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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 8:13 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 12:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 12:29 pm
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Halloween Town, sometime in the afternoon
Salbei had gotten his items from Orgon's Organics, and had it wrapped safely in butcher's paper and a rather sturdy looking bag. The bag itself was a great help, as whatever he had gotten, was leaking profusely. So much so the little package he held was squishing.
He had been focusing on not spilling the squishing mass, so the sudden tug on his robes came as quite the surprise. The old Horseman startled, and he pivoted at the waist to look back. When he saw nothing, he then smartly looked down, and spotted a rather small blob of colour, pulling at his fabrics.
"May I help you, little one?" He smiled, his voice sweet with patience. When he turned, he was careful to not pull the fabric from those tiny hands, and he stooped a little bit, to be better able to see the creature who had disturbed him. "Ah, a little filly. Can I be of assistance, child?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 12:38 pm
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Halloween Town, sometime in the afternoon
It was alive. Gzifa stared at the famine horseman in wonder, stunned to find the thing talking to her. She let go of his robes, stepping back to take in the full picture of the horseman.
"Am not a child," she snorted, placing her hand on her hips while staring down...or rather, up, at Salbei.
She sniffed the air, squinting at the bag he was holding. "Watcha got there?" she asked, not unlike a curious child at all.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 12:51 pm
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Halloween Town, sometime in the afternoon
Salbei's lips pressed into a thin, patient, amused smile.
"No, of course you aren't." He so graciously agreed, though to him, she mostly certainly was a child. A child that insisted on being an adult. Which was adorable. When she pointed out his parcel, he glanced down at it.
"This?" He asked, holding it out a little bit so she could see more of it. "Fresh hazmutt meat." The slop was a mixture of blood, and toxic ooze that had remained in the fibers of the animal. "For my studies." He added, feeling that was important.
"Do you always forget to introduce yourself, little filly?" His little tolerating smile returned.
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