THAT BELLE >> p + Mask

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    BEVERLY MAY JOHNSON

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    It was a beautiful day outside. In the trees, birds sang their songs in the golden rays of sunlight that beamed down from above, filling the forest with green filtered light. A slight breeze ruffled the foliage overhead as Beverly stalked a tuft of grass, focusing intently on the waving strands. Waving her rump in the air a few times, the child pounced, falling short of the offending plant by a couple mouse lengths. Drat! Her hunting skills must have gotten rusty on her travels, is all. Certainly she was the best hunter ever; after all, she was certainly smart enough to catch a dumb mouse. That is, if mice ever came out. It was like they all hid when she was around or something. Didn't they know she was hunting?


    Her misfortune didn't phase her, however; rather, the child giggled and rolled onto her back, batting at the grass with unsheathed claws. When life hands you lemons, you make lemonade. Or in this case, grass pulp. I wonder if someone will come and play with me? Bev thought as she laughed to herself.
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    The Masked seemed to stray away from the light, but sooner or later they'd be dragged out. Sitting on a high branch and gazing down they spotted the child, practicing hunting it seemed. Their body twisted oddly to watch from a better angle. Missed, well the child didn't seem to downcast about that. They turned their head for a moment and spotted a robin a branch away, the bird not seeing them because of their black bodysuit. They leaned forward as their mask's pointed pieces ,that looked to mimic teeth, crunched down and killed the creature with speed. What else to down now? Well, The Masked had one idea. They dropped the still bloody and limp bird all the way down so it landed inches away from Bev. Well at least she saw what a real kill looked like. It was still unsure whether this was on purpose or lighthearted, it was hard to tell with the demented mammal.

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    BEVERLY MAY JOHNSON

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    //sorry!! i was gone for the weekend and have been busy with school ;n;


    Jumping slightly, Bev rolled back onto her belly to inspect the fallen avian. A robin? It was dead, apparently killed by the teeth marks in it. But what could have killed it?


    Investigator mode, activate!


    Glancing up to the branches overhead, Beverly spotted Mask looking down at her.


    Investigator mode, deactivate!


    Giggling, the child sat up. "Hey, mister Mask!" she shouted up into the trees. What was he doing up there? It seemed like a funny place to hang out. "Whatcha doing? I was just hunting, I was! And I almost pounced on this grass, I did!"
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    /That's fine OwO


    So many questions often found young explorers into trouble when it came to the shadowy being. Creeping down from their perch, The Masked didn't answer the question they where given instead they lifted a walnut of the ground and tossed it towards Beverly trying to assess her ability to react quickly. Would she catch it? Or toss it aside? Or would she be struck? All these things where important to test the player before making a move.