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Pales rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-20)
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 Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 9:45 am
"No kiddin'," he mumbled with a bit of a laugh as he felt his line tug at something only to pull up a rusted soda can. He let out a small 'tsk' and then set it aside, "At least it wasn't anything horrible this time..."
"Or another boot," Endzela said helpfully. She was getting gradually more active as the afternoon went more toward evening.
Kettil rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue at Endzela.
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 9:03 pm
The day was wearing on, Mot was getting tired. He felt another hour of fishing might be it for him.
A pile of boots beside Kettil, topped with a dirty magazine ad pop can. A dirty magazine by Mot, paired with a wet pair of panties. Not quite the haul he had been expecting. In his mind he had pictured himself strolling back with a big sack of fish caught for dinner. Which was silly. Mot didn't eat much of anything anyway.
Mot's eyelids were getting heavy. The day of fishing had done it's job of relaxing the boil.
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Pales rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 10:19 am
Kettil had no expectations of the fishing experience other than to help the other boil to feel better about whatever it was he seemed to be wrestling with so hard. The boil had carefully not brought it up because sometimes it was just better to let the other party 'drop' what was bothering them instead of constantly asking what was wrong with them.
He felt a tug on his line and when he pulled it up the hook was empty. Kettil made a short laugh, "Little bastards," he commented as he rebaited his line, "Think a couple more tries and we'll head in, startin' to get hungry for dinner."
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 7:35 pm
Mot nodded softly, idly swaying back and forth with his pole. "I hear ya." Dinner actually sounded good right now. "Thanks for this, by the way. It helped more than I thought it would."
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Pales rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 7:39 pm
Kettil glanced at the other boil and just offered a genuine smile as he nodded, "Ya! Ain't a deal, Pal. Always glad to make a friend and even gladder to help a friend relax. My day is always better when I make someone smile," he said cheerfully before he turned his attention back to his fishing line for a moment.
"I mean I know we don't know each other very well but I am thinkin' we could be friends," he said simply.
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:33 am
Mot nodded softly, eyeing Kettil. "I'm always open to gaining another friend." He said with a small smile. "Maybe next time we hang out I won't be feeling quite so low."
Mot felt a small tug on his line. With a flick of his wrist, he removed the line from the water. Time moved slowly then, as a tadpole with huge lips emerged from the water. It loosened it's hold on the hook, now slowly flying through the air toward Mot's face. It puckered it's giant lips, aiming to get himself some cowboil loving. Yes, it had waited it's whole life. For you see, it was no mere tadpole. No, it was a cursed Reaper Prince, doomed to live as a tadpole until it kissed a cowboil.
Finally, it would live life again, go back to his girlfriend and----
Mot swatted the tadpole in midair with one of the boots, knocking it several feet out into the water.
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Pales rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:38 am
"Sounds like a plan," he agreed cheerfully as he felt nothing tug at his own line he was starting to grow worried. Was it working up to something horrible? Paranoia took hold for a moment but then he brushed it off as 'nothing'.
Though Mot's little surprise didn't escape him as he gave a short laugh, "It was coming right at your face, Mot! Wonder if it wanted a kiss or something. Didn't know tadpoles had huge lips," he said thoughtfully.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 12:18 pm
"Ew no." Mot retorted, cringing. "They aren't supposed to. I don't think?" Mot set his pole aside and folded his arms. "I'm done. No more mutant fish for me!"
The boots must be mutating them.
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Pales rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 12:28 pm
Kettil laughed a bit, "Maybe. The whole place seems a bit weird like that," he observed as he pulled in his line only to snag at something. With a couple more tugs a wet issue of 'NAUGHTY BOILS 4 U' magazine flopped wetly onto the ground before both of the boils flopped over onto the centerfold as if to taunt them with the image of a rather sexy looking boil with .. endowments that would probably make even the most seasoned ghoul blush.
"I ... I think I went blind," he yelped out his hands covering his own face as his foot kicked out to close the cover. The cover wasn't much better but at least it was a mostly 'clothed' boil giving a rather soggy set of bedroom eyes.
Endzela meanwhile was laughing so hard she fell out of the tree, at least it was a low hanging branch.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 2:36 pm
Mot gaped in horror. To think he made such a fuss over a few naked ghouls. He'd take the naked ghouls anytime over this. He almost couldn't look away. Why was it so... so BIG!? That wasn't.. normal.. was it? Normal boils aren't that hung like that, are they?
Sudden size issues, go.
Luckily Kettil closed it with a foot. Still, both boils were left feeling ill, and Endezela was left rolling with laughter. "I lost my appetite."
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 2:44 pm
"Ugggh, me too," he muttered under his breath as his gazed over at his familiar who was still giggling and rolling about on the ground. Part of him was relieved she was unharmed but another part of him felt a bit annoyed that she was still laughing at them.
He started to get up and collected his 'score' of items though the 'Naughty Boils 4 U' ended up rolled tightly (to hide the cover) so he could throw it away into a waste disposal - preferably an incinerator.
"Shall we head back before this place gets any other ideas?" Kettil asked and then afterward made a quiet sound that made Endzela at least stop long enough to where she could right herself and get onto his shoulders, "Glad you're so easily amused, Endy." (ಠ_ಠ)
The Familiar leaned and affectionately pulled at one of his dreads, "I laugh because I care~," she cooed softly after she released the lock of hair.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 5:18 pm
Mot collected the trash he collected as well, intent on just dumping it all in a trash can. Yes, even the ghoul nudey mag. "Let's go." His eyes drifted the giggling owl now perched on Kettil's shoulder. He managed a small smile and sighed.
Oh well. He supposed it was kind of funny.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 6:42 pm
Kettil flashed a grin at Mot and then started to lead the way back on the way there he trashed the mags (especially the boils one), the can, but he kept the boots to dissect for later use. He paused at the room where he had collected Mot from earlier, "You have a good evenin' and take care, alright? I dunno what yer goin' through but I hope you fight and rise above it," he said encouragingly, he meant well and his words were sincere instead of just platitudes said out of awkwardness or lack of anything else to say. Kettil really did hope that Mot would feel better and would fight through the funk he seemed to be covered in.
Endzela let out a soft hooting sound, "Yes, do take care and I hope you had fun with us. I hope the poof enjoyed his treat," she peered at her Reaper who only gave her a winning smile.
With a quiet wave he then turned and wandered back to his room with his boots that were going to be dissected for their leather parts.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 6:46 pm
Junk disposed of, and his door now back in front of him. Mot turned to Kettil after opening his door, giving the other reaper a grateful grin. Endzela received the same. "Thank you. Both of you. I think I'll manage now."
He waved them off and shut himself back into his room. Letting Heimdal free to run amok, Mot returned to his bed. Not to sob, but to sleep.
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