A "Friendly" Little Game (Long Patrol RP)
This RP did not happen ICly on the day that it was logged. It happened some other day. Wouldn't you like to know what day it was? ;) Also, we used the command +roll-dice 1d2 to flip a coin to decide how well Felicity did in guessing :)
Western Shore
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Pale blue sky meets glassy green as you look out over the ocean to the west. Gentle waves lap at the sand you stand upon. The sea is calm, and so is the overall aura of the beach. A cool, salty breeze whisks through and is gone as suddenly as it came. The distant cry of a gull, the splash of a fish, and suddenly, all is still again.
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Exits: [Sh]allows, [U]pshore, [D]ownshore
Rioko the fox. Felicity the hare.
It is a beautiful evening. Felicity the hare is out on patrol again, a small haversack on her back, her shortsword at her side, and her sling wrapped around her waist. Her auburn fur is a beautiful rust colour in the sunset light, and her blue-eyed gaze is constantly sweeping the landscape, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Her longer-than-average limbs and shorter-than-average ears make her easy to tell apart from other hares, even if you were ignoring her fur colour. She is walking steadily South along the beach. She has a shell on a seaweed cord hanging from her neck.
The hare is not the only beast out today. This path along the beach, while deserted for now, is a well used means for beasts up and down the length of the water side. It is here that Rioko has set herself into a position to rob them...but not in the usual sense.
Set further inland, where the beach becomes grass, there is a small table set up under the shade of a large umbrella. Sitting cross legged on a pillow Rioko the fox is drumming her paws across the small, ankle high table.
The vixen is a grey fox with an orange underbelly that has started to become rather pear shaped after working at the tavern. A straw hat covers the vixen's head. On the table are three wooden cups.
Felicity pauses in mid-stride. What. in the world...? She walks over to the fox, who looks harmless enough. "G'day, lady fox. That's a nice hat. Looks comfortable, wot." The haremaid's uniform will tell any beast who is informed about such things that she is a Private in the Long Patrol, and a Runner to boot. "Do ye mind my askin' what you're doin' out here in the middle of nowhere, wot?"
The fox leans back on her pillow, her nice hat blocking out the scowl she has when she sees that she is being greeted by a long patrol hare. The scowl passes quickly though. Despite her run in with the long patrol a while ago Rioko wasn't one to hold a grudge. After all at the end of the day woodlanders and vermin both carried money she could haggle out of their paws.
"Well that all depends don' it?" The fox flashes the hare a toothy grin, "I'm playing what you might call a game. Care to try a round? The first one is free." She places her paws on the cups, picking one up in the center to show there is a red bead in center, "The game is simple. Guess which cup has the bead and you win twice what you put down. Sound fun, yeah?"
Felicity lifts an eyebrow and kneels on the side of the table opposite the fox. "'Ow do I know ye won't cheat? My brother used to do this with me, except he'd always cheat and slip the bead off the edge of the table into his lap." he is curious, though. It's been many, many seasons since she last played this game...since her brother.... She shudders slightly and stifles those memories.
"Are you saying that I would cheat just because I am a vixen?" The fox gasps in shock. Then smiles again, "Actually it's a good question. So let's follow de logic of that for a moment, eh? Let's say I cheat you out of all your monies and get away with it. What's to stop you from telling all your little hare buddies that I am a cheat? Then they would never play the game when they pass by here again, and poor ol' Rioko would starve." Not to mention that the hare might make fish bait out of her. But Rioko doesn't mention that part. "So, care to try? It sounds like your brother gave you all the proper training to play this game already."
Felicity can't help but smile at the vixen's logic, but then her brother is mentioned and her smile vanishes, to be replaced by a sad, empty look. She forces a smile onto her face. "Alrighty. Although I have trouble believing that you'd starve anytime soon, wot." Now, she did NOT call her fat. She just implied it.
The vixen's smile fades at being called fat, implied or not. "Such insults, even after I give you a free game." The fox chuckles, but its obvious that its forced, "Sit right down on the rug there and let us begin." Rioko pops her claws then begins to shuffle the cups around. She pauses and sits back, waiting for the hare to choose.
"I meant no offense. Sorry." Felicity truly does look sorry as she sits down on the rug. Her eyes move in her head as she watches the cups, then she points to the one she knows the bead is under.
"Are you...sure?" The fox lifts up the cup and acts surprised at finding the bead there. "My my, you are good at this. Perhaps another round is in order?" She smiles under her hat. The hook has been baited, now to real in the catch. She would let the hare win a few rounds, build up her confidence, then, then the fox would start winning again when it became profitable to do so. Oh yes, this poor hare didn't know what was about to hit her!
After a while...
The fox ran her paws through her head fur, "Ish can't...but how...that's not..." The fox can't believe her eyes, staring in shock at the pile of copper pieces on the table, her copper peices, being drained by her wallet. How was this hare still winning? She was cleaning out her coin purse! "Again!" Rioko growls, slamming the cups onto the table.
Felicity is enjoying herself immensely. She shakes her head and starts to gather up her winnings and put them in her haversack. She then hesitates, then holds out a paw. "Tell ya what. How 'bout if I move the cups this time, and if you are correct, than you can get back all of your money. Sound fair?"
The fox seems to growl. What's this? Pity? She doesn't need pity! The fox pulls her hat tight across her head. The table is made smaller and thrust into her own nap sack, "I think I need a drink." Rolling up her rugs and pillow, and unfolding the umbrella takes only a few moments when one is angry. The fox begins to wonder off, stomping in the sand and muttering something about 'that blasted long patrol.'
Felicity shrugs and stands, then, digging out about 10 coppers that she won, she tosses them towards the vixen, calling, "Thank you for the game. You made the pain I've had since my brother died less strong. Have some of your money back. I.....you helped me. Allot. Thank you." And she then turns, shoulders her haversack, and runs off, faster than the average hare, and is soon out of shouting range.
Helped her? Helped HER? Oh that hare doesn't know what's coming now! How dare she embarrass her in front of...well, there were only crabs and seagulls out today. But still! The fox will have her revenge! Later! At another date...probably...if she remembers her face after a few drinks at the tavern...but she will rue the day! Even if only eventually.
Thanks for reading!
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