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Huni Pi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 8:45 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 9:03 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 9:26 am
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Damien had all the hope in his last moment to wake up in the relative safety of Crickets office. That hope shattered once dreary green eyes opened back up in the swirling fog of the cloned Amity. The grim realization set in that he had no easy way out. It made the pup quiver in his greaves, what if he was stuck here for all time.
He let out a cry of despair, a mournful whine high into the air as he crouched low to the ground. "Theres no time for this, focus. Find a scent and track it, find others." he muttered to himself as he began to sniff and move walking around and around the odd landscape that was filtered by the white haze.
The lone figure in the mist made the pup wary as he circled around it. it continued to move closer. It wouldn't back off from what he could tell, so he yapped at it. Yapping does not work against one Roch. "Don't do that, you silly reaper!" he chided the boil as he fell in step, swatting at the punk's arm. "But yes, not stone, so maybe its a different type of infection. he said back. he hoped. he hoped with all his core it was indeed different and cureable to boot.
That was until his ears raised in alarm to the call. one call that wanted others to beckon to them. the hound took off towards it. At the very least, it wasn't talking about home and that was good enough for him. Roch was tugged in tow.
"We're coming!" he barked back in reply and pulled at the scythe reaper like he had the leash between them.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 9:34 am
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The tikbalang stood stock-still, listening in for any movement, any hints that there were might be others nearby. He heard faint hints of voices, voices that did not mutter and whisper about Home. It was only when he heard his name did he recognize its owner, "Sheridan!" he cried out, louder and harder than his earlier yell. There was another voice, coming from elsewhere, the horse monster managed to make out the words, "'M over here!!!!" he continued. If it was a hostile force, it wouldn't give itself away would it? All the same, Petro had his guard up.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 9:41 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 9:43 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 9:51 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 10:15 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 10:21 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 10:32 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 10:39 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 10:47 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 11:01 am
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"I was j'st saying, ain't nothin' wrong with bein' able to sew," Roch said, grinning widely. "No point in hidin' it--I, myself, make a jackin' good hairdresser," he added. "But yeah, the sisters are excellent tattoo artists--I just had Needle do my other shoulder not too long ago," he added. "And unless the place ain't lettin' people heal, I happen t'have a healing chord. So I think I'll survive."
He looked at the dragon then, nodding in greeting. "Who all, exactly, is one of them? Does anyone know?" he asked the group at large.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 11:03 am
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