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Post by Malum on Aug 25, 2010 1:49:42 GMT 5
[[okay, there...sorry,]]
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Post by Lisolette on Oct 10, 2010 22:08:48 GMT 5
The ferret turned to Seaford, slightly surprised. The way it sounded to Trixty's ears, it was the most honest thing that had ever been said to the young'un. Trixty allowed Malum to respond to his brother, not feeling like talking. Trixty smiled a "thank you" to Bluebells and Mercycotton as she patted her knee, "Of course, deary. Don't let silly thoughts like that ever cross you're mind again, understand, lil' sirrah?"
Trixty smiled and nodded. He got to his footpaws and glanced back at them. "I'm gonna go wash those bally dishes. Anybeast wanna help a poor slave?" he asked with a cheeky smile, paws on hips, as if he was the most confident, sly young trouble-maker that ever brought chaos to his superiors.
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Post by Malum on Oct 13, 2010 0:44:56 GMT 5
Malum looked up and stood up slowly, her cloak rolling down to her feet. She picked up her plate and bowed to the audience.
"If it is fine, I would volunteer to help. I would hate to make someone clean up after me." She said, watching for an answer.
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Post by sweetmint on Oct 24, 2010 2:27:51 GMT 5
"I think he means to ask whether you DO trust him. Or, he means, since he is a ferret, is he to be trusted, since apparently, all ferrets turn evil one point or another during they're lives."
Sedgewick snorted, throwing Malum a narrow-eyed half glance. He would have told her something along the lines of "then maybe y'should've thought of that before you became a ferret!" or something equally juvenile, but his mouth was so full of food he almost choked in the attempt. He managed a very dark look, though, and bestowed it without pause on both ferrets.
"I'm gonna go wash those bally dishes. Anybeast wanna help a poor slave?"
"If it is fine, I would volunteer to help. I would hate to make someone clean up after me."
Seaford, who had been silently surveying the young 'uns in front of him, snapped around at Trixty's lighthearted request.
"Y'fizzer h'is both an 'onor h'and deserved, private, so none of this 'slave' business!" he barked, and then pinned Sedgewick to his chair with a gaze akin to a blizzard. "h'And I do believe the good lancejack would like t'volunteer 'imself - 'e just looks so flippin' eager to wash some dishes, wouldn't y'say, corporal?"
Sedgewick really did choke at this. "W-what?" He stammered, and cursed inwardly at what a day this was. From start to finish, nothing but dung. In an attempt to curb any further wrath from either Seaford or his father, Sedge made an effort to change his demeanor to one of obedience, and pushed himself to his feet.
"I- I meant, yes, sah! Happy to, sah!"
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Post by Lisolette on Nov 14, 2010 7:53:50 GMT 5
Trixty flinched. "Y-yes, sah!" To Malum he peeped, "Thank ye, marm!...And brother!"
Grabbing Mal's and Wick's paws and brought them into the kitchen. "I load!" he announced before the otherbeasts could get a word in edge-wise.
Back in the galley, Mercycotton and Peppercorn was with the very few remaining hares. "It was wrong of me to decide that we should stay at Salamandastron for our anniversary, Mercy," Peppercorn sighed, patting his wife's shoulder.
"Don't fret yahself, deary. 'Twas your turn to pick."
"If the Lady 'llows it, we could visit Redwall next week," Peppercorn offered.
Mercycotton had to admit, that did sound inviting. "If the Lady allows it..." she mused.
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Post by Malum on Nov 20, 2010 21:48:22 GMT 5
Malum allowed herself to be dragged to the kitchen and looked around. She was very suprised at the amount of dishes, but knowing how many hares there are at Salamandastron, she brushed it off.
"So, this is the kitchen." She said, grimacing.
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Post by sweetmint on Jan 3, 2011 6:07:28 GMT 5
Seaford watched Trixty drag Malum and Sedgewick off to the kitchens. Satisfied the night had been one of well-deserved punishments and learning, he offered a short salute to the remaining Peppercorns and removed himself from the dining hall. Flattening his ears to block out what sounded like a rather candid conversation between the sergeant and his wife, the saturnine captain nodded at Lady Bluebells as he passed, sauntering purposefully and silently down a small passage until he was a tall, broad-shouldered shadow against candlelight, and then nothing. Sedgewick allowed Trixty to drag him along with the other ferret out of the dining hall, face pointed at his footpaws and expression one of pained compliance. It was bad enough having a vermin for a sibling, but being led by said ferret - along with another ferret, of all the bally things! - past the remaining diners of Salamandastron was downright humiliating. He pressed his lips together firmly upon entering the kitchens and all but yanked his paw out of Trixty's when his younger brother darted toward a towering pile of sullied dishware. "So, this is the kitchen."Sedgwick crossed his arms and shot Malum a surly sideways glare. "No, it's the ruddy dormitory, ferret. Of course this is the kitchen!" He adjusted his stance to one of paws akimbo, striding purposefully toward Trixty. He was forced to stop and jump to attention at the appearance of the head cook, who had returned from some netherregion within the galley. "'Ey! Wot d'ye laddies think y're doin' 'ere, eh? If'n y'think there'll be any second 'elpins, y've got another..." the cook trailed off, noticing Malum and Trixty. Like many hares on the mountain, he did not like Trixty; nor did he take kindly to finding another 'vermin' in his kitchen. His eyes narrowed. "...And what d'yeh think y're doin' 'ere, ferret?" [haihai do whatever you want to the cookdude, but this thread needs more excitement!  ] |
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Post by Malum on Jan 5, 2011 5:14:33 GMT 5
Malum ignored the rude comment by Sedgewick and started to look around. Suddenly, she noticed the smell of flour in the air and she turned to see what appeared to be the head chef. He looked at Malum and Trixty with that look that she hated so much. Oh great, cue the suspicion right... about... now. She thought.
"...And what d'yeh think y're doin' 'ere, ferret?" The cook said.
Malum frowned and her ears instinctively folded back a tiny bit. She shook her head and her ears flickered. She forced her frown to dissappear and she spoke to the cook.
"I'm here to help you with the dishes, if you don't mind, that is. After all, I could just leave you or someone else to do them." Malum said, forcing her tone not to be sarcastic or rude.
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Post by sweetmint on Jan 5, 2011 8:39:04 GMT 5
Sedgewick's ears wilted slightly as the cookhare's attention shifted to Malum. This ought to be interesting... he forced himself to remain at attention while the ferretmaid answered the older hare in what surprised Sedgewick as a level tone. Then he remembered he didn't need to salute the cook, and quickly broke stance. Ignoring his brother, the young lancejack backed off slightly with Trixty and the dishes to his back, and waited to see what might unfold between this new and unexpected meeting of Malum the ferretmaid and the stingiest cook that ever twitched an ear in Salamandastron. "I'm here to help you with the dishes, if you don't mind, that is. After all, I could just leave you or someone else to do them."The cook's ears shot up straight in what might have been surprise, awe, or downright horror. Whatever it was, it made his face look akin to a half-dead fish which had just been stepped on. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before finding his voice once more; it rose to an enfuriated squeak when he did. "Help?" he cried, " help, ferret? Two varmints een my kitchen - claiming to HELP? Y'expect me to believe that, eh?!" he gestured wildly with an oversized ladel in Trixty's direction while everybeast in the viscinity - cook assistants and wanderers alike - went quiet and turned curious gazes to the spectacle. Sedgewick, mistaking the ladle for pointing at himself rather than Trixty behind him, offered, "Well, sah, we've been commanded t'do dishes by order of Sergeant Peppercorn and Captain Sea--" The cook cut him off, still waving his ladel. "I didn't ask your opinion, you-- you-- whoever you are! I asked what those varments was doin' in my kitchen!" Sedgewick fell silent. He did not quite dare contest the head cook, over ferrets or nothing. [bahaha! ...varments. =3 This cook is reminding me of Fuzzy Lumpkins (get orf mah property! D< ) so I propose we all write him as such! ] |
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Post by Malum on Jan 11, 2011 5:15:53 GMT 5
Caramel heard the shouting and she stood up from her chair listening carefully. Then she heard the word varmints and winced. She hopped off to the kitchen and spotted Trixty and another ferret staring at the cook he was waving a ladel in their direction. She glared at the cook and walked up, placing herself in front of her brothers.
"What's the meaning of this, Chef? I assume you have a good reason for denying two residents of this mountain from helping you clean the dishes. You know, if I was one of these poor beasts helping you clean, I wouldn't care if these 2 were dead fish with sticks for hands! I'd still let them help out!" Caramel said, staring dissapprovingly at the head chef.
She turned towards Trixty and the other ferret, and then she winked.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"I'm Malum. You?" Malum asked, smiling back at Caramel.
"I'm Caramel. Trixty's Sister, though some call me his twin. We were... well I guess you could say, inducted into the family only months apart." Caramel said, smiling at Trixty. "I'm also that hare that's following you around's sister."
Malum looked at her in disbelief and Caramel winked.
"Don't worry, he's not as stubborn and obnoxious as he looks."
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