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Silas
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Member #6043
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"Two months since someone's posted in the GAME?! What's going on?!" The meerkat takes a seat on a mound of dirt (of her own devising) and peers around.
"Will Angus help me to re-boot L. Miner's fabulous Game?" She holds out her hand, showing a deck of cards, some dice, and a Monopoly piece. "Or we can take a crack at another game if that'd be more fun for yah? I want to be the dog if we play Monopoly, though." She waggles at dog Monopoly piece in the air.
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There's a minor explosion, and a deep purple fox finds himself falling out of thin air into L. Miner's old haunt. He coughs, then lifts his goggles out of the way, revealing his natural red fur underneath. "Okay, that wasn't what I expected." He takes the goggles off, and starts rubbing the strange purple dust off of the front, and blinks incredulously at the rest of his fur.
"Great, absolutely covered. We wouldn't happen to have a bucket of water around, would we? Maybe from the theataur, Mr. Prime? He always seems to have the right stuff."
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Sorry, No Prime here. Man, I havent posted to this in a long time.
I wonder if I can coax someone else who hasn't posted in a long time to make an appearance.
Hey, General Caine - Where the heck are you brah? I need you for my grand schemes and interesting storylines involving vast sweeping awesomeness.
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"If you must mount the gallows, give a jest to the crowd, Toss a coin to the hangman, and make the drop with a smile on your lips." - Birgitte Silverbow, The Wheel Of Time Series.
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The 'taur makes a somewhat belated appearance. "Can I claim second post? Apparently my prompt book got covered in this strange purple powder. Are there any Detectives out there who can figure out what it is?"
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Centaur Prime/M/~25/Theataur
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That depends on your definition of detective. I certainly do enough of the job in my line of work...
But, for now, maybe we can have a dragoness around?
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"Do I count since someone who helped make the pandy I am today was actually draconic?" The pandy swishes her tail and grins, a mouth full of overly sharp teeth.
"If I don't... oh well. We'll keep calling for a real dragon until we GET one!"
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"I have my eye on you..."
{kimeiko.NETWORK - *xailachan - Every Little Thing - xaID}
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Does a DracoWolf count?
I suppose I'll have to do.
How about someone else- who tries to cheer up ones who seem blue?
Perhaps the moderator of the Dream's Gate- Arc Nova?
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Silas
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Member #6043
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Not a dragon, but a meerkat, playing a game of solitaire at which she seems to be losing horribly. "Bah. This is boring, I'll stick with the Game."
She stands up and holds up a small round object, then tosses it through the air, while shouting, "MOLLY FULLIN... I CHOOSE YOU!" a la Pokemon style, of course.
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"May I humbly say you have the wrong redhead?" Kid says after appearing, obviously pissed off - from the Pokeball. Goodness, she was better off at the desk job!
"Now... you call someone and hope they appear? Okay then. Hey Kei, how about you and Rex pop up?"
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"I, of sound mind and body will do my utmost best to uphold the laws and regulations of the InterDimensional Police. To keep all entrances between the worlds and all the streams of time in working order, at peace, and kept from being abused by those who can access them all. Failure in this mission... is never an option. Duty and honor forbid it."
- The IDP code of honor.
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"Oh, sure. Don't even give me a chance to respond," she snorts... then adds with a cough, "Second post rule!"
"Maybe I can get someone here who's nicer to me, the thread's starter... Xaila? You out there?"
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Xalia
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Member #4373
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"Sorry babe, you got the sister. As if there was anything wrong with that." Xal puts her hands on her partially bare and curvy hips and smirks. "Of course, since I'm here, I am feeling a little peckish. Any gentlemen care to be- err... care to accompany me for a snack?"
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Is it a mistake? Is it a dream?
Is this an illusion?
I understand it and yet I can’t help it.
Unable to hide this feeling
It shouldn’t have been this way
So many keys in your hand to your closed heart
Which secret key is used to open your heart?
What kind of you will it show me?
A taboo that won’t stop
An unstoppable taboo
*TABOO by Koda Kumi
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"A gentleman?"
Scarker walks around the corner of the building (was that there five minutes ago?) in his red longcoat, the gold embroidery glittering on his right side with his hand perched atop the fist-sized diamond on his cane.
"Well, peckish though I may be, I'm not much for becoming an entré. Perhaps there is another master of magic that could make a more suiting meal?
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"I wouldn't say I'm a master by far," Angus says, walking by again -- the purple powder is thankfully gone, though he's soaking wet now. "But I'm working on it. In a strange way, it's my field! But no, I'm no-one's meal, and I don't think we should be sizing each other up for something that macabre."
"Perhaps, to get things moving again, we ought to get someone else in here? A shapeshifter maybe?"
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"You seek a shapeshifter? Well, my repertory is a bit limited, but I can change faces."
With a flicker of blue-white light, Snarf's face changes from a ground sloth to some kind of cat.
"Now you know who is really good at shape-shifting? Nimilia."
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Change in face? I'm a face that hasn't changed, but the change is that my face hasn't been around. Does that count? Ohhhh, maybe Mercutio knows~ ^_^;
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"Kittyboy"
~Andrea Koupal
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Mercutio! An enemy of the people if ever one existed!
Perhaps silverfox can come up with a fitting pun-ishment
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"Let me say, with the risk of appearing ridiculous, that the true revolutionary is guided by strong feelings of love. It is impossible to think of an authentic revolutionary without this quality. This is perhaps one of the great dramas of a leader; he must combine an impassioned spirit with a cold mind and make painful decision without flinching. Our vanguard revolutionaries must idealise their love for the people, for the most hallowed causes, and make it one and indivisible. They cannot descend, with small doses of daily affection, to the terrain where ordinary men put their love into practice."
-Ernesto "Che" Guevara
Credit and all praise for the Image should go to the peoples artist, Andrea Koupal
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"The only pun I see is the very idea someone would assume Mercutio as an enemy of the people!
Unless those people are sushi chefs!
No no... such a wicked thing to say.
Hmm... who else is wicked? Aside from my twin that is. OH! I know...
Here piggy piggy Pigham..."
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FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT!
CATGIRLS AND PUPPIES UNITE!
(drawn so CUTELY by Patches... who r0x0rz me b0x0rz ^___^)
{kimeiko.NETWORK - *xailachan - Every Little Thing - xaID}
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I sure as heck ain't no pig nor huge to boot.
Maybe a certain Pitch Fox will come to play?
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No.
But perhaps a certain Ceera will show us her shining soul?
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"It seems Ceera isn't around to answer that call. Strange, I thought I saw her just a little while ago! Perhaps too long ago...
"So, perhaps we need a different call? A dragon, perhaps? Let's try and summon ShishiOsa to pick who's next!"
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The room gets warm as a man in red robes enters the room. "I'm not a dragon, but I do have fire. I wonder where Caesar Potent is?"
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A Shapeshifter? A Dragon? And then me by Name??
It seems I am called once more to L. Miner's game.
But I must say it seems a crime,
that most have forgotten to answer in rhyme.
But then not all have poetic muscles to flex,
so I'll simply say that it should be MOLLY FULLIN next.
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"My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are like swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath, death." spoken by Smaug, from "The Hobbit"
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Well, I suppose I can answer your rhyme
Given it was my name called this time
And in kind
I'll speak my mind
And say that we should see Huang Xiao Xai's lime.
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Huang Xiao Xai?
Or Huang Xiao Zai?
Funny how a letter can change the line,
And bring about unusual rhyme.
Sadly this is not my fort,
So I best be quick...
No. Wait. Make that... lickity Split.
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"Does it make you sad when you are wrong? Is it unfair for my post since I'm not an obvious choice to make? Should I also request a non-obvious choice? What about Varmac? Hasn't he been sponsored?"
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When all else fails, ask another question.
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