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 Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2016 11:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2016 2:41 pm
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 Punkie had heard a rumor. A rumor of dark angry spirits haunting the forest. She immediately put the forest on the top of her list of to-dos. It was the day she would usually be out on the street corner, belting her sermons. They weren't exactly going well... So the excuse of the forest was just the kind of spirit up lifter Punkie needed. She had packed ten carved punkins into her red wagon, and brought plenty of candles, stakes, and seeds, just in case. Carver rode inside the largest punkin, lecturing the orange juggalo as she hauled her goods to four fronds.
Punkie found the forest. It was tall, dark, and definitely haunted. Her grin glowed as much as her punkins would once they were all set up, excitement lighting her way. Finding one tree with odd colored stains on it, Punkie decided this was the best place to start, and readied her gourd for the spirits to make home in it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 9:35 am
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Kerras had been watching the troll and her lusus for some time, following the pair quietly through the forest. Curious but shy, and ever aware of the dangers that trollkind could bring, they elected to watch from a safe distance, ducking from tree to tree. All the while though, they drew closer, unable to stave off their interest.
The orangeblood placed another gourd before yet another tree, chanting in strange tongues. As she did, she placed a candle inside through a hole in the top, and lit it. Then with some strange movements Kerras could not decipher the meaning of, she completed her performance and started once more down the forest path. Once she had gone a little ways, Kerras crept forward to inspect the punkin. Wary of being caught, they picked it up and slipped around the tree, out of immediate sight.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2016 11:59 pm
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Punkie stood up after completing yet another gourd lantern ritual. Her grin had grown with each new gourd placed and blessed, and nodded as Carver clicked and clacked his claws to some mysterious beat. "Oh it feels so ******** delightful ta be spreading da glory o da damned Messiahs like dis." Punkie said to her lusus, and then turned around to admire the long trail of lanterns she had painstakingly paced. Her face froze, and her smile fell. It was a rare thing, for Punkie's smile to fall. This may have been only the second time in her mirthful life that the holy grin had escaped her grasp. No one moved, not carver, not the orangeblood juggalo, until it seemed suffocating.
The troll screamed. Then she went silent, still and silent, not moving. For a time she stood like that, simply motionless, quiet, and without a smile. Then, suddenly, unexpectedly, the juggalo toppled over, landing face first into the loamy soil of the forest.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2016 12:46 am
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Kerras had been in the middle of admiring the unusual carving in the gourd when a shrill scream sounded through the woods. Jolting, they pressed their back to the tree trunk. All their hair stood on end, and their pump biscuit hammered in their breast. Kerras could barely swallow for how tight their throat was. Eyes wide and full of fear, they counted several seconds before peering around the tree trunk.
The orangeblood had collapsed in the middle of the forest path, inert. Her lusus appeared to be in a similar state. Kerras ducked back behind their hiding place, breathing fast. After another couple seconds they looked out again. Neither she nor her lusus had moved. An equally good and bad sign. Gingerly, Kerras set down the gourd on a patch of moss. Pulling up their hood, they began a circuitous route towards the orangeblood, creeping through the trees in silence. On their way they grabbed a fallen branch.
Toeing their way into the open, Kerras at last approached the orangeblood. When they were no more than several feet away, they reached out with the stick to tap at her shoulder.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2016 1:12 am
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Punkie felt a something poke her, and her trance was broken. Without lifting her head, the girl started to sob, her face paint bleeding into the ground. Carver clicked his claws sympathetically, which only made the orangeblood's sobs more desperate. She turned her head to the side, towards her red wagon and her lusus, the tears twisting and distorting her carefully applied face paint. "Caaarver" The juggalo moaned between sobs. "Day... ********... it...." Punkie tried to get the words out. "The Messiahs, ive angered um, haven't i?!" The girl whispered, as if saying it physically hurt. "Im ******** s**t juggalo!" The girl said, no longer whispering. "Might as -hic- might as ******** just lay here. Im not ******** fit ta be a globdamned juggalo." Carver tried to get the sobbing troll's attention, they were not alone, but the orangeblood continued. "Ah knew no ******** lo-lo-hic- lowblood could be a follower!" The girl wailed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 8:06 pm
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No sooner had Kerras poked her, than the troll began to sob. Kerras jumped back, uncertain. Crouched beside the girl, the lusus clacked its pincers. Not towards Kerras however. They seemed more preoccupied with their charge. As neither troll nor lusus made any more threatening movements, Kerras crept forward again, emboldened.
“Um...” Kerras began. With one eye on the girl's lusus, they got down on all fours. Again the crustacean did not appear to mind. Kerras lowered themselves the rest of the way to lay flat on their stomach. Their palms they kept braced underneath them, in case they needed to make an escape. Blinking, they stared at the orangeblood, their face barely more than an inch away.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 11:30 am
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Punkie didn't hear the other troll as she wallowed in her own puddle of tears, but Carver did. Exasperated, Carver fell to his last resort, a swift pinch in the cheek. Well that worked, and Punkie at least stopped sobbing. The orangeblood finally lifted herself from her face-plant in the ground. "What!?" Punkie snapped before her eyes went wide as finally noticed the tealblood. This time in an actual confused voice, Punkie acknowledged the other troll. "What?"
Carver clicked and clacked frantically, and Punkie blushed, embarrassed by her current state. Quickly, she jumped up to her feet, rubbing at her eyes with one hand, and dusting off her clothes with another, the juggalo tried to make herself at least somewhat presentable. Noticing the large smudges of paint that came off onto her hands the juggalo tried to hide her ruined facepaint with another hand. "W-what do you ******** want?"
Green Minuet Jeeze way to overreact punkie
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2017 7:38 pm
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As the orangeblood jumped to her feet, Kerras scrambled to follow suit. They regarded the girl with wide eyes, looking like an antlerbeast about to bolt. When she did not attack or make any other sudden movements however, they took a moment to study her, absorbing everything from her buckle shoes, to the ribbon in her hair, to her facepaint. The facepaint really captured their interest. They leaned in, expression serious as they traced the patterns with their eyes. After a few seconds the light bulb went off. They dropped their fist into their palm, ecstatic.
The troll before them was nothing less than a merry-maker of the shadow circus. Treefather had told Kerras about such trolls, persons who celebrated mirthful carnival gods by engaging in strange rituals. One notable trait, he had said, was that they always painted their faces to invoke the spirit of their gods. Even so, Kerras had not expected it to look so ghastly. Only the smile painted onto the girl's face helped to put them at ease.
“Ah!” She had asked Kerras a question. The tealblood looked this way and that, as though searching for an answer. Their gaze alighted on the wagon and the dozen gourds it still held. That gave them an idea. Suddenly, they dashed off into the woods, back in the direction they had first come. After weaving through the trees, they found the gourd they had displaced. Gingerly scooping it up, they carried it back to the orangeblood.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 5:42 pm
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Punkie frowned as the other kid looked at her face with interest. "Its- This- It looks way glubbin good when im on my ******** game, OKAY?!" Punkie said defensibly. She had never been caought outside her hive without her face paint in perfect order. It scared her, where was her mask? She was a juggalo! No one was supposed to see her face! The girl fidgeted as the other troll ran away, seeming to request that she wait until the tealblood got back. A look of surprise crossed her face as he brought back her lantern, and Punkie held out her arms to hold her precious punkin. The juggalo nestled it like a grubling in her arms, looking down at it lovingly. She started to get teary eyed again, letting one drip down her cheek. She was okay! They accepted her! The Messiahs were still there, watching the little Juggalo. She had a fear, which she would never admit, that the Messiahs were unhappy with her lowblood color, this return of her lantern was like a reassurance of their love. Punkie's vision swirled, as more tears came, still hugging and rocking the gourd back and forth. What a day, crying in sadness, now crying in joy. She hoped that today would be enough of that so she would not have to do it for another million sweeps, it was havoc on her face-paint.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2017 1:20 pm
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Punkie was startled by the hug, but it made sense. Who wouldn't want to hug a punkin, and so of course the tealblood would be forced to hug her in order to hug the punkin. She sniffled, and told her tears to stop. She feared going hive and looking in the mirror, but at the same time, it was all okay, because everything was okay now. Everything in the whole ******** world.
She hugged the tealblood back, making sure the punkin was between them so the tealblood could give the gourd a real hug. She stood up, still sniffling a little. "Here" She said, handing the troll the punkin she had been cradling. As if an afterthought, she added, "s**t slime..." saying it almost lovingly. She had punkins at home, she would always have more punkins. Besides, if someone else liked punkins so much, it was only a good thing. She gave the gifted punkin one more loving stroke, and nodded to the tealblood, turning to leave.
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