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paixaorpg2010-12-17 12:00 pm
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It's a jungle out there [Active]
Character(s): Ma, anyone who wants to find a hysteric meerkat...
Content: Ma arrives, on the continued search for her son.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Midday,week 27 erm. It's a week...
Warnings: Hysteric meerkat, valiant defender of Timon.
“Excuse me?” The motherly meerkat climbed her way up the counter, looking up at the keeper with determination. “I’m looking for my son, have you seen him? His name is Timon and I just know he’s gotten himself into trouble!”
The gate keeper looked down at her uneasily. She jabbed a finger at him, not at all threatened by his size. “I need to find him! My little Timmy… this is all that monkey’s fault!” What she wouldn’t give to hit him over the head again for sending her little baby after metaphors. Metaphors! Who did that? She pulls away quickly when he puts an animal journal in front of her, and she can’t help but begin to be suspicious. “What’s this? What am I supposed to do with this?”
“The little rodent. You can find him with th –”
“Little rodent? My son is not just some little rodent! He is a grade A meerkat, and you will do well to remember it!” She lets out a loud ‘hmph’ but snags the rock (journal) anyway, jumping down from the countertop. With her head held high, she enters the city… soon after breaking down in fear with this crazy little… rock.
Content: Ma arrives, on the continued search for her son.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Midday,
Warnings: Hysteric meerkat, valiant defender of Timon.
“Excuse me?” The motherly meerkat climbed her way up the counter, looking up at the keeper with determination. “I’m looking for my son, have you seen him? His name is Timon and I just know he’s gotten himself into trouble!”
The gate keeper looked down at her uneasily. She jabbed a finger at him, not at all threatened by his size. “I need to find him! My little Timmy… this is all that monkey’s fault!” What she wouldn’t give to hit him over the head again for sending her little baby after metaphors. Metaphors! Who did that? She pulls away quickly when he puts an animal journal in front of her, and she can’t help but begin to be suspicious. “What’s this? What am I supposed to do with this?”
“The little rodent. You can find him with th –”
“Little rodent? My son is not just some little rodent! He is a grade A meerkat, and you will do well to remember it!” She lets out a loud ‘hmph’ but snags the rock (journal) anyway, jumping down from the countertop. With her head held high, she enters the city… soon after breaking down in fear with this crazy little… rock.
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That is, until the human talked to him. He got back up and stepped back, obviously afraid of him. The odd smell. the one he couldn't identify. It was coming from him. What did that mean?
Toboe froze, not sure what to do. This human didn't seem dangerous. He didn't have a gun or anything, but he was the first to acknowledge that Toboe was indeed there. He gave a slow, silent nod, muscles tensed, ready to run.