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Donnel paused at the woman's remark. That wasn't it! "It ain't fer nostalgia!" He quipped. "It's there 'cause I gots used ta it! Would be weird without it..." Now that he thought about it, he couldn't really imagine forgetting it.

"As fer my hair... Well that there's a matter o' preference." He said, trying to sound more grown-up and failing miserably. "Accordin' ta Ma I got Pa's hair and his was crazy! Ma says she never coulds control it and even lost a comb in it once! So..." He fumbled on his words, unable to believe he was telling this pretty dragon lady what his problem was. "So it's cause of that there, yeah! I'm a mess, ya see?"

"Give it back."

"In just a minute!" Tiki insisted as she inspected his unusual headgear. "I don’t understand…Why do you prefer this over a specially made helmet?" For as long as she had lived, Tiki just could not understand the way some people’s minds worked.

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Will not break... It broke! || Virion & Donnel

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"Ya’ll can bet yer noble whiskers I’m sure! …Well, if ya hads whiskers I guess." He added, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "I don’t means nuthin’ bad by that there comment, I swears!"

He paused again to catch himself from the vocal fumble before grinning a little. “You cans count on me! I’ll gets ya a new cup as quick as I can or my name ain’t Donnel!” He nodded, clearly determined, and was about to depart the scene of his accidental crime when he stopped in his tracks. “Just, uh, jus’ don’t lose it alright? I know ta you it’s any ol’ rock but…” Realizing that things were getting awkward (again), Donnel left, practically running to go fix the problem.

"Just don’t lose it!" He called from a distance.

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"I think I brokes it."

"T-that’s…. It is all right, Donnel. A mere cup. We shall just have to be more careful next time, yes? Ha, ha…"It was just a cup but, it had come from home. He couldn’t help but feel a little sadness at seeing the pile of shattered ceramic before him.

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At being told that his garden was unnecessary, Donnel had to nibble on his bottom lip to keep his mouth shut. "Beggin' yer pardon Your Knightness, but we've beens in tha same spot long enough fer half of it ta finish. Thems be fresh greens that have all that there energy that an army needs in them. Can'ts really complain abouts that, yeah?"

He couldn't complain though. At least he was okay with the traps. "Ya'll can come with me if ya wants Sir. They're alls over tha place though so I hopes yer okay with walkin' a smidgen." Donnel just hoped his traps had caught something. Naga forbid that the knight should see them at their worst.

“You say you can guess why no one attends Fitness Hour?”

Whoops. And there it was like Donnel should have expected. Sweating a little under his pot now, Donnel thought for sure his face was gonna bake from embarrassment. Still... His Ma had always told him to finish what he started and he always did! He sure couldn't change that habit now.

"Well, ya see your Sirness..." How to explain this, he wondered as he mused over his words. "Bein' what I ams, I gots used ta wakin' ups early fer work and what have ya but... I thinks a lot of these here people ain't used ta that. Ya'll are used ta it 'cause yer a knight but what abouts thems ones who ain't knights and stuff? Maybe if yer Fitness thing was a bit later and maybe not so... Forced, I guess? I don'ts know about them others but yer kinda intimidatin' when ya wants ta be!"

There. He said it. Donnel braced himself for the backlash but kept a straight face. Wouldn't do him much good to cower at this crucial moment (even if he had called him intimidating).

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"Sir huh? I thinks I can remember that." He said, giving the knight an earnest smile. "Pardon though if I forgets your Knightness! …I mean, sir! Shooey that didn’t take long…" He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as he listened to Frederick explain Fitness Hour.

"Dawn, really? I think I cans guess why no one goes but… Dawn’s the bestest time fer me ta be working on the gardens sir! The sun ain’ts too high and I don’t have ta worry about needin’ ta do other things yet!" He paused in his complaints when the knight addressed what he was doing at that moment. "Beggin’ yer pardons yer sirness but ye’re implyin’ that I’m slackin’ then yous can takes it back right now. I was inspectin’ as a whole and restin’ my back a bits before goin’ ta check on my traps." He nodded determinedly at his own words, practically pouting at the idea of being called a slacker. Sure he wasn’t a knight, but he was doing his best!

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Well... When he said it that way, Donnel almost believed him. It did sound more realistic when you looked at the word "battle" like it was multipurpose. Sure his tools weren't weapons and he wasn't on any kind of quest but... Yeah, he could see that.

Smiling when the boy (could he really call him that? he was older than he was!) knelt next time, Donnel gave a small nod. "Sure. I was about ta start harvestin' a couple 'o things. I'll just scurry on over and get them baskets and we'll sees how fast that twitchin' hand of yers can pluck up produce!"

He stood up and wandered over to the small wagon with his tools in it before grabbing two baskets and returning. "The turnips, the cucumbers and the lettuce are all ready ta go. I think tha tomatoes mights be too so lemme deal withs them. Sound good?" He asked, passing a basket over as he did.

Donnel & Owain: Reaping the bonds you sow

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//ooc Donnel's current RPs

I owe the following:

Skill Set (Frederick)

Broken teacup (Virion)

Give it back! (Tiki)

Reaping the bonds you sow (Owain)

Waiting on:

Priam

Ranulf

//ooc: If I missed anybody, please let me know =)

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The boy froze up for a second when the man stood up and brandished his axe before cringing and curling up a little. /Oh gosh! I'm gonna die. I won't gets ta go home! Bye Ma is was nice... Knowing ya?/

Nothing happened. Then he heard the man introduce himself and Donnel realized that the man must have recognized him. Phew! That was a relief. The farmboy smiled widely back at the man and fixed his pot a little. "Priam huh? Sorry abouts the title before! I didn't knows what ta call ya. I'm Donny... Errr, that is Donnel!" He responded, tipping his pot to him. When the man asked him to sit and chat, Donnel realized that he meant for him to sit on his catch. "Errrr... I'll just sits on tha ground if ya don't minds mister." As he spoke he sat down across from the man after laying his catch down. It felt kind of weird to be sitting across from someone on a deer...

Speaking of which...

"I gots time before I better go checks my other traps... Why were ya sittin' here likes this anyway?"

Fresh Forest Air: Donnel & Priam

Ah a successful hunt! Nothing quite beats the feeling of seeing the  animal drop after a precise hit to a major artery.  Priam made his way to the large buck that laid on the forest floor after it stayed motionless for a while. Pulling out the arrow from the carcass he cleaned it off and put it away along with his hunting bow. He wasn’t much of an archer and there was a reason he didn’t use it for battles but, he had learned as a boy from some mercenaries that one should always learn the basics of bow hunting. It makes survival out in the wild a lot easier.

Priam glanced around the forest scenery before taking a seat on the deer as he took in a deep long breath of the fresh air here. Okay, sure all he could smell was blood at the moment but, the air was still pure. He sat there a while meditating, reminiscing about days long past. Though to any passer-by a man meditating on a dead deer would look rather silly.

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Ranulf huh? Well even knowing a name didn't change much for the poor boy. He was terrified and shaking, trying to think of happy thoughts that could help him through this. When he finally managed to do as he was told, much to his own dismay, the sight didn't really help him much. Of course the thing was a Risen so like any other it disappeared in a puff of smoke but still... Donnel wasn't keen on this at all.

When the cavalier was properly dead (or at least he assumed it was; he didn't watch the other deal with the rider), Donnel deemed it safe enough (for the time being) to try and get some words. "The name's Donny by the way. Err... That is Donnel. Are ya from arounds here?"

Blood Bath || Open

The thing over him sniffed a couple times and seemed to confirm that Donnel wasn’t much of a threat because it eventually removed itself.

In fact it removed itself and spoke! Donnel stayed on the ground, mouth hanging opened as he watched it pounce on an attacking Risen. “It’s a cat…” He mumbled through his shock. “A talkin’ cat like in Ma’s story of that warrior princess protected by tha moon…”

Wait. That didn’t make any sense! Snapping out of it, Donnel sat up and clambered for his pot first and then his spear. “Well since y’all ain’t no Risen, I’m just gonna stick with ya Mister Kitty… I ain’t too keen on tryin’ ta survive this on my own.” He admitted, catching up to the cat that had just ripped the Risen’s head off with its claws. The sight made the farmer shudder a bit so he turned to face the other direction, just in case of an oncoming threat from the rear. …Or was it the front? Donnel was pretty sure that he was lost by now.

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"I’ve never heard that one before."

"Really?!" Donnel exclaimed, more than a little surprised. On a whim he had wondered if he and Stahl shared something other than strange country hair habits (Stahl’s perpertual cowlick and Donnel’s nest of curls), so the boy thought to inquire about songs. After all, those were typical to country folk, yeah?

Well if they were, Donnel’s wasn’t one of them. “Well colour me pink if I ain’t surprised by that! There’s a loggin’ village not too far from home where we cans go ta sell crops and pigs sometimes and that there is where I heards it the first time. Guess it stuck.”

He pauses momentarily to consider the situation before shrugging and continuing to sing, nostalgia compelling him despite Stahl’s lack of knowledge about it. “♪For he goes birling down a-down white water~♪ That’s where the log driver learns ta step lightly; ♪ It’s birling down, a-down white water, ♪ A log driver’s waltz pleases girls completely. ♪”

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"What are you afraid of?"

"Oh ya know… Fallin’ o’er dead like a stuck pig ‘fore its my time." He said, almost too simply as he tried to explain why this ‘Let’s catch up with all your missed Fitness Hours’ plan was a bad idea.

"I saids I was gonna try and remember ta go ta the other ones so I don’ts see why I has ta catch up fer all that there lost time. Yer jus’ tryin’ ta scare me inta goin’ home and if that there’s the case then I’m here ta tell you that I won’ts let it happen… Assumin’ y’all are even listenin’ right now and aren’t planning ta makes me run more laps like."

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Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.

"My parents know."

"Don’t go."

"You’re under arrest."

"Just let me die."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"Make me."

"Kiss me you idiot."

"I didn’t do it."

"That isn’t mine."

"Marry me?"

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Be mine."

"You owe me."

"Just relax."

"I already regret this."

"Where are my clothes?"

"You could have killed someone!"

"I think I broke it."

"Do you love me?"

"We need to talk."

"Never again."

"Do I know you?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"Well that was unexpected."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"I just want to cuddle."

"I can’t even look at you."

"What happened to you?"

"Don’t you dare."

"I missed you."

"This stays between us."

"I need a hug."

"I could kill you!"

"Kiss me."

"You’re so weird."

"Why are you wearing that?"

"You coward."

"You’re all out of ____."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"This seems familiar."

"You lied to me!"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Is that my shirt?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Explain yourself."

"Where were you?"

"You drive me crazy!"

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Just leave me alone."

"I need a drink."

"What were you thinking?"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I’m going to be sick."

"For you, I would _____"

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Give it back."

"I have to go."

"Shut up and listen."

"Do you remember this?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"Take responsibility."

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Give me another chance."

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"You mean everything to me."

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I miss you so very much."

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"Just five more minutes."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"What are we doing here?"

"Do you trust me?"

"That sounds painful."

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"That was a bad plan."

"That looked easier on TV."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"I didn’t know you could do that."

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Uh oh. Donnel wasn’t sure what to make of the situation anymore. On the one hand, he probably owed any of his future fortunes to the man in front of him; on the other, he might not even survive the encounter even though the man had said everything was okay. And on a completely different hand aside from the other two he felt really really really BAD for some reason he couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it was the expression on the man’s face but something told Donny that he wasn’t completely okay with this.

"Gee Mr. Virion sir, I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean ta drop it likes that, honest! Aw horse feathers… I feel awfuls somethin’ fierce now." He tried to think hard of what he could do to make it up to him but at first he could think of nothing but the possibly precious cup.

"I know!" He said after a long pause. "I’ll scrounge up what I cans and gets ya a new one! Maybes not as fancy but it’ll be nice and purdy, I cans guarantee it! But since that’ll takes some time, I’ll gives ya this as collar-table! …Or however ya says that." He had meant to say collateral but the word had slipped past him on its way back to a real dictionary as Donnel brought the pouch on his rope belt to the front to dig through it.

After digging through the few shells he had yet to send home, he found what he was looking for and held it out proudly. “Here!” Donnel cheered, offering what seemed to be a simple rock.

"I think I brokes it."

"T-that’s…. It is all right, Donnel. A mere cup. We shall just have to be more careful next time, yes? Ha, ha…"It was just a cup but, it had come from home. He couldn’t help but feel a little sadness at seeing the pile of shattered ceramic before him.

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Of all things for her to take! Donnel didn't exactly want to be rude to the pretty lady but still...! Mumbling in embarassment, he lifted his tunic up over his head enough to cover his messy hair and knelt down to make himself smaller. Gods he hated his hair. Why his pot? Why? Why not be like Nowi and look at the rock?

He realized as he knelt there like a chicken in front of a fox that she'd probably give it back if she actually got an answer to her questions. Maybe. Peeking out from under the lifted tunic, the boy finally spoke up. "Where I comes from we ain't gots tha money ta spend on stuff like helmets. ...Sides," he added with a shrug, "I've beens wearing that thing since I was a wee boy. Ain't no point in changin' it now."

"Give it back."

"In just a minute!" Tiki insisted as she inspected his unusual headgear. "I don’t understand…Why do you prefer this over a specially made helmet?" For as long as she had lived, Tiki just could not understand the way some people’s minds worked.

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"Whoa!" Donnel reacted defensively suddenly, taking a small step back even as he clutched his spear in front of himself. "I don'ts even know who ya are or if yer on my side! I don'ts know what a Grima is either for whats it's worth." He didn't wanna fight if he didn't have to, he just didn't like being insulted...

"Well now… who let a farm hand get this far into the battlefield? Run along now, boy, before you get yourself killed."

"H-Hey!" Donnel’s voice held that legitimate sound of one who was both baffled and insulted. "I cans help too ya know! Sure I’m just a pig farmer from tha sticks but it don’t mean that I ain’t willin’! Jus’ try me!" He said stubbornly, refusing to move. What the hell was this guy trying to pull, telling him to shoo like that? Hell, who WAS this guy?

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What they smell like:

Donnel smells of what you expect him to: dirt. He's got the lingering aroma of mud from back home (pig farm) but nowadays the predominant smell is dirt; earthy rich dirt that's been lovingly tilled, he always remembers to wash up nowadays after handling manure.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):

Donnel can sleep pretty much anywhere. Since his home is prone to some pretty intense storms thanks to the mountains around, he's had to sleep in the barn at least once with the hay for a blanket and bed. He'll even argue that for a pile of hay it's pretty damn comfy. Though normally his bed isn't much bigger than a bedroll so it's more or less like sleeping at home just with more of a breeze coming through the door/flap. He tends to fall asleep on his side, curled up like a fetal burrito but come the next morning, he's sprawled out like a starfish with the blankets on the floor. It never fails and it's probably the reason that Donnel didn't sleep with his parents much (he'll also attribute this to why he's single).

His schedule however is a heck of a lot more friendly and organized. Being raised on a farm, it was ingrained into his little boy mind to be up before the crack of dawn so that he could get to work asap. "The early bird gets the worm" after all. The afternoon sun isn't something that Donny likes arguing with so he always tries to be done long before the sun decides to say "oh hey there farm boy". This means he's usually in bed around the same time, namely 9:30, give or take the extra time he takes to talk or actually enjoy himself.

What music they enjoy:

The most music Donnel hears is the humming of the neighbours or the passing minstrels. Sometimes he might catch whole words that he'll keep to Hell and back, like the tune he and Cordelia both know (C-support). He'll never claim to have an ear for music though and he tends to change his lyrics to fit his own speech. He enjoys rousing songs that make you work but there are days where he'll just hum what makes him think of home, mostly when he's working his garden.

How much time do they spend getting ready every morning:

None whatsoever. Donnel knows that most of his days are spent in the dirt so he's come to not really bother. He dresses fast, stuffs the pot onto his head and off he goes to his garden. The most time he'll ever spend is attempting and failing to tame the hair that's given him the roster title "the one with the curliest hair".

Their favorite thing to collect:

In all technicalities, you could say that Donnel enjoys collecting information. He's willing to learn and help just about anyone so long as he gets some form of knowledge out of the deal. Otherwise, whenever they end up near the ocean, he tries to get himself some seashells to send home since his village is so inland.

Left or right-handed:

This all depends on the portrait you believe. Okay no. Right-handed. Despite that he still always manages to keep his better hand preoccupied with his spear which usually gives him problems later.

Religion (if any):

None. Donnel's only sort of devotion is to hard work earning you the respect you deserve. He's not against any religion either, "ya'll can preach and practice what ya wants", he just isn't devout in the least. Any listening he does at sermons is purely out of curiosity about what a life like that can give you; most of the readings tend to go over his head.

Favorite sport:

Bobbing for apples and horseshoes. The former is more in the sense of watching and laughing since he doesn't want to lose his pot. The latter is a sport they play back at home, along with betting on pig races (he's too young to bet but he somehow always gets it right).

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling:

Taking in all of the sites he can. In modern terms, he's the kind who looks for all the monuments that are defining for a city and takes photos with them to say "look where I am!". If there's a tour of the city in some way, he's there (even weird ones like a Haunted Walk (ooc: we have those here, it's super neat)). He'd also be the museum visiting type, furthering his weird thirst to learn in any way possible.

Favorite kind of weather:

Like his garden, Donnel prefers sunlight. He won't sneer at the bad weather though, since without the rain his crops would just wither but his best working conditions are on bright sunny days. He finds the absolute best days are the partially cloudy ones that have a breeze going since those usually mean he can stay out longer.

Weird/obscure fear:

That one pig back home. Failure and being unhelpful. Since he was taken in so readily by the army Donnel's always trying to keep himself actively busy in its affairs, mostly for his sake. His need to learn is real but he also wonders if maybe His Princeship is just humouring the whims of a stubborn farmer; if yes, Donnel figures that if he doesn't do his best then he'll just be booted home. His mother is all he has left and he wants to be able to protect her and his village with all his might when all this is done. For Donnel, failing here really isn't an option. That being said, the pig technically still counts here.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:

You know those duck ones where you're betting on which is gonna make it to the end first? Yeah, those when he feels like looking at them closely. He's also seen minnow versions of the same thing that don't really interest him either. The one he will actually play is the horseshoe like ones (but that one isn't always a guaranteed win).

Let's do a weird headcanon thing

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"Well now… who let a farm hand get this far into the battlefield? Run along now, boy, before you get yourself killed."

"H-Hey!" Donnel’s voice held that legitimate sound of one who was both baffled and insulted. "I cans help too ya know! Sure I’m just a pig farmer from tha sticks but it don’t mean that I ain’t willin’! Jus’ try me!" He said stubbornly, refusing to move. What the hell was this guy trying to pull, telling him to shoo like that? Hell, who WAS this guy?

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Are you a tits or ass kind of guy?

"Does it really matter? I’d say both if I coulds! Either way it coulds be somethin’ nice ta hold, yeah?"