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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]romanpaw is asleep. that itself isn't much of a surprise, because the wolfdog tends to sleep quite a lot, and people normally go for a nap when in need of re-energizing. it's rather common, in fact, unless you're a bloodthirsty, murderous robot who carries around a poisoned knife and leers evilly at poor four-winged cats.


    no, what's unsettling is the mile-high mountain of dangerously teetering chairs stacked haphazardly just a couple of feet away from romanpaw's motionless, snoring body. the wolfdog is quite unaware of his . . . extremely awful predicament. someone help them.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]There comes a certain formula when dealing with things in the Enterprise. For instance, the moment you find something even moderately feasibly interesting or at the very least time-consuming (and at this point Miyu's going to have to apologise because he will probably reuse words like three-plus times for every post following this one - mobile is the culprit of everyone's issues truly), you either called everyone out to check it out and while waiting for everyone to inevitably approach you would begin fiddling with the thing yourself.


    And of course, alternatively, you just ... started playing around with the thing yourself, and still you would be able to expect being approached at least three times because everyone really, really just wants love. Miyu feels this strongly.


    But, like a lot of maths theorems in the constant cruel maths twists of fate, there is also another formula. A formula that Miyu inadvertently uses far, far too much.


    Getting himself accidentally caught in deep peril and instantaneously wailing for help.


    Not that Miyu will ever be able to link all of his experiences to these two formulas. And, as such, when he conveniently goes peppily trotting by with a relaxed look of ambient happiness settled on his muzzle, that expression immediately falls into one filled with utter horror when he sees Romanpaw's terrible predicament.


    Amazingly, and commendably, Miyu's thoughts do not immediately lead to, 'oh kitty gods, he's going to die.' Nope. Instead, he wrenches his mouth open and almost yowls the wolfdog's name in warning when he clamps it shut, images of sound waves vibrating strongly enough to be the very last physical influence factoring in the mountain's topple. WHAT SHOULD HE DO.


    After a split second of hesitation, a hurried gasping wheeze that substitutes a cough this close to very unfortunately bursting out of him at the worst of times and a whisper of Nicostrata's tentative worried voice suggesting he wait for a safer option or for more help to come being easy shrugged off ... Miyu begins his combat crawl, wriggling slowly belly-down over to Rome. He's coming, buddy.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome's still asleep, blissfully ignorant of the danger that lies ahead of him. over them. looming over. whatever, the technicalities aren't really important. what's important is rome's foggy fate. will he fall prey to the blunt-force trauma of a hundred chairs falling on top of him and crushing his measly, ignorant, un-modernized brain?


    miyu to the rescue.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=# borderwidth=0px; height: NUMBERpx; width: 425px;][justify]ARADIA ARCHER-CIPHER
    ⋆⋆⋆ Aradia watches from a few feet away with her invisibility on.


    She is so tempted to push the chairs over. So, so tempted.


    (( I burst out laughing at that line about Aradia omg xD )) [/justify]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]( cackles loudly )


    even the wind seems to hold its breath, as if the slightest breeze will, by chance, find an opening and cause mount chair to fall and bury romanpaw under the rubble.


    oh, where do we begin? the rubble or rome's sins?
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    [justify][size=7pt] Nicostrata rounded the corner and almost screamed. There he saw Aradia looking like she was considering murder (not too different from the usual), Miyu army crawling to Rome, and Rome sleeping peacefully beneath a large, teetering pile of chairs. He rushed forwards, then raced to stop himself as he careened towards the pile of chairs. There, he made impact, dazing the fox and dooming Romanpaw to a very chairy fate.


    This is what happened when he listened to Inner-Miyu. Horrible things always happened when Miyu was the voice of reason in Nico's head. Why him. [/size][/justify]


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    Halfpaw heard a sort of quiet commotion going on in the other room and entered just to see Nicostrata doom the innocent Romanpaw to a loud, crashing death. Oh no. Thinking of a much more effective way to get the demiboy's attention rather than army-crawling over there- heck, Miyu's in danger now too- the liger simply shouts, "Rome, MOVE NOW!!"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]"huh . . . what?" rome mumbles, opening his eyes sleepily. everyone's panicking for some reason. they furrow their brows and scowl. why can't they just let him sleep? they turn around, blinking and trying to keep alert.


    the sight of mount chair falling alerts him.


    "WHAT THE FUCK," they screech, bolting out of the range of the chairs and choosing to hide behind halfpaw. she's a liger. he's a wolfdog. rome is like . . . really small and lanky. everyone else is fucking tiny. halfpaw it is.


    and the chairs come tumbling down on the airport floor that we lo-o-o-o-ove.
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    [justify][size=7pt] As the chairs came crashing down, Nico did his best to avoid sharing Miyu's fate, he really did. But, his panicked scramble got him nowhere as Chair Mountain crashed on top of his body, dazing him and definately bruising. His panicked screech of pain was hard to ignore, seeing as he never did anything loudly.


    So there he sat. Dazed, sore, unsure of how to get out, and 100% pissed at Inner-Miyu.[/size][/justify]


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    Halfpaw's roleplayer usually forgets she's actually a pretty large animal. The female glanced back at Rome with concern. "Are you alright?" She asked, just as the mountain came tumbling down. She jumped at the loud sound and let out a little gasp. Were Miyu and Nico alright? After patting Romanpaw on the head to make sure he was still conscious and unhurt, the Exective padded towards the fallen pile. "Hello? Are you two alright?"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]rome lets out a terrified whimper to signal that no he is definitely not all right can you not see that he is traumatized and is going to have a mental breakdown oh god oh god he almost died


    the wolfdog curls up, shaking.
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    [justify][size=7pt] Nico groaned, shaking his head as much as he could in the tiny enclosed space. "Am I s-still alive?" He questioned, swiveling his ears in an attempt to get rid of the ringing.[/size][/justify]


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