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Ravvlet rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 8:43 pm
Wanda gave the booth one last glance over his shoulder before putting as much distance between him and the fiesty little minipets as possible. Bye bye, birdy.OOC  This is Washington Becker, a hunter in a meatsuit! Alias Wanda, or Vanda, because he doesn't know how to say a 'W' without slicing his mouth open on his fangs. Currently, he's a roughly 7 foot tall vampire lady, with ridiculous hair and a big poofy blue dress. She kind of walks like a man, and seems slightly out of sorts. Constantly fussing with her skirt. As a note, students and horsemen do not notice these slightly nicer prototype golems.
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Inle-roo rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 8:46 pm
This time when the bird sped past Sylas, he was ready for it. His hand shot out and snatched the bird right out of the air, his fingers squeezing it gently but firmly as it squawked indignantly.
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Inle-roo generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 8:49 pm
Sylas tried to stuff the bird he'd caught in a nearby cage, but it squeaked and squirmed and proved too wriggly to shove in there.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 8:49 pm
Alice had come across from all of the stuff that had fallen from the booth. She had helped clean up the mess, though she wondered who it was that owned the booth. She decided to come back to the booth to see if she would have a chance at meeting the owner. She looked around the booth, noticing another person playing at some type of game. She rested her hands on the booth table, looking for who might be the owner. " Hello?"
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Inle-roo generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 8:51 pm
The next time Sylas tried to put the bird in a cage, it pecked at his hand.
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Inle-roo generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 8:54 pm
Sylas was starting to wonder if it would just be easier to stuff the bird in his mouth to save himself the trouble of trying to get it to go into the cage.
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Inle-roo generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 8:56 pm
The bird in Sylas's hand struggled harder as if it knew how close it was to becoming a snack.
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Inle-roo generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 8:59 pm
"That's your home, you stupid bird! Are you too good for your home?!"
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keiifuu rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 9:03 pm
Deciding that since he was here he might as well try the real game, Senga frowned, watching all of the birds zip around. Deciding on the most colorful one, the executioner trotted in Balthazar's direction.
"Come here, you."
The minipet obviously had other ideas.
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keiifuu rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 9:04 pm
"Do not fly away from me again!"
Senga and birds were definitely not soulmates. Nope. Nope. Nope.
But somehow, he managed to catch Balthazar between his fingers.
Now... about that cage.
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keiifuu generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 9:10 pm
... Which cage was Balthazar's again?
Nope, not that one apparently.
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Inle-roo generated a random number between
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2!
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 9:11 pm
Sylas was determined not to be outdone by a bird, and thought again about eating it.
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keiifuu generated a random number between
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1!
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 9:11 pm
"This one then...?"
Balthazar went in, and Senga privately rejoiced. He was never going to take care of a bird again ever. He was terrible at this.
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Inle-roo generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 9:13 pm
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keiifuu rolled 1 100-sided dice:
99
Total: 99 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 9:16 pm
Senga trotted back to Sparrow's booth, nursing scratched and clawed at fingers.
Silly birds.
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