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Post by Celebes on May 20, 2018 2:15:25 GMT -5
Wha-wha- wha' a'we you doin'? Ya made me bleed!
**Celebes dropped his gaze from the shelf above and stared at Isaiah. But before he could even cock his head in confusion, the other dibbun was up on the table and preparing to take a flying tackle at him, paper knife in paw. Isaiah looked for all the world like he had a few weeks ago, during the climax of their slingshot match, though then he had the added fury of trying to reclaim his precious sling. Reflexively, the young sea otter tried to get something in between him and Isaiah. As the only thing in paw was his pathetic paper spear, he sloppily jabbed the point out in front of him.
Then two things struck. The first was Isaiah, easily crumpling through his paper spear and tackling him. The second was general pandemonium. For whatever reason, half the class had gotten riled up and were fighting it out. But the battle was background noise as Celebes fell backwards into a pair of desks. He had been doing a lot of falling lately.**
Owff!
**Slouching back against a traffic jam of disorganize furniture, Celebes tried to forcefully push off whatever part of Isaiah was still on him. Angry, he pawed the ground around him for a paper weapon to parry potential paper dagger strikes, eventually grabbing a discarded roll of parchment that was probably once a club. As much as he liked a good scuffle now and then, he didn't like having one that would inevitably lead to scolding's and groundings. Trouble was worth it only when it wasn't punished. And setting fire to the abbey school wasn't exactly something Badgermum would let slide.**
Get'rway from mes! See what yous did?! Every dibbuns crazy as yew now'r an wes get in tons'r trouble! You puddin' brain!
**Of course, there was the other end of the equation: the desire to get back at Isaiah. Settling a score was sometimes worth the risk of a bath. Not content to just leave it at words, Celebes made a sweeping whack in Isaiah's direction. The attack was more to clear a space so that he could get back up on his paws, though actually hitting his rival would be quite the bonus.**
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Post by Barkfur on May 20, 2018 7:00:02 GMT -5
** barkfur was seriously wounded fighting the group ganging up on bomboar. but he managed to enable bomboar to escape. as he saw celebes make a whack at isaiah all time seemed to slow down. he tried to think of a way he could disarm isaiah and restarain both of them. no. there was no use. they would only gang up on him.oh well, here goes nothing. dropping his saber, he aimed his dirk at the wooden water bucket above used to clean paint brushes on the shelf closest to celebes and isaiah. it had to be full. he filled it only minutes ago when silas had left, when everybody was painting, tracing and proclaiming themselves teachers. as he sighted along the blade, he primed it and threw it with a mighty battle cry.**
HAWAAAAY THE BRAAAAAW!
** as he threw the dirk he knew that it would knock it over. he had been planning to prank brother silas with that bucket ever since he came. and he was too close to miss. too close. as the dirk hit the bucket and it toppled over,full of water, barkfur was suddenly attacked by a young harvest mouse armed with a paper longsword. he turnt to pick up a claymore and fought the harvest mouse. jab for slash, rake for lunge, until barkfur disarmed the harvest mouse in combat. he quickly rushed on a desk, and started to make temporary poultices out of the longsword the harvest mouse had, charcoal and the odd plant or flower that dibbuns brought into the classroom, while holding off waves of dibbuns with the paper claymore he had picked up. barkfur was annoyed and frustrated that celebes jabbed isaiah. if he hadn't jabbed isaiah then they would all be sparring in 3 days,at the feast, and it would be perfectly legal too!
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Post by Isaiah on May 21, 2018 20:08:01 GMT -5
Get'rway from mes! See what yous did?! Every dibbuns crazy as yew now'r an wes get in tons'r trouble! You puddin' brain!
*It seemed every time Celebes made a mistake he found a way to shift blame on to the mouse instead. Isaiah was sick of being preached at, and disappointed that his paper dagger attack hadn't had the desired impact behind it. Now, Isaiah scrabbled to find purchase on the otter, pushing towards and rocking the tall shelves behind Celebes. The position was frustrating, even more frustrating was that Celebes was now finding a way to place all the fault on Isaiah. Yes, he'd been quick to jump at a fight, Isaiah admitted. But he wasn't responsible for the actions of anyone else!*
Ger'back he'wa! *Isaiah aimed to latch onto Celebes' rudder before he could make an escape, but found his vision blinded as a wad of paper struck his temple and Celebes slipped from his grasp. The mouse was losing this engagement, bad.*
A'right, a'right! Less call a truce 'fore ol' Silas gets'a'back.
*And that's when cold water drenched the mouse to his core and Isaiah's vision was completely obscured. The worst part, beyond the shivering cold and humiliation, was that Isaiah knew he had to be at least partially repsonsible given the severe shaking he'd just given the surrounding furniture. Listing the bucket off his head just enough to regain some vision, Isaiah looked about the room, stunned. Never had the mouse wanted to hide as much as he did now. With a slow acceptance, the mouse slowly lowered the bucket back onto his head. There was a way to regain dignity after that, right?*
Okey... New game! *Isaiah's voice bounced around within the bucket, almost deafening the drenched Isaiah.*
Hide 'n' Seek! E'ery one else hide, an' I'll seek an' count unner this bucket! *Then, as an afterthought.* An' nobeast hit me w' weapons anymore!
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Post by Barkfur on May 23, 2018 0:26:31 GMT -5
Hide ‘n seek! E’ery one else hide, an’ I’ll seek an’ count unnner this bucket! An’nobeast hit me w’ weapons anymore!
**barkfur shrugged** go on matey, tell me this, where are we dibbuns gonna hide?** making a suggestion he asked**maybe in the whole abbey after we ask the habbit? Well Isaiah it’s your call, what ‘re we gonna do?
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Post by Celebes on May 23, 2018 23:23:07 GMT -5
**Managing to extricate himself from his opponents grip, Celebes refrained from further offense whilst he scrambled back onto his own two paws.**
A'right, a'right! Less call a truce 'fore ol' Silas gets'a'back.
KSSHHHHH
**A rinsing bucket fell from the shelf above, dumping its contents of paint-laced water upon the pair. Although Isaiah seemed to have gotten the worst of the drenching, Celebes hadn't escaped completely, with his front getting particularly wet. Of course, the sea otter didn't mind getting wet in itself, but he didn't care for getting his smock all soggy. Especially not in this shade of stormcloud brown.
More surprised than immediately annoyed, the dibbun otter was about to comment to his newly-headgeared compatriot when said compatriot spoke up and suggested hide-n'-seek. Well, Celebes liked the game. But...he didn't like the attention of the classroom...which was all suddenly directed their way when bucket Isaiah spoke up. At least they stopped scuffling for a second.**
Go on matey, tell me this, where are we dibbuns gonna hide? Maybe in the whole abbey after we ask the habbit? Well Isaiah it’s your call, what ‘re we gonna do?
**Celebes squeaked out an quick response.**
Let stay'n der gatehouse! I dunno if'n Isaiah can count 'igh enough for usn's tah hide in the abby. Ders plenty'a places ter hide in 'ere! C'mon!
**Celebes remained adamant in his desire to keep this impromptu recess from getting out of paw. Already the classroom had become abnormally messy, and they didn't know when Silas was going to come back to them. So why go looking for him by parading through Redwall?**
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Post by Isaiah on May 25, 2018 13:54:54 GMT -5
Go on matey, tell me this, where are we dibbuns gonna hide? Maybe in the whole abbey after we ask the habbit? Well Isaiah it’s your call, what ‘re we gonna do?
*Disoriented, humiliated, and thoroughly soaked, Isaiah had a hard time placing the voice challenging him. It did occur to him that removing the bucket might solve that problem, but Isaiah wasn't quite ready to admit that he hadn't planned to be wearing a tin bucket all along. In the end, Isaiah didn't much care where the dibbuns tried to hide, the mouse was confident enough in his seeking skills that he'd find them no matter what. And even if he didn't, it was likely Silas would punish them for not being around once he returned, if he ever did. At this point, Isaiah was mostly curious how much the class could get away with before Silas lumbered back over. As Isaiah stumbled around with both paws out in an attempt to get his bearings, another squeaky voice piped up in response from an unknown source.*
Let stay'n der gatehouse! I dunno if'n Isaiah can count 'igh enough for usn's tah hide in the abby. Ders plenty'a places ter hide in 'ere! C'mon!
*After bruising himself multiple times trying to reposition himself, Isaiah decided to stop moving until he'd removed the bucket. Of course, as soon as he registered the slight against his counting ability the mouse immediately wanted to leap on whoever the offending culprit was. Gripping the bucket in both paws to keep it squarely on his head, Isaiah managed to quell his instincts. It was probably Celebes anyway. It was a simple matter to find him quickly and make him wear the bucket for a while. After all, there's only so many places an over-sized beast like an otter could hide.*
Imma count all t' way ta' SIXTY! *Isaiah glared at the interior of his bucket, daring the metal to challenge him.* ONE! TWOOOOO! 'FREEEE. Four! Fwive. Six. *As the mouse got bored, he began to speed up his counting in an attempt to get it over with. He hadn't realized sixty was such a high number.* Se'en. 'Aite! Nine. Ten. E'ventwelvethirteentwentythirtyfourtyfiftysixty! All y'all mateys ready? 'cause I counted all 'da way!
*With a dramatic motion, Isaiah tossed the bucket behind him and set about searching for any dibbuns who'd managed to hide themselves during that time.*
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Post by Celebes on Jun 1, 2018 22:14:30 GMT -5
...thirteentwentythirtyfourtyfiftysixty! All y'all mateys ready? 'cause I counted all 'da way!
**Celebes peeked out from behind the curtain, the sound of the clanking bucket had caught his interest. Isaiah was near the bookshelf near the door, he would have to pass by plenty of trembling desks, rugs, and potted plants before reaching his hiding spot. There were still quite a few dibbuns who had decided to remain in their seats during the chaos, their ringleader in obedience seeming to be a young foxmaid. Celebes ducked back behind the curtain. What was that fox's name again? Madigold or something. The sea otter had to wonder how much less trouble they were going to get in when Silas got back. If he was quick enough, he could slip in his chair when teacher returned.
With his back to the heavy curtains, Celebes didn't have much to look at save out the window. He watched abbeybeasts go about their happy business as he dreamed of being on the other side of the glass. Long shadows were already coming off the walltops, blanketing the lawns in a dark blanket. Only a small rectangle of bright green remained at the far east side of the orchard. That would be a lovely spot to be. He briefly entertained the thought of opening the window and bailing out. No...that couldn't work. He'd have to pass by the pond, and his mum tended to be around there this time of day. Maybe if he snuck through the reeds?
The otter had almost forgot he was playing a game. What made the forgetting complete was when he saw an aged mouse, a large scroll under one arm, picking his way across the path that led from Great Hall to the gatehouse. It was Brother Silas.**
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Post by Barkfur on Jun 2, 2018 3:38:50 GMT -5
**unknowinly to both isaiah and celebes,after they had hidden barkfur and a group of dibbuns had cleaned everything up and moved the desks back. barkfur sighed, he had enough of wrecking havoc on the world.barkfur was putting the finishing touches to a drawing of himself,isaiah, and celebes when he saw brother silas in the gatehouse window. exclaiming to no one in particular he thought
silas is cummin' back, good thing We stayed in hea'. barkfur was about to brag about his skills at forethought but then a knot turned in his stomach.The others! isaiah and celebes would.be in terrible trouble. celebes might know, but isaiah wouldn't! in one fluid movement, barkfur whistled three times, a code That he celebes, and isaiah used. and That call meant danger.**
FWWEEET FWWEEET FWWEEET
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Post by Isaiah on Jun 8, 2018 20:38:25 GMT -5
Found you!
*Isaiah pointed at a dibbun who had chosen to remain at their desk, who wrinkled their nose at the mouse in distaste. Isaiah rolled his eyes, DAB's sphere of influence seemed to shrink day by day. Making his way over to the curtains on the far side of the room, the mouse casually tapped not-so-hidden dibbuns on his way over. There seemed to be far too many dibbuns and not enough good hiding spaces. Some of the dibbuns didn't even seem to be trying at all. Barkfur had organized a squad to clean up the bucket spill and start putting desks back in place. Ah well. There would still be a couple dibbuns who'd prove to be a challenge.
Finished combing one sector of the room, Isaiah closer to the window, spotting a pair of hind legs and a rudder just beneath the curtain. Somewhere behind him, Barkfur was whistling incessantly. In Isaiah's current state of focus, he couldn't quite decipher what the squirrel meant. Instead, Isaiah was preoccupied with sneaking up on the hider behind the curtain. Using both paws, the mouse swept the curtain back with force exclaiming as he did.*
FOUND YOU!
*Almost disappointed to just find Celebes, Isaiah turned away, just in time to see the door of the class room open and Brother Silas hobbling in. In a mad dash of blind instinct and reaction, Isaiah scrabbled over two desks and multiple dibbuns, nearly kicking several beasts in the process. Not too gracefully, the mouse made it into his chair, attempting his best to look perfectly natural. Unfortunately, his damp fur gave that ruse away somewhat.*
Wat, uh, what took ya so long Bruvver Silas?
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Post by Celebes on Jun 11, 2018 20:04:25 GMT -5
FOUND YOU!
**Celebes actually jumped at his sudden reveal, so focused had he been on watching the teacher round the corner. Before anything else could happen though, Isaiah was scampering away. Brother Silas was back. Celebes froze, the eyes of the old mouse locking squarely with his.**
Wat, uh, what took ya so long Bruvver Silas?
**Isaiah's question sounded like an outburst in the otherwise quiet room. Celebes meekly shuffled to his seat the moment Silas' attention swapped off of him to focus on the young mouse. The dibbun sea otter had to weave past an upturned bench and over the massive roll of unfurled parchment. He didn't even check to see what color of pawmark he was making on the paper he passed over, his footpaws still being wet from standing in the puddle of paint bucket refuse. It seemed that despite the efforts of Barkfur and some others, the room still had a few glaring signs of battle. Such as the paper dart that had been lodged in the ceiling.
Without the slightest hint of emotion on the gatehouse keeper's bespectacled face, he made an even answer to Isaiah's question.**
I was delayed by Sister Sable while fetching this map of Mossflower from her quarters.
**Celebes groaned inwardly at the mention of the Badgermum's name, but his reaction become much more audible following Silas' follow-up question of what exactly had been going on.**
I-its like dis, sah. Wes was uh, gettin' some more of der parchyments out ta tryn' practice our letters, an' den it all came down 'cause it was two dibbuns tall, an most'r us only be's one dibbun tall an it tipped...tho' some'r us might be more'n one dibbun tall, 'cause I'm tall'rn Posey an' Dewy, but still I's get'n knock'rd over by the parchyment roll'n by. But den der was so much'r paper lef over dat uh...wes try'n roll'r ups, but some of us'ns be not as good'r rollin paper, so it's turn inter 'arpoons and arrers and swords and stuff. But not der' fogihten kinds, cause we be not vermin like, though we coulda probably 'andled dem if day showed, which is why wes had ta track 'em until Tillee or somebeasty spill...OW!
**The freshly dislodged paper dart falling from the ceiling and striking Celebes on the snout did what Brother Silas' admonishing paw had tried to do around the time of Celebes' second sentence. Rubbing his nose, the gabby otter listened as the gatekeeper made a second attempt at understanding the situation.**
Is there another one of you who would like to tell me what you've been doing?
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Post by Barkfur on Jun 12, 2018 18:53:27 GMT -5
** barkfur slowly walked up to brother silas and started whispering. he told brother silas about alkie's accidental parchment incident and the "war", telling brother silas about his idea to take it to the abbot, celebes's mistake and isaiah's rage, eventually summing it up with the room being cleaned up and taking all the responsibility and apologising. brother silas gestured for barkfur to get back to his seat and then told the class**
i have decided on a fair punishment on the class.** he gestured towards barkfur and the few other dibbuns that helped clean up the room** barkfur was being honest. at redwall we do not punish those being honest.my punishment to the dibbuns that helped clean up is infirmary duty with brother joshua. ** barkfur gave a sigh of relief. he liked the otter infirmary keeper,** But to the other dibbuns that did not help, Detention.
**when brother silas's back was turned, barkfur turned around to isaiah and celebes and mouthed: hang in there, we'll help ya, he then pulled out a rope and showed it to the two. barkfur sighed, life just got a whole lot worse.
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Post by Isaiah on Jun 15, 2018 13:36:48 GMT -5
I-its like dis, sah. Wes was uh, gettin' some more of der parchyments out ta tryn' practice our letters, an' den it all came down 'cause it was two dibbuns tall, an most'r us only be's one dibbun tall an it tipped...tho' some'r us might be more'n one dibbun tall, 'cause I'm tall'rn Posey an' Dewy, but still I's get'n knock'rd over by the parchyment roll'n by. But den der was so much'r paper lef over dat uh...wes try'n roll'r ups, but some of us'ns be not as good'r rollin paper, so it's turn inter 'arpoons and arrers and swords and stuff. But not der' fogihten kinds, cause we be not vermin like, though we coulda probably 'andled dem if day showed, which is why wes had ta track 'em until Tillee or somebeasty spill...OW!
*Before Celebes had even finished his first sentence, Isaiah was already motioning frantically to cut the otter off. Much to the mouse's dismay, it seemed Celebes was completely oblivious as Isaiah swiped his paw across his neck several times in exaggerated sign language. The otter continued to ramble, and Isaiah slunk back into his chair, defeated and awaiting whatever punishment Silas would come up with. A not-to-timely paper dart stopped Celebes from worsening the situation even further, but the damage had already been done.
Isaiah was so dejected he didn't even notice Barkfur walk up to the front of the classroom and start conversing with Brother Silas. Instead, the mouse occupied himself by tracing his paw about his desk in intricate patterns and avoiding eye contact with any other dibbun out of embarrassment. Getting out of this mess would have to come later, the biggest priority now was damage control.*
I have decided on a fair punishment on the class. *Silas's low gravelly voice instantly snapped Isaiah out of his stupor. The mouse sat up straight, attempting to his best to look like a model dibbun. Unfortunately, he was given away somewhat by the spiked and sopping fur.*
Barkfur was being honest. At Redwall we do not punish those being honest. My punishment to the dibbuns that helped clean up is infirmary duty with Brother Joshua. But to the other dibbuns that did not help, detention.
*Isaiah shot a pointed look at Barkfur, the mouse didn't appreciate goody-goody dibbuns. At least Celebes had what it took to go down with him. After what seemed like an eternity of Silas teaching basic Mossflower geography, class was dismissed, save for the dibbuns deemed most troublesome. With a sigh, Isaiah settled into his chair. Now it was time to figure out how to make this entertaining...*
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