Orel - 24 02 2009 - Badgers. Good and Bad
Halyard Tavern: Main Room
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Warmly lit by torches along the walls and lanterns set upon the many tables
scattered around the room, the main room of the Halyard Tavern is an often-
populated area. One corner of the tavern is taken up by a stage, about a
foot or two higher than the rest of the floor, where live entertainment
performs, while circular tables, both large and small, are set up in front
of the stage, spreading out into the center of the room. Meanwhile, around
the perimeter of the tavern, booths are set, and, of course, the obligatory
bar rests against the far wall, a bartender or barmaid always on duty.
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"Pleasure to meet you, Brax'." She nods a little. "Traveller m'self. Don't plan on going near the mountain, to be honest... Sounds a tad too military f' me. Did like the idea of the sea air. Been stuck in the woodlands." She pats her staff, where it's leaning against the bar. "Nice t' hike through a change of scene."
Braxton chuckles some and nods. "Aye...I am as well. I dont like to stay in one place more then a few days" he replies. "Nice to be able to adventure somewhere without being tied down to anything" He nods some.
Anything about Lucy's past, future or present life you'd like him to see? Or do you mind if I just make crazy stuffs up" to Lucy.
"Adventure? S'pose so. Hard to think of it like that when the travel is what y' do for a life..." She muses, then sips at her drink. "Jus' a few days? Huh, I'd agree wi' you if this were any other woodland village, but... 's the shore. Shore's a destination, rather than a passin' point. Think a week or two'll suit m'self."
Braxton chuckles and nods. "Indeed" he repliles before thinking. "I dont know...i'm not really sure...If my friends Drag me into staying longer, then i'll stay longer...but...a week at most for me I think" he says. The badger stands up and goes over with a small smile. "Mind if I join you?" he motions to an empty seat next to her
The door bangs open and a brown sea-rat wearing faded silks and velvet wanders in. He is clutching his head and squeaking softly as he makes his way towards the bar. He crosses in front of Braxton as he moves and leaps back out of his way with a scream. "The shadow of the looming death! The axe beast bathed in seas of blood." He then bows to Braxton and double-takes when he sees Lucy.
"Please. Do. Solitary travel f' weeks. Company'd be welcome." And, it's about here that the rat passes and does the odd back-jumping. The scream gets a tilted head and a raised brow. "Shadow of the what and the who..?" She asides, to Braxton, though her eyes watch the jumpy Orel carefully.
Braxton smiles some and nods before glaring at the rat. "Get lost Orel. No one wants to hear your Crazy scamming future seeing...And I'm not in the mood to give chances to day" he growls and sits down. "Thank you" he smiles to Lucy.
Orel stares at Lucy and his eyes widen, his knees give out and he hits the floor, spreading his arms out before him and bowing, "Great Lady of the Sandstone Walls, the bells do sing in love above you. Harm not this vermin, strike him not down. In innocence I beg of thee, shielded by the Mouse's sword, harm not I. No harm to thee I bring nor your parents loss can touch, but the bells that sing in splendour will always be your home."
Lucy mutters. "You're welcome." To Braxton, a curious look preceeding her next, slightly disbelieving and wary and expression. A paw reaches for, and tightens around her staff, pulling it closer while she remains sat. "What's wrong with-?" She starts to ask the other badger, even while the rat is talking and then she stops dead, wary anger at the rat, this time. "What about my parents..?"
Braxton lets off one loud growl, quickly drawing his axe from his back and standing. "Do you not listen? Get Lost rat or I'll have your head on a platter!" the badger shouts. He gets looked at by a lot of the staff and the customers but no one says anything at him. "Do not test me...No one cares for your insanity scum...get lost or drop dead!" The badger then glances to Lucy. "Dont worry about him, he has an empty head" he then lets off another loud growl to the rat. "last chance...get lost"
Orel stares up at Braxton, eyes wide, his eyes travel to the axe blade. "Dripping, awash with the blood of the innocent as well as the guilty. If my blood joins it now in cold blood and murder.. a year from now it shall shatter and in that moment all be lost!" He reaches out a paw half imploringly to Lucy.
"Please, child of the Abbey, of the sandstone walls and bells. Will you let him strike me down in murder cold blooded and most foul? All Orel can do is say what he has seen in the fog and cloud of mind and shape. He sees the abbey in your past and the future always calling with bells for you to return." He lowers his paw and starts to sob clawing at his ears. "It never stops. But what I see is there."
There is a paw reaching to try and grasp Braxton's arm to gently pull him back. "Please. Brax'. Let him ramble." She then gives the rat a wary, yet curious eye. "Y'never know. He might say something useful one day... And I'm curious t' see how he knows about me and the Abbey..." Her eyes watch the rat, yet her words are directed, apparently, to the other badger.
Braxton glares at the crying rat. Brax...is Actually looking baffled right now. "I've...never made anyone cry before..." he glares then sighs, putting his axe back on his back, sitting down slowly. "Only reason I'm letting you live, rat, is because...Your too pathetic to do anything...get lost" he mutters with a frown, before glancing to Lucy. "Sorry..." he sighs a bit, glaring at Orel again.
Orel cringes away from Braxton, "Do I.. go or not.. She told me stay! You tell me go!" he squeaks and hugs his tail, sniveling and staring up at Lucy. "It is imprinted in your aura! The air around you, the sound of two bells singing side by side. echoes in your past."
The axe gets a nod as it's put away. Her staff has been left back, resting against the bar once more. "Never..?" Lucy murmurs to Braxton. "Huh. Lucky there, then..." And then to the rat. "This is a tavern right? So it's up t' you whether to stay or go... And stay out o' m' past, okay? Don't need t' hear about what I've already lived."
Braxton eyes Orel and turns his back before ordering another Mug of tea. "Ignore the Rat, he's insane...he doesn't know cheese from mold" he smirks a bit.
Orel slowly backs up away from the badgers, he bows to them both and moves to a free table. Sitting hunched up and shaking until one of the bar-staff come over to serve him. The hare bringing Braxton tea nods to the badgers, "Please try not to upset the rat, he's harmless, a bit weird in the head but harmless. But he doesn't half shriek when upset."
"Gulls 've already heard here have been causing enough racket... Huh, could do without any shrieking..." Lucy agrees, nodding to the tea-bearing hare. "So. Familiar t' you then Brax'? Th' rat? Orel, did y' call him? Eerily close t' home with some of that... Insane or not..." She sips at her whiskey again, finding it mostly gone now.
Braxton nods somewhat. "Aye...I know him. I also know he's no good" he frowns some, taking the tea. He just nods to the Bar-hare then looks back to Lucy. "I'd Avoid him...he thinks he sees the past and the future"
The bar hare grins, "Oh he does... you got to believe it after hearing what he comes out with day in and day out." The hare nods and walks off. Orel seems to have calmed down and in true verminous form is devouring a rather nice looking bowl of stew.. with his muzzle.
Lucy shakes her head, watching the rat chow down. Yuck. "The past... Aye. I'd believe he might. Or, at least, he's good at guessin', perhaps? I grew up in Redwall Abbey... And he seems to know that... " Back to Braxton. "So. Few days? Guess y' met th' rat in here. Both of you regulars?"
Braxton lets off a low growl at the hare. "No...he doesn't" he frowns before looking over. "Aye...Regulars. Though, if he keeps comin' back I'll just keep to the mountain" he replies, taking a drink of his tea.
The hare shakes his head, "Leave him alone, he lives in a driftwood shack on the north side of the town. He's never hurt anyone." It seems the local residents pity the poor thing. He looks up and peers at Lucy shyly over his bowl, nervous as she was glancing at him.
Lucy offers a smile in return to the shy look. Well, if the bar-staff is on his side, then he cannot be all that bad, surely. Town-crazies. One in every settlement, of course. To Brax' "Couldn't y' just ignore him if you don't like him that much? Y' know. Prentend he's not there?"
Braxton speaks up quickly. "Thats not True, I watched him hurt a family there a few days ago on the shores" he replies. "Little scum pile got away from me before I could kill him" he says with a loud growl, making sure Orel heard. Then he glances back to Lucy. "I grew up somewhere that doesn't exist anymore" he replies with a quiet sigh before glaring upward. Then he looks back to Lucy. "If you had experience with vermin like i did, you'd know how hard that was..."
What do you want to whisper?
Orel sways from side to side, and shakes his head. "I have never harmed anyone.. but other vermin in my time... Master Braxton, you saw that.. you know that... so no point lying. yougot what you paid for, dead vermin." He nods to Miss Lucy and goes back to his bowl of strew, he really has no table manners."
Lucy looks from Braxton to the rat and back again. She falls silent, sighing a little at Braxton's latest revelation. "Perhaps I would. Redwall was nothing but peaceful in my time there. I'm sorry." She has no comment for the dispute that seems to have arisen between Orel and Braxton, content to just sit out of that.
Braxton glares but doesn't reply to Orel anymore. "Ah...well. I stayed at Redwall before coming here...nice place..." he nods a bit before drinking some of the tea in his mug.
Orel smiles and licks his whisker's clean. "Tis a nice toon this'n! All be welcome ere if'n they dinnae be causing trouble! Stay fer awhile Mi lady badger ma'am"
"It is. A nice place. I shall go back again, this year, I am certain." Lucy muses, agreeing with the other badger, then, for Orel; "Lucy. Please. My name is Lucy. And I will. For a couple o' weeks or so 't least, I will be stayin'."
Braxton glances to Lucy a bit and hms some. "Ah...I may go back that way...i'm
sort of wondering what lies over the western sea though..."
"Couldn't tell you... N'more than stories, anyway. Growin' up in the Abbey... Y' get to hear a lot of stories. It's all islands and corsairs, otters 'nd hedgehogs... Slavers and pirates..." Her drink is finished. Another glint of a coin and a murmured order for the same again.
Braxton shrugs somewhat before sighing and glancing up. "Slavers....pirates..." he shudders a bit. "Maybe I should head over onto the Sea's...rid them of those horrible things..." he mutters.
Lucy says, "Wonderful dream..." She smiles kindly. "But not terribly realistic, Brax'... Slavin' and piracy is just the only life some beasts know 'ow to do..." She nurses the new drink. "Always going t' be more, no matter 'ow many y' vanquish. Trust me, y'll die long before piracy does... It's an unwinnable war, that one. Jus' look at how long the Long Patrol's been at it. Shores safe yet?""
Braxton hms and looks over before shrugging and sighing. "I know, but I can still do a lot...I'm sure i could make a dent in it before I died" he replies, sighing again before yawning. "So...What do you for fun, hm?" he asks with a small smile.
"Vengeance is no motice f' a career." Lucy shakes her head and then offers a smile. "For fun? Seek out company; play a game, sing songs, tell stories. Travellin' gives you much experience when it comes to amusin' m'self and sometimes others."
Braxton shrugs before being glad about the whole subject change. "ah...sounds fun" he smiles with a nod.
"What about y'self, Brax'? Much of a singer there?" There's a slight teasing edge to those words, the badgermaid peering over the top of her drink at him.
Braxton hms and chuckles a bit. "I can sing quite well, yes" he smiles a bit. I dont much like to sing though..."
"Oh? And why not, hmm? Can't imagine big ol' warrior scourge like y' would have trouble wi' stage fright? Surely not shy, Brax'?" She offers a gentle nudge, while she smirks, placing that drink back on the bar. It's going slightly faster than the first.
Braxton glances over and laughs. "Your just like Astrid is" he mutters with a smirk. "yes...actually, I am shy. I may be all tough on the outside, but I'm a softie on the inside" he chuckles. He still sleeps with a little stuffed Fox called Mister Fluffy...but he's glad there's only one other beast who knows that.
"We're all soft on th' inside, Brax', but... eh... Not the same thing. Astrid..?" There's a questioning look now; intrigued. And, if she new about 'Mister Fluffy', she might wonder about the beast who hates vermin, having a plush version to share the bed with...
Braxton hms. "ah. yeah...i sort of like her...its too bad she doens't like me..." he sighs some before looking over to the stage a bit before glancing to his tea, taking another drink.
Lucy asks, "Sort of like her? If this is the response her name gets out o' you, then y' more than 'sort of like her', Brax'..." Lucy comments, before following that look to the stage. "Y' sure you don't want to go up and have a go? If anyone says anything, than y' can always remind them you're bigger than 'em, eh?" She teases again."
Braxton nods. "I really like her...heh...its too bad its not the same feeling with her" he then chuckles. "haha...yes, i'm sure..."
"Well, d'you know why she doesn't feel the same..? Perhaps it's not meant t' be, or perhaps y' both need more time t' get used to eachother." A thoughtful pause. "Might get up there myself. Sing something. Much rather see you get up and sing though... Nothing I can tempt y' with for that?"
Orel having dropped off at his table Orel snorts as he wakes up, wiping at his snout with one paw and peers around, the Badger's are still there it seems.. not so much fun. He waves a paw at Lucy, she seems nice, but then she's an Abbey Badger and scary as anything. "Miss Lucy... ye still be 'ere! Cheers this ole sea-rats heart tae knoo ye didnae kill me whilst ah slept!"
Braxton nods. "Yes, I know" he says. "We...talked about it" then he frowns a bit before laughing at the suggestion of getting up. "I dont think you could get me up there if you payed me....I'll think about it though"
"Why in th' seasons would I have killed you, Orel? But... You're welcome?" She smiles, nodding to the rat. "Brax' and I were jus' talking about getting up on the stage... 'M trying to persuade him up there... What about you though? You want t' get up and have a go at singing, Orel?"
Orel blinks, "Me? Ah lassy I don't think ye want tae hear tha shanties ah be knowing.. tis nae fer polite company." He eyes Braxton warily, the rat seems almost sane at the moemnt.
Braxton glances over and hehs a bit before looking to Lucy. "I'll go up and sing if you do first" he smirks.
"You'd be surprised at the things you hear in travellin'. I'm sure y' shanties wouldn't offend much." This to the rat. Then, in reply to Brax', she drains the rest of her drink, and nods. "Sounds a deal. Bu', it's an agreement. You're not to back out, hmm? Shake on it." She offers a paw.
Orel tilts his head and wriggles a claw inside one of his ears, "If'n he backs oot.. aye'll sing a song fer ye missy!"
Braxton glances to Orel but ignores him again, taking her paw with a strong grip, nodding. "Deal!"
Lucy grins at Orel. "Very kind." And then grins to Braxton at the grip and the agreement. "Requests or we pick our own? I'll vote for picking our own." She starts to get up, ready to head for the stage. "Least y' guaranteed something y'know then."
Orel puls out a nasty ball of ear wax and pads over closer to the stage, sitting down and ordering a tankard of something or other. Grubby whiskers twitching as he waits and watches, rolling the earwax into a ball
Braxton nods and chuckles. "Aye..." he chuckles before looking at Orel in discus. "discussing" he mutters.
Lucy takes a moment to think, picking through and dismissing songs in her head as she stands there on the stage. "Ahem. Well. Anybeast goin' t' object if I sing the ballad of Sir Randal? Don't know if it's well known around here or not?"
Orel shakes his head, "Wots a Sir?" he pops the ball of wax in his mouth and chews on it noisily, grinning at Braxton impudently
Braxton ews and almost loses his lunch...in fact that just Grossed him out beyond belief. "Yeah...." he hms. "Maybe I wont sing" he says, starting to turn and getting up to leave.
Lucy eyes the rat. Uh. Yuck. "Uh. A Sir is a Knight. Well, in this case, uh, a Lord. Brax'? Y' backing out before I even start singin' Brax'? I'll step down from the stage now in that case, y' know."
Braxton sort of...just waves sort of. "Nnh...I just....think i may lose my lunch or something...."
Orel seems oblivious to how he's set everyone on edge. "What? Wot did a do?" he looks around and blinks up at lucy, "Aww ye cannae not sing now lassy! Ye promised!"
Lucy says, "I think they serve food here..? Orel? So, eh, try not t' snack on y' ears? It's a little off-puttin'..." Lucy shakes her head, but stays on stage. "Right, s'pose I did. Wait. Did I? Ah, well. Either way. Ballad of Sir Randal...""
Braxton pops out the door quietly.
Orel sits back, "Oh.. sorry... thi'k ah upset Brax... he's probably gonna find me later and beat me black n blue." he chews on his knuckles worriedly, peering through the stone that hangs about his neck, looking up at Lucy.
Ah, forget the song then. Lucy leaves the stage as the rat frets. A worried glance towards the door, as she approaches Orel. "Beat y' black and blue? Whatever for? You might have grossed 'im out, but that's no reason for him to hurt you. And he didn't seem the type who'd use violence for no good reason..."
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Orel whimpers and tugs at his snout. "He hates me.. 'ates all vermin jist because we be vermin! I mean.. .wot arm am I? Jist.. can't elp it. Living in a shack.. begging fer scraps an coin with me readings."
Lucy winces at the noises from outside. She nods, gently, though doesn't quite reach for the rat's paw. "Readings as well? Well, I should've expected that. Some beasts are like that, Orel. And his reason. Well. You can see the past? I'm sure y' understand it."
Braxton is gone a good few minutes before coming back, looking empty. "mmmf...okay...i'm back..." he nods, sitting Far...far away from Orel.
Orel sighs, "Death, darkness.. his axe weeps blood for all those slain... innocent and guilty alike.. Onwards, backwards every forwards." his eyes have glazed over and his head bobs up and down slowly as he turns eyes to Lucy. "Sorrow.. long ago.... but future shining bright." He shivers and shakes his head, "Oh I understand... for sure I just... am trying to behave.." He carries on talking, as if the strange words had never been uttered by him.
Lucy glances over to Braxton, offering a smile and a nod for his return. The words from Orel get a curious frown, and she nods slowly to the latter. "Just keep tryin'. He seems good t' me. Anyway? Y' can see the future? What about mine, hmm?"
Braxton glances over. "Dont...Mmf...listen to the rat, he'll just lie as he always does..." he mutters to her. "so what about that...song eh?"
Orel blinks, "I.. you told me not to look missy! I.. I can if you want me too.. I'd be happy to!"
"Song in a moment, Brax', promise. Y're getting up there too, remember!" Lucy, then, looks back to the rat. "I said I didn't want t' know about what I've already lived. M' past. Future, 'm curious."
Braxton mutters. "Your choice, but nothin' he tells you will be true, you realize..."
Orel nods his head, taking a bag from his belt and rattling it back and forth before upending it. A variety of things spread across the table, runes, small twisted pieces of metal, semi-precious stones and a variety of teeth, claws and bone fragments. The rat lowers his muzzle and starts to stare at the table.
"Well, it'll be interestin' either way, eh, Brax'? Entertainment?" She's still smiling. And then she looks from the rat, then down, to look over the items he's put out. Intrigue again. Very interesting.
Braxton doesn't say anything, just thinking of a song to sing when it will be his turn.
Orel sways from side to side as he looks over his runes and other items. His eyes growing unfocussed as he grips the table. "Wanderlust holds you tight... the urge to roam and see and do and be. But home is always calling, those bells in the night. Wander westward, sailing true... to were the Rhulain Rules. Water, rapids, rocking boats, see the sea-dogs and their boats."
"Wanderlust. Check. Redwall. Check. Wait, westward? Sailin'?" Lucy shakes her head. "First two make sense. But it's Brax' o'er there who wants t' go sailing West, Orel. Y' sure you're reading me right?"
Orel flicks his long ears and peers at the runes, eyes watering, glazing over with that white film. "It is hard.... badger's.. shrouded in mist and darkness... so close.. so close to the wall of pictures... it is hard..." his claws are digging into the table, the muscles of his neck and shoulders standing up as he strains to see. "Southsward is death... do not venture southwards! Ahh... ahhh Badger... does your home need! The northlands you should see! Seek the Rhulain and see the north!" He slumps forwards then, head hitting the table, expression vacant and his jaw hanging open as he drools.
"Guess 'm not goin' South for the Winter next year, then..." She mutters. She peers at the rat as he... slumps? Um. "Brax'? Brax', I think I broke him..." She calls, a little worried. "Tell me this what usually happens when he does this sorta thing..?"
Braxton looks over. "Finally, someone broke him and it wasn't me" he smirks. "Ah. just leave him. He'll be fine"
Orel is still breathing and after a short while his eyes clear and he looks up at Lucy, "Core.. yer a beauty ye knooo tha?" he slurrs.
Lucy nods. "Fine. Good. I hope so." And then, he's awake and... drunk? Oh good. "Er. What? Orel. Stop there." To Braxton; "Now he's... drunk? Y' seem to know him well... This supposed to happen?"
Braxton eyes Orel. "Stop hitting on the females, no one could ever love you, so stop trying" he laughs before glancing to Lucy. "Meh...I think he's a waste of life so i have no idea what should happen or not"
Orel shakes his head, blinking his eyes and sits back, gathering up his stuff
from the table and putting it away. "Sorry... it.. .gets a bit intense sometimes Miss Lucy." he glares at Braxton. "A rat ken ope! ya know! Just because aye'm nae a giant badger, dinnae mena people don't like me! Ma Paramour Salem does!"
Lucy raises an eyebrow. "Paramour? Well... Good f' you, Orel... Thanky' for the reading." She then gets up, wandering back towards the stage. "Anyway. Song. And then, Brax'? You're singin'."
Braxton nods. "Aye...that was the deal" he laughs.
Orel gets a fresh drink to wash away the horrible taste of something from his throat and settles back tow atch.
A moment is taken to clear her throat and recall the words before Lucy starts the ballad, concentrating. ""O where ha you been, Lord Randal, my son? And where ha you been, my handsome young man?" A lower tone of voice now ""I ha been at the greenwood; mother, mak my bed soon, For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down."
Braxton's ears perk up as the singing starts. He glances up to the stage and smiles at her voice. Ah, that voice seems to put him into a much better mood.
Orel taps his claws happily on the table top as he listens to the song.
Lucy (Room)----------
"An wha met ye there, Lord Randal, my son?
And wha met ye there, my handsome young man?"
"O I met wi my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down."
"And what did she give you, Lord Randal, My son?
And wha did she give you, my handsome young man?"
"Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi huntin, and fein wad lie down."
"And what gat your leavins, Lord Randal my son?
And wha gat your leavins, my handsome young man?"
"My hawks and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi huntin, and fein wad lie down."
"And what becam of them, Lord Randal, my son?
And what becam of them, my handsome young man?
"They stretched their legs out and died; mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down."
"O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!
I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man!"
"O yes, I am poisoned; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, and fain wad lie down."
"What d'ye leave to your mother, Lord Randal, my son?
What d'ye leave to your mother, my handsome young man?"
"Four and twenty milk kye; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down."
"What d'ye leave to your sister, Lord Randal, my son?
What d'ye leave to your sister, my handsome young man?"
"My gold and my silver; mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, an I fain wad lie down."
"What d'ye leave to your brother, Lord Randal, my son?
What d'ye leave to your brother, my handsome young man?"
"My houses and my lands; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down."
"What d'ye leave to your true-love, Lord Randal, my son?
What d'ye leave to your true-love, my handsome young man?"
"I leave her hell and fire; mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down."
.end
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The song is long, though sung well. And the badgermaid grins as she finishes. "Your turn." Is directed at Braxton, as she starts to leave the stage for the bar once again.
Braxton claps along with most of the rest of the tavern. "ah...was nice...Well then. I will sing...in five minutes when I find something to sing" he smirks.
Orel woos! Clapping his paws on the table. "Wooo missy tha be great! HA haarr"
What do you want to whisper?
Passing of coin, delivery of what she's had before and she nods to Braxton. "Y' not getting out of it, mind." Lucy grins, and then offers a good natured smile to Orel. "Thankyou, Orel. 's very kind."
Braxton laughs and hehs. "No no, I dont plan to"
Orel grins and claps his paws together, "Coom on Master Braxton! Sing fer oos! May'aps aye'll sing next!"
Lucy nods and moves to nudge the other badger. "Please. It is y' turn Brax'. Don't take too long choosin' your song."
Braxton smirks a bit and nods. "Alright, alright...i've got a song..." he nods and stands up before taking a place up on the stage. "heh...I never thought I'd do this"
Orel sits up, the sea-rat looking rather alert for a changem he wants to hear what the badger's song sounds like.
The badgermaid grins, swivelling to watch him, quite intrigued herself. "Never? Well. Glad y' were wrong about that. 'm sure y'll do fine, Brax'!" Her paw lifts her drink a little, for a mini-toast of encouragement.
Braxton hehs a bit and clears his throat to make sure he can do the roughness of the song and the smoothness. He starts the song after a few moments. "Where do I take, this Pain of mine...I run but it stays, right by my side...." He's getting ready to the verse.
Orel tilts his head and listens, ears twitching as he drums his fingers idly to the tune."
Lucy is happy to stay quiet, at the bar, and enjoy the song.
"So Tear me open, pour me out, theres things inside that Scream and shout....but the pain still hates me...so hold me...until it sleeps..." the song continues.
Orel tilts her head, going quiet as he listens to the strange song.
Lucy has to have a quick glance to Orel here. The words of the song sound like things she's already heard him say tonight.
Braxton sings a lot of the song and now he goes to finish off the final Verse. "So tear me open, but beware Theres things inside without a care And the dirt still stains me So wash me, 'till I'm clean... I'll tear me open, make you gone...No longer will you hurt anyone And the fear still shapes me So hold me, until it sleeps...Until it sleeps..." then the song dies off quietly...before the badger is finished. He bows and smiles before stepping off the stage. "There...happy?"
Orel blinks and sways back, sipping his ale and watches the badger, he nods tersely but remains in his chair.
Lucy offers a grin. "Uh. It was good Brax'... A very interesting song... Well done. Glad y' went up now? 'S not so bad to sing after all, hmm?"
Braxton hms and laughs. "Ah...maybe...I could have picked a better song though..."
Orel tilts his head, "It was... interesting Braxton... if this rat be allowed to say."
Braxton Smirks a bit and bows to Orel. "Heh...Thank you...I guess"
"Aye. It was interestin'. And you're a good singer." She drains her drink then and stands. "I think I'll be off t' rest now. So. Nice t' meet y' Brax', Orel. See you both around though, hmm?"
Braxton hrms and nods. "Have a good evening Lucy...and was nice to meet you too...Hope to see you again soon" he smiles.
Orel nods his head, "Tajke care Miss Lucy... see ya aboot."
Braxton hrms. "She's nice...."
Orel nods his head, "Maybe she will replace the one who does not return your affections..."
Braxton Hrms a bit and glances over. "maybe...I dont know though...I really like astrid....I like lucy...but...I dont know if its the same way..."
Orel folds his ears back, "As you say boss.... i cannot live your life for you sir... travel west. It will do you good. Seek the Rhulain."
Braxton Watches the place where lucy went. "West...I...dont know..." he sighs, sitting down.
Orel leans back in his chair, "There.. is alot out there at sea.. to be seen."
Braxton shrugs and hms. "Why not just see it then, rat? hm?"
You say, "I have seen it... I saw alot of it n now I ave no ship.""
Braxton shrugs. "Mh...whatever..." he replies before sighing a bit.
Orel idly stares into his ale. "Sorry.. ah be a pain... it is hard to keep my head in control.."
Braxton glances over to him. "I can help you with that...I could take it off" smirk
Orel squeaks and drops his tankard, "No! NO! You are not killing me!"
Braxton laughs. "Relax...it was a joke" he smirks
Orel shivers, hunching over his drink. "Ken never tell wid ya badgers..."
Braxton hehs. "Yeah...only cause you have an Empty head"
Orel sniffs and wipes his nose, "Well can't elp tha, was born a rat."
Braxton laughs. "haha...good joke" he smirks.
Orel smirks back, "Tis true.. if ye was born a vermin... ye'd find it ard nae to do wot vermin do."
Braxton shrugs. "I want you to tell me something..."
Orel turns to look at Braxton, "wot?"
Braxton looks at him. "I want you to tell me if I'll ever find love..."
Orel turns to stare at Braxton, he shivers, eyes closing, only to open with that strange glazed look as he speaks. "Do not seek it... love will find you from an unexpected side."
Braxton hehs. "figured..." he laughs before standing and ordering a mug of...tea...
The door opens and the large form of a badger steps through, ducking through the door. He pulls the hood of his cloak back to reveal his face. He blinks against the light for a few moments as he takes stock of who all was in the tavern.
In a room page-pose, Braxton votes we throw away the pose order XD
Braxton glances up to Tali. "hey There...long time no see..." he smirks some.
Orel looks at the Badger and squeaks, more badgers! This is turning into the day of Badger's. He empties his tankard and stands up. "I... going home." he declares! Averting his eyes from the badger before he starts seeing horrible things, like how many vermin the badger has slaghtered and heads for the door.
Talisin looks over to Brax and starts to smile, until he sees the rat. With a low growl one of his axes appears in his paws as he sizes up his target, "Why is a rat here and not dead Braxton..." Good thing he didn't move far from the door, might have to chase a beast.
Braxton quickly stands. "stand down...he's not a threat, trust me on this one" he says quickly. "He's no threat, there fore no need to kill him...yet..." glare. "Let him go..."
Orel stares at the badger that just pulled an axe on him and screams, turning and fleeing to the far end of the room to cower against the bar, rocking back and forth, babbling incoherantly, something about darkness and death and clouds of smoke obscuring everything.
Talisin continues to glare death at the rat, but he doesn't back down. He growls out, "Not a threat until you find his blade in your back..." He takes a slow, stalking step towards the vermin.
Braxton quickly steps in front of Tali. "He doesn't know how to use a blade...Trust me...he's not smart enough...Leave him be" his own battle axe is slowly drawn. "Step down, or I will hurt you if I need..."
"Oy!" the bartender pipes up. "You know the rules!" And he taps a sign over the bar. "Any fights 'n' you're all /cut off/ for the night!"
Orel may not know how to use a blade, at least he's never admitted it to the pub goers, he might know jhow to use the morningstar hanging from his belt. But the rat is staring at the two badgers, his mind already frieghtend out of it's whits can't quite comprehend the idea of a badger standing up for him. He stares, eyes bugging out of his head, "Pictures... pictures marching on the walls... always.. more.. .always coming... badger after badger after badger, vermin falling.. vermin dying, death and blood and dying... dying..." with a final despairing scream the rat leaps over the bar and charges through the kitchens and the back door, racing through the streets of Halyard to huddle in his pitiful shack on the north end of town.
Talisin stands up strait and points past Braxton with his axe, his voice raising, "Are you kidding me? He's obviously a pirate." He doesn't take a threatening stance against Brax, but the drawing of the weapon didn't go unnoticed. He takes a quick step to give chase, but the bartender distracted him long enough for the rat to get away this time. He lowers his weapon to his side and looks from the other badger to the bartender, "Braxton. You'll stand up for a deranged rat?!" He puts his axe away when he looks at the bartender, "And I apologize. First time here and I didn't notice the sign."
Braxton raises up the axe for a moment before putting it away. "He couldn't hurt anyone if he tried. Don't Hurt beasts just because they're vermin...trust me...I hate vermin too, and that rat most of all but there's no need to be a murder" he says before frowning and motioning to a seat. "round is on me" he mutters
- End Log
