The Land of Great Mosfleur!

[NightThornFox]

OOC That's alright, short posts are bound to happen when we're trying to make our characters interact directly.

BIC

Shade sat quietly in his seat, deep in thought as the mother stormed off, and he had little response when she handed him the pack of ice. He grunted his thankfulness, a distant stare on his face as his nose pointed towards the floor. Then Pavit spoke to him. For a moment he did not respond, only thought. That was the first time he had listened so intently to the mouse girl's voice. The sweet tune of her innocent voice rang pleasantly in his ears as he softly closed his eyes for just a moment before looking up at her, his visage seeming to look past her, rather than directly at her, so as to try and keep himself calm.

"Pliss, tink nutin' o' 't marm" Suddenly he got a little wide eyed and placed a paw over his mouth. He hadn't intended to, but he had just spoken to the young mouse in a very casual accent. The thing with grey foxes such as him, those that had descended from Night Thorn fox, their accents were far more rustic and flirtatious than the traditional fox, and some found their usual speech almost as difficult to understand as mole-speech. Within the last few decades, Mosfluer Grey Fox had began to tune their form of speech, talking in an accent more like that of other creatures, so that they would fit in better with society. The traditional accent that Shade had just used, however, Grey Fox still use, but only with other Grey Fox, and very close friends.

Shade was not sure if Pavit new this about Grey Fox, however. Typically only adults and very, very racially-sensitive youth knew about Grey Fox accent. His paw still over his mouth, he looked back down at the floor, a bright blush under his fur, as speaking to a Non-Grey Fox in this accent is traditionally an exceptionally-large compliment, but to speak to a creature a Grey Fox had met just moments ago in this way, that was quite frowned upon by most creatures, the only Grey Foxes known to do that being the ones that went to inter-species bars in the darkest areas of the slums where they tried to pick up mates.

He hoped Pavit was not aware of this, and more so that her mother in the other room had not heard him speak in that way. Any average creature would have Shade kicked to the curb for what he just did. He looked up from the corner of his eyes, trying to read Pavit's face, predicting only 3 possible reactions to what he had just done. The first and most likely being that she would be completely oblivious to it, the second and also likely being that she would be appalled and disgusted, or in the most unlikely of circumstances she might be flattered. All things considered, he hoped it wasn't the second scenario.

OOC I think I'm on a role with these details about culture I'm adding.

[Faiyloe]

Pavit's eyes grew wide with delight. It was as if he had taken the words right out of a history book or one of the "Knight of the Rose" books (a historical fiction book about how the NightThorns fist came to the abbey of Redwall). As far as the history books went there where few that mentioned the ascent but Pavit was the kind who loved history and ate it up like a hungry hare. She never knew that the accent was still used though and to hear it spoken, it was almost better than getting to see the sword of martin. This day was turning out to be a very good one though it was probably a good thing that her mother had not heard.

"Did you just... I didn't know that it was still used," She said. Just then her mother returned with some bandages and a Tupperware.

"Hold still now while I bandage this up, This is going to hurt a little," She said putting the things on the coffee table starting her work. When she had finished She stood and with a gesture offered to help him up I'll drive you home, you should fit in the van," Then taking the Tupperware and handing it to him she continued "Dinner, since your folks are out of town. It's just some pasta cheese and sauce, and a piece of garlic bread,"    

[NightThornFox]

Shade was left rather speechless from the young mouse maid's response, not quite sure how to respond in return, but before he even had the opportunity her mother had returned to the room and proceeded to apply a bandage to his sprain, as well as provide him with some food. This was all around an odd experience for Shade, he was not so familiar to such hospitality from Non-Grey Fox creatures.

"Th-thank ya marm." Was Shade's only response, now clearly back to the modern accent. After a few more minutes of getting some things around, the mother was ready to take him home, and so carefully he got up, refusing to accept any help walking, and made his way to the mouse mother's vehicle. He looked out the window as the drove out, and saw Pavit looking at him as they left. Shade blushed and looked down at the seat, stooped over quite far in the rather small mousey vehicle.

By the time they had found his family's pawn shop it was almost completely dark, only the farthest edges of the sky still alight with the reds and oranges of the setting sun. Leaving the transport, Shade said his thanks and goodbyes and went into the shop, straight into the back room and plopped down on his bed. He threw his paws over his face and groaned at himself, frustrated by his own foolishness.

"Ahhh! Shade y' dunner bra'n!" He spoke irritably to himself in his native accent "Wo' y' go do'n th't fo'...Nah th' li' mouse g'l 's sure t' tink yer a verm'n", Shade moped to himself, oblivious to the fact that she had seemed more excited about his slip up from earlier than anything. He laid there for some time, staring at the ceiling in his disheartened state, when suddenly he heard that distinct email jingle come from his computer.

Sitting up slowly, his movements slow and sluggish from sorrow, he slumped over to the monitor and sat in the seat. Opening the email he began to read, the features of his face slowly turning around as he read, becoming more and more jovial as he did.

"W-wu? I' t' mouse g'l!" He recognized the email address form earlier that day, it was the same one that had been used by the mouse maiden's two young siblings, however this time it was clear that it was Pavit herself sending this, and whatever it said, it put Shade in a right good mood.

[Faiyloe]

Once Shade had left Pavit went back inside and locked the door behind her. She climbed back up to her bedroom and put here laptop bag on her bed. Taking it out and plunging it in. She flipped up the top and the password screen starred back at her. She looked right threw it no even seeing it. he mind was else where. Today had really been an odd day. Yet it was a good day just the same. She could hear her sisters talking in whispers from across the hall. Hoping that if there mother didn't hear them then she wouldn't split them up (They where supposed to be in trouble). Pavit ignored them. She even ignored her dads car coming home and the door slamming. 5 minutes later her dad poked his head threw the door. "Where's your mom?" He asked.

"She had to go out, dinner will be a little late, oh and Max and Magpie where sent to their room." Pavit said without taking her eyes off the screen. Her dad left with out much asking anymore questions and Pavit finally put in her password. Her desktop opened up and she started a new document. She began to make notes organizing her thoughts for her article but Her mind kept wandering. It was then that she remembered the Thumb Drive that Samson had given her. She plugged it in and opened the file. It was a file of pictures. Taken in sight of the place and day the sword was found. Her face lighted up. This was perfect.

The pictures reminded her of what Shade had said when he woke up. "Martin," He had passed out and the first thing he had said when he woke up was Martin. Sounded just like The creatures in the stories when they had a vision from the legendary mouse. This got her to thinking. What had he been doing at the museum and why was he here. Why had he passed out and so many more questions. It was not that she really believed in Martins spirit or that he could come to people in dream but... what if she was wrong... she had been before. Was he Martinist? She had to get some answers.

Just then she had an idea. She got up and went down stairs into the basement where the old laptop sat on a desk in the unfinished room among boxes and pieces of old furniture and on the other side of the room her dads tool desk sat with all of his unused drills and hammers and screws and bolts. She sat down at the computer and turned it on. She opened up the browser and went to the history. A smile crossed her face when she spotted a sight name that looked like it didn't belong. Opening it up reviled that she had been right. It was the same sight her sisters had used to order from. It did not take her long to find the contact information. This is the Email that she sent him.

Hello Shade,

I realize that perhaps our meeting was an accident but then again perhaps it was fate, if you believe that sort of thing. Any how it was not normal to say the least. I have a lot of thing that I would like to talk to you about. Would you like to meet in the park tomorrow at 3:30 after school?

~Pavit DeColvat

p.s Please send your reply to this Email address historymouse32@emailme.com  

She sent the Email then deleted it from the sent items and the trash bin. She cleared the browser history of all that she had just done removing all evidence that she had ever been there.

[NightThornFox]

The following day Shade was up good and early, not that he had much choice, it was a Monday and he and his family always opened the shop earlier on weekdays. Although, he seemed in a much cheerier mood than he usually was when he just got up. With a bit of a spring, he bounded out of bed and sprinted off to the bathroom. He was extra attentive to how he washed and groomed himself today, which was odd for him, as his attempts at personal hygiene always seemed half-baked, to say the least. He was excited, as not only would he be getting a chance to have a private conversation face-to-face with the cute mouse girl he had met the other day, but she was the one to ask him to meet her!

He got himself all cleaned and gussied up and promptly went about taking stock in the store once again, making sure to adjust their accounting ledgers appropriately for the merchandise he left on the mouse family's porch the other day, and hopefully in such a way that his folks wouldn't notice the adjusted after they had returned home. Once stock had been taken, he bided his time until 3p.m. rolled around, and then put up a break sign on the front door before heading off to the park Pavit had requested he met her at.

Thankfully the area of the inner city within which Pavit lived was closer to the outer edge where the slums he lived in were, so the walk over there was not a particularly long one. Arriving at the park a few minutes ahead of time he found a bench to lean back on and thought to himself about how he would greet her once she had arrived. Seeing as she seemed rather impressed by his native accent when he spoke to her in it the other day, he thought he might greet her with that, and maybe use it a bit more generally if she seemed interested enough in it. He tried to practice a line to himself.

" 'llo t' yuu, mus'y geeell, y' l'k l'vuuuliii t'dyea" He spoke aloud to himself in his most alluring voice. Unfortunately he just so happened to say it as a mouse mother was passing by with her dibbun daughter, who immediately shielded her child's ears, glaring spitefully at Shade before storming off in a huff. Shade blushed and lowered his nose to the ground in response.

[Faiyloe]

The first thing Pavit thought when she woke up that morning was. 'Martian,' she had had a dream. The kind of dream you have when you have been thinking about something nonstop for hours, so much so that it starts to leek into your dreams. It had been an epic adventure where she and Martian and some one who looked like a younger Samson but wasn't had been exploring the sea to find the lost island. They where on an old fashioned boat but for some reason there was a wall telephone in the kitchen, or galley whatever its called, which kept ringing and something a bought a leek and...  the details where all quickly slipping away. She had told Max about it over brake fast but she made it very clear that she couldn't careless.

Pavit had gone threw the rest of the day with an unusual (for her) absent mindedness. She didn't even bother to raise her paw in since. She mulled threw the rest of the day in a haze. Finally 3:00 rolled around and school was let out. She left the building and, throwing her books in the front basket took her bike to find her answers.

Pavit entered the park and rode her bike down and adjacent path and parked it by a tree. She walked over to where shade stood "Hi thanks for coming, how is your footpaw?" She asked.

[NightThornFox]

Shade was left in a bit of a fluster when Pavit appeared before him so suddenly, having been distracted when she showed up. He looked down at his foot paw, a light blush burning under his fur when the mouse girl showed concern for him.

"Is...er, fine. Is fine." Shade replied, his gaze averted from the young mouse. So many thoughts of what he would say and how he would say them had rushed through his mind before she had shown up, but now that she was right in front of him, his mind was blank. He could only respond with the first thing that came to mind.

"So...uhm, what ch'd want?" He asked, his accent still a bit rough, but he clearly was not using the native accent he had let slip by mistake the day before.

[Faiyloe]

((OOC: Sorry for meh post. One of the reasons I put this off was because I was having trouble thinking up content.))

"Well I'm a reporter for my school news paper and I saw you at the unavailing yesterday. Then when you came to in my house you said the name Martian. I was wondering if you could give me your stance on the whole situation,"  She said taking out her note pad and pencil.