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[8_legged_tales]

*out by the lake, there is a little old man in a green fedora hat, lemon yellow gloves, and a fishing pole. He's on a rock that overlooks the lake enough that his fishing pole can easily go into the depths without him having to wade in, leaning against a tree and smoking a cigarillo. There is a hawk in the tree above him

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[droppingthreads]

[P-ping...]

...Hoping for any catch in particular?

[8_legged_tales]

Well, I was thinking I might catch fish! *grin*

[droppingthreads]

Oh, was that all? I hear this lake has fare much more interesting than that, if you're the adventurous type.

[8_legged_tales]

Well, I suppose I might be, but it depends on the adventure.

[eatsroadkill]

[the bird is now a naked kid on the ground]

[...scratches self]

[eatsroadkill]

[looks over, as though just noticing you]

...?

[touchessouls]

*...well, this is different*

[eatsroadkill]

[the bird is now a naked boy on the ground]

[touchessouls]

*is unimpressed. on several levels :|*

[eatsroadkill]

[I would not give a rat's ass for your opinion]

[there's some good eating on those things]

[delphaic_midget]

*ping.*

Hello.

[8_legged_tales]

Why hello there, young lady. How can I help you?

[delphaic_midget]

I don't think there's anything specific at the moment. I was only curious.

[8_legged_tales]

Curiosity is always welcome. I... Why, yes. And what are you curious about?

[youwillbemist]

[that is a fairly odd choice of clothes. Not that I really have a right to say that.]

I wouldn't imagine they would be in this weather.

[8_legged_tales]

Ah, well. The fishes aren't always as picky about that as the people, 'specially in the South.

[youwillbemist]

Perhaps they can afford not to be, there.

[8_legged_tales]

*laughs* My boy, Louisiana is still the South, even if this part of it ain't quite on the map.