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 Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 2:22 pm
Mot was concerned. While his friends were okay, Lizzy's pet was missing in action. He'd learned about it while checking his eyephone for groanspring updates regarding his friends. Mot felt bad for her, and he wanted to help.
"LIzzy!?" Mot called out, trudging through the damaged festival grounds. "LIzzy? Where are you?" He knew she was okay, but he couldn't help but feel worried about her well being.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 7:21 pm
Lizzy was, in fact, mostly unharmed; the way she was crouched over her booth, now reduced to nothing but pieces of wood and the odd pink plushie limb peeking out of the rubble, suggested otherwise, however. It was just difficult to be cheerful when days' worth of hard work had been destroyed by some... Rampaging red beast.
The fact that she was surrounded by other destroyed booths did not help; it looked like the middle of some post-war zone. All that's left to complete that picture would be some smouldering pieces of-
Oh look, some smouldering pieces of wood.
The world was bleak. So bleak... Mostly because she might had just caused her mother's gift from after that terrible X'mas experience to die... By tossing it (accidentally) at the rampaging red beast that had caused all this mass destruction is the first place... Oh, where is the hero?
"Motttt-" She whined, giving her friend a sad expression as she stared up at him, "WhatifRosenthaldiedbecauseofmymistake?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 7:26 pm
Lizzy was sad.
Lizzy was sad.
Lizzy was sad. Lizzy was sad. Lizzy was sad. Lizzy was sad. Lizzy was sad. Lizzy was sad. Lizzy was sad. Lizzy was sad. Lizzy was sad.
Mot gasped, trampling ver more rubble to reach the ghoul. He knelt down, gripping his friend into a tight hug. "Hey, come on now. It will be all right, Lizzy. I'll help you find him, alright?" He petted the poor ghoul's back, cradling her head into his shoulder. Mot felt so badly for her. He had never met the pet, and had heard bad things from Mac about it, but it obviously meant a lot to his dear friend.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 8:32 pm
Was she whimpering softly as she returned the hug gratefully? Yes, yes she was; Rosenthal was a gift from her mother and he had comforted her after all that Christmas business... So he was indeed something precious to her, no matter what (horrible) things Mac might had to say about the minipet.
She sort of just... Laid there, on his shoulder, for a while, trying to calm herself down; yes, it will be alright. Rosnethal might be fine... They'll just have to find him, right?
Right.
"O-Okay..." She raised her head, looking up at him; she was waiting for - and expecting - instructions from the boil. He was here to help, after all!
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 8:45 pm
Lizzy was crying. Lizzy was crying. Lizzy was crying. Lizzy was crying.
Eventually she simmered down enough to be released. Mot helped the ghoul stand, looking around. "Okay. That monster is gone, but I am fairly certain it was standing there when we all threw our pets." Mot pointed outward to where it had been before being attacked by the Trick Or Treaters and escaping.
"Come on. Let's go and see." Mot smiled softly, holding out his hand to help Lizzy walk amongst the rubble.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:18 pm
"Alright!" She piqued up with a nod, taking his hand gratefully - both for support and comfort - before walking after him, looking a little like a lost child at the moment; after all, she did just toss a precious minipet at a rampaging beast! It might be an accident, but she was still allowed to feel mildly traumatized!
"Did you toss something at it too...?" She frowned, tilting her head, "Did you... Finf whatever you tossed?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:31 pm
Mot led the poor ghoul along. If he stayed upbeat, perhaps she would too? "I did. I chucked a Mimic at it." It wasn't as if those things were anything less than pests anyway. "I'm sure it's fine." His pets had a habit of finding him in the end. Especially the pesky ones.
Funny how that worked.
Would that upset Lizzy? He hoped not. He turned and smiled back at the ghoul kindly before turning back to watch where he was stepping. "Now then. What does Rosenthal look like?" He asked in a calm and friendly tone.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:54 pm
"oh...! Um, mimics can be pretty nasty... I got bitten by one once, and it refused to let go!" She nodded; not that she was for mimic abuse... She was against minipet abuse, regardless of how annoying a minipet could be! Besides, mimics were hardy and tough!
Rosenthal is - was?! - soft and squishy (in her eyes).
That thought caused her to let out a soft whimper, and she tightened her grip on Mot's hand; she wouldn't know how to break the news to mother! After all, she had promised her that Rosenthal would be well taken care of... Wait, no! She had got to be optimistic about this! Inhaling deeply, she gave the boil a small smile before reaching into her bag with her free hand, taking out one of the Rosenthal plushies she had managed to salvage from the rubble.
"He looks like this," She held it up for Mot, "A little larger and less dirty, but... I based my plushies off him..." Thus leading to the mix up that led to her tossing Rosenthal... She started to frown again.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:52 am
Mot cast another worried look to Lizzy. Hearing the ghoul wimper made his heart crumble into bits of cookie crumbs. No ghoul should ever feel sad! Not on his watch.
He stopped when she brought out the plushie, looking it over with a frown. Well, he at least had something to go by now. Still, the fact Lizzy loved her pet so much to make campaign plushies in it's honor? It was no wonder the ghoul was so distraught. "A lot of people made plushies for the booths, huh?" Mot commented, taking the Riley plushie from his jacket pocket. He couldn't remember when he took it off his hat, but it was probably before the battle. He smirked and stuffed the plush back into his pocket, searching through it for some mini pet treats.
He pulled out a baggy of Fear Candy, opening it up. "Does Rosenthal like these? Maybe we can lure him out of hiding?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 10:22 am
"Someone made me a Lizzy plushie! Well, several..." She nodded, tilting her head as she frowned slightly, "But... Isn't it... Creepy to give strangers plushies made in your likeness...?" At least, it felt creepy to her. Whoever made those SC election plushies must be creepy too! It's a nice thought, and Lizzy felt rather touched by the mysterious person's gesture, but... Creepy.
And not in a good way too.
"Rosenthal will probably come out if he sees me," She nodded, eyeing the bag of treats; unless he was too injured to move, anyway... She frowned and chewed gently on her lower lip before nodding slowly, giving the boil a small smile, "But I'm sure he'l appreciate some treats!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 10:41 am
"No kidding." So that was where all the dolls came from. Some mysterious benefactor. "I guess so? I thought it was kind of neat."
Mot nodded and stuffed the treats back into his pocket. Perhaps if the little guy was too scared to come out he could lure him with snacks! Little did Mot know that Rosenthal was a ballsy little critter.
The cowboil in black continued onward with Lizzy, gingerly pushing debree with his foot the closer they got to the scene of the crime. "Rosenthaaal?" He called out, hoping to catch the critter's attention.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 11:07 am
Rosenthal, was in fact, a ballsy creature. In fact, when Lizzy tossed him at the rampaging red beast, he had thought that she was doing it so that he could help save her. As he went soaring through the sky, head wings twitching, a song was playing in his mind. It was epic, awesome and heroic-
That was his last thought before he bounced off the Fearados, lost consciousness, and landed somewhere just as several pieces of debris fell on him, burying the minipet.
Rosenthaaal?
One head wing twitched as an unfamiliar voice called his name.
"Rosenthal...?"
Both head wings twitched; that was his owner's voice! He shifted, wriggling his body before bursting out of the debris like a boss. He had some small cuts on his body, but nothing too serious as he lifted himself into the air, hovering just above the ground before flying towards Lizzy... And stopping a short distance away, before either of his "rescuers" could see him.
Is that a boil...? An unknown boil...? And Lizzy looked sad! WHY IS SHE SAD? DID THAT BOIL MAKE HER SAD? Grrr.
He flew straight into Mot's face instead, clinging on with his little (and thankfully not very sharp) claws.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 11:22 am
Mot stopped, hearing a disturbance in the debree aside from his own shuffling. Before he knew it, all he saw was a flash of pink.
"UGHMMPHMMPH!!!" Mot let go of Lizzy, his hands flying to the creature on his face, stumbling and falling flat on his back. WHY!? Why was it attatcking him!? Mot would like to breathe now, kay thanks!
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 11:39 am
The flash of pink would soon be peeled off Mot's face by a smiling Lizzy as she hugged the minipet to her chest like one would hug a plushie, although she was careful to be gentle to not further hurt him. She then held him up and rubbed her cheek against his, giggling softly; she was so delighted at seeing Rosenthal well and in one piece that she left poor Mot on the ground.
... Until she actually realized that her friend was on the ground; it didn't really process in her head till now.
Placing Rosenthal on her head, Lizzy then smiled sheepishly at the boil before bending over, holding out a hand towards him. Meanwhile, the minipet did a gesture at Mot, which would probably look better if he didn't have such short, stubby limbs to work with.
"A-ah, sorry about that, Mot..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 11:49 am
Mot laid there after the pet was pulled from his face, stunned and frozen for a moment. It.. it was just startled, that's all! It didn't mean to attack. Poor mini pet was just frightened and---
That gesture did not look like a scared and frightened response.
"Um... not a problem." Mot responded uncertainly, taking her hand and pulling himself up with soem help. "See? He's fine. No worries now, right Lizzy?" His unseen gaze was fixated on the strange and angry minipet.
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