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Post by Malum on Mar 1, 2010 4:47:32 GMT 5
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Post by phrostphyre on Mar 1, 2010 6:20:27 GMT 5
Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left....
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Post by Malum on Mar 2, 2010 4:52:54 GMT 5
Abess Nutmeg rolled her eyes, and hit him upside the head.
"Shut up you great big doggie!" She tried to lift it but failed.
"UGGGGGGGGHHHHH THIS IS HOPELESS!" suddenly she got an idea.
"SISTER! Can you treat him right here?"
"Yes. But I will have to get everyone to leave him alone while I stitch him up. Huh, great big oaf, being stabbed in the stomach, and then diving into the dorty water, and then thinking that you're going eat like this!"
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Post by phrostphyre on Mar 2, 2010 5:04:23 GMT 5
"Ai'm nae a great big doggie, Ai'm a wee wolfie... Besides, Ai'm always hungry after a wee stramash. In fact, Ai'm always hungry...." Grimacing as Abbess Nutmeg hit him on the head, Convel chuckled anyway and started whistling the tune 'The Drunk Northerner Song'.
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Post by Malum on Mar 2, 2010 5:21:35 GMT 5
Sister growled, and grabbed her disenfectant achohol, and poured it on his wound. She grabbed her sewing kit, and sewn him up. She grabbbed a bandage, and wrapped it around his wound, and back. She sat up, and dusted off her hands.
"There."
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Post by phrostphyre on Mar 2, 2010 6:28:08 GMT 5
"Oww! That hurt! Why was Ai given nae whiskey for disinfectant or number?" Convel seemed lost without his 'whiskey' item.
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Post by Lisolette on Mar 2, 2010 6:43:29 GMT 5
(ooc: Uh...Phrost, being a real song doesn't make it appropiate.
Do it again and we'll have to use disceplenary action.)
BIC: Soiler giggled, and began to sing the song in a slurred vooice, and bumbled around. Growling, Foremole Rootarkin swooped up the molebabe and gave him three straight lickings on the tail, then set him back down to help with Convel.
Soiler rubbed his rump, blinking away tears of pain.
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Post by phrostphyre on Mar 2, 2010 6:47:49 GMT 5
(ooc: I'm very sorry. I shall never make any reference to it again.)
"Do we have any food? Ai am verra, verra hungry." As if to punctuate this, the stomach of the massive wolf growled, letting every beast know, yes, I'm still here, and yep, I'm hungry!
~*~
Inion ignored the other wolf and set about dragging Convel over to the fire. She explained:
"He might get cold, and instead of somebeast staying up all night with him, he can lay by the fire and stay warm."
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Post by Lisolette on Mar 2, 2010 7:05:11 GMT 5
"Sounds loik a gurt plan, Mizz Inion," Foremole said with a nod, "And boi dee way, do you'm think uzz'ns should bring up some vittels furr Zurr Convel over 'ere? Just in case?" He asked as he stratched his button-like nose with a digging claw.
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Post by phrostphyre on Mar 2, 2010 7:10:42 GMT 5
"Stairving. Staiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrving. STAIRVING. Staiiirving.... Of course ye should bring up food! Ai'm stairrrrrrrrrrving!" Convel glanced at the mole with the pole on the hole in the dole, and wondered where Soiler was.
"Where's my wee little buddy? Also, what is Redwall?"
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