Test victims...er, subjects are so hard to come by these days. and SCIENCE!

Cheshire, Flicktail, Anomen, and Fargo discuss the ethics of fattening Fargo to death so Cheshire can do a study on weasel anatomy.

Heavy boots can be heard coming up the stairs. Cheshire looks this way and that to make sure the coast is clear before opening the door to the infirmary. For once he is not on duty, but his /experiments/ demand certain herbs and its either gather them here or head on out into the wilderness to get them. He caustiously opens the door to make sure he won't get hassled into sewing up some arm or leg or reatatching somebodies arm. You never could tell with these Abbey beasts. For a bunch of pacifists they sure get stabbed a lot...then again, maybe that IS the reason they get stabbed a lot..

Flicktail see's Cheshire and screeches!

The cat screeches in turn! "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! What's wrong! Is there a spider on my head? Am I bleeding? Did that cadavar I tried to reanimate last night come to life and is stalking the halls behind me!"

Flicktail blink blinks at Cheshire "You..your not gonna jump off teh roof again are you?

Anomen frowns, "He tried to jump off the roof?"

Flicktail says, "no he pretty much did it"

Tilting his head to the side Cheshire rubs his eyes and sighs, "I think you know full well that I won't be trying /THAT/ again...cough at least not this week cough cough." The cat looks between the champion and the guard before saying again, "Excuse me gental beasts but I am very busy and I just need to grab something I forgot to..." The cat is interupted by the sound of someone shouting, "MURDERER!" Cheshire turns in time to see a very portly grey furred weasel march into the room, forcing the cat against the edge of a bed and poking him harshly in the chest, "You bleedin cat! You tried to kill me!"

Flicktail says, "Cheshire.. watch out yer backing into the dirt pile I was sweepin up!"

Anomen blinks "Umm..what is going on and I wouldnt argue in here"

GAH! Dirt! GAH! Angry weasel! Cheshire doesn't quite know how to respond to this so Fargo answers for him, "This beast hired me on as a test subject, some kind of study on weasel anatomy...post mortem! You were going to kill me!" He pokes the cat again in the chest, finely Cheshire pushes the weasel away and dusts himself off, and then his tail which got into the dirt, "Correction, I was going to let you kill yourself on heavy eating and drinking." He looks at the weasels terrified expression and rolls his eyes, "What? I needed to study weasel anatomy and you are the only weasel here." he pauses then adds, "It's not like the abbey beasts would just let me stab you in the back now will they!"

Anomen says, "I think I will...got get something to drink""

Flicktail looks at Cheshire "Well we wouldn't let you..and we are aboutto have a feast

Cheshire steeples his paws together and purs, "Oh good...I think a feast should be enough to do Fargo in." Fargo gasps in shock then growls angirly, "See? He IS trying to kill me!" The cat laughs at this, "Oh no, im not trying to kill you, just nudging you in the right direction, I mean come on, how long did you expect to live on a diet like yours anyway?"

Flicktail offers Fargo a bisckut "Like a Biscut Fargo?

Fargo turns to the fox, taking the bisket, "Oh why thank you! I really could go for a GAH! You are doing it too now! It's a conspiricy!" Cheshire laughs, prodding the weasel in his thickened belly, "Look at it this way Fargo. You're sacrifice will prove benificial for SCIENCE. Right after I slice you open like a melon and examine all your innards in great detail, especially the icky bits with...Fargo? Hey! Where are you going! You'll be long dead before we get to that stage!" The cat calls out to the fleeing weasel.

Flicktail says, "no no..I just wonted ta know if ya wanted a Biscut...." Flicktail asks, "Wot is wrong wi im?"

The feline shrugs, "Some beasts just don't have the stomach for SCIENCE. Pitty too because it's his stomach I was wishing to study. And his liver, spleen, kidneys and well, you get the drift." Cheshire rubs his chin for a bit then asks, "...maybe you could...hurry up his, you know..." He runs a claw across his own throat."

Flicktail says, "I don't knowwot all that stuff iss Chesh...um the dibbuns been looking for you, something about mud pies"

The feline shivers, "And people wonder why I lock myself in my lab all the time." Shaking his head Cheshire says, "Frankly for an abbey I expected much more discipline out of the dibbuns here.

Flicktail says, "I don'tthink any beast has evertamed a dibbun"

"Amen to that brother." The cat finishes dusting off his tail. "Pitty about Fargo. I was really hopefull he would co operate and let me disect him. Oh well, I suppose I will just have to find another beast I can study," He peers at the fox next to him saying, "Hey Flick..." he begins

Flicktail says, "I do notthink you will find anything like that ere Chesh..unless you jump off th roof again"

"Drat!" The cat curses, "I suppose I will have to head north again. There is no end to beasts about to keel over from disseases and poor diets in Black Gull." The cat then looks around twice before saying, "You don't think those...DAB dibbuns would follow me out of the Abbey, do you? I can only deal with so many pots and pans being tied to my tail.

Flicktail says, "i hear they be everywhere"

"Lovely..." The cat's tail flicks from side to side as he thinks, "Prehaps then I am in need of your help. Surely there is some kind of bandit or rouge you can bring me as a test subject. Appearently the world will fall appart if one weasel should kick the bucket, but no one cares about bandits, right?"

Flicktail says, "nay we care about all beasts Cheshire, even you"

The cat is touched, by the fox's kind comment. Then after a moment to sound it out in his head Cheshire blinks twice, "Wait...what?"

Flicktail says, "Truely we Like you Cheshire...your a decent beast"

The cat takes a moment to smile, and for once it doesn't send a sense of foreboding doom. "Darn right I am!" Turning to the shelves behind him Cheshire grabs the herbs he came for. "but thank you for saying so."

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It was thus decided that a healthy day of SCIENCE should end with a healthy dose of FOOD. The cat has really been neglecting the basic necessity and it shows upon his skinny frame. Fargo however has not been neglecting this necessity at ALL, and it shows as well. Cheshire is actually quite surprised to see the hefty weasel sitting in the great hall, head resting on the table. Pausing for a bit Cheshire considers his next move, sure Fargo is vastly over weight but he is just as tall as the cat, and Cheshire bruises easily should Fargo decide to take a swing at him.

Flicktail is out looking for Fargo "Fargo where are ya lad? I am worried about ya" he says walking along witch Cheshire pointing out dirt patches here and there

Ah yes, Flicktail knows him well. Stepping around each dirt pile the cat replies, "Er, yes! We wanted to see if you are alright!" The weasel rolls his eyes and retorts, "You mean, am I still alive and kicking?" The weasel sends them both a nasty glance, causing the feline to hide behind the fox.

Flicktail hols out a pw "I wish you no Harm Fargo... I like you and ye are a friend

Flicktail says, "I can get you some Lettus if you prefer....."

Fargo shakes his head instead of shaking the fox's paw, "No thanks. For some reason I lost my appitite all together today." He says in a kind but rather depressed tone. Cheshire nervously rubs the back of his neck. And people call HIM moody. All he wanted to do was feed a weasel until he killed over from natural causes and then study his inner workings, is that so wrong?

Flicktail says, "well we are having a Celebration tamorrow" he says brightly "And your invited Fargo.. all safe"

Fargo ears pick up at the mention of a feast, "A feast...and...and no one is going to disect me afterward?" He says pointedly to Cheshire who replies, "Of course not. That would be unethical...here at least."

Flicktail says, "nope I garuntee it personally" he smiles and tosses a dirt ball at Cheshire"

Fargo laughs as the cat screeches in terror at the sight of dirt colliding with his snout. He runs out of the great hall shouting, "GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!" The weasel shakes his head in mirth, "Ok, I will have to remember that if Cheshire tries to do something to me."

Flicktail says, "yea.. i hated to do that, I liek to keep Cheshire around, e makesme laugh......I must say you are quite teh weasel...glad to knowyou"

Fargo smiles, "Yeah, he makes me laugh and he right about one thing. I won't live to see old age if I don't get my tail in gear and go on a diet. Prehaps I will start one...tomarrow...after the feast."

Flicktail says, "thats likely a good time aye"

Fargo tilts his head to the side, "So what are Abbey feasts like. In my home land my people told stories of how Redwallers dined on the prisoners that tried to take the abbey." He waves a paw in the air, "Of course they said a lot of things to justify losing to a bunch of pacifist warriors..."

Anomen

A tall squirrel with reddish brown fur and black tipped ears. He has gotten some muscles since his dibbun seasons and is now a full grown beast. The tail of this beast is bushy like most of his kind and black tipped. His eyes are a kind gentle blue and show kindness and wisdom. He wears a red tunic and green pants and a vest and acorn pin that shows he is a guard of Redwall and one that's happy to be back.

Flicktail

You see before you a Tall Muscular arctic fox. His fur is almost a blue white and is quite lush, thick and warm, except for his "Boots and Gloves" . Soft short velvety black fur coverers his paws to his elbows and his foot paws to his knees. Behind him, in almost constant motion is a thick lush brushy white tail, his pride and joy, tipped with some black fur, while large white ears tipped in black rotate on his head to catch different sounds. Rich golden eyes regard you warmly. Flick wears a simple red tunic made of thin cotton for the summer, and a blue tunic with a green belt, held together with a silver belt buckle shaped like an acorn. The Cloak is held with an Acorn Clasp, symbol of Redwall Abbey

Fargo

Words fail to describe just how large the weasel before you is. The beasts body seems to bulge at every corner as it tries frantically to put the excess calories Fargo so loves to eat somewhere without stopping his heart. His chest, flank, even tail are thickened with weasel meat. The weasel's belly portrudes outward like a giant iron cooking pot wrapped around his middle, giving Fargo a very well rounded pair shape.

The next detail you notice is Fargo's fur. He is covered head to toe in light grey fur that drifts towards white as it nears the weasel's chin and midriff. His ears and tail are both tipped in black fur as are the fingers of his paws. A black mask runs across his hazel eyes.

Over his grey fur Fargo wears rather simple clothing. A short sleeved brown cloth vest adorns his shoulders. It has a trio of brass buttons that are never used as the weasel leaves the vest open to expose his chest and middle. Under his vast waist line Fargo wears a loose fitting pair of trousers made from a lighter shade of brown cloth held up by an otter hide belt.

Cheshire

You see before you the great and wonderfull Cheshire the Inventor! Dispite his grandeous and often overwhelming attitude the young cat has a scrawny appearence. His fur is black save for a white spot on his chin that stretches down his neck and chest. His paws also have white fur about his claws on both his feet and hand paws. The cat has large oval shaped green eyes and can easily crack a cheshire styled grin from ear to ear with his sparkling white teeth.

The cat covers himself in simple but comfortable clothing. He wears a tan long sleeve tunic and long dark brown trousers. His foot paws are covered in thick lizard skin boots.

When working he usually wears a cloth work appron. He is also uaually wearing thick leather gloves.