justcog
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Main: Stanwick the Repentant
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Post by justcog on Jan 21, 2022 19:34:17 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, worried about Otus too. Hopefully he's just gotten distracted, nothing more!
**Stanwick kept a watchful eye over the dibbuns as they likely assembled themselves into a line as ordered! Well, most the dibbuns at least. Upon hearing the fearful words of the kitten not too far from him, the towering weasel would peer down to her for a moment before a soft smirk came to his lips.**
"Yes, you do, but don't be fearing nothin'!" **He replied back to her, slowly crouching down to be closer to eye level with the nervous dibbun. He reached out with his free hand, gently using his thumb to dab away the forming tears on her face.**
"Here, you can hang on to this; made of solid oak wood, nothin' is gonna get through that." **He continued, moving to offer his round shield to Madeline. Like Stanwick said, solid wood, but not terribly thick; Madeline would be able to lift it!.. even if it was nearly as tall as she was.**
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Post by Otus Shortwing on Jan 21, 2022 22:34:58 GMT -5
**Otus watched Stanwick put the rest of the chestnuts into the sack and clicked his talons together. Darn! He muttered some sort of curse under his breath. But he had no problem waddling into line with some of the other dibbuns to go downstairs. He has night vision! The cellars are great!**
**Milo the mousebabe came up to the agitated Madeline and held out his paw.**
Is okay, Mads, I been to da cellars once wiff my ol' dad once. Is a lotta barrels, dat's all, an' some of dem have strawberry fizz in 'em! You can hold my paw da whole time.
**He looked up at Stanwick.**
I kin help carry da shield too!
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Post by Madeline on Jan 25, 2022 17:47:27 GMT -5
**A few more tears trickled down Madeline's cheeks as she looked up at Stanwick, then at Milo. Sniffling, she accepted the shield and the offered mousepaw. Her eyes were still big and teary, and her ears were plastered flat against her head, but she followed the group down into the cellars, if with hesitant steps.**
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justcog
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Main: Stanwick the Repentant
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Post by justcog on Jan 27, 2022 15:04:53 GMT -5
**Stanwick had a keen ear for people cursing under their breath, had done it many times himself after all. Although honestly? He weasel didn't care; unlike most others in the abbey, Stanwick wasn't exactly keen on good manners and the like. Digressing, as the dibbuns lined up save for Madeline and Milo, Stanwick would look down to the pair with a soft smile. Ah, kids; scared of the dark and reassured by holding hands. Sometimes he wished he could go back to being as young as they were! As Madeline reluctantly took the shield with still teary eyes, Stanwick would slowly extend a hand out and pat her on the head**
"Nothin' to be afraid of down there. Plus you got uh... what's-his-name... Martin. Yeah, you have Martin wit' you." **Stanwick cooed, still trying to reassure the wildcat before rising up to his feet once more. It was a short trip to the cellar, and an even shorter time for Stanwick to get mad at the lock**
"This... stupid THING! Won't even budge!" *He exclaimed, hand on the door handle and rattling it continuously as if that would suddenly undo the lock**
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Post by Madeline on Feb 5, 2022 17:36:06 GMT -5
**A pat on the head did not help Madeline's mood any. Her ears were still plastered flat on her head, her eyes were still wide and teary and filled with worry. But she hoisted the shield and toddled along after the other Dibbuns. As the adult continued to grumble and fight with the handle, she took a deep breath and managed to squeak out,** "Do yous has da key??"
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Baron Chall Wattson
Busy Dibbun
my birthday is August 7th, not sure why it's mixed up
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Main: Baron Chall Wattson
Alt 1: Kalt Riverwalk
Alt 2: Frogtut Backfoot
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Post by Baron Chall Wattson on Oct 8, 2022 0:10:42 GMT -5
OOC: Hey, can anyone join this QRBQ? I’m planning to join this one when I have the chance (anytime soon when I’m not as busy). This sounds like a good ol’ roleplay, and I hope I don’t go in way too late! (Considering the last post was on February! )
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justcog
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Post by justcog on Oct 8, 2022 17:00:05 GMT -5
(All's fine, join if ya want! I'll kick this back up
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Post by Madeline on Oct 17, 2022 17:06:28 GMT -5
(Please join!)
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Post by Otus Shortwing on Oct 27, 2022 14:13:38 GMT -5
**Milo the mouse still held Madeline’s paw, and he wiped his other paw under his nose.**
Mista Stan, um, wick, I heard once that if you rub oily cheese on rusty door hedges, um, it makes them work again. If they’s stuck. Maybe it works onna lock too.
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justcog
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Post by justcog on Oct 27, 2022 17:48:25 GMT -5
Do yous has da key??
"The key? Yeah, I've got a key right 'ere!" *The weasel exclaimed as he gently plucked the shield he had given Madeline back into his own hands. Once he had a hold on it, his hand would grab the handle, the other coming to the edge of the shield as he raised it above his head. For a moment it seemed he was going to bring the edge crashing down on the door handle! That was until another voice piped up-*
Mista Stan, um, wick, I heard once that if you rub oily cheese on rusty door hedges, um, it makes them work again. If they’s stuck. Maybe it works onna lock too.
"That... that would make things much easier than this. Thank you li'l... mouse..?" *Stanwick responded, shield still raised over his head. Only after realizing he didn't know Milo's name did the shield lower back down to an at-ease position. Oily cheese, where was he supposed to get that? The kitchen probably...*
"Right." *He muttered to himself before turning heel to face Madeline, Milo, and the other dibbuns once more*
"Madeline, I'm going to give you the shield again, okay? It's a sign of status and pride and-... You're in charge, make sure the others don't get up to any mischief while I'm gone." *Stanwick whispered to her, lowering the shield once more for her to take before lightly patting her head and taking his leave to the kitchen... leaving the rabble of dibbuns unattended, the exact opposite of his job.*
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