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Involves:
- Callide
- Ceric
- Corrin
- Dosu
- Kelley
- Fenton


Fenton staggers down the staircase, one arm slung over Jesmin's shoulder. His dizzy voice rises and falls as he sings an old minstrel tune. He has a remarkably lush and melodious voice, but his diction is less than pristine. "Ho, down in the valley, the green, green valley . . ."

Ceric narrows his eyes and feels very much like a child as he stands beside Dosu. Looks rather upset.. "I hate them..." Doesn't know what to do.. "He goes on about me like..I can't handle myself and that I think I'm a warrior, when all I try and do is..protect myself and those I love..Probably because I'm shorter than the other fox's my age.." Ears turn back.

Callide cocks his head at Kelley, curious. "Uh, that's a strange sounding drink, my friend."

Callide looks at Ceric, smiling. "Height has nothing to do with my opinion."

Kelley's ears perk a the tender wanders away, and his head turn in Fenton' direction. "A minstrel! How delightful. All that barking has hurt my ears." he then peers back towards Callide. "Oh. I don't drink strait liquor, it ruins my ability to taste candy."

Callide chuckles. "Now where did you hear that?"

Kelley says, "It just does. It makes candy taste all.. tingling."

Ceric bares fangs again. Then sighs.

Dosu quickly turns to Collide and stares at him with cold eyes. "....No one asked for your opinion. So drink your drink and leave us be...." says the marten in his rough voice, a hint of anger noticable.

Callide just stares at Kelley for another few seconds before shrugging. He turns to the bartender. "Make that three shots of scotch in my own. Thank you."

Kelley smiles toothily at Callide, before he glances over his shoulder at Dosu, ruffling his ponytail. "Shh." he puts his long finger up to hi lip.

Callide glances at Dosu. "Such a big sword. You know what they say about beasts with big swords...because I don't." He chuckles.

Kelley murmurs, "It'd fall upon me and squish me to bits. I'm awful with long swords."

Callide smirks at Kelley. "Perhaps so. But such a beast must be very slow."

Ceric almost hides behind the marten, ears flickering in upset anger.

Kelley perks as the drinks arrive, and the rum'd drink is set before the ermine, and the scotch before the feline. "Ah! Yay!"

Dosu grins slightly as he speaks, "....never underestimate your enemy.... a good warrior should know that......"

Dosu then turns to Ceric, still grinning as he speaks under his breathe to him.

Kelley chirps, "I'm not a warrior."

Callide holds up his glass to Kelley. "Cheers, my friend." He glances at Dosu. "I -never- underestimate anyone."

Fenton says, "Her eyes were pale blue--" He stumbles on a wormhole in the wooden floor. "--an' her heart it was true . . . ""

Ceric nods and glares angrily. Murmurs back.

Kelley nudges Callide gently, "Look at his lovely little maid." he motions towards Fenton.

Jesmin, once again, plays supportive usher to the overweight ferret. Her ears are pinned back flat, and the remaining inner flaps stand on end from the off-tone melody. Her eyes roll away from him, briefly averted attention to the room and its occupants quickly brought back to maintain sudden throws of balance. The noticeably smaller bat just about stumbles once or twice, especially on that wormhole bump.

Callide sips at his drink and contemplates the flavor before looking up. "You refer to the bat? Yes, quite pretty. But I like my own species better." He grins and sips again.

Kelley murmurs, "Oh, but your species has such sharp claws."

Dosu holds his paw up to his mouth, trying to hold back his sudden outburst of laughter.

Callide chuckles. "Oh, most certainly. The longer the nails, the more alluring."

Ceric grins mischievously, then goes to help the bat with the ferret. "Excuse me, do you need assistance, Jesmin?"

Fenton peers over his spectacles at the crowded bar, and then drags Jesmin towards the center of the room. He plops his massive bulk in a chair at one of the tables and sits there silently, glaring at Ceric.

Kelley shudders at Callide, "Oh, fearsome. It makes them twice as dangerous when you insult them."

Kelley's eyes widen in that classic way his species has upon spotting all of Fenton's shiny things.

Dosu looks up to see Ceric approach the bat and the ferret.

Kelley murmurs to Callide. "I think he's trying to make us jealous."

Callide smirks, revealing a pointed fang. "That's why you -don't-." He sips again. "But cats are the most easy going species of all. Feral only when need be." He glances at Fenton before sipping again. "It's not working."

Ceric looks confused at the glare, then smiles. "Perhaps I could..play something /this/ day for you?" Ears perking. Wonders if Fenton is drunk, and if so..how much...

Kelley sighs softly, "Must be nice. We tend to be a rather vicious species.. I'm lucky I didn't get a notch in my ear from all that childhood play."

Fenton instantly brightens. "Play, ah, of course. Capital, capital. Yes, lesh have a little jig, eh, my pet?" he says, grinning at Jesmin.

Callide cocks his head as he watches Fenton. "Yes, no need to mar anything near our faces." He suddenly pulls up his sleeve, revealing a long ragged gash running from his wrist to his shoulder. "You have them where no-one can see them."

Jesmin doesn't seem to pick out the brief references towards her, much too busy with Fenton to deal or associate with other creatures. With Fenton set, and Ceric's first question answered, the bat grimaces at the new ideas. She shrinks timidly, "Oh.. I don't know."

Ceric goes to his bag and pulls a violin and bow out. "..Perhaps the ermine will dance with you, sir." To the ferret. Light chuckle.

Kelley's ears twitch, "Oh, dancing?"

Kelley shudders at Callide's scar, meanwhile.

Fenton guffaws and slaps his thigh.

Dosu walks to an empty table and stands facing a chair. He reaches over his shoulder and unclasps the massive sword and holds it in paw. He turns so the sword is at his front and he sits down into the chair. He then lays the monsterous sword lenght ways down his body to the floor, his legs spread and his arms around the blade of the sword, paws clasped.

Ceric smiles at Fenton and flicks his ears. Then he turns to Kelley. "If you'd like to dance, then do so.." Smirk. He backs up, then sits on the table Fenton occupies. Begins to mess with the violin, thoughtfully, as if wondering what to play.

Jesmin's tentativeness evaporates slightly, claws unclasping from before her to allow her arms to cross, and wings to drape. Her ears raise, perching high.

Kelley laughs charmingly, "I'd have to have someone to dance with."

Ceric nods towards Fenton.

Fenton grabs at Jesmin's uninjured arm. "Here's one beauty you won't have for a partner!"

Dosu jerks his head up and looks over to Fenton.

Kelley giggles.

Jesmin starts as she's grabbed, twitching rigidly. A grunt passes from her lips, followed by a heavy, slightly grateful, sigh.

Kelley says, "Oh, I wasn't interested in /her/."

Kelley returns to nursing his drink, "So, what do you think?" he inquires of Callide.

Callide waves a paw. "I have a ball room I never use, my friend. Dancing is a waste of time."

Ceric flicks his ears backward. "Sir.." To Fenton. "Would you like to dance with the ermine?"

Dosu clasps his paws tighter around the massive sword as he slowly lowers his head and closes his eyes.

Fenton blinks, then laughs again. "If the ermine doesn't mind, I'd be deeeelighted!"

Ceric smiles all-knowingly at Kelley. "Well..."

Kelley hops off of his stool and turns to face Fenton. He lets out a little laugh, "Well, unfortunately.. I'm not pretty as your companion, but I hope I'll do!"

Jesmin steps back from Fenton's side, ears falling. "Oh, you'll do fine."

Ceric looks towards the bat sympathetically, looking a little curious about her too. Stands up on the table now, beginning into a tune.

Kelley tosses his ponytail back, placing a paw on his narrow hip as he peers at Fenton, brows arched expectantly. He can't really dance with a creature sitting down, now can he?

Fenton hauls himself upright and grabs Kelley's arms.

Kelley is a slender little thing, so the grab gives him a quake.

Kelley looks innocently at Fenton, "My, what lavish wealth."

Fenton grins and releases one of Kelley's arms to turn the rings on his claws in pride.

Ceric can't help but laugh, having to choke it back. Though he knows being grabbed by the large ferret would throw his slender butt about just as much.

Callide watches everything with a sort of detached amusement. "Well, shall we see some dancing?"

Ceric starts off with a more energetic song on the violin, tail beginning to flick along with the rhythm automatically.

Jesmin looks on quietly, ears twitching at the sound of the violin. Her eyes wander away from the spectacle, crossing the room idly.

Fenton grabs Kelley again and begins whirling him about the floor.

Callide smirks as the two dance. Something he would never do.

Kelley,by all means should be bloody being knocked about. Fenton's big enough to likely launch him across the room, if he wishes. However, his foot work is exceptional. He looks hardly caught off guard, and even manages to dip gracefully away any object that might steer into their path.

Callide claps his hands a bit. "You dance like water, Kelley."

Now /this/ is amusing. The foxtodd smirks as he keeps up with the tune. He gives an all-knowing glance in Dosu's direction.

Kelley let's out a charming trill of laughter, "Oh my. An aggressive dancer. How wonderful."

Callide sips at his drink again, finishing it. Cocking his head at the barmaid, he orders a bottle of whiskey. As it arrives, he pops the cork and drink deep straight from the bottle.

Ceric now knows why the bat-maiden did not want to dance with the ferret.

Fenton attempts to spin Kelley.

Kelley's head ducks under Fenton's thick arm, and the length of his ponytail curls out. He manages the spin on the ball of his footpaw, keeping his tail curled around his thighs. He lets out a peal of laughter, "What fun! You're such a marvelous dancer."

Callide sips at the whiskey, which seems to have no effect on him at all. "Do some flips or something," he calls.

Ceric looks to be thinking if he could manage a flip while still playing the violin..

Fenton giggles and bows. "Why, thank you very much, meh dear. My compliments to you, as well. Ha, hahahahahaha, ha!"

Dosu lays back in the chair, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. His arms lay loosly around the blade of the huge sword and now one paw is lyingon the other.

So the foxtodd decides to attempt a back flip at a strange break that is in the song. Keeps up the fast tune, until then, when he runs the bow sharply over the instrument in the strange, break-note, then springs into a tight, no-handed back flip. Doesn't land on the table again, but behind it on the floor in a crouch. He continues the song. Seems happy that he can still do that.

Callide watches Ceric. "I didn't mean -you-."

Jesmin watches a moment longer, expression stoic, before rising casually. She tucks the chair forward while making a wary glance about the tavern room. Her eyes stray back to the dancing pair thoughtfully before she makes a move towards a far wall, empty of tavern customers.

Ceric flicks his ears back. "Well..then..."

Dosu sighs lightly as he hears the bat make her way to the far wall of the tavern... his usual place...

Ceric watches Jesmin and just keeps up the song.

Fenton begins maneuvering Kelley towards Jesmin's corner, merrily bobbing up and down all the way.

Kelley uses his tail as a 'watch out for chair' guard, dancing like .. well, he could likely pass as a very slender maid at this point. "And off we go!"

Callide laughs. "You look like a girl, Kelley."

Fenton snatches at Jesmin. "Come and join in, my blue-eyed valley maid!" he calls. Never mind that Jesmin's eyes aren't the slightest bit blue.

Kelley wiggles an eyebrow at Callide, "Such is my lot, best accept it. Otherwise, if I cut my hair .. I'd look like an ugly girl!"

Callide waves a paw airily, before tipping the whiskey to his lips. "You're still a male, my friend."

Jesmin's face melts into an expression of one who can't seem to escape a pesky fly, and has given up swatting at it to endure its incessant buzzing. A high pitched squeak of sorts escapes her throat as she's snatched up, the maid attempting to duck out of the dance.

Ceric keeps up his energetic tune, until the abrupt ending. Pauses there and watches the beasts that are/were dancing.

Fenton releases Kelley and begins dragging Jesmin about, when suddenly, the music stops. The pudgy ferret stops in the middle of the room, pouting and swaying. "Oh, crumbs."

Ceric smirks. "Perhaps a slower tune?"

This suggestion is possibly so Fenton won't break Jesmin in half in his exuberance...

Fenton grins and nods. "Certainly. After, a, little, breather," he says. He collapses in his chair again, sending the chair screeching across the floor.

Callide glances at Fenton, disgusted at the panting ferret. He never wants to see another fat ferret dance as long as he lives.

Dosu opens one eye and looks lazily over to Fenton and Jesmin. He stands from the chair and pulls the massive sword onto his back, and then walks over to Ceric. He pulls a small pouch of gold from one of his many pockets and sets it on the table beside Ceric, then mumbles somthing to him.

Ceric nods and puts the pouch in his pocket for safe keeping. "Are you going then?"

Jesmin stands rigid where she was left, grateful the upbeat music was stopped, along with the equally upbeat dancing she was being brought into. Surely that fast paced dancing with a beast so much larger than herself, and drunk for that matter, wouldn't have ended up to well.

Fenton slouches in his chair. His nose is tipped to the ceiling and his mouth sags open.

Callide scowls at Fenton, sipping at the whiskey again. "Please...close your mouth."

Dosu grins as he speaks, "...yes...I'm off.... Until we meet again....". Then walks to the door and ducks out and disapears onto the dirt road.

Dosu heads outside to the dirt road.

Dosu has left.

Callide's plea falls on deaf ears. Within minutes, a raucous, rumbling noise begins emanating from the ferret. Even his snores are somewhat musical.

Ceric watches the marten leave, then plays a very slow, soft, hollow-like tune. Almost could be called a haunting lullaby. Looks towards Jesmin with narrowed eyes.

Callide looks over at the bag Dosu had left. "Accepting some sort of pay?"

The fox then moves over to the bat, reaching into his pocket and holding the pouch of gold out to her. "Here." Ceric says softly to Jesmin. "It's from Dosu."

Callide shakes his head. "That beast -reeks- of stale blood, Ceric. You might do well to stay away from the massive sword-yielder."

Ceric looks over at Callide. "What does that mean exactly?"

Ceric nods his head. "I know he is. But I feel safer being closer to the marten."

Callide smirks again. "Because you can't find you're battle? Or because he offers a visage of courage you do not posses?"

Ceric shakes his head. "No..Because if he ever goes mad, I just might be safe.."

Callide gives him a curious look. "What?"

Ceric gives him a very cunning smile, then turns back to the bat.

Jesmin looks a bit uncertain with the fox's approach, and even more so with the offered bag. Her hands withdraw, and she mutters a soft, half-whispered, "Pardon...?" Reppa has disconnected.

Ceric shakes it. "It's gold. If you need anything.."

Jesmin's hesitant gaze flicks from the gold, to the fox, then to the passed out ferret- and back to the fox. She continues looking slightly befuddled with this tod, whom she still hardly knows.

Merdez comes down the stairs.

Merdez has arrived.

Ceric holds out the pouch still. "Take it and go then." His tail wags reassuringly and he smiles. "You don't need to be here anymore.."

Merdez steps in from the outside, shaking his head and sending off water droplets. His cloak, naturally oiled, drips dry with remarkable speed. The foxlord sniffs water from his nose and goes to unclasp his cloak, moving towards the bar.

Ceric watches the wet foxlord enter the tavern and move towards the bar. He doesn't move away from Jesmin though right now. Waits for her to take the pouch of gold. His arm is starting to get tired held out like it is..

Jesmin casts a timid glance, once again, back at Fenton- sure he'd be ready to jump up from that chair and march her upstairs. Her free digits circle the offered back, and tuck it towards her, head dipping into a deep bow. Her voice falls to the lowest of whispers, "Thank you." Her ears perk as Merdez enters, and fall again as she takes a pace back towards the door.

Ceric smiles, putting his paw in his pocket. "See you around then." Goes to the bar himself, turning back on the bat so she can go without worrying.

Merdez lifts a paw to the tender, draping his cloak over a free stool, and taking a seat. He turns to take in Ceric and Jesmin both, "Sir Ceric," he says, nodding, "And I do not believe I know you, lady bat. Might I have your name?"

Jesmin shrinks backwards at the voice, half turned. Again, those towering ears perch up as she turns back to the foxlord, fidgeting with the bag of gold still held between her paws. She glances hesitantly at Fenton's large, drunken, unconscious form seated in a chair. ".. Jesmin. My name's Jesmin." She dips a tiny bow, "Pardon, I must be.. leaving."

Ceric glances back at Jesmin as she is spoken to, then turns back to the foxlord, nodding his greeting. "My Lord." Says nothing more because of 'introductory matters'. Watches the bat again, ears lowering just slightly. His tail begins to flick at the very end.

Merdez gives Jesmin a smile, and reaches out to take the cup of wine offered by the 'tender, "Well met, Lady Jesmin. If you've pressing business, then I won't delay you. Stars guide you."

Jesmin's head dips into a nod, knees tipping another one of those timid bows, and soon she's hurrying out the door- her final steps a heated dash.

- Jesmin flees south along the dirt road, into the rainy night.

RW Abbey: Entry
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This is a sandy area between Great Hall and the main gates of the Abbey. It obviously gets a great deal of traffic, if one is to judge by the number of pawprints going every which direction here. There is an obvious path leading to the double doors of Great Hall. In places that are not so trampled, new shoots of green grass and budding dandelions are making their presence known.

Shadows are lengthening, and the sun has begun to sink behind the western wall.
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Exits/Entrances:
[G]reat [H]all [C]limb to the [R]amparts [A]bbey [P]ond
[Ga]te [H]ouse [Leave] through the gates [Open] Ground
[C]hampion's [C]ottage
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Exits: [Fly]
With:
[DYN] Corrin


The rain continues to fall outside of the abbey, not so much in torrents as earlier that day. Mud collects in the bare places on the ground in the entry and the sky is rather black right now.

Corrin sits in the very entrance of the Great Hall, staring out at the weather and his ears flickering quickly. The bat has his wings/arms around his legs.

A figure emerges from the murky wet and darkness, rushing as though the demons of hellgates were heavy on her heals. Jesmin bolted through the open gates, lured by the towering structure she'd seen when she and Fenton had passed it on their journey to the Gull. The maid makes a move to turn back and look over her shoulder, and choking on her own fear winds up slipping forward and landing flat on her stomach. The bag of coins goes flying, and lands upon the steps of the abbey, spilling its contents of gold.

Corrin looks concerned at this, standing quickly and hurrying out into the rain to see if the female bat is alright. He doesn't even look at the gold that has spilled as he moves to Jesmin's side. The bat is already /soaked/ by the time he reaches her and kneels, ears turning back in a worried expression, almost like he's miserable from the rain. Goes to help her up with a chitter of concerned noises, before his voice is heard. "Are you alright?.."

Jesmin looks about ready to smack the male, setting off into a series of aggressive screeches until she comes to realization of him. Her ears tower high above her head, swiveling this way and that erratically with the patter of the rain. She had been soaked through long before she even reached the gates. The splint of her wing has shifted out of position, and for the most part hangs loosely. "Wh-", she chirps low, stepping back and heaving a hard sigh of relief. "Yes.. Yes, thank you. Yes." She echoes, "Yes.."

Corrin smiles kindly towards the other bat. "Perhaps...we should go inside.." Low, calming cooing noises emit deep in his throat, and his ears slowly raise as he nods towards the Abbey building they are standing in front of. His wings trail in the mud and he goes to pick up the bag and gather a few of the scattered gold coins. The Natterer looks towards the gate while he is in this position, as if not sure if some beast is about to burst through them after Jesmin.

Jesmin does act, for all the world, like someone was chasing her- though apparently, this was not so. Though soaked, the batmaid didn't seem to pay attention to the rain. Instead she watched the other bat closely, with occasional backward glances as he kept his eyes on the gate. She seems hesitant, almost as if she had absolutely no clue what she is doing. But she nods anyway, approaching the steps to the Great Hall. "Yes.. Yes, thank you."

Corrin follows her at her leisurely pace, picking up all the gold that she dropped, and glancing backward every now and then. The small creature isn't sure if he is ready to face whatever made her act so..frightened. The male bat soon gets everything back up and sets the muddy coins into the pouch for. Shakes his head rapidly to try and get the insistent water out of his eyes. They will soon be inside the warm stone room.

Jesmin seems to have forgotten about the gold, given to her as an escape gift. Ears flick to rid themselves of dripping water as he takes for the doors, and she follows. If only slightly, Jesmin relaxes, and attempts a fleeting, timid sort of smile. She does spare a final backward glance, however.

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:. Logs .:

- Log 1 - Capture

- Log 2 - Failed Escape

- Log 3 - Worries

- Log 4 - Confirmed Fears

- Log 5 - Escape to Redwall

- Log 6 - Legends and Songs at Redwall

- Log 7 - Recapture

- Log 8 - Spawn of Fenton