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Post by Tag Along on Aug 6, 2011 16:53:08 GMT -5
Tag noticed it, too. Then she remembered.
"Gilgamesh, where is your wooden leg?!" She cried, starting to frantically search for it.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 6, 2011 17:39:09 GMT -5
From a dank, dark corner came the sudden sound of loud and terrified sobs.
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Post by Tree on Aug 6, 2011 18:00:10 GMT -5
Tree whipped around, the gesture pulling Ershey with her, since their arms were still linked. "I'd know those cries anywhere!" This was much, much worse than Gilgamesh missing his wooden leg.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 6, 2011 19:30:06 GMT -5
Race crawled out of the corner on his hands and knees and looked up at the girls with big, teary eyes. "I...I thought I heard someone...say...her name."
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Post by Ershey on Aug 6, 2011 19:32:22 GMT -5
Upon seeing Racetrack pop up out of nowhere, Ershey couldn't help but scream, holding tightly onto Tree.
"Who? Her who?" she muttered. Some adventure this is turning out to be.
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Post by Tree on Aug 6, 2011 19:46:49 GMT -5
"There, there, sweetie," Tree said, patting Ershey comfortingly on the head. "It's not quite as bad as he makes it out to be. Racie-poo just tends to go all waterworks whenever a certain pyromaniac sister of mine is mentioned."
And he could be quite difficult to calm down afterwards.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 6, 2011 21:13:46 GMT -5
"She said she'd come back for me," Race whispered, looking pleadingly at Tree. "She always comes back. The explosion, the fire, it doesn't matter...the writing on the wall...she always comes back!"
An anteater ambled down the stairs. He was looking for ants.
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Post by Tree on Aug 6, 2011 21:19:21 GMT -5
"Oh, Mister Higgins," Tree began to say in an attempt to console him. Unfortunately, she was easily distracted. "Oooh, Mister Higgins! Can I call you that? It's like Henry Higgins, from My Fair Lady! It's this awesome musical I saw when I time-traveled to the future."
The anteater reached the basement and looked around curiously. Curiosity was a new emotion for him, being an anteater, and it was intriguing. He decided to keep being curious.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 6, 2011 21:39:57 GMT -5
Ants came out of a corner to do sinister ant-like things. The anteater intercepted them and began to eat them. He was very happy. He looked curiously at the crying boy and the crazy girl and the frightened girl, and waggled his long, long nose.
Racetrack shrieked and leapt into Tree's arms. "What if it's her!?What if it's her in disguise!?"
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Post by Tag Along on Aug 7, 2011 1:21:08 GMT -5
Tag noticed the anteater finally, and leapt toward it.
"AHA!" She screamed, taking the wooden leg she had desperately been searching for out the backpack on the anteater's back. She gave it to Gilgamesh and turned her back so he could put it back on.
That is when she noticed Race. She went up to him, looking very much concerned. Taking his hand and patting it lightly, she brought it up to her mouth and bit it.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 7, 2011 18:38:11 GMT -5
Race shrieked and huddled against Tree. She had once rescued him with her magical bike, Murgatroid. She and the youngest one, Spy, weren't as bad as their seven sisters. At least, with Cocky and Poker eaten by chickens, he probably wouldn't have to fear sexual assault.
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Post by Tree on Aug 7, 2011 19:05:49 GMT -5
((HA, I miss the corrupting antics of Cocky and Poker.))
Tree patted him on the head, much like she had patted Ershey earlier. "Don't worry, Flare hasn't been around for ages. I think she may have absconded to the deepest pits of hell to plan her revenge, and you know how long that takes her."
The anteater, now devoid of its heavy wooden burden, pranced in happy circles and began to gobble up all the insects in sight, whether they were ants or not.
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