Dec 20, 2009 23:33
[today in front of the Kirkland household, the son of the house has suddenly become... aware. And he looks none too pleased.]
Where the devil is my armor? My sword? Where am I?
[he's making quite a scene!]
You there! Stop!
may have had one too many last night,
mayfield
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Huh?
*Arthur, you're staring at a bunny girl*
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That is...
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Those are my ears.
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I'm sorry, what?
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*she brushes back her hair, showing her lack of human ears to accentuate the point*
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Where am I?
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You've been kidnapped to the town of Mayfield, a town in the 1950s...
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When did you say, again?
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I must be going bloody mad.
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I-I'm sorry to say that this is all real, and... you might be here for awhile.
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I've no intention of hurting you, if you do not mean me harm.
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And I don't really have any reason to hurt you. I prefer to avoid fighting if I can help it.
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