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[brambleroad]

[ Tyki is stopped in a hallway, looking...surprised? Tense? Caught off-guard, perhaps?

He just so happens to be staring down at the floor in front of him, where there sits a small stack of money. With googly eyes. And, somehow, for no apparent reason, music has started playing. He hardly seems amused. ]Alright, alright. You win, Place. I think you

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[fuguepenance]

...Its mocking us with annoying things like this now? [Tempted to shoot it. Really tempted to shoot it.]

[brambleroad]

[ please do. At least make the music stop. ] Apparently so. Worse, it seems to be following me.

[fuguepenance]

[Draws Judgment and fingers the hammer back. He takes his time loading it and aiming.] Have you tried covering it and walking away yet?

[brambleroad]

I've locked it up, chained it down, tied it up, set it on fire, stuffed it in a freezer, and put it through the blender.

[suninthemorning]

*Cross is just going to pick it up, if Tyki doesn't mind.*

[brambleroad]

[ nope, it's all yours. ]

[suninthemorning]

*Awesome. He's just going to start counting it, then.*

[brambleroad]

[ funny, that...it isn't even real money. ]

[failingfelicity]

[Snickering. At your misfortune. From the shadows.]

[brambleroad]

[ you'll be whistling a different tune when it starts following you too. ]

[failingfelicity]

[cnaecije WHAT IS THIS. Kicks it, hard.]

[brambleroad]

[ who's laughing now >DD ]

[latenightmoon]

...you're kidding me. [Stares at the stack of cash with eyes.] What's next a jackalope?

[brambleroad]

...I wish. [ staring at it as well. ] It won't stop watching me.

[latenightmoon]

Its better than a ceiling cat.

[brambleroad]

A wh--

Y'know, I'm just not asking.

[redfire_ink]

Yo, Tyki----- what the hell is that?

[brambleroad]

I haven't the faintest.

[redfire_ink]

Like some sorta creeper, ain't it?

[brambleroad]

Except worse. A creeper you can beat down and they stay down...this thing... [ he shrugs. ] Well, just try and destroy it. I dare you.