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Apr 5, 2009 19:47:34 GMT -5
Post by Videospirit on Apr 5, 2009 19:47:34 GMT -5
, "You guys are making it sound like you don't care about this place anymore. We can't go letting our guards down like that, something could happen." ***moments later*** , "Citizens of the Hideout! I have been watching you and it's obvious you have grown passive and impotent. Therefore hear this and weap! THIS... IS AN INVASION!"
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Apr 5, 2009 23:17:08 GMT -5
Post by verna on Apr 5, 2009 23:17:08 GMT -5
an...invasion? Oh noes!! -runs to hide-
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Post by Videospirit on Apr 6, 2009 0:29:50 GMT -5
"Now that the invasion is complete, the hideout belongs to me. As your new lord and ruler, I give you all my first command! Capture the weasel girl alive! The one who brings me her shall recieve a years supply of chocolate!"
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Apr 6, 2009 13:44:17 GMT -5
Post by Hologram on Apr 6, 2009 13:44:17 GMT -5
*punches grayhair in the face*
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Apr 6, 2009 15:49:11 GMT -5
Post by Crystallis on Apr 6, 2009 15:49:11 GMT -5
"Aw, damn, it's that time again."
*scurries off to revitalize the HDF HQ*
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Apr 6, 2009 16:28:33 GMT -5
Post by verna on Apr 6, 2009 16:28:33 GMT -5
meep! I don't like that proclamation! -is somewhere else!-
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Post by Warlock on Apr 7, 2009 2:18:43 GMT -5
Hmm. That's a lot of chocolate. Alright, I guess i'll take the job. *goes to dig out his old weasel-chasing gear*
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Apr 7, 2009 13:26:56 GMT -5
Post by Videospirit on Apr 7, 2009 13:26:56 GMT -5
*stares as white punches a random bystander in the face*"What... strange behaviour. Oh yes, the weasel girl is free to turn itself in for the reward. As for the latest development, anyone caught going anywhere near the HDF shack over there"*Points at the nearby shack*"Will be locked in the stockades and tickled constantly for a week."
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Post by Hologram on Apr 8, 2009 7:54:59 GMT -5
OOC: I meant your character, Vid... forgot his name.
IC: "Uh... sorry for punching you!" *helps up grayhair, brushes him off, gives him some money, and runs to HDF shack*
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Apr 8, 2009 11:14:19 GMT -5
Post by Warlock on Apr 8, 2009 11:14:19 GMT -5
Ah, Lord/Boss/President whatever-your-name-is? Shall an exception be made to the "Do not approach the opposition headquarters" for those actively pursuing the target of your first command, or indeed, pursuing those violating that very directive you have just made?
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Apr 8, 2009 16:00:28 GMT -5
Post by verna on Apr 8, 2009 16:00:28 GMT -5
D: so not cool. -re-runs away-
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Apr 8, 2009 23:29:26 GMT -5
Post by Videospirit on Apr 8, 2009 23:29:26 GMT -5
OOC: His hair is black white IC: , "Hmm... but how am I to know if that's really the case. No, they will have to approach me for permission beforehand, and uh, sure you can go, and raid their food stores while you're there! Bring me back anything good you find. Now shoo, I have important business in the media forum!"
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Apr 10, 2009 16:52:01 GMT -5
Post by Warlock on Apr 10, 2009 16:52:01 GMT -5
*A sled falls out of the sky, and crashes to the earth. The pack of angry badgers, their traces snapped, attack everything in sight. Also, a bunch of muthaf***ing snakes get tired of being on this muthaf***ing sleigh and slither away.*
Oy! Wine and spirits! Or whatever your name is! I've got the weasel! And likely a very large hospital bill.
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Apr 10, 2009 18:08:16 GMT -5
Post by Crystallis on Apr 10, 2009 18:08:16 GMT -5
Magus gently levitates to the ground and makes his way toward the weasel, but Trent appears out of nowhere and steps between Magus and Verna. "It's been a while, wizard. I think you'll find I'm more powerful than before," Trent says with a smirk as he draws his spirit sword. Magus looks calmly about and takes in his surroundings, particularly noting Warlock, Trent, and Bloodspirit. This is most unfortunate. I will return with reinforcements later. Do try and stay alive in the mean time, weasel. Magus teleports away.
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Apr 11, 2009 1:30:14 GMT -5
Post by Videospirit on Apr 11, 2009 1:30:14 GMT -5
*appears and notices the cardboard cutout of himself he'd left behind is still there*"Huh, what do you know, my sheer image must of been enough to scare away anyone from messing with it. Especially purple haired mages."*looks around at everything else*"Ahh, Warlock my old... well I don't really know what to call you so I'll just go with flunky. Looks like you've found my weasel girl."
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