Rangers of the Dancing Lawn!

"AAAGHH!" he shrieked, and limped into the light. It was...A HOBBIT!:eek:

"That was quite rude!" He yelled @ Elindilly.:D

Suddenly Machia appeared in front of the hobbit, grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him off of the ground... "Arrrrr!!!! Who be ye an' what be ye doin' here?" The First Mate growled, "Arrrrr.... Start talkin'!! We don't be takin' too kindly to spies in this camp..." The "click" of a pistol being loaded was heard right before it was pointed in the hobbit's face... "Gar, so I'd start explainin' everythin' to me... Who an' what ye are an' what yer doin' sneakin' 'round the camp stealin' apple pies... Arrr, stealin' apple pies be a major offense in my book..." Machia scowled at the hobbit, who's feet were dangling a good ways off the ground....:D
 
ooc::eek: oh the horror! Its turned into a Seany RP!:eek: *gaspz**faint*

So what exactally are us pirates doing..............since it seems Saruman has dissappeared until further notice? Are we going back to the ship or staying here? Going back to sea or staying on land? I have some ideas, but I dunno...

ic: Fyn heard Machia yelling at a hobbit. She shook her head, everyone got edgy when they were bored out of their minds. Fyn took up practicing knowing how there was something in front of her or how she knew who was who and where they were. So far, she could walk around this messy camp, and clean up, knowing where everything went and what everything was by the feeling. So far the camp was decently clean, blankets folded by the tents and the fire pits cleaned out. She made sure clutter was picked up off the ground. She tidied everything, making sure everything was in place. She was getting better at telling people apart too. Her heart had mended some, but she was still quieter than normal.
 
ooc::eek: oh the horror! Its turned into a Seany RP!:eek: *gaspz**faint*

So what exactally are us pirates doing..............since it seems Saruman has dissappeared until further notice? Are we going back to the ship or staying here? Going back to sea or staying on land? I have some ideas, but I dunno...

ic: Fyn heard Machia yelling at a hobbit. She shook her head, everyone got edgy when they were bored out of their minds. Fyn took up practicing knowing how there was something in front of her or how she knew who was who and where they were. So far, she could walk around this messy camp, and clean up, knowing where everything went and what everything was by the feeling. So far the camp was decently clean, blankets folded by the tents and the fire pits cleaned out. She made sure clutter was picked up off the ground. She tidied everything, making sure everything was in place. She was getting better at telling people apart too. Her heart had mended some, but she was still quieter than normal.

The hobbit turned white and suddenly went limp in Machia's hand... Machia looked at him with mild curiosity and gently put him on the ground.... "Arrrrr!!! Dead Tom! Keep watch over this here beardless dwarf, or what ever it is... Gar, DV me the moment he be wakin' up...." Machia stuck his pistol back in his belt and pulled his hat lower over his face as he took an apple out of his pocket... The First Mate saw Fyn, walking slowly around the camp... He took one step and then teleported beside her...

But right before he hit the ground, he was suddenly frozen in mid teleport for a split second... His head gave a painful throb and then, just as suddenly, the teleport stopped and he was standing by Fyn... "Arrr... that was weird..." he muttered under his breath, "Must be teleportin' too much..." Then he tunred to Fyn,

"Arrrr... Ahoy thar Matey... Haven't talked to ye in a while... How be ye?"
 
"Managing..." she said. "How have you been...besides the hobbit..." she asked. It was like her line, always making sure everyone was okay. She was presently folding a blanket.
 
"Managing..." she said. "How have you been...besides the hobbit..." she asked. It was like her line, always making sure everyone was okay. She was presently folding a blanket.

"Arrr.. can't really complain... Jus' been doin' me normal duties... I jus' wish that we'd do somethin' besides sittin' here waitin' fer an attack, but the FF haven't had time fer a meetin' yet..." Machia watched as she folded another blanket... Then he adjusted his hat and said with a half smile... "Arrr... How long have ye been workin' Fyn? Ye were already up when I woke up this mornin'... Gar, I don't suppose that it be any use to try to convince ye to take a break from workin'... Even though every bit o' the camp be organized within an inch o' it's life..." Machia gave another half smile...
 
"Arrr.. can't really complain... Jus' been doin' me normal duties... I jus' wish that we'd do somethin' besides sittin' here waitin' fer an attack, but the FF haven't had time fer a meetin' yet..." Machia watched as she folded another blanket... Then he adjusted his hat and said with a half smile... "Arrr... How long have ye been workin' Fyn? Ye were already up when I woke up this mornin'... Gar, I don't suppose that it be any use to try to convince ye to take a break from workin'... Even though every bit o' the camp be organized within an inch o' it's life..." Machia gave another half smile...

She smiled a little at the last comment. "That's my job..." she said, with a smile in her voice. "Everyone leaves things lying around...I pick 'em up. Plus when its organized, you can find things and spies easier."
 
*wonders if being the leader of the rangers she should give the command to have Sean-Sparky-Gondor Knight of Narnia flogged...for all the trouble he's caused.*
 
She smiled a little at the last comment. "That's my job..." she said, with a smile in her voice. "Everyone leaves things lying around...I pick 'em up. Plus when its organized, you can find things and spies easier."

"That be true." Twilight walked up behind her and gave an approving smile. "Oy, you pirates! Come over here and see this!" The pirate gunners ran up and clustered around Twilight. She pointed to Fyn, whose cheeks were turning a bit red as all the pirates stared at her. "There is a prime example of how a pirate should act when usin the powder room. Yeah, so yer messy in the "mess hall" or while at camp, but when yer in the powder room, unless there's a full scale battle goin' on, I don't want to find no weaposn, or matches, or flint or rags lyin around where all the powder is. Maybe ye'll decide to act more like Fyn when the ship is blown to pieces around yer ears! Now go out there and show me yer weapons ye landlubbers, and they'd better be clean!!!"
 
Suddenly Machia appeared in front of the hobbit, grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him off of the ground... "Arrrrr!!!! Who be ye an' what be ye doin' here?" The First Mate growled, "Arrrrr.... Start talkin'!! We don't be takin' too kindly to spies in this camp..." The "click" of a pistol being loaded was heard right before it was pointed in the hobbit's face... "Gar, so I'd start explainin' everythin' to me... Who an' what ye are an' what yer doin' sneakin' 'round the camp stealin' apple pies... Arrr, stealin' apple pies be a major offense in my book..." Machia scowled at the hobbit, who's feet were dangling a good ways off the ground....:D

OOC-Sorry I took so long to respond...

IC-"AAAH!!" Shouted the hobbit. "PUT ME DOWN YOU RUFFIAN! I was invited..er,rescued by the King of Numenor! He said there'd be a ship to take me home...but he disappeared several days ago and I haven't heard word since!"The hobbit squirmed n' wriggled
 
OOC-Sorry I took so long to respond...

IC-"AAAH!!" Shouted the hobbit. "PUT ME DOWN YOU RUFFIAN! I was invited..er,rescued by the King of Numenor! He said there'd be a ship to take me home...but he disappeared several days ago and I haven't heard word since!"The hobbit squirmed n' wriggled

"Arrrr... King o' Numenor? Gar, The name sounds slightly familar, but ye better remind me o' where this Numenor place be, who be their king an' what business he has sendin' his little spies into our camp..." Machia adjusted his pistol so it was pointing directly at the Hobbit's face... "Arrr... An' ye still haven't answered me question of what exactly ye are... I'm guessin' a beardless dwarf o' some kind... No offense to any other dwarves present o' course..." He said nodding respectfuly to a dwarf who was passing nearby carrying a barrel of gunpowder...
 
Fyn smiled shyly at Twlight's compliement. "I could really do that too, for them, I mean, its not really that hard..." Fyn stated as she finished folding the blanket.
 
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Yes its a real movie. I can't wait.
 
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