Re: "A Quest Of Friends" « Result #1 Today at 4:19pm »
IC: Hazen Baker, Hall of Hadrosaurs, Waterfall City
It took him a while, but he walked out of the room with Redcrest narrowing her selection of toys and personal effects to a reasonable amount, frayed nerves, and an even more mottled head of hair than it usually was. Noting the time, he decided that he should get a leg up on preparing eveningmeal and went to the kitchen.
Redcrest, done with her sorting, came out to see what Hazen was doing. When she saw that he was making food, she tugged on his pant leg. "Can I help?" she asked.
Hazen looked back at her and smiled. "Sure," he said. "Wash your hands and I'll help you make our fruit salad."
Redcrest excitedly went to the washbasin and dipped her hands in the water before shaking them out, saying, "All ready!"
Hazen chuckled and said. "Here, I'll show you how to do a good job." He walked over to the basin and scrubbed his own hands. "Just do it like I do." Redcrest did her best to mimic the human's motions. "Okay," Hazen said after he was satisfied that she did a good job, "now we're ready."
He went back to the counter and got out a bowl. "What we're going to do is mix up a bunch of fruit together. I'll cut up some mangoes while you put these berries in the bowl." He pushed three baskets to his charge. She excitedly put emptied the contents into the bowl and looked over at Hazen, wanting more stuff to put into the mix. Hazen chuckled again. "You need to give me time to cut these mangoes!" he protested.
"I'll help!" she said reaching forward.
Hazen stopped cutting and held out a hand. "I don't think you should be cutting fruit," he said. "Knives are sharp and I don't want you to get hurt." Redcrest frowned slightly and turned to the bowl. "But," Hazen continued as he reached in a drawer," You can mix them up so we get a good mix." He handed her the spoon and she jabbed it in the berries, moving the spoon around quickly, causing a couple berries to fly out. "Slowly!" Hazen warned her. "We don't want to smoosh the fruit or make a mess." Redcrest heeded the advice. "That's better!"
By the time the meal was prepared, Polongo and Seamus MacEwen had returned. "Welcome back!" Hazen said. "I'll plate the meal. You two just relax." Hazen went to the counter to serve the meal.
"Papa!" called Redcrest she greeted her father. Polongo rumbled something back to her as they exchanged a greeting.
Seamus removed his cap. "Fantastic!" he said. "This is a very welcome thing to come home to, indeed."
Hazen shrugged back. "Well, since I'm living here, I figured that I need to start pulling my own weight."
Polongo then chimed in. "Funny you say that."
Hazen gave him a weird look. "We're not getting evicted are we?"
"I explain over Eveningmeal," replied the male Lambeosaur. Once everyone was seated and mid-way through their meals, Polongo spoke again. "While at work, I got a message from the Mayor. We will be moving."
Hazen had a slight suspicion that Bentfeather's recent troubles were responsible for this relocation. "Any idea where?"
"Wouldn't say. We just pack and meet up with others tonight."
"T-tonight?!" Hazen said. All he was told was that they had to be ready. "I have to admit that this is unusual."
"I agree," said Seamus. "They could have sent a Postal Bird, but some male Pachycephalosaur slipped me a note when he paid for a bag of one of our most famous blends. Something big must have happened and I wonder why it involves you."
Hazen was beginning to be more confused. "Why me?"
"You tell us," said Polongo. "The note mentioned you specifically."
Hazen was flabbergasted. "But surely you can't believe some random Saurian."
"It had the Mayor's seal embossed on it; you can't forge that," said Seamus.
Hazen knew the jig was up and he had to come clean, to an extent. "Look," Hazen said, "there isn't much that I can say because of the danger involved, but someone I know is in grave danger over a very important object and some group of people are after them. Mayor Masteson thought it best that they relocate everyone involved until this blows over." Hazen sighed. "I'm sorry about this. I know how hard it must be to set up a new business in unfamiliar territory."
Polongo gave a reassuring burble. "No worry. We needed to make more connections outside the City. We hoped my mate would return to help look after Redcrest so we could do that, but we must follow the Mayor's wishes."
Hazen smiled, pleased by their understanding. "Well," Hazen said. "We've got a lot of work to do before sunset. I say we get to it."
"I agree," said Seamus, getting up from the table.
Redcrest chirruped at Hazen. "That means all my toys can come!"
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Re: "A Quest Of Friends" « Result #2 Yesterday at 8:19pm »
IC: Mayor Masteson’s office, the council chambers.
It was a messy turn of events indeed, mayor Masteson thought as he read through the reports that came from many sources throughout the beaurocracy of his reign. It was especially messy concerning his chief librarian and the circumstances concerning that murdered human Frank Scratt, for what was Dinotopia coming to when such deplorable skullduggery existed. He realized fairly early on that he had no choice but to allow the edicts of his two trusted personal guards Frik and Frak in this matter. Only those two could pull this risky business off; for they had the ingenuity and know-how to keep everyone from getting killed, he hoped! Mungo scuffled into the chamber with yet more reports conveyed by his bodyguards, which told of news of their progress.
“Everyone knows that they may have to flee…”, Masteson said after seeing the first document. “Frik has arranged transportation, but extra accommodations may need to be procured if all are to go along.”
“It’s a shame about Peter Triceratops.”, Mungo said. “Mondor said he hasn’t seen him since the theft.”
He had read the reports of Mondor, and his directives to facilitate the forgery to throw off those would-be thieves, and was saddened by the betrayal of his son Peter who was in league of those hoodlums. “At least the artifact is in a safe place…“, said the mayor.
“But it may not be for long.“, said Mungo. A new report said that the artifact was now in a safe place, but it warned that it would not be safe for long unless it was secreted out of the city. “It is fortunate that it is going with Bentfeather and the rest.“
“And it was nice of his cohort Tebo to volunteer his father’s Ankylosaur Partner for the trip.”, Masteson reflected. “I’m so glad that I could help allow Randy to come along, for he will pull the other cart of supplies.”
“And Postal Bird 76 was gracious to go along too…”, Mungo said as he offered another scroll. “No doubt the expedition would need communication.”
“But to have sir Bentfeather dress like a Postal Bird!…”, Masteson scoffed. “It’s undignified to have one of such high stature being treated like a common courier!…”
“Miss Frik has strange ways…”, Mungo said. “But she is usually most effective.”
“Yes, but I’m still worried as to what danger we’re sending them into.”, Masteson said absently as he read a report from the guard training facility in Sauropolis. "I mean, sir Bentfeather is too used to being in the city, and not out in the wilds. His apprentice is no better. Tebo is too meek to be roughing it like this. Either way, this is going to test both their mettles.”
“I’m sure it will, sir.”, Mungo said.
“And what about Bentfeather’s other apprentice?”, Masteson asked. “Hazen Baker is a newcomer to these shores, and barely understands our ways. It is not fair for him to be implicated in this. His education is far from finished!”
“If he were to be left behind, he could inadvertently divulge what is going on.”, Mungo said. “That could lead those nefarious persons right to Bentfeather and the artifact.”
“At least Polongo and his Partner is going too.”, Masteson commented. “That would mean Hazen’s little charge - Redcrest was it? - will be going along too. The lad has taken quite a shine to her, I’ve heard.”
“It was fortunate that the Waterfall City guards allowed officer Ajax and his steed to accompany them too.”, Mungo said. “They also will be well disguised.”
“And this is also great news!…”, Masteson indicated the report he had read. “The guard training facility has a graduated class leaving for their assignments; and on that roster is Polongo’s mate and her human Partner April Manchester. Their first assignment is to guard the expedition!”
“Then all is well, sir.”, said Mungo.
“That it is, my boy!”, Masteson said. “Notify Frik and Frak that they have my personal permission to proceed with everything.”
“Right away, sir.”, Mungo bowed and scurried out to blow his Postal Bird whistle… _
Re: "A Quest Of Friends" « Result #3 Yesterday at 3:39pm »
IC: Hazen Baker, Hall of Hadrosaurs, Waterfall City
"Be careful with that," Hazen said as a couple Gallimimus brought in his guitar, "it has a lot of sentimental value." The way one was carrying it, under his arm while holding one end of a trunk, made him beyond nervous. However, once they set both the trunk and the guitar down, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was thankful to Polongo for enlisting the aid of these movers so he could make a new home closer to Redcrest and even more thankful that, due to his position and distinct lack of employment, he was easy to move.
"Will that be all, Mr. Baker?" asked one Gallimimus.
"Yeah," Hazen replied. "Thank you very much. You can send us the bill."
"It's been paid for in advance," remarked the other one. Hazen was pleasantly surprised, but wasn't about to argue that point. He showed them to the door and thanked them for their assistance. He then turned to Redcrest, who was playing with some toys in the living room so as to keep out of the way. He was grateful that there wasn't any class today as this would give him some more time to spend getting properly settled in. Plus, Redcrest wouldn't be bored out of her mind as she typically was on those days. He sat down next to her and grabbed a toy, joining in on the game.
Once Redcrest's interest in the toys ended, she asked, "Sing a song!"
"That's not a very nice way of asking," Hazen said back, trying to instill a sense of manners.
"Can you please sing a song?" she asked again.
Hazen smiled. "Much better." He got up and went to her -- or rather their -- bedroom to get his guitar. No sooner had he closed the door when he heard tapping against the window. A postal bird! He walked to the window and opened it, allowing the bird to come in and perch himself on the sill.
It cleared its throat and said, "This is a private message for Mr Hazen Baker." After Hazen confirmed his identity, the bird continued. "Our operatives have indicated that the danger for Master Bentfeather is growing constantly and, therefore, the council has decided that he may have to flee Waterfall City. Given what you know, you are to accompany him as well. Arrangements are being made at the destination, which will be revealed at the time of departure. You should pack for an extended stay." Unknown to the both of them, Redcrest peeked her head in through the door after hearing a strange voice. Her eyes went wide, scarcely believing what was reaching her earslits. The bird continued, "I will relay more information to you personally when the time to depart is near. End of message."
Before Hazen had a chance to reply, a harsh bleat came through the air. Redcrest burst in and latched onto Hazen's leg, convinced that this and this alone would keep him here. The bird squawked, afraid that the secret was out. Hazen put a hand up, staying the bird. "It's alright," he said, "She's my Partner and far too young to be involved in anything." Hazen then knelt down and held her close, cooing softly and trying to comfort her. He looked back at the bird. "While I respect the council's wishes, I need to know what will become of my charge. If it involves separation in any way, I refuse to cooperate."
The bird ruffled its feathers, apparently annoyed at this mammal's show of stubbornness. It did have the answer and was forced to reveal it. "Rest assured that your charge will accompany you to your destination. I cannot say more at this time." With that, the postal bird took off. Hazen looked back at Redcrest, who was happy to hear that she wouldn't be left alone again. With the smile that Hazen gave to her, he let her know that he was happy, too.
He stood up and looked around the room. "Well," he said, "I know I'm already packed." He glanced at his still unopened trunk before continuing, "but you, on the other hand, is a different story." He looked around for any suitable pieces of luggage, but not really finding any. "The bird said we need to be packed for an extended stay, so I would suggest getting your favorite toys and keeping them handy. I'll see if you have any nice garments that you might need taken along." Redcrest went back to the living room to round them up.
He examined her armoire, finding a few fancy collars and what appeared to be Saurian waistcoats. He picked a couple ensembles and laid them out on his bed, thinking it would be a bad idea to get straw from Redcrest's bedding on them. When he turned around, Redcrest came in with her arms full of toys. Some were even dropping on the floor. She dumped them on the ground and said, "All here!"
Hazen chuckled, shaking his head at the little one's exuberance. He sat down on his bed and said, "I don't think we can take all those toys. I know I've got some room in my trunk, but we need to be able to move quickly."
Redcrest looked at the pile of toys. "But they all my favorite," she protested.
Hazen sighed. "Sweetie," he said. "I know you love them all, but we'll come back. And they'll be waiting for you. So, I want you to try again and pick the ones you know you absolutely can't live without."
Redcrest again looked at the pile. "I need them all!" she said.
"Oh, boy," Hazen said to himself, wondering how he'll be able to negotiate this one.
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Re: "A Quest Of Friends" « Result #4 on Dec 28, 2009, 6:05pm »
IC: Bentfeather and Tebo with Peter Triceratops, out in the streets of Waterfall City.
Peter Triceratops was so frustrated at his father, for he would never let him see that artifact from the Outer Island. He could decipher it, he knew; and he knew the reason why his father wouldn’t let him see it was NOT because his co-conspirators wanted it for the Grand Plan, for nobody but he and them knew of it. Poppa just didn’t have enough confidence in his own son to do a good job on it - or at least that was what his Poppa thought! Curse him anyway! Once the artifact was back in the hands of the expedition, Poppa would be singing a new tune… That was for sure!
He stomped through the streets, and he pitied anyone who got in his way. He grumbled at a sheepish little human girl, who ran behind her mother crying; then stepped hard into a puddle that splashed an Ankylosaur in his cart, snorting at the warty beast when he tried to complain.
Peter saw two of the seven cronies he was affiliated with, sneaking their way through the crowd; and not knowing why those two stupid humans were doing down this street, and meaning to sit on them the next time they met! Soon his head sagged down to think of the job he gave his other louts, for they botched every opportunity to grab that bird chief librarian; and it would serve Bentfeather right any mishap his cronies would inflict on him, for the little pipsqueak had failed him on every subject ever taught by him… The bird was way too meticulous in his lessons!
Suddenly he looked up at the familiar pushcart coming directly for him, scrawny dark skinned human pushing it bent over in extreme effort; and what sat perched on the parasol awning atop it was none other than that bird, Bentfeather! Seeing a perfect opportunity, Peter licked his beak and ploughed straight on through; veering just in time to avoid collision, but close enough to see the scrawny human struggle to avoid the crash! As both parties stopped to survey any damages and apologize for the near accident, recognition seemed to slowly dawn on both Bentfeather and Peter.
“Ah! It’s the son of the city’s finest Archaeologist!”, Bentfeather called. “That was a close one, Peter. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine sir, and you?”, said Peter innocently. “Sorry. I didn’t see you…”
“That’s all right, my boy.”, said Bentfeather. “I guess you were preoccupied…”
Among the crowd around them, a guard pranced into view; high atop his Corythosaur steed, innocently making his rounds or so it seemed. He was one assigned to keep an eye on Bentfeather, and he knew that book collections would invariably be made; but wondered why, in all sanity, would he go do the task in person! Unseen by him or his steed, the thugs that were in the street saw them; and discreetly made themselves scarce!
“Say sir. Who is this?… Your new apprentice.”, Peter’s nose horn pointed at Tebo.
“He’s my new Partner, actually…”, Bentfeather told him.
“Aren’t you Partners with Nicolai Sanders?”, asked the Triceratops, as if he didn’t know!…
“Nicolai Sanders passed away recently…”, said Bentfeather.
“Oh, no!…”, Peter said, pretending to be shocked. “I’m so sorry to hear it!… Is there anything I could do?”
“No, that’s fine…”, Bentfeather said.
“…Your name is Peter Triceratops, right?”, Tebo asked suddenly, looking up from a ledger.
“Yes…”, Peter wondered why he asked.
“It says here you owe the library three books.”, Tebo explained. “One of them is from nearly five years ago, and the other two are almost a year overdue…”, he consulted a fee table. “If you do not have those books to give to us now, you owe the library almost twenty Drachs!”
“Tebo!… Not now!…”, Bentfeather discreetly scolded.
By now Peter spied the guards, who were innocently sauntering up the street; neither moving away or getting closer, but making the yearling Triceratops nervous never the less! Here was the perfect opportunity to grab him, and the crowd was bad enough; but now there were guards around, and now he saw why it was so difficult for his thugs to get Bentfeather! He thought quick as he cleared his throat, then kept up his innocent demeanor.
“That’s ok, sir.”, Peter said, then turned to the scrawny human. “Look. I don’t have the books on me, and I don’t have any money on me, either… I will stop by the library later and drop them off… Is this Ok?”
“I guess so…”, Tebo said, putting the ledger down.
“Of course it’s all right!”, Bentfeather agreed. “Now let’s get a move on. We got to collect the rest by sundown, you know!…”
“Yes! And I have another engagement across town, so I must go too…”, he smiled.
Peter turned and paced with purpose out of the area, both guards keeping an eye on his back the whole time. Tebo shrugged at the Corythosaur guard and lifted the heavy pushcart once more…
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IC: Mondor and Peter Triceratops, the Archaeological Guild at the Maze building.
Peter Triceratops, miffed at yet another botched attempt to abduct Bentfeather, decided to go back home; even though his situation at home with his Poppa was not exactly like any normal situation, at least he could go there and pretend that normalcy reigned. He figured to try one more time to ask to see that artifact, and maybe this time his desires would be met. He would approach his Poppa, frill in hoof, and apologize for his outburst earlier; and maybe his Poppa would be convinced of the earnestness enough to grant him his wish. He searched the Maze building, for he learned the layout of the place a long time ago; and found him in another research area, reading inscriptions on a gold-clad stone tablet absently.
“Poppa…”, Peter said sheepishly as soon as he got his attention. “I got something to say to you, and…”
“Peter, there is something that needs to be said to you too…”, Mondor told him.
“You first, Poppa.”, Peter said meekly.
“I have been thinking about your attitude lately; and though it is not what I expected of a son of mine…”, Mondor began. “I think things could have been different if I listened to you in the first place.”
“What do you mean?”, Peter asked.
“What I mean is perhaps I should do the thing that would make you happy before I ask you to do the thing I want.”, said Mondor. “You seem to think you can decipher that artifact from the Outer Island, and you are adamant about it. Deciphering it is almost too hard for even me to do; and maybe if you give it a try and fail at it, you’ll see how difficult Archaeology can be.”, he turned to him. “What I’m saying is yes, you may go and try to decipher the artifact. The only catch is you MUST go to the Time Towers and decipher the Water clock of Nallix right after that.”, he smiled at Peter’s broadening smile. “Will you do this?”
“Yes Poppa!…”, Peter said excitedly. “Of course I will!…”
“Oh Peter…”, Mondor announced as Peter was turning. “What was it that you were going to tell me?”
“Oh,…”, Peter nearly forgot! “Well, I was just going to apologize for shouting at you yesterday… I was out of line…”, he hung his head.
“Well, us Three-horns are well known for not hiding our emotions!…”, Mondor chuckled. “Apology accepted!… Now if you would excuse me, this tablet needs translation.”
“Bye Poppa…”, Peter smiled as he left. “And thanks!…”
Peter walked out of the maze building many moments later, happy in the knowledge that the expedition’s plan would soon come to pass. He traipsed the streets in a roundabout way back to the Mosasaur Shipping company, hoping not to be followed; and went inside the warehouse amid all the early afternoon workers. He sought out two humans that were in on their caper and told them that it would be all clear to steal the artifact that night; and to collect all things they would need for the job - and for fates sake, don’t botch it up like they did with kidnapping Bentfeather! Once he told them in secret a hidden way into the Maze building, Peter left the Mosasaur Shipping company warehouse and took another indirect way back to the maze building.
He went into his private study and gathered his tools for studying artifacts, placing them into a satchel before meeting his father near where the Outer Island artifact was stored; father explaining to the guards there that Peter was going to examine the artifact, then Mondor left Peter to his devices. The guards were curious, and gave the yearling Triceratops little room to examine the object; so Peter looked up at them and spoke.
“Um guys…”, said he. “Would you mind waiting outside the room. You’re in my light.”, they nodded and left the area.
He went back to work, or made appearances to seem so; and waited for his cronies to arrive in the room from a back entryway, scowling at them as they made it there nearly an hour later. The two humans quickly crated up the artifact as quietly as their uncouthness would allow, Peter shushing them at any errant noise they made; and soon the crated artifact was ported out of the room and out of the building, none of them any the wiser that the artifact was a well-crafted forgery! As soon as his thugs were out of sight, Peter decided to make his own get-away, and walked up past where the guards were now stationed; then stopped to make it look good.
“Um,… I’m going out for Eveningmeal.”, Peter told them. “Do you want me to bring you back anything?”
After a brief conference between the two, the human guard replied. “Thank you, no.”, Peter nodded and left the Maze building, he knew it was for the last time!
When he got back to the Mosasaur Shipping company warehouse, Peter found it closed; but a loading dock door was open and he slipped inside. He made his way to the back in the dark, following the dim light of a lantern to where his two thugs and several others including the Stenoychosaur thug stood around the half opened crate containing the artifact; and they were arguing over something like they always did when together, but they seemed to be arguing over the crate!
“Did I miss anything?…”, Peter asked.
“You missed plenty!”, said the Stenoychosaur. “These morons dropped the crate on the way here!”
“Is anything broken?”, he asked.
“We’re just checking it out now.”, said one of the humans that helped carry the crate.
“If the thing’s broken, I’m going to do the same service to your head!”, said the Stenoychosaur. “Then I’m going to put you back together and let mister S do it to you all over again!”
“Enough of that!”, yelled Peter. “Just get it out and let’s take a look…!”
Both humans and the others removed the wooden pieces, pulled aside the padding and extracted the ugly Tyranosaur bust, then two of them placed the artifact on a work bench near by; but as Peter moved up to examine it, the Stenoychosaur elbowed in and started turning the object carefully. At peter’s complaint at being edged out of the examination, the Stenoychosaur gave him what for.
“Stay out of the way!”, said he. “I may look like a common hooligan, but this is only a ruse. I was in on the original expedition to get this thing.”, he looked at everyone with a sudden air of importance. “I am sir Petronas, assistant to Farquais Roch, third procurer of the Archaeological guild; and if he had any vision at all, I would not have had to kill him on the Outer Island!”
“Sir!… I didn’t know…”, Peter said.
“Oh, shut up;… and let’s look at this thing…”, Petronas said as he bent to examine the bust.
Petronas looked the thing over from the front and back, top and bottom, and found no abnormalities so far. The weight was correct, but the ancient thing bore little sign of wear; and the lack of damage from erosion was his first clue on the nature of the artifact. As he turned it further, he saw the differing hues of stone looked practically painted on, and not applied like the notes he had said. The third thing that told of the artifact’s artificial nature was a tiny chip under the snout of the bust, showing the object’s porcelain nature. Petronas pushed the bust away in disgust, then glared at all of them in the same expression as the Tyranosaur bust!
“I must say you all did a marvelous job in stealing this thing.”, said he without humor. “The trouble is you stole a FAKE!… I think someone tipped off the authorities, and one of you did it!…”
“IT… WAS… A… FAAAAKKKEEE!!!”, Peter bellowed. He thrashed his horns around, making all of them duck out of the way, and knocked the artifact on the floor to break in three pieces. “It was right there…! I just can’t understand it!… I should have known my father would pull a fast one!…”, all this he said as he stomped the artifact to hundreds of pieces.
“Calm down,… calm down!”, Petronas said as he put his weight on his horns, trying to slow him down. “Let’s think this through… You had no idea this happened, and you told no one. Right?…”, Peter nodded as he calmed. “And none of you blabbed…”, the rest denied it in their own ways. “There is only one course of action: We must get sir Bentfeather, for he must know where it is. We need his Partner’s notebook because the key to the secret of the Outer Island is in there…”
“Well…? Don’t just stand there…!”, Peter yelled. “Get him!… I don’t care how you do it, but I want him in front of me within the week!…”… _
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Re: "A Quest Of Friends" « Result #5 on Dec 28, 2009, 5:54pm »
OCC: Here is where things really start moving, 08jedi. Time to set into motion the things discussed in our PM’s… _
IC: Frik at Rolf’s shipping company.
The handlers brought in a small wooden crate, and mister Rolf checked the label on the side. It was another piece of cargo addressed to miss Natasha’s care, and by the way the human workers were struggling it was probably very heavy! He didn’t help them, just directed them where to put it, in the far back of the warehouse; where many of miss Natasha’s crated things lay. It must have been special cargo indeed for it to arrive so discreetly and without prior notification. But that didn’t matter as it was accompanied with all the proper paperwork.
What he could not understand was why the Archaeological Guild would send her the parcel in the first place; but his job was not to question why. His task was to just store it for her and wait for her approval before shipping it; and so far no word of the latter was evident, so back in her storage area it went. As the last of the workers handling the crate emerged from the bowels of the warehouse, miss Natasha came sauntering in view; and regally sat in the waiting area at the front office. Rolf rushed in and bowed at the female Pachycephalosaur.
“Ah! Miss Natasha!”, said he. “Your latest acquisition is now safely with your other cargo.”
“You do excellent work.”, said miss Natasha, alias Frik. “And it arrived undamaged?”
“Of course, my lady.”, said Rolf. “The handlers just finished up.”
“I feel much better now…”, said she. “I was worried for security.”
“May I inquire what it is?”, asked Rolf. “If it is at risk, I should know what it is so it can be guarded.”
“I am not at liberty to say…”, miss Natasha said with suspicion. “But I trust your facility is safe enough.”, she winked. “Just so long as nobody knows it is here…”
“I see.”, Rolf said. “Well, I am always at your service - no matter the circumstances!”, he smiled in a cheesy way.
“I will have it shipped out soon.”, said she. “I will arrange everything, co-ordinate all the arrangements, employ my own carts and crew and notify you the day it is to be shipped.”
“I understand, ma’am.”, said Rolf. “You can count on me in anything you would have me do.”
“Thank you, mister Rolf.”, said Frik playing lady Natasha. “I’d be at a loss without you.”…
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IC: Bentfeather and Tebo, around the library and around town.
A day or so passed, and no strange things happen to Bentfeather and Tebo other than regular things. Their guards remain anonymous from the rest of their friends and cohorts, but are evident only to them as they get used to their various disguises. Their would-be abductors made no real attempt to perform their deed, but one or all of them were noticed by either Bentfeather, Tebo or their guards in passing; sometimes looking forlorn at yet another failed attempt. Their duties never wavered as they hosted many of the city’s prominent groups or clubs at the library, and all concerned conveyed themselves like nothing was going on; even though the ambient tension of waiting for something to happen gradually increased as time wore on.
Bentfeather never returned to his apartment, and had the majority of his things there moved to the library as that was the only place he actually felt safe. Tebo Lewis seldom visited his parents or old friends at Mosasaur Harbor either, preferring to stay close to his new Partner to keep him comforted as the stress of what was going on was wearing the poor creature to a frazzle! Even though Tebo’s parents asked him when he was there what was going on, he would never actually say the truth; merely saying that a lot of things were happening, but everything was turning out fine.
Tebo rolled his book trolley through the library thinking of these things, placing books and scrolls where they belonged and grabbing abandoned tomes from tables or other places where they didn’t belong like he usually did. Frik was not evident at the library at this time, but he knew she was close by as she had discreetly told them she would be out doing errands today, but not to worry as the city guards would be visiting soon with some cadets today.
As he passed the front desk, he stopped to chat with Jake who was sitting there, who informed that there was nothing amiss; and then made a comment about the rich looking female Pachycephalosaur who asked about the maps, and how she was taking a shine to Tebo! Tebo just shrugged off the comment and replied that he knew where the maps were; then Jake reminded Tebo that it was his turn to collect the books that were at large in the city. Gasping in shame that he forgot, Tebo parked his book trolley down the hall from Bentfeather’s office\; in an effort to see if his mentor needed him for anything during his planned absence. Tebo composed himself before he gently knocked and let himself in, and saw he was listening to a Postal Bird relaying a message. Tebo knew not to disturb his mentor when he was busy with someone else, and just stood there at the doorway and waited for this business to complete itself.
“…May have to flee Waterfall City.”, Tebo overheard the Postal Bird as Bentfeather nodded. “All outside arrangements are being made, and you are advised to pack for an extended trip. The destination will be withheld until actual time of departure, and all concerned parties will be notified same.”, the bird took a breath. “Best of luck, mayor Masteson… End of message.”
“Thank you, noble flyer.”, Bentfeather said formally. “Such large news from such a small fellow.”
“I have also been informed that I will be going along too.”, said the bird. “I am to assist in any way I am able.”, then the Postal Bird noticed Tebo. “AWK!!…”
“Have no fear!… This is my cohort and current Partner, Tebo Lewis.”, Bentfeather tried to calm him. “Um, Tebo… We are going on a little trip. Want to come?”
“If this is a ploy to try and lose me, you have another thing coming!…”, Tebo said in mock anger. “You can count me in on this one!… I always wanted to see Dinotopia in person!”
“Oh, this is not a pleasure trip.”, Bentfeather said as the boy closed the door. “It is feared that those thugs that tried to snatch me might do it. Besides, the Outer Island artifact may become stolen. The court and the mayor has decided to allow us and the artifact to discreetly leave the city to avoid any untoward event.”
Voicing his fear of the danger involved, Tebo then asked his question; but to the boy’s surprise, Bentfeather asked if he could come along with him on his errand! Tebo cautioned about the danger in doing this deed too; but Bentfeather said that they should convey their business in a natural way, saying not to fear because Frik and many of the guards would no doubt be near by. Against his better judgment, Tebo chose not to pursue the subject; and they both went down to get the heavy duty pushcart thoughtfully prepared by Mizzy, and was out on the streets many moments after that.
At length they made it through many streets, crowds slowing their progress a little bit; but many would calmly step out of their way. They made several stops, collecting this or that tome at residences or from people in the streets; and even collected several Drachs as late fees to be processed later back at the library. Near the center of Fountain Square, the water from the fountain partially obscured some sounds in the area; and this was why they didn’t notice the medium sized Triceratops they both knew until the yearling was nearly face to face with them!… _
Re: "A Quest Of Friends" « Result #6 on Dec 23, 2009, 4:51pm »
IC: Hazen Baker, Study Room 1, Waterfall City Library
Hazen listened intently as Frik and Frak told the assembled their idea. Even he had to admit that their reasoning was sound. Much like the Witness Protection Program, Tebo and Bentfeather would be given new quarters and, if he understood correctly, new aliases until this affair was resolved. That was all well and good for Bentfeather and Tebo, but what about himself? Redcrest took a seat by Hazen's side after she played with Tebo and Hazen smiled at her.
"Listen," he said, turning back to the Pachys, "I appreciate all you have done for us and I can't thank you enough for it, but I have to know what you have intended for me."
"Pending approval, you would have to flee as well," said Frak, "given what you know."
Hazen stood up, not happy with that answer. "With all due respect, I'm not as involved as Tebo or Bentfeather. I may be a friend, but on first glance, I'm a casual friend at best. There's no reason for any conspirator to believe he'd let me in on something as big as this."
"Do you want to take that chance?" asked Frik, simply and pointedly. "These people have killed at least one person, do you want to be the next?"
Hazen paused, knowing how much his own life meant to him. He looked back down at Redcrest. "Besides," Hazen said, "I can't leave. I've got my music lessons to take and my Partner to look after." He blinked a few times. "I'm not leaving her and I'm not going to take her away from family, which she needs just as much as she needs me." He glanced at the two bodyguards, firmly making his point.
"We understand," said Frik, "however arrangements can be made."
"'Arrangements?'" Hazen asked, but his comment was ignored. More plans were being made and Hazen was beginning to feel decidedly left out of the conversation. He looked down at Redcrest and smiled. "See, even grown-ups can be left out."
Redcrest asked, "What happening?"
"They're talking about whether or not they need to have them hide from the bad men I told you about. And it may turn out that I need to go hide as well."
"No!" Redcrest protested as she clung to him. "No go!"
"I won't let them take me from you," Hazen said back. "I promise. I'd be so sad to know if you went back to what things were before I met you." A decision had been reached and Hazen looked up to hear what they had in mind.
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Re: "A Quest Of Friends" « Result #7 on Dec 22, 2009, 8:02pm »
IC: Bentfeather, Tebo and company. Study Room 1.
Even though the gravity of their current situation loomed heavy in Study Room 1 now that their bodyguards were in the room, Bentfeather took on a light air and smiled at each and every one. A plan would no doubt need to be hatched concerning how these two highly skilled Pachys guarded Hazen, Redcrest, Tebo and he; and he waited like all the rest there to hear what they had in mind. In the mean time, Redcrest fidgeted on her chair with a look of boredom. He turned to Tebo while smiling at the little one.
“Could you please find something fun for this darling to do, Tebo.”, he said sweetly. “I’m sure she would not like sitting there while we are talking…”
“Yes, sir Bentfeathewr…”, Tebo got up, searching the shelves; then coming back from one with several items which included a few thin books and a small box. “Redcrest, want to play?…”, he called, and the dinosaur slid out of her seat.
While that was going on, Bentfeather looked at the twin saurians expectantly; Hazen doing the same. For Hazen’s sake, Frik repeated what she told Bentfeather and Tebo before the lad entered; Frak nodding at the facts, and when finished Hazen took on a thoughtful look. Though both Frik and Frak partially agreed with hazen’s comments a few moments later, they knew that nothing drastic needed to be done until the council debated over it; and told Hazen so in their own ways.
“This is all well and good.”, Bentfeather broke in. “But we can not go about our daily business with someone out to do me in!”, he flapped to the center of the table. “We need to do something about this, and be quick about it!”
“Please understand, sir Bentfeather.”, Frik said. “If we do anything that would tell your adversaries we know something is up, who knows what they will do? They might outright kill you, or steal the artifact guards or no; or any number of things you could imagine - or worse, nothing at all. They might simply go away, and we will never be able to solve this mystery.”, she looked at him sternly. “Do you want the killer of Frank Scratt get off unpunished?…”
“Well, no but…”, said Bentfeather.
“Then we must come up with a plan, and co-ordinate it with the council.”, Frik said simply.
“But we must do nothing until the council decides what course is best.”, said Frak. “We must go about like we have been; only it will be much safer for all of you because you will be guarded.”
“That’s a relief.”, Tebo said from the floor. “Until I figured out your method of guarding us, I thought you had abandoned us!”
“Like I said.”, Frik repeated. “We guard in a way that makes it look like you are not being guarded. That way who ever is out there that wishes to do you any harm will think they will get away with it.”
“And then we step in, and they’re in for a big surprise!”, Frak smiled.
Redcrest had gotten bored with the books, so Tebo was opening the small box, which contained a set of dominoes. As he began to set them up, Redcrest would tip one or more over; giggling at Tebo scrambling to set them back up again. He stayed her hand a few moments while he finished setting most of them up, then had her push an end one over; which sent the whole array cascading to the ground! She yipped and cooed at the entertaining display, and motioned for Tebo to do it again. Everyone else turned their attention from this to the conversation they were in the middle of.
“But just suppose the council decides action needs to be taken.”, Bentfeather continued. “What should we do?”
“I have made a suggestion in my report to the council.”, Frik told him. “It states that, for the safety for all concerned as well as that artifact, we should arrange to have you and it disappear from Waterfall City.”
“How are we to do that?”, asked Tebo as he toppled his latest domino creation, a spiral pattern.
“We are adept in disguise and stealth.”, Frik told him. “We could arrange for you all to slip out in the middle of the night…”
“Or in broad daylight, under the ruse of being someone else…”, added Frak.
“To a secret destination.”, Frik gave Frak a glare. “There it would be safe to start your lives anew.”
“But what if the ones after us find out, and track us down?”, Bentfeather asked.
“Then you will still have us, by your side protecting you…”, Frik told them. “You see, not only is it our duty to protect you; we are personally concerned for your safety.”, she looked at Bentfeather, and he saw in her eyes the sentiment was true. “It is not right to have innocent and good folks like you mixed in with all these nefarious things…”
“For that, I’m glad!”, Tebo said as he and Redcrest finished playing. “You may look scary to me, but you are good folks too!”, Redcrest hugged him before returning to her seat beside Hazen… _____
IC: Mondor Triceratops and son Peter, The Archaeological Guild at the Maze building.
Mondor Triceratops walked the Maze building in despair, it’s labyrinth of halls and chambers were still a mystery to him as he entered an unused room or dead end, as was the maze’s purpose. The headquarters of the Archaeological Guild lay on the bottom floor of this gargantuan building complex, but he chose to wander the upper floors when he was deep in thought; and always got a little lost as his mind wandered the horsetails in search of the answers to the problems he had. One of those things was what to do about that cursed artifact discovered on the Outer Island, for to study it would require they see it in it’s full light and examine the amulet secreted within; but the accursed bauble gave off a painful aura that prevented him from getting near, and the frustration of not knowing what it was irked him to no end!
Another thing that bothered him - but on a more personal manner - was his son Peter. The yearling wanted so bad to be an Archaeologist, and the boy did study hard; but he lacked direction, always wanting to take the shortcuts to the truth in Archaeology. He had no intention to follow protocols, just leap to the facts without any research at all and expect great things. If he was to get anywhere at all with him as he was his mentor, he would have to show him that there are no shortcuts in life; and it was best for all if he would follow procedure, and take instruction seriously!
The boy had refused these many months the assignment Mondor had given him, to go to the Time Towers and do research on the Water clock of Nallix and write a paper on his findings; which was study fodder all apprentice Archaeologists go through in their training, but the boy thought he could get by with what was already said about the giant device. More so, Peter kept on insisting that he could decipher the Tyrannosaur head artifact from the Outer Island; a task that would even test the skills of himself! As Mondor puzzled over his son’s obstinence on these matters, a short spike poked into his side, breaking him out of his concentration at an intersection.
“Hello, poppa.”, said Peter, the two-thirds size Triceratops. “What you doing?”
“Thinking.”, Mondor told him. “And I suggest that is what you should be doing.”
“I have!”, said the lad. “I decided I want to help you any way I can with that new artifact… I’ll even clean up the museum for you!”
“Please Peter. Do not bother me with that artifact again.”, Mondor sighed. “You know as well as I that you may not see it until it is fully deciphered.”
“But I know how to decipher it!”, Peter insisted. “All I need is a few minutes and it’s secrets can be uncovered…”
“Is this what you want?”, Mondor asked.
“Yes!”, said Peter. “More than anything!”
“How do you expect me to give you what you want when you won’t even do what I want?”, Mondor asked his son. “Months ago I gave you an assignment, and still you refuse to do it! How can you expect to be a good Archaeologist if you do not follow instruction?”, the boy backed away at his father’s show of anger. “Until you go to the Time Towers and study the Water clock of Nallix, you will never set eyes on that artifact… And that is my final say on the matter!”, he stomped.
Backing away further, Peter vented some anger of his own! “FINE!…”, said he, and ploughed into the corner of the intersection as he left; gouging a large chunk of masonry loose as he did so, and stomped away out of sight.
Mondor shook his head in despair as he watched his son leave. The boy had too much of his mother in him, that was a fact! He longed for the day when he could pull him aside and teach him the nobility of his tribe, to give him pride in his kind and to allow him to see the greatness he could achieve. As if he did not have enough on his mind, for all these things going on around the island caused many things of the past to be discovered; and between his professional woes and his personal ones, he feared his personal profession would suffer.
By some miracle as he walked pondering these things, he had inadvertently found his way back down to his office. Tablets and scrolls lined the shelves there, mixed in with the odd bone or skull; and a Triceratops-sized desk littered with research paperwork was the centerpiece of the stone chamber. Fortunately, this room was on an outer wall, and light from an upper window hewn out of the yard thick wall trickled down to illuminate the space. At a flapping noise from that direction, Mondor looked up and saw a Postal Bird enter and circle in for a landing on the desk. Mondor bowed and so did the Postal Bird, then the miniscule creature spoke.
“I have a written note from Lady Natasha…”, he placed it on the desk.
“Please read it, if you would…”, said Mondor as he was ill-equipped to unroll it.
“Of course.”, said the bird, spreading it out flat on the desk.
“To Mondor Triceratops, of the Archaeological Guild.” , it read. “Greetings to you, from a good friend. I am writing to you today about the artifact received by your guild from the Outer Island. I regret to inform you that it is my belief that said artifact is in danger of being stolen. More so, I suspect that your son may be involved in this plot. I have overheard parts to a plot illustrating said theft, and trust in your expertise to prevent it. You are always wise in these matters, my friend; and trust you will do the right thing. If you plan to do what I think you are going to plan, you may store the original with my firm. Tell no one else of this other than your trusted cohorts, and by no means tell your son what you are doing. I will assist as I may when the time comes… Breathe deep, Lady Natasha.”
“This is terrible!”, Mondor said.
“Do you wish me to repeat the message?”, the Postal Bird asked.
“NO!…”, Mondor said loudly, then whispered. “I mean no… And please do not repeat what you read to anyone”, he looked at the bird sternly. “The fate of the Archaeological world hangs in the balance!…”
“I understand, sir!”, said the bird. “Mum’s the word!”, he got ready and flapped back out the window.
At first Mondor did not know what to think! To receive word that someone was going to steal an artifact right out from under his frill while guarded was detrimental enough; but to find out his own SON may be at the bottom of it was almost too much! No wonder the boy was so interested in the artifact: to get close enough to steal it, presumably with the help of other despicable persons! He closed the office door and thought, anger mixing in with despair getting in the way of any rational thought. Where did he go wrong with the boy? He didn’t think that his stern way toward him was enough to cause him to associate with common thieves, but something must have. Mondor was on the verge of weeping for his treacherous son, sorrow would not do the news justice!
At last an idea at last hit him, one that would preserve the artifact for proper study; but even though it would probably not be him that would unlock it‘s secrets, some day someone would. It is well known that most artifacts could not be put on display in museums as they were too fragile or valuable for public display. In many cases mock-up copies needed to be made, where artisans would re-craft them from cheaper materials and made to look identical with the originals; which would be stored in secure warehouses or other storage facilities while the fakes were put on display.
Discreetly leaving his office and making his way through the labyrinthine hallways, Mondor opened the door to the room where the Reproduction department lay. Many saurians and humans were at workbenches, hard at work in the many procedures having to do with artifact restoration and reproduction; overseen by the flitting form of their Harpymimus overseer. Instantly the smallish creature spotted him, and scampered over to his side; where both bowed in unison before the tiny one spoke.
“They are restoring some memorabilia from the Arthur Dennison house.”, said he. “Do you require our services?”
“I think so, Willis…”, Mondor said. “I have an artifact, and the job must be secret.”
“You don’t say!”, Willis said. “What are the specifics of your request?”
“Follow me…”, said Mondor as he led the way to his office.
At length, the conversation they had dealt with the exact specifics in which the reproduction artifact would be made. It would be copied to exactness on the outside, and it would possess the same weight; but many of the original features would be missing. Though the glyphs and cartouches would possess identical coloration and arrangement, and every crevice would be mapped exactly; the interior workings would not be there, for it was to be made of thick porcelain, and not of solid stone. Lead weighting would be affixed on the inside, and the surface would receive the same likeness in wear.
Instructions given, Mondor allowed Willis to leave to complete this monumental task; and several days later the task was complete. In the dead of night the original artifact was crated up and secreted out of the maze building; and the artificial artifact took it’s place, none but a few any the wiser… _
Re: "A Quest Of Friends" « Result #8 on Dec 21, 2009, 12:07am »
IC: Hazen Baker, Hall of Hadrosaurs, Waterfall City
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Hazen stirred the next morning, surprised by the weight that was on his chest. As the world came into focus, he looked down at the torso of the young Lambeosaur stretched out over him. Little Redcrest was still sleeping soundly. Hazen noticed a little pool of Saurian saliva that had formed on his shirt (which he neglected to take off last night) and groaned slightly. It was a pity that he didn't have a change of clothes handy for just such an occasion. Oh, well; live and learn.
He carefully pried her off his form and slid out from under her, gently easing her back down in the soft straw of the nestbox. After dusting himself off, he went to prepare some breakfast, only to find that Seamus and Polongo were there. "Oh!" he said, "I wasn't expecting you to be here."
"It is our home, after all," said Seamus. "The question is why are you here?" Hazen suddenly felt put on the spot and took a step back.
"It not that we don't like you," said Polongo, "just need to know if should expect you."
Hazen smiled, relieved. "Well, Redcrest and all. She saw a shadow last night and wanted me to make sure it didn't get her. Must have fallen asleep waiting for her to do the same." He walked up to the table to see what they were eating. "To be honest, I think it would be better if I stayed here, however I know you're tight on room."
"We agree," said Seamus, "If you don't mind sharing the room with Redcrest, we may be able to accommodate. I share Polongo's room and neither of us mind." Polongo grumbled in agreement.
As he took a seat, Hazen nodded, seeing their point of view. "Perhaps," Hazen said, "but I don't want to be a security blanket either. One of the books I've been reading on young-rearing stresses the importance of giving them the opportunity to learn and grow by themselves and one way is to give them their own room." Hazen sighed. "Still, if this will help make both our lives easier, it might be wise if I started moving."
Seamus smiled. "I'm sure good fortune will smile on us soon. And you'll be able to have your own private space as well as Redcrest. I know a good set of movers. I'll have them bring your effects here."
Hazen nodded. "Thank you," he said. After he gave his address to Seamus before he and Polongo went back to the markets, he went about making sure Redcrest was ready for the day.
After feeding her and making sure all his books were gathered, he took her hand and started out to the library. Redcrest sulked slightly, remembering how boring it was yesterday. "I promise it won't be like it was yesterday. We'll have time for games and I'll make sure Sir Bentfeather makes class fun, too." She didn't seem convinced and Hazen sighed. He knew that balancing a child and classes was exceptionally difficult and now he empathized with young, single parents on an entirely new level.
While passing through Juggler's Square, a small crowd gathered around one of the street entertainers. Hazen knew they had time and he said to his Partner, "Come on, let's see what's going on." Hazen helped Redcrest get a good view of the entertainer. The dinosaur was dressed up in colorful clothes, wore a curly-haired wig, and was juggling several weighted clubs. Occasionally, he would do a flourish and the audience would applaud.
After he finished his routine, he called, "I need a young, brave volunteer." Redcrest, like all the other children, raised her hand. The juggler looked around and said, "You there, miss!" pointing at Redcrest.
Redcrest excitedly looked at Hazen and he said, "Go on!" She ran out and the juggler said, "I need you to sssstand here in front of this wall. Now whatever you do, don't move." Redcrest nodded as the juggler pulled out several balls. He prepped himself and bounced them against the ground and the wall. Redcrest tensed up, afraid of getting hit. Cheers came out from the crowd and Redcrest grinned.
Once the routine was over, the juggler gave a few bows. Redcrest had never seen a Saurian with hair before and she went to examine it. Hazen realized what she was doing and said, "Redcrest, look with your eyes, not your hands!" She didn't hear him over the cheers and applause. She grabbed a hold and with a swift yank, removed the wig. The cheers turned to laughs as the Saurian played up this unfortunate mishap. Redcrest caught a look at the juggler and her eyes went wide. It was spikey like the shadow she saw last night. She squealed and ran back to Hazen, dropping the wig.
Hazen gave her a few reassuring pats before looking at the Juggler. Seeing the dome made him recognize Frak, who gave him a sublte motion telling him to play along. Hazen picked up the wig approached him and said, "I'm sorry about that. She's very curious and she hasn't quite gotten out of the grabby phase."
"It's alright, kind ssssir," said Frak as he grabbed the wig back. "It happenssss more often than you think!"
Hazen smiled back. "Still, here's something for your troubles." He held out a few coins and Frak put his hands up.
"Really, it isss no trouble at all. Her assistance was reward enough." Frak looked at Redcrest, who was still hiding behind Hazen and clutching his pant leg. He looked down and smiled at her. "I may look sssscary, but I didn't hurt you, did I?" Redcrest slightly shook her head. "It'ssss perfectly alright." He held out a hand in friendship.
Hazen looked at Redcrest. "It's alright. He won't hurt you." Redcrest tenatively held out her hand and Frak took it in his. Redcrest began to relax her grip and smile back at the Pachycephalosaur. "There," Hazen said to his charge as the last of the crowd dispersed. "Thanks for the show," he said to Frak.
"Until nex-sss-t time!" said Frak as he donned his wig again and went off.
"Come on," Hazen said to Redcrest, "Let's go." The two then returned to the library. After learning that they were to be in Study Room 1, they went there. He opened the door and stepped in, a bit surprised to see Frik occupying a seat. Redcrest stopped in her tracks, seeing another scary-looking Saurian. Hazen coaxed her in and helped her into a chair, pulling out some more paper for her to doodle on.
Then came a knock on the door. Frik rose and opened it, letting in another Pachy. Even though he was wearing different clothes than before, he recognized Frak. Redcrest, however, did not. She yelped a bit and leaned closer to Hazen for protection. "It's alright," Hazen whispered to her. "They're friends." Something important must have happened, he thought, for why else would their bodyguards be here?
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Re: "A Quest Of Friends" « Result #9 on Dec 20, 2009, 5:40pm »
IC: Tebo Lewis and Bentfeather, morning at the library.
Tebo Lewis awoke in the dorm area of the library, lightly stretching to uncover his eyes. There was something soft in his arms, and he thought it was the pillow; but the soft thing stirred and stretched of it’s own accord, making him jerk away slightly. Finally the feathery form uncurled to reveal the bleary form of his mentor, Bentfeather; and his image became all that much clearer after he reached and put on his spectacles. By this time Bentfeather had figured out where he was, and was seen looking at him sheepishly.
“Um, please excuse the intrusion last night…”, Bentfeather said with a stiffened jaw. “I guess I was more scared than I thought…”, he looked to the nest box on the beaureau with guilt.
“It’s all right, my friend.”, Tebo said turning to a sitting position. “It made me dream I was a little boy again, and I had a plush Stegosaur doll I used to sleep with… It was quite a comfort on dark nights back then...”
“I used to snuggle with Nicolai that way…”, Bentfeather remembered. “Humans are warm when they’re sleeping…”
“Well,… Any time you need to be warm, by all means!”, Tebo smiled and smoothed his morning plumage before getting up to get dressed.
“Where do you suppose Frik slept last night?…”, Bentfeather flapped to the beaureau. “From the stealth she shows in guarding us, it could have been anywhere…”
“She was here. In this room.”, Tebo said, sniffing. “She was wearing some perfume last night, and it’s strongest here, by the door.”
“And she got in and out of here without us even knowing!…”, Bentfeather hopped onto Tebo’s shoulder. “Her professionalism is amazing!”
“What do we do now?”, Tebo said. “Today’s another day, but under the present circumstances...”
“Well, since we know nothing more than we did last night, I suggest we go about our daily business.”, Bentfeather said. “Don’t we have a class today with Hazen?”
“Yes, and there is the Debate Club that we need to cater… I looked at the roster last night!”, Tebo said. “It seems their topic for discussion today will be ‘flowers‘…”
“They will argue about anything!…”, Bentfeather chuckled as they went down to his office.
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Little did any of them know, Frik was nowhere in the library when they woke up; for she had been up since dawn, first chore being to search the whole library and locate every entrance and window. Her next task was to scan the outside of the building to detect any possible way someone could enter unseen out there, and try to actually enter from those places to test the difficulty and time involved in the task; for then she could calculate how long it would take for someone to enter, and show how long it would take for her to do so if the situation called for it.
This done, Frik walked away from the library, across to the city proper; off to find Frak, her mate, and see how he fared during the night. She knew his smell well, and found him near the Hall Of Hadrosaurs; under an awning still asleep!
“Wake up!…”, Frik whispered, prodding him gently. They nuzzled. “How went it?”
“I kept looking in on him where his charge stays.“, Frak told her. “I circled the whole block many times until I could no longer stay awake.“
“You should not look in like that, dear.”, Frak scolded. “You might have frightened them both!”, she looked around at the waking sounds softly manifesting themselves. “And there was no need to patrol like that… Just basic surveillance of the entrances would do… And if you asked, you could have slept inside, in a warm bed!…“, she patted his dome, smiling. “You’re not too good at this, aren’t you?”
“How did yours go?”, asked Frak whisperingly, and when she told him what transpired with her last night, the male Pachycephalosaur was outraged! “I insist we tell the proper authorities at once!”
“Shh…!”, she hushed. “Please remember, I hadn’t actually caught them in doing anything wrong.”, she said softly. “We must wait until they do something incriminating before they can be apprehended. It would only tip them off if we send guards to arrest them at this time, and we would never know who was at the bottom of this.”
“I guess you’re right, my love…”, said Frak.
The street was beginning to wake up, as stirrings were heard strongly in all the buildings. “Look, you continue guarding mister Hazen, and I will go back to guarding sir Bentfeather after filing our reports.”, she nuzzled him and quickly scampered out of the area.
The citizens that were just getting up soon left their homes to go about their daily business; and Frik strolled right along with them, briefly chatting with this or that passer by as she went to her next destination. At a kiosk near the head of the street she stopped, and gently shook the attending Postal bird awake. This one in this kiosk was a cohort of hers, and though he went by the name of 74, his real name was Derek. He hitched and thrashed where he sat a second, and then recognized Frik for what she was, but addressed her by her alias anyway.
“Good morning miss Natasha.”, said he. “How may I be of service?”
“Just wonderful, my friend!…”, said she, then passed over several rolled up notes. “I would like these sent to my constituents, if you don’t mind.”, actually, they were to go to the guard barracks, the mayor’s assistant, the Archaeological Guild, the Investigator’s beaureau and the speaker for the Dinotopian Council in that order; and reported of what transpired last night.
“Have a lot of business prospects, I see…”, Derek commented.
“There is a lot going on.”, Frik agreed.
“Well, I’m sure everything will turn out well.”, said he, summoning several of his cohorts and assigning their destinations.
“Those are my hopes too.”, Frik agreed, and swiftly left before the small squadron of Postal Birds took off.
Frik, dressed in her good attire though she had worn it all night, regally climbed the steps and pushed the doors inward; but even though she was not the first patron of the library, she was pretty close. She nodded at Jake manning the desk and went directly to the cartography department once more, spreading her ficticious research out on the table before sitting. It was many handfulls of moments before she smelled Tebo coming near in an adjoining aisle, and several more before he wheeled a book trolley into the area. She put on her best airs and spoke.
“Well, there is that charming young man who helped me last night!”, Frik said. “Are you the curator to this establishment?… What is your name, if I may ask?”
“I am Tebo Lewis, an apprentice librarian.”, said Tebo.
“I am lady Natasha, and I must make commendations on your fine service…”, Frik said. “Is the library curator currently available? I must tell him or her!…”
“He is preparing to teach a class at the moment, but I will see if he is available.”, tebo told her, trying to play along without smirking. “If you would follow me?…”
Frik got up and followed tebo and his cart to where he stowed it temporarily, which was on the way to Study Room 1. They both nodded or otherwise greeted a few patrons in their own way along the way, and Tebo held the door open for the regal looking Pachycephalosaur. As the boy looked inside, Tebo saw Bentfeather go over a few things in a book before raising his head and smiling.
“Well, well!…”, said he. “Come in, come in!… To what do I owe thius visit?”
“Your apprentice does excellent work.”, said miss Natasha, AKA. Frik. “I wish to tell you this personally.”
“He does, doesn’t he…”, Bentfeather said as Tebo closed the Study Room door to drown out the noise the Debate Club was making down the hall. Frik turned suddenly to listen at the door a second before speaking.
“About the matter I made known to you last night,…”, Frik said in a no-nonsense tone. “I have sent word of my findings to my superiors and all concerned parties. The only thing to do is to wait for their decision of what to do about it. In the mean time, my mate and I will continue to protect you and your cohorts from harm.”
“Er,… about your method of guarding us…”, Bentfeather said after digesting what she said. “Is it wise to guard us in such a stealthy way?”
“Rest assured, it is the only way.”, Frik smiled. “The method in which we guard insures that those that might do you any harm think you are not guarded. Thusly they will try other nefarious things and increase the possibility of their capture.”
“And I assume we are to go along with these ruses?”, Tebo asked.
“Precisely.”, Frik smiled at the boy, taking him aback. “And your performance so far is exceptional. Keep up the good work!”, she turned to Bentfeather. “I think he makes a wonderful actor!”, she sat at one of the chairs around the table.
Frik seemed the saurian of few words, so both human and Microraptor shrugged and continued preparing for todays lesson; and her staring at their progress did nothing to impede their progress. About an hour later the door opened, and Hazen Baker cautiously walked into Study Room 1, a small saurian trailing a short distance behind him; and both found their places in the room before noticing the visitor that was already there, and many moments later someone knocked at the door several minutes later. Frik knew from the smell that her mate had arrived, and rose to open the door… _
Re: "A Quest Of Friends" « Result #10 on Dec 18, 2009, 5:43pm »
OOC: I don't think you're overdoing it. BTW, sorry for the delay in a reply. Bit of a hectic last part of the week.
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IC: Frak, following Hazen Baker, Waterfall City
Frak wondered to himself why this human wouldn't just relax. The human was very clearly heading to one of the major residence halls in the city, but his body language showed that he was uneasy about the whole thing. As long as he was around, the human would have no harm come to him! Still, far be it for him to judge what might be going through that human's mind. His pauper's disguise drew a couple glances from passersby, but they gave him pitiful looks before returning to their business. So far, so good. He would need to rendezvous with Frik tomorrow and see if she learned anything but for now, his task was to keep this human safe.
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Perhaps if Hazen was able to see Frak and know where he was, he might have been able to relax. He had plenty to be nervous about, from hoodlums that may have wanted to capture him and interrogate him about what he knew to someone taking Redcrest for the same purpose. He maintained a brisk pace on his way back to the Hall of Hadrosaurs. Occasionally, he'd glance behind him or look at shop windows and see the reflection, but it looked like he was okay. He thought there may have seen some dirtbag in rags before, but he thought little of it and continued.
He arrived at the room and tested the door. Still locked. "Good girl," he said quietly. Then, a little louder, he began to sing, as per the plan to let Redcrest it was really him. "The sun is shining in the sky. There ain't a cloud in sight. It's stopped raining. Everybody's in the play and don't you know it's a beautiful new day. Hey-ey." After getting through the first chorus, the lock tripped open and Hazen stepped inside.
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Frak saw the door he stepped through. It appeared to be some hadrosaur's abode. Perhaps his Partner's. He ducked into a nearby alley and began to write a quick note, as well as changing his disguise. He now wore the trappings of a tourist: bag slung over him, colorful bands, and a visor on his head. He came back to the door and knocked on it.
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No sooner had Hazen closed the door behind him than he knelt down and hugged Redcrest. "You miss me?" he asked her. Redcrest nodded. A tummy rumble indicated that she was hungry. She hadn't had anything for noonmeal and, now that Hazen thought of it, neither had he. He stood up and said, "I'll make you some food, okay?" He ran some water and was about to put it on to boil when he heard a knock on the door.
He looked at Redcrest and said, "I need you to go to your room for a bit, okay?" Redcrest recognized his nervous look from earlier today and did as she was told. After grabbing a human-sized fire poker, Hazen slowly opened the door and saw a Pachycephalosaurus standing outside. He had a bewildered look on his face. Not daring to put himself at a disadvantage, Hazen said, "What do you want?"
The Saurian looked around, still confused. "Excussssse me, kind ssssir, I sssseem to be a bit losssst. Could you direct me to Commerc-sssss-e Square?"
Hazen sized up the Saurian again, recognizing him as Frak. He quickly mulled over whether or not he should play with this ruse or not. It was against his better judgement, but he decided that it would be best to trust him, if only this one time. "Y-yeah," Hazen said. He set the poker down and opened the door wider. He took a step outside and made gestures with his hand to indicate direction. "You need to head down this street for three blocks, make a right, and it should take you right there. Can't miss it."
As Frak listened to these directions, he slipped a piece of paper into Hazen's pocket. "Thank you very much, ssssir. Breathe deep." He then started on his way.
"Seek peace," Hazen replied. He went back inside and locked the door again. "It's alright!" Hazen called back to Redcrest, "You can come out." He put his hands into his pockets and discovered something that wasn't there before. He pulled it out. A note! He went over to the kitchen to read it.
Mister Hazen,
It would be most wise of you to minimize your travels tonight. Although I had not noticed any parties with an interest in where you were going, it could be because you are not as well-known as Sir Bentfeather. In any case, we cannot allow your identity - or what you know - to be compromised. Furthermore, you should relax. I sympathize with your concern, but your mannerisms will draw even more attention to yourself. I will try and contact Frik tomorrow morning to share information. Good night, and have no fear; for I will be close by all night long!
Hazen folded the piece of paper up and threw it into the fire, figuring it would be best that no trace of Frak's ever meeting him exist. He turned and saw Redcrest, who had been watching him read the note all this time. He looked back at the pot of water, seeing that it was starting to boil.
"What that?" asked Redcrest.
"What was what?" Hazen replied, trying to cover it up.
"That paper. How come it's in stove?"
"It was a note," Hazen said. "Grown-up stuff."
Redcrest huffed, not liking how all this grown-up stuff was happening. She tromped out of the kitchen and too her room. Hazen sighed to himself. He wished he could tell her what was going on, but not only would she not fully understand it, but he didn't want her to worry any more about her Partner than he knew she already did.
After several minutes, eveningmeal was ready to be served. He kept the pots simmering on a nearby plate as he walked to Redcrest's room. "Redcrest," he called. "It's time to eat." Silence. "Redcrest," Hazen said, "I'm serious. Your meal is going to get cold." He tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Redcrest, come on!" He knocked on the door a couple more times before it finally opened.
There was something about a young child's genuine anger that pierces straight to the heart. It was clear to Hazen that, regardless of species, this was true. Hazen sighed. "Look," he said, "I'm sorry that I've been keeping secrets. But believe me when I say that I don't want you to be hurt."
Redcrest didn't change her expression. She merely sidestepped him and went to the kitchen table. Hazen sighed and started to plate their meals. The silence as they ate was deafening. At least she was eating; that pleased Hazen. Then again, she was probably so hungry she could have eaten anything. When they finished, Hazen did the dishes while Redcrest returned to her room to sulk. When he finished, he went into the room, hoping to cheer her up.
Redcrest was sitting in her nestbox with her back to the door. Hazen stood at the threshold and said, "Hey. Wanna talk for a bit?" Redcrest nodded slightly and chirruped an affirmative. Hazen came in and thought about how he should handle this. In the end, he climbed rather awkwardly into the nestbox and sat down next to her. "How do you get into these things?" he said, trying to get her to smile. Fortunately, she did.
After getting settled in, he looked at the Saurian child. Hazen sighed and said, "Redcrest, I know that you don't like feeling left out. I know Papa isn't here that much and neither is Seamus. I can only imagine how sad you feel about me, your Partner, treating you like they do. It's not that I don't like you or that I don't want you around. It's just . . . hard to explain."
Redcrest looked up and said, "How come?"
Hazen sighed. He knew that she needed to know what was going down and he got tired of lying to her. "It has to deal with . . . bad people. And they want to hurt my friend Bentfeather; remember him?" She nodded. "And I'm afraid that they may actually do it. And I'm just worried, that's all." Hazen gave her a hug. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, but there's a lot of things that are happening that's kind of scaring me."
"Be brave," Redcrest said, echoing what he said to her earlier today.
Hazen smiled. "I will," he said.
That night, Hazen informed Redcrest that he would be spending the night here. After getting ready for bed, Hazen was about to let her sleep when she wailed out of fear. Hazen turned to look what was going on. "There!" she said, pointing at the window. "It gone!"
Hazen climbed into the nestbox to comfort her. "What did you see?"
"Scary thing. Had a big head with pointy things!" Hazen tried to put the image together and he figured that it must have been Frak.
He smiled slightly and said, "Hey, I won't let him hurt you. He's gone now 'cause I scared him away." Redcrest began to calm down. "There we go," Hazen said. "Time to go to bed now." He was about to get out of the nestbox when she grasped his shirt.
"Stay," she said. Hazen looked at the window and the door before looking back at Redcrest. The look of terror and panic in her eyes made him realize how wrong it would be to let her sleep alone tonight.
"Okay," Hazen said. "I'll stay here tonight." He did his best to get comfortable in the nestbox with her and got under her blanket. She scooched closer to him and put an arm over his chest. "Have a good night," Hazen whispered to her.
"Night-night," Redcrest replied back. Hazen rubbed a hand down her neck, trying to soothe her to sleep. Soon, she was out and Hazen drifted off soon after that. Just as he went out, he saw the silhouette of a Pachycephalosaur in the window. "Good night, Frak," he mumbled slightly.
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