Posts by AGENT OPRAH

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    Oh finally, it was about time. Huffing, she would shift her gaze to Wolfgang first. "Well, you're in luck. Neither do I. Unless you like being called Agent Wolfgang, but...I'm weaning off of that." That was the perk of not being Odd Squad Director for ages and ages.


    Next was Hendrix. Hmm. He seemed interesting. "No, I will not need a tour. But thank you for the offer. It's a pleasure to meet you both."

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    Her suspicions were correct. "Well, welcome, Nick. I'm Agent Oprah. Would you like a tour of the place?" Her gaze briefly flicked to Wolfgang before it focused back on the Malamute that stood before them.

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    She felt her shoulder being touched, and gave a small questioning "Hmm?" It was...someone she didn't know. "Um...may I help you?" What, was this person picking leaders better than Malcolm? Oprah had no idea. How odd.

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    Oprah glanced at Critter in confusion. "Well, um...if you have an odd problem, let me know, okay?" SHE barked.


    The leader spoke again. Oprah nodded. "I agree with Hendrix. I'll think of some potential allies." Hell, she had already thought of one.

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    Oprah believed in ghosts; of course she did. They served as a source of oddness for her to fight, and she was well okay with that. She stayed silent as she padded up.

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    Oprah had heard of this girl. "Immortalkisses? I'm not sure if you remember me. I'm Agent Oprah." she barked in astonishment as she padded up. It was either the Grey wolf knew her herself, or Olive did.

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    Oprah would also arrive. "Task." she barked roughly, swishing her half-tail from side to side.

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    Oprah would arrive. She wasn't a full-on killer, but what was the harm in raiding the Clan that hosted her agents after the Oddity happened?

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    Olive number 2? Oh no, she was nothing like Olive. Not one bit.


    Was she?


    She merely shrugged, huffing.

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    She made an unsure face. "I suppose that is a good idea..." She wasn't a huge fan of masquerades though.

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    She shook her head. "I haven't, but...yes, let's check his office." The wolf padded closer and closer, knocking on the door. "Mr. O? Yuuma?"


    The grey wolf opened the door. She peered inside. No Yuuma. "His scent is fresh..."

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    Oprah would bound up to the center of camp. Just because one of her longest-standing Clanmates were down, didn't mean she was. "GATHER FOR A TRAINING SESSION, AGENTS, NOW!" she called in her Ms. O voice, her paw tapping on the ground impatiently.

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    "No need, agent." the Grey wolf barked. On her head was a tray of juice boxes stacked like a pyramid. On there already were spiked juice boxes. These were normal ones, which Oprah set on the table. "Help yourself. I have a cave-ful."

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    "Name's Agent Oprah. And do not question the agent title." She was in a grumpy mood today, but that aside, she hated all the questions she got of "are you a real agent" and "is agent a title or a part of her name". Both had been asked so many times it pissed her off every time someone asked it.

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    Capturing someone? Mm, why not? She would have to find someone who destroyed her agents...and she knew exactly who. Giving a nod, she turned and headed off.