Growin' Pains

Wots ur biggest fear? - Sleeping Beauty


N wots ur greatest love? - SB


Beauty! Wot?! U's awake?!
Beauty? - Runt

ANSWER! - SB

Oh! Well...
I think me greatest love is me biggest fear...
Beauty? - R

Walkers fodder, that... - SB

Eh? Wot?! ...Beauty?
Ur glowin' a mite brite 2nite...
Beauty?
Gosh! She still b sleepin'!!
Arrow, I's scared... Not sures I can do this, eh? Comes home soon, k?

Beauty?

Oh Lord a Sancutaries. Not a soul. I'll nots tell a soul. K? Jis bring Arrow, fast!! - R

Beauty Rest

Wots fer lunch! - Runt

Rancid beans. - Wick

Wot? My 1 chance 2 gets out fer food n it's rotten. Wots wid dat?? - R

Lol... U know the Ogre. A little sour mood n there goes the food. 'S all good. He put it back on ta cook. It'll taste good regardless. - W

Sure. I jis can't b on the shitter lots wif bad food. N no thunder jug in Beauty's room, aye? To rank, wot?! - R

Ha! Waz it like? Guarding Beauty while she sleeps? N how a young'n like u get picked o'er me?! - W

Well. Guardin's borin', mostly. N I don't rightsly know y me... - R

Huh. No worries Runt. They'd a had their reasons I'm sure. But wots Beauty like n the sleep? That's wot I's wondering... - W

Hmmm.... I'd say she looks dead, mostly. 'Cept she glows. N sometimes her eyes move back n forth under theys lids, ya?! Kinda spooky, that. Once r twice I heard her mumblin' but couldn't makes it out clear. - R

Well wot did it sound like? - W

Ummm...
(Scratches head, picks nose, thinking a bit...)
Kinda angry like, ya? Like she was warin' wid someone. - R

Huh. I may go ask Ole Granny. - W

Wot?! No! Don't tells a soul!! I likesly shouldn't a b sayin' ought 2 u, aye?! Givin' way her secets, eh?! No don't sez a word. Promise! - R

Suspicious little ting, ain't ya. 'Sall right. She waz probly jis arguin' wid d Ogre in her sleep 's all. Hey! Easy Runt. Calm! Eats ur food. K? I can't b the only 1 on the shitter, aye? Good. Thas it. Good kid... - Wick

Berin's Camp

Niiice. A stretch a tarp. A tapped tree. Deer sheite everywhere. U coulda bin out here a bit n bin good. - Rogue

We did lots of patrols, Asher and I. There was nothing coming or going. No Walkers anywhere. Ogre called in Tor when you disappeared n Arrow took off. She said watch close as the Beauty was under again but we've seen nothing. - Berin

Not normal that. 'Specially since 1 picked up on the Runt. - Arrow

What?! The Runt's been tagged?? Oh this is no good. Not for you, nor the Fae. Why didn't you say before?? - Berin

N this is a big deal y? I mean besides wot he is to us? - R

Y u have to ask the hard questions? Hmmmm? Fine. Berin. U tell him. - Arrow

Oh, thanks. Just pass it on would you?

Alright.
*sigh*

...There's not much around here that is how it appears... - B

Now ain't that jus the understatement a the year, eh?! - R

Shush, Ass, he' s got the talk! U's so full a wot's u know n it ain't squat! - A

Y so angry Chickadee?! - R

Oooooohhh! Uuuuu.... - A

Arrow! Dun do bheal?
And you to, Hireling!

Good.

Arrow's right to be touchy. Mixed bloods work twice as hard and are lucky to get only a fraction of respect. - B

Nots the 1st I' ve heard u called that Long Bow, wot exactly r u? - R

Hush girl! Not what you need to know, Rogue. Runt is our concern and I'm not obliged to tell so listen good as you're getting highlights. - B

*huf*
Fine... - R

You know that Changelings are usually Aelfborn who are considered to be weak or diseased. No? Well now you do. Mixed blood leads to strange things at times and Runt was given off as Changeling because of it. But despite how he seems his genetics are such that he couldn't be given off the way the family wanted. - B

Who in their right mind would give Runt away? I thought he was child to some of the common folk 'round about the castle! - R

N that right there is y I put up with ur sorry ass. - A

Please! Enough! Time's too short for banter.
Now I don't know that behind the Briarwood was the best place for him as it filters time differently but in some ways it's been the best, holding back his growth some. We always new he'd be a target out here. What we should have anticipated was the Walker's feeling him out. - B

Y would his peeps want 2 give him away? I jus don't gets it? - R

Cuz people fears wot they don't know, aye? Ellyllon from the Cymru is his mother's peeps, n Fae r somes they don't trust, but it ain't jis his pops trickle of Fae blood at issue, he was Fae n Ward, amongst other things. HUGE unknown. Lots a power in the blood, but he came small, Runt did. Waaay too small n they's scared. We took him in. Against the Ogre's wishes, Beauty n I. Ogre tolerates him, but not by much. He's got power in him for such a small 'un. I knew the life the Walkers would love to suck outta him. It was my job to watch out for yon tyke n I blew it!! - A

Arrow! Hey. Long Bow! Hold up! - R

Leave her. Give her a minute. We'll catch up. - B

Arrrrrghhh!! So Fubar'd! - R

Chicken Soup

Go gets some water Wick.

Empty the piss pot Wick.

Get the old rotten fencin' outta the briar Wick.

Seems all I's good fer is fectchin' n carryin' n come here n go there n do this n that. 

But there's 1 what-fer y's I ain't grimblin'... 

Ogre's chickin' soup.

Ohhhhh.... Yum!!!

- Wicken

Grave Yard

 Oh wow! They're ALL gone. There's not a one left in its grave! - Arrow

Wot is this place?- Rogue

Is where Beauty n I puts the corpses wots get caught on Ogre's Thorns in the Briarwood. - A

These r graves? Serious? The Bramblewood produces this many dead? N where'd they go? - R

This is the origin of your Walkers. - Berin

Wot? How's that? - R

They's those from away who hear's rumors of Beauty n wealth n tries to get thru the Hedge to wot ever they thinks is behind it. Ogre's Thorn's has a way a tellin' 'em no. Beauty n I r charged with removin' the bodies what gets skewered on them deadly thorns. N here's where we bury 'em. But they don't always stays put. Wot comes back up is ur Ghost Walker. - A

Sheite! But there's no way. I'd a seen u girls tryin' to haul off this many corpses! - R

You are just lately come to this place, Rogue, and you've spent most of that time training with me. You know what Walkers are and how to fight them but their origin has not been general knowledge. - B

N u don't think that was critical info for me? - R

Need to know, only. - B

Riiiight. Still a lot a graves here. Not adding up, eh? How long this bin goin' on? N don't b lookin' at each other like u's got sheite to hide!- R

Huh. Long Bow. Your call... - B

*sigh*... 'Bout a hundred years, give or take. - A

U sheitin' me. - R

She's not. Ogre was granted territory n status for Beauty's protection just over a hundred years ago. Arrow's been there from the start. It took the Ogre less than a decade to weave the Bramble. Aelf and Fae are immune but have no interest in Beauty or her oddness. Those born behind the Bramble n others like yourself who work and protect are inoculated. And you know the penalties for betrayal. They were listed in your contract. But the outsiders? The thorn's poison kills but won't let you die. Or live. They don't stay in the ground forever. And what comes up is a desperate thing. - B

I can't believe it! - R

You better sit. You don't look so good. Arrow, take his other arm, help him down. - B

Lord of Sanctuary. I can't believe it! All this time! -R

Wot? - A

All this time n I've been puttin' the make on someone who could b my great-great grandmother!! - R

Ow!! Y u smackin' me? - R

Cuz ur an Ass!! Never have we ever had this many dead out Walking. Ever!! That is huge! THAT is serious sheite! N all u can lite on in this parley is my age?! Freakin' baby, u! - A

Apparently, I am. Gonna have to start callin' u Nan. - R

I have not, nor will I ever b anyone's Granny, n certainly not urs! - A

I think u'd make n awesome Granny! - R

Children! Please! Stop. Arrow's right. Something is off the mark, badly. We'll have to tell the Ogre. ...And Counsel. - B

Sheite... - A and R

NO Girlfriend!

So ur girlfriend think ur ass is too big? - Ogre

That ur way of asking me if I have a girlfriend? - Wick

No. Just figured the girlfriend musta been complainin' about the size a ur ass y u's on this diet. - O

No diet! I just like to eat when I'm hungry. N I like to eat till I'm full, not over full. N I don't need bread n potatoes in the same meal!! And NO girlfriend!! - W

A mite upset r we? Jus think a good wind would blow u away. I wouldn't be worried about the size a me ass if I waz u. I'd b more worried about getting enough food no matter what lovergirl says. - O

Arrrrrrrggghhhhh!!!!! - W

Lunch with Ogre

Where u bin hiding? - Ogre

No wheres. Jist stopped 2 c Ole Granny. - Wicken

Old Bitch. What did she want? - O

Nothin'. Jist caught her exercizin. - W

Ho! The Ole Bitch. Can't even lift a leg to piss, I imagine.
Gonna make me a ham samwich. - O

Huh. Ok. I might jus finish that ole potatoe n some ham. - W

Sit. - O

Ok. - W

U eat crusts? - O

Yah, they're ok. But I think I'll jus have potatoe n ham. - w

Wot u mean?! - O

Well, wot I said. I'll use up the old left over potatoe. - W

With wot?! - O

A bit a ham. - W

Well isn't that nice. I'm all set to make u a samwich. U know that. N u tells me u gonna jist have potatoe n ham? Wots wrong wid both? - O

Nothin'. I jist don't need bread n potatoe both. N I didn't know u were making anything fer me. - W

Yes u did. I said I was making a samwich. - O

U said u were making a samich 4 u. N I said I'd have potatoe n ham. - W

When have I ever sat down to make somethin' fer me n didn't hand u ur potion 1st??! - O

K. Not an argument I wants. I'm happy with a samich. Jist make that. - W

(Falsetto) "Don't cook me any more bacon. Don't like that butter it's too salt. Can't eat potatoes AND bread." Mustn't a liked the old sow fat or sumpin'. Ur always bitchin'! - O

Am not! (Sotto Voce) N I put a bit a bacon up 4 later. It was too much is all. Not don't evr cook it again! - W

Well u jist go ahead n cook fer urself. I can take care of meself over here n u can jist always cook over there n I won't bother with u n ur special diet! - O

(Sotto Voce) Not a fight I's gonna win. Jist bite ur tongue kid...
(Sotto Voce) N I gets lots a salt n everthin'. Jist likes the no-salt better. - Wick

U jist fix wot ever u wants. I's done with cookin' fer ya! - O

Sheesh! (Falsetto) "If u don't eat my samich I'm nvr evr gonna cook 4 u again!" Wonderful Pops. (Sotto Voce) Can't have a preference that's not urs. Can I Ole Man?! N they wonders y I's always lookin' fer a way out! - W

Fast as Fae

Berin! - Rogue

Shut it Human. Was that blade dipped, Mixed Breed? - Berin

Of course. Wot kinda fighter u think u trained?! Didn't nick him with the tip tho. He should be good. - Arrow

You add anything beyond my recipe? - B

Yah, sure. But not for Fae, or Aelf for that matter. Not for this trek anyway. - A

Good. I left instructions in case. Now. You, Miss Fast Draw and I, need to chat. Bring your Human if you must. - B

Wot I do? Everthin' u trained me to? U jist mad I got inside ur guard. N u didn't e'n c Arrow. Lol... U should b happy we learned so well! - R

Shut it Bag a Bones. - B

Well, at least u haven't forgot ur slang! Lol... Thanks for getting rid of the Aelf n coming back. Thought u waz gonna leave us empty handed! - A

Huh. Not more n u deserve. Now. Come see... - Berin

Oops...

See. I REALLY wants to know wot Aelf n Fae r doin' in the Tanglewood? - Arrow

Move that tip from back of my ear and I'll tell you. - Asher

Ummmmmmm... Ah. No. N tho I know u be hard fer dead kinda bodies, the poison on me tip covers lots a bases. Seen? - Arrow

Arrow. Stop messing with him. - Berin

I'm not.
Not oft we see u in the Tanglewood. A bits 2 close 2 me Borders. Aye? - Arrow

Arrow... - B

Shhhh.... Nuff. I's bin sayin' that 2 'er all day, jist that way. Think she's had it with hearin' 'er name, eh? A mite vexed. I'd say. - Rogue

Rogue, why would you do that? This is not going to go good if you've been an ass all day. - B

Me? She's the prickly one! Eh! Don't move, me friend. Not till she says. - R

Huh. You must have really ticked her off. So, friend or no, the knife stays at my back? Fine. Tor sent us. You know I wouldn't be here otherwise. And certainly not the Aelf. - B

Y'd she do that? - A

You were out running around when you should have been protecting your Borders. - Asher

Shhhhhh.... - B
Stupid! - R

Ahhhhhh!!! - Asher

Still!! Stay still!! Terradantin! - B

Watered down, weak blooded, piss patched, fractioned Bitch!!!! - Asher

Grrrrrr....
Hey! Sheite! Berin!- R


Rogue. Could u not 'ave just held ur ground? U had ur man, I had mine? I had it, eh? He was just name callin. Berin's fast. U know that! Half a sec. U blink n that's all it took to grab the Aelf out a me hand n b gone. They probably jumped right back to Tor n now we got nothin'. No peeps, n no info! - Arrow

Well, u were doin' real good @ gettin' that, eh? Right! Fine! Save it, k? My bad. Let's just.... Hey! - R

Keeping Watch

Is it just me, or are the so called 'creepy things' we're supposed to protect this garbage pile from rather conspicuous by their absence? - Asher

That would be a fair assessment. - Berin

So. Why is it then, that we are required to be here? - A

Because, my young friend, they are not mindless Zombies. Ghost Walkers will strategize and work together to achieve a mutual goal. So I'd say odds are good we're waiting on whatever they're planning. - B

Great. My hopes for some Hallows fun are dwindling. Why was it again, that I got stuck on this assignment with you? - A

Because, young hot head, it is not news to you that you have the bad habit of being impertinent with your betters. - B

Betters? Really. All I did was ask Tor if she'd like to walk the Ring with me this Hallows. Why is that impertinent? - A

*sigh* Ntuoranae is not Tor to you, and not one that the likes of you will be out at the Faery Ring with. At Hallows or any other time. - B

Why not? - A

You gonna make me say it? Fine. Your Blood Lines don't even come close. No low Stratus Aelf is gonna break that barrier. You know that. - B

That's changing. You know THAT. What's wrong with me?? Nothing!! The Fae came from Aelf. That alone should make me higher Stratus! I will be making changes in this World, Berin. It needs to be done. - A

Hot Headed, Close Minded, Thin Blooded, Horses Ass! I'm responsible for your sorry self.  You behave under my command or you will be understanding quick why I'm given command! Flor sans qi Hii Asher Terradantin! - B

Yes Sir! My apologies. Sir! - A

Good. You're on assignment. Make that your complete focus. Bloody trainees. - B

Hey! Unfair! - A

Well stop behaving like a new recruit! - B

Oh, oh. This is not good... - A

What??
Oh! **#*!! - B