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Post by Xerxes Nightvale on May 20, 2015 21:01:59 GMT -5
 « What the fuck kind of welcome kit is this? » Dark eyes narrowed at the hunk of plastic in his hand. What even was it? He squeezed it, the strange object letting out a high pitched squeal. The werewolf's lips twitched and he immediately put the toy back into the box. « This place is fucking weird. » |
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Post by Kunihiro Aida on May 20, 2015 21:13:02 GMT -5
 ❧ — "Mmm... I guess they just give us random, different objects." The vampire picked up on the grumbling nearby and responded, his eyes glancing over the almost grotesquely-lifelike model of a heart that he held in his hand. "I can't say I know too much about it, anyway," he said, looking up to make eye contact.
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Post by Xerxes Nightvale on May 20, 2015 21:27:57 GMT -5
« Not sure what they expect me to do with a first aid kit. » Oh hey ... Xerxes yanked the squeaking toy back out of the box. « Hey kid, you know what the hell this thing is? » He squeezed it again, that annoying sound spilling from it once more.
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Post by Kunihiro Aida on May 20, 2015 21:38:29 GMT -5
❧ — "Uh. Well..."
He put a hand to the back of his head. It looked like a common enough object to him, and he wasn't sure why it was tripping the other guy out quite so much. He poked the small object. "Well, it's a squeaky toy. Usually you buy them for dogs." |
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Post by Merlie Finn on May 21, 2015 0:54:01 GMT -5
Merlie watched the two other newcomers out of the corner of his eyes. Like them, he held a welcome kit in his hands. He held one of the mini ravens up to his eye and sighed. He wasn't particularly fond of ravens, but they were better than crows. He switched his gaze back to the other two, contemplating what to say to them, or if he should say anything at all. He opened his mouth to say hello, but the only thing that came out was a small squeak. |
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Post by Kunihiro Aida on May 21, 2015 22:06:41 GMT -5
❧ — He noticed someone standing close to them, although it may have been the little squeak he heard that drew his attention. He turned slightly so he was facing the newcomer. "Hi there! That your welcome kit?" he said, nodding slightly toward the ravens that the boy held in his hands. "They look pretty cool."
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Post by Merlie Finn on May 21, 2015 22:16:26 GMT -5
Merlie averted his eyes to the ground. "Th-they're just r-ravens," he stammered out. Talking was not his forté. He cursed himself silently. He could feel the blood rushing to his face. The sudden desire to turn tail and run filled him and he took a small step back. "I-I-I'm sorry," he mumbled, and then promptly hid his face in his hands, dropping the ravens. |
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Post by Cedric Cantrell on May 22, 2015 19:30:09 GMT -5
 –If three's a crowd, four's a mob. But it's not like he pays any mind to such a thing.
“ Yo– Hey. Those your welcome kits? ” He displays something like genuine interest as he approaches the small group, lips pouting just slightly and a naturally mischievous glint in his eyes. “ Anyone willing to trade? Have you know I've got necessities. ” A pause, and an expression that reads he's not exactly being honest but not exactly lying. “ Three socks and a frying pan. Talk about useful, huh? ” |
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