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[Nagini]

"I'm fine, thank you," Rori said when Fox offered to help her over the tree. She wasn't trying to sound rude and instead attempted to keep a polite and amiable tone when she said it, but she did know that it was poor manners of a sort to do what she'd done.

That sort of manners seemed better suited to peaceful abbey-dwellers and other such creatures though, not her. She was a warrior and she was a squirrel at that. Who would she be if she couldn't get over a fallen tree?

"Aye, he's from the south. Does everyone in Mossflower have odd names, Rori?"

Rori gave a quick, quiet laugh. "Fair enough," she replied as she began to climb over the log. "There are a number of beasts with odd names though. Lead otters are called Skipper for one--"

Before she could finish, she caught sight of the squirrel rushing towards them and her paw instinctively went to the hilt of her sabre. He was moving much too quickly though and was gone before she'd decided whether or not to draw it. The most she'd managed to do was leap back to get out of his way.

Crazy mole? Rori thought, watching him go. While she started thinking that, if there was a mad mole running about, it would be better to use a ranged weapon if she actually had to stop him, Rori realized that she still had a tight grip on her sword-hilt.

It took her a moment to actually let go of it, and while she did so, she looked in the direction the squirrel had come from and asked Fox, "Was that your friend?"

[Lucasaurusrex]

In the middle of his elongated speach, Rubbler realised he was talking to an empty space. He looked about, mumbling to himself, "Hmph. How rude. Oi'm gurtly dissapointed in yonder squirrel. He had no roight to just go off and leave me like that." Rubbler followed some tracks out towards some voices. He heard a vermin and some decent beast, both with horrible grammar. He frowned dissaprovingly, saying to the strangers, "You should naught be using such slang, good beasts," he then said a longly drawn out, "pleasse," and continued "stop usong such language."

[Shor]

((SKIPPER IS A PERFECTLY NORMAL NAME! ))

Fox glanced behind himself at the blur that was his friend, then back at Rori. He shrugged. "Aye, that, uh, that's Crew. . ." He had hardly begun to register Crew's shouted words in his head when a black, velvety head poked into view.

"You should naught be using such slang, good beasts," he then said a longly drawn out, "pleasse," and continued "stop usong such language."

Fox shook his head, utterly confused. "What? Who are-- What do y-- slang-- what?"

[Lucasaurusrex]

Rogo sighed dissapointment. He repeated himself blandly, "I do hate to repeat myself, but if you may be so kind, stop using such fiendish slang." Rogo saw a squirrel nearby the fox. His anger at the other squirrel for hiding his food in the river came back, and his eyes began to turn red, then they stopped and turned back to their normal pail blue. This then reminded him of his hunger, so he asked, "Do you fine creatures happen to have and victuals? I am quite starving myself, and in need of food. I do believe I had a squirrel friend here who was also in need of food. Now, where did yonder squirrel go?" He then remembered the horrid squirrel who sent him into the stream in which he bumped his head... His eyes started to turn red again, then back to blue, then they rolled back into his head. He fell down saying, "Proper grammar is a victual for pears..."

[Nagini]

Rori regretted taking her paw off her sword once the mole began to act strangely. She put it back and while she didn't draw the sabre or hold it quite as tightly, she didn't plan to release its hilt unless she actually saw that this mole wasn't a threat. She didn't bother replying to his request for them to stop using whatever grammar it was that upset him, and instead, Rori focused on how erratically he behaved.

"Do you fine creatures happen to have and victuals? I am quite starving myself, and in need of food. I do believe I had a squirrel friend here who was also in need of food. Now, where did yonder squirrel go? Proper grammar is a victual for pears..."

"Yonder squirrel, I believe, has fled," Rori told the mole while thinking A victual for pears? This mole had to be mad or something, but she couldn't tell if it was due to his nature or just hunger.

The red squirrel hesitated a moment, weighing her options, and then stepped back some. She let go of her sword in order to remove her pack and dig through it. After a moment, Rori removed an oatcake from a wrapped bundle.

She left the pack on the ground as she got back up and walked over to the mole with the oatcake. Even though he was on the ground, Rori kept herself at as much of arm's length as she could without keeping the food out of his reach.

"Here," she said simply, offering it from above. "It's an oatcake."

[Lucasaurusrex]

Rubbler dove into his unconscious dreams. He was flying through the universe, heading to a green and blue planet. He got closer, and realized it was his un-named planet! As he got closer he saw two moles, standing across each other. One was very neat, with straight fur, eyes staring straight ahead, claws groomed to a deadly point. The other one was missing some fur, and what little it had was sticking up in random places. This mole had red eyes looking in different directions, and the left one kept blinking randomly. The neat one bowed, stating, "Let the battle begin." It proceeded to lunch towards the other mole, one leg out, one arm folded towards his chest, the other whirling a sling above his head. The demented one ducked and grabbed Neat's leg, swinging him over and attempting to slam him into the ground. Neat used his sling to crack Messy's wrist, and used the force of the slam to slide underneath Messy's legs and kick upward sending Messy into the air. Messy's claws grew as he was flying, and on the way down, his claws folded behind him into wings, with a spiral orange pattern. Rubbler fell into this pattern, which folded upon itself until it was golden brown, and then his view zoomed out and he was staring at a cake, then he looked out even more and saw a squirrel holding the cake. He got up, and asked, one eye red one blue, "May you please pass 'em oatie cake to me."

[Shor]

Fox leaned in close to Rori and spoke in a voice he hoped this mole-creature wouldn't be able to hear. "Uh, this is gettin' a liddle weird. We should prob'ly go, I'll introduce you t'Crew." Normally, Fox was open to meeting new beasts, but this one had scared even Crew and evidently possessed no working system of logic in its head.

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((Bleh, short.))

[Lucasaurusrex]

Grubbler asked politely again, "Please, pass yonder oatie cake and stop whispering. Tis inpolite'm to meh self hoire." Grubbler watched the two creatures curiously wondering what they were whispering about. He caught something about leaving... Oh that wasn't very kind! He stated, "Tis not koind to leave in the middle of a conversation."

[Nagini]

"Aye..." Rori said in a bit of a vague, unsure, drawn out tone. The "aye" was in response to what both Fox and the mole had said. After that, she spoke more directly to the mole and said, "Erm, my apologies, sir mole."

She'd wanted to be more blunt and just say "sorry", but given the mole's statement earlier about politeness, that seemed like a poor idea. Still, she was in entire agreement with Fox. It was getting weird and she wanted to leave.

"Tis not koind to leave in the middle of a conversation."

Rori passed the oat cake to the mole as smoothly as she could, trying to do it swiftly but not in a way that would make her simply thrust the cake into his claws. "We don't mean to be rude," she told him as she backed away and went to reclaim her pack, "but we do need to be going."

[Lucasaurusrex]

Grubbler took the oat cake and tore a small piece off putting it in his mouth. He responded, "Well, if'm your'a going into this area, then I shall guide you. It would be rude on my part to leave such kind strangers wandering in these woods." He took another bite of the oatcake, letting it slide down his throat smoothly, before continuing, "Now, where are you hoping on going? I know where most places are. Even when I go beserk my mind is still recording, though I myself am not'en sure how." Grubbler chuckled at his joke. That was the first one he had made in ages.