You owe me one (Tirael, open)

[lorki]

Sleet watched the otters face as he spoke. She even managed to feel a twinge of guilt for feeling abhorrent of her own memories. Her life may have changed drastically, she might detest her reality... but at least she could remember the faces of her family members.

"So, you can make fun of me for being brain-damaged or whatever it is you're thinking."

She smirked and turned her head to look back at the ceiling, "Yah think Ahm an awfully mean beast, Tirral. I don't think yer stupid, jus'... awfully... disenchanted and a bit.... oblivious. An' I like yah, Tir. If I didn't you'd be dead. Same way I know you don't mind me so much." She paused and lifted her arm up, she opened and closed her paw, testing the feeling in it. The numbness was starting to fade, but she still couldn't feel much but a dull sting. The excruciating pain would come in... oh an hour or two.

Suddenly she turned her eyes back to Tir, "And, I didn't choose to get rida m'name. I had to." Damn assuming otter...

[Tirael]

"Yah think Ahm an awfully mean beast, Tirral. I don't think yer stupid, jus'... awfully... disenchanted and a bit.... oblivious. An' I like yah, Tir. If I didn't you'd be dead. Same way I know you don't mind me so much."

It was Tirael's turn to feel a twinge of guilt, for assuming that Sleet was an "awfully mean beast." He couldn't blame her for thinking what she did of him; she was probably right, after all. No, she was right. "Well, I can tolerate you at least," he said with a faint grin. The grin faded slightly as he watched Sleet testing her paw. It occurred to him that she might know what she'd been poisoned with, but before he could ask, she continued talking.

"And, I didn't choose to get rida m'name. I had to."

Tirael's mouth had actually been opened to ask about the poison, but he was cut off by Sleet's comment. "...oh," was all that came out. "Well, nobody's forcing you now, why can't--never mind." As curious as he was, medical issues took precedence over his own interests, so he forced himself to focus. "Sleet, since it's pretty clear you were poisoned, do you know exactly which poison it was? I mean, my treatment might be enough to save you, but if I could give you a real antidote, there'd be a better chance..."

[lorki]

"Sleet, since it's pretty clear you were poisoned, do you know exactly which poison it was? I mean, my treatment might be enough to save you, but if I could give you a real antidote, there'd be a better chance..."

She chuckled lightly, "Tir, I'm not dieing.... well not anymore." She moved her paw to lightly touch the wound. She considered explaining her lengthy relationship with dangerous poisonous substances to Tirael, but that was a completely different story. She shorted it as much as she could, mentioning, "I can guarantee you, I'm bout as immune to the killers in this forest as a beast can be, I've spent years on tha'... But whatever it is, it feels like venom." Probably from some southern critter. d**n bounty hunters came from every pathetic corner of this d**n place.

Still, she knew her poisons... after all she'd purposely poisoned herself on a number of occasion. She knew the most deadly cocktails... and the ones that did other useful things. And she knew that venom often had the same sort of effects- pain, she'd had that, numbness, still going on, fever, which was the part that was usually most deadly... And a bit more intense pain as muscles relaxed, blood flowed normally and whatnot. "But, if y'wanted, Tir, y'could get me... oh, a bucket or so of cold water."

[Tirael]

"I can guarantee you, I'm bout as immune to the killers in this forest as a beast can be, I've spent years on tha'... But whatever it is, it feels like venom."

Tirael nodded. He wasn't very experienced with venoms, something he had occasionally feared might come back to haunt him, but as Sleet had said, she wasn't dying anymore. He preferred to be sure, but given that he wasn't and his patient wasn't exactly divulging much, he was forced to accept what he had.

"But, if y'wanted, Tir, y'could get me... oh a bucket or so of cold water."

The healer stared questioningly at Sleet for a moment. He got the feeling she knew more than she was letting on, but then again, she was Sleet. Without asking her, he grabbed a bucket and dipped it into the basin. He set it down on the table by her bed, then mopped her brow once again. "Well, since you seem to know what's going on, I'm going to trust your judgment," he murmured. "Anything else you need?"

[lorki]

Sleet offered a bit of a false grin as Tirael set the bucket beside her. "Well, since you seem to know what's going on, I'm going to trust your judgment," That got a real smile out of her as she reached a paw towards the bucket.

"That's what I like about you, Tir." She smiled. A bit slow in the sense that Sleet was use to... but goodness if it wasn't refreshing to have someone trust her- even a little. And with that thought she grabbed the side of the bucket and tipped it onto herself, soaking her, the bed, and a bit of the floor below her. She grinned and let the bucket fall to the ground, she felt much cooler... and a bit less sleepy. Although Tirael might not be so happy.

She turned towards him, smiling widely, "you ought to know I'm a bit too extreme for a little cloth to help me." She joked, "Oh, and I don't need much else... Less y'want t'feed me..."

[Tirael]

"That's what I like about you, Tir."

Tirael gave a bemused grin. "What, that I blind myself when you're around?" Nice thing to be appreciated for, it's pretty much the only thing I can do, anyways. He turned to put the cloth away, but stopped when he heard water. After considering whether or not he wanted to know, he steeled himself and looked.

"You ought to know I'm a bit too extreme for a little cloth to help me."

He placed his head in one paw and replied wearily, "Well, I hope you're not too 'extreme' to mind moving to a different bed, you'll get rashes all over sleeping in wet sheets." Now he had to prepare yet another bed. Choosing the one next to Sleet's, he pulled back the blanket and fluffed up the pillow. And this time, he wasn't letting her dump another bucket of water. He only had so many beds.

"Oh, and I don't need much else... Less y'want t'feed me..."

"Oh. I guess I should've expected that." Moving to help her into the new bed, he admitted, "Sorry, the kitchens won't be running until morning. You'll have to wait until then." It was only then that he had really remembered it was the middle of the night, and as though on cue, he began to feel a little tired. Though he attempted to stifle it, he was unable to stop a yawn.

[lorki]

"Well, I hope you're not too 'extreme' to mind moving to a different bed, you'll get rashes all over sleeping in wet sheets."

Sleet rolled her eyes. What a paranoid request. Sleet had not slept in a bed in... some odd number of years, but she'd certainly slept sopping wet, in the rain, snow. It was sometimes difficult for her to not peer quizzically at little sheltered communities , she'd long forgotten the benefits of living indoors. Even now... it was too quiet, the air was too still. However, the ferret managed to keep her snipes tucked away while she moved her paws to grip the sides of the bed and heaved herself into a sitting position.

Feeling a bit light headed, but perfectly capable, Sleet managed to stand and shake off a bit of the water before heading to the other bed.

"Sorry, the kitchens won't be running until morning. You'll have to wait until then."

"You and yer schedules." She growled, propping her head up a bit. Sleet slept at odd intervals and never for more than a few hours at a time. She certainly wouldn't be sleeping here of all places. She let out a long sigh while Tirael yawned. She ought to tell him to go to bed, but she knew she wouldn't. Sleet wouldn't admit it, perhaps not even to herself, but she was horrified- stuck in such a place, surrounded by so many likely enemies, essentially unable to leave and... all of Salamandastron was shoved in with her.

Still, she was left without much to say. She felt as if it were unfair to ask anymore of the poor otter sitting near her. After a bit of a silence she simply gave into vocalizing one of her multiple constant rushing thoughts, "Tir, d'you ever feel stuck, jus' stayin in the same place, with the same company, doin' the same thing?"

[Tirael]

Tirael held back; apparently, Sleet was determined to move herself. He remained alert in case she fell, but he felt it was best to let her make her own way. Most creatures hated feeling dependent, and in Sleet's case, it must have been hell to submit to him. He stepped back to let her pass, noting with some exasperation that she shook herself, sending droplets of water all over the infirmary.

"You and yer schedules."

He raised an eyebrow. It wasn't as if he made the schedules, and the kitchens weren't at a capacity to run 24/7 yet anyways. And if he was so attached to a schedule, what was he doing having a chat at this hour? Somehow, it didn't seem like any of this would really matter to Sleet, though, so he remained silent and avoided staring at her. The silence in the room was starting to become uncomfortable.

"Tir, d'you ever feel stuck, jus' stayin in the same place, with the same company, doin' the same thing?"

He glanced at her. "You of all creatures should know by now that my life's not that boring." He shifted, then continued, "I can't say I've ever felt 'stuck.' I stay here because I want to, it's all I've got. I'm not a prisoner...well, not anymore, at least." Guilt crept into his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't really thank you for that. Granted, my head was frazzled, but, that's no excuse. So..thanks."

[lorki]

"I can't say I've ever felt 'stuck.' I stay here because I want to, it's all I've got. I'm not a prisoner...well, not anymore, at least."

That was probably the funniest way Sleet had ever been told someone wanted something- they had nothing else. She let out a small sigh, she did like Tirael, but he thought in the same bleak fashion of those around him. Everything was so simple to them and it would never cease to bother her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't really thank you for that. Granted, my head was frazzled, but, that's no excuse. So..thanks."

She'd yet to even think of that, considering her concerns were a bit grander at this point, she was even surprised to hear him bring it up. She'd asked Kutenai of course, and he'd told her all he cared to. Her mood had been lightened at that time by hearing Tirael had actually thrown a punch. But no matter that, Sleet was not one for great appreciation, especially not the sincere sort. She had been angry at Tirael, though she wouldn't say it, but more for a lack of recognition from him after all her guilt and panic over him being taken.

"S'alright, Kutenai did the saving anyhow. If you recall someone did quiet a nice job with my legs." Another reason she shouldn't stay here. Her eyes looked curiously at Tirael, wondering what sort of thing he would say if she asked him about leaving... soon. She hadn't completely missed his sternness towards the hare. But then again, pain was creeping up her extremities... she wouldn't tell Tirael that.

"How long d'you think we'll have to go back and fourth saving each other before one of us dies?" She chuckled a bit at the morbid joke, of course they would both have to assume it would be her... what with her career and whatnot. And that thought reminded her of the unfortunate fact that there were no less than three beasts in the Abbey she'd been asked to kill. Of course she wouldn't, not when Tirael would end up with blame and guilt and whatnot. What a funny dynamic...

[Tirael]

"S'alright, Kutenai did the saving anyhow. If you recall someone did quiet a nice job with my legs."

Tirael winced at the comment. He hadn't thought about the events leading up to his capture in a while, given their unpleasantness and the fact that he wanted to put that entire chapter of his life behind him anyways. In fact, he really hadn't seen Ephriam since he'd been rescued, and now wondered if he and his brother had left altogether. At least Sleet wasn't mad anymore.

"How long d'you think we'll have to go back and fourth saving each other before one of us dies?"

The otter shifted uncomfortably. Dark humor wasn't really his thing, and he knew that, despite her chuckling, Sleet wasn't entirely joking. What bothered him wasn't that possibility, however: it was how content she seemed to be with it. That she could laugh at it, that she could enjoy the thought of one of them dying, made him want to hug something.

"Umm...a long time, I hope," was all he could say, his discomfort quite obvious in his tone of voice. He wished he could be as comfortable with the realities of death as she was, but somehow, he knew he would always be weak in that respect.

[Maxodis]

It must have been an hour, judging by the position of the moon. An hour wasted, scowling blackly at the imposing dark walls before him, as if such an endeavor would eventually part them for his passage. His hazel eyes flicked over the old building's ramparts again, searching for any telltale signs of the guardbeasts that would have undoubtedly been there the last time he had been anywhere near this confounded place. They were empty, the posts deserted, with nary a spearhead in sight. There had been no patrols for miles. The scent of the air around the building had even changed, becoming perceptively cleaner. There was no doubt, then. The vermin who had inhabited the red building had left, to be replaced by creatures who would undoubtedly find his presence intolerable. His eyes dropped back to the ground, to her distinct tracks, marked by black splotches of her blood. There was no question about it, she was in there.

Redin cursed vehemently under his breath for the thousandth time that evening, his claws digging into the hardened wood of his polearm. Try as he might, he couldn't fathom a reason why she would come here, of all places. It simply didn't make any sense, unless she had finally gone mad. The weasel didn't care to consider how many of the otherwise 'peaceful' creatures residing within those stone walls would jump at the chance to slide a blade between her ribs as she slept. That wouldn't happen, though. She was competent enough to not be taken off-guard by such a simple assassination. Unless she was drugged first...

He shook his head to bring a halt to his spiraling thoughts, the tiny bells on his face chains jingling softly in the otherwise silent night. Worry was not something that he was comfortable with. Concern was a foreign concept. He had no idea what sort of trouble she had gotten herself into in the near year he had been away. But she was in there. He cared not how much she trusted these creatures, the weasel would not, could not, offer them the same faith. He would get in there, somehow. She had. He glanced down at the tight bandage on his forearm, the cloth soiled by the dense layer of mud it covered. Whatever trouble had found her, he would take care of. Preferably before his own mess finally caught up to him.

Striding purposefully towards the gate, forcibly reminding himself to look less threatening. He let out a deep breath as he came to a halt before the entrance, his knuckles white around the polearm. Tilting his head back to look up at the walls, he cursed her name softly a final time before taking a deep breath and bellowing "OY!"

[lorki]

"Umm...a long time, I hope."

Fickle otter. Sleet would never get use to it. Rather than call him out on his nervous disposition, the ferret glanced down towards her paws which were beginning to ache uncomfortably. It was a feeling she was somewhat familiar with, her blood flow returning to normality after some intense cold/ occasional poisoning. Not the best feeling in the world... no , in fact it was d**n painfull. She closed her eyes for a moment, hoping to find something buzzing in her mind to make her ignore it.

"Oy!"

Sleet's eyes snapped wide open at the muffled sound. There was no mistaking that otherwise insignificant voice. Even in returning from a feverish stupor Sleet had no doubts. "Oh no... oh no," she muttered, as a quick series of thoughts shot through her mind. She glanced over at Tirael to see if he shared her panic and then tossed her legs over the edge of the bed and hauled herself up. She stood unsteadily, looking around herself in what appeared to be a mini panic. "Tir, where the hell are my..." She stopped before her question had finished. She'd dropped her weapons at the gate. That was a terribly stupid thing to do...

"Damnit Damnit. Tir..." She swung her head around and made a sudden dive for a small utility type knife who's only purpose thus far had been bandage cutting. Tucking the somewhat useless weapon away, the ferret turned towards the door. She couldn't quite remember which way they'd come in... she'd been a bit less alive at that time. Still, nothing sobered her up like Redin coming to get himself killed. The fact that he'd followed her there, she realized, wasn't even surprising. Nor would she be surprised when he lobbed off some beasts head in order to 'save' her.

"Tirael, damnit, wheres the gate?" She asked while she stumbled out into the hallway, flinging her paws up against the wall to keep herself standing. She glanced both ways, unable to recall from what direction the call had come.

[Tirael]

Sleet seemed to have no comment on his response. To be honest, he was a little relieved; he had no desire to discuss his or Sleet's death, and he was rather sleepy anyways. He was about to excuse himself and go pass out on his bed when another call interrupted his night.

"OY!"

Tonight was too surreal to be shocked at something like that; instead of being surprised, Tirael simply looked out the window in confusion. He couldn't see the gate from the infirmary, but it was fairly clear where the sound was originating from. He turned to Sleet, and was surprised to see her looking rather panic-stricken.

"Oh no... oh no..."

All hell broke loose in Tirael's mind as Sleet stood up. He ignored her query about her weapons, yelling, "HEY! You are NOT ready to stand yet!" He moved to intercept her, but before he could stop her, she lunged.

"Damnit Damnit. Tir..."

Turning to see her target, he went wide-eyed and dashed toward the knife. But she'd gotten it first, and all he managed to grab was a pawful of air. "Sleet, put that back, and lie down, you're still--!"

"Tirael, damnit, wheres the gate?"

Finally she had nowhere else to run. Catching up, he made a grab for the knife, saying, "I'll tell you if you give me that and tell me what's going on." He said it firmly, knowing that if he didn't get the out-of-control ferret calmed down, she'd be a danger to herself and possibly to others.

[lorki]

Sleet, of course, ignored the otters pleas for her to settle down and lay back down. As her heart thudded away her blood pumped harder into her constricted vessels, creating a bit of a more unbearable pain. However, she could stand, perhaps she would wobble a bit, but she wouldn't lay in that damned bed while a bunch of Redwallers tore into Redin... or the other way around.

"I'll tell you if you give me that and tell me what's going on."

Sleet, while somewhat offended that Tirael would think her so terribly dangerous with a bandage-cutting knife in the abbey, ignored his request for the blade. Though she mentally chided him, of course a ferret with a knife was only out to kill all the little critters of the peaceful abbey. Annoyance at the otter aside, there were larger things to be concerned over.

"Redin is out there," she managed, "he's looking for me an'... well he damn well ought t'find me." Funny the things Sleet could gather from one loud 'Oy!' but she had managed an exceptionally long relationship with the violent weasel, she had him nearly figured out- as he had her. She knew that Redin was only completing another round in their game of savior, just as her and Tirael had started to, she and Redin had a long history of owing one another for their lives. No doubt he had followed her here and was worried for her well being. She simply had to insure that didn't mean ransacking the Abbey.

She opened her mouth again to demand that Tirael tell her where the gate was, but just as she did voices began shouting down the corridor. The surprise and relative panic she could hear could easily be explained by a gatekeeper glancing out only to see her friend standing there. She supposed Redin could be an intimidating figure to strangers, all marred up as he was. Quickly taking the cue, Sleet turned and bolted down the hall after the voices. She stumbled along, following the sound, tripping over herself a bit, falling against the wall once or twice. "Damnit," she muttered once more before turning out and suddenly standing in the entry was, that was, of course, scattered in nervous looking well armed Abbey beasts.

But Sleet's first impulse was not towards those suddenly panic stricken creatures, it was towards the wall. Although she stopped at the edge of the hall she'd just run down, she turned her head towards the gate and called back, "Redin!" But as her voice faded Sleet could feel the air around her still as nearly every face turned away from the gate and onto her, the ferret that had managed her way in only hours earlier and who many had not even been aware of. She realized calling out to him may have been a mistake as the fur on her neck and back bristled as her instincts responded to the mounting danger and tension. She didn't want to turn her back on the group she'd managed to encounter, but hoped desperately Tirael had followed close behind her.

[elip]

OOC; would it be ok for me to join this RP? I'm assuming you are in/near Redwall Abbey, but I'm not sure. Could you tell me sorta where you are so I can join in? -I am a good RPer-