Quest for the Name of Martin
Installment #2: Moving Along in Unexpected Ways
Narrator:Amber morning sunlight shone down through holes in the canopy, upon the path of the questors. This was their third day away from Redwall and, disturbingly, they were running low on food.
Akilya Wisebrook:Akilya is sitting in the hollow of a tree, watching the others over the top of a book, just waiting for someone to attack her about the books.
Tarran:"What's for lunch?" Tarran prods Akilya.
Akilya Wisebrook:She glares at the mouse. "Go away."
Weston:Weston tightens his belt another notch and continues marching. "I cannot believe I was so foolish as to allow that... that Juvenile to bring her books rather than more food," he mutters to no one in particular.
Tarran:"We haven't eaten the supplies in your pack yet..." Tarran makes a grab for the otter's pack.
Weston:Weston glares at the mouse. "She has no supplies, unless you fancy eating paper. Keep marching."
Feverfew:Feverfew looks in her pack, seeing only the bottom. "It's not right to keep a growing young beast from lunch!"
Kenlock:Kenlocks trails along behind the back of the group. After looking over his shoulder uneasily, he picks up his pace a little.
Cirofleta:Ciro walks along, ignoring the argument and trying to forget the dull ache in her empty stomach.
Tarran:"Look at this." says Tarran, pulling out an oatcake. "This is not paper, even though it tastes like it."
Akilya Wisebrook:She harrumphs at Weston's words and tosses paper-wrapped packet at his head. "Here, have some paper to eat." Then she snatches the oatcake back from Tarran. "And stay out of my bag!"
Weston:Weston grabs the packet from the air and unwraps it. "Fruitcake? Miss, you were holding out on us somewhat, were you not?"
Tarran:"What do I get for lunch then, eh?" Tarran attempts to snatch fruitcake from Weston.
Weston:Weston is having none of this and promptly stiff-arms the mouse. "As I recall, 'twas not you who shared with the girl when we thought she had nothing."
Kenlock:"So slow, always grumbling, complaining... 'Woooo! I'm 'ungry!' They say.." Kenlock grumbles as he continues his constant walk.
Akilya Wisebrook:"I was holding out on nobeast," she mutters. "You said we were all eating out of our own packs. I've just been eating less than the rest of you bottomless stomachs."
Feverfew:"I can see the bottom of mine right now!"
Tarran:"That's no reason to deny a poor mouse his lunch." Tarran grumbles, as he attempts to rummage through Akilya's pack again.
Akilya Wisebrook:The ottermaid yells and thwacks Tarran with a heavy book. "Paws to yourself, greedyguts!"
Kenlock:The otter walks to the group of complaining goodbeasts. "What's the problem?"
Kenlock:"Low on food already?!" He smirks and watches the arguing creatures.
Kenlock:"You abbey beasts are spoiled. Your stomach is only adjusting to the change of rations."
Feverfew:"We haven't changed rations, sir; I think that's the problem."
Tarran:"Ow!" Tarran rubs the tender part of his anatomy which had recently taken to book learning. "I gotta eat. If'n I don't eat I'll starve."
Akilya Wisebrook:She nods emphatically. "This stupid mouse is eating everything in sight and now he's trying to steal my supplies!"
Cirofleta:Ciro is quite irritated, and points out in a calm, polite and well-spoken voice,
Cirofleta:"I am just as hungry as all of you, but am I complaining? Honestly, you're like dibbuns!"
Feverfew:Feverfew sniffs sullenly at the last comment.
Tarran:"Am not." Tarran makes another grab for Weston's fruitcake.
Feverfew:"Where are we going again? Any stops along the way to, you know, replenish supplies?"
Weston:Weston takes two steps to the left and fades into the forest, off looking for food.
Akilya Wisebrook:She closes her bag up tighter with a glare at Tarran and reshoulders it.
Akilya Wisebrook:Akilya returns to her book with a disdainful sniff aimed in the general direction of the otherbeasts in the area.
Feverfew:Feverfew shoulders her pack and looks around. She notices Weston gone and skitters along towards the bushes he dissapeared through without noticing the newbeast.
Narrator:From the bushes, a pie flies out of the bushes to the group's left, and hits Tarran in the face.
Weston:Weston looks down and back. "Stay with the others, Miss Feverfew. I shall be back as quickly as I- was that a pie?"
Feverfew:"It was indeed, Mister Weston."
Tarran:Tarran is very much pleased at this turn of events.
Tarran:"Mmm, damsons." says Tarran.
Cirofleta:Ciro draws her dirk, feeling quite silly after drawing a weapon on a pie-thrower.
Narrator:Another pie flies from the same spot, managing to hit Ciro's face.
Feverfew:Feverfew looks back through the bushes and sees the group being fairly berated with pastry.
Cirofleta:Ciro stumbles back, wiping pie from her painted face carefully.
Kenlock:Kenlocks stares at where the pie came from.
Cirofleta:"Who did that?" she demands, angry at the sudden danger of her losing her facepaint.
Kenlock:"Come out now, beast. Or I shall skewer you through with my spear!"
Weston:Weston lifts himself higher into the trees. "Stay there. I shall investigate this." The squirrel takes off towards the source of the fruit-filled pastry.
Akilya Wisebrook:She glances up from her book and blinks at the sight of pie-faced creatures. "What in the...?"
Narrator:Out of the same spot, a small pastry flies to hit Kenlock's nose.
Narrator:When Weston lands next to him, the mouse jumps, and three cupcakes perch upon the warrior's head
Akilya Wisebrook:Akilya decides to keep herself safe and shoves her pack in front of her own face to shield from any flying pie.
Narrator:There is the sound of a barely controled giggle.
Tarran:Tarran looks up from his sticky paws just long enough to shout. "Yeah, stop wasting perfectly good pies on creatures who don't appreciate them."
Kenlock:"I warned you!" Kenlock pulls the spear back, and is about to let it fly.
Feverfew:Feverfew sits in a huff. "Go back. No, stay here. Don't touch the pies. Make up your mind a'ready," she mutters to herself.
Weston:Weston drops out of the trees on what he thinks is the source of the pie.
Narrator:A small, and portly, mouse squeaks in dismay as Weston descends on him
Cirofleta:Ciro darts up into a tree for a few moments before returning with a newly-painted face. She hears the squeak and looks around for the source.
Kenlock:Kenlock brings the spear back down to his side. "What the..? Come out!"
Tarran:"Yes." shouts Tarran "I've almost finished this pie."
Feverfew:Finally annoyed and curious enough to ignore orders, the young hedgehog pokes her head back through the bushes, watching the others on the path.
Kenlock:Kenlock promptly grabs the pastry from his nose and throws it to the ground. He then starts kicking it and squishing it beneath his boot.
Kenlock:The otter curses insanely while 'killing' the pastry.
Feverfew:"You really shouldn't eat things if you don't know where they came from," suggests Feverfew in her small voice.
Tarran:"I know perfectly well where this came from." says Tarran. "An oven."
Akilya Wisebrook:She snickers at Kenlock's actions. "You have vanquished the oh-so-dangerous pie, Kenlock... I think it's dead now."
Kenlock:Kenlock charges into the bushes where Weston is talking to the mouse.
Weston:Weston carefully holds his breath long enough to be sure he won't try to skin the mouse alive. "What," he asks in a voice that makes a serial killer sound cheerful, "do you think, exactly, you are DOING?!!"
Narrator:"hehe. Hehehehe." the mouse giggles and shyly retreats. "hehehe. Been givin' you food. Want food? You know you do. Have a doughnut. It's got jelly."
Kenlock:"You little scum!!!" The otter grabs the mouse by the throat and pulls him off the ground. "Now, how would you like me to torture you?!" He snarls angrilly.
Weston:Weston smiles a smile that shows every single one of his remarkably white teeth. "Drop him, otter."
Narrator:Gingerly, the mouse jumps up, and pops a jelly doughnut into the Otter's open mouth.
Feverfew:Feverfew cannot resist a chuckle and steps back onto the path with the others.
Akilya Wisebrook:She sighs, puts her book away, and trundles out to see what precisely is happening.
Kenlock:Kenlock hesitates before throwing the mouse at Weston.
Weston:...Who deftly sidesteps.
Narrator:As the mouse hits the ground, pastries and treats of all sorts fly from his tunic pockets.
Kenlock:"You should be more careful. Or you just, might, end, up, dead!"
Tarran:Tarran jumps up and stands defensively beside the mouse, sword drawn. "Leave 'im alone."
Narrator:"Oh..hehehe. That, that do be it. hehe. Teatime, anyone?"
Akilya Wisebrook:Akilya blinks at the sight of all the amusing chaos around the mouse. "Well, well, well..."
Feverfew:"That was mean, Mister Kenlock."
Tarran:With his other tree paws, Tarran greedily searches around for pastries etc.
Kenlock:With a last disgusted look at the abbey beasts, the otter turns around and takes a few steps away--trying to control his rage.
Akilya Wisebrook:She eyes Kenlock with a raised eyebrow. "And what is your problem, mister grumpy?"
Kenlock:Kenlock grips his spear tightly, pulls it back, and shoots it through the air, where it comes to hit the center of a tree a good distance away.
Kenlock:Kenlock stomps off to retrieve his spear.
Weston:Weston leans back against a tree and says nothing at all, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his fists clenched.
Narrator:"You look, hehe...like pastries. Beyond the point, however you look as if you are in need of something, and as I am in need of something someones like you can do for me, I'm willing to exchange somethings." The mouse says, as if offering a business proposal.
Feverfew:After pondering for awhile, Feverfew picks up a pastry and sniffs it questioningly. "What are you doing out here?"
Tarran:"Does it matter?" asks Tarran through a cream stuffed mouth.
Narrator:The mouse sighs. "Did you hear a word I just said?"
Weston:Weston opens one eye and looks at Tarran. "You, knave, have the manners of a water-rat."
Feverfew:"Just chucking cakes at random passers-by? It does sound fun, doesn't it."
Akilya Wisebrook:Akilya stops a little ways behind Kenlock, watching him critically. "Something wrong, grumpybeast?"
Tarran:"At least I didn't jump on an agent of mercy sent to minister to the needy." Tarran gazes affectionately at the other mouse.
Kenlock:Kill them... Kill the sorry little beasts... It will do you no harm. Kenlock tightens his fists over and over and continues walking to his spear.
Kenlock:He comes to the tree with the spear stuck in it, and pulls it out with a quick jerk.
Kenlock:They are only slowing you down... Kill them all now and satisfy your craving for blood! Kenlocks holds his spear tightly.
Kenlock:The otter stares into space, taking no notice of the fellow otter's voice coming from behind him.
Kenlock:Kenlock turns and stares at the others, with an evil grin on his face.
Narrator:To Be Continued...