Once again it's topsy turvy day

Veri + Family | July Plot

POSTED: Thu Jul 06, 2017 2:38 am

Dismantle the dangerous traps that the loners have placed within Casa, or get caught in one.
[340] - 1st trap, July 2nd


After the announcement about the unwanted visitors to their territory, Arlen had increased his training regiment. He doubled his laps in the morning, he began doing the yoga poses that Jace had taught him in combination with his familiar rapier forms. His chores remained, however there were new ones now added. One of them was rather easily done: strengthen the border.

The red Stryder was already known to spent quite a bit of his time outside the border, it was no big deal for him to make rounds and lay down a few more scent markers. With his rapier at his side in case of an emergency, he trotted along with his held high. He kept his gaze fierce in case any trespassers were looking in on the Cavaliers. They would look in and see a prime specimen of the warriors they would find within.

Just as he was puffing himself up and preening for the suspected onlookers, Arlen found his world turned upside down, literally. A most undignified yelp preceded the huge jerk of his right ankle and the rustling of the branches that pulled him from the earth he had been so firmly planted on just moments before. For a few agonizing heartbeats, he bobbed beneath the tree with his arms shielding his head in case he fell back to the ground.

When at last his body stilled to a manageable amount, he moved his arms and opened his eyes. The result was absolutely staggering to the boy. His white shirt fell from his stomach and bunched around his armpits uncomfortably while his rapier smacked his back at every motion. He pulled himself as far up as he could to see a rope firmly wrapped around his ankle and the trunk of the tree was too far away from his long arms to try to work his way up to undo it himself. He was stuck.

Swallowing his severely wounded pride, the youngest prince of Casa di Cavalieri began screaming. "Is anyone out there? Hello? I need help!"

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POSTED: Thu Jul 06, 2017 3:29 am

OOC Veri, Damon, and Isobel, coming to the rescue!

Veri knew no good could come from this. Her fur itched in an all too familiar way. Maybe no one else recognized the pattern, maybe they'd forgotten, but she hadn't. Just perhaps she was paranoid, but this time she hoped to be wrong. Every day since the announcement had been released, the healer and her children never went anywhere in the territory without their weapons. She even pushed Isobel to either always take a horse or never leave the Fort without another pack member. Today all three of them were out in the territory, fanned out to search for the scent of trespasser's. Veri and Isobel were on horseback, but Damon, being too big for the average horse, had settled for his Secui form.

Nothing had occurred so far, but Veri never let her eyes stop in their scan for foreign movement, her body tensed for action. Seeker jostled only a little beneath her, ready to spring forward at her slightest command. It came as a start for all three of them as the sound of yelp flew around them. For a moment they all stood stock still and listened, ears twitching every which way to catch even a whisper of noise. The cries for help let them all relax just a little at the same time as they grew concerned. Each of them knew that voice well.

Damon was the first to take off at a lope in its direction. "Arlen, we're coming!' he hollered toward his friend, his chest tight in worry. While there was due cause to be concerned, he didn't expect the sight he beheld as the black male burst through a brush, followed on his heels by Veri. Isobel, being not the greatest horsewoman, lagged behind a little more as she struggled to catch up on Buckeye. Veri had to cover a laugh with a quiet cough, however the smallest smirk could be seen at the edge of her lips. "Need some help hon?" she asked kindly, a sparkle in her mixed blue irises.

Damon finally recovered from his surprised gaping enough to smirk widely, not even bothering to hide it. "Yeah man, you look a little hung up." he quipped without shame. Veri snorted a laugh softly but glared at her son. "Damon, be nice!" she scolded. "But mom, he's just so high strung right now, I think it's all he can do to not be roped in by his own ensnarement."

"You're terrible, stop it." she said again, but the smile belied her amusement.
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POSTED: Thu Jul 06, 2017 4:47 am

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It didn't take very long for his cries to be answered. He thought that it wouldn't matter just who found him. He was wrong. While he was glad that it wasn't a sibling who had found him in this precarious position, for they would never let him live it down, he wasn't exactly thrilled to find the dark, strong face of his friend Damon staring back at him.

While his would be saviors had their little laugh at him, Arlen crossed his arms across his chest, weighing down his shirt back against his torso where it belonged. He did his best to look at them sternly, but unfortunately it didn't seem to be working. Veri did her best to remain calm, but Damon had no such qualms. He started spewing pun after pun at the boy who was trapped in a most precarious position. Normally, Arlen would have not only laughed but joined in the fun. Normally, nothing could damper the boys spirits. Normally, he was right-side up. This. Was. Not. Normal.

"Damon would you stop laughing long enough to get me down from here." His composure slipped fast, pitch of his voice rising with each word. At "down", he couldn't help but fling his arms out for effect. Unfortunately, it had the unintended side effect of making him begin to spin on his little rope. This only served to fuel the flames of Arlen's hysterics. "Somebody get me down! Please?!"

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POSTED: Fri Jul 07, 2017 6:44 am

OOC here

The expression Arlen threw in their direction only made the whole picture worse. Veri, desensitized by becoming a mother and the various antics her children could come up with, was capable to only react with a smile and sparkle in her eyes. Damon had grown up with his sister, and she'd done some silly things as a pup, but this...this took the cake for the black furred male. The puns seemed to flow with ease as soon as he started at them. Despite his friends distress at said puns, Damon's cheeky smile didn't diminish. "I'm pretty sure I can do both," he told the red Stryder confidently. But after Arlen began to flail after his pleaded to be released, the large wolf took pity on his friend and trudged closer.

In his halfling form he had the limited ability to stand on his hindlegs. He couldn't straighten all the way, but it was possible. He did this now, stretching toward the red furred male as much as he could, using his forelegs as a counterbalance. Here, grab my scruff to steady yourself," he offered, still smiling a bit. Later his friend would maybe laugh a little too, but for now he seemed distraught, so Damon didn't tease him any further. Veri began to move Seeker closer to the strung up Cavalier with her sword now drawn. "You thinking what I am?" Damon asked his mother.

"Yeah, I'll use my sword to cut the rope." as the Healer did this, another horse and rider appeared from the same direction they had. It was Isobel. The moment her green orbs caught sight of Arlen's predicament her jaw went slack in shock, openly gaping for a couple seconds until a grin split so wide across her muzzle that it crinkled up her eyes. The coywolf started giggling uncontrollably, which quickly divulged into such hard laughter that she bent forward over Buckeye's saddle, holding her middle. "Oh my god, you look ridiculous!" she managed to splutter.

The younger female bent so far forward in her near hysterical laughter that she actually lost her balance, and her stirrups. She tumbled headfirst over Buckeye's shoulder, but a startled yelp was her only reaction, once on the ground she continued to laugh, occasionally regaining herself a little, only to see Arlen, point, and splutter into a fit of laughter again. Damon rolled his eyes at his sister, knowing she enjoyed this way too much only because she didn't like Arlen at the moment. During all this, Veri had gotten Seeker as close as possible to the red furred male and had given her mount the command to hold still in her preparation to stand in the saddle. The healer completely ignored her daughter except for a disapproving glance.
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POSTED: Tue Jul 11, 2017 2:06 am

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Arlen stuck out a tongue at his halfing friend, choosing not to speak. Normally, nothing could keep the boy from chattering everyone's ear off. Today, not so much. See, Arlen knew himself and he knew the signs. He wasn't about to make the situation worse by letting everyone hear his voice crack in fear. Dangling from a tree upside down was bad enough.

He nodded at Damon's suggestion, reaching down and burying his red fingers in the older male's thick scruff. His watched as his digits disappeared in the black fur, choosing to concentrate on that rather than the upside down world around him. The stability of Veri's son allowed him to still his spinning as Veri herself approached to save him from his precarious position.

It was then that another set of horse's hooves alerted him to the approach of a third person. His jade eyes glanced up from Damon's black fur to the red face of his friend's sister and his current mortal enemy. Her slack jaw made his face twist and his stomach sink. Great, now the whole pack would know about how the Sola and Lune's youngest son got himself stuck in a trap in the most ridiculous manner.

The healer's daughter tumbled off her horse and it was Arlen's turn to drop a jaw. Disgusted with her, he finally snapped at someone. "Alright, it's not that damn funny Isobel." His growl was low yet still petulant and boyish as it cracked on her name. He grimaced at himself, wanting to hide his face in Damon's fur. "Just you wait 'til I get down there and we'll see who's laughing!"

The threat was almost meaningless though. He could feel the strain his ankle was under, having held him so high for so long. He'd be limping for the next day at least, but she didn't have to know that. In fact, she didn't have to know anything. It was his business and she should go hide her fat face somewhere else out of his sight.

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POSTED: Tue Jul 11, 2017 7:25 pm

OOC here

Damon only smiled wider at his friend in response to the stuck out tongue he received. But Damon was wise enough to know when someone was silent due to distress. When he reared up to his hindlegs and felt nimble red fingers sink into the scruff on his neck, the black male surreptitiously took a step closer to his friend and rubbed his cheek against Arlen's bicep in an attempt to calm the Stryder male. This was, however, proved fruitless when his sister showed up and started cackling her tail off. His ears and tail flicked in annoyance. Veri and himself might have laughed, but at least they were trying to help. Isobel remained where she'd fallen, holding her abdomen from the force of her giggles.

Arlen's growled outburst only confirmed to the older male how off this whole thing made him feel. "Just ignore her," he advised his friend, shooting his sister a disapproving look. It took Veri a couple seconds to stand in the saddle safely but once she did the healer grabbed hold of the rope tied around the red male's foot. "Okay, be ready now. Your bottom half is probably gonna land on Seeker, don't worry he won't spook. Damon, brace yourself to take the weight of his top half." she warned, reaching up with the hand which held her blade.

As sharp as it was it only took a few sawing motions to make the rope fray and snap under the red male's weight. Damon grunted as Arlen's chest came down on his shoulders - thank Fenris he'd spread his stance a little more and ducked his head so his friend would come down on his shoulders or back. The abrupt change in weight on his center of mass drove Damon onto his forepaws, but the large black Cadet caught himself with a quick bend of his knees to absorb the shock into all of his legs. For some reason he heard his mother start chuckling quietly. He turned to ask why....and saw Arlen, almost perfectly placed on his back. A little haphazard from the fall, but, mostly, on his back.

Veri returned herself to her proper position in the saddle, sheathing her sword, still smiling. "Well, that worked as well as anything else." a second later and the Officer had swung onto the ground and made her way to Damon's side. "Let me take a look at that ankle before you try to walk on it." if it was sprained then the healer would, kindly, request that her son continue to carry his friend back into the Fort where she could more properly tend it. Which, to be honest, would only be a few painkilling herbs and a bandage to support the joint, as well as a reminder to be gentle with it for a few days.

A throat was cleared to Damon's other side and he glanced from the corner of his eye to see Isobel on her feet, holding Buckeye's reins and looking a little sheepish. Quickly, as if unsure if she'd be brushed off or not, she closed the distance between them and awkwardly patted Arlen on the knee with her free hand. "I'm glad you're okay, aaaannndd I'm sorry I laughed so much, that was kinda mean of me..." she said, looking at her feet. "Even if you did look kind of ridiculous with your hair and stuff all..." her hand made a teetering motion, having no words.

Then she smiled a little and offered her hand toward the red male. "Truce?" she asked, more hesitant and shy than Damon or Veri had ever seen her.
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POSTED: Thu Jul 13, 2017 4:03 am

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Damon and Veri's attempts at comforting the distraught boy were lessened by the maniacal laughter coming from behind them. The red-haired boy looked at his red-haired nemesis with the closest thing to hate the prince could conjure. For one of the first times in his life, he was not grinning, laughing, or otherwise happy and energetic. He was tired and cranky and all too ready to snap at anyone who messed with him.

Veri began speaking instructions that the preoccupied kid only half heard, but he nodded anyway. What with the blood rushing to his ears and the world spinning and his ankle being sore, focusing on one woman's voice was beginning to grow difficult. Arlen saw a blade near his foot, assumed the best, and was ready to roll with it consequences be damned.

Rather than fall backwards with his bottom half on the horse as Veri had assumed would happen, Arlen's grip on Damon's scruff landed him in the forward perfect position to cling to the dark male's back. Unaware of what had happened, only that he was falling, the Stryder clung to what he landed on. His red arms wrapped firmly around Damon's neck, his face buried in a thick scruff, his legs were crushingly tight around the man's waist as if Arlen expected him to buck like a bronco.

The falling stopped and Len waited for his center of gravity to right itself before he opened his eyes and sat up. The sight of Veri on her horse confused him until he looked down to see an equally confused Damon beneath him. He felt his cheeks flush with embarassment and began to stammer out an apology while hiking a leg over his back to get off.

Veri halted him, examining his sore ankle before allowing him to move. She pressed into it causing him to wince. While it wasn't swollen yet, it probably would be within the hour.

A certain ahem gathered Len's attention and he turned to see a shockingly sheepish Isobel approaching. He squinted suspiciously before turning to face his full body towards her. She spoke what amounted for an apology in Isobel-land. Arlen's mouth flattened as she managed to mess up even that and make fun of him yet again. His eyes were sour when she extended her hand, his face wary. Just what was she trying to pull? However, a glance into her eyes spoke of truth and he grasped her hand. "...Truce, I guess."

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POSTED: Fri Jul 14, 2017 4:42 am

OOC here

Veri had tuned out the laughter of her daughter in favor of completing the task at hand, that being to release Arlen of his predicament before his ankle became dislocated from the sheer amount of weight it was being forced to hold at the moment. Later she would have a serious talk with Isobel about laughing at others less fortunate than herself, lest karma come back to bite her coywolf daughter in the tail. As soon as her blade cut through the rope, the Healer looked down to see where the red male would land. To her amusement his position had him come down on top of her son's back. Her chuckle was quiet, although it caught Damon's attention and alerted the black male to his sudden role as a makeshift mount.

Although Arlen was no lightweight and nearly as big as her son, Damon took it in stride and allowed for his legs to adjust to his new addition. Before the previously trapped male could hop off, however, she told him to stay put so she could examine the damage. The Healer was still feeling Arlen's ankle when a sheepish Isobel got his attention and did her best to apologize. A smile pulled across her muzzle that she hid by ducking her head closer to the injured joint under the pretense of sniffing for blood by rope burn or otherwise broken skin. She'd known her daughter and Arlen had been at odds for a while now, why was something only the two children would know, although she had her guesses. Isobel was a jealous type.

Straightening, she patted Arlen's leg. "You'll be sore for a few days but nothing seems out of place or broken. Damon can carry you back to the Fort and I'll wrap it up to give it some support, otherwise, just be gentle with it if you can. When you can apply weight or flex it without pain it's probably good as new." with that she turned to Seeker and mounted up effortlessly. Isobel followed suit with a lot less grace. Across Damon's muzzle a smile grew, one that could cause worry to blossom in one's chest. He looked sideways at Arlen, the corner of his grin just visible to the other male. "You might wanna hold on a little tighter...and grab my scruff." that was all the warning he gave before Arlen would feel a bunching of powerful muscles as Damon prepared to launch into a run.

His immediate burst of speed suffered due to the added weight of his passenger, and Damon could tell his stamina would tank as well, but after a few moments of getting into the motion of things it became easier and more natural to run with Arlen on his back. Soon he was running between the trees, mindful of the extra space he needed to either side to accommodate for Arlen's legs, until he came across open ground. Damon laughed and kicked it into another gear, flying across the ground now so the wind whipped at his mane.
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POSTED: Sat Jul 15, 2017 6:18 pm

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Truce made, Arlen shifted his weight on top of Damon, trying to be as little a load as possible for his friend. His face was still burning at the position and he couldn't help but ask, "Hey Damon, are you sure you can carry me?" Sure, Damon was strong, but Arlen was in his heaviest form and almost full grown now. As if in response, he felt the dark male re-position himself beneath him to make it a little more comfortable.

He looked up at Veri's direction and nodded with a sigh. Hopefully, it would be better within a few days. He couldn't wait much more than that or his training would suffer because of it. The girls mounted their steeds and Arlen smirked down at his own, twining his fingers into Damon's scruff gently. Apparently, not tight enough though. Ears pricked forward at Damon's word, he had little more warning that that when Damon burst forward with a great surge of energy.

Unable to keep himself steady, Arlen almost fell off of Damon backwards, only his legs saving him. Giggling manically at the situation, his smile was wide enough to make the corners of his eyes crease. He leaned forward over his friend, hands gripping the loose skin at Damon's neck rather than the plush fur that could be ripped out.

He felt his friend's muscles work between his legs, his ribs expanding to accommodate the extra oxygen needed to move this much weight. They broke free from the trees and Damon began sprinting. Arlen leaned up, no longer worrying about the balance required to weave through the woods. The wind pulled and tugged at his curls, white shirt billowing out behind him. He let out a laughing, whooping cry at the sight of the fort coming closer in their vision.

Damon slowed down as the walked through the gates and the eyes of their packmates were on them. Despite the initial embarrassment, Arlen couldn't drop the stupid grin and he buried his face in Damon's neck to hide it until they were out of sight.

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