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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 23, 2007 23:38:38 GMT -5
"Irvines back....Silas?...Silas is that you?!?!" Shouted a voice from the crowd at the holt. Monuments later Blade emerged from the crown walking over to him with his arms out wide. He hugged the squirrel lifting him off the ground giving him a spine cracking hug. "Aw matey! How long 'as it been!?!?!"
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Post by Silas on Nov 23, 2007 23:45:26 GMT -5
Silas chuckled despite his airway being constricted by the strong otter. " 'Bout eight months, mate." He replied, patting him on the back. "I see you're doin' well."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 24, 2007 0:05:07 GMT -5
Blade released him immediately...Better...not exactly my best....It aint been the same since Undertaker died...The holt says the only one that actually saw what happened was the little otter named Taggle...and he aint dont remember much..." he began rubbing the back of his neck. "I dunno....I still dont understand it...he was one of the greatest fighter and the only real truth is buried in the mind of that little 'un...."
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Post by Silas on Nov 24, 2007 0:11:36 GMT -5
"Ah." Silas said, though not completely knowing what Blade was referring to. He had heard of Undertaker, but not how he had died. He knew Taggle much better. The little dibbun, like everybeast his age, suffered from memory loss and exaggeration from time to time. He wished to move the conversation from its morbid topic of death, but he didn't know what to say beyond what he just said.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 24, 2007 0:21:26 GMT -5
So they stood there awkwardly for quite some time until blade walked off hanging his head. "Well...that was...uh....hmm..."
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Post by Silas on Nov 24, 2007 0:27:27 GMT -5
Silas, feeling quite awkward himself, just stood there. He felt even more awkward since he didn't even know what to say to Blade. He opened his mouth to begin, but... "So..." But nothing more came out of it. He looked towards irvine after a minute or so. "You, uh, mentioned supper?"
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 24, 2007 11:12:44 GMT -5
"Of course! Supper!" he shouted aloud. Several others shouted with him from the crowd. He walked over to the crowd shooing them away as he did. "C'mon now mates stand aside. Stand aside! We have a beast to feed here." "I was already eating!" "Not you now shut-dup and make room." He said coming to the large table full of all kinda of food. Hotroot soup, Fresh fish, Spiced fish, Fish still moving, and to the side all kinds of ale. "Help yerself mate!"
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Post by Silas on Nov 24, 2007 19:23:50 GMT -5
Silas glanced over the fare with a cursory glance, but the aroma of the food, that scent simply enticed him to go and eat ASAP. "Thanks." He said to Irvine as he passed, on his way for a drink first, then, after having retrieved that, he set down some Hotroot soup in front of him and sat down to eat. It was a cold, rainy day, so the spicy dish did not trouble him as much as it would've, though he probably assumed that the classic Holt Habberath Reddust was mixed in. That was a risk he would willingly take at this point in time, and ate with gusto.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 25, 2007 1:00:24 GMT -5
"So..." he started, sounding intriguing. "How was your trip? Anything interesting happen while I was gone?" he asked jokingly but seriously at the same time.
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Post by Silas on Nov 25, 2007 1:17:12 GMT -5
Silas shrugged, about to put the first spoonful of soup into his mouth. "Just the festival, a few run-ins with old friends... Nothing terribly exciting." He replied with an air of casual modesty. The festival was a great time for the clan squirrels, and any others that wished to join. It was tradition, yet it seemed different every year that Silas went, and everyone took it seriously.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 25, 2007 10:33:01 GMT -5
Irvine twirled a fork around in his paws, looking at it. "I have a feeling your telling me less than you actually know..." he said still looking at it but this time with a smile. He could Silas was about to take another first spoonful... he decided to but be an irritant....
With lightning reflexes he jabbed the fork into Silas's sleeve into the table. There was no chance of getting it out by anyone shorter than an otter. He sat back with a smile, holding another fork.
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Post by Silas on Nov 27, 2007 21:08:54 GMT -5
Silas first looked down at the fork, then up at Irvine. "This is one of my better tunics, you know." he replied. And it was in truth one of his better tunics. He sighed, almost in defeat and then said, "Alright. I'll tell ye anyways... You see, at the festival, I met a bunch of my friends from the NPA, but otherbeasts came as well, some I haven't seen in ages. Sure, some were relatives and their friends, but there was another beast I ran into..." Here, he paused. "Her name's Jenna Roseleaf."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 27, 2007 21:50:54 GMT -5
Irvine gave a cheesy grin as he stabbed another fork into the other sleeve of Silas's tunic. "A Lady eh'?!?!? Hey Mates! Silas 'as found himself a mate!"
"Gahahaw!" "Silas a mate!?" "Who'd wanna see silas?!?!" "Bahaha!"
"So..." started the Skip "Whats got ye upset?" He asked as he purposefully tipped over Silas's bowl onto the table.
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Post by Silas on Nov 27, 2007 22:02:18 GMT -5
Silas glared particularly at the fourth speaker (Including Irvine as the first) before speaking. "Well, this, for starters." He indicated the forks and the spilled soup with a paw. "Secondly, things didn't go over too well durin' the festival."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 27, 2007 22:33:53 GMT -5
Without warning the entire holt gathered around the table placing thier elbows on the table with Irvine jabbing another fork into the table at the chest area of the tunic. "Do tell Silas...."
"C'mon silas!" "What 'appened to ye?" "Yeah!" "Did ye kill 'er?!?!"
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