This is where y' c'n flippin' write stuff. It's kind o' like a bloomin' roleplay, but not quite. Basically y' express your blinkin' opinion like a creature o' Redwall, for bally example, if I were a flamin' wildcat, (which I'm not, so don't get any flippin' ideas) and someone said something I didn't like, I'd chop their head off.
Wildcat approaches, waving sword. "I would never chop an innocent creature's head off, rabbet." Proceeds to chop so-called rabbet's head off.
Y' get th' bloomin' picture.
Whoops! Put this on th' wrong flamin' board, wot wot!
Quote from: Jarky Thistlebrush on August 13, 2019, 09:05:59 AM
Whoops! Put this on th' wrong flamin' board, wot wot!
PM either
@DanielofRedwall or
@Captain Tammo and they should be able to get it moved for you
@Tungro I moved the topic to Forum Games. I didn't think it'd quite fit in the RP board. That said...
A wild Tammo approaches and places his hands on his hips "Well I think you
are a flamin' wildcat! An' you can't chop my head off because that's rude!"
... I get that right?
Yep, perfect.
The wildcat sticks his tongue out. "Well, I'm the rudest of the rude, SO THERE!" the wildcat proceeds to throw a tantrum, which ends with him throwing his sword across the clearing where it is embedded in an old, thick-barked oak tree."Whoops!"the wildcat grins. "Better run!" the wildcat turns his back on the hare and races towards the relative safety of the woodlands.
*pops out from behind a tree and stabs the other wildcat in the face*
The wildcat runs around a tree, yowling. The severed hare head rolls across the clearing to rejoin with its body. "Oh, hello chaps, wot wot!"
An otter appears from the side of a riverbank and, seeing the bouncing head, jumps back in the water.
*The hare stumbles lopsidedly towards the riverbank* Err... Food... eh... wot wot...
*A ferret drags himself out of his burrow, yawning and scratching himself*
The hare, fully recovered now, walks towards the burrow. "I say old thing, have y' seen any confounded wildcats in th' area?"
The ferret narrowed his eyes. Who was this hare and why were they talking to him? "No..."
The squirrel jumped down and stabbed the hare in the head
"Oi thar, ol' chap. This evil lookin' 'are cusin ye truble, matey?"
The ferret shrugged. "Mather always said a stranger be a danger."
The hare toppled over forwards, landing face-down in the mud.
"But mather also did never say te stab somebeas' in the 'ead..."
Lifts up immobile body of the hare
"Methinks 'e's still a'ive, if'n it bothers ye so. D'ye want me teh revive 'im, matey?"
OOC: Man, I need to write a squirrel with this accent. It would be hilarious.
"If it don' mean kissin' it on the lips then I don' think mather would protest."
Poking his head out from behind a tree, an otter said, "Er...What's wrong with th' bunny-rabbit?"
Quote from: Sebias of Redwall on August 21, 2019, 08:25:35 PM
Poking his head out from behind a tree, an otter said, "Er...What's wrong with th' bunny-rabbit?"
Grins wickedly. "Oh, 'e's dead. OI thinks oi kiwwed 'im. But if'n ye wants, riverdog, oi ken revive 'im."
"We could always kill 'er again iffen she causes any problems."
The hare stirs, cut on her head closing. "Sorry, ole' thing. I'm not flippin' dead!" The hare glances around herself. "None of y' are bloomin' wildcats, I see. D'you by any flamin' chance know where I might find one?"
"Me mather always said wil'cats would make ye join their hordes. So I stays away from 'em."
"Oi knows a wil'cat! Wan' me teh bring 'em 'ere? Ya? Awroight then!"
@One-Eye the wildcat
The hare's snout twitches slightly.
"Is 'e a good bally friend of yours, ole' thing?"
"'E, 'e ken be. Bu' don' anger 'im, o' no. Dat's a very bad idea."
Aye, mate!
"Aye! Dis 'ere squirrel was lookin' fer ye. D'ye know 'im?"
"I'm a bloomin' SQUIRRELHARE, ole' thing! Now for this 'ere wildcat, wot wot." The hare rolls up her imaginary sleeves and strides forward.
While all this had been occurring the ferret had been reading a very epic and fun story about a wombat that was also quite sad. He wasn't crying, he insisted you were. But the ending was as bittersweet as endings came.
*draws scimitar and karambit knife, doing a ready pose with the former, while expertly twirling the latter.*
If you want to die, then I suppose I could fight you.
Quote from: The Grey Coincidence on August 23, 2019, 01:19:34 PM
While all this had been occurring the ferret had been reading a very epic and fun story about a wombat that was also quite sad. He wasn't crying, he insisted you were. But the ending was as bittersweet as endings came.
Sits beside the ferret. "Can I read that book? Looks neat, though a little long."
The ferret passed the book over. "It's called Digger and is written by Ursula Vernon, a mongoose reccomended it to me."
The hare draws her sword. She pulls a bazooka out from behind a nearby tree, and stands ready.
*silently slices jarkys throat*
sayonara
The wound heals with astonishing speed, and with a zing of steel, the hare wrenches a katana out of the bazooka.
Ah,but if you could somehow lift said bazooka, firing it would break every bone in your body. There is a reason I only use firearms in my fics.
But I didn't, ole' chap. I unsheathed a katana out of it, donchaknow.
Quote from: The Grey Coincidence on August 23, 2019, 10:46:03 PM
The ferret passed the book over. "It's called Digger and is written by Ursula Vernon, a mongoose reccomended it to me."
The otter nods wisely. "Ah, Ursurral Vurn. I've heard of him. He's a great writer!"
"Better than ye." The ferret muttered. "An' they're more of an artist really. It's a graphic novel don'tcha know."
"Er...of course." The otter scratched his head. What in fur is a graphic novel?
"D'ye think we should 'elp loony fight that hare-thing-what-looks-like a rabbit?"
The said hare turns on Grey and Sebias, holding the katana. "Would you care t' flippin' repeat that?"
"Repeat what?" The ferret turned to the audience of this great, tragic play and spoke to them as an aside. Shakespeare would have been proud of the cinematography. "Mine own whispers seemed to have dug themselves from the ground and into the long twisted ears of Bugs Bunny's cousin, like rabbits out for carrots she stares at me now, with a blade that so resembles the famous Shargarepa that I know at once her to be a bunny, yet saying so to my honest companion seems to have wrought upon her a rage and desire to kill known only to the badgers in bloodwrath me mather warned me about when I was a wee little ferret. The lightning has struck and the curtains have called! Tis now I must take action and find my course amongst the wattery stars. To strike down this offended rabbit, or to play coy and let my friend do the same..."
A mole's head appeared between the hare and the ferret. She heaved herself out of the hole and turned to the angry creatures. "Hurr, hurr! It be noight noice to be foighting loik that. You'm beasters shud be knoiwing beterer. Now, put 'ee sharping thingers away an' cum share moi deeper'n'ever poi whoile et be hot."
PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
"Oi taking it you'm be aprooving of moi porpoisal then? It be red'n'hot naow but you'm be needing to washer you'm paws. They'm be disgus'ful!"
Quote from: Jarky Thistlebrush on September 27, 2019, 08:05:02 AM
PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
The mole crossed her paws and waited for the hare to wash for dinner. "Hurr, you'm be needing to wash'm your noser too. It be gurtly dirty. Wash'm behoind your earers whoile you being at it."
The mole uncrossed her paws and swatted the hare over the ears. "Hurr, hurr. You'm noit listuner moi. Oi be goiing with moi poi." The mole said, disappearing down her hole.
The mole is gone.
*Follows the mole down their tunnel*
*Follows Grey down the tunnel*
The mole turned back to glare at her visitors. "Oi saying to washer you'm paws! Go doing it now!!!"