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While this RP occurred on December 28th, the event ICly happened on December 26th. 

SCENE:  Redwall Abbey Dibbun's Classroom

LOG:
Xander had decided he would help, after saying it he seemed to debate on weather it was a good plan or not,then they were just sweet, loveable, kind...dibbuns and dibbuns were great and they liked cookies! SO he brought cookies and he could teach something.  It was only for an afternoon and evening while Krisha got some needed rest, what could happen?

Cota spent time with the older dibbuns, he was old enough to be a novice after all but he did have some trouble with Math.Math was evil and needed outlawed but he put up with it and entered the room,he studied the badger  "Where is Mother Krisha, you're not Mother Krisha."

Isa was with the dibbuns for now. She had a habit of randomly disappearing once the adults were distracted. Aside from her ear turning to the badger's arrival she didn't look, she was busy eyeing a bookcase as she stood at the bottom of it. She was about to start climbing it when someone said the badger wasn't Krisha and the small kitten finally looks around with a little frown as it's not the badger she expected to be there.
   
Squirrelbabe has had enough of being good! But she knows that if she misbehaves around the Badger Mother, things could get ugly. So when the mouse announces that it's a different beast who's come, the DAB Ringleader smiles. Motioning to her cronies, she leads them over to the badger, her eyes big and innocent. "Whewe's Muvva Kwisha? Whys /you/ in hewes?" Grace the gosling is over near the bookshelf, herself, hugging her blanket close. She recognizes the look on Squirrelbabe's face, and she is not liking it one bit.

Xander just smiles, he seriously has little clue of the DAB.."Well she is resting, she is fine just hot root stew didn't agree with her" He grins "I am Xander and I have cookies"He sits them down on a table and sits down in a chair as he didn't really plan, just I will help and watch them till morning, "So...let's see wot can we do"

Cota frowns "Long as it's not math, math is dumb...reading and writting is ok though, or drawing maybe"   
Every word before and after 'cookies' is promptly forgotten or ignored by Isa. She knows what cookies are! They're a fight to the death to get to them before any of the other dibbuns scoffs them all. Her eyes narrow on her fellow dibbuns, particularly the DAB members because she knows they'll be wanting them. Isa is silent and sneaky though, she waits for a moment, just assuming that Squirrelbabe will cause some sort of distraction.   

Squirrelbabe's smile widens. "Cookies!!" She grabs one, then turns to the other Dibbuns. "Wet's be nice an' evewybeast gets one!" She glares at the other Dibbuns, making them understand that part of her plan is to behave for a few minutes. They trail over, each calmly getting one, and most of them even remember to say 'thank you'! Grace frowns, absurdly suspicious. "Let's get our cookies an' then /hide/," she whispers to Isa, then waddles over, grabs a cookie, and hides behind the bookshelf, assuming Isa will take her advice. So far, the Dibbuns are acting all sweet and adorable.
   
Xander smiles "Seee and sure we can learn some history, I do know some history or just a story maybe, or we can like relax also,relaxing is good"

Cota looks at the younger dibbuns, he shrugs and gets a cookie and sits down"So no math class then?"He nibbles the cookie"What do we do thens...I...I'm bored" Luckly PJ is not here, likely elsewhere with chores

Isa looks suspicious too. She edges over to get a cookie. Grace gets a hesitant nod and she grabs the cookie and quickly scrapers, going to hide behind the bookcase too and peek out so just her eyes and ears can be seen. "Squirrel's upt' somethin'" she mutters around the cookie.

Grace nods. "Sqwirrel's /aways/ up t'somethin'," she informs the kitten, nibbling her cookie and looking worried. The gosling is, of course, correct. Squirrelbabe is /absolutely/ up to a dastardly plan. But the badger doesn't need to know that just yet. "/Fank/ yous, Mistah Badgew!" She munches her cookie and looks up at him. "I wike stowies. What stowie would we bes heawin'?" Meanwhile, the other DABers are trickling to the other side of the room, pretending to be playing, but in actuality they're setting their trap. This is most of the Dibbuns, unfortunately, with only a few sweeties not involved or included in the planning. They're busy eating cookies.   

Xander nods "Ummm, well...let's see..maybe one of the western shores, that's where the Badger Lord lives after all, there was even a Badger Lady that came here to be Badger Mother, Roseeyes was her name"   

Cota sits as he listens and smiles "Dad told me a lot of abbey history, mainly of Martin the warrior and a couple other champions that came after him"

Isa has eaten her cookie so at least that's safe from whatever the plan is. She doesn't like all of the dibbuns. She's quiet, plays weird, doesn't know their games and is more vermin than woodlander in a lot of ways "They're gangin' up ova' tha' side" the gosling has apparently been deemed alright for now as she points behind the bookcase towards the far end of the room "They'd bein' all polite an' weird"

Grace finishes her cookie and hugs her blanket close. "If wes stays over heres an' don'ts gets involved, we'w be okay. I fink." A DABer quietly slips out the door to the hallway, and the other Dibbuns hide their surprisingly well-made tripwire by piling pillows on the floor. Squirrelbabe is still acting all innocent and sweet. Finishing her cookie, she says, "/Weawwy/???" The Dibbun out in the hall screams like she's being kidnapped or something. All the DABers act scared, and the sweet Dibbuns who had no idea actually are scared. The screaming is right outside the door on the other side of the room. Grace the gosling throws her blanket over her head. "I can'ts watch!!" She wails.

Xander frowns, he stands and is not sure what is going on, "Ummm....wait here" He walks slowly over to the doorway to see what is wrong, not like vermin got inside, it could be anything though and he goes to check just in case, maybe a spider is in the hall or someone is hurt, he frowns and quickens his paw steps to get there sooner.

Cota finishes a cookie and frowns "Why is someone screaming? Is..bad beasts outside?" He backs up a little, he has had his share of bad beasts like the lizard on the road, and one time a hawk tried to attck him and his parents, luckly they had gonna away.   

Isa keeps watch, keeping a close eye on the dibbuns setting their trap. She of course does nothing to warn Xander of the trip wire though "Or we can wait until they cause all da' trouble an' then finally gets outta 'ere" she mutters back to Grace. Escape is practically always her plan. Her fur poofs out in surprise at the sudden screaming but she doesn't move. This has to be part of the plan.

Grace is too busy trembling and hiding under a blanket to answer. The DABers wait until Xander trips over the wire, then they pounce on him! Over 2 dozen Dibbuns go to grab his arms and legs, trying to pummel his head with pillows as the others try to tie him up. Squirrelbabe dashes up as the Dibbun who had been screaming comes back in. "Quick! Wock da doows!" DABers scramble to block the doors with chairs, securely wedging the backs under the handles. Well, there went any escape plans! Squirrelbabe smiles wickedly as her plan appears to be working beautifully!

Xander of course found the wire, and he starts to get up and gets ambushed! Ambushed by dibbuns of all things and that trip wire hurt his ankle as it is bleeding a little, and the whole surprised.At first he starts to shake them off and then just falls down, it's dibbuns he can't try and push them away, that and his anlkle does achally hurt, a lot. Its not broken but has a cut from the wire and likely a sprang and bruises now, and is slighty sore back now as ...well least pillows are soft "Hey hey hey....whoa thar..wot did I do?!" And what are they useing to tie him up with anyways? He was indeed surprised by this, by a clear lot.

Cota frowns, "You can't do that...."He then watches and, wait he chuckles,its funny to him now?

Squirrelbabe helps bof the badger with pillows as the older Dibbuns tie him with ropes and shoelaces they stole. The good Dibbuns huddle together and watch with huge, fearful eyes. Grace trembles and stays silent, 'hiding' under her blanket. When the badger is tied up, a mouse notices the blood and starts to cry. "He bweeding!" Squirrelbabe frowns. "Um.....he pwobawy bes okay." She stalks over to Xander's head and smiles in his face. "Oh, you do /nofink/. We da DAB, an' wes be sick o' bein' /nice/. So we tie yous up an' do whats we wants! If yous shouts fow 'elp, we gag ya! Sound faiw?" She pulls a dirty sock out of her pocket to emphasize the point.

Xander looks at them "You wouldn't do that to an adult, your supposed to mind adults now untie me and we can pretend this didn't happen, how bout that kid" Yeah he could handle one dibbun, pick them up and sit them somewhere, this was a horde of dibbun as he went to calmly get lose, wait this isn't right how are the dibbuns so good at tieing knots as he actually struggles a little "Hey...hey , untie me!!"

Cota stays where he is, he chuckles "This is funny, can I help any?" He is in a mischif sort of mood, oh well he stayed out of trouble a few days anyways.   

Squirrelbabe scowls and goes to stuff the sock in the badger's mouth. "You bet I would! So der!" A few of the older Dibbuns make sure the cords are tight so he can't escape. The good Dibbuns start to cry, and Squirrelbabe scowls. "You!" she points at Cota. "You cans get outs da colours and papew an' give it to dem sos dey stops cwyin' so much."

Xander is getting a little annoyed "Hey...no more cookies or.....mmmph!" And the sock is in his mouth and OMG where has this sock been as he suddenly strtas to look a bit ill.
   
Cota frowns but he gets some paper and colored pencils and gives them to the other dibbuns "Oh calms down he is fine...see..."And the sock and the look he starts laugh and roll on the floor sort of laugh,this is the funniest thing ever!

Isa had been dismayed to see her escape route was blocked but after a little pause she leaves Grace to her hiding and ventures out, stalking her way silently to the door and going to quietly start unblocking it while the dibbuns are busy torturing the badger with old foot wear.

But before Isa can get the door unblocked, the handle jiggles as a voice says, "Xander, 'ow are ye...." It's Angela! The DABers, even Squirrelbabe, gasp in horror! The Ringleader points a finger at the badger and mutters, "If ye say a /wurd/, I's gonna makes you vewy sowwy!!" Grace comes out from under her blanket, hops up, and charges the door as Angela growls, "DAB, if ye don't let me in there right now, I'm gonna make ye regret yer birth! OPEN THE DOOR!" The gosling comes up to the kitten and honks, "Quick! Gets da door open!!"

Xander is too busy trying to not throw up, the sock is, well horrible and its hard to say where is was or how long its gotten to his point as he groans and looks to be a little pale, not a good sign.   

Cota chuckles and then frowns "Thats nanan...."He frowns as he looks at Xander "He looks sick, you made him sick....thats not good...what was on de sock?" He looks worried and looks ready to yell for help   

Isa yowls in surprise and jumps when the door handle moves. Her ears go back a little at the angry voice and she shrinks back away from the door. She glances quickly at Grace and then the door before she backs up more, looking properly worried "She's angry though...y'gots t'hide when they're angry" she says quietly to the gosling.

Grace starts frantically pushing the chair away frrom the door. "But she'w /know/ 'twasn't OUR fault if we 'elps 'er! She NICE dat way!" Squirrelbabe glares at Cota. "Is /fine/! Is jus' a nowmal diwty sock fwom da wandwy woom! I's tells on you!" At that moment the door bursts open, and in storms Angela, eyes blazing. "Whot's goin' on....oh, great." She hobbles over, pulls out a scalpel, and slices through Xander's ropes. "Xander....ye look a little green there, son. Go rest in the Infirmary. I'll check on ye 'ere in a little bit." She then grabs Squirrelbabe by the ear and glares at Cota. That look should tell him that he's in the most amount of trouble he's probably ever been in.   

Xander groans and once free and the sock out he....yes he throws up, on his tunic, the floor and...the sock is not even more gross as he coughs and limps to the infirm, there is blood on his ankle and a small little puddle on the floor, not a lot....just a small bit and a couple dots here and there and on the trip wire and the rope that was on the ankle that cut more into it..so maybe a drop or so on the way to the infirm...yep fun day, not.

Isa hesitates at Grace's logic for opening the door and holds on to her big fluffy tail. She doesn't have the time to come to a decision though before the door opens and she jumps again, immediately springing off and under a table. Xander throwing up makes her nose wrinkle and she feels unsettled enough by that that she suddenly heads for the door instead.

Angela ignores Squirrelbabe's squirming and muttered threats and beckons to Grace and Isa. "'Old 'ard there, Isa, an' come 'ere. I 'ave a feelin' ye weren't involved." The gosling nods and waddles over to the Healer. "No, Missus Ang'la. We was 'idin'." Squirrelbabe squeaks with rage. "I'ww ties yous up an' frows yous in da pond!!" "Be quiet, afore I tonic ye!" The DABers begin to whimper as their Ringleader wisely quiets down. The old mouse watches the kitten to see what she does,

Isa freezes as she's told to stop and she very hesitantly does as she's told and comes over to Angela. Her ears perk up as the older mouse thinks she's not involved which would mean she's not in trouble so she shouldn't be punished and hurt. Not that Angela would actually hurt her but Isa believes that's how things work. With most of her fears abandoned Squirrelbabe gets a little glare as she threatens Grace "I throw y'inna pond first! And a'offa the wall aftah!"   

Angela scowls slightly. "Ain't nobeast's gonna be throwin' beasts anywheres, although per'aps I should put some o' y'all t'bed with only tonic soup t'drink." Squirrelbabe and most of the other DAB members gasp and immediately go quiet. The old Healer turns back to Isa and Grace. "Now, you 2, tell me whot happened, and what Cota" (she points to him to make absolutely clear who she's talking about) "did to be involved." The gosling gulps. "Uh, uh, uh....Cota laughed an' asked Sqwuiwwelbabe if 'es could helps."

Cota all this time is backed into the coener and is hopeing he isn't seen, he then goes to quietly head to the doorway while hopefully the old mouse is distracted.
   
Isa gives Squirrelbabe a little warning hiss and probably encourages more bullying and being called a vermin in the future in the process. Making an enemy of the DAB had not been her plan for the day. She stops as Angela makes her threats but at the question she quickly glances at Cota but then at the floor. She shrugs "I dunno...wha' she said" she gestures at the gosling, not willing to get the mouse in more trouble.

Squirrelbabe hisses back, then 'humphs' and crosses her arms over her chest, knowing that trying to get loose from Angela is a pointless exercise. Angela looks at the kitten, raising an eyebrow, but decides to just let it all slide. "Still." She glares at her great-great-grandson's retreating back. "Cota, git back 'ere NOW, an' don't ye /dare/ go slinkin' off like a coward, or so 'elp me..." she lets the threat hang in the air, and Grace gasps. "Ooooh, dey welated!" She huddles up against the kitten, obviously scared. Maybe she would benefit from a more vermin-ish friend to defend her. The old Healer points to the older Dibbuns. "Clean up this mess!" She points to the vomit and the blood. The younger DABers get put to undoing the tripwire and putting the pillows away. The good Dibbuns hold all the colouring supplies close and watch with wide eyes. The Ringleader is still being held hostage.

Cota stops and frowns as he turns and walks back to Angela and stands before her, he is quiet as he frowns and looks at the floor and then looks up slowly at her.   

Isa doesn't stop Grace from getting close and just folds her arms and shoots little glares at Squirrelbabe when she thinks the old healer isn't looking "She's Lily's family too" she mutters back to the gosling as she keeps out of the way of the cleaning up.

Grace honks quietly, hugging her blanket close. "I wike Wiwy." The gosling's voice drops to a whisper. "Sos why she welated to somebeastie so gwumpy?" Angela ignores them, keeping hold of Squirrelbabe's ear and staring stonily at her descendant. "Cota, ye 'ave one chance t'explain why ye would not only laugh at somebeast 'avin' problems, but also why ye would ask 'ow to 'elp. I reccomend ye try th' truth." The other DAB members have finished cleaning up, and the elderly Healer sends them into their dormitory to wait her punishment. The Ringleader glares back at the kitten, and Grace honks nervously. "Wet's go colour," she whispers to her new friend, pointing at the good Dibbuns, who are still watching wide-eyed.   

Cota frowns as he just stands there "I..I..don't..it was kind of funny when he was..tripped and tried up by dibbuns cause..he's a badger and then she"He points at squirrelbabe "Put this gross smelling sock in his mouth and then he got all pale and...his ankle was bleeding too from the wire and..I.."He can't look away from that look, its..THE LOOK! That famous look, "I'm...s..sorry Nanna..I wont do it again"

Isa's tail sways slowly "Y'can't choose yer family" she mutters back at Grace with a little frown "But she works in da infirmarary...tha' means all the stupid beasts get sent there fer doin' stupid things...an' they're annoyin' so she's grumpy" she explains her perspective on things. She frowns more at the suggestion of colouring "I don't want t'...I just wants t'go" she's not all that friendly still.

Cota frowns more, he is not sure why he laughed, he just did and how he wanted to help he isn't sure either, but he also knows it was wrong and could of got worse..someone was hurt and got sick even and he didn't want that at all.He sniffs and looks away finally"I'm...I'm..s..sorry...don't hate me, please..."He goes to rush out of the room, unless the door is shut.

Isa is complicated. One moment she's fine and defending the gosling. The next her little glare turns on Grace "Go play colourin' with the othahs! I'm not y'friend! I'm not stayin' 'ere!" she raises her voice a little and goes to kick at the air in Grace's direction, not actually trying to hit her.   

Grace looks stunned, then hurt, then she sits down and starts wailing, everything just being too much. "I thought you was my fwiend!" Angela watches her descendant run away and sighs, then, still holding the infuriated Squirrelbabe by the ear, the old Healer turns to the kitten. "Now, Isa, why are ye suddenly angry? An' why would y'kick somebeast ye just got done 'elpin'?" The mouse goes to put her free paw between the cat and the goose. She's not grabbing anyone just yet, but she's more able to now.   

Isa feels slightly bad but huffs defiantly and pouts at the crying goose. She frowns angrily at Angela then "I didn't tell 'er I was 'er friend! It's not my fault she goes assumin' stuff! M'not anyone's friend! I don't wanna be anyone's friend, I wanna go home!" she yells and stomps her tiny paw on the ground.   

Angela stays calm. "You," she addresses Squirrelbabe. "Go straight t'the Infirmary, an' if ye dawdle or go someplace else, I'll whip yer tail. Hear?" The DAB Ringleader scowls, but agrees. The Healer releases her, and she storms out, knowing better than to disobey. Standing (with great difficulty and much groaning and leaning on of staff), the mouse scoops up Grace and herds the other Dibbuns out of the room. Angela is back after a few minutes, minus all the other Dibbuns. "Isa, hon, I'd like t' talk to you. Ye're not in trouble, I just wanna talk."   

Isa senses that despite everyone else leaving she's not supposed to go and though it's rare for her she doesn't instantly disappear anyway. That doesn't mean she stays still though. By the time Angela comes back she's halfway up a bookcase and curled up on the shelf having evicted the books to the floor "I don't wanna talk about wha'eva y'wanna talk about" she mutters irritably, her head hidden somewhere behind the fluff of her tail.

Angela looks at the kitten, then at the books on the floor. "Well, then. This is 'ow we're gonna play," she murmurs. Dragging a chair over, the Healer sits down and rests her staff across her lap. "Tell me. Do you consider Lily your friend?"   

There's a very long pause where Isa doesn't answer. Does she consider Lily a friend? Well that's complicated. This week she was trying very hard not to be anyone's friend "No..." she finally answers stubbornly "She just...picks me up an' dances an' stuff...Y'can't be friends with adults anyway"

Angela smiles with her eyes, but keeps her mouth and her voice somber. "Says who? I'd like t'be friends with you, Isa. And it sounds like Lily wants t'be yer friend, too." She is watching the kitten for any sign of....well, anything other than laying there like a fluffy hat on the shelf.

Isa huffs in irritation "M'not makin' friends. M'leavin' an' goin' home an' y'can't stop me. Don't wanna do chores an' learn stuff an' be one f'yer novisties. Y're all mean an' I ain't supposed t'be 'ere cause it's fer woodlanders an' cats is cats not squirrels an'y'll think tha' cats is evil an' needs t'be dead" the cat remains the hat.   

Angela frowns, her brow furrowing. So that's part of the kitten's problem. "Now, Isa, that isn't true. Our greatest ally, Ferrevale, is a vermin village. It's Chieftain is a cat named Blisa. An' who said y' have t'be a Novice? I never was. I'm not even part of the Order. Neither is my granddaughter, DoraRose, or her daughter, Lily, or my grandson, Emyuil. We all just live here."

Isa's tail twitches a little, revealing an annoyed little frown every time it moves "Day said I should be in Ferryvale or better inna ditch" kids can sometimes be cruel "...Alla adults keep talkin' abou' da order or jobs an' stuff t'be 'ere. Don't wanna be stuff 'ere"   

Angela scowls. "Well, this Day beast obviously doesn't know 'er tail from 'er snout, so ignore 'er. As fer whot other adults say.....per'aps I can do somethin' about that. Lemme think about that. But Isa, 'oney..." the old Healer sighs. She sees the twitching tail, and she knows full well what it means.   

Isa had quite a lot of matted fur and was really thin when she first turned up, her first few days were spent in the infirmary where she discovered endless amounts of food so she quite likes the healers but her affection is a fickle thing and she's being moody "I just want everyone t'go away n'stop makin' me do stuff...I just wanna go home an' find mum"   

Angela pounces on that. "What 'appened th' last time ye saw yer mum, Isa?" She thinks she heard that the kitten's mother was dead, but she wants to hear it straight from the cat's mouth. "I'm not makin' ye do anythin'. I just want to hear about yer mum, sweetheart."   

Isa has never really said and the ferret that dropped her off basically just said he was putting her in their care and left without telling anyone anything, not even her name. The theory was that her mother was dead. He angry look wavers a little and her tail stops moving so she can draw it in closer and hide behind it again "She didn't 'ave food ready t'give t'dad cause I wanted a stone from Grif" it makes sense to her, she just skips the details "'e was mad when we got back an' I 'ad t'hide t'wait fer 'im t'ave 'is drinks and go t'sleep...Mum gets sleepy when they fight n'had t'rest fer a while"   

Anger flashes in Angela's eyes, so it's good the kitten isn't looking at her. The old Healer is a scary sight now, clutching her staff until her knuckles turn white, jaw clenched. But she keeps her voice soothing as she says, "She 'ad t'rest for a while, ye say? What did that look like, sweetheart?"

Isa doesn't seem concerned herself, which in itself is a fairly terrible thing. To her it was just how life went "I dunno...like she'd lie down for a while...n'then she'd get up an' we'd make soup or sandwiches or somethin'" she did know it was a bad thing really but it was always alright again afterwards so it had to be this time too "I don't wanna talk anymore...I just wanna sleep 'ere. It's quiet" it's already been a busy day, she was tired.   

Angela lets it go at that. Standing (with some heavy leaning on her staff), the old mouse hobbles over to the kitten and goes to give her a surprise kiss on the top of her head. "I'll see y'later, love," she informs her gently, then silently leaves the room....and immediately tells DoraRose what she just learned. There may or may not be a cat hunt here soon....

~*END*~

Thanks for reading!

SCENE:  Salamandastron forge

CHARACTERS: 
Hares: Male: Gregorian (Greg); Terrence.  Female: Felicity.
Badgers: Ciocan, male.

LOG:
    Between working his way through a backlog of smith work, making glasses, fiddling with prototypes, trying to train recruits to join the forge, fixing all manner of things around the mountain, somehow keeping up with paperwork and everything else related to being a lieutenant and then general dad work Greg has been considerably busy since they got back to the mountain and mostly been trudging along in his own little world. He's currently on his own working on a very bent sword and ignoring a pile of papers and the fact he hasn't taken a break for lunch yet. By now the rest of the hares had probably picked through all the best food anyway so he saw little point in hurrying to get anything.

Felicity noticed the Smith's absence from lunch when she went in there, baby sister in tow. So she sweet talked the chefs into giving her some of the best leftovers (which are actually surprisngliy good) to take to the Lieutenant after she had dropped Julia back off with the leveret caretakers. The Sergeant just walks into the forge, no knocking, no frills, no ceremony. "Greg, Sah," she says politely as she sets the tray on whatever empty space she can find that's not the floor or a hot surface, "I undahstand bein' busy. Seriously, I nehav asked t'be Sergeant, an' all th' papahwork is 'bout t'drive me batty! An' I c'n barely believe 'ow much paint Julia was able t'get into 'er fur th' othah day when she got the DAB to take ovah th'classroom. Bathtime 'as been even more of a pain than usual!"
She's not expecting him to have really heard most of this. She's mostly just talking to get his attention for the important part of her mini speech. "But as a concerned friend, I must ask y't'please eat some lunch. 'Eaven's, doin' all this wi' Dom's made me sound even more like me Mum than I was before..." That lats bit is a grumpy mutter, because who actually wants to sound like their mother?

Gregorian has his hammer raised to hit the heated sword but he pauses at the sudden arrival. The hammer lowers however as his eyebrows raise while Felicity keeps talking. For a moment he's trying to find the purpose or problem that needs solving in her speech but it all becomes clear when she asks him to have lunch "Ah" he leaves the broken sword to cool and takes his time while he talks, putting the hammer away, removing gloves and generally neatening up and tucking away boxes of work since he has company "Yah needn't worry that much, I would have got tah it eventually. No motherin' required...which is just as well, yah far too young tah be actin' as my mothah. Yah just come on a mission of mercy or can I do somethin' for yah?" he questions as he finally grabs something to snack on.

Felicity smiles as she watches him put stuff away. "Oh, I'm actually 'ere f'r a numbah of reasons. Mission o' mercy, askin' 'bout Dom if y've talked t' 'im, 'idin' from my arch nemises, and..." she pauses dramatically and pulls out her sword. "Makin' sure I'm sharpenin' this thing correctly. I think may'ap m'time bein' a toad prisoner 'as addled my brain, too, 'cause I feel like I don't know 'ow t'sharpen this thing satisfactorily anymore. I could use a refreshah." Her face and voice hardened a tiny bit as she mentions the toads, and she seems to pull away slightly internally from the conversation. But she hides it with a smile as she holds out her sword at the end.   

Gregorian frowns slightly at the mention of Dom but he grabs a file and whetstone, using the sword as a suitable distraction "I spoke tah him, briefly...my tempah was not exactly up tah the conversation. He's hidin' down in the catacombs...Brought a damn toad skeleton down there" he mutters the last bit, still a little irritated "Yah know how tah sharpen a sword though if yah anythin' like the rest of the mountain yah don't do it enough..." he can't entirely focus on the job though and has to ask "Who is this arch nemesis?"

Felicity successfully hides a laugh. She doesn't even snort or smile. She deserves a medal. "A toad skeleton, y'say? Well....so long as 'e keeps it down in th'catacombs...I'm sure m'oldah brothah would've been laughin' 'is 'ead off ovah that," she adds with that wistful humour people get when talking about loved ones they miss who are gone forever. "'Ow often should I sharpen m'sword?" She asks, cursing herself for mentioning her nemesis. "Oh, just some doe. D'y'think I can get m'own whetstone and file somewhere? 'Twould be easiah t'sharpen m'sword if I 'adn't lost those things in th'swamp."

Ciocan does go to the forge at times, he spent some time in there where the hares were on that mission in the swamps in fact, he just doesnt go in as often as one may think he does. He walks in and raises an eyebrow at the voices he hears and peers inside from the hallway before walking the rest of the way inside.   

Gregorian doesn't look happy about it, he's got a proper grouchy old frown on "Well I don't like it. I don't want some toad that would have tried tah kill us soon as lookin' at us sharin' space with our dead...Don't like Dom livin' down there eithah, it's not the place for that" grumble, grumble, grumble. "As often as yah usin' it probably" He finally replies to the question of sharpening and he points over to one of the work benches at the question about the whetstone "There's probably anothah in one of the boxes ovah there" it's a moment before he glances over to the door after is creaks open but the moment he does he's smartly straight to attention, after putting down the sword of course "Sah"

Felicity shrugs and walks over to where the Smith had pointed, secretly glad he's dropped the whole nemesis thing. "Oh, aye, I c'n see why, Sah. I figure we c'n get rid o' the skeleton once Dom gets 'is senses back, wot!" As he salutes, the Runner turns, whetstone in paw, and she, too, comes to attention and salutes, careful to not smack herself in the face. "'Ello, y'Lordship, Sah."

Ciocan walks the rest of the way into the forge as he was barely inside and it seems someone failed to report something "Wot is this about a skeleton somewhere?" Yes he knows Domink is back, not all the details though.   

Gregorian gets back to work pretty quickly after the salute, turning back to the sword to file it quickly "Toad skeleton, sah. Dom...somehow seems tah have snuck it back with him. He was hangin' about with it...He's gone weird in the head that hare"

Felicity steps forward. "Aye, Sah, 'is imprisonment by th' toads seems t' 'ave caused somethin' in 'is 'ead t'not be workin' right anymore. I'm tryin' t'work wi' 'im t' 'elp 'im come back t'th'way 'e was...I am, uh, concerned, Sah, 'bout 'ow othah beasts might treat 'im, includin' superiahs who may think 'e's a lost cause an' try t'ship 'im off t'Redwall or somethin'." She's also concerned she's out of line, but her friends have always been more important to her than her rank, and so she presses onward. "I believe that wi' every single beast out there, while there is life, there is 'ope, an' I think bein' in familiar surroundin's wi' beasts 'e knows well can 'elp Dominik come back t'us. But I'm worried some othah 'ares 'ere won't see that."

Ciocan listens to both of the hares and then speaks "I don't want him ta keep this...toad skeleton, but at the same time it's likely not a good idea to just take it away suddenly or too soon."He seems to debate on going down there himself but has yet to. He looks at Felcity as she seems to have a lot to say " Any reports on wot did happen to Private Dominik? And getting him back to normal or least close ta normal would be a good thing, just how to safely do it is the question, I don't want any hares endangered by im' "

Gregorian squints at Felicity as she talks about some wanting to send Dom away. He frowns, thinking quietly for several seconds until finally his frown deepens "Like hell he's gettin' sent away. We took too long gettin' him back tah ship him off. Redwall's not goin' tah help any. He's not afraid of fightin', he was practically lookin' for it out there...He's ours tah deal with, somehow. I'd like tah hope Dom's still got his senses in there somewhere but I don't know how tah get them back. He's actin' like a toad or somethin'" he shakes his head at the badger's question "Reports a plenty sah. They apparently had him fightin'...Felicity was among the captured"

Felicity swallows. "I think lettin' 'im keep th' skeleton 'til 'e's bettah, an' lettin' 'im live down in th' catacombs 'til then, too, might do 'im some good. An' I'm more'n willin' t'put m'self in dangah t' 'elp m'friends. Although I don't think Dom's too much of a dangah so long as 'e doesn't feel like 'e's bein' attacked or anythin'." There it is again -- the small withdrawal, as if the Sergeant is putting up mental sheilds whenever the toads are mentioned. Her face hardens slightly, but only a little. A subtle anger -- or is it fear? -- that may not be easily recognized. "Aye, I was their prisonah f'r a week. Dom 'ad it worse'n I did. Those blasted toads forced 'im t'fight t'th'death, ovah an' ovah again. I think 'tis a miracle 'e came back with us at all. Even though they lit'rally drove 'im crazy, I still think 'e's strongah than most othah 'ares, seein' as 'ow 'e's not tryin' t'kill anybeast in their sleep, wot!"  It's so subtle how she turned the conversation away from her imprisonment to the topic at hand...

Ciocan nods "And no, he will not be sent away. He will stay at the mountain."  He frowns at the idea of a skeleton being with Dom all the time.  "BUT things need to be done slowly with him, no moving too fast and no yelling at him.Find something that gets him talking, something he remembers to get him back to what he was before. I am unsure on training exercises yet, unless he is closely watched.  It is also not such a good idea for him to stay in the catacombs either...someone should visit with him, even a short while and talk to him, let him know we care and we are his friend and he is missed, help him remember things he did."

Gregorian only points out Felicity's capture as if anyone knows what happened there it was no doubt her but he doesn't notice the discomfort. He gestures his file at the badger lord "There yah go, rule and law, Dom stays here...I don't think any trainin' would be wise for some time. Not until he starts tah seem like himself again and undahstands who we are and where he is. Last I spoke tah him he didn't seem tah know his own name. Kept callin' himself Ugg, Erg, Arg, I don't know. He insisted it was his name though" which is another thing Greg looks grumpy about.

Felicity looks confused. "'E let me call 'im Dom aftah we 'ad got 'im and were on our way back 'ome," she informs them. She slips the whetstone into her pocket and sits down on the floor, rubbing her face. "When I'm with 'im I try to talk t' 'im 'bout things 'e used t'do, try t'triggah memories." She rests her paws in her lap and smiles at the badger. "Ye've taken a great weight off m'mind, Sah. I've been worried sick that 'e'd be sent away an' so nevah get bettah. Thank ye."

Ciocan says, "Sides...already got a hare at the abbey, come to think of it may send a letter see how he is."  He clears his throat "But yes Dom is better off stayin' 'ere...with us. I am sure he will get back to his self or close to himself, but it will not be an overnight thing, will take time. Also if thar is anyone you think would upset him, don't send them down to speak to him, stick with those he got along with. As for being called ..Erg...hopefully we can slowly get him to be Domink again"
   
Gregorian raises an eyebrow at Felicity at first as Dom let her call him Dom "Hm, well yah got a bettah way with him than me" He looks slightly concerned when she sits on the floor. That's not a usual place to be! He puts the file down as the conversation continues "I don't know where tah start with him. I don't recall any hobbies that may triggah any memories...Yah doin' alright in general now lass?"

The door to the forge opens slowly and as quietly as Terrence can manage, poking his head around the corner to gaze in. "Eh, lieutenant?" He sees Gregorian first - the hare he had wanted to see - and the two others; while he is wearing a pair of spectacles once more, they're clearly not made for him and ill fit his head, making him look almost leveretish compare to their large size. "Oh, your Lordship" The sergeant, surprised to see the badger, steps in more fully to give a small salute, before turning back to the one-legged buck. "Anyway, sah, I just wanted to check in to see how the whole teeth-and-glasses are coming along, wot. And, well," he rubs the back of his neck, "Hello there, Felicity."

Felicity nods. "I'll keep that in mind, Sah....wait, does that mean I'm sort of in charge o' 'elpin' Dom get bettah, Lord Ciocan?" She's debating about how to avoid actually answering the Smith when in comes her fellow Sergeant. Hooray! Perfect distraction! "'Llo, thah, Terrence," she greets him. "Th' Lieutenant's sharpenin' m'sword at th'moment, but I can't say anythin' 'bout any othah task 'e's got goin' on." She stretches her legs out straight and touches her toes, acting as if that's the whole reason she's sitting on the floor.
   
Ciocan says, "I didn't say in charge of the task, but helping with it. Others can talk to Dom as well, those he trusts that is. I had thought of going down thar, but I might wait. Trying to think of a good spot away from the caverns he could, well be and always have a hare with him at all times if possible" He nods to Terrance.

Gregorian remains unconvinced by Felicity's sudden work out but he's not going to push the topic while there's an audience, particularly as Terrence appears "Hrm? Ah, yes" a brief glance at Felicity's sword and he decides that's now his second job. He pats down his pockets despite knowing that neither item is in them. A quick pause by one of the work benches to remember where he put things and he goes for the obvious hiding place of everything small, under the paperwork. It only takes him a minute to find the little box he'd been keeping things safe in "One set of glasses and teeth. Glasses might need some minah adjustments once yah've got them on but the healahs provided everythin' for the propah lenses I believe" he offers the pair out to the Sargent "Teeth are somewot of a new job tah me, might take some gettin' used tah but they should do the job"

"Seems every hare has something for our good lieutenant to do, eh?" Terrence says, with a slight grin to Felicity as he accepts and opens the box from Gregorian, peering in. "Righto, thanks." He take off the large spectacles to replace them with the proper ones - they fit far better, but even so seem ever so slightly loose. "Really, thank you Greg." He stares down at the fake teeth next, holding the two little knobs up and inspecting them with his now far better eyesight. "They look all propah to me, sah, if that counts."

Felicity stands up and nods to the badger. "Okay, Sah. I was just a little confused, sorry." She thinks for a few moments, her brow furrowing. "I 'onestly don't know, Sah. Are there any rooms down in the caverns that aren't bein' used? Like, we 'ave that archery range, and a bar o' sorts. Are there any rooms we don't really use? An' who would 'ave th'patience an' th'time t'stay wi' Dom all the time?"

Ciocan shrugs "I am unsure, hares could take turns perhaps" He turns to the doorway when a hare clears their throat and looks over at them "Yes?" The hare is a private and frowns but then speaks "You're....needed in de mess hall sur..." The badger sighs "For?"..."It would seem...thar was a fight over the last apple pie and then it started a food fight and all the umm...recruits and dibbuns are..like..."  The badger mutters and walks into the hallway, he stops "Why isn't one of the...never mind I don't want to know"  He disappears into the hallway.

Gregorian has had enough time to fiddle with making the teeth before they left but even so "Lookin' right and workin' right are two different things. Tryin' tah make them small enough tah stay out the way but strong enough not tah break is the challenge" he says as he peers closely at the glasses, trying to see how they fit. Terrence may just have to put up with him being very close for a moment as he goes to make adjustments to the bridge and arms to improve the fit. He frowns as Ciocan's called away for a food fight escalation but he doesn't say anything until the badger is gone "Who could imagine a fight ovah pie could warrant a badgah lord havin' tah intervene"

Terrence had decided some time ago to say nothing on the matter of Dom, as he considers himself one of the /last/ hares to voice their opinions in that regard. And to be frank the sergeant has less knowledge of the mountain's layout than he probably should and he absolutely knows next to nothing about any empty rooms, so his silence about Dom continues. "Sah." He gives a parting salute to the badger lord as he passes, before leaning back ever so slightly from Gregorian. "Well Sah," He begins, fitting in the two fake teeth, "I suppose that's true." He pauses to run his tongue over the spot. "They do feel fine, though, but I'd guess I'll have to do some eating before really finding out..."

Felicity rolls her eyes. "Oh, if th'DAB is involved, 'is Lordship may be th' /only/ beast able t'stop 'em, wot!" She sheaths her sword. "Actually, I should see if m'sistah is involved in that....thanks f'r th' 'elp wi' m'sword, Sah," she tells the Smith. "I'll see ya latah, Greg. Talk t'y'soon, Terrence." And she slips out the door. (Her sister was actually NOT involved in the food fight. Maybe she's too busy planning how to sneak down and say hi to Dominik...)

Gregorian peers very closely at Terrence as he judges his own work but he does eventually seem satisfied enough to back off and give the sergeant some personal space back "If yah see Grace involved let me know. See yah latah" he says as Felicity leaves and he looks back at his work with a little sigh as he's mentally running through his to do list "Yah let me know how they work and if yah have any problems. It's always a bit of work in progress when yah try somethin' new" and with that he's returning to the broken sword he had been working on. Eventually he might even remember to finish his lunch.

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SETTING:  Salamandastron indoor archery range

CHARACTERS:
Hares: Gregorian, male.  Felicity, female.  Cera, female.

LOG:
Gregorian like some sort of crazy inventor has a contraption to test but this is what happens when one gives an imaginative smith free range in the forge. He's been searching for a good spot and settled for the place where one would at least expect to see flying projectiles, the range. A class was just finishing up though and he lurks just outside the door, peering in as he tries to patiently wait for them to finish and file out.   

Felicity has also come down to the archery range, but she doesn't have any crazy new dodads to test out. Instead, she has her sling and stones to practice with. Coming up alongside the Blacksmith, she smiles at him. "'Ow are y'today, Greg? 'Ow's Grace?"   

Gregorian seems surprised by the voice from outside the room he's focused on and his ear quickly turns that way before he looks over "Oh, doin' well. She's growin' up..." there's a brief glance back to the room before he steps back to get out the way of the fast retreating class "Seems tah like drawin' things more than she like focusin' on writin' about them. How's, erm, Julia?"   

Felicity smiles and also gets out of the class's way. "Oh, she's doin' alright. She's actually been be'avin', for a change. I've been tryin' t'make sure she stays away from Grace, though. I think she 'as somethin' nasty in mind. May'ap that's why she's been be'avin'...." The Runner shrugs. "She's not tryin' t'learn t'read." She looks the smith over. "Whotcha gonna do down 'ere? If y're gonna shoot arrows, I could use the practice loadin' up an' firin' m'sling at the same speed an archer shoots."   

Gregorian raises an eyebrow and straightens a little taller at the news that someone's plotting against his daughter! But he has to remind himself that this is a dibbun and like it or not you can't threaten dibbuns away from your own children. He's fairly protective "Hrm. I have noticed Grace doesn't seem tah be too keen on her. I hope they'll outgrow the childish rivalries before we have some sort of dibbun war on our paws. Those can get messy" at the question of what he's doing he looks to make sure the class is entirely gone before slipping in to the room and keeping his voice down "I have" he raises a little bundled up package in his paws "Here a prototype shrapnel trap. I found some old plans and I think I've got a workin' one figured but I need tah do a test run. Preferably in a safe space, wouldn't want tah go scarin' the recruits" he chuckles.   

Felicity's eyes widen. "Dibbun....war?" She follows the Smith into the archery range. "Is that a thing? An' whot d'y'mean by 'messy'?" She then looks down at the package in his paws. Shrapnel trap? "Well, so o' the Recruits prob'ly need a good scarin'," she mumbles, touching a bruise on her forehead. "Teach 'em t'aim straight."   

Gregorian walks and talks, finding a good spot in the room to set up. For now everything's safe and not loaded "Sure, yah take two dibbuns who don't like each othah much, one does somethin', the othah takes revenge, the first takes revenge for that. Might start out as thrown food, puttin' somethin' sticky in their fur, stuff like that but by the time they've grown up a couple of seasons they've got their friends roped intah it and yah find they're sneakin' out at night tah lay traps tah dump paint on the othah or stealin' things" he hehs as he's testing the spring part out. The trap itself seems to be a rough mess of metal with a space in the middle and a little cord connected to a bit that keeps the trap from springing up and open. Pull on the cord and it pops open with a snap. Greg seems satisfied with it so far "The less recruits yah have near prototypes the more likely they are tah succeed I find. Wot have they been doin' tah cause trouble this time?"   

Felicity is basically the opposite of comforted by the buck's description of what her sister might start here in a few seasons. Watching him, she starts to fiddle nervously with her sling. "Oh, I was teachin' some Recruits to shoot slings on Wednesday. We were usin' root vegetables so nobody would get killed on accident, and I got smacked on the noggin with a turnip 'cause apparently they couldn't 'it th' broad side o' the Mountain iffens it fell on 'em." She continues watching him cautiously and perhaps a little suspiciously. She doesn't trust newfangled technology.

Gregorian does not say these things to bring comfort, they are a warning! Dibbun hordes are only slightly less dangerous than regular hordes. Greg shakes his head at the news of the recruits aim "I swear some of them must be workin' with their eyes closed" he leaves the trap for a moment to gather a few barrels together a safe distance away for hiding behind "Course, I wouldn't entirely rule out the possibility of a few of them doin' it on purpose. Smackin' a highah rank in the head with a turnip sounds like somethin' we would have tried as recruits if we thought we could get away with it"   

Felicity sniffs. "I nevah woulda done that. M'brothah woulda 'ad me 'ide. Not t'mention whot m'parents woulda done...." She gathers the purpose of the barrels and ducks behind them. "Are you sure inventin' new ways t'kill beasts is a good idea?"

Gregorian chuckles "Well we nevah pelted an officah with vegetables but we got up tah enough fun when they weren't lookin'. Thdey key is learnin' wot yah can get away with...which I probably shouldn't been tellin' yah now I am one of the officahs" he lays the cord to set off the trap down by the barrels ready and pauses to look at her when she questions the quality of the idea...He shrugs and continues "Keeps my job interestin' and I'm just finishin' someone else's project aftah they're gone but yah really nevah know wot yah might find handy. Given the chance the vermin will probably be inventin' their own. Yah work out how tah do it and yah half way tah figurin' out how tah guard against it. I don't know how many practical uses they'll have for it anyway but doesn't hurt tah have options" he looks back to the barrels to make sure Fel's completely covered "All ready?"   

Felicity glances between the machine and the inventor. Multiple times, back and forth. She turns around, sits down, and plugs both of her ears. "Ready, I guess. Please don't die."   

Gregorian just laughs lightly "I don't think it's strong enough tah actually kill anyone" he was working on it. He waits until he's sure she's clear before he loads a carefully arranged selection of shrapnel in to the trap, closes it, sets it all up ready and loaded and carefully backs away, stepping very softly just in case. He doesn't get far before there's a loud snap and the sound of bits of metal flying everywhere about the same time as a cry of pain and surprise. Judging by the very loud swearing he's definitely not dead and certainly not happy. There's a bit of blood, most of it from the paw he's holding tight and a bit from a small hole in his ear. He's got a lot of scratches mostly on his arm and face, a few bits stuck in his arm but mostly seems to be unconcerned and looking annoyed at the thing "Darn triggah snapped! Bloody thing stings like hell"

Felicity jumps when she hears the SNAP, then peers over the edge of the barrels when she hears the swearing. Eyes widening at the sight of his blood, she helpfully comments, "See? Knew 'twas a bad idea. An' now y'get t'explain it t' a 'Ealer. Won't /they/ be THRILLED."   

Cera had heard the shout, the cussing and walked in, expecting someone with an arrow in their foot, or maybe but...someone did somehow get an arrow in their butt earlier. She steps in and frowns "Wot....happen in here?"

Gregorian nudges a little bit of shrapnel with his pegleg though there's plenty lying around the floor, a couple of bits in his arm and a very small one even lodged in his cheek. He seems unconcerned but looks surprised when suddenly Cera appears. He frowns at Felicity "Yah know yah can't just invoke them like that!" he looks at Cera "It's fine! Just a little missfire. Few cuts that's all, nothin' life threatenin'" he looks back to Fel "And it's not a bad idea! It just needs more work. Mountain gets invaded, stick a couple of these in the halls, yah don't think vermin will be put off by this?" he says as he lets go of his injured paw to hold it up. There's a few deep cuts on his ring finger but now it's up in front of him he tilts his head. Something looks off...It takes him a moment to figure out his middle finger is oddly short "...It took the end of me bloody fingah off" he immediately starts looking around the floor "Where'd me claw go?" he seems surprised, a bit annoyed but not weirdly not worried.

Cera blinks as she frowns "Ummm...you do need a healer, thats fer sure...sur"She says quietly as she moves forewards and a quick glace at his wounds. "It..could of been worse you could of taken out an eye.."She looks at Felicity "Are...you hurt?" She frowns a little, she has seen a lot worse than this, a lot...   

Felicity smiles grimly. "I didn't invoke 'er, Fate just sent 'er down 'ere knowin' y'were gonna be a nincompoop and try t'blow y'face off, wot!" She stands and gestures at him, turning to Cera now. "'E's tryin' out a new weapon, an' it backfired on 'im." She grimaces as he starts searching for a missing body part. "I sweah it didn't fall on or near me, thank everythin' that's good." Shaking her head, she adds, "No, I'm fine. I was safely 'idden be'ind these barrels."

Gregorian holds on to his paw again to at least slow the bleeding there "Yeah, yeah, get yah healin' kit out and I'm assumin' start with the paw" he knows he's hurt and needs the help but he doesn't have to be happy about it and while he's in pain it's at least dulled a little by medication he already takes for his missing leg and he's not inclined to show it. He also doesn't imagine there's anything that could be done for the finger either but on principal he's still looking for it "It's still not a bad idea" he mutters "Just need tah work on the triggah a bit more" this apparently hasn't put him off trying.   

Cera slips off and is back fairly quick with some healing equipment and frowns "This...will hurt but it needs done."  There is some peppermint oil to numb the skin, some anyways.  "I will need to...sew it..."  Another hare is here to help if needed as Cera does zone out slightly but then goes to get a closer look at the wounds, starting with the worse one, likely his paw.

Felicity rolls her eyes at the Smith. "Are y'seriously gonna try t'shoot th' blasted thing again afore y'fix whotevah went wrong th' first time? Y'could lose an eye if it blows up again, and I'm pretty sure y'daughter wouldn't be to 'appy about that." She pauses, then adds, "She's prob'ly not gonna be 'appy y'lost part o' y'fingah, eithah. 'Eaven's above, I don't understand inventahs...." She walks over to the little group, being veeeeerrrryy careful to not step on anything except the stone floor. "Can I 'elp in any way?" She asks Cera, noticing her zoning out slightly.   

Gregorian holds his paw out for Cera when she returns and looks uncomfortable as they're working on it "It's fine, fix it as yah need" he lost a leg, losing the end of a finger is just not phasing him. The paw is definitely worst with one finger cut to the bone and another missing a bit. Then there's holes in his sleeve and scratches underneath plus a few bits of metal stuck in there. Smaller scratches on his cheek, bit of shrapnel there and finally a hole in one ear that's just about stopped bleeding "No, I'm goin' tah fix it then I'm goin' tah try again" Greg replies to Felicity with irritation "Don't yah try usin' my daughtah against me!" he snaps back as that actually seems to make him angry "Any one of us could get marched out tomorrow and die and it'd just be part of the job. I know wot happens tah her then, yah nevah try tah guilt me with her" he grunts and tries to continue more calmly "Next time I'll bring some armour, perhaps a large shield"   

Cera frowns as she works, it likely hurts, like a lot at least a couple times as she manages to tend to the paw fairly well, she freezes and frowns as she listens to him, marched out yep...that's happen, to her....she takes a deep breath and goes to get a piece of metal out and just manages to barely stay calm.  She looks at his ear and frowns, oh wait help was needed or was asked of?.. "Help?..Wot...someone else...needs....?"

Felicity opens her mouth, then shuts it for a moment. "Y'right, I'm sorry. I'm bein' an idiot, Greg. I 'ope y'can forgive me. I guess I don't 'andle beasts shootin' themselves very well." She shakes her head. "No, nobeast else needs 'elp, unless y' 'ave a pill to keep beasts from disrespectin' othahs. I was wonderin' if y'needed any 'elp, Cera. I'm not good at 'ealin', but I'm usually pretty good at followin' directions."

Gregorian's whiskers twitch a lot and he grimaces a few times as Cera's working. He handles it well, he's accustomed to pain and his tolerance is high, he just tries to remain still and let her work. He nods once to Felicity's apology "Yah forgiven. I'll feel guilty about choosin' tah come out of retirement despite Grace but I'll not have the guilt thrown at me" he looks vaguely amused afterwards "Though beasts shootin' themselves in this room is practically normal. Everyone knows someone who shot themselves in the foot learnin' how tah use a bow" he looks back down to Cera and becomes slightly concerned when she seems distracted or at if something's wrong "Alright?"

Cera gets out a metal piece, another piece and listens...half listens as she seems to unfocus a little and frowns  "Following orders 'tis...good...important..."  She still has his ear to look out and maybe get out a couple deeper bits of metal when she looks at some blood on her paws, on the floor and ...hmmms there is blood on Greg's paw, as well she has yet to clean it off as her ears flatten on her head....
"Lost..part of finger.....and....others..."  She looks at Felicity sort of unfocused now "Help...help...so many need help. And so much....blood and...they died...."  Ok this isn't good as she backs off a little "And he'll die...and your die...and everyone, I ..wanna go...home.."  Ummm she is home, ok a little bit ...out of it she blinks a few times "Alright...alright ..no one is alright!!" She shivers and seems to focus a little and looks confused, wait she is home and now she starts to cry.

Felicity freezes slightly and just watches for a moment. Oh great. "Cera? Darlin'?" She slowly reaches her paws out, not making any sudden moves. Battle Fatigue, the Soldier's Heart, whatever they would've called PTSD in the Middle Ages, the Runner is pretty sure the Healer has it. As the other haremaid starts to cry, Felicity goes to gently hug her. "Hey....hey, it's okay, you're alright, y' 'ome now, we'll keep y'safe, I promise." She glances at Greg, silently asking 'what else should I do?!'

"Ah hell" Greg mutters, which seems to be his general reaction to these things "Yah alright, yah safe at home in the mountain here" he tries to reassure too. When Felicity looks at him he gestures his head to the door "Why don't yah take her tah get cleaned up" he figures the blood isn't exactly helping "I'll" he looks around at the mess "Get someone tah help sort this place out and get washed up myself"

Cera whimpers and looks at Greg "Your...not dead.."She looks at Felicity "And..your not dead...and I am not dead"Good no one is dead, that helps calm her as she looks around and allows help ou of the room, she speaks to Felicity "He has a hole...in his ear..still...does he know that?"
   
Felicity smiles. "O' /course/ we're not dead, wot! 'Twas just some bad memories 'auntin' the livin' daylights outta you, love. Let's go get some tea an' we can talk about....whotevah y'want t'talk about, okay?" She glances back down the hallway towards the archery range. "Oh, don't worry, I'll ask one o' the othah 'Ealer's t'check on 'im. 'E'll be fine. Now, tea?"

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