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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:04 am
In this story, we'll need not only pranksters, but victims. If no one volunteers to be a victim, then I'll just NPC some unlucky Azrin for us to pick on.
So a few of us more chaotic sorts are getting together to plot some "devious" prank to pull on some unlucky soul.
What will we do?
Who will we do it to?
Watch for curveballs that I'll post in "plain" text.. Muwahahaha.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:06 am
Snickered to himself as he passed in the super secret hide out as he waited for the others to arrive. He was getting giddy with the all the idea's swirling in his head. He couldn't wait to hear what idea's the others had.
He lifted his head as he heard approaching hoof steps and waited eagerly to see who would arrive first.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 10:04 am
Chara trotted up and smiled at the brown stallion before him. "Am I the first one here?" he asked and looked around. He had been looking forward to this day for a while now. He was very excited about stallions of like minds coming together. What mischief they could wreak!
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 5:43 pm
Every muscle quivered, making his hide ripple with the motion.
He bobbed his head, "Yes, we are the first, and, I hope, not the only one's. Although, I guess if we are, that means more fun for us." whinnies as he laughs.
If it were possible, he'd be rubbing his front hooves together like an evil mastermind would rub his hands together.
Tas was in by no means evil, not all the time. Sometimes he was the good guy. Other times he was the guy who just didn't care. He loved being a neutral soul, because then he could change his mind whenever it suited him.
"You got any good ideas?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 2:22 pm
Chara shrugged, and looked at the brown stallion. "I usually fly by the seat of my pants so, I'm really not sure" he spoke slow, obviously trying to hatch a brilliant idea. He was self concious and would not share an idea unless he was sure it was perfect. He looked around and said "Where is everyone else? I know we're not the only two mischief makers!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 7:07 am
 Jaylee trotted into the SUPAH DUPAH SEECRET HIDEOUT and flicked her tail. "I'm here to join the fun!" she whinnied. "Though, next time, make the rendezvous spot easier to find. It took me forever to get here. Anyways, whatchya planning, pranksters? Got a victim yet?" After looking around, she asked curiously, "Where are the others? There's only three of us? This better not be a prank on me."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:51 pm
Snorted and bobbed his head, laughing.
"No, this is no joke on you. I guess the others are just too stuck in the mud to have a little fun. Or too worried about what others think of them."
He shook his head, his mane flying.
"No plan. No victim. So I guess it's the three of us. That shall do I think. The fewer Azerin in on the joke, the less likely we are to get caught. Any suggestions on a who?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 10:59 am
Chara smirked "I saw a mare on the way here." he said "Maybe she can be our victim!" he replied as he gestured with his head the direction he had seen the mare.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:29 am
"And what devious prank should we pull?" Jaylee asked cryptically. She snickered, tossing her mane.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 8:29 am
"Hmm.. Yes.... She could be a good start. Now to think of something she won't be expecting. Should it be something to scare her? Or simply something to be funny?"
He looked at the other two.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 6:40 pm
Abdul galloped around an open part of the field to try and find someone to talk to. He was hoping for a human, to learn more neat tricks, but another horse would do just fine. Yet there was nobody really around so he decided to just graze for a bit. His dark brown, earthy coat was covered in dirt and he needed a wash badly. But he didn't mind so much as his sister did. After all it kept him a little cool when it was warm out. And he liked the smell of dirt as well.
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