"Not now," came the stern reply, "before. With the weasel."

The young otter then understood. He was to remember, not focus on the present. "Ferret," he corrected, "It was a ferret. But what am I to remember?"

"Figure it out."

Lachie thought hard for a long moment, recalling every scene from the previous day. What was Barr asking for? It couldn't be the location of the stolen ships...Lachie chuckled inwardly at the notion of attempting to steal four ships without being caught -- very audacious and naive. He shook his head (or at least as much as one could with two strong paws restricting one's head movements). No, what was it? The ferret's name? The number of boats "stolen"? Lachina's interrogation with the ferret? The color of the fur of the accomplices of the ferret? (Oh, right, he had none. Idiot.) Or the -- . . . Of all things!

"Lachina," he growled accusingly.

The guilty shuffle of paws could be heard from the doorway, followed by muffled laughter. Within a moment, the two were racing from the room, Lachlan in pursuit of Lachina. The shouting and taunting echoed back through the room as Barr shook his head in amusement and listened.

"Give it back, Lachina!"

"But what fun would that be?"

"Lachina!"

"Shan't!"

Barr waved a paw as he departed from a very unamused Lachie, though whether the wave was that of farewell or dismissal he left up to the imagination.

"Not fair!" yelled Lachie from the Infirmary, still within eyesight of Barr.

Half-ignoring the comment, Barr continued to walk away, having already descended the stairs leading up to the Infirmary. Once Infirmary Keeper Tirael examined Lachie's condition, Barr would do all he could to help his son walk again, but for now Lachie would have to bear it and remain in the Infirmary for a day or two. They were steep stairs. Perhaps Lachie's confinement to a whellchair wasn't that bad. "Have fun," replied Barr simply. He had a feeling this would be a pleasant day.

Barr decided it was time to visit the kitchens. Mayhap there were a few pasties in need of taste-tasting. . .

((All right, I've run out of time, so just assume that he's already in the kitchens.))

[♥rosie ,]

[ Can I still join? I think I'm feeling idea-less for my own. xP ]

♥ Trystal .

At this point of the day, the kitchens were empty, except for the few who stayed behind to experiment with the recipes, or simply to shrug off bored minutes by playing with the ingredients. Trystal was one of them, tending to a billowy pie atop the wooden surface of a table. She picked idly at the soft surface. Selecting a piece of already-sliced pie, she nibbled the edge, only to spit it out hurriedly, a picture of distaste pasted upon her tiny face. Another experimental failure.

The young mousemaid pushed her invention aside next to the other defeat, an apple maple crumble, which tasted as bad as her original making—probably because of the extra pinch of salt and additional sspoonful of honey—, reaching over toward the windowsill where a pastie, a semi-circled, golden brown pastry with a ruffled crust, was cooling off. She looked over it, face more cautioned this time. It might just be another terrible creation, like the mix of apples, pears, and strawberries in her pie. This time, she was trying her first with a vegetable pastie. One of the more experienced cooks showed her, and it tasted wonderful, so she gave it a shot. But it could be not wonderful like the others.

Trystal cut off a small piece. In between the golden crusts were packed with thinly-sliced carrots and zucchini, peeled and diced turnips and potatoes, garden peas, cloves garlic, and chopped mushrooms. Trystal sniffed delicately at the piece she held at a distance away from her nose. Just making sure it didn't kill anybeast before they get to even try it. The pastry smelled just fine, even better than her apple, pear, and strawberry combination pie. The mousemaid put down the piece and wiped her sweating brows with a sigh. It took almost all of her concentration to make this piece even close to the one that didn't put a beast to rest.

Just then, somebeast entered the kitchens. Trystal turned around slightly to see the burly sea otter Barr stroll into the kitchen. Sometimes, Barr daunted and awed the ant-sized mouse in comparison to the huge otter. Barr was born half-blinded, as everybeast knew. His eyes, or eye, is liquid blue, while his right eye is covered with an eyepatch, which was one of the many things that gave him an intimidating look. The well-built creature had dark brown fur that lightened to a creamy brown to his stomach.

Across his stocky build were many scars of past events. Although seeing those marks usually made Trystal wince for no reason that she can find, she was amazed. It scars just seemed to display his many successes and enduring times. A basic tattoo of an anchor connected to an incomplete chain was pasted upon his right upper arm. And lastly of very worthy description, Barr Stromness was the Champion of Redwall. Trystal smiled disarmingly at the approaching sea otter.

"Hello, sir Barr," she chirped, eyes twinkling happily. "A delight to see you here. Hehee." Trystal hurriedly ran her paw across her forehead, hoping that no sweat still lingered. Quickly, she groomed her ears as well. She admired Barr much, and looking like a Dibbun's nightmare was going to be embarrassing. Another grin traced across her features.

[ -gnaws on paw- Let's hope I didn't fail on my first role-play post. xP ]

xoxo,
Northie

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[dirgecallers]

Weghul groaned with a agony that was not entirely affected. The rat had only recently been discharged from the redwall infirmary, after recieving extensive injuries. Apparently, they were so severe that he had contracted something akin to temporary amnesia. Thereby he could not answer any questions on how he came to be unconcious at the foot of the western wall.

It had been generally agreed that alone, the rat posed little threat, though they always felt wise to err on the side of caution. The armed gaurd outside his guest room at night was ordered immediatly after the elders had gotten wind of the strange things the rat had been hear mumbling in his sleep in the sick bay. He was usually free to go about the abbey unhindered during the daytime, but the abby inhabitants had been put under strict notice to report anything in the least unusual about his conduct.

Weghul grinned in satisfaction, not EVERYONE could keep watch on him could they? No, Weghul would discover the secrets of this place and no one would stop him from doing so. A place this big, there ought to be, no MUST be precious items hidden away from the public view. If he could only find where they were hidden, he might be able to get away from this place quicker.

What was that delightful smell? It seemed to be coming from the next room ahead. Very well then, there was only one room that could be. Weghul did not really care about treasure so much as self preservation, so food would be more than welcome to him. He would be careful not to upset anything, lest he be found out, and villified as a thief.

The rat was in the kitchen now, apparently alone. Seeing that no one was in sight, Weghul stealthily made his way to the nearest pantry. Opening it, he found the larder stocked high with many foodstufs, reaching to twice his height. Excited, Weghul grabbed a cheese that was near the bottom of the pile, which was really an unfortunate move. Some of the food that had been balancing atop the cheese wheel, fell to the groun with a big clatter. The noise veberated throughout the whole kitchen, and it was not long before Weghul heard the sound of two footsteps running to investigate the source of the noise.

Weghul scarcely had time to seek out a hiding place, when he was caught red handed. The guilty offender still clutching the small cheese wheel. The real tragedy however, was that the cheese had not even matured yet.

(done)

[♥rosie ,]

[ Aweshum post there, Dirge. <3 ]

♥ Trystal .

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A sudden racket sounded from within the kitchens, which was quiet at this time, thus, the rattle was rather loud. Trystal's attention was immediately turned on it. What had happened? The first thought that popped in her mind was: Dibbuns. The little young ones were always raiding the kitchens, and, most of the time, were caught, especially if somebeast was careless and allowed the loud racket to start. "What was that?" the words escaped her mouth, even though it was the dumbest question possible at this time. How would anyone around here knew?

Trystal swept her cream-hued apron, which was caked with flour, honey, and a few smears of maple syrup, aside and jumped off the stool she was seated on. As soon as she did, Trystal nearly fell face-first onto the floorboards. Catching her balance, she hurried down the room, paws pattering against the wood underneath. At one point, Trystal, again, nearly tripped over her apron, which dangled at her footpaws.

Holding a wheel of cheese was the rat Weghul. Trystal could easily recall the day when he arrived at Redwall's gate, alone, senseless, and badly injured. Quite a big crowd watched, and the story of the rat, who had been a difficult patient for the Infirmary Keeper, Tirael, to attend to, was pasted along for a few days, along with the question: How did he come to that unconscious state and ended up where they had found him? Trystal herself was curious to know, but she knew better to be sticking her nose into that business. And, Weghul, the only one who knew, or had known, was said to be in some sort of amnesia-type issue, so he couldn't recall.

Now, he was caught red-handed, trying to steal from the kitchen pantry, the cheese gripped in his claws. Trystal was personally sympathetic for the rodent, hurt, alone, and lost of memory, so it was hard to find the right words to scowl at the caught Weghul. "Weghul, shame on you! Stealing from the kitchens. That's a naughty little mouse." Trystal ranted, remember a moment when she, too, had been caught pinching pawful of candied chestnuts from its jar. She had been completely careless and let the container tip over the counter top. The words scared her for some strange reason; she was the one handing it this time.

[ Now, tisk was a bad post. xP Got real crappy at the end... ]

xoxo,
Northie[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

[Skipper]

((One mistake, North: Barr isn't Champion yet. Hence the word/s Champion-to-be. But don't worry about it -- it's a common mistake. )

Relieved to have finally escaped the incessant drivel streaming from Lachie's mind and mouth, Barr lifted a big paw to lightly push open one of the doors that led to the kitchens. He was immediately greeted by the pleasant aromas that filled the Abbey kitchens, and often wafted through to the Great Hall. Almost instantly after the first greeting, he was met by a very young mousemaid. "Hello, sir Barr. A delight to see you here. Hehee."

Barr tilted his head slightly. He didn't know who this little kitchen helper was, but it seemed she knew of him. And this wasn't the only case; for some reason, Barr was very well known among the abbeydwellers, despite the fact that he had arrived only two months before. There was already talk of Barr becoming Abbey Champion, assuming Lachie was right (and the chair-bound pain usually was). It was --

Before he could utter a reply, a sudden brattle sounded nearby. Trystal scampered quickly toward the source, and Barr followed steadily behind.

"Weghul, shame on you!" scolded the small mousemaid, "Stealing from the kitchens. That's a naughty little mouse..."

Weghul. The pitiful little rat creature had failed in his attempt to steal food. "If ye're going to steal something, it's likely best done behind their backs..." thought Barr. A smirk crept upon his face for but a second as he held a scone discretely behind his back. "...or mine." He held his tongue, allowing the mousemaid to continue berating the poor vermin. It would be interesting to watch how the newcomer would defend himself...

((Sorry, it is rather short, but sufficient, I hope.))

[dirgecallers]

When ever a thief is caught, his first instinct is always to deny his guilt. This plea will occur even if he is unmistakably, undeniably guilty upon discoery. The perpetrator hopes that by his admission of innocence he will seem so. This may work when no cause for suspicioun has ever been given. Unfortulantly, if the thief has already begat rumors around him, there remains not much hope for him. He must rely solely upon the mercy of his captor.

Weghul had already lost his hope thus far. He had once or twice tried to interject a word, but it seemed that the mousemaid was louder than he. Thus, he did not see a way to escape his current situation either,there being a big otter barring his way. Even if the rat was bigger than he was now, there was little chance of forcing a way through two able bodied beasts.

"I dinnae do it!" Weghul pleaded. "I just stand' 'ere and then de cupboard fall's on me, like dis!" It was plain from the expression on the mousemaids face, that she was not fooled in the slightest."What dis cheese?" the rat cried, "I fall down in de dark, and find it inna floor! I dinna ask for den two nosybeens to go an start accusin' me of stuff I dinna do!"

Weghul was on a roll now, and there was no stopping him. He had grown more confident now. To him, there was no way this MOUSEMAID could beat him down. "Funny and de," he went on,"Time o' de night, it not be so dark...." He sprang to defend his battered ego. "It sudden be so dark yew cannae tells whether I be rat or mice. If dat be sos, how kin yews tell what me own intention was down ;ere??"



(done)

[♥rosie ,]

[ Oh. =P; Sorry. My careless mistake. xP ]

Jets of pleas erupted from the culprit, and Trystal found herself getting an earful of it. Weghul began telling her his side of the story. "I dinnae do it!" he cried. "I just stand' 'ere and then de cupboard fall's on me, like dis!" Trystal kept her scowling impression upon her face, although pity was beginning to rise from the ramming cries of the rat. "What dis cheese?" Weghul went on, "I fall down in de dark, and find it inna floor! I dinna ask for den two nosybeens to go an start accusin' me of stuff I dinna do!"

Trystal was about to speak, but the creature kept on, his voice no longer holding its nervous tone. "Funny and de," he went on, "Time o' de night, it not be so dark.... It sudden be so dark yew cannae tells whether I be rat or mice. If dat be sos, how kin yews tell what me own intention was down 'ere??" There was a pause; Trystal kept quiet, less Weghul continued to talk, but it seemed that he was done with his protests. The young maiden ran her paw around her ears softly.

"Okay, okay, Weghul," she murmured, "I will admit that we—er, I— came to a conclusion too soon and shouldn't have accused you. Mayhap you had another reason to be down here. Er, what was that reason, Weghul?" The mousemaid dabbed a paw at her forehead, feeling sorry for the pitiful rodent. Weghul had only been recently released from the Infirmary, and he had lost his memory. Why in heavens was she scowling this poor creature? Behind her, she could hear Barr's breathing and shuffled out of the way, less the burly otter wanted to say anything.

[ Now tisk was short. Ugh. Writer's block. I can't even think straight... ]

xoxo,
Northie

[dirgecallers]

Weghul was pleased with himself. It seemed to him that indeed, the mouse had not caught onto his pithy little excuses. The rat now was prepared to launch an even more preposterous lie to cover his tracks. It would not do for those two beasts to discover the truth at any rate, for that would likely get him thrown out of the abbey.(Or so he thougt)

"I come down heres because I wakes up in de dead o night." Weghul started, "It be so dark and I bes so thirsty so I decides to go down to de kitchen. I t was hard, groping my way down where I couldn't even see my way in front a me. I heard voices and I got scared all of a sudden, I thoughts they weres gosts in de night. I den run, and smash right inyo de cupboard. Dats why it got open."

Weghul was slowly becoming relaxed as he told this outright lie to his 'gullible' listeners. At the very least the otter had not detected anything amiss yet. He decided to to press his luck one bit further, maybe too far in other beasts opinions. But Rats were ever wilely.

"Is it okay if I take dis cheese instead o de drink? I dinnae dink yews wants it nows I tech it."

(done)

[♥rosie ,]

She could tell Weghul was becoming more and more relaxed and confident. The rat told her his story, which she could make out only a little, since she wasn't use to his tongue of speech. But, she got most of it, and it went something like the rat was thirsty. stumbled down to the kitchens, groped around in the darkness, thought ghosts were about, and ran smack-dab into the cupboard, which was how it opened. Trystal had to admit that the story was convincing, if her own perspective wasn't already in her mind; having brothers who loved to tell outrageous lies got her use to what they might sound like.

Weghul then finished it off, pushing his story to a close. "Is it okay if I take dis cheese instead o de drink? I dinnae dink yews wants it nows I tech it." Trystal was weak in enforcement. She could never bring herself to scowl at anyone else. And sympathy for the rat only pushed that farther. So, she just had to accept it, unless Barr, who stood quietly behind her, decided otherwise. "Er, well, okay, Weghul. You can have the cheese instead. Perhaps it could help you go back to sleep," she murmured with a shrug. In the dark, the mousemaid always found herself whispering. A wheel of cheese for a poor rat wasn't much to lose anyway.

xoxo,
Northie

[dirgecallers]

"Fine I'll take the cheese then", replied Weghul in his triumph. It was SOO easy to fool these stupid redwallers, at least some of them. He felt almost tempted to press his luck and request Two more blocks of cheese but thought better of it. Mayhap it was the 'menacing' look from the otter that dissuaded him.

Nevertheless, as Weghul turned to go upstairs, he felt very odd. It was almost as if some distant memory was coming back to him, one that had been hidden long. It was not slow in revealing itself too, and that was not entirely agreeable to the poor rat. Apoplexy overtook him almost immediatly, and he fell, shaking to the ground.

Never had Weghul imagined that such events could have happened, let alone that he had lived them. It was some whiles before he ceased shaking, but still he lay on the floor. He could not move, it was almost as if he had been paraylzed.
The rat could still move his mouth though, and thus he was able to convey what he most desired:

"Help me"


(done)

[♥rosie ,]

"Fine. I'll take the cheese then," Weghul said. Trystal had to hide a chuckle. He was much like her, only, her mother didn't allow her to trot off with her wanted object. She watched him make for the stairs. Ah, well. At least one stab of cheese wasn't going to do anyone harm. The Weghul was a vermin beast, and, most likely, that's how he'll act. Sympathy kept overtaking her. A poor little rodent with no memory.

Trystal bent down and began to pick up the food that had toppled over when Weghul snatched the cheese wheel. When all of the fallen items were stuffed into her tiny arms, Trystal made an attempt to put them all back into the cupboard. Then there was a thump on the stairs. Trystal didn't suppose that anything happened. Mayhap Weghul was groping in the dark up the stairs again. She was about to shove the last of the foods into the cupboard when a squeak sounded from the stairs.

Trystal was bolting for the stairway in an instant. She had experienced accidents on stairs. It was dangerous; one could have tumbled down and break a neck or bone, or twist a muscle. And for poor Weghul, it was terrifying to think of. "Weghul?" the mousemaid murmured as she carefully, but quickly made it for the stairs. She was out in an instant as she found a candle sitting atop a kitchen table and lit it. With the candle held as far away as possible, Trystal retraced her steps, this time, however, much slower, her eyes flickering with discomfort in the dim light.

xoxo,
Northie

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[ Outta ideas... again. xP ]

[dirgecallers]

Cold, dark, it was as if Weghul had just returned to the womb. It was not comforting however, and every facet of the blackness seemed to bristle with danger. So chilly, a breeze was seemingly underfoot, and yet he felt no wind. Then out of the darkness it came. He had no words to describe it and nothing would come out of his mouth but a shrill scream. His own body seemed very far away as did light and hope.

A voice, seemingly near and close to his ear. Yet he could sense no one. It was calling his name-"Weghul, Weghul". The rat felt himself being lifted up, or was it his body that was being erected upright? In his despair he looked at the area where the phantom had been. It was now gone, and in its place was a shining star. It seemed to grow bigger with each passing second. Presently it envoloped his world.

Then he woke up from his stupor. He had been lying on the floor for about 5 minutes, it seemed to him like five days. Over him were the mousemaid and the otter, looking down at him with a concerned look on their faces-pity? Even down like this, the rat needed no beasts pity.

"I took a nasty fall didn't I?" Weghul chortled, trying to make light of the situation, "I jist fall down in de dark agin." Weghul scrambled to get up and regain his bearings. "See, Im jist fine, you no need to worry 'bout little 'ol Weghul, he do just fine on his own see?" Suddenly a thought came to him, a terrifying one indeed. "What!" He burst loudly, "De 'ell my cheese is?"

He found it quickly though, upon looking down. He had fallen on top of it and it was now smushed all over his chest. "Ewww!" He cried in his anguish, "I got dis junk all over me!" Mayhap the hospitality of the kind Redwallers could be tested one more time?

"I needs another cheese wheel now, dis ones gone and broke"

(done)

[♥rosie ,]

[ sorry bouts my non-posting status, but i'm waiting for Skip to post, whether he wants to or not. xD he needs to start postin', cuz i feel that he's being left out! till then, i'm on STRIKE! yeah! whoo! xD lol. ahem. er, just a message. ]

xoxo,
northie

[Skipper]

((Sorry 'bout that, North. I'll get to it as soon as I can. Can't tomorrow today, though. I've that day today to celebrate the day of my birth. I'll get to it before the 6th, if I can. )

[Skipper]

((*sigh* I suppose Barr could be Champion. It seems to confuse people enough as it is, and it couldn't do any harm.))

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As Trystal turned to leave, so did Weghul, but Barr thought to stay a little bit longer to make sure the rat didn't steal anything more. Quite unexpectedly, Weghul fell over almost instantly, in what seemed to be a short-lived seizure. Barr followed behind Trystal thoughtfully, and helped Weghul to his footpaws.

. . . Barr was certain he'd seen this before. It looked almost like a painful flashback, much like the kind Lachlan would experience now and again. First, he'd feel a bit dazed, then his body would simply shut down, meanwhilst his mind would revisit some traumatic experience -- in Lachie's case, he would reexperience the shipwreck.

Even still, this differed from Lachie's condition. It didn't seem that Weghul himself knew what it was. Perhaps the pitiful little rat didn't remember who he was, which left two possibilities. The first was that Weghul was an intensely stupid creature who forgot everything only a week after it occurred, and the second that he might have actually been competent in the past, but something happened that caused him to lose his memory. It would take a bit of work to understand exactly what was happening with Weghul.

"What!" came a sudden shout. "De 'ell my cheese is?"

Barr returned to reality.

"Ewww! I got dis junk all over me! I needs another cheese wheel now, dis ones gone and broke."

Barr objected, though it was probably not in his place to do so. " 'Old on there, rat. We can't jus' go 'round givin' all our food t'everybeast who falls onnit." The burly otter folded his arms across his chest and stared coldly at the rat to emphasize that he did not at all feel sympathy for Weghul, nor was he willing to let some forgetful stranger walk in and take as much food as he liked. On the other paw, or rather, in the other paw, Barr had moments ago slipped the scone back in its place, having felt that the kitchens were losing as much food as it was with Weghul sneaking about.

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((Sorry, 'tisn't my best. And I do apologize for my tardiness -- I'll hopefully have more time to post in the near future.))