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Eisheth took a deep breath. She finished her time, and whacked a lot, - the alchemist observed her battlefield filled with the poof remnants, - she wasn't feeling better, but at least she was tired, and being tired is much better than being full of energy, yet unable to do anything.

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((OOC:
Round 6
SN: santime
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He was kind of able to understand what the booth proprietor had meant, now. This was rather cathartic...

It was thus that his second attempt was far more entusiastic than his first had been.

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((OOC: Round 2
SN: Vashtya))

With a look of amused concentration, Aedan took aim at another helpless poof.

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((OOC: Round 4
SN: Vashtya))

Hmmm...he had one more attempt. And indeed, he was feeling much more mellow, after this game. Mentally, he decided that this was going to be a booth he'd have to make sure he visited again soon.

Raising the mallet, he brought it down with a little more force, refusing to feel any guilt whatsoever for his abuse of the adorable poof-plushies.

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((OOC: Round 6
SN: Vashtya))

Smiling as nothing extremely bad seemed to have happened she decided to try again. It wasn't as if taking out all her frustrations on a small board with poofs was unhealthy right? Hitting almost the same spot again she frowned, this wasn't going to be a good thing if she kept hitting the same spots.

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((OOC:: Round 2
sn: wyntre iceblade))

Score she had managed to hit something off the line that she seemed to be making for herself. If only she actually knew what she was doing, it didn't really matter too much to her considering that the other things that had happened through out the day seemed to be melting away the longer she stood whacking things.

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((OOC:: Round 4
sn: wyntre iceblade))

Who was that? That was a man in a color of green that was not easy on the eyes. Neither was the man but that was not the point. The point was that he was telling Frost how hitting things helped stress.

Hitting poofs.

Poofs that looked like Jove.


For a while Frost debated the ethical and moral dilemma that was hitting supposed plushies that looked like his canine companion. It was a bit mean in a way, knowing they looked like Jove but-
Scarentines was taking it's toll on him, he needed a way to be rid of stress. "Sorry Jove." His whispered under his breath. Frost needed a healthy outlet.

Even if it was hitting poof plushies.

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SN: Vamps

One hit to a plush was not enough to quell the fires of love rage in his heart over scarentines and the frustration of his lack of cultural adaptation. So Frost hit the plushies again. It was helping but it was just not enough.

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Round 2