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 Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 9:47 am
Katzenjammer had done something bad. He wasn't sure what it was- the falling glasses had made such a pretty tinkling sound when they hit the floor- but apparently, his human didn't like Palu music. Grumbling, she'd put him in the backyard with the admonition "Stay out of trouble for once, please!" and shut the door tightly as she cleaned up his mess. But despite his pitiful whimpering, she hadn't let him back in. Two minutes later, Jam was bored. Muttering to himself about the incompetence of humans, he started making a plan for his great escape. The fence had a loose board; he'd escaped through there before, and was pretty sure the human had no idea it was there. Glancing at the window to make sure she wasn't watching, Jam slunk oer to the board and pushed it aside. Grunting and wriggling, he popped through, tasting sweet freedom. Now... to explore. The little Palu clambered up onto the fence itself and walked carefully along it, looking along to see if there were other Palui in other backyards to talk to. His purple fur shimmered in the sun as he surveyed his little kingdom; it had been mere weeks since he'd come in from the wild, following the brown one home, and he was liking life here. So much to climb on! As he walked, a splintery section of fence buckled beneath him, so he hopped down into one of the yards. Uh-oh. This was somebody else's space- would they be mad at him? He looked around to see if any other Palu was outdoors. Hopefully, he hadn't fallen into somebody mean's space!
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 10:42 am
As a gust of wind kicked in, Turret dashed towards a low tree, and tried to get the waving branches's fruit. In the end, her attempts were fruitless, but she quickly got over the failure. Padding over to a side of her owner's property, she noticed something purple plop down. "I see you~" she said in a creepy voice not unlike the turrets from a popular video game, crouching down. It was always fun to meet new people, especially by means of jumping on top of them.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 9:56 pm
At first, it looked like he was alone. Jam relaxed a bit, feeling more secure about his fall into the yard. With no big Palu to bite him, he could focus on getting back up on the fence and continuing his survey expedition of the world. He looked up at the fence, and saw a place where he could climb up to continue his journey. However, a strange voice came out of nowhere, and Jam froze dead in his tracks. He jumped, startled, and tripped a bit on his own paws when he landed. "Whozzat?" he said, looking about wildly. There didn't seem to be anybody there... but there had been a voice! He knew it! He wasn't crazy or anything- that'd be nuts! "Where are you? Who are you? Is this your yard?" But there was nobody there to answer...
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 4:56 am
"Awww. You stole my lines." Turret popped out of her crouch, becoming visible to the other Palu. "....I like your purpley-ness. I bet no one calls you pink!" She quickly went from disappointed to friendly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 6:42 am
The appearance of the other Palu was quite a surprise to Jam, and he fell back onto his haunches, wiggling his ears in curiousity. However, the friendly look on her face was encouraging. Grinning, he nodded at her. "You're purple, too! And... magenta! Like flowers! My name's Katzenjammer, or Jam, but you can call me Pink if you want to. What should I call you? I'm not in trouble for being in here, am I?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 7:01 am
Honestly, she wanted to call him Kat, but if he wanted to be Jam...wait. Jam? "Hello Jelly." Turret said, trying to be funny. "You can call me Turret or Neon or Eyerape...but not Pink. Anything but Pink cuz I'm not pink!" She fluffed up for a second but calmed down a moment later. "No. You're not in trouble. Only Flower and the Clown-guy aren't allowed here, and that's Cy-Cy's rules." she shrugged, not thinking about if the other purple Palu knew who any of those Palu were.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 7:35 am
"I've never met Flower, or the Clown-guy, or Cy-Cy. But I'm not any of 'em, so I should be ok." Jam licked his paw and cocked his head at her. "I think I'm gonna call you... hm. Turret for now. I like it!" He squinted at her for a second. "Why would anybody call you pink? You're purple. With magenta. Or is it fuschia? Or amaranth, or cerise, or rose? It's not pink. Pink's, like, flamingo color. You don't look like a flamingo!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 10:41 am
"I don't know. I think some Palu have bad eye-sight. I'm purple and proud!" Turret posed before rolling around. "I wouldn't wanna look like a flamingo. Those guys are weeeeird."
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 1:11 pm
"Well, you're a pretty purple Palu, and people who say you're pink are silly!" Jam declared proudly. He liked knowing another purple Palu; the only other one he really knew well was mostly brown, and lazy. But! While it was nice to meet Turret, he still had the whole world to see. And it'd be nice to see it with a friend. "Are you allowed to leave here? Or do you hafta stay in the yard?" he asked. He hoped she wasn't stuck here... your world was so small if it was just one yard big!
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 4:51 pm
"Of course I can leave!" Turret laughed, getting to her feet and pointing with her tail to the beach that was only seperated from the lot with a wall of bushes, which had an opening in it, big enough for humans and Palu alike. "All of us can leave whenever we want. Me, Foxy, Cy-Cy, Kiya, Bondy, even Caramel." the last name was said with disgust.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 7:19 pm
"Cool!" Katzenjammer jumped to his feet. "Sometimes I hafta stay in the yard. But generally I escape. Let's go exploring! Do you know the area well? What's neat?" His exuberance was, hopefully, catching, for now that the idea of touring the world with somebody had caught in his mind, it wasn't leaving. "There's lots of you here, aren't there? It's just me and Ruck at home, and she's boring. I'm glad you're not boring!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 3:17 pm
"I've been all over!" Turret said, liking the idea of being a tour guide. "There's the beach, a path to a few volcanos, a path to a spring, forests and stuff....lotsa places I've been to." she nodded. "And at Pata Pata, there's me, my Daddy, Foxheart, Cyrus, Kiya, my buddy Bondy, and last and definately least, Caramel. Six of us, minus the minions."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 7:54 pm
"Your yard has a name? Neat! Our hill has a name, but our yard doesn't. I wanna meet all your friends and the minions... minions... those like onions or something? Onions smell pretty bad, but they can be tasty when they're chopped up into some hamburger or something. Can we go look at the volcanoes? I've never been, and I think it'd be fun! Or if there's something you like better, or think is cooler, we oughta go there. You pick!" Jam waggled his tail in anticipation. Today was turning out awesomely!
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 6:10 am
"Not just the yard is named that, so is the house!" Turret pointed to the cabin-on-stilts behind them. "Minions aren't like onions at all. Minions are evil. Which volcano do you wanna go to? The snowy one or the firey one?" Being the adopted child of a Fire Palu that was obsessed with volcanoes and hated water, she knew the route to the latter volcano like the back of her paw. The snow volcano, however, not so well.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 5:56 pm
"Neat! I've never met a house with a name!" Katzenjammer waved with one paw at the house. "Hi, Pata Pata!" The house didn't respond, but he didn't really expect it to. He just wanted to acknowledge it. "Evil? Weird. What'd they want to be evil for? Seems kind of a waste of time to me... I mean, there's so much else to do, having to think about being evil all the time would get in the way. Speaking of stuff to do, I already know about cold, so let's go see the fiery volcano!"
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