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Post by Punkablood on Sept 30, 2005 18:09:19 GMT -5
You see a flash of brown and red spring by on your way to the kicthens... Little do you know, Punkablood, a mischievious weasel, is on a... little excursion. The weasel grins and ducks under the counter in the kitchens, grinning to herself, but still shiftily glancing about, as if waiting to be aprehended. She pops up over the counter and spots a tray... a tray that happens to be piled with... "MUFFINS!!!" She shrieks with joy, totally blowing her cover. She runs for the tray and grabs it, sprinting out as fast as possible, while still trying to balance the tray so none of a muffins go flying over the side.
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Post by Dirk Thornclaw on Sept 30, 2005 18:41:32 GMT -5
Dirk was just entering when the speeding torpedo also known as Punka hits him like a...speeding torpedo. One in the shape of a weasel. He goes flying backwards head over heals, landing face first on the cold floor. Laying still a moment, he takes a few seconds to plan what evil torture he could possibly inflict on the calamitous rodent. And then, he knew, once he was done punishing her, Stryke would gladly step in and continue the torture. All in all, the usual for a day in the Horde life OOC: My god...seeing you RP is so...weird. And I'm not actually sure if "calamitous" is a real word. I meant it as a different tense of "calamity"
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Post by Punkablood on Sept 30, 2005 19:16:10 GMT -5
Punka only notices Dirk coming in the doors when she's about 5 feet away from him, too close for her momentum.
She goes careening into the mouse and the muffins scatter everywhere. "My muffins!" she screams, scrambling around frantically trying to pile the muffins upon the tray only to have then tumble off again. After several futile attempts she plops on the floor and whines,"I only wanted some muffins...." She looks to Dirk, and gulps, she know what usually happens when she messes around in the kitchen...
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Post by Dirk Thornclaw on Sept 30, 2005 19:23:57 GMT -5
Dirk finally raises himself up, and looks at Punka threateningly. He thinks for a moment...then picks up one of the muffins that had spilt around them, and throws it hard at her face
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Post by Punkablood on Sept 30, 2005 19:38:08 GMT -5
Punka sits there with a bit out a pout, looking at Dirk with pleading eyes,"'Eally Dirk... I just wanted some grub... you know how 'Ryke is with me... I'd die of 'arvation!" She says, casting a dramatic arm about, and throwing in a lip quiver.
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Post by Dirk Thornclaw on Sept 30, 2005 19:43:28 GMT -5
Dirk rolls his eyes. "Yeah. Right. Uh huh. Save it for the judge." He picks up more muffins and begins pelting the hapless weasel with them. He only stops to take a bite out of them before throwing them at her.
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Post by Punkablood on Sept 30, 2005 19:50:17 GMT -5
Punka shields herself with her arms and backs up against the couter, she eventually grabs a pot lid an brandishes it like a shield, along with a sthing in her other paw. She warns,"Stop wasting those innocent delicious muffins! 'Op it before I... um.... Whack you with sthing?"
"...Wow, that was lame."
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Post by Dirk Thornclaw on Sept 30, 2005 19:56:18 GMT -5
"...Wow, that was lame."
"Well then it fits you perfectly"
Dirk grabs a nearby ladle and brandishes it. "En guarde, fool." He whacks at her head with it
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Post by Punkablood on Sept 30, 2005 20:04:06 GMT -5
"That is it!" She ducks and holds the pot cover above her head, protecting it from attacks. The begins to wave the sthing wildly and whack at the mouse in from any angle she can get, eventually though, the sthing slips out of her grip, and with the backwards momentum flies backwards and knocks her in the head, she falls backwards and mumbles,"I just almost knocked myself out with a flipping sthing... She grumbles, but then picks up a muffin and starts munching on it.
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Post by Dirk Thornclaw on Sept 30, 2005 20:08:07 GMT -5
Dirk fended off some of the attacks, but was hit as well. When Punka fell in her usual clumsy manner, he tossed the ladle at her and sat down. Picking up a muffin, he begins eating it too, then stops.
"Stryke's going to be angry. You haven't seen her around, have you? If she catches us..."
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Post by Punkablood on Sept 30, 2005 20:12:23 GMT -5
Punka looked left and right furtively. "I 'aven't seen 'er yet..." she gulped,"Maybe we should run..." But she didn't make any attempt to move, she just sat there munching onn a muffin.
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Post by Dirk Thornclaw on Sept 30, 2005 20:13:58 GMT -5
Dirk nods "Yeah, we best get outta here 'fore we're caught. Even being commander doesn't stop you from feeling the wrath of the cook." He doesn't move either, just grabs another muffin and tries to stuff it all in his mouth at once. "Mmpphhh"
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Post by Punkablood on Sept 30, 2005 20:15:41 GMT -5
Punka begins cracking up
"You look like a bloated chipmunk packing it away for winter, I hope you realize."
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Post by Dirk Thornclaw on Sept 30, 2005 20:16:36 GMT -5
Dirk spits the muffin out, aiming the slimy glob at Punka. "Well, it fits in perfectly with my voice then, don't it? 'Sides, it's better than looking like a mangy lion weasel"
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Post by Punkablood on Sept 30, 2005 20:22:19 GMT -5
the glob of muffin falls on her paw and she shrieks
"ESSENCE OF DIRK!!!!" And begins searchign around for water of any sort. She finally finds a jug of water and thrusts her paw through the opening, trying to was it off.
Only to discover her paw was stuck.
"Awwwww" she yelped.
"Dirk... we have a problem."
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Post by Dirk Thornclaw on Sept 30, 2005 20:27:13 GMT -5
OOC: "When lacking a garbage disposal, a water jug will do!" IC: Dirk rolls his eyes. "Figure out something yourself, this time. I'm not going to help you with everything." "And that'll show you that any essence of mine is obviously good luck, and should not be gotten rid of. So, in that case, want me to spit on you?"
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Post by Punkablood on Sept 30, 2005 20:41:11 GMT -5
"You never helped me with bloody anything! And no thank you, if Dirk spit smells anything like the source than it's enough to make the bad luck vomit and have to call in sick for the day!"
She looks from the bottle To Dirk's head To the bottle and back again
"Please help me... or there's only one alternative...."
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Post by Dirk Thornclaw on Sept 30, 2005 20:55:13 GMT -5
"Try it, Punka, and you'll have midnight guard duty for a week, and latrine clean up duty for two."
Hoping the threat would work, but knowing the weasel's disregard for the rules, Dirk picks up a knife, just to be on the safe side
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Post by Punkablood on Sept 30, 2005 21:09:59 GMT -5
Punka looks at him pleadignly, "Come on Dirk... You know if strike catches me with this... accursed 'ottle thingy she'll know it 'as me, and 'en, well you might as well tie me 'o a tree and yell, 'ready, aim, fire!'"
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Post by Dirk Thornclaw on Sept 30, 2005 21:11:20 GMT -5
Dirk grins "Well you know, that's not a bad idea. I know just the tree to use, too..."
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