Back to the 67th
7/30/10
Includes
Rahier
Tyree
The 67th: Tunnel
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The underbrush is especially thick over one of the mounds above, and for
good reason. It conceals a hole, which leads to a tunnel. This is that
tunnel. It begins very narrow, such that any beast entering it would have
to crawl, but soon widens out into a veritable walkway, the dirt walls
shored up on all sides with wooden infrastructure. The tunnel narrows once
more towards the end, into a single-file entryway.
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Visible Exits:
[C]entral [B]urrow [A]bove [G]round
"What a gloomy place," Tyree mutters as he comes down inside. Dirt. Dirt everywhere. Dirty dirt that doesn't politely stay in place like good old fashioned stone does. "This is where the great campaign ta' retake Mossflower Wood will begin, eh? Can see why some a' the hares stationed 'ere were considered a mite nutty..."
"Oh, t'be sure," Rah says, coming in up off his hands and knees, behind Tyree. "Never installed a proper door, either. Security, tosh." The buck stands, putting his hand against the wall, and looks around. "S'been a long time since I've been here, long time." Ah, must have been ten seasons ago, eh? "That was after th'earthquake."
"Truly? I wonder, has anybeast maintained this place since then?" Tyree would hate to do ten seasons' worth of maintenance on a small tunnel system like this. He stays away from the wall. Dirty dirt wall. "Well then! ...Where to begin?"
Rahier grins at this. "Oh, yeh. There's hares inside, we keep a small number here all th'time. Bound t'meet some o' them jus' inside. Not good t'have sentries outside, ruins th'whole 'hidden' thing." The buck steps past Ty, and looks at his seeming disdain for touching the wall. "Place burned out once, y'know? Kitchen fire wrecked it all."
"... Kitchen fire." Tyree blinks. Ironic that hares would have a kitchen fire. He follows the Colonel deeper inside. "I just hope this place is ready for operations. Can't have incompetence in the kitchen underminin' the whole thing!"
"Kitchen fire," Rah confirms, with a little grin. "Shut th'whole place down. Didn't get it back up an' runnin' f'quite awhile, y'know?" When they step through the small entryway and out into the central burrow, things start to look mildly similar to home.. it's a warren, just carved out of dirt instead of rock.
It's foreign and alien to Tyree, who has grown up in sturdy, militaristic style his whole life. But welcoming in some ways. That doesn't make him eager to touch the dirt and feel around in it, though. "It's awful quiet," he observes. "Are we sure the ones stationed here are... here?"
"I imagine it migh' be a bit quieter here than y'migh' be accustomed to." Than they all might be, probably. "But it suits some. They end up here, heh!" Rah turns and tilts an ear to listen, and then clears his throat. "Hallo!" he calls, and receives answer by way of a dark-furred buck sticking his head out of a room to look at them. "'Lo, sirs," he greets.
"Gah!" Tyree can't help but exclaim, flinching back from the hare's sudden appearance. He gathers himself again quickly enough. "Long Patrol main contingent. Here for, ah... um..." He looks to Rahier. We're here for... whatever the colonel says we're here for, yes!
The new-buck gives a grin to Tyree. Like, ah, he's a scaredy-cat. "Yes," Rah agrees, looking to Tyree and then to the buck. "We're here f'whatever." The colonel gives a laugh, and then calms. "Heard there was a spot o' trouble at th'abbey." The darkie dips his head in a nod. "Filed a noise complaint, we did."
"Well, we're here ta' help clean up the place, wot," Tyree says with a firm nod. His patchy eye looks funny when it's narrowed. Like a storybook illustration trying to be threatening. "Of course, there will be more than just us two... I think."
The darky frowns. "I should hope so. No slight against you two, but we might need a bit more muscle." Rah laughs a bit. "O' course. We're jus' arrivin' here first t'claim th' best bunks. Speakin' o' that, 'm bushed." Rah looks to Ty. "Mind?"
"Not at all, sah." Tyree salutes and looks forward to sleep.
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