Camulus's apartment, Tuesday afternoon

Apr 04, 2006 15:25

Cautiously, Camulus opened the door of his apartment, a bag of books in one hand and Scathadh in the other. He saw nothing. He heard nothing. This was a bad sign. He set Scathadh down and the kittyninja scampered across the floor, stretching her legs and exploring. Like she didn't live here half the time anyways.

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heterodine April 4 2006, 18:31:50 UTC
The mimoth-mommy was leading her flock of youngones out to explore. The books in this place were delicious after all.

Thus a bakers dozen on wee critters walked into the kitchen.

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godinakilt April 4 2006, 18:37:02 UTC
Camulus froze as he heard the pitterpatter of tiny feet. Slowly he looked down and an expression of utter rage bloomed on his face.

"Scathadh! Thig a-steach!" he commanded as he kicked one foot at the wee pests.

[[Class OMG]]

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heterodine April 4 2006, 18:40:02 UTC
The wee pests scattered and reformed into an arrow formation. This meant war. Their tiny tusks pointed, theylaunched themselves at full speed at Camulus' leg. full speed for a mimoth was rather fast.

They were utterly unafraid of the cat, as they had made friends several days ago, and the cat thought they were keen.

They had no such aliance with ankles, shins or toes.

[[sp?]]

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godinakilt April 4 2006, 21:05:30 UTC
Scathadh sprinting into the kitchen and skidded to a halt, snickering a wee kitty snicker when she saw her little friends attacking the grumpy human, who was hopping about on one foot in pain. He hopped onto the other foot as it was also attacked.

He roared something in English. She didn't understand English. She did understand when he started shouting, "Se plaigh a th'anna! Rach ri ifrinn! Rach!" and she snickered some more.

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heterodine April 4 2006, 21:08:16 UTC
The mimoths were amused. A sthe large human was distracted, they scurried up the table leg. It is amazing how they can do that. There they found their goal, books!

They set their wee trunks and tusks to work, tearing bits of book and binding off and stuffing thier faces. Several separated from the herd and headed for the waffle maker. It was metal and useless to them, but it had lovely cords to chew on.

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godinakilt April 4 2006, 21:12:53 UTC
"I just bought those!" Camulus snarled, grabbing for the books and attempting to bash the mimoths with them. "You *wham* wee *wham* beasties *wham* are *wham* ruining *whamwham* my *wham* LIFE! *WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM*"

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heterodine April 4 2006, 22:07:52 UTC
the wee beasties skillfully avoided being smushed

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