It’s crazy how you say that like it’s no big deal. Soundslike a very big deal to me!
I lived. At the time it was a big deal. What’s the point of making a big deal of it now?
Wait what? What the hell trill?
I didn’t make a deal or anything like that. I wouldn’t sell my soul for anything. But I’ve had run-ins with hellhounds that weren’t friendly. It happens.
It’s a promise.
Well ya, I guess considering what an unplayfulbite would do.
Good.
Oh jeeze. I’ve been on the receiving end of unplayful bites from hellhounds before, not fun.
Stakeout || Andy
“Fresh eyes, I can do that. Be that. Words, god I’m freaking terrified,” Andy said, words trailing off into a nervous laugh that almost turned into a yelp when he heard the brush rustle.
“Yeah coulda been or it coulda been a man-eating thing of death and destruction but I mean yeah I’m fine. Great even,” Andy said, holding the angel blade out with a white knuckled grip. “Just uh point me in the right direction and I’ll stab its eyes out or something.”
He turned back towards her, trying to keep a lid on his fear. “What do we do now? Just wait for it to attack us?” He was down with that. Anything that required him not moving any further into the forest. Though if Trill moved he would totally follow because he was not going to be left alone to die.
“Yes you can, are, will be. Yeah I know what you mean, I was afraid too on my first hunt,” Trill tried to comfort him, though the brush rustling probably didn’t help his nerves. “We’re alright.” For now.
“Heh. Let’s try not to go there yet. I’m going to take your word it that you’re good,” she told him, keeping her voice down as she spoke. Watching him with the angel blade she glanced back in the direction of the woods, looking for any sign of movement. “You’re going for the eyes, eh? I like that. Might as well make him blind, easier to catch.” Though the nose on Wendigo’s were fierce, and that thought gave her an idea.
Glancing sideways at Andy when he asked what they should do and she gave him a smirk, “Pretty much what I was thinking. Except a little louder than just standing around waiting.” Striding into the clearing she threw her arms up and hollered, “What are you waiting for! Free food! Come and get it!”
There was a loud unhuman growl that erupted from behind her and she turned on the spot, gun raised as it bore down on her partner. “Andy look out!” Taking a shot she hit its shoulder and it wailed but kept coming, barely slowing the thing down.
((BEST OF LUCK KICK ASS))
Thanks! But I think it’s safe to say we’re going to be eliminated out of the playoffs. =(
Does anyone want to talk to me?
“You’re welcome.” The feline ate the rest of the toast and drank his milk before he answered, “Sounds good to me.”
Trill finished up the last of her breakfast and got up, putting the plate in the sink. Going back to the table she picked up her mug and took a sip of her tea, “Whenever you’re ready to get going, I’m good.”
He probably is. “It would be worth it. Though it kind of makes you wonder why more animals out there don’t have shells, given how handy they are.” Vincent nodded, “That’s true, like it really would make a good bowl.” He still wasn’t sure that a bear could slide down the hill that fast given how heavy he was but the little turtle was just so enthusiastic. “Have you ever won one of the races?”
Shaggy saw Trill hang her head, so he glanced down to try and catch her eye, “Hey. It’s no big deal. Like I was just curious. I tried to teach myself how to play guitar at one point in high school and never really got far, so like there’s just a guitar somewhere around that I can barely play.” He shrugged, “It’s fine, like I just have a habit of getting distracted. You’re not getting any hand cramps or anything are you?” Getting back into it he had the bear shake his head, “No like I don’t really have a favorite place. Sometimes I’ll go back to somewhere I’ve lived before, depending on who is in the area.” Vincent nodded, “Yeah, like I can see how that would be difficult. If you ever do want to travel, let me know. I owe you for helping me with this.” The bear pondered it for a second, looking up at the sky, “You’ve probably seen a lot of the forest creatures. Rabbits, squirrels, foxes, deer, coyote, skunks.” There were hardly any creatures bigger than bears in the forest for them to be afraid of.
The bear hardly even noticed until he’d heard the noise, he flipped around. “Like, are you alright?” Shaggy had the bear examine the little turtle as it walked by, “They do but like sometimes they can get in the way.” The bear nodded, “Yeah, you can, again, if you want me to show you, like I can.” Shaggy was about to respond when he heard the sneeze, he tried not to act surprised but he hadn’t expected it, “Gesundheit. Um…I don’t…like something about eating berries?”
“I couldn’t agree with you more! Most animals with shells seem to live near water. Like snails, clams and crabs. Perhaps land animals never saw the need? Which is rather unfortunate.” Fish looked up at Vincent, “I have a feeling your shell will see that as its use sometime.” The turtle waddled along as the bear spoke, nodding, “I have, a few times. Sometimes I let the youngsters get a head start, but you didn’t hear that from me.”
Trill lifted her head a bit and met his eye, “You at least gave it a chance. I never even thought about playing the harmonica I was given. Maybe now that I’ve reminded myself I have it I will.” Wiggling her fingers a bit she shook her head, “Don’t worry about it that happens. No I don’t have any, not really, but if we go on for the rest of the night I might. How about you?” Fish nodded, “Good reason to make a return trip.” The turtle shook his head at Vincent’s offer, “Oh no, you certainly don’t owe me anything for this. If anything I’d ask you along to keep me company, not out of a returned favour.” Trill could imagine that Fish had not encountered all of those creatures before, after all it hadn’t seen a bear before today. Shaking his head, Fish looked forward, “Cant say I’ve seen all of them before. Beavers, frogs, muskrats, ducks, swans, yes. At one point our little pond was being terrorized by a growl monster that only came out at night.”
Fish waved Vincent’s concerns off and nodded, “Perfectly fine. Are you? I knocked into you pretty hard there. Sorry.” Curiously the turtle lifted a flipper and touched the underside of the bears paw, avoiding the claws, “How so?” Fish looked in the direction of a tree and before back at Vincent, “Maybe. I’m not sure how I feel about heights though. Is it scary to be up there?” Trill pinched the bridge of her nose for a second, giving him a smile, “Thanks. Berries? Oh! Right!” Reforming the turtle she tried to pick up where they left off, “You’ve never tried seaweed before, right?”
