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Post by duckflesh on Aug 22, 2003 22:48:42 GMT -5
**Hack just looks startled for more than a few seconds, then finally snaps him self out of it, getting a grip on the situation**
What in the 'ell... woah, don't let it lick you, it might be poisonous!
**he attempts to tackle Chloe from behind**
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Post by Nanalie on Aug 23, 2003 1:09:26 GMT -5
*Chloe leaps up back onto Kamy's shoulder, escaping Hack's grasp, and hops again to the top of her head. She looks quizzically at Hack and then gives him a great big smile*
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Post by kamylienne on Aug 23, 2003 9:11:34 GMT -5
"Ooof! Hey!" ::she looks upward without moving her head, trying to look up at Chloe; she puts her hands up in front of Hack:: "Easy, there, friend, I don't think the creature is here to hurt us . . . . it's okay . . . . . "
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Post by duckflesh on Aug 23, 2003 11:31:17 GMT -5
**Hack scowls at the little thing**
I don't like it.
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Post by kamylienne on Aug 23, 2003 14:53:31 GMT -5
::picks the creature up off her head and gently places it on the ground, seeing if it will go anywhere:: "I wonder where it came from . .. .
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Post by Nanalie on Aug 24, 2003 0:18:16 GMT -5
*Chloe runs around Kamy's feet a couple times, and then hops along, heading towards the edge of the vermin camp into Mossflower*
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Post by kamylienne on Aug 24, 2003 8:49:53 GMT -5
::Curiousity gets the best of Kamy as she slowly follows the creature outward, trying to find out where it came from::
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Post by duckflesh on Aug 24, 2003 21:24:20 GMT -5
**Hack watches her go, yawning softly. A ferret wearing a black cloak, a crossbow strapped to his back, walks up behidn him and pats him on the shoulder**
I'll follow her and make sure she's ok, eh? You just make us up some food.
**The ferret disappears into the forest, and Hack smiles slightly as he heads towards the mess tent**
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Post by kamylienne on Aug 24, 2003 23:53:12 GMT -5
::She loses track of the green fuzzball through the thick woods . . . . disappointed, she turns around . . . a little ways back, she stops dead in her tracks . . .
. . . she hears a faint hiss nearby . . .
. . . she draws out her staff, slowly, keeping her eyes open as she scans the area . . . ::
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Post by kamylienne on Aug 28, 2003 19:29:59 GMT -5
::satisfied that she's fairly safe, she runs back to the camp, now quite aware that there's a snake nearby, somewhere . . . . ::
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