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Ice Queen rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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 Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 7:39 am
Roch had mixed feelings about Christof. No, his personal feelings were just fine, hell, he thought the guy was awesome! The whole cannon thing, that had been great, and robot fighting in class? He LOVED that! But he'd noticed, just briefly, that Xiu seemed a bit nervous about the patchwork, and that wasn't good. Then again, Xiu was a little bit nervous around monsters and stuff in general, right?
Well, either way he'd talk to her about it later. Right now there was a booth, and he was on break from Riley's, and there was a hole to stick his hand into!
But, y'know... just in case he could LOSE that hand he used his left one instead of his right. Patchworks liked parts, right?
Something... fluffy, he thought as he wrapped a hand around the fluffy item and pulled it through the hole. He stared blankly at the patchwork lepus, holding it up just a bit too high and...
Getting kicked in the face for his troubles. "I swear bunnies got it out for me," he said with a sigh. "But still, this lil guy's really cool looking! Gotta thank Christof later," he said as he walked away.
((SN: Ice Queen))
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 9:14 am
"The booth looks marvelous, Christof," Malodore said, straightening again. It did, too - the patchwork had a fine eye for craftsmanship if nothing else, even if it was a particularly.... patchwork brand of craftsmanship.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 10:01 pm
Gloating? Over her dragon? All of Riley's tentacles slowly pulled away, resting limp at their sides. He could not see her face, but Malodore could - and Malodore wouldn't know why, but Riley looked very offended.
I see. She murmured sharply. Well then. My apologies. I'll let you get to it. She lifted her hand, and brushed Malodore's cheek gently in affection, before swiveling and walking away without another word.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 10:08 pm
The hunchback suddenly gave a sharp whine, shifting from foot to foot in anxiety before finally scrambling after her, frantically mentally calling out, Mistress! Mistress wait!
On the table top, Firth the Patchwork Lepus gave his own disgruntled huff, hopping from his perch to scramble through the hole of Mystery to take over in the mean time.
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