//Forgey Porgey.// //Characters involved: Taye, Darklett, Aralyn, Buckthorn//

Exploring uncharted territory, Taye opens the door to the forge and is immediately hit with a wave of warm air. Hmm, interesting. Pushing the door in the rest of the way, he steps into the room, setting down the pile of laundry he was in the process of transporting down to the storage room. Walking towards the forge, he tilts his head back, looking upwards at the ceiling, and the ventilation shaft above.

Still in the search for a great quiet place to spend some time for inner reflection and pondering of... things, Darklett pokes into the forge, thinking he's NEVER seen anybeast walk into the forge before, or walk out. So, this is obviously going to be a good place. Oh, there's Taye. He shrugs, and walks the rest of the way in, at least it's warm. "Hey, Taye." He walks around, inspecting the devices and the things those devices have begun to make. "Whatcha up to?"

Someone, intrepidly, has dropped a rope down through the ventilation shaft. There's a small puddle beneath it... the sauna entry, eh? XD The owner of the rope is sat atop the pile of ore, wrapping it around her metal-stained paws. With a high giggle at the opening of the door, she swings with the aid of the rope out into the middle of the room, dangling just off the floor.

Taye's ears perk at the sound of the door opening again behind he. Brow quirking, he glances over his shoulder. Ooh, Dark. "Hullo - sah." Because Darky's got lt. stripes, now. Yep. "How-" ... well-now, there's an Aralyn swinging across the room. Blinky-blink. "'Lynnie?" Perplexed. Oh yes.

Woah, incoming leveret. Darklett takes a step back to make sure there's no high speed contact between himself and the aforementioned swinging ball of hare. "Woah! Careful, there..." He doesn't know her name. "...Miss." He looks over at Taye. "You know her?" The lieutenant takes a few steps forward, and peers up the ventilation shaft. Huh.

Uhoh, intruders. Lynnie dangles from the rope for a few moments, before steadily sliding down it to drop onto her bottom with a oomf. Her oversized ears waver at the two elder hares while she sneakily hides the rope behind her back. You know, a good six inches of it, anyway. "'Lo Tee." She smiles brightly and innocently.

Taye's lips twitch. Amused. "Yeh, I know her." He pads over to the leveret, and crouches down in front of her, looking ever so severe. Um. Right. Suuuure, Tee. "'Lynnie, what's that there behind yer back...?" Eh heh.

Darklett looks at the rope, then back up the ventilation shaft. Heheh... That looked fun. Ahem. He walks past the two conversing leverets, moving towards the armory. He opens the door and walks in, closing the door behind him.

Aralyn looks shifty, while also trying to hide the shiftyness. It's quite the expression. She can't see it, so it must not be there. The rope twists itself around her paw, and she bites her lip with those pearly whites of hers. "Wha's wha be'in' m'back?"

Taye reaches up and over Aralyn's head, and tugs on the rope lightly. Grin. "This this behind yer back."

There's some clanging and clinking in the armory, along with some muttering from Darklett. Silence, then more clinking, then Darklett reappears in the forge, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Aralyn ees and ducks away from the paw, starting to snicker impishly. "Thas' a rope, y' -kno'-," she says, reaching up to poke Taye's paw with the very end of it. With great energy, she declares, "S' fun!" Poke poke. "Y' shoul' try't."

Taye looks up the loooong distance of the rope, and quirks a brow skeptically. "Yeh, well, I'll jus' take yer word for it..." He glances back down at Aralyn, and with a quickly flashed grin, he grabs the rope again and tugs it out of her paws, and holds it up above the leveret's head. "'n sorry, as yer big brothah, I just can't see lettin' ya do that anymore..." Cough-grin. He makes the rope's end swing back and forth, just above her arm's reach. Because, hey, big brothers have to be a pain sometimes.

Aralyn looks indignant at this, looking up at the dangling rope. Ahha. She hops, and makes a grab.. missing, of course. Another hop and a miss, and she turns a look to Taye. Heehee. "Meanie," she proclaims, before giving him a particular poke in his middle.

Darklett looks back and forth between what he has just learned is brother and sister. How cute can something be? Eh. He simply leans back against the door, crossing his arms and watching with a smirk on his face. "Oof," Taye ducks back away from the poke, and "hits" Aralyn atop the head with the rope-end. "Yep." Grin-grin.

Aha, yes, put it within reach! The little doe hops quickly, snatching the rope end between both paws. With a squeak of triumph she doth dangle, beaming up at the evil brother-hare. "Gorrit." Now, she sticks out her tongue. ;p As is the way with dangling, she starts to twist away slightly, so she places one large footpaw against Taye to steady herself. "Whatcha doin' in hee' any-way?"

Taye swings the rope back and forth a bit, so that Aralyn gets a bit of a ride. "Nothin'. Just lookin' around. Nevah been in here before." And - oh! That reminds him. Over his shoulder he glances, and spot a Darklett he does. Seeing that he is still there and a-smirking, he flashes the older buck a grin before looking back to Aralyn.

Darklett's smirk has spread into a full-fledged grin by now, and he directs it at Taye as the leveret glances at him, before moving from his spot at the door towards the two, quite entranced by the sibling interaction. He kneels down on one knee, steadying himself with a paw. He looks up at Taye, again. "You're her brother, eh?" His sight moves from Taye to Aralyn, and he gives her a small wave. "Hi, I'm Darklett. What's your name?"

"Yea', not v'ry many people in 'ere.." She recounts this whilst waving a bit, by way of Taye's pushing. Probably why she decided to create the rope-swing. Getting a bit tired from the hanging, she drops down onto her feet this time, looking about straight to Dark's face. She mirrors his smile and waves back, turning the paw up to touch her cheek, balling into a little fist. "M'Aralyn, sah." Bright smile.

"Yep," he agrees. Gripping the rope with both paws, he kind of... hangs. Well, half-hangs, half-leans. Ish. He looks between Darklett and Aralyn, and smirks ever so slightly at the "sah".

Darklett grins at the littler hare, his ears swiveling slightly at the greeting he gets back from her. "Nice to meet you, Aralyn." He, too, finds the sah amusing, his smile just slightly cracked more open because of it. He stands up, and leans against the wall behind him. "Oh, so that means you're Major Rahier's kit, eh? Good hare, your daddy."

Aralyn looks between the two, picking up on this amusement, and smiles a bit herself, though she doesn't exactly comprehend. She turns a bit, and wanders toward the furnace, peeking into its red-glowyness curiously. The heat makes her scrunch up her nose, and she turns to look up at Darklett. "Yea', s' m' da. Tee's m' brothah, M'ria m' mum." Again, she looks about the room, sighing a bit.

Taye watches Aralyn fairly closely as she moves towards the furnace, just a bit nervously. But the turning away from it is good, so he relaxes. He glances to the side at Darklett, and half-lowers his voice. "Maria's been gone - off on fam'ly business, I guess.. 'Lynnie's been kinda bummed about it." Shrug.

Darklett raises a brow as she nears the furnace. "Be careful, there, Aralyn, it's hot. Don't touch." He smiles, shaking his head at the little hare, before turning to Taye with a frown. "Ah, I see." He matches Taye's lowered voice. "Seems to be the way parenting goes in this mountain."

Heh. Taye doesn't have much to say to that, and so he shrugs and does a little feet shuffling. "Well, y'know, da' does what he can..." He looks back over to Aralyn.

"I know thaaaa'," she chimes, in that darn-adults tone of voice. Heehee. ;p She doesn't exactly go much closer, 'cause... it's too hot. She rubs at her face some, skin a bit hot. The leveret begins walking a bit again, moving toward the piles of rough ore that've made her a bit dirty already.

Darklett nods, all-too-knowingly, at Taye's assertion. "I'm sure he does. I know I would." He leans his head to the side, peering as Aralyn runs towards the ore. "Looks like she's coping well, anyway."

Taye grins at Aralyn's reply to Dark, and then nods to the other buck. "Aye, yeah. She's a good kid. Auree is, too," he adds, with a small nod. "Though she does seem to, uh... get int' things, a bit." Tentative grin. That's putting it a bit lightly, possibly.

Buckthorn pops his head around the doorway, the voices having urged him to do so. Upon seeing familiar faces buck paused, having expected to duck right back in case the hares were ones not that close to him. Yet this seemed to not at all be the case. Buckthorn slides around the doorway, remaining silent for the present moment.

Aralyn picks up a surprisingly heavy bolt of metal. It's tiny, but... "Oof." She drops the thing onto the stone below with a big thud. Instantly the paws go to her face again, and she starts to giggle, turning to hide this infraction from the adults. ;p

Darklett smirks. "Auree..." He chuckles, crossing his arms. "I actually don't have to worry about Auree anymore. She's taking care of herself now. Pretty much lives up in the crater." His voice is whimsical, as if he can't really believe it himself. "Doesn't seem to want anything to do with me anymore." He snickers at Aralyn, giving her a warm smile, and Buck... Well, he hasn't noticed him yet.

Looking surprised, Taye looks sideways at Darklett. "Really? I... yeah, I saw her up there th'othah day, actually." Now that he thinks of it. Huh. And no, he hasn't noticed Buck yet, either, what with him being all sneaky and silent. :D

Buckthorn studies them for a moment. If it was anyone other than Buck... this would be an ideal prank situation. But stiff ol' Buckthorn simply turns to leave, feeling as if maybe the lack for greetings was a classic cold shoulder. Ah, the traditional pessimist. His escape would have been complete is the large hare upsets an axe hung high on the wall. The large blade wobbles, rolling off it's pegs. Buck gasps, the blade falling right towards him. On a natural reflex the hare catches it, whirling around as the weight of the weapon upsets him. He stands there, halfway bent over with a heavy axe help clumsily in his paws, staring at the others in the room. "Uhh... spot o' trainin' 'nybeast?" Buck asks sheepishly.

//Buckthorn room-pages, "is = but ... Nice typo. I win.". Buckthorn room-pages, "And help=held... and- you know what? Figure it our yourself. grumbles".//

Aralyn has an ear or two for mischief, and a falling object definitely perks that sense. Her ear twitchtwitches, and she looks over thataway, seeing said axe about to tumble. She oohs, and blinks, starting to point at Buck.

Darklett nods, a little sullenly, to Taye, looking as if to respond before he jumps at the sudden noise of the axe rolling off its place on the wall, and turns around to see... Buck, struggling. WOAH! He jumps back, to make sure he's clear of any cleaving the axe might do, his eyes wide until the hare gains control of the weapon. Blink. Blinkblink. "...Hey, Buck. Uh... Yeah, training is fine, I guess. Just..." He takes another step away from Buckthorn. "Not while you're weilding that axe." Taye, too, turns, and also takes a large step backwards. He hehs softly, and offers Buck a half-grin. "Ya a'right, there?"

Buckthorn grunts and hefts the axe to chest level. "Made fer ah blinkin' badger lord, this!" He complains, turning to put it back on the pegs. His eyes follow the wall up... the pegs were a good arm's length away. Buck squints his eyes and slides his tongue between his teeth. There is a pause, then the hare launches the axe back on the wall. Breathing out from the effort, he turns and twitches his nose. "Oh no..." He groans, moving a paw to wave it where his left whiskers should be... they were only sad little stumps now. "I'm hideous!" He says with wide eyes. "I look like ah sideways toad."

Aralyn starts to wander on back over, peering up, head tilted, at the trio of others, watching Buck heft the axe back onto the wall. She grins at this successful attempt, and then when the older buck turns to reveal his de-whiskeredness, she starts to laugh loudly. XD "'Alf whiskah!"

Darklett widens his eyes as he spots Buck's whiskerlessness. Oh, that's just... bad. "Hey, uh... Buck? You're looking a little uneven, there... Might want to trim the other side..." Snicker. Snickersnort. Cackle!

... Heh. No, Taye will not laugh. He'll just stare, wide-eyed and with mouth agape. XD "... Woah."

Buckthorn tugs on one side of his nice long whiskers... then his paw prods once again at the short side. Buck sighs and his shoulders slump. "Give me one o'yer blades, Dah'rk." He mutters sadly, holding out his paw.

Darklett feels kinda sorry for Buck, but at the same time, it -is- humorous. He reaches down, grabbing a throwing knife and walking over to the buck, grabbing it by its blade and handing it to the other, hilt first. "Don't cut them too short, now... Don't want to have to trim them again."

Aw. Aralyn stops laughing when the buck droops, and she covers her mouth with her paw, frowning. She walks over toward the healer, and pats his thigh. "Don' worry, sah. They'll grow back, y' kno'."

Buckthorn takes the blade and looks down at the small pat. "Huh? Oh... they will? We'll that's reassuring." He says and pulls on his right whiskers, causing his cheek to come off his gums. Buck closes his eyes, holding the blade close to his face. Thats... probably not a good idea. Buck pauses, not at all wanting to do this. "Well, all my muses are jus' goin' t'have t'deal, eh wot?" He says, trying to stall.

Darklett shakes his head. "Uh... Buck? Maybe you should get somebeast else to do this, somebeast who can see where to cut them to make it even..."

Aralyn nods enthusiastically, and then frowns some more up at the two, shaking her head a little bit. "Naw naw, don' cut em off, y woul' onny loo' funnier." She grins at the thought, and then looks a bit more serious again. "Jus' lea' em, s gonna get bettah."

Buckthorn cracks his eyes open. "Uh... so what am I doin' now?" He asks, glancing at the blade near his wonderful normal whiskers... the hare jerks the blade away, breathing out. "Should I really leave it like this?"

Darklett does not know about whisker growth, so he shrugs, and looks down to the... child for advice. "They'll grow back evenly?"

Aralyn giggles, shaking her head, ears turned floppily outwards. She nods first at Buck, and then looks up to Dark. "Y' don' ave t cutcha whiskahs all th' time, dooya?" She looks back up at Buck, putting a finger over her lips thoughtfully... rather like an older doe. Uhoh, emulation. "Coul' fix it. Mum's go' powdah.."

Buckthorn breaths out. Stubs are better than looking so very lopsided. Quick as a flash Buck pulls on his whiskers and slices with the blade. The hare winces, looking down at the severed whiskers. Buck frowns, looking very sad. "Here Dah'rk..." He says, holding out the blade. The hare hesitates... then holds out the whiskers as well. "An' somethin' t'remember meh by."

Darklett's eyes flicker open a little wider as Buck suddenly clips his whiskers. "...You did it." He looks on either side... Still a little lopsided, but it's not so obvious now! "Looks good, Buck... Hope they grow back quick." He takes his knife back, putting it back in its place, but he... politely refuses the whiskers. "Hey, -you- keep those. As reminders." Nod.

Aralyn shakes her head sadly at the whisker-chop. "I c'n still helpyah," she muses, quietly, more to herself. Yes, she's got that mischief-thought into her head, and now it won't get out until she goes off and does it. Ahem. Aralyn starts to drift toward the door, probably on that quest for mum's powdah. Out the door. ;p

Buckthorn curls his paw around them, looking slightly hurt. "Aw, well... o'course." He mumbles and lets them fall to the floor. His eyes cross, trying his best to study the snout, whiskers now stubbed. "It's... not... to bad, huh?" He inquires, glancing up.

Darklett shakes his head quickly. "No, no! Not bad at all! You can -hardly tell.-" He grins at the buck, hoping he's being reassuring. "They'll grow back soon, anyway. Won't even be gone long enough for you to miss 'em!" He gives an affirmative nod, watching Aralyn head for the door. "...You think we should follow her?"

Buckthorn glances to where the dibbun left. "Err... I ave ah sneakin suspiction that lil' 'un wants t'put some sort o' purtty perfume on meh..." He says with a grimace. "Not at all sure I'd like that... an' don' lie, Dah'rk." He adds, sending the other an look.

Darklett frowns. "I'm not -lying.- You don't look bad, Buck, not at all. I'm just sayin', you'll look better once they're grown out again, see?" He grins reassuredly again.

Buckthorn sighs deeply, his eyes rolling to the ceiling. "Well, iffen y'say so." He says uncertainty, his paws scratching at his cheek. "M'...gonna go... ah'fore I get all... doe'd up, huh?" He turns, trying to his his red cheeks.

Darklett snickers. "Yeah, I'd run for your life... Save yourself." He steps out of Buck's way with a smile, waving for him to shoo. "Before you're stuck smelling all pretty-like."

Buckthorn sends a playful flick to the hare's soft nose. "Cheeky." He says with a smile, hurrying towards the door. "But widout meh... yer gonna be th' only one that poor dibbun 'as t'practice on!"

Darklett's eyes widen. "...I'm right behind you!" He makes a mad dash for the door, to get anywhere but where he is now, not wanting to feel the wrath of whatever sick idea Aralyn has cooking up in her mind.

Buckthorn turns and holds his paw up. "Oh no y'don't, Dah'rk. Can't ave ah lil dibbun in this forge un ah'tended!" Buck points out with a nod. "Yeh 'ave ah job, /Sah/."

Darklett stops just short of Buckthorn's paw. "...But..." Well, if Aralyn -did- get burned or injured in the forge, it would be his fault... "...if I'm staying, you are!" He attempts to grab Buck by the collar and drag him back in.

Buckthorn luckily Buck stepped forward before the snatch could be made. "Oh no y'don't! I'm ah'leavin'." He says and points his snout to the air, making his way to the door. "M'not daft."

Darklett follows Buckthorn again, trying to grab him by the arm and pull him back. "You wouldn't make me suffer this by myself, would you?" He pleads with the other. "If I have to, -you- have to!"

Buckthorn turns, giving him an odd look. "I /'ave/ to, Dah'rk?" He says, getting an amused smile on his face. "Really, Dah'rk." The hare turns, going to leave... again.

Darklett nods. "Yes, you -have- to stay. I'm -ordering you- to stay." He grins mischievously. "I'm not enduring that alone, Buck-o."

Buckthorn pauses for a moment, rolling the thought over in his mind. Buck grunts and goes through the door anyways. "Wote'er... 'ave fun. Heh."

Darklett was -sure- that was going to work. No, he does -not- think that counts as insubordination. "Bah! You'll pay for this, Buck-o, rest assured..." He sits down in the forge, waiting for his demise. At least it will smell nice.

Buckthorn pops his head around the corner, a large grin on his features. The buck lets out a laugh. "Good try though, Sah." He ducks back out.