Disclaimer: oops! forgot the disclaimer... (^o^) Ok, I think the drill goes everything that is tp's is tp's and everything that is Kourin's in Kourin's. (Note: I'm not Kourin, I'm filling in for her - kinda - because i got bored and was told i could write a chapter. not sure that was wise of her...)
- Kouri_Usagi aka O-Baka-Dono
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Khari and Faleron gaped at the group.
"How long have you guys been there?" demanded Khari furiously as Neal and the others haplessly tried to dodge the attacking pillows.
"Wait, Khari, wait!" panted Cleon. "Stop pillowing us! We were only... we were only... oomph!" This was the result of a direct hit to his face.
"I think he wishes he could think up a bad pun about pillows while dodging them," remarked Neal who then got one in the stomach.
A few final pillows clobbered the group.
"Something we won't believe?" asked Faleron, who'd been trying to signal to Khari to stop with the pillows. "What are you talking about, Neal?"
"It's a message for Khari, really," said Kel, who had either recently arrived or had wisely remained by the door unnoticed by Khari's flying pillows.
"Anyway," Neal put in, "Tkaa just asked us to find you. Apparently, he knows someone who knows someone who might know stuff about the kakophans--you know, helpful stuff like what they eat, where they nest, how to find them."
"How to kill them, how to barbecue them, whether they taste good with lemon juice or..." Cleon's voice trailed off under the odd stares of the others. "Ouch," he said, holding up his hands. "Joke."
"So why doesn't Tkaa talk to this person himself?" Khari asked.
"I don't know," replied Neal. "But he wants to see you now."
Suddenly, from the door, Kel's voice asked, "Listen! Did anyone hear that?"
"Hear what, my daisy?" inquired Cleon innocently. "Perhaps it wa the sound of my poor nose aching from being hit with a nice, hard, feather pil--ouch!" Khari had punched him. The others just shook their heads no to Kel.
Kel paused, listening, and finally gave up. "I thought I heard someone cry out," she said sheepishly. "I guess maybe they stubbed their toe or something. I don't know why I paid any attention."
"Just the earthquake on all our nerves, I guess," said Neal.
"Kel has nerves?" Owen wondered.
"Come one Khari," said Cleon. "We brought a palace healer to hold watch to we don't have to worry about Faleron accidently doing anything stupid like dying."
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Lady Ivonne of Drenne sulked her way through the palace corridor where she'd gotten lost after running from the earthquake, the falling shield, and all that commotion. Why was there never a tall, handsome, rich, bachelor knight around when you needed one? she wondered. She stamped her foot in exasperation. There weren't even servants here!
"Hallo?" she called out in her best I'm-in-distress-and-I'd-be-real-pretty-to-rescue voice. "Is anyone there?"
"In here, my lady."
"I'm Lady Ivonne of Drenne. Who's there?" She ventured daintily--oh yes, ever so careful to act dainty: he might be handsome--to the door of the room she thought she'd heard the voice from.
But it wasn't a knight.
It wasn't a noble.
It wasn't a squire or even a servant.
For that matter IT wasn't even human.
Her muffled scream echoed down the empty hall as four hands grabbed her.
And then the room was empty.
- Kouri_Usagi aka O-Baka-Dono
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Khari and Faleron gaped at the group.
"How long have you guys been there?" demanded Khari furiously as Neal and the others haplessly tried to dodge the attacking pillows.
"Wait, Khari, wait!" panted Cleon. "Stop pillowing us! We were only... we were only... oomph!" This was the result of a direct hit to his face.
"I think he wishes he could think up a bad pun about pillows while dodging them," remarked Neal who then got one in the stomach.
A few final pillows clobbered the group.
"Something we won't believe?" asked Faleron, who'd been trying to signal to Khari to stop with the pillows. "What are you talking about, Neal?"
"It's a message for Khari, really," said Kel, who had either recently arrived or had wisely remained by the door unnoticed by Khari's flying pillows.
"Anyway," Neal put in, "Tkaa just asked us to find you. Apparently, he knows someone who knows someone who might know stuff about the kakophans--you know, helpful stuff like what they eat, where they nest, how to find them."
"How to kill them, how to barbecue them, whether they taste good with lemon juice or..." Cleon's voice trailed off under the odd stares of the others. "Ouch," he said, holding up his hands. "Joke."
"So why doesn't Tkaa talk to this person himself?" Khari asked.
"I don't know," replied Neal. "But he wants to see you now."
Suddenly, from the door, Kel's voice asked, "Listen! Did anyone hear that?"
"Hear what, my daisy?" inquired Cleon innocently. "Perhaps it wa the sound of my poor nose aching from being hit with a nice, hard, feather pil--ouch!" Khari had punched him. The others just shook their heads no to Kel.
Kel paused, listening, and finally gave up. "I thought I heard someone cry out," she said sheepishly. "I guess maybe they stubbed their toe or something. I don't know why I paid any attention."
"Just the earthquake on all our nerves, I guess," said Neal.
"Kel has nerves?" Owen wondered.
"Come one Khari," said Cleon. "We brought a palace healer to hold watch to we don't have to worry about Faleron accidently doing anything stupid like dying."
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Lady Ivonne of Drenne sulked her way through the palace corridor where she'd gotten lost after running from the earthquake, the falling shield, and all that commotion. Why was there never a tall, handsome, rich, bachelor knight around when you needed one? she wondered. She stamped her foot in exasperation. There weren't even servants here!
"Hallo?" she called out in her best I'm-in-distress-and-I'd-be-real-pretty-to-rescue voice. "Is anyone there?"
"In here, my lady."
"I'm Lady Ivonne of Drenne. Who's there?" She ventured daintily--oh yes, ever so careful to act dainty: he might be handsome--to the door of the room she thought she'd heard the voice from.
But it wasn't a knight.
It wasn't a noble.
It wasn't a squire or even a servant.
For that matter IT wasn't even human.
Her muffled scream echoed down the empty hall as four hands grabbed her.
And then the room was empty.