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 Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 10:02 am
The horse boil had just come from his running regimen and was feeling particularly restless. He had an enjoyable time during the spar between himself and his fellow Fitness Club member, Shun. Maybe this was just his body reminding him of how much he missed his Clan and the more rambunctious members. Perhaps it was time he engaged in another activity he found he rather liked.
A grin pulled at his lips while he rolled his shoulders back, his earlier run slowing down to a brisk jog, bare feet pounding against the grass rather than the walkway leading to the student dorms. From the corner of his eye, he spied a familiar ribbon of red. Sharply, he turned on his heels and made to chase after the bunnywunny he planned on adding to the growing wren in his lair.
Of course, the minipet wasn't going to let itself be caught so easily and proceeded to bound away. It darted behind trees and shrubs and statues and, in this case, behind the leg of a certain musically-inclined reaper.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 11:11 am
"Son of a candle!" Roch said as something ran behind his leg. "What are you doin' back--"
Then he stopped, looking up blankly (with slowly dawning worry) as a massive boil with a mohawk raced straight for him. "Whoa! Whoa!! Don't run me over, man!" he yelped, trying to get out of the way. He hadn't done anything to this massive guy! He would have definitely remembered!
"Wait, if Fang owes you, it ain't my fault!" he added quickly. Because if it wasn't his dad's fault, it was definitely Fang's.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 10:53 pm
Heels dug into the soil as Petro forcibly slowed himself down, doing his best to keep from bowling right into the other boil. In the instance it took for the tikbalang to stop in his tracks, the minipet darted off towards the shrubs. But not before cheekily sticking its tongue out at the pursuing horse boil.
Petro cursed beneath his breath at having his quarry escape. Brown eyes shot the reaper boil an angry glare, "Y' couldn't've thought to grab it?" he snorted, shaking his head, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And who the Jack is Fang?" he demanded tersely.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 10:40 am
"Someone I'm really glad you don't know?" Roch offered. This guy was massive! "Oh, you mean that--that bunny thing?" he said, glancing behind him. "Sorry, I didn't realize that was what you were after," he admitted. "I guess I could uh... help you find it?" Even though he was positive that guy was long gone. But you did your best to keep from making enemies out of guys like this, you lived longer that way.
"I'm Roch, by the way," he offered as he headed for the bushes.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 11:08 am
Petro only snorted, arms folding across his bare chest as the other boil apologized. "'M Petro," was all he said, no friendly smiles, no good-natured suggestion to call him by his nickname. "Y' any good at tracking?" he asked, long strides bringing him into the underbrush where the minipet had darted off into. If the reaper was no good at it, well, Tro did have a couple of traps he needed to check in on. Resetting them was always a pain especially when they caught something that still moved around a lot.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 11:42 am
He was a city boy. The closest he'd ever come to tracking was making tracks away from the scene of a crime. "I can... try?" Roch offered. "Why do you want a bunny anyway? Are you going to eat it?"
Which made sense, he figured a bunny wunny would be pretty decent cooked up with some seasonings, maybe a side of fries or something? "I could probably get some barbeque sauce if you wanted!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 12:00 pm
The horse boil's mouth was still curved downwards as he answered, "Need some for kindling. The others make for good eating." His eyes were fixed on the ground, searching for tracks and other signs that something that recently gone through. But there were a lot of them, must be a busy area for minipets to travel through.
"Y' don't gotta do that. Got my own recipe," he shook his head as he glanced over his shoulder at the reaper boil. He wasn't going to give up the search, however. "Y' fast at running?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 1:31 pm
"Yeah! Er, probably not as fast as you, but I can definitely run!" Roch said, glad that there was something he could do, at least. "I've outrun a couple of boogeymen before," he added. Although he'd used a lot of dirty tricks along the way. A LOT of dirty tricks. And he'd had some help with it, too, he thought, but this wasn't the moment to bring that up.
"Have you found his tracks?" Roch asked curiously, looking at the ground as well. He didn't see s**t, he thought, but he could stare for a bit longer.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 9:26 am
Petro concentrated harder, getting down on his knees as his hands lightly brushed over the numerous tracks. He managed to identify his prey's and saw there were more of them. With a grin, "Good. Keep up, yeah?" Tro suddenly charged forward, his movements surprisingly silent for someone of his size. Every so often he'd look back to see if the reaper was keeping up with him. If Roch wasn't, well, Tro would have someone he would have a little chat with about keeping one's promises.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 10:00 am
Roch was a half dozen steps behind him, not as fast as the horse boil, but keeping decent pace for a reaper. He figured as long as he could keep the other boil in view he was fine. But he had no idea where they were going. It was interesting, he decided, grinning slightly and kicking up the pace just a bit. He wondered where the big guy would lead him.
Usually when he was running it had a lot more people behind him than in front of him, he thought. It was almost as if something were missing!
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 10:52 am
Petro would have preferred his little hunt to have been done with someone who could keep in stride but seeing as this had been a spur of the moment deal, who was he to complain? He slowed down just enough to give the other boil the brief instructions, "We're coming up to the traps. Some'v the bunnys'v gotten smarter. Get ready in case they swarm us," he warned. "They can bite real hard." Despite the grin on his face, there was something ominous in the horse boil's tone.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:20 am
Roch summoned his guitar, bringing up his fist and calling it into form. The he turned it, holding the body upwards and gripping the neck like a handle. It looked a lot like an ax this way. "Ready," he said quietly, a little grin pulling at his lips as he braced himself.
He bent his knees slightly, keeping an eye out for attacking bunnies. Those things must be pretty tough if this guy was worried about it! Maybe they were like those cannon cats?
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:31 am
One or six bunnys, Tro could handle easily. He had handled them easily, and if his intention was to outright end them, he could have at them all the live-long day and he wouldn't need to warn the other boil. "That thing got a blunt end?" he quirked a square-root brow at the weapon, "'M trying to catch 'em alive." He explained, his fists clenching and opening in preparation.
Up ahead, he expected to finds dozens upon dozens of the bunnys and maybe even a couple of stray teddys (they have been known to fall into his traps now and again) but the horse boil was suddenly tense when he heard a strange, unfamiliar hum.
"Y' hear that?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:37 am
Roch changed his grip, using it like a baseball so that he would hit with the back of the guitar. Then he stopped, listening to the hum curiously. "Yeah, you know what it is?" he asked, looking around curiously.
"And I'll try not to kill them," he added, situating himself so his back was somewhat towards the other boil's. He'd rather be back to back than side to side if there was a threat.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:46 am
The monster horse appreciated the caution from the reaper, "Sounds like 's coming from where I set my traps..." his brows furrowed in confusion. He'd never known bunnys or teddys to make that sort of noise before. Were they developing new ways of communication or plotting some sort of takeover of Halloween Town? Carefully, Petro parted some of the shrubs to reveal.
"Ano 'to!?" the confusion was unmistakable in Petro's voice as he stared, mouth curled in disdain at the dozens upon dozens of stars that had congregated in, on, and all around the traps that should have contained BunnyWunnys or TeddyWeddys. Petro bounded towards the strange things, boldly picking one up to study it.
"Y' ever see anything like 'em?" He asked, offering the one he'd gotten to Roch for the reaper's inspection.
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