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Roxy_roxanna2 rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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 Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 12:02 am
Sin decided to stop by the N.A.P booth in the hopes of saying a quick hello to Barth. She peered curiously at a basket set out and poked her hand in hopefully before shrugging and moving on to mix herself some hot spiced pumpkin. It felt good to take a minute to relax before she had to head back to her own booth and handle things. She closed her eyes and sipped her drink with a happy sigh, in all the wild festivity of the night it felt good to have a minute to herself.
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Riffler rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 8:13 am
Genim tilted his head and watched Sin, then reached into the basket himself. His ears remained perked nervously as he was still timid around others from the treatment he'd received at his old school.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 10:00 am
^ Previous posts on the 19th, Basket was CLOSED and not refilled yet, sorry!
HOWEVER.
AS OF THIS POST, THE BASKET HAS BEEN MYSTERIOUSLY REFILLED AGAIN.
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Molten Tigrex rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 10:00 am
Aymet stopped and stared. What? A basket, just sitting out in the open, full of tokens?
Well don't mind if he did.
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Saliru rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 10:00 am
Rin did not mind if he did either, grabbing another and coveting it like a rare diamond in the rough. Just in case he didn't like what was inside the egg. Yes.
Quote: Rin is an 8ft zombie dog boil; "He" has long cropped ears, a stubby tail, two doggish back legs, beady little white eyes, and is dark coloured with tan markings broken up by bright red open wounds that marble "his" entire form. Wears a camo tank top with a well-worn olive green jacket over it, khakis, and dog tags with a skull on the ball-chain.
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Baneful rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 10:00 am
Rep had to stop being such a massive slacker he decided, so hitting up as many booths as possible was the order of the day. Before he started though, he swung by the rest stop, sponsored as it seemed by a club based around chilling out and doing nothing. It would make a great division he thought to himself. They could call it Life.
Spotting the jar of tokens he dipped into it, free swag.
Quote:  Appearance: Rep is a four foot tall pride demon with a well groomed mullet, long arrow tipped demon tail and tiny bat wings. He is dressed in the style of a wealthy military nobleman with polished brass buttons and various skull and other Halloween emblem shaped decorative medals. He has a small red bull perched somewhere on his person at all times.
His voice feels incongruously gruff for his small stature and he has an unusual accent.
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Bilious rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 10:02 am
"I... I think I can manage..." the howler girl's green, goat-like eyes trembled from the horrific hooded creature putting the moves on her toward any sign of exit. Her clawed hand hit the bowl of tokens on her way scrambling backward, "Good sense of smell," She added thoughtfully, as though trying to convince the Grue to leave her be.
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its me debz rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 10:03 am
A tall, dubiously clothed merman shuffled towards the basket. His eyes darted around, as if someone might smack his hand away. Carefully, he pulled four tokens out of the basket, looking around awkwardly.
He was so not used to being seven feet tall. Or blue. Or sparkly and scantily clad. Ariel crossed his arms in an attempt to cover his chest.
Syntax booped at him gently, as if to say, I love you even though you have turned into a zora.Quote: Kostya, now dubbed Ariel, is a super tall zora merman, with luxurious red locks and super sparkly fins and skin. So sparkly. So, so sparkly.
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Ravvlet rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 10:04 am
Wanda returned to the warm embrace of the comfy sofa. Even if she was a little tall for it. :'c She reached into the token basket, scooping up the last two and sitting down with a sigh. Her feet hurt from all that silly dancing, and she wondered what Jerry was doing. What kind of golem had he ended up with? 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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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 10:11 am
Basket is empty! the basket refiller is both a cruel and generous mechanization.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 11:15 am
"Why, yes! How nice of you to notice, and let me add that you smell delicious," Nahm smiled. He paced along with her, long legs easily keeping up. She was clearly not interested in making friendly, but oh, she squeaked and twitched so nicely.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 11:22 am
Jerry glanced around frantically for any backup that might be had. Of course, no one knew who she was but... AH that was Wash's golem, right? At least he THOUGHT so.... no matter, the enormous ghoul would help no matter what, right? Right? With a nervous laugh, the howler scurried behind the couch to hide behind her, humming something under her breath. "I... I really aught to be going!" She managed to squeak to Nahm, using Wash for protective cover.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 11:31 am
Wanda's quiet, contemplative repose was interrupted as a strange looking spike-girl dived behind her couch. What the- She twisted to glance behind her, arching an eyebrow, a question forming in her eyes that began to spill from her lips when she noticed that it was humming. She paused, mouth agape. It was definitely humming the Beatles.Her brow furrowed, and she turned to the other student. Was the girl a hunter? If so... who was this other guy? "Ees dere a problam 'ere?" She enunciated, careful of her teeth. Wanda used all of her seven feet of height, even from her careful perch on the couch, to take in the scene austerely. 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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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 11:36 am
... Hel-LO there. Nahm stopped to give the tall, elegant vampire ghoul a slow, appreciative once-over. "No problems here," he replied with a toothy, too-wide grin. "If you've got problems, I'd be happy to help."
The howler girl's tactic, it seemed, had been effective, if you counted siccing the grue on someone else as being effective.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 1:33 pm
"Ah... no problem!" The possibly-gollem squeaked in a way that indicated yes there was a problem and now it was the other hunter's. The voice was unrecognizable to Wash, definitely feminine. Her eyes, though, remained distrustfully locked on the grue.
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