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Post by Celebes on Mar 22, 2018 20:31:09 GMT -5
**Though Silas had said his squiggles had improved since they had started, Celebes certainly didn't how. His attempts at cursive looked more akin to plucking a thread off his clothes and letting it wisp down onto the page. Just one little curly line of random nonsense. And that was supposed to be his name? Celebes didn't think so. The young otter wished that class would dismiss early, but barring that he dream he would've much preferred to be listening to Abbey history. At least that was halfway interesting, and the half that wasn't could easily be daydrempt away. But neither of those dreams would be coming true so long as Brother Silas was out of the room.
How long had Brother Silas been gone anyway? He had claimed it would just be a moment or two, but Celebes had managed to grind out his name five times by now on his desk parchment, and that was certainly more than a moment's work. Celebes dropped the charcoal stick, and wiped the blackened paw off on his smock. Leaning back on the short bench that he shared with another dibbun, Celebes looked wistfully about the small room. It was a tiny room in an already small gatehouse, and among all the scrolls and parchments it seemed like the room having occupants was an afterthought. Three of the four walls were covered with the clutter, sitting snug on multi-tiered shelves that surrounded the room.
Celebes' eyes lazily making their rounds about the room, and they eventually settled on the only unshelved wall, the rear one. Instead of be crammed with riddled old writing, the wall instead hosted a wide window, complete with a lovingly padded sill for sitting on. No dibbun was allowed to sit back there, of course, as it would be unfair to all the others sitting on the hard wooden benches. Couldn't have anybeast wistfully staring out it during lessons, either. But now there wasn't a lesson, just a dumb standing assignment to practice letters while the teacher was gone, and Celebes was sick of it. His writing paw was aching, and his rudder was cramped against the desk behind him. That's it, he was getting up while Silas wasn't here to say no.
Celebes had heard the outer door shut when Silas had left, and Celebes felt confident he could scramble back to his seat in time if when it opened again. The sea otter kicked out his footpaws, pushing out his shared desk rather than moving back his bench. With room to stand up now, he bounded up and stretched his liberated limbs.**
Somebeast find der' paints or somfin, I don't sink he's ever comin' back.
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Post by Isaiah on Mar 22, 2018 22:16:20 GMT -5
Somebeast find der' paints or somfin, I don't sink he's ever comin' back.
**The sound of a higher pitched voice cutting through the general dibbun chatter filling the room snapped Isaiah out of his daydreaming. It took a few moments of confused staring to figure out he was still in school. Though the mouse prided himself in staying relatively engaged compared to the rest of the class, Silas' lessons had a habit of putting him straight to sleep. A look down at his desk revealed a poorly drawn whiskered mouse holding an ill-proportioned sword and a shield with the letter 'M' emblazoned on it. Isaiah wiped his paw across the doodle, smearing a mess of charcoal across the parchment.
It was only then that Isaiah processed Celebes' words. Silas was missing? A devilish grin flashed across Isaiah's face as he scooted out from behind his desk, surveying the classroom. A quick stretch put some energy back in his body. Precious unsupervised moments in an Abbey classroom? The possibilities were endless. However, it seemed not all the dibbuns had caught on to the implications of their situation yet. He could fix that.**
A'righty ya bunch o' rasculs! I'mma da teacha now! *Bounding up to the front of the classroom, Isaiah dropped his features into a frown and did his best drawling impersonation of Brother Silas.*
Ev'rybeast hasta 'rite 'free pages on da col'uhr of sandals. *And then the mouse devolved into a fit of laughter at his own comedic genius.*
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Post by Riverstream & Riana on Mar 28, 2018 18:00:13 GMT -5
**Riv was busy coloring in the last corner of her parchment paper, which was blackened by the charcoal lines she'd drawn repetitively over the entire surface. Normally, the ottermaid would've been busy causing chaos or not attending at all - but her last four failed attempts to escape Abbey School had resulted in disaster, followed by days of chores. Though she'd accepted that she needed to be physically present in the dreaded classroom, Riv had not yet swallowed the drudgery of lessons themselves, utilizing her short attention span for the purposes of rebellion. Brother Silas and the elders could make her sit there, but they couldn't force her to follow the lessons. Thus it was that the ottermaid was so preoccupied in her own world, that she hadn't even noticed Silas' departure from the room.**
A'righty ya bunch o' rasculs! I'mma da teacha now!
**Riv looked up at the sight of Isaiah bounding to the front of the classroom. Crumpling up her piece of parchment, Riv was about to leap out of her seat as well, when the mouse continued on his tangent.**
Ev'rybeast hasta 'rite 'free pages on da col'uhr of sandals.
**Rolling her eyes as Isaiah burst into laughter at his own joke, Riv looked around the room at the other dibbuns, who were beginning to stir into action. Throwing her ball of parchment at the mouse, who was still laughing at the front of the room, Riv strode over to the large window and peered out of it to make sure Silas wasn't coming back. Assured that he wasn't in sight, she glanced over her shoulder at her peers clambering out of their seats.**
We's can do anyt'ing now besides learn lessons! Watcha all wanna do?
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Post by Guest on Apr 1, 2018 17:58:42 GMT -5
★★ The little fox-maid was actually quite proud of her work. Oh not the writing, but the drawing of a butterfly she had been working on all lesson. It had the prettiest little curved wings and adorable black eyes. Plus the charcoal was only a little bit smudged, which was an achievement within itself. Sometimes Alkie liked to pay attention in lessons, and actually do the work, but most of the time she just daydreamed or drew pictures. Today was one of those days. But when Brother Silas left the room, the sleepy atmosphere was gone instantly.
"Somebeast find der' paints or somfin, I don't sink he's ever comin' back."
She looked over at Celebes, who was bounding around as he exclaimed this. Never coming back? She couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or not. Maybe Silas was never coming back? What would they do then? Although it seemed that Isaiah knew what to do, for he scrambled up to the front of the classroom and proclaimed himself the teacher, beginning to draw what appeared to be their old teacher. As he devolved into laughter at his own joke, she stood up from her desk and looked around. Usually she wasn't the type to get involved with the other dibbuns' chaos, but this time she felt like having a tad of fun.
As Riv asked the group what they wanted to do, the little fox wandered around the classroom. That was when her eyes fell upon the large roll of parchment paper that stood at one end of the room. That looked fun, right? Approaching it, she looked the roll up and down. It seemed ginormous to her, but that could just be because she was a little fox dibbun. As she neared it, Alkie reached out a charcoal smudged paw to touch it, not noticing the chair leg that she was about to trip over. Stumbling, she crashed into the big roll of paper before landing on the floor, and watching as the paper rolled out across the classroom at high speed. Uh oh. ★★
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Post by Celebes on Apr 1, 2018 23:40:15 GMT -5
**With his back against a bookcase, Celebes watched as Isaiah and Riv peeled off to separate ends of the room. He couldn't help the grin that tugged on his features at Isaiah's impression of Silas. It almost seemed like something the ancient gatekeeper would make them write. On the verge of throwing back his own idea of a ridiculous assignment, the words caught in his mouth when Riv spoke up.**
We's can do anyt'ing now besides learn lessons! Watcha all wanna do?
**Celebes' ideas of rebellion hadn't extended much beyond merely getting out of his hard wooden chair, but at the other otter's prompting his mind's eye immediately turned to the equipment Silas kept on the top shelf. Stepping forward and turning around so that he could see his fantasy with his actual eyes, he stared up at the various instruments of glass and shiny metal that were atop the high shelf. They were some kind of alchemial tools, used to create medicines, spices, and such. But all Celebes' remembered from the lesson involving them was that Silas had made cool swirling colors out various powders. He had even turned a candle flame blue! They had only brought them down once, so it was high time to get them down again.**
Matesys! Whats if we get down 'der sciency stuff? We's kin make da coolest color paint'n den--WHAA!
**Midway through emphasizing his idea by jabbing a paw at the top shelf, Celebes suddenly felt something attack his ankles. The lanky otter stumbled, and, just missing a chance to catch himself on a table, went down. Having not been watching Alkie's escapades, the dibbun had no idea that it was a parchment roll attaching him. All he knew was that something akin to heavy rolling pin crossed over him, pressing him into the floorboards. And then it was dark. It felt like somebeast had just covered him in a heavy, stiff blanket.**
Mrff!!
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Post by Isaiah on Apr 6, 2018 22:43:56 GMT -5
Matesys! Whats if we get down 'der sciency stuff? We's kin make da coolest color paint'n den--WHAA!
**Having recovered from his momentary lapse of laughter, Isaiah now watched wide-eyed as Celebes' paws were swept out from under him, the otter's body almost entirely disappearing behind an enormous roll of thick parchment. Losing momentum, the roll of parchment gently thudded against Silas' desk, not even halfway unwound. The parchment itself was rather featureless, save for the otter sized mountain currently writhing beneath the paper. It was a bit disappointing actually, he had hoped for something exciting like a map, or treasure, or a treasure map. Still, the impression of Celebes' face in the parchment gave Isaiah an idea.**
'ey, dummy, gerroutta 'der! We's can't draw onnit with you unda it.
**Bounding over the parchment and Celebes' prone form, the mouse snatched up a worn stick of charcoal from his desk, sizing up the amount of space available. It was time to flex some artistic muscles.**
I gotsa' idea. Somebeast like'a Celebes or somethin' lay down onna parchment, 'den I'll trace ya! *Isaiah waved his stick of charcoal in an overly enthusiastic manner.*
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Post by Guest on Apr 13, 2018 3:11:22 GMT -5
Bomboar was watching the whole thing and was distressed to see Celebes buried under a heavy roll of parchment. And he was mad that Isaiah wasn't concerned, but just told Celebes to get up, he was ruining the hope to draw something on the parchment. "See here," he said as he picked up the roll, letting Celebes out. He used his other paw to pull out the trapped otter. Then he put the parchment back down. He couldn't stay mad at Isaiah, despite the fact he was so inconsiderate.
He lay down on the parchment. "Trace away."
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Post by Barkfur on May 16, 2018 3:53:42 GMT -5
barkfur folded his parchment into a sword and asked the group
Anyone wanna spar?
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Post by Isaiah on May 17, 2018 13:18:35 GMT -5
See here, trace away.
*Isaiah was a little perplexed by Bomboar's behavior. He didn't seem quite as excited as he that'd they'd been left all alone with no supervision, yet he was also going along with the mouse's plan. In the end, Isaiah decided he liked the otter. With Bomboar laying on the parchment, and Isaiah holding a stick of charcoal, there was only one path forward.*
A'righty matey, hol' still. *Sticking his tongue out in concentration, Isaiah focused to make the straightest squiggly line around Bomboar he'd ever drawn.*
Anyone wanna spar?
*Before Isaiah had even finished the line around Bomboar the mouse had dropped the charcoal in response to Barkfur's question. Looking around, Isaiah spotted the squirrel in question. A spar! Now that was an exciting idea, much better than any artsy stuff he could some up with. Better yet, Isaiah was fairly confident he could take this squirrel.*
Hmmm... *Isaiah shrugged his shoulders in mock disinterest, trying to conceal the excitement in his eyes.* 'Dere's not too much space in here for a spar, t'ough.
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Post by Barkfur on May 17, 2018 17:44:17 GMT -5
*barkfur was shocked! he didn't expect anyone to accept his offer. now as isaiah and the others looked at him he continued to fold weapons. staves, swords, daggers, spears... all made from paper. he laid out all his weapons in neat piles. swords, pikes, dirks,... as barkfur placed the final one down he announced.
if we spar in hea' we won't get found by ol' silas or someone els'. but maybe we could tak' this to the habbit and ask him. so! pick up a poiper weapon and pick teams! this will be team Vs team! now we have two cap'ns! isaiah and Celebes! now i shal' spin my acorn! whoever it points to gets first pick in choosig teams!
* as barkfur spun the acorn it spun and spun and the other dibbuns started picking up weapons. after what seemed like an eternity the acorn finally slowed down and landed on-*
ISAIAH! alright matey you get first pick!
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Post by Isaiah on May 17, 2018 21:06:35 GMT -5
ISAIAH! Alright matey you get first pick!
*Isaiah grinned, the squirrel's energy was infectious and a spar with Celebes on the opposing side seemed like just the right activity to let loose a little energy to Isaiah. Though, he was a little skeptical of the paper arsenal Barkfur had prepared. But it wasn't like Isaiah had managed to sneak his sling into the classroom, and the mouse didn't want to risk running for it and being caught during hours he was supposed to be in school.
Glancing around the room, Isaiah studied the arena space, ready to strategize even before teams had been set. It was a small space, and the number of dibbuns loitering made it seem even smaller. To Isaiah, however, that just made the idea of a chaotic sparring fray all the more tantalizing. Still, some space would be needed for a fight to begin.*
We gottsta' start pushin' 'dese desks to 'da side of 'da room. *Isaiah stepped over the prone Bomboar to start shifting one of the tables at the front of the room, and as he did so, registered the large size and apparent strength of the otter. He was so big his arms were hanging off the roll of parchment a fair ways!*
Uh... I be takin' Bomboar f'r my team too!
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Post by Celebes on May 17, 2018 21:52:32 GMT -5
**Celebes' world had gone dim, but before the dibbun otter could remember if he was supposed to be afraid of the dark, a firm paw had grabbed ahold of his ankle. Sliding out as clean as a peel sliced from its fruit, Celebes now lay face up on the floor, blinking. It took him a moment to figure out what happened, and he craned his head over to the source of where the assaulting paper roll had come from. A young fox-maid was standing there looking sheepish. Before he could make up his mind about her, Bomboar had joined him on the ground with Isaiah there to trace him, and the amply distracted Celebes stood up.**
Thanks matey!
**His gratitude to Bomboar was soon drowned out by a rather verbose squirrel, who seemed eager to start a scuffle. Celebes frowned as Isaiah raised the stakes, telling the other dibbuns to start moving the desks. This would be rather hard to clean up in a hurry. What if Brother Silas came back? The dibbun otter had wanted their little stretch break to be kept under wraps so they wouldn't be in trouble. Contraband paints and alchemy doodads were easy enough to hide in their desks, but not bruised noses crying Isaiahs. Which were both sure to happen if they fought.**
Uh... I be takin' Bomboar f'r my team too!
**This was happening too fast. He was still fuzzy from the fall. They were expecting him to make a choice now. Err... He would've chosen Bomboar himself if Isaiah...no wait, he could still steer the skiff back to safety. Celebes dreaded the thought of having to stay late with demerits for additional chores**.
No...dis'silly. Er...whats if wes jus paint'n stead'r? Or we coulds see who can make da better color wiff der powders up der?
**To emphasize his last point, he grabbed one of the paper spears that Barkfur had laid out on the table to point at the alchemy equipment high up on the shelf. However, he misjudged the length of the weapon, and rapped some dibbun on the chin while he swept the tip up.**
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Post by Barkfur on May 18, 2018 6:32:29 GMT -5
*barkfur,, along with the other dibbuns were picking up weapons as isaiah exclaimed.*
Uh... I be takin' Bomboar f'r my team too!
*barkfur, picking up a scimitar and a fencing sabre was about to do a fancy swords dance to make everybody laugh when celebes said
No...dis'silly. Er...whats if wes jus paint'n stead'r? Or we coulds see who can make da better color wiff der powders up der?
*barkfur sighed. he knew that some dibbun would protest. thinking quickly he thought of a great idea*
mateys! iv' got an idea! how about we go to the abbot about dis and propose this as an event for the "heroes feast" coming up in a few days! after all a little swordplay wouldn't hurt when we're honouring abbey warriors loike dandin, martin, and arven! so dat way ids todaly legal!
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Post by Isaiah on May 19, 2018 12:48:33 GMT -5
No...dis'silly. Er...whats if wes jus paint'n stead'r? Or we coulds see who can make da better color wiff der powders up der?
*Isaiah rolled his eyes before Celebes had even finished speaking. He'd grown tired of the otter's constant pontificating. Painting would be fun for all of ten minutes, while sparring was always fun. It seemed to Isaiah that Celebes was just scared of getting into a fight. Recalling their last spar, which Isaiah had now convinced himself that he'd won without question, it was no surprise really. The mouse watched incredulously as the otter walked over to Barkfur's assortment of weapons and grabbed one, as if to defend himself before any fighting broke out in earnest. Isaiah followed, eager to make the sea otter slip up and trap himself in the upcoming battle.*
Yowch!
*Isaiah found himself stumbling backwards as the overly long paper spear swiped upwards and nicked him just under the chin. Bringing his paw up the wound, Isaiah felt the smallest trickle of warm blood, signaling a paper cut. An accident or no, that wasn't an action Isaiah was about to let go. He was tuning out what Barkfur was saying now, he was too angry. Isaiah had been seriously wounded!*
Wha-wha- wha' a'we you doin'? Ya made me bleed! *Scampering up onto the table, Isaiah grabbed one of Barkfur's makeshift daggers, before using his momentum to lunge towards Celebes.*
YAAAAAAAH!
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Post by Barkfur on May 19, 2018 17:54:13 GMT -5
*as isaiah attacked celebes, pandimonim ensued. barkfur parried a saber slash from a mouse with his scimtar and disarmed a mole with his sabre. suddenly a young otter lashed out with a pike and caught barkfur on the foot. barkfur winced in pain and swung his saber,nicking the otter on his thigh. barkfur then noticed a group of dibbuns ganging up on bomboar. dropping his scimtar and picking up a dirk, he rushed towards the group.
HOLD ON MATEY! HAWAY THE BRAAAW!
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