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STATUS: When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!" 9 yrs ago
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When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!"
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*hands Cara her favorite breakfast food* Heya there...
The little girl smiled when the elf mentioned gold in payment for her stay. She had wondered precisely the same thing the year before, and had asked Pappa why he had let the man with the fearsome battle-ax and armor to stay the night, eat their food and leave the next morning with some supplies. She had asked why Pappa hadn't demanded gold from the man for the food, supplies and shelter. He had turned his powerful gaze to her with a rare smile, ruffling her hair, which had been short at the time over a bout with lice," Gold has little use in the wild, my heart."
"But everyone in the village likes it. It buys things there," She had said, observant little creature that she was.
"We don't live there, Kora," He had said with a chuckle," We live here, where the things we need are food, warmth and shelter from the elements. And we can't eat gold. You will find that I profited quite a bit from the man's stay. I hope you learn this one day, child."
She still didn't understand what he meant, but Pappa would want to learn of an elf in the woods. Maybe he would extend her the same courtesy as the warrior," Pappa doesn't need gold. And if he's in a nice mood, he might give you some supplies to be on your way. Either way, you don't want to be asleep out here when night falls. It gets cold, and there are wolves. You will sleep better with us,' She started moving back towards her and Pappa's cabin," My name's Kora. Pappa told me not to be afraid of anyone that doesn't want to harm me or mine. Come!"
"But everyone in the village likes it. It buys things there," She had said, observant little creature that she was.
"We don't live there, Kora," He had said with a chuckle," We live here, where the things we need are food, warmth and shelter from the elements. And we can't eat gold. You will find that I profited quite a bit from the man's stay. I hope you learn this one day, child."
She still didn't understand what he meant, but Pappa would want to learn of an elf in the woods. Maybe he would extend her the same courtesy as the warrior," Pappa doesn't need gold. And if he's in a nice mood, he might give you some supplies to be on your way. Either way, you don't want to be asleep out here when night falls. It gets cold, and there are wolves. You will sleep better with us,' She started moving back towards her and Pappa's cabin," My name's Kora. Pappa told me not to be afraid of anyone that doesn't want to harm me or mine. Come!"
Thought you weren't gonna be around today.
Sorry for taking so long with a post... work's been crazy this week...
No hunter enjoyed the press. Having their faces plastered over every headline in a tri-state area was a Hunter's worst nightmare, as they did what they did for various reasons, revenge, love, or simply because it was a job that needed doing, and not a lot of people were physically or mentally prepared to take on the fight. There were other reasons too, but there weren't a whole lot of hunters that did what they did because they liked fame and glory. There wasn't much to be had in this business, and the little that there was was short lived. People remembered villains a lot longer than they remembered heroes, after all.
He should have just killed the officers and skipped town. Avoided all of this hassle.
He shrugged as he ducked into the police vehicle, sighing. No, that wouldn't have been right. He was closer to being a monster than they were. They were just doing their job, and he was an unfortunate casualty in that. crossfire. He was going to the chair or some psychiatric facility, as was the norm when Hunters got caught. Monsters put a lot of effort into being a part of their community and hiding in plain sight amidst their prey, and so when a shifty and ragged looking man appeared and tried to kill them, these pristine members of the community would be believed over them, especially if the hunter claimed that they were monsters and not nice people.
Humans were odd sometimes, he thought, ducking under the view of the cameras in the news vans. leaning back once they were clear. The air was getting cold, and the hunter shivered, recalling that he had left his coat in the car along with the rest of his stuff which was likely going to get confiscated. All of this he didn't mind much, past a primal survival instinct. Nobody was going to miss him a terrible lot, and he hadn't exactly been a prime show of a good person. He was something of a dick, if he did say so himself. The only regret that he had was that his failure to catch the fuckers that had killed the little girl was going to make another hunter go out of his way to do so.
He leaned back in his seat," Nah, I don't like the warm places. Cold is just fine for me. Although I hear Miami is pretty nice, if you like mosquitoes..." He chuckled, remembering the Wendigo that he had trapped down there. Fun times.
He should have just killed the officers and skipped town. Avoided all of this hassle.
He shrugged as he ducked into the police vehicle, sighing. No, that wouldn't have been right. He was closer to being a monster than they were. They were just doing their job, and he was an unfortunate casualty in that. crossfire. He was going to the chair or some psychiatric facility, as was the norm when Hunters got caught. Monsters put a lot of effort into being a part of their community and hiding in plain sight amidst their prey, and so when a shifty and ragged looking man appeared and tried to kill them, these pristine members of the community would be believed over them, especially if the hunter claimed that they were monsters and not nice people.
Humans were odd sometimes, he thought, ducking under the view of the cameras in the news vans. leaning back once they were clear. The air was getting cold, and the hunter shivered, recalling that he had left his coat in the car along with the rest of his stuff which was likely going to get confiscated. All of this he didn't mind much, past a primal survival instinct. Nobody was going to miss him a terrible lot, and he hadn't exactly been a prime show of a good person. He was something of a dick, if he did say so himself. The only regret that he had was that his failure to catch the fuckers that had killed the little girl was going to make another hunter go out of his way to do so.
He leaned back in his seat," Nah, I don't like the warm places. Cold is just fine for me. Although I hear Miami is pretty nice, if you like mosquitoes..." He chuckled, remembering the Wendigo that he had trapped down there. Fun times.
YIM CARA! YIM!(when you gets back)
*shrugs* Meh-ish... Tired, achy, and looking at a busy weekend... You?
*hugs and Cuddles Cara in her corner*
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