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That was odd: since when was the main tent in the center of the reserve accompanied by a closed off pen?
And there it was reconfirmed: next to the main trance tent where Medea, and occasionally the four Protectors would reside, was a small closed off pen. Small, being a relative word, as the size itself was rather generous, and so were the gates, made entirely out of newly cut and polished, hammered and pegged wooden fences.
There were a few notable things however, that seemed very very odd. The first was that the pen was open, or rather, a section of a hinged gate was angled outwards. The second was that there were several notable cloven hoofprints against the grass all leading outwards. And the third, the most problematic, was the head Priestess, Medea, wandering back and forth inside the pen looking extremely perplexed.
Clearly this was a problem of urgent importance
OOC Any Lost Clan member is invited into this ORP, they can look around further, investigate with each other, or just show up to ask Medea questions! - There will perhaps be token rewards for doing an IC job well done.... perhaps
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:01 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:23 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:39 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:41 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:49 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:49 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:50 pm
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Jay increasingly found herself spending more and more time in the Weeping Forest, more than she initially thought she would. She had first entered it because the forest reminded her of home, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same, but that wasn’t necessarily bad. The horsewoman enjoyed exploring new places, especially when it was similar to places she was familiar with. Finding the nuances that differentiated the Weeping Forest with her own forest was interesting. She idly stretched out her wings as she exited the forest, a couple of leaves in her long, messy hair. Yawning, Jay combed her fingers through her hair to weed out the plants and twigs that had fallen in while she had taken a nap in the trees. She shouldn’t have been lazing around when there was still much to rebuild, but sometimes she couldn’t help herself.
Her eyes lit up curiously when she noticed the main tent was different. She shifted her steps, walking toward the center of the reserve so she could garner a closer look at it. Ah, yes! The tent now had some sort of pen at its side. It was a spacious pen, with the gate swung open. Jay quirked an eyebrow at the sight before she shifted her attention to the priestess and other horsemen gathered nearby. She managed to arrive in time to catch the name “Mr. Fluffy.” Her interest was piqued.
“Mr. Fluffy?” she repeated. “Is Mr. Fluffy big and fuzzy and friendly and loyal and fluffy? Because it sounds like it.”
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 4:13 pm
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Upon asking to describe Mr. Fluffy, Medea's expression turned slightly disappointed. Just slightly. She never really was up to date with those new horsemen lingo things or Human World expressions the younger Clans members liked to pick up during their Lair deployments.
"Well," She began, trying to stall for time. Think of something, Mr. Fluffy needs all of the people rescuing him, you have to win these clan members over. "He is very.... fluffy. He's super super fluffy and he has this - " Here, she tried to seem at least in with the times as she moved her arms into a heart-shape, "Giant fluffy head like this."
There was a reason she was a priestess that usually just stayed cloistered in her own Temple, okay.
Upon hearing Mmur's comment, the priestess dropped her stance. Men. "I will have you know that Mr. Fluffy has been my loyal companion for over a century, I will not have you belittle him like this." This barely made sense: hadn't they been implying that they left her? She haughtily turned away. "Consider it a request then from the Head Priestess: the first person to locate Mr. Fluffy will be greatly compensated for their efforts." A pause. "Though I would appreciate any of his kind being returned to me, their fur is used to create a luxurious cloth of great monetary value."
Another pause. Wait, why where they still waiting there? Horsemen these days... "Go along then, and remember that all paths leads to the same end."
Wait, what did that have to do with al-
OOC - ALL HORSEMEN HAVE BEEN ASKED TO WRANGLE AN ALPACA. - Go HERE to read the instructions. Basically, horsemen can visit any STUDENT/ AMITYVILLE thread that is marked with an A to wrangle an alpaca and bring it back. Simply rp pushing a subdued alpaca back into the pen. Maybe one of those that ran away is this legendary Mr. Fluffy....
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 4:15 pm
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When he noticed the small crowd of people crowding around what appeared to be a fenced pen of sorts. Curiosity already piqued, Mengyao idly wandered over, the fan in his hand brushing against his cheek. It was not just the remaining members of one clan, but many - including the Priestess herself. And Mengyao was left wondering the exact same thing as everyone else:
Where had that pen come from, anyway.
Besides that, however, he really had no idea who - or what - "Mr. Fluffy" was, though the fact that Medea, of all people, was looking for he - she - it - should have been a sign that it was something important.
Mr. Fluffy.
...he tried not to think of what exactly that could be. Mengyao, standing mostly in the back, was standing beside a young famine horseman with a large, yellowed animal skull on his head.
"Whatever he is, maybe he just didn't like you."
A laugh escaped Mengyao's throat before he could stop it, and he hastily muffled it by the fan over his face and a heavily draped sleeve lifting to block it.
But it seemed as if they were going to go find...something.
Mengyao suddenly felt like a ranger, for some reason.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 4:37 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 4:40 pm
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