07-01-06

Characters involved: Skipai, Athari, Zoe_Lang, Zeraph, Dunfur, Stukksnout, & Roreck.

Salamandastron: Dining Chamber

It has been a long time if anything of anyone to know what has happened to the old otter cook since the take over of the mountain. But all questions come to be answered as the old otter is dragged into the dining room for the first time, looking pretty much beaten up. Falling to the ground by the two vermin, he just lies there in pretty bad shape as the two head off again, the otter finished his task of cooking for now. There does look to be some cuts along the otter's back as though he has been cut by someone at one point.

Athari had been dozing lightly, head drooping, chin almost touching his chest; he hadn't had much time to do so whenever the vermin were in the room. As Skipai is dragged into the room and tossed to the floor, Athari lifts his head drowsily, blinking through bleary eyes as he searches out the source of the commotion. He notices Skipai lying there, beaten, and a frown crosses his scarred muzzle. "...bloody, no-good vermin..." he mutters under his breath. "Can't keep their dirty paws offa an innocent ol' cook..." He tugs at his bonds, just to see if they had gotten any looser by chance, but no such luck...

Skipai lies there, breathing slowly as he slowly starts to move but not much. Seeing his back twitch slightly, the otter gives a soft growl before rolling over again from lying down face down onto his back though he has looks of pain on his face. Deciding to rest there, he shakes his head and mutters something under his breath about all his hard work being messed up with stupid vermin not taking care of his kitchen.

The last time Zoe was returned to the room, she was dumped near one of the tables. She's now leaning against a chair leg, with her arms tied behind it. Her over tunic has somehow been removed in the past few hours, leaving only her sleeveless under shirt. Quite possibly so that one of the vermin could reapply a bandage of some description to her shoulder. At the moment she's just glaringly silently ahead, not even conversing with any of the hares close by.

Skipai pulls himself up with a wince as he looks about for a moment and relaxes as best as he can, the otter keeping to himself and quiet, hoping his rest will be for a while at least before being sent back in that kitchen again.

Athari sighs heavily, letting his head slowly lower once again so that he is staring down at the floor. "Shoulda done somethin'," he mutters, quietly. "How could I've let em do somethin' like this?" He tugs at the ropes again with a soft growl, wincing as they dig into his wrists even more. He tries to flex his paws to get a bit more feeling back into them, but they tingle with numbness.

Zoe_Lang's ears flick briefly when one of the guards passes before her, kicking a booted paw out at her ankle. She reacts with a brief up-turning of her lip as she cuts her eyes upward, following the ferret's passage by. 'Nother one she'd like to kill. She draws her knees toward her together, not having much choice with one tied to the other.

Looking like he doesn't feel so good, Zeraph is still close by to Zoe's position. Now, though, he is curled up as much as he can be with his head ducked towards his knees protectively. Mrf. When the ferret passes by his only reaction is a flick of one of his ears. The Lieutenant sighs and settles down more, cheek on the floor.

Skipai is starting to doze off, the otter has been made to stay up all through the night and through much of the day, slowly though the otter does fall asleep in his sitting up position, his tail keeping him from falling over on his side.

Zoe_Lang's eyes finally turn to consider Zeraph where he lies nearby. She is not close enough to reach out and touch him anymore and, secured to the chair, isn't capable of moving herself any closer. So she does the best she can - she 'psssts'. "... Zeraph? Doin' all righ'?"

"Dizzy... nauseous.. Darts suck." This is all Raph gets out, with a hard swallow as if trying to keep something back. He doesn't even open his eyes as he returns this to the higher ranking officer, seeming to try and keep as close to the floor as possible.

Zoe_Lang's ears flatten back. She nods, seemingly to herself since Zeraph's not cognizant of it, and rests her head back against the chair leg with a thump. A sigh escapes out through lightly clenched teeth. "... Yeah." Her eyes close, not really seeing anything worth looking at. Nothing that won't depress her, anyway. "M'sorry, lad."

Zeraph nods his head dully, ears pinned back as he closes his eyes tighter as a wave of nausea takes over before it seems to settle back down. With an expelling breath, he finally opens his eyes again to look around at his surroundings. Still as bleak as ever.

To the accompaniment of muttered comments, not many of them nice, a young, scruffy-looking ferret is making her way around the prisoners, carrying a large pitcher of water. The question is, is she trying to give them drinks, or just kinda playing, as she ends up dumping thr water on them as much as she dumps it in their mouths. Finally she reaches the two officer hares, and sets her pitcher down, crouching to stare at them. Just.. stare.

When the scruffy ferret crouches before them, the Colonel senses rather than sees the presence. Since her eyes are closed. More than likely she smells her. One eye opens and she stares back. Squint.

Mmf. Ferret? The Lieutenant cranes his neck back to stare at this vermin, ears pinning flat to his skull. Nothing else than this. Actually he's more deep in thought - thankful that he isn't being fed. Zeraph envisions kissing Toroth's footpaws. Then again, he did this to him in the first place.

Another vermin, a rat which really bad breath is passing out little bits of stale bread to the beasts in the room.

The return stares seem to amuse the ferret, maybe. She tilts her head and gives a half-smirk, half-grin at them, reaching her paw out to dip it in the pitcher and /flick/ a little bit of the water in the general direction of the buck, then she returns her paw to the pitcher, another flick in the colonel's direction.

Wow, this sucks. Zoe's other eye has opened, at this point, and all she can do is squint blinkingly as the water is flicked into her face. She turns her head away just slightly, shaking it minutely. Honestly.

Grumff. Zeraph gets water splattered across the bridge of his nose, tucking his head in against his knees as he had before, to give her less to aim at. The officer feels too 'sucky' at the moment for this..

The rat continues to pass out the stale bread to much of most of the hare's disgust from the bad breath....

Ah! Such fun! Annoying the sick and injured prisoners, especially as these prisoners are hares. she continues to idly flick water at them. then her eyes fix on the rat, a huge grin spreading across her muzzle. "Oy, C'mere, mate!" She calls, waving him over.

Oh, could this get any worse? When the flicking stops, Zoe turns an almost painfully bored look on the ferret. It really is just the little annoyances that get to you, though. She glances to the side at Zeraph, who... really doesn't look very well. At all.

The rat, named Stukksnout looks at the ferret with a frown and speaks. "What?" Looking to be annoyed at being interrupted in his task.

Zeraph has no witty comeback to any of this. What's happened to him? The officer finds himself deep in thought, eyes closed once more but brows furrowed. Every now and then he feels the splattering of water upon his head, but that doesn't get much of a reaction.

Dunfur, the ferret, gestures again to the rat, snickering. "C'mere, these one's are /officers/ I hear." She picks the pitcher up, and goes to lean in to Zoe. "Thirsty, bunny?"

Zoe_Lang blinks impassively. Eh, that looks says. She turns her eyes away, to look at the ground beyond Dunfur.

Stukksnout rolls his eyes at the ferret and moves along the line, passing out bread until he reaches where Zer and Zoe are. Looking at Zer he shakes his head, just about remembering that this one isn't to get any food at all and he looks at Zeraph for a moment before moving over to look at Zoe, breathing heavily on her, the rancid bad breath of rotted bird flesh in between his teeth.

More like sensing the rat's presence, Zeraph's eyes open and he looks up towards the vermin that is so close to Zoe's face. Actually, the ferret is as well. Blink. Did he miss something? The Lieutenant slowly tries to push up into a sitting position to gaze at this..

Well, that was anitclimatic. Dunfur moves over to Zer, reaching a paw out to poke at his arm once. " 'ey, you, boy-bunny." heh. That was /clever/. She looks down at the pitcher. "Kinda sleepy, aincha?" She sloshes the water, looking down at him.

Zoe_Lang's nose wrinkles at the smell and she draws her muzzle slightly back, looking vaguely disgusted. But still she says nothing, her eyes slipping over to observe Dunfur's handling of Zeraph. Or Zeraph's handling of Dunfur, for that matter.

Zeraph has found himself in a half slouched position, ears flickering up only slightly when she speaks to him. "Perhaps.." He gets out in between clenched teeth. The sloshing water makes him flinch back in a jerky manner, getting hit with some of it.

The rat just thrusts a stale piece of bread at her and then moves on, he's got more important things to do like keep his work on time considering he's one of the low rank lot.

Being a low-ranking sort isn't going to stop Dunfur having fun, or whatever it is she's doing here. she crouches right in front of the buck, setting the pitcher on the floor between him and her, just where she can dip her paw easily to continue flicking the water. "think yer somethin special, doncha, you hares?"

Zoe_Lang bites back a sigh, seeming more concerned with the exchange beside her than the hunk of bread now on the ground before her. Which she can't get at anyway, with her paws tied behind her back the way they are. Doesn't help with the hunger pangs, though.

Zeraph's eyes narrow to slits as he is continuously flicked with water, kind of leeeannning away from it. This doesn't help much. "Never thought so.. Now I think we might be. Never saw a grown beast so amused by playing with water." Snappy comeback!!! :D

Oh! That wasn't very nice at all. Dunfur's amusement is gone, and predictably, she picks up the pitcher, and splashes the enire contents out in the hare's direction, her aim uncertain as she's rather angry, but there's definitely lots of water flying everywhere. Grr.

Ker-splash. Raph's soggy ears slowly tip back, eyes closing with a grunt. All of that flying water hit him, and his uniform is now sticking to his form. That's kind of uncomfortable, having to sit there all wet now. Finally he looks at Dunfur again. "Great. Very mature. Thank you." At least the nausea is starting to pass.

the ferret's back to amused, pointing at the soaked hare and giggling madly, looking around for other vermin to share her glee with before she turns back to the buck. "Yer welcome, nice polite bunny." this sends her into renewed giggle fits. "no wonder we took this place so easy, buncha dumb bunny rabbits.... didja know the boss killed lotsa you? Yeah, he did." Then she leans up real close to him then, mood-swing. "You or some critter like ye killed my brother, though. That wasn't nice, was it?"

At the very far side of the room, two weasels comes in and looks about the room for a moment. Nodding their heads, they make their way to one of the hares tied up and begin to get him up from the floor. Quickly, they drag him off out of the room without saying a word.

Zeraph leans back more, glaring at the ferret. "Yes, indeed I do know." He resists the urge to try and send her flying with a kick, which.. he couldn't do anyway. As she continues to speak, he just sneers, not liking this situation. "Poor you.. Actually I think I remember slamming a ferret into a wall.. Would that have been him?" The Lieutenant is getting angry about her so close.

"... Raph," is Zoe's only warning murmur. She gives a slight shake of her head, watching the ferret closely.

The ferret gets even closer to Zeraph, almost nose to nose as she snarls in his face, a paw slowly extending toward his chest, obviously meaning to poke him... hard. She hesitates, and looks over at Zoe when she comments. "Raph..." She drawls out slowly. "May as well've been you...." She straightens. "Wanna see that doe hurt?" She asks casually, gesturing to the colonel.

There is a loud bark from the other side of the room, perhaps the ferret's commander. "Oi! I thought you were handing out water. Get on with it or I report you to our leader for slacking."

Uh. One quick glance is sent towards the Colonel when she snaps him out of his angry state. Finally Zeraph ducks his head, glaring at the ferret before it calms into a soft expression. "No. I don't..." He mumbles quietly.

Zoe_Lang raises an eyebrow at the ferret's words, but... aha. One of the only times Zoe's been glad to hear one of the stinking vermin speak up. She smirks, very faintly. "See ya latah, hob."

Dunfur jumps visibly at the threat from the other side of the room, grabbing her now empty pitcher as she shoots a glare at the Lieutenant. "Yeah, right ya are, boss!" she shouts scampering back toward the kitchens for more water, tripping a bit over her own footpaws in her hurry. As the shout has drawn attention to her, it is almost inevitable that this stumble would give other vermin ideas, and sure enough, she's not more than a few feet away when one sicks out a footpaw to trip her. Snarly growl as she carries on, that stoat's apparently higher on the pecking order...

Zeraph sighs and looks relieved himself, getting some amusement from the ferret being tripped when she runs for the kitchens. Finally his attention returns to Zoe, with an apologetic look, ears flattened still. That's when he remembers that he's wet. Glance.

At the apologetic look, Zoe only shakes her head. And actually manages a faint smile. "... Nevah mind. Nevah mind." She sighs, letting her head drop forward against her knees now that the situation's over.

Zeraph turns his attention away from the Colonel again as he begins trying to take in his surroundings again. Not like he hasn't seen the dining hall so many times before, but right now anything could be used to help, he figures. Silence takes over.

It isn't a long time before there is more movement from the direction of the door, and that is when Roreck emerges, just holding a long length of chain as the two weasels from earlier walk along behind him carrying the hapless buck from before, who is now dead with the end of the chain wrapped around his neck and gutted as well. For a moment Roreck stops in the middle of the room, staring up at the ceiling, before he starts jerking hares from out of the group to begin making a 'pyramid' so that he can climb up it to the rafters above.

Once this objective is reached, the marten leaps from the top of the pile to catch hold of one rafter and wrap the chain around it once. Roreck's head cocks to the side, peering down at the weasel's, who release the hare before he just leaps off of the high position. Because of the chain and the sudden weight change for for the hob dropping off towards the floor, the buck is jerked upward to stop when he's hung from the rafter above. A grin and another scramble up the 'pyramid' gets him on the rafter again to make sure it is secure, before Roreck just goes drops back down, dangling and then landing on the hares, before he goes to leave the room without caring. Ahh.. Decorations.