Of Mice and Men... [End]

[Barrowss]

The wind blows across the marshland giving cadence to the foliage. The tall grasses give the illusion of ripples in water, the trees sway with a lazy visage of complacence. The sun sinks in the distance, turning the clouds in the sky beautiful shades of purple and pinks. Small insects local to the marsh buzz and fly around in the various aspects of such creatures.

One particular little critter buzzes up out of a wild flower with a load of nectar for its hive. It flies into the air, on its mission of replenishment and nourishment for the hives young. Its path takes it through a small field of grasses and flowers blooming in this moist marsh bed, and over a small scattering of puddles covered over with bright green moss. It spots another flower perfect in its bloom for prospecting its required items from, and moves in for the steal. If insects could be filled with pride, this one would be joyous at finding such a load for its nest. It lands with a soft foot upon the petal and begins to mark the flower for its return trip.

Barrowss goes walking through his favorite area of the Josiggy Marshlands. The sound of a loud CRUNCH erupts from underfoot, with a disgusted look on this mouses features, he lifts his foot from the freshly crunched flower, and whatever else that thing was on it and wipes the crushed carcass off on a nearby rock.
" Blasted bugs. "
With a small shrug he trudges on through his homeland, splashing in small puddles whenever he see them. He works his way through the fields of grass idly reciting small nonsensical poems to himself. " Oh what a small mouse-thief trudging across the lands, and when he disappears they'll say he found the sinking sands..."

He stops in his tracks and peers off into the distance. A grin spreads across his face as he sees the silhouette of someone approaching his direction. He hunkers down into the grass, hiding himself as best he can to ambush his target.

He might get away with it if he just would stop singing to himself...
" I had a dream that I could fly., I can feel each moment as time goes by. We'd never be to far away, You'd always be here I heard you say...."

[/|/afamere]

The sky was ripe with colors, reminding the passerby of the good memories that attached themselves to great murals in the skies. Things that most people took for granteted, such as beautiful skies, did not flutter by from the heron that made his rounds.

He was dedicated to his cause of delivring the mail that he had, even if he couldn't fly it. It was his soul responsibility to do such things, there were not many mail carries that he knew of that would take things to any place no matter where it was located. Even if he had to go to the Gulfam Marsh or the Lowlands. He was no longer afraid of what he might just encounter... people knew that things needed to be done and that he had a important mission to accomplish.

He didn't see the rodent that had hidden himself well in the tall green grass that swayed with each and every breaze. Though he really wasn't looking for trouble... and hadn't got into any thus far in his carrer.

As he passed by did something catch his ears... a low singing noise... off to his left... it wasn't that bad... nor was it the best that he had heard. He looked off into the direction and noticed someone in the grass...

"Who be there? If ye be looking for any trouble, then I best prescribe you to find the next passerby."

The heron said with strong words... he was in fact a King of Clubs... and had a glare that made people look twice just to make sure that they had saw what they did... he had a pair of wings under his normal set... they were unblemished white edged with long, glorious peacock feathers. They gave off a incredibly powerful aura of self-assurance.

"So ye best be coming out... or respond in some manner."

[Barrowss]

The rodent stays hunkered down in the weeds and grass, keeping his spot as this heron approaches his position. Barrowss cannot help but eyeball the load of mail he is carrying, perhaps something good is in that load.

His ears perk as the heron speaks but he gives no response back.
. o O (Just a little closer...)
The singing becomes a soft hum as the rodent prepares his pounce. He hunkers down, keep his eyes on the target then springs!

...Unfortunatly the grass was tangled around his tail, unbeknown to him. So his well planed, thought out mode of attack ends with him flying into the air with a jump, and coming to a sudden stop just in front of the heron and dropping face first into the ground.

A muffled ' Damnitall! ' is the only thing heard...

[The Jenn]

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[/|/afamere]

(OOC: XD)

The king of Clubs looked down at the rodent that had fallen before him. He didn't need to figure out anything fast that it hadn't happend by accident. It would have seemed that the pur rodent had gotten the grace wound about his tail before he decided to make the jump...

"Well... that seems to have failed misurably..." he said with a bit of a chuckle behind the words...

The kahmden heron knew that the Six was shooting for his mail that he treasured so much and wanted to get delivred as soon as possiable. He gave the bundle that weight less than 100 lbs. the comand word silently to float.

The bundle raised and moved to his starbord side. He didn't want the mouse to get ahold of it right now... and he would make sure that he wouldn't.

"So what be your name Kid'i'o?"

[Barrowss]

((OOC: This is going to be a goofy little critter...no doubt :3 ))

The mouse rolls to a sitting position, his back legs tucked under him.
" Oh, just call me Barm, all my friends do. " He states quickly as he rubs his nose. Unable to help but feel embarrassment at this poor attempt of a pilfer, he looks up at the Heron timidly. " So uh, where you heading to? Oh, and what do they call you? " He looks around after he asks the question, seeing if anyone else is nearby.

He cannot help it as his eyes drift up to the mail, but he remembers suddenly that its carrier is standing right next to him. He looks back at the heron and smiles, with what can only be called a pathetic attempt at sincerity as the only thing that is seen from this little mouse is an obvious delight is mischievous activities.

He stands back up, making several mental notes. One of with is heron obviously has some ability as the mail is floating in thin air!

Barm thinks to himself . o O (OK, so the standard pilfer techniques probably will not work...ah! How about an old fashioned grab and run, ya that'll work)

He begins to dust himself off then suddenly springs for the mail! All those little packages and delightfully knick-knacks just beyond his reach! Unfortunately, the absent minded mouse forgot to unravel the grass from his tail, with obvious disastrous results...

[/|/afamere]

Now The heron knew something was up... this was the second time that the rodent had chanced going twoards his packages that was ment twoards others... and in the fading light it wouldn't be the best person to be near at this point. So he took a few steps back, the bundle following within his reach.

"I suggest for ye not to go for this package again... Barm." he said as he noted his face and his name into his vastly large bank of names and faces. If there was one thing that he was good at besides getting mail on time or early, was that he had the ability to remember things from long past... expecially names, address, and faces. Though dates and times were beyond him.

"ANd if ye be wonting to know... I be Sabe, Master Postmen." he said puffing up his chest just a tad in retrospect of his pride of his job.

He waited silently for the rodent to untangle himself and stand back up strait... or forget to do so and trip again... this was a bit serious for the bird... if he would try it again then he might just have to do something about it.... ... ...

[Barrowss]

With a muttering curse Barm turns over and attacks his assailant. The grass falls before his mighty mousy assault with little resistance, now that he's untangled from his plight, and his plans, such as they were, have failed, he stands up, dusting himself off, and looks the Heron in the eye as Sabe introduces himself.

" Well, its a pleasure Sabe, to meet yourself. " He knows the heron is onto him, and his chances of getting the glittering goodness of whatever might be in those packages has flown out the window. Figuring he has nothing better to do, or place to be at this point in the day, he figures that he should ask, after all it does get mighty boring running around by oneself. " So, where are ya headed to, Sabe? And what exactly is a Master Postman? "

Barm eyeballs the packages floating in air, and just cannot help but ask " How in the courts do you get that to stay up there? That would be a really interesting trick to learn I'd say... "

[/|/afamere]

Sabe just couldn't hold it in... he laughed at the mousey assult onto the grass. It was one of those things in the world that you just couldn't hold in. So he gave a laugh and then turned his attention back onto the question that the Barm had asked.

He gave a slight shrug and spoke in nice and even tones... "Well... I be going to a small village not to far from here, and I be a post man... someone who delivers the mail with upward commitment." he said as he took in a large breatht o puff out his chest again.

After he exhealed it he stopped to give wonder to why the card didn't know what the magical abillity that he possesed... it wasn't too uncommon for those to levetate things into the air... So Sabe thought that Barm must have been quite young... so he might as well explain it to him.

"It be levetation... and it is quite usfull seince I can't fly no more... due to these blasted white wings... though they do look quite handsom no?" he said with a wide mischivious girn.

[Barrowss]

The mouse eyes the heron as he speaks, taking note of any information he might inadvertently let slip.
" A village you say? " Barm looks to the direction Sabe was walking, " I've not been to a village around here. Not that I've gotten out much, but none-the-less, I know of no village. "

He eyes the heron for a moment. A bird with 2 sets of wings and cant fly. He cant help but think to himself . o O (OK, whatever works I suppose.)
" You say, ' can't fly no more ' meaning that you used to right? Well, if you could fly at one point in time then why cant you fly now? " Barm eyeballs the wings, " Not that I can see how you could of flown with two pairs of wings getting in each others way. Not that they don't look good, I just don't see it. "