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leon_a_darkangel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-4)
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 Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 4:31 pm
(posting this so i can see what my result of the last post would have been. Sorry about that!)
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leon_a_darkangel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 4:38 pm
This gerbil's gonna get RIPPED...
Troll: Eckios Chivul
Today's training regimen: the wheel
My training total: 1+ 1 = 2 (whelp he tried anyway!)
Eckios smiled encouragingly at his Gerbil, watching over the little fellow with childish fascination for its movements. Little creatures like this were usually fun to chase, not playing games with. Hm..
Maybe it was the way he was looking a Bonkers that caused it fall off the wheel and end what could have been a fun round of games. "Hey..its ok I'm sorry.." he jutted his lower lip out in a pout. Oh well, he hadn't meant to spook the little fellow with his staring.
My current grand total: 2 I think? I'm not sure how much my volunteer counts as.
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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 7:09 pm
Much Ado...
Troll: Milieu Aojiro
I chose option: PEP TALK
My volunteering total: 2
My current gerbpoints total: 2
Mili was sad that she had come so late to help. Even worse the photoshoot had gone terribly and for the most part backfired. The festival employees told them this was the final day. Smiling to herself, Mili reached into the cage holding Mercedes and gently stroked her pets head. It wasn't much of a pep talk, but the little troll was certain the other understood the intention.
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Magician Arcana rolled 2 20-sided dice:
18, 10
Total: 28 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 7:12 pm
This gerbil's gonna get RIPPED...
Troll: Milieu Aojiro
Today's training regimen: the tubes
Mili set Mercedes at one end and a peice of cheese at the other. The multi limbed gerbil scurried away with surprising speed and confidence. It went down one side and was very close to reaching the cheese when it turned around. Sighing, mili watched it take a new route, only to get stuck halfway. Saving the chubby gerbil, she gave it a nuzzle and walked away.
My training total: 10
My current grand total: 12
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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 9:16 pm
Much Ado...
Troll: Lunear Reglos
I chose option: #2
A week of working out, volunteer work, and effort, (plus a LOT of elbow grease in the sense of Lunear having to make sure his little friends were always well rested and not too overworked or anything. The final day had come and there was just a little more to do- a final push.'
Going and leaving a bunch of flags and little gold star stickers all over their sleeping area was sure to pep up his little chirpers, and when they woke, what a better thing to see then the clipping of the magazine! He was so so proud of them... even if he'd never admit it.
My volunteering total: 11
My current grand total: 9
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 20-sided dice:
3, 16
Total: 19 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 9:23 pm
This gerbil's gonna get RIPPED...
Troll: Lunear Reglos
Today's training regimen: Tubes
A final run in the tubes- Marian and Gabiel both had gotten a bit buff. Not to buff however. Marian still rolled her way down various tubes and on occasion Gabiel would just stop and take a mid training nap but that was okay.
They'd had a long week. They could rest a bit.
My training total: 13
My current grand total: 14 (2 from orp)
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 10:02 pm
Much Ado...
Troll: Vitula Picato
I chose option: #2
My volunteering total: 8
My current grand total: 3 (if you meant what I have left over from sepnding)
During the photo shoot, Vitula had met one of the cutest gerbils he may have ever seen. For today’s volunteer work, there was not much to do. A lot of trolls who had helped either ended up going home or staying to finish up a few last detailed things. Vitula thought it would be a awesome idea to go find this gerbil he met and give him a nice pep talk. He walked over to the cages reading each name tag till he made it to the gerbil he was looking for. He read the name tag “Apollo” and stood there for a few minutes talking the gerbil up, telling him how he could win the race and how all his invested gerbcurrancy was invested in him. Vitula then handed Apollo a snack and wished him luck one more time before heading back to his hive.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 12:13 am
Picture this... Troll: Milieu Aojiro Entry: Mili nervously slipped the sealed packet of papers into the large box that said "DEPOSIT HERE" ===> Read the Contents of the Sealed Packet: Picture One || Picture Two || Picture ThreeA note written in neat block script It's New! It's Grand! It's the GERB HOODIE FROM NUMM CORP. Wacky weather got you down? NOT ANYMORE! Our Gerb hood is not only cozy, fashionable, and adorable, but also water resistant. Caught out in a sand storm? Trying to break into a troll's home? Lost your way through Four Fronds and the sun's coming up? Never fear - The hoodie also doubles as a STEALTH CAPE that turns you into an adorably oversized multi-limbed gerbil luses! Awwwwwwwwwwww. How cute and non threatening! Comes in two sizes: Teen "Mercedes" and Kid "Apollo"! You'll definitely be the talk of the town when you wear: GERB HOODIE FROM NUMM CORP.
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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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thyPOPE rolled 3 6-sided dice:
6, 6, 5
Total: 17 (3-18)
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 1:09 am
This gerbil's gonna get RIPPED...
Troll: Dictys Glauci
Today's training regimen: the ball
There was one last machine left to conquer. Dictys swept eir gaze over the balls, and then selected one that looked promising. This had better work out well for Laureate and emself...
What an adorable little athlete Laureate was making itself out to be. A small smirk grew on Dictys' face as ey watched the little creature go. It was not perhaps as productive as the wheel had been, but, well, it was an acceptable medium.
My training total: 30 billion (97)
My current grand total: 24
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 1:49 am
Primped and perfect! Troll: Dictys Glauci Entry: Primped and perfect? Primped and beyond perfect, more like. Dictys examined Laureate with satisfaction and glee. It bore now everything it needed to be a successful gerbil: an elegant, regal little capelet with clasps in an appropriately royal accent color. Fantastic golden shoes all laced up in the trendiest style. Racing goggles - so it'd look stylish (and the cheek fin attachments? Sure, on a troll who wasn't a seadweller they were downright tacky, but on Laureate they were both stylish and, well, cheeky!) and still be able to see (and not have dust in its eyes, to boot!). The lovely harness that had won Dictys so much approval from the event's organizers, with its ringed changed out for something a little more gilded. Plenty of golden armlets and leglets and tail-lets. A flashy collar with dangerous-looking violet spikes and a tag that bore both Dictys' and its own symbol. Exercise wristbands with bonus fins. Little false wings like the trolls of legend, providing that perfect amount of flair. And, of course, a crown of golden laurels dotted with violet berries: the perfect finish to an already perfect ensemble, and it matched Laureate's name, too! Laureate truly had it all. Yes, Dictys mused, looking over Laureate with glee. It did cut a rather impressive little figure. It'd do well in this competition for certain!
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 1:53 am
Much Ado...
Troll: Dictys Glauci
I chose option: 3
One last chance to see the gerbils before the big day (or, well, days)? Well, then Dictys must make the most of it.
Ey'd found the recipe for the concoction online, really - and, er, well, Dictys wasn't much of a cook. But Mommydaddy had watched em create it, and looked on approvingly, and - well, it was probably edible! And really, really good for Laureate. Or at least Laureate's chances. Dictys nodded to emself, even as others might have eyed the bright, oozy fluid in eir little hands warily. Energy drinks would be an excellent path to success - and there was no way this one could hurt. All of its ingredients were perfectly healthy! Even if the final concoction looked anything but.
Well, if protein shakes for trolls looked unappetizing, this probably worked the same way. Ey placed the little bottle by Laureate's cage gingerly. "You'll be a champion," Dictys whispered. "I'm sure of it!"
My volunteering total: 13
My current grand total: 24
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 2:08 am
Picture this... Troll: Dictys Glauci Entry: How is a gerbil like a writing desk? It isn't. But a Gloriously Exclusive Rolltop Battlestation: Itinerant Luxury Edition? Well, it's got all the features of an ordinary desk, and more! This powerhouse of a workstation is a product fit for Alternia's finest multitaskers. It features a file storage and organization system fit for a seadweller (with multiple efficiently-sized compartments, including electronic device charging displays and charging ports, writing utensil drawers, and more!), an excellently sturdy pull-out writing board and lap drawer, and luxuriously smooth desk space with a glossy ivory finish. All your favorite high-tech gadgets will feel right at home here. Wait...what're those wheels for? We're so glad you asked! Like our multi-limbed friends, this rolltop is mobile (and has plenty of legs, and leg room! wink ), so you can sit and work as you transport yourself from place to place. Lunar-powered for efficiency and productivity even in a pinch, these fabulous wheels can be raised and lowered as necessary to convert your desk between the fabulously useful itinerant and stationary modes. Accents and finishes available in all blood colors, or custom, if you really want to go the distance! Comes packaged with a proportionately-sized matching desk for your own furry companion. GERBILe: so much better than a common writing desk.
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Green Minuet rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 3:47 am
This gerbil's gonna get RIPPED...
Troll: Kursha
Today's training regimen: the wheel
My training total: 51 + 1 = 52
My current grand total: 52
Kursha burst through the doors of the training block with sudden vigour. The race was coming up soon. He had to make a good impression on the gerbils for the few nights they had left of training. Glancing at the block's occupants urging their quietly urging their rodents on, Kursha lifted his lip in a scornful sneer. These mudbrains thought that was training. He almost wanted to laugh. It was pathetic. He on the other hand, he knew what real training was like. Tears, frustration, and disappointment. After all, he had learned from only the very best: the Colonel. It was high time he showed these rodents what a winner looked like.
Marching over to the gerbil cages, Kursha scooped up his training partner. "You. Me. Wheel. Now," he told it stiffly. The gerbil yawned sleepily. Kursha might have been trying too hard.
He placed it inside the wheel, and the gerbil started off at a slow trot. Kursha watched with eyes reminiscent of a hawk. Or maybe an eagle. An eaglesnake to be precise.
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Green Minuet rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 3:52 am
This gerbil's gonna get RIPPED...
Troll: Kursha
Today's training regimen: the wheel
My training total: 52 + BUST! = 52
My current grand total: 52
Perhaps he had grabbed the wrong gerbil. Or perhaps his piercing glare had paralysed its limbs. Regardless, the gerbil was not moving. Kursha wanted to scream with frustration. That would not do though. He could not show anyone that weakness. Instead, he grabbed the gerbil by the rough of the neck and placed it albeit somewhat roughly back into its cage. Quietly seething, he left without a word.
OoC: Is it bad that I'm happy it was a bust? I swear, karma always comes to bite this kid in the a** in dice rolls and it's wonderful.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 4:56 am
Much Ado...
Troll: Ephias
I chose option: #2
My volunteering total: 6
My current grand total: 1
Ephias was a little proud of himself. True, the photos had not been a huge success, and true he had not made much from his efforts, but the artistic director had liked the shots and that had to mean something. Maybe he had a hidden talent! It was too bad about the picture with the flea though. Ephias had been fond of that one. Parasitic as they were, fleas were still fascinating organisms and it was his first time seeing one up close like that. Nevertheless, a job was a job. It needed to be done.
The volunteer coordinator was telling him he could see the gerbils one last time before the races. Ephias was not sure he wanted to, but he nodded and grudgingly went inside. Over two dozen tiny black eyes turned to blink at him as he entered. Uneasy, Ephias went over to the cage nearest to the door. The name plate read "Theodore". Its occupant was currently napping. Pulling up a stool, Ephias sat down and watched the beast as it slept. Its sides rose and fell like a forge bellows. Ephias rubbed at his eyes. He would have liked a nap himself.
"The race is in two n-nights. What do you think about that?" he said absently, then paused. "Nothing of course. If any-anything, you're probably just happy to be getting all this attention. Trolls come in here to feed you, play with you, t-talk to you even, I bet..." Ephias trailed off. That was exactly what he was doing. Even having acknowledging that though, he was too tired to care.
"It doesn't seem that bad a life," he rambled. "Things are s-simple. Simple-ish anyway. You don't have to worry about what to do next, where your next meal will come from, or having to find a safe place to sleep. Someone takes care of that for you and you mere-merely take things as come."
"Still, I suppose that can be a bad thing too. You aren't in control of your destiny. What-whatever opinion you may have is overridden and disregarded by a species that v-views you as a source of entertainment. You're completely powerless..." Ephias fell silent, locked deep in thought. After a moment, he spoke again. "Not completely, I guess. After all, how well you do in the race is entirely up to you. Who knows, you might even have more influence beyond that." He stood. Pulling a treat out from his pocket, he slipped it in between the bars of the cage. "Try not to get trampled."
OoC: And the shittiest pep talk award goes to...! Weird existentialist crap at 5:00 in the morning.
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