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Revan is in Generic Jedi Master Robes (dyed black, of course), his hair tucked behind his ears and his neck covered in bite marks. He's cradling a black and white checkered Gizka in one arm, scratching behind its ear nubs with his free hand.
Next to him are several clear plastic boxes, each with a hopping, squeaking Gizka in it. "I was curious to see if any of you would possibly be interested in taking one of these fellows home. They are low-maintenence and free to whomever wants one." The Gizka he's holding wiggles its ear nubs and squeaks happily. Aww...
"Also, is it possible to fall three stories from a catwalk, land on your arm, and not break it? Or for a group that has been fighting amongst itself for hundreds of years to decide to unite under a common banner and quit attempting to kill each other?"
((Revan has about twenty Gizka, not counting the checkered one, to give away. Color schemes are up to you, and they're first-come, first-serve. Don't worry; he'll probably be back later with more of the little buggers.))
((Mun is heading off to sleep, and will answer new tags when she wakes up.))
Next to him are several clear plastic boxes, each with a hopping, squeaking Gizka in it. "I was curious to see if any of you would possibly be interested in taking one of these fellows home. They are low-maintenence and free to whomever wants one." The Gizka he's holding wiggles its ear nubs and squeaks happily. Aww...
"Also, is it possible to fall three stories from a catwalk, land on your arm, and not break it? Or for a group that has been fighting amongst itself for hundreds of years to decide to unite under a common banner and quit attempting to kill each other?"
((Revan has about twenty Gizka, not counting the checkered one, to give away. Color schemes are up to you, and they're first-come, first-serve. Don't worry; he'll probably be back later with more of the little buggers.))
((Mun is heading off to sleep, and will answer new tags when she wakes up.))