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 Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 2:03 pm
the two brownies examine their tails with glee.... well what do ya know.. he's right.... wait till we tell ma...
thank you mister voidmaster, sir.... now what do ye want us to do....
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 2:05 pm
*Kero nods his head*
At this point...I need to finish meditating...but you should know that working with me will be fairly easy...all ye need to do is keep my supplies stocked...
Now, I don't know how far I have deaged...I do know that I will need milk...and lots of it...while I finish meditating, can you get that for me, please?
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 2:08 pm
the two brownies do a sincere imitation of a bobble toy and dash off....
(well i'm off for a bit... hopefully not too long, but i have to balance the check book... yuch... hate that chore....)
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 2:19 pm
(See ya, then...suly amril)
*Kero sinks into his meditation, examining his body...learning all he can about it...then sighs...he's about a seven month old desert miner...a kitten...he looks at the brownies when they return*
Thank you, both of you...now, can you do this privately...I have been deaged to a much younger age than usual...I need you to go to the nursery and get some diapers...but please do not tell them who they're for, okay...I have my pride...
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 5:05 pm
crash scratches his head, at least ye think it's crash, his tail is hidden at the moment and ye really don't feel like spinning him about like a top to count his hairs... a diaper he mutters... why not a sandbox, wouldn't that work better... i've never seen a cat in diapers afore... begging yer pardon... truth be told... but then i've never met a cat quite like ye, m'sirra... what breed are ye anyway.... some fancy show tabby....
his brother stomps his toes and whispers in his ear... as he speaks crash's eyes get round like saucers... a lion ye say... crimminee!!!!!!! why she tell us to take care of a lion? damn horse... i knew i shouldn't have trusted her when she said she had a job fer us.... keep him amused she said... keep him out of me kitchen she said... she said nothing about him being a lion... then he stops, turns white as a sheet and gulps loudly...
ummm sorry, sir lion.... diapers ye say... there's no one here in diapers that i know of... but maybe we can find ye some towels or the like... ye could always ask the missus
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 5:29 pm
*Kero chuckles*
I am a desert miner, a rare breed of lion...and as to why a diaper...the reason is very simple...I need to work...and study...and meditation is the only way I know to do so, right now...while in my trances, my body goes on autopilot...I won't even know I'm using the bathroom until I wake up...be glad these last two trances didn't take long...
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 5:31 pm
darn i had hoped to get me edit in before ye got on rofl rofl
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 5:39 pm
*Kero laughs*
I'm not going to eat you, man...I couldn't, even if I wanted to...and Champhy's having one at your expense...I keep to myself, usually...
And yeah, I'm a lion...a venemous one, actually...I'm also one of Lady Lyssan's friends...
And whatever ye kin find would help me immensely...I go on auto pilot when in my trances...and believe me, I'm a desert creature...even if I clean up after myself, the smell lingers for days...so if you don't mind, whatever ye kin find will work...don't exhaust yourselves, though...
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 5:46 pm
bash... and this time yer sure it is bash cause he's holding his tail and wringing it hard... bobbing his head and looking mightily worried....
anyway... rofl bash nods furiously and drags his brother out the door... a short time later they come in with a huge stack of soft white towels, stolen from the bath of course... plus a seamstress to tailor them to kero's needs... while she's doing this... they drag in a large wooden wash tub and shove it into kerobian's bath... then begin stringing lines all over the bathroom... kind of looks like a serious game of cat's cradle or a malevolent spider's web....
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 5:48 pm
*Kero cocks an eyelid*
Dare I ask?
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 5:58 pm
crash peeks into the room with a grin the size of manhatten..... why so we can hang yer nappies up to dry of course... he disappears with a yelp and bash's head appears instead... come to think of it... was it crash in the door first or bash... oh well... anyway... one now sports a black eye... my idea... my idea... shouts the second head... then it too disappears and ye hear a brief sound of scuffling.. then they both come to the door.. sporting black eyes (opposite ones that god!) and torn shirts... um says the one with the black left eye... we thought we'd hide yer laundry in here...
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:01 pm
*Kero laughs uproariously*
Okay then...now, while ye set that up...*Comes in to help them*...what exactly did Cha,phy tell ye about me...because ye were acting a tad frightened a few minutes ago...
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:03 pm
all of a sudden the one with the blackened right eye slams a hand to his forehead... the milk!!!!! we forgot the milk.... and before ye can say anything to them they are off at a run to the kitchen....
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:07 pm
*Kero snags them both with his tail*
Calm down, you two...there's no need to get all worked up about it...I'm not hungry right now anyways...what's with all the jumping around? Are you frightened of me for some reason...did someone tell ye some story about me while ye were out?
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:15 pm
crash (yep it'is crash ye got the hair count right this time and he's the one with the right eye blackened...) eyes ye funnily... stories? i do so love stories... right bash... bash's head is going a mile a minute... so fast he seems to be on autopilot... crash soon reinforces this observation when he slaps him hard to get him to stop... s..s..s..sorry... says bash sheepishly... are ye going to tell us a story says crash glaring at his twin....
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