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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 31, 2015 3:51:19 GMT -8
"Fucking hell!" Micah artfully ducked under a bench, grabing whichever utensil was closest. A spatula. Brilliant. He was alert, not alarmed. Very ready for peeking out at whatever Nat had become from a safe distance. The safer the better. He was a brave soul indeed.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Jan 31, 2015 13:13:22 GMT -8
"Oh, shoot! Nat's gone weird. Mister Vars, I think we need all your charms. Hurry, come with me! Micah, um ... keep hiding! You're doing great, buddy! Take good care of the pups if I don't make it, okay? Especially my little ballerina." He ran straight towards the ruckus. Alex doubted that a demon dead would possess Nat. This must be some kind of strange magic.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 31, 2015 13:30:04 GMT -8
On one side of the conversation stood these guys.On the other stood
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 31, 2015 17:34:23 GMT -8
Vars- Vars, noticing the general disturbance all around, did a light jogging after the others. It was the lazy persons' version of his reaction. He didn't bring much besides some goddess candles and a few diddlydads. He was pretty sure a handful of goddess candles wouldn't do a thing for this.
He reached the amassing of the others. "What's that in his hand. Well, wait, you're the Mr. Nat." He lost focus for a moment and observed the cool styles of Mr. Seth. Maybe he too would have to wear shoulder feathers.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
Posts: 9,204
Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Feb 1, 2015 0:50:13 GMT -8
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 1, 2015 1:58:21 GMT -8
Micah crawled a little closer to the scene, keeping his spatula tight in his hands. One of these days they were gonna meet a monster deathly afraid of spatulas. Today could be that day. Micah hoped the Nat thing wasn't too observy.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 1, 2015 3:01:56 GMT -8
Possessed Nat was too startled to process Alex's primo intel. ((Note edit to last post before this.))
Nat?- "WHO ARE DESE FOOLS AND WHEAH IS DA KINGG!"
Tyrone- "Cool ya jets now, son. That's no way to act, as a gues'."
Nat?- "GUEST? Airee, I done stepped inta anodda man's 'ouuze, raigh."
Nat?- "And anodda man's BODY! HaHA!"
Becky noticed the new arrivals.
Becky- "Hey Al... Mikey."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 1, 2015 3:10:26 GMT -8
Seth- "Uhhh so. You're looking for the 'King Snake?' Wait, me? Some people... called me that, I guess."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 1, 2015 3:15:28 GMT -8
Nat?- "WHY DIDN' YOU SAY SO BEFOAH? "
Nat?- " SNAKE, KING OF SEATTLE, I be Laurent, a son of a Ghede if erra dere was!"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 1, 2015 3:26:18 GMT -8
Seth- "Whoa. Um, nice to meet you, Laurent? I'm not king now though, errr not that I was king but... What... can I help you with?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 1, 2015 3:36:11 GMT -8
Laurent Ghede- "No da king? What is dis warld comin' to, I ask you?"
He held out a cigar, and the orange flame of a nearby candle abandoned its moorings to arc into his blunt. The cherry blazed up as he took a short rapid set of noisy hotbox tokes.
Laurent Ghede- "What next, gentlemen?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 1, 2015 13:20:09 GMT -8
Vars- "Good question. I have a question of my own though. Ok, two: Question one, are you a demon? Question 2: What do you want to parlay for? You're clearly here to parlay." The wheels in his head were turning, albeit a little slowly. Also why was he carrying a staff made of money and cigarettes? For Parlay?
He cocked his head a few times, bird-like, and then put his hand up to support himself against the nearby wall.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 1, 2015 14:36:38 GMT -8
A soft voice was heard from Micah's hiding spot.
"Micah not Mikey."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 1, 2015 14:44:52 GMT -8
Becky- " "
Laurent- "Parlez vous? Non! I am a scion of de loa, I will only speak wid da king, mon."
Tyrone- "You damn well betta be possessed, or I'm a throw your racist ass off that balcony."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 1, 2015 14:47:26 GMT -8
Seth- "Yeah I hope this isn't an effect of long term ganj-exposure.Well, if I'm not the king now, who do you want to talk to?"
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