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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:19 pm
bash helps pin on the diaper and then drags forth his own rag going to help his brother while they listen to kero's story... brownies rarely sit still... they almost always have to keep busy... iffin ye see one sitting quietly somewhere, take it's temp, it's probably sick.....
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:22 pm
*Kero continues his story...and the crystal shows the pictures of what happened...how Rhea had gone to the age of the dinosaurs to get something for a spell...how she had run into an ancestral dragon...and how she had managed to get away only because she had gold on hand...*
For you see...even back in those times, Dragons were greedy for gold...and that hasn't changed....thank you for helping me with my diaper, bash.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:37 pm
bash nods back and drags a broom from his back pocket.... he begins to sweep the floor but he must not be doing it right because crash pulls forth another broom and follows along behind him repeating the task....
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:40 pm
*Kero goes over to crash and bash, smelling them...sniffing in truth for whomever had frightened them*
Don't worry, you two...I'm just catching your scents and logging them in my memory...that way I can know where you are and not run into you...
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:48 pm
ye catch an image of a large grey mare... but it is fleeting and swiftly gone... maybe the mare hasn't really threatened them... could it be something they have done.....
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:50 pm
Note: Would that mare be a certain cook?
*Kero closes his eyes, logging the scent into his memory...then swiftly moves into the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself with his tail*
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:00 pm
crash scratches his head and turns to his brother... i thought he couldn't use the bathroom... that's why he's wearing diapers... right? bash rolls his eyes and keeps on sweeping....
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:03 pm
*Inside the bathroom, Kero is liberally applying venom to his tongue...as he just bit down on a piece of hot pepper left in his mouth...he comes out and sinks into a meditative trance on his bed, trying to remember where he had seen that mare*
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:04 pm
story teller rolls her eyes... very funny kerobian... says a voice in the back of his head... ye were moving her saltcellar earlier ye know.....
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:08 pm
Note: How droll...I always thought of Champhy as a light greenish-blue...not grey...but okay.
*Kero comes out of his trance...and blushes red under his black fur*
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:14 pm
*note - in most tales, water horses are the color of the hair they have when they are humanoid.... if it is black, they are black.... iffin it whie with a bluish tint, they are blue.... champhy has grey hair, and that much i have stated before... but yer right... i never did describe her well... sorry....
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:15 pm
Note: Gotcha...didn't know that...fact logged...okay, as I was saying:
*Kero comes out of his trance...and blushes red under his sable fur...*
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:22 pm
what's that stench grumbles bash as he works his way about the floor, sweeping up invisible dust bunnies... crash screws up his nose and gasps for air... oh laudy.... he moans.. cat did ye.....
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:27 pm
*Kero nods*
Excuse me for a moment
*Moving into the bathroom, he changes himself, using what he had learned from his last few deagings...he even maages to pin a fresh one on, and to wash the soiled one and hang it up...he goes back outside*
Thank the all-ruler I'm used to caring for myself...if you two wll excuse me again...I need to go out to the gardens...
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:29 pm
bash shrugs... we were told to help ye up here... not in the gardens.... that me sister's turf... sorry....
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