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 Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 11:26 am
(this is proxy for bitty)
Mot smirked lightly, a ghosting of pride dusted across his posture. So far this little adventure was actually lifting his spirits. What he previously felt, all the darkness and despair, seemed far away in light of the simple activity he was enjoying with Kettil.
Mot set his rod aside and followed Kettil to the mud. Mot was not a stranger to getting his hands dirty, and kneeled right there with him to dig for worms. He unhooked one of the pouches on his belt and setitndown, a place to keep whatever wriggly thing he found through digging.
After all, he could always wash up in the water after.
That didn't stop him from making a face as he picked up the first wriggling worm from the ground, his tongue sticking out in disgust, more so out of jest. Heimdal on the other hand, kept trying to eat the bait he caught.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 7:09 pm
Kettil, honestly, was very glad to see the smirk in place of the sad expression the boil had been wearing earlier, it meant things were going better at least for this moment in time. Kettil felt like he was doing something of worth for the other Reaper. Even if he didn't know entirely what was wrong in the first place and prying would just make things upsetting.
The boil let out a laugh at not only the face Mot had made when he unearthed a wriggler but also at the poof-mini's reaction to the prize, "You don't want that, Puffball. I got some treats I can give him if that's alright."
They were Endy's treats but they were just as good for small canine minis as well and the Owl didn't generally mind sharing as long as they weren't her favorite treats. He dug around in the muddied earth until he happened upon a small cache of at least five wiggling and squirming things, "Nice, nice," he collected the worms and then nodded toward Mot's set down pouch, "That's what you set that down for right? I didn't want to y'know just assume..." Kettil made a small face of his own as one of the wormy creatures squished between his fingertips.
Respect other's property and usually they respected yours.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 7:14 pm
"Might be wise to distract him with a treat." Mot murmured, batting the puff ball away from the wriggling worms inside the pouch. "Go ahead. It's what I put it down for." Mot continued to take one wriggly worm at a time into the pouch, until between the two of them they'd managed a good sized bait pool.
With that, he flipped the flap over it so nothing would wiggle free.
"Ready?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 7:22 pm
Kettil had taken a moment to take a clean hand to offer the poofball a nice tasty treat that would take it a while to chew before he resumed digging around for more bait after he had put his original bunch into the pouch after he'd been given permission, "Ya, ya, but y'know, better to ask first than to muddy up someone's stuff," he grinned a bit.
At least on the first meeting. Next meeting Kettil might be a little less polite or rather as polite just a lot more friendly.
A lot more friendly.
Once they gathered a good amount he nodded, "You want me to show you how to get them on the hook or do ya think ya can figure it out?"
Not that it was that challenging. Sharp pointy thing goes into soft wiggly thing.
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 7:28 pm
Heimdall trotted up the the offered treat, and as soon as it was in his mouth, pranced away. One leap and he was back in Mot's reserved poof-pouch.
"I think I can manage." Mot replied, hooking a work to the end of the hook. It was kind of... gross. But what'dya do? Mot flicked the wire into the water and sat himself down. Time to fish!
Mot sat quietly, just enjoying the pass time. The soft noises of nature, the occasional creepy whispers from the branches of Halloween's trees.
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Pales rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 7:32 pm
Kettil chuckled at the poof out of amusement as it went back to the poof-pouch. Then washed up in the nearby water getting his boots a bit wet but not really caring. When Mot had said he could handle it he just nodded and got his own fishing rod, hooked up the bait and then plopped down next to Mot for some fishin'.
Thus far nothing tugged at the hook.
"This is pretty nice, haven't had a chance to do this with anyone yet," he said with a blissful expression.
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Bittiface rolled 1 100-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 7:55 pm
Mot nodded softly. "It's nice. I feel like all the chaos from earlier today is just a dream." Little did he know what fate found his friends, what choices they would make. It was things he did not have the capacity to deal with as he was now. He stayed behind, knowing he could not aid the Horsemen, no matter what.
He shook his head, trying to push back the darkness of reality again. Too much. Too painful.
Suddenly, a tug on his line.
Mot stood, flicking the pole back to find he had caught a small shark. "Woaah!" Mot was impressed. How did he manage a catch like this? He held the shark by it's neck and tail, beginning to break it free from the ook, when it did the strangest thing.
"No one understands me..." It sniffled. "I just want to be held. To love." Mot paused and stared blankly. "You know my dream was to be a Broadway singer? Let me sing for you.. the song of my peop---"
Mot threw it back in the water.
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Pales rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 8:00 pm
"Well, sooner or later the chaos comes back but for now it is good to clear up your thoughts," he agreed, "so you can face the world with fresh eyes," Kettil said simply and then watched as Mot pulled up his catch.
Kettil let out a low whistle at this view but the whistle turned into laughter as the creature started to talk, "Oh Jack! That was great, just great," he laughed more and felt his line tug at something. In excitement he reeled it up and found a boot on the other end. A boot with a broken sole.
Endzela giggled drowsily from her perch, "Nice catch, fisherman."
"Baaah," he muttered as he unhooked it and kept it nearby to properly dispose of later, he couldn't throw it back, the guilt of such an act would nag him.
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Bittiface rolled 1 100-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 8:10 pm
Mot knew he'd have to face it again, but if he dwelled? He'd never be able to enjoy himself. It was still difficult to enjoy himself.
With the shark gone and Kettil all laughed out, Mot sat back down and continued to fish. "Well.." He mused as Kettil pulled a boot. "At least you're cleaning the waterway."
Suddenly he grimaced. "My line is suck on something..." He pulled and flicked, eventually freeing the line, but bringing with it a....
a....
Mot turned red. There was now a sopping wet edition of Dirty Ghouls 4 U Magazine on the ground in front of him.
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Pales rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 8:13 pm
He kind of leaned toward Mot invading the personal space and saw the magazine and Kettil grinned like the biggest Idiot ever and let out another series of laughs, "Yeah! Seems yer helpin' me out," he teased cheerfully.
For now he recast his line and nothing bit but that didn't mean Kettil stopped snickering at poor Mot's expense, "I think I saw that issue on uhh..the uhh...rack at the store a while back."
Yep.
That is totally where he saw it.
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Bittiface rolled 1 100-sided dice:
91
Total: 91 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 8:18 pm
[[omg ive been rolling d100 all this time wtf me?]]
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 8:20 pm
The sad and embarrassing part of all this was Mot wanted to keep it. He was always too embarrassed to buy them in public. Just... he'd... have to be... subtle. Yes.. subtle. He groaned and shoved the mag aside to dry---er...to dispose of later.
Yes..
"Yeah.. the store rack.." Mot replied nervously, flicking his line back in.
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Pales rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 8:22 pm
"I uhh..I heard it is a pretty good one," He said simply as he pulled another boot ashore. This boot looked different and this time it was torn along one of the sides. Kettil gave a small grunt and put it with the other boot, "Seriously, this place isn't the town dump."
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 8:33 pm
"Ah.. you don't say." Mot replied, his face still burning hot.
Mot grimaced at the amount of trash they were finding. "Maybe.. someone just.. swims with boots too often?"
"hooooohooohooo..."
. . . ?
"...booooo hooo hooooooo~"
"Oh no." Mot flicked the line, causing the misunderstood shark to fall into his lap. "You again!?"
"I WAS LONELY! Hold me..."
Mot threw it back.
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Pales rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 8:41 pm
Kettil gave a small nod as his cheeks flushed just a little bit.
On the topic of boots he just grunted, "Whoever it is needs to stop," he muttered a bit under his breath, "or I will find them," boot found a home with the other boot and he cast his line again giving a laugh at the return of the shark.
"It really likes you!" He said cheerfully.
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