Posts by squishybishylies

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    "PIZZA!" the reddish hatchling screamed as he darted forward, quickly taking one of the boxes and claiming it as his own. His eyes practically glowed with approval as he gave a thankful baby-gurgling sound to the mutated whale.


    Settling down next to the black jaguar, not recognizing that this was his father, so intent was he on scarfing down all his pizza.
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    Flaring his nostrils at the pat, the reddish hatchling lifted his head, turning to look at Ancalagon. With cheese still dribbling from his chin from a half-eaten pizza slice in his jaws, the hatchling attempted to scamper up to stand on the black jaguar's shoulders, sniffing.


    "You're irresponsible daddy!" he chirped through munching on his pizza.
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    "Beer will only give you a terrible headache," the young dragoness spoke to Jace as she appeared, though she spoke with an amused tone, rather than a commanding one. She never really understood the obsession with alcohol. The substance seemed to turn people into madmen.


    To the others, she added with a shrug, "But I don't have any ideas."
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    Stepping forward, the medium-sized dragoness stated, "I am Daenerys, and I'll participate." She glanced around at those that had already shown up, gaze calculating.
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    The memory problems could probably be achieved by a single character, by someone's memory manipulation going haywire. The cloud could be some fog tainted with human chemicals (similar to acid rain) to give it the discoloration/glow? Just throwing out ideas for this to work. c:


    I like this plot idea, really, as long as it doesn't drag on too long and the chaos stays relatively contained. Just a personal preference.
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    Gruesome, grotesque - no way to treat an innocent person. But, as the medium-sized dragon wandered onto the scene, she supposed she had no way of knowing whether the victim had committed a crime or not. Asking would certainly not be the way to go, for this was BloodClan, torture so common and accepted it was practically a sport. That didn't mean she had to like it, though.


    Her expression did not betray her inner feelings; indeed, she looked bored, if nothing else. "Is he dead yet, or is there more to the show?" the pale female inquired coldly, as she refrained from looking too closely to the burning flesh.
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    If they all got matching kerchiefs, they would be under obligation by contract to form a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Rescue Team. And since they were all non-Pokemon, that would probably be a hard debt to fill.


    The rainbow-scaled dragon, of course, had none of those thoughts as she walked through the street, probably a rather odd sight - dragons had just been 'introduced,' after all, and the humans were likely just starting to freak out about the mythology surging to life.


    Looking around, she spoke, "I don't see anything to replace your thing. Where did you get it last time?" Probably a good place to start, she wagered.


    [color=transparent]
    #penSoul
    #Soulblood
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    Even his voice sounded creepy to her. Trying to get herself to calm down, the small dragoness suddenly realized that her mouth was open from the shock, so she quickly shut it with a snap noise, from her teeth smacking together.


    She did cut Amira an exasperated look, not understanding why the head warden was being so bitchy and why she was allowed to get away with it. But it wasn't her place to chastise anyone, especially since, if she did, that would make her look like a royal brat. She doubted Harmoniousmusings wanted a brat for a granddaughter, in any case.


    Shifting her attention back to the undead-looking large dragon, she tilted her head slightly, nervously, as she tried not to look so bewildered. "Well, um, it'd probably help if you gave an idea of what you wanted to know? For a starting point, that is," Soul suggested, ducking her head slightly after she spoke. Goddamn all the scary things in this world.


    [color=transparent]
    #penSoul
    #Soulblood
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    4/30


    Blah, alien invasions - he considered it fantastic that the portal happened to open in two perfectly ideal locations. "I'm more worried about it opening up in the vacuum of space. That would do wonders for nothing," he inputted, staring at the math frustratedly.


    Glancing over at Tony, he rambled in a mix between irritated and worried manner, "I was hoping it was Loki. Then we could assume it was just an alien invasion instead of a portal to the vacuum of space. Or to the center of some star. Or directly into my stomach." That last phrase probably entered his mind because he was still hungry - so he took an angry bite from his pizza slice.
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    Disgusted but not noticeably repulsed, the pale dragoness looked at the gore, a look of distaste on her expression. "Could he have been any less specific? There have to be at least a dozen people running around with demon souls in BloodClan alone," she spoke, a touch of irritation in her voice. Nothing worse than killing someone and then being all mucky about the reason.
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    5/30


    Now that got him to chuckle - and lighten up a bit. "You can take your pick of either Zombie Jesus or Zombie Loki running around causing these alien invasions, specifically the problem of my bottomless stomach," Maybe if Zombie Loki really did return with aliens, he'd end up with the accidental side-effect of fulfilling prophesy.


    Leaning back on his chair, he added, "And, just maybe, Shield can do everything themselves and I can just watch the show with my cup of coffee." Probably not - they were superheroes, so that came with the territory, saving the earth in any kind of weather. He just didn't exactly like dancing on that edge of unstoppable rage monster smashing everything or helpful rage monster that still punches Thor around every time he needed to 'suit up.'
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    With small, quiet steps, the pale dragoness entered the area, calm as ever. "I like our respectability getting shot up as much as anyone, but I've been thinking on ways we can boost comradery, especially with the holidays coming up," Daenerys stated, going ahead and putting it out there that, while her ideas were more 'cushy' than ideas usually were, she wasn't interested in making them a bunch of wimps.


    "My first idea is similar to Judith's blind date idea from a while back, but tweaked. Since big parties can drown out people, we could have more smaller parties (complete with food and a small campfire), organized by a sign-up page where I'd make the group threads after placing the volunteers in their groups as they roll in - no group would be bigger than five people, to keep things from getting too hectic," she explained, jumping right in and trying to avoid rambling nonsensically. She thought it might be a good way for members to meet others without being in a loud, crowded area that could easily get flooded. After a pause, she added, "I'm willing to do all the heavy lifting, of course." The dragon wasn't a fan of dumping a big project on someone else, after all.


    And onto the second idea, of course. "The other thing is definitely more into the holiday spirit - in character Secret Santa. Pretty straightforward: people sign up, I send them pms on who they have," she said, though she frowned slightly as she added, "the problem is that if even one person fails to deliver even a small gift, then someone's going to feel bummed, and that's definitely not something that helps moral or comradry."
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    6/30


    "I'll get on board with that," Bruce responded with a nod, pushing his laptop away for further rejection of superheroing for the moment. He knew that, if he was needed, he'd definitely leap to action. But, for right now, he was going to bask in the freedom of laziness.


    Turning to the popcorn maker, he requested, "Your saltiest, butteriest bunch, por favor." Might as well make up for the lost breakfast.
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    The female quirked up a nonexistent eyebrow at that, a bit surprised. She didn't expect that offer from him, but, then again, she didn't know much about the former WindClan leader. "That's definitely a great idea; I wouldn't mind helping you look for your reindeer, if you need any assistance - granted it gets approved," the pale dragoness spoke with a polite nod, though she wore a secret internal smile. Seemed like she might be on track with helping to uplift people's spirits over the next few days.
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    "Holy shit what do we do?" the small dragon mumbled to herself, frozen by shock. The loud noise of the gun made her ears ring, and nevermind what they did to Fairykit! Quickly moving towards the hurt feline, her eyes opened in further disbelief.


    Thinking quickly, she picked up a scoop of snow and pushed it on the wound, hoping that the cold temperature and pressure would help slow the bleeding and numb the pain. "Fairykit, can you hear me?" she asked, voice frantic, as she worried that this might be the end for her. And that was a terrifying thought.


    [color=transparent]
    #penSoul
    #Soulblood
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    Her ears/horns twitched as she heard the crunch of the food's packaging and the sounds of the mayor's eating, mostly curious. Turning her head towards Portland, she sniffed the air, certain that the weird looking thing the red panda munched on was indeed food, despite its odd appearance.


    Her attention shifted back to the stranger herself, away from the food, as she began to speak. Nodding politely, Soul responded cheerfully, "Nice to meet you, Port!" After a slight pause, she remember that, hey, she had to give her name out, too. Ducking her head slightly, she added, "I'm Soulhatchling, by the way, but just call me Soul."


    Now, with that done, she asked, "So... whatcha munching on?"


    [color=transparent]
    #penSoul
    #Soulblood
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    Huffing in an frustrated fashion, she spoke, "Yah, you could definitely say that."


    After he gave her his name, she added, "Yah, I'm Soulhatchling - that's too long, though, so feel free to call me Soul."


    [color=transparent]
    #penSoul
    #Soulblood
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    "Nice to meet you as well," the young dragoness spoke with a nod and grin. Swishing her tail, she answered, "I'm doing alright - running around the territory, as usual. What about you?"


    [color=transparent]
    #penSoul
    #Soulblood
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