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 Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:37 pm
*Boyzilla waddles in and hugs Powell's ankle*
Rawr.
Patience? You really don't remember me do you?
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:40 pm
*Walks in and arches a brow.* Hey, what's with the penguin and Dino?
*Walks over to the bar and grabs a beer.*
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:42 pm
::Frobisher looks at the newcomer::
What's wrong with penguins?
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:44 pm
He's not a penguin, he's a Whifferdill.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:47 pm
A talking... Whifferdill? Well now I've seen everything. *Lightly chuckles and looks to the penguin and leans back against the bar. Opening her beer.* Nothing wrong. Just a little different climate for ya, don't you think? *Grins at the little guy.* So what are you? Demon, shifter?
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:49 pm
There's nothing unusual about a talking Whifferdill, they all talk. It's just when they're a shape of a sandwich or your shoelaces that it gets distracting.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:52 pm
*Arches a brow at the doc like he's insane.* Riiiiiight. And what is a Whifferdill, exactly? *Takes a few swigs of her beer.*
Ah shifter then. Why would they be a sandwich? Wouldn't that contradict the whole staying alive bit?
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:53 pm
::The penguin licks his flipper, slicks back the feathers on top of his head and leans casually on Faith's thigh::
I'd let you take a bite out of me anytime, toots.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:54 pm
*flies in and notices the doc and the penguin*oh no...it's going to be one of those isn't it?
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:56 pm
Flying boys, yes, I would say it is very much going to be "one of those."
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:59 pm
*She gives the penguin a smile.* Sorry, I like the dudes with the two legs, y'know. Humanoid type man. No offense. *Winks at the penguin.*
*Takes a swig of her beer.*
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 5:01 pm
Ya know...nothing about this place really suprises me anymore. *gets a coke and looks Faith over curiously*
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 5:03 pm
::The penguin waddles away, looking a little crestfallen::
Aw, ya don't know what you're missin', toots. Penguins are the height of romantic beings. Swimming under th'starlight...nuzzling under th'polar sky...regurgitating fish into each other's throats...
Frobisher, I think perhaps you've overplayed your hand. Or flipper, as the case may be. AT any rate. I think we shall be going. Perhaps a bit more of a tour of this In-between place before our time here expires, eh Frobisher?
Sure, Doc. So long, toots. It coulda been magical.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 5:03 pm
*She arches a brow at Connor when she catches him looking at him. Looks him over and laughs lightly.* I have two words for you. 'Jail' and 'Bait'.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 5:05 pm
Querl Dox ::The penguin waddles away, looking a little crestfallen:: Aw, ya don't know what you're missin', toots. Penguins are the height of romantic beings. Swimming under th'starlight...nuzzling under th'polar sky...regurgitating fish into each other's throats...
*stops talking as they walk out.* .......
*Shakes her head and walks over to the jukebox.*
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