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Post by Gypsius on Oct 4, 2013 14:28:44 GMT -6
"A little bit of this... and some of that... and- OOH! yum!"
Gypsy was out, it was that time again. Preparation for winter. She was walking around gathering twigs and sticks for a fire when she found a small berry patch in the woods, "Sweet! I thought these were all stamped out." She said, dropping her kindle and taking a seat right in front of the berries. Taking a few per hand she stuffed them in her mouth and savored the sweet taste.
After She had decided that enough was enough, and her paws began to feel the autumn chill, She swung her satchel around the front and flipped open the clasp. "Now there has to be something around here that I could store these in..." She pulled out a few scrolls and some little leather-bound books, covering them in little purple smudges. "Aha! I can use this scroll case." She dumped the scroll into her bag and began to poke little berries through the round scroll opening. Smearing jelly on the sides.
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Post by Lukis "Drunkard" Vinterheim on Oct 7, 2013 21:03:12 GMT -6
Wandering through the woods, Lukis Vinterheim perceives some rustling in the bushes ahead. Ever since the Nord had commenced drinking again, his senses were more attuned than ever before and could even when a fly had landed on a window sill at the other end of the room. His words, however, remained slurred.
Lukis draws his kitchen knife from his coat pocket, gripping the metal and wooden handle firmly in between his gloved hand, and steps forward, tring not to let his long coat and fur boots make any sudden noise. He sees ahead of him a rodent creature searching for berries in the autumn woods. Happy to see someone to finally talk to instead of himself, Lukis rushes forwards, forgetting about the knife in his hand.
"Hello frrrrrrrriend!" Shouts he to the rodent.
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Post by Gypsius on Oct 8, 2013 13:07:04 GMT -6
Gypsy's ears perked up as she flinched, turning her head to see the drunkard stumbling toward her. Awkwardly stuffing her discovery in her satchel and lightly placing a hand on her throwing axe. Peering over at the Drunkard's knife, She tensed up and stood ready to bolt.
"Hey!" She shouted, "Don't come any closer! Please." She squeaked, remembering her manners. She didn't immediately recognize the man, and knowing Wildgard these days, he couldn't be too friendly. barreling through the woods drunk with a brandished weapon. "Who are you!?" Standing her ground.
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Post by Lukis "Drunkard" Vinterheim on Oct 8, 2013 20:48:18 GMT -6
Lukis' feet stop in their tracks when he sees the scared expression and the intense words coming from the rodent; however, the fall mud on the ground stops him from stopping completely, and his feet slide across the forest floor before halting against a small, uprooted tree, forcing the man onto his back.
Lukis sits up, barely hurt by the fall, and smiles, putting his knife away. "Relax, I'm a friend. Name's Lukis. Lukis Vinterheim." He sticks his hand out as a friendly gesture: Lukis is always on the lookout for new adventuring partners.
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Post by Gypsius on Oct 8, 2013 22:44:52 GMT -6
Gypsy watched with curiosity as the burly man moved across the ground and onto his back too quickly for the Kinto to keep track. Before she knew it, he was on the ground with his hand out to her. "My name is Gypsius Muridae, Resident Rat of Wildgard..." She took her hand off of the Throwing axe and took a few steps closer, her whiskers twitching, trying to figure out his scent. "Pleasure to meet you Sir, I think." Her tail curled and coiled, as it usually did when she was about to get herself into trouble. 'He doesn't SEEM too bad, I bet he's nice... But if he Isn't, Rachel might be mad....' The Young Rat tried to remember the things that Rachel said about strangers, but in the end she offered a paw to help the man up off the ground.
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Post by Lukis "Drunkard" Vinterheim on Oct 9, 2013 17:11:40 GMT -6
Lukis smiles and grabs the kinto's hand as he pulls himself up and brushes the leaves off his behind. "Pleasure to meet you, little one. But no need for malities."
He grabs the kitchen knife he dropped on the ground and looks the rodent over. She's still trembling...slight fear? No, just nervous. Not used to people, maybe. Or maybe she's used to them, but not entirely a big fan of them. He thinks to himself.
As if to ignore his own thoughts, he kneels down and pulls out a bottle of whisky from his pouch. "Why not take a drink and tell me what you're doing out beer?"
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Post by Gypsius on Oct 9, 2013 20:23:02 GMT -6
She squinted at him quizzically, Ears twitching this way and that. Watching his every move and analyzing his attire. "Whatcha doin' out here mister?" She asked. Almost immediately after he had asked her. She turned her nose toward his whiskey and it was almost enough to make her nose melt. Gypsy quickly clasped a paw around her nose and shook her head, "Noh fanks." unintentionally smiling up at him with her eyes. "I don't wanna drink your Whiskers."
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Post by Lukis "Drunkard" Vinterheim on Oct 11, 2013 23:14:21 GMT -6
Shrugging indifferently, Lukis raises the bottle to his lips and takes a large gulp before shaking his head and whinnying. "Suit yourself, friend. As for your question, I'm just a wanderer right now. Saying goodbye to the land before I leave. Trying to find out if I can pull of one last stunt before department."
Lukis smiles and places the empty bottle on a sash on his chest, accompanied by other empty bottles. "I could ask the same of you, tiny one."
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