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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 9:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 9:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 11:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 12:55 am
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Marosa grimaced as he reached for the ale, only to find that everything was fading, fading, fading around him --
and he found Yaya's shoulder against his side. Blinking sleep from his eyes, the redhead shook his head and yawned, attempting to make sense of what was happening around him.
"Did we really go tae another place, or was oi jes dreamin'?" He glanced to both Yaya and Cearney, more tired than anything else.
It seemed far too real to be a dream, however. The first thought that entered his mind was wanting to call Sin a daft hen, but he didn't know her well enough yet. At least she'd gone along with his plan - as shoddy as that was.
And Cearney - he couldn't even imagine how the leprechaun felt, but he had the sense that the other fey was pissed. Marosa blinked drearily and frowned, pushing curls from his nose.
"Are ye okay, friend?" Yes, he considered the other a friend, he realized with a blink. Sadly, he hadn't had a fey friend before...
SN: MAROSA
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:29 am
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The hellhound grumbled as he sat up, taking out his notepad and pen. So the homework assignment was simple; writing an essay about their experiences due to the effects of the candy that they were given. Made sense since the Professor didn't have any and all her students were apparently knocked out into some sort of dream state. He huffed as he put the pad away, looking down at the toothy rabbit that stared back at him.
Well, it wasn't candy...
The Professor said they could take it....
With a quirk of his brow, he looped an arm around it, hoisted it up, and made his ay for the door.
It was nonsense. Nonsense and silliness all around. But at least it will be something to talk about; pudgy, winged, bow-carrying, diaper wearing, babies.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 7:02 pm
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... Well, at least he knew he would have plenty to get 600 words out of considering that adventure.
Or maybe not. He might just end up writing, "It was too green and there were too many rainbows and they mock my race of the leprechauns made of true FEAR," over and over and over again. This was torment. True torment.
(That was probably a bit overdramatic but that wasn't something he was considering.)
Cearney beckoned his particular chocolate bunny a bit closer, letting the hare hop onto his shoulder and settle itself there. Well, at least the bunny seemed to be a nice companion. "I'll get you a nice bed like my little kitpin has," he cooed, scratching under the bunny's chin for a moment--before realizing he was being talked to and turning his attention towards Marosa. Oh. No one just saw that.
No one.
"I'm fine," he grunted, in a way that made it obvious he very much was not. "I think I wanna go back to my room and mull over this for a bit. Maybe make a report back to the clan..."
And maybe play with his minipets a little.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 8:05 am
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 8:57 pm
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 11:21 pm
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