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Post by signasul on May 16, 2007 5:02:49 GMT -5
The weasel knew immediately that the youngster was in a bad place.
"Oh man..." he said to himself "they don't calm down, that rat won’t be rotting alone."
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Post by hessper on May 16, 2007 5:30:49 GMT -5
"Heh, look, another one to add to our chorus of nothing." You muttered, perhaps to loudly.
"are You LOOKING ((I'm to lazy to make it into italics.)) to get yourself hung?"
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Post by sekraktaa on May 16, 2007 10:25:49 GMT -5
Aliks'andre swallowed heavily as fear clutched him tightly. "It's nothing sir, really. Just a misunderstanding, nothing serious." He replied, his whole body stiff and tense.
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Post by piperlaurie on May 16, 2007 12:26:26 GMT -5
As this encounter with the Draconian Otter Police was taking place, Shebat was walking through the Market Place, her eyes seeking the baskets marked with red ribbons. There were certain members of the upper class that did not agree with the way, Vermin, for lack of a better word just yet, were treated. Some of the kindlier shop keepers knew that there were hungry creatures all about and would leave their extra or about to be stale food for Shebat and others to gather for cooking and meals. You had to be sly about it, so as not to tip off the nobles or the police, but they generally avoided the back alleys of the markets. She brought her cloth bag out from under her shawl and dumped the food -there were 6 baskets out in all, into it. She hastily made her way down to the river, down under the bridge and into a dark tunnel- going deeper and deeper until she reached what appeared to be a stone wall. Grabbing a rock she knew was hidden in the left corner, she rapped three times on the stone and slowing a door with rocks all over it opened inwardly. She thanked Parker for letting her in and together they pushed the wall door closed. "Where 'ave you been girl? It bees late and the young'uns are a getting all squirrely if you know what I mean?"
"Yes, Sambat they are hungry and so now they will eat."
"They aren't the only ones,- my stomach is rumbling so loud, I think it woke the baby mouse-er what's her name again?"
"Polliwog is what we are calling her and it suits her-she is so sweet,- Oh! I hear her crying."
They turned into a rather large, long cave into what appeared to be chaos. There were children of all ages running about - 15 or so and needless to say it was loud. Clapping her hands and calling for order and quiet, Shebat was quickly surrounded by the children. They pulled at her blue skirt and clammored for her attention. There were three other grown-ups in the cave who came to help get them ready for some lunch. Their faces and hands were washed up at a bucket in the back and they all raced for the table in the center of the room. Shebat had done pretty well,-the shop keepers had been generous today,-she silently thanked the skies for this bounty. There was even milk for the littlest babes. Shebat and Sambat went about cutting bread and cheese and making sure that everyone got as much as was available to share.
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Post by signasul on May 16, 2007 15:23:54 GMT -5
"Heh, look, another one to add to our chorus of nothing." You muttered, perhaps to loudly. "are You LOOKING ((I'm to lazy to make it into italics.)) to get yourself hung?" " OOC: I dont understand this post. |
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Post by belko on May 16, 2007 18:19:48 GMT -5
((I'm joining, as a vermin but as a antagonist, and why is it the Draconian Otter Police? there's nothing Draconian 'bout otters, there not even reptiles))
Zalvon Aralphos, wildcat bounty hunter and part time highwayman was polishing his dangerous looking scimitar in a nearby alley, secretly acknowledging the confrontation on the street. He had been hired by Lord Sunstripe himself to dispose of any conspirators uprisings against him, vermin or goodbeast alike. So far it had been a pretty uneventful job, only two he had come across, and it was most likely they hadn't even any thoughts what so ever of rebellion. But, the light gray wildcat did have a death warrant and it was out for no one in particular so accident's were quite tolerable as any of the goodbeast nobles were concerced. However, vermin in his eye were not much better, Zalvon having recieved several jobs involving vermin versus vermin. He prided himself that his species had no universal allegiance to either of these common stereotypes.
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Post by hessper on May 18, 2007 3:13:10 GMT -5
(Draco was a cruel roman emperor, if I am not very mistaken, and 'draconian' reffers to him. Lol. Sorry Singasul, I didn't finish the post. I'll wait for something to happen. We need to keep the characters in the same place, really...)
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Post by piperlaurie on May 21, 2007 12:02:22 GMT -5
I will try to bring my character(s) back to the square. Sorry! Also what is the weasel's name?
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Post by piperlaurie on May 21, 2007 12:31:42 GMT -5
Down under the bridge they had finished their meal. One of the older lads, a ferret by the name of Mingus, stood hesitantly, cleared his throat and began to speak.
"I've heard rumor amongst the other street urchins, that a rebellion is a brewing. It is said that some of the vermin are banding together and planning to make the upper classes listen to our complaints and that these vermin believe we have the right to be treated equally as the goodbeasts. It is said that if fighting is necessary to make them listen, then fighting there will be."
Sambat was both startled and frightened by this talk. His sister Shebat answered the teenager, " That would be a death sentence for all of us --it would bring the wrath of Lord Sunstripe and his army crashing down upon us. We are not capable of fighting them, and don't you do anything crazy like trying to find them , please do not search out these so-called rebels. I understand what they feel, I feel it too, --we've all felt the oppression of living as vermin- being treated like our lives are worth nothing. But at least we have our lives- or some of us do. We must try to change things slowly, peacefully. We must not endanger the young 'uns any more than they already are."
"Ma'am, my dear Shebat, Mingus spoke respectfully, " The young 'uns are never safe and you know that. Unless we hide out forever, unless we never stand out or get ourselves noticed for any reason. Unless we STAY INVISIBLE! Which we cannot. No matter what we do, or how safe we play it, some young vermin,- or any of us are always at risk of being found guilty of almost any offense, without evidence or a hearing or anything at all. We've all seen the corpses swingin' in the square. And for what Ma'am? For stealing bread to eat? For stealing food to feed the babes? Or for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time? I am off to find these creatures who dare to meet secretly and who find this existence, as it is, no longer acceptable. I will not bring any harm to you- You are my family- what is most dear to me in this ugly place. But I wil pack a bag now and leave."
Shebat was near tears, but in her heart and Sambat knew too, that what the lad said was true. They both feared the bloodshed to come, but knew that it would come, -if not now then in a year, two years,-
Sadly, Shebat and the others helped Mingus to prepare himself well to be on the outside. They gave him everything they thought might be useful -that might aid him in his quest. They walked him to the wall and hugged him tightly and then let him go. He climbed up and into the sunlight and turned toward the center of town and the Square.
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Post by signasul on May 21, 2007 15:03:15 GMT -5
"You citizen!" shouted a MetroPetrol as he approached Mingus, his body covered head to foot-paw in armor. On the hares left upper arm was painted the insignia of lord Sunstripe, a Bright yellow sun, with a black 'X' in its center.
The MP grabbed Mingus by his arm and said angrily.
"What are you doing out here, its past Vermin curfew!"
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Post by belko on May 21, 2007 18:04:26 GMT -5
Zalvon's eyebrow raised when he heard the hare metion the curfew. He quickly pulled a long hood over his face as it was quite common for people to consider him vermin. But he was also quite interested in the confrontation and maneuvered himself into a position where he could here most anything and where he could track down suspects. The monitor with the basket seemed to be interesting, and he decided he would... inquire about the contents of his basket. Sheathing his blade, he stood up and prepared to follow the young monitor down the dark alleys of early night Salamandastron.
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Post by sekraktaa on May 21, 2007 18:50:19 GMT -5
Aliks'andre cursed himself. How could he've been so careless? To stay out long enough to get straight into the cursed vermin curfew. He forced these thoughts ouf his mind. He would need to be extra carefull now. He didn't want to ran into any guards. After all, he had better things to do than spending the next day dangling from a noose. He shuddered at the thought. Aliks'andre tried to be as quick and stealthy as possible, hurried down the various dark alleys until he eventually arrived at the place he called home. A small cave dwelling beneath this section of the ghetto wall, a large additional wall which surrounded the vermin ghetto like a prison. He brushed the dirty piece of cloth which covered the caves entrance aside and entered the small room beneath. Two pairs of reptillian eyes rested on him. "Aliks'andre!" He heard a female voice shout, shortly followed by the owner of this voice pulling him into a tight hug. "We were worried about you!" His older sister, Ayelena said, relief in her voice. "I'm sorry if I kept you waiting." Aliks'andre replied, showing the basked to his siblings. "I managed to get us some food." His younger brother, Dal'kor, nodded in approval. "I managed to get ourselves two apples from a kind enough trader." He said and showed the fruits to Aliks'andre. The young monitor lizard smiled. "Then let's eat." He said and joined his siblings for todays meal.
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Post by xylon on May 21, 2007 19:23:29 GMT -5
Back in the shadows of the Square, where an alleyway led off to the more shady parts of the city, a figure cloaked in gray leaned against the wall, his cold, pale eyes observing the lowly vermin being reprimanded. He was a wolf, a traveler of the lands. The wanderer had come into the city willingly, not being classified as a vermin, and was resting after a long, perilous trek from the Southlands.
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Post by piperlaurie on May 21, 2007 19:49:31 GMT -5
In the Square, Mingus had been startled by the Metropetrol's sudden appearance and frightened by the question he was not sure how to answer.
" Oh! I am sorry sir, you are quite right. I was put out of my shelter and had no choice but to leave and seek another place to stay. Do you know of a place where a homeless vermin lad -but a good lad sir, might lay his head for an evening? I mean no trouble and did not mean to miss curfew. Please can you direct me somewhere?"
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Post by xylon on May 21, 2007 20:07:23 GMT -5
The bystander wolf turned his head away from the foolish vermin. By the way they acted, it seemed like trying to squeeze out some kindness from the police patrol was like trying to pry krill from a whale's closed mouth.
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