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 Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 2:50 pm
Locke_Dirks Fuzzy Necromancer Locke_Dirks *while Zeus is still occupied with the sandwich, I quickly jump out of the bowl and run for the shadows and a small hole in the wall to hide in till I can get Fuzzy's help to get back to normal size at least*
*sets various traps, both physical and magical at the hole's entrance and then goes farther into the hole to hide*Note: I was big for a reason, I can't stand to be tiny........I have nightmares over that. Please, no more shrinking me to miniscule proportions in the future. *begs* *uses a Rod of Size Alteration (please don't laugh) to restore Locke to human size* *realizes that Locke is now stuck in a rather cramped hole* >>; *edges away quietly* (PS: You know, it'll be rather hard to participate in an RP if you're only on a few times a weak, since any RP is a face-paced kinda thing =/ )
Hmm.......should've gotten out of the hole first I guess.......kinda tight in here.......
*focuses and teleports out of the hole and lands in a swimming pool sized bowl of jello*
Where'd this thing come from? This obviously isn't good.
*starts swimming to the other end to get out*JELLO! *dives into the pool* *jaws music starts playing*
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 7:24 pm
*watches*
*cheers for Zues*
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 8:09 pm
Fuzzy Necromancer Hello Orissia! ^^ I was just experimenting with edible clothing. I've currently got on a smoked-gouda T-shirt and, lettuce-and-tomato trousers, and crispy-bacon boxers. Do you need help getting that gleam out of your eye? GOUDA!!!!! *Leaps at Fuzzy, and begins eating his clothes, gouda shirt first!* @ Locke- Sorry, hon, I didn't realize. I will keep the shrinking potion away from now on.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 8:23 pm
*a camera view is established from the surface of the jello*
*locke is seen swimming and looking worried*
*the camera pans to show a pony tail sticking out of hte water and heading towards him as the music plays faster and faster*
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 8:42 pm
*ish shirtless*
;-;
*flexes non-existant muscles*
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 8:47 pm
Fuzzy Necromancer *ish shirtless* ;-; *flexes non-existant muscles* yeah fuzzy! let's get some hot dnd-boy action going on! *turns on the techno* take it all off! *is magically back in the pool*
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 8:57 pm
*starts working on the tomatoes* Mmmrr-mm-ff-mmm. Love BLT's ......and have a weakness for smoked gouda....*steals pants and boxers, runs off munching them*
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 9:26 pm
*struts around wearing nothing but a smile, blissfully unaware of his below-the-waist nudity*
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 9:28 pm
Hee hee...I stole your meat. twisted
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 9:36 pm
uuuhhh....*attemps to stop head from spinning* I'm not feeling good at all, so I'm gonna have to say goodnight. I hate getting sick when I'm having a good time, darnit. I'll talk to you all laters. *goes to crawl into a dark, soundless hole.*
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 10:13 pm
Dag nabbit, I'm always too late gonk
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 5:42 am
Awww, poor guy. =(
*pats consolingly*
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 9:44 am
Naked geeks, feeders, and jello. oh my.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 1:25 pm
MistressBlaire Naked geeks, feeders, and jello. oh my. don't forget the feedees!
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 4:52 pm
*finally reaches the edge of the pool and jumps out, narrowly escaping the jaws of Zeus*
Too close for comfort........
*walks into a comforting looking house, proceeding to lay down in a hammock*
*sniff, sniff*.........why does it smell like chocolate in here anyway?
*thinks twice, then places a "Do Not Eat" sign on the hammock before drifting off to sleep*
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