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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 21, 2018 14:02:54 GMT -5
Having a partner allows you to take more risks. Bes heard Rune let out an audible sigh of relief behind him. "Thanks," the shorter guy murmured, eyes trailing after the squirrel as it darted off into the safety of the woods. "For a moment there, I thought you were really gonna shoot it." He crossed his arms again, but this time stuck his hands up under his arms; apparently, the cold was seeping through his gloves. "You had really good aim, though, Bes."
Bes shrugged and carefully placed the gun where he had found it, turning to face his companion. "I knew you would have threw a fit if I had blown the thing to smithereens," he teased lightly. "Besides, there was no reason to kill it, especially if it was just for target practice." He glanced towards the direction of the cable station, where they had just come from. "Our ride is almost here. Shall we go?"
Rune nodded and turned, started to amble that way. Bes followed, but much slower, eyes scanning the area to see if there was anything else to see.
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 21, 2018 13:54:51 GMT -5
( That's awesome! O: I'm glad you had some fun time with your friends! ouo )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 21, 2018 13:44:18 GMT -5
Sorry, Rascal, all the spots have been filled.
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 21, 2018 13:41:42 GMT -5
( Good afternoon, everyone! )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 17, 2018 13:22:43 GMT -5
( Was work alright? D:
Sweet! We're happy to hear you'll be online! C: Minigolfing sounds really fun! )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 16, 2018 22:02:02 GMT -5
DECORATIVE TEXT HERE TAGS HERE Bes caught sight of the squirrel and paused. He hadn't expected an animal to come running over in his line of sight, especially with all the gunshots echoing through the forest. . . but maybe it could be. . . a moving target for him?
Behind him, however, he heard Rune make an uncomfortable noise, as if he were going to protest, but cut himself short. Right. . . Rune had always been an animal lover.
With this in mind, Bes sighed and looked down at the gun once, angled it higher, and shot the sand bag he hadn't hit yet. No need to blast an innocent creature to smithereens, right?
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 16, 2018 21:53:29 GMT -5
DECORATIVE TEXT HERE TAGS HERE Rune didn't make any comments this time, but Bes had a feeling he still hadn't quite impressed the younger, darker-skinned man just yet. "Alright, time for a trick shot."
He turned, angling the gun into a more difficult position, before taking aim at one of the dark bottles sitting atop one of the barrels farther away from the sand bags. "Ready, aim, aandd-!" Once again, he pulled the trigger on the gun, being more careful to handle the recoil as it was now held differently.
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 16, 2018 21:44:44 GMT -5
DECORATIVE TEXT HERE TAGS HERE Ahh, seeing the small bit of sand that went flying was rather satisfying.
"Wow," Bes heard Rune murmur behind him. "Nice going, hitting something so huge." He was teasing, but it was still a jab to his pride!
Bes huffed and narrowed his eyes. "I'll show you." He glanced towards the can, then took aim and fired once more.
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 16, 2018 21:38:24 GMT -5
DECORATIVE TEXT HERE TAGS HERE Narrowing his eyes, Bes concentrated on each of the possible targets to shoot at. Taking a few moments to decide, he finally figured that the sandbag would be the best warm-up shot, as it was one of the easiest to hit. Taking aim, he took a deep breath, then pulled the trigger, grunting ever so softly from the recoil that resulted from the blast.
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 16, 2018 21:25:23 GMT -5
( Let's do this. )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 16, 2018 16:20:46 GMT -5
( I'm glad you're good now. o: I wish you good luck tonight! oxo )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 16, 2018 15:21:57 GMT -5
( I hate to hear that work got bad again D: How are you doing now? )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 16, 2018 14:32:45 GMT -5
Having a partner allows you to take more risks. Rune spun around, eyes wide, as the voice came from directly behind him. Upon seeing who it was, however, his shoulders sagged in relief, and a smile spread across his face. "Bes!" Bes smiled down at the shorter, slightly younger man. "It's good to see you, man." He held out his arm, which Rune gladly grasped with his own, giving it a firm shake before they pulled apart. Green and brown eyes twinkling, Bes stepped around Rune and slung his backpack back up over his shoulder, not bothering to loop his other arm through the loop. "I'm glad you could make it up here. To be honest, I didn't think you'd have the time to come, what with your brother training for. . . what was he training for again?" He frowned, tilting his head down at Rune. Rune let out a soft sigh. "He has a few things lined up, but the closest tournament is for karate." He unconsciously reached up towards his left shoulder, rubbing it as he continued to speak. "I've been helping him out, but with no formal training, the best I can really do is be a moving target." Letting out a sheepish laugh, he dropped his hand and peered up at the moon. "Ike didn't mind me coming, though," he admitted. "He thought this was a good idea. He even made something for Niall for me to give him when I got here." Bes laughed, shaking his head as he stepped out from the cover of the waiting post. "I still can't imagine that little gremlin doing karate. " A flash of mischief crossed Rune's features. "He knocked you on your ass once without even trying." Bes's eyes stretched wide. "Hey, now, I was caught off guard. I didn't even know he was coming at me until I was already halfway to the ground!" His self-defense was weak, though, and his tone showed it was all good-natured. "Oh! So! I found something. . . kind of amazing." Just like that, he started to walk quickly around to the side of the building. Rune made his way after him, eyebrow arching. "Hnn? What is it?" "Bro, I'm not telling. You're gonna have to check it out for yourself!" Rune sighed and followed behind the taller man. With every step he took, he tried to walk where Bes had, so his boots found solid grip instead of crunching into the ever-deepening snow. He would have continued this habit, but as Bes kept going, Rune caught sight of a piece of paper taped to the wall they walked alongside. Frowning, he stopped and leaned forward to get a better look at it. WANTED MCLOUGHSCHLIN, MARK Sex: Male Age: 48 Height: 6'2" Last Known Address: Blackwood Pines Last Seen: 03/16/1998 Rune made a soft, uneasy noise in the back of his throat, glancing over at Bes, who had finally stopped now that he noticed Rune wasn't right behind him. "Hey," he rasped. "Check this out. This doesn't look so good." He stepped back out of the way as Bes crunched through the snow to his side, watching as his friend examined the paper. After a few moments of silence, Rune blinked and leaned forward, prompting, "Well?" "Huh. Never heard of him before. Think he's gonna decide to come and give us a visit? Bless us with his presence?" Bes rolled his eyes skywards and turned to continue on his way back to where he'd been leading Rune. Rune followed slowly. The sign had definitely made his nerves kick up a notch, and he scanned the trees around them for any sign of movement. "I mean, it looks like someone around here thought so. Why would they put up a wanted sign otherwise?" Bes quietly scoffed at him. "Oh, come on, Hotdog. Blackwood Pines and the Washington Lodge are abandoned the majority of the year. Sometimes it isn't used at all. No-one would be out here just waiting for other people to come by. We're safe." Rune almost protested, but kept his mouth shut. Bes did have a point with that. Plus, as far as he knew, Niall hadn't told anyone that he was throwing a reunion for the people that had been there last year during the incident. The old man that had drove the bus earlier had figured out what was going on, but he had a feeling it was because he'd already driven Bes, or one of the others, here as well. No-one would know anyone was in the Blackwood mountains. Bes lead Rune a few more yards ahead before drifting to the side a little, grinning as he spun around to face him. "Ta-da~! Rune, check this place out!" Behind him, at first glance, seemed to be a regular shack, but upon closer inspection, Rune realized. . . "A shooting range?" Rune's eyebrows arched so high they nearly disappeared behind his bangs, spotting the gun that laid on the shelf for any to grab. He'd never known this was here. How had he walked by this before without ever noticing it? "What the hell is something like this doing at a skii lodge?" He moved to stand beside Bes, getting a closer examination of the gun. "Isn't this more than a little dangerous?" "Umm," Bes hummed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter, "have you ever met Niall's dad? He's an avid hunter." He smirked and rolled his eyes. "It's almost like he thinks he's, like, Grizzly Adams, or Ernest Hemingway. Of course he'd want a shooting range here, even if its just for practice." His brown and green eyes flicked to the gun beside him, and his arms slowly unfolded, hands moving to the weapon. ". . .want to give it a shot?" "Err, no." Rune took two solid steps back, holding his hands up in the 'no thank-you' gesture. "But you go right ahead, Sharpshooter. I'll stay back and watch. . . from a nice, safe distance. . ." Bes snorted and checked the gun to make sure it would be safe to fire. Not much ice collected on it, or frost. . . hell, it was even still loaded! "Suit yourself." Quietly, he lifted the gun in a proper position and got ready to aim.
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 15, 2018 20:38:34 GMT -5
( *Salutes* Will do! )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 15, 2018 19:22:02 GMT -5
( *dabs* I shall post the rest after dinner. > ...hopefully. Gotta type it up first. oxo )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 15, 2018 19:21:25 GMT -5
DECORATIVE TEXT HERE TAGS HERE What. . . in the world. . . was that? Rune was sure that something had happened just then, but he couldn't. . . remember. An odd feeling had rushed through him for a moment before fading away just as quickly as they had started. Shuddering, he quickly put the totem-looking object back down where he had found it. There was no point keeping it, he figured. . . and he felt like he really shouldn't. Stepping away from the sign and the item back in its place in the snow, he turned back ahead, deciding to hurry up and finish his journey. He ascended the final set of stairs he remembered being on this path, and smiled as he came into the light of the cable station. He was finally here! It would just be a quick ride down, and then they'd be at the lodge. Glancing about, he noticed Bes was no-where in sight, and for a moment, his heart skipped in panic. Did that mean he'd have to wait out here?
He saw the sign showing the map of the mountains, and could barely make out thick letters against it. Had Bes written on it with a marker or something? As he got closer, and the light lit the letters enough to see them properly, a chill went down Rune's spine.
THE PAST IS BEYOND OUR CONTROL. Well, that. . . was intimidating, to say the least. But most of all, it was. . . almost infuriating. Graffiti, all the way within the estate? In an area where a tragedy happened? Who had written such a horrible thing here, where the Washingtons would have to pass by it and see it? "What heartless jackass did this?" Another cold breeze stopped him from continuing, and he hissed out a breath through his teeth. Where was Bes? Rune was too cold for this. . .
Fortunately, his eyes caught on something; the bench in the waiting booth nearby had a bag on it. A bag he remembered seeing Bes use before. So he's nearby. "Bes? Bes, you nearby?"
He crossed the distance, moving into the light, and peered down at the bag. It was huge; he knew Bes rarely traveled without a decent change of clothes, another in case the first set got ruined, and a few things from home. "You didn't fall in this giant thing, did you?" he called out again, this time his voice taking on a teasing tone. ". . .oh, what do we have here?" Rune's pale blue-green eyes settled on the flash of silver sticking out of the bag. Bes, apparently, hadn't put his phone all the way back into his back before he went off to. . . wherever he was now. On the front was a message from. . . who? He could see the first three letters of 'Eth'. Was it Ethan? Are those two finally together? He could just look. . .
He reached out, his fingertips brushing against the side of the phone. . . before pushing it further into the bag and zipping it up so it wouldn't just fall right back out. Tempting as it was, Rune knew that the conversation was really none of his business. If Bes wanted him, or anyone else for that matter, to know, he would tell them himself.
"Hey, Hotdog."
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 15, 2018 12:01:53 GMT -5
( It sucks that you're tired, dude. D: Is there any way you can go back to bed and get a nap in? I'm happy to hear that you're otherwise alright. ouo )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 15, 2018 11:23:26 GMT -5
The missing aren't missing, they're only departed Snow drifted down from the dark, cloudy skies, collecting ever so slightly at the edges of the bus windows as it sped down the highway. Breath fogging up the glass, a young man sat in one of the front bus seats, eyes half-lidded as he waited for the vehicle to arrive at its destination; the winter lodge of his best friend and his family. A place that held so many fond, warm memories. A place that also made his heart wrench inside his chest. The last place he had seen his best friend alive. “Today is the one year anniversary of the dreadful tragedy that took place on Mount Washington. Reporting in with us tonight is Sheriff Annie Cline who was in charge of the investigation.” “Thanks for having me, Marty.” The young man glanced down at his phone. The radio station he had been listening to was a local one, and though it had been playing familiar, old-style music for the majority of the bus’s drive, it had suddenly gone to a news report. The passenger knew immediately who the article was going to be about. He didn’t want to listen. He’d heard it far too many times. He knew there was no new information. But a small part of himself deep inside forced him to keep listening. If you had stopped him, you wouldn’t be hearing this at all. The soft, clear voice of the man started up again. “Listeners, this is an update on Afton and Ashton Washington, the twins who are still missing.” It was followed by the voice of the female officer. “One year ago tonight, the Washington boys left the safety of their parents’ lodge and headed out into a snow storm.” The bus’s passenger scowled as the voices seemed to cut out – the signal had gone out, and the voice of corrupted recording and static blared in his ears for a couple of moments. Once it ended, he could hear a marbled, jumbled voice, but not understand what it was saying. He barely managed to catch the end. “—foul play?” “Not officially, no,” said the officer. “There is one individual we are considering as a person of interest, but his whereabouts are currently unknown. He has an interesting history with the Washington family. . . he warned them against pursuing their construction project, and claimed the land was sacred to his forefathers.” The host spoke again. “You know, there is still the old Sanitorium on the mountain. Could he be hiding there?” “My officers did search the grounds, but. . .” A brief interference. “. . .the boys themselves couldn’t have made it that far.” The young man closed his eyes completely. He wouldn’t allow himself to picture it. The thought that Aft and Ash had been out there, wandering about in the pitch darkness, not dressed properly to stay warm enough in the bitter cold – he shook his head as if to clear it. Don’t. Breathe in. Breathe out. He just caught the end of the report; the host seemed to say something about the mountains breeding tragic events, with the sheriff agreeing with him. The host thanked the officer for joining them for the broadcast. The host quietly wished the Washington couple and their remaining son well, and finally the radio show ended with a ch noise. The remaining son. Niall. The entire reason the young man was on his way up the mountain. The only reason he would ever come back to this. . . nightmare. He flicked his thumb over the surface of the phone, opening his email with a few quick taps, opening one message in particular. To: HotdogRue@gmail.com <Video> The young man, Rune as he is named, breathed out a sigh and clicked the video he had watched days ago, sent to him by the only remaining child of the Washington family. The one that felt almost. . . off."Hello! Friends and fans!" Niall throws up his hands and then shakes his head a little, a small smile on his face. "Alright, let's do that again," he murmurs to himself as he walks forward to the camera, his smile dropping. He adjusts it and zooms in and then moves back so only his shoulders up are in the shot. Back to smiling.
Rune continued to watch the video, from start to end. He had been there for the elder brother of Afton and Ashton from the instant the twins had went missing. The two had been friends even longer than that, even to the point of sometimes hanging out without the identical siblings. Rune had been there through it all, and so to see Niall acting so. . . thrilled, so. . . ecstatic had thrown him off guard. But, at the same time, he had to say he was so, so happy to see the older man smiling again. Maybe his time with his therapist had gotten him to overcome some of his pain. Some of his grief. He had to have gotten over some of it, otherwise Rune doubted he would have been inviting everyone back to the lodge, where it all happened. "Kid, we're here." Rune jolted from his thoughts as the bus came to a shaky stop. His gaze tore away from his phone to peer out the window beside him again, and through the faint collected frost, he could clearly see a sign he had seen a few times before. BLACKWOOD PINES "Ah. . . right. Yes." Rune put his phone on sleep mode and carefully slid it into his pocket. Pushing himself up from his seat, he reached down to the spot next to him to grab his backpack, quickly slinging it over his shoulders and looping his arms through. He walked up to the front of the bus and paused by the old man driving to reach into his pocket, pulling out the bundle of money he'd known he'd have to use beforehand. He unrolled it and started to count it out, before realizing. . . he was about ten dollars short. The old man noticed this, and opened his mouth to say something, but his eyes caught on Rune's face, and he stilled. When he saw Rune reach back to try and get his wallet from his backpack, the elder reached his hand up and waved him off. "What you have there is just fine, lad." He gingerly took what was already out from the darker skinned boy's hands. "You're here for the Washington boy's reunion, right? I heard he was back in town, and that he was throwing another get-together. . ." He licked his dry lips, eyes dulling for a moment. "I reckin you were those two boys' friend, right?" Rune swallowed hard. ". . .yeah. We were very close." The old man nodded and waved him off again. "Be safe, youngin'." Rune gave him a hesitant, but grateful smile. "Thank you, sir. You be safe, too; the roads are getting icier by the minute. Have a good night." He nodded to the driver of the bus, then turned towards the door. The old man obligingly pushed the switch to open them, and Rune was greeted by a blast of freezing cold air as he stepped out, his face immediately stinging from the temperature change. The crunch of his feet going deep into the snow was all he could hear over the sound of the bus for a moment, but as he stepped farther away from the transport that had gotten him here, he could hear the faint noise of the woods. The call of nightly birds, the sound of snow in the far distance falling from tree branches to the ground below. Taking a deep breath, he made his way to the Blackwood Pines gates, pushing the wooden door open. Behind him, he heard the bus door snap shut, and a faint squeak as the wheels began to turn, the bus slowly easing away farther down the road, leaving Rune on his own. Rune watched the lights vanish into the distance, hand still on the wood of the gate, as he took a moment to look around and observe his surroundings. He didn't see any footprints yet. Was he the first to arrive? Or had the snow that was lightly falling already covered them? He started to take a step forward. Crunch. Rune immediately turned, eyes scanning the trees a few yards behind him, somewhere to the left. "Hello? Is someone there?" He took another step, this time closer to the trees, leaning forward and squinting against the cold breeze that blew at the coat he wore. ". . .Mickey? Bes?" He leaned forward a little more. "Jack?" But he saw no-one. Of course he didn't; why would anyone be off the path? It was colder than a frozen over hell out here! Everyone would be hightailing it to the warmth of the lodge. Rune sighed and stepped back, shaking his head. "Snow. . . or a squirrel." And thus, he continued on his way down the path. It didn't take him long to get to the massive metal gates. These, like the wooden gates at the side of the road, had 'BLACKWOOD PINES' curved into the metal, clear and broad for anyone to see. The grey doors were covered entirely in ice, with bits of snow already piled up on parts of it here and there. Rune frowned as he spotted the note that was tied to the part where the doors met, gently tugging it off and pulling it closer so he could see it in the dim light of the moon. The gate's busted, guys. You're gonna need to climb over. ~ Bes "What?" Rune scowled, flipping the paper over to see if there was anything else written on the back. No; it was just an email between Niall and Bes. It seemed to pretty much be the same email that Rune had received, from the looks of it; there were a couple of exchanges, but Rune couldn't see well enough to understand most of it, only able to make out the bottom, where Bes had asked if the usual path was still the best way to get to the cabin. He placed the note back where he found it, giving the gates an experimental shake just to make sure they really wouldn't open. "Crap. Well, time for parkour, I guess." He moved to the side of the gate, where metal turned to a solid stone wall. Grimacing, he studied the rocks embedded against the side carefully; one part looked safer, but it. . . looked like it would take forever to climb. The other looked like it'd be faster to take, but with the ice and snow, he might fall. . . .I don't really have the time, he reluctantly decided, glancing towards the more dangerous part of the wall. If Bes really is ahead of me, he might take the cable car down. He started to step up onto one of the bricks that jutted out more than the rest. If I'm fast enough, I can catch up, but if I take any more time, he might go down before me. And then I'll have to wait in the cold for it to come back up. . . Glancing above his head, he gritted his teeth and jumped, reaching out. Thankfully, he managed to catch hold of the next brick up. From there, he propelled himself up with all limbs, managing to grab the top of the wall and pull the rest of his body up. Groaning, he pulled himself over the edge and rested on his knees for a brief second, then allowed himself to stand all the way, arms held out just barely to keep himself from losing his balance and falling. He let himself catch his breath, then slowly lowered himself once more, legs on the right side of the wall this time, before letting himself drop down to the ground, landing with an, "Oomph!" Leaning back against the stone, he sighed and dusted the small amount of snow that had clung on to his clothes from the wall. ". . .well, that's over with." He didn't get many steps farther, just a few feet in front of a lighted set of stairs, that a small squeaking came from the bushes from alongside the path. Rune's eyes slid over to the noise to spot a small squirrel scratching into the snow vigorously, hopping out onto the main path entirely to get a better angle. It's. . . trying to dig out an acorn. Well, that was adorable. Rune smiled and glanced down at the ground near his feet, to see if there was. . . ah! There were a few! He knelt down slowly, not wanting to scare the creature, and pulled the acorns from where they had been slightly embedded in the snow. He clucked his tongue, and the squirrel, hearing, set its attention on the young man, who held the acorns out in his gloved hand. "Hey, baby. Will these work?" He held his breath as the brown, furry creature tilted his head, slowly approaching. Staying absolutely still, he smiled as the squirrel did take one of the acorns from his hand, pausing only to give him a curious sniff before bouncing away, its fluffy tail disappearing into the bushes. "Hope its good." Straightening himself, he shuddered as another cold breeze hit him. By now, it seemed to be sinking into his clothes, deep into his skin, and making his bones ache. Afton and Ashton were dressed even lighter-Stop. Rune had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time he'd be catching his thoughts before they could get worse this weekend. Sighing, he kept walking, going up the stairs, further and further down the path. Once again, he came across something that caught his eye; a sign that he'd never really paid much attention to the few times he had been here before. He decided to take a look at it; after all, he wasn't sure he'd ever come back here, after tonight. It might be his last chance to see what it said. Indigenous People and Butterfly PropheciesTribes who once lived in these mountains believed that butterflies carried dreams and prophecies of possible futures. The color of the butterfly indicated the nature of the prophecy.DEATH: Black butterflies prophesied the dreamer's death. DANGER: Red butterflies warned of dangerous events. LOSS: Brown butterflies foretold of tragedies affecting friends. GUIDANCE: Yellow butterflies offered visions to help and guide. FORTUNE: White butterflies brought dreams of luck and good fortune. Huh, that was kind of cool. It was a shame he'd never noticed, or read it, before. Rune stepped back from the sign, but now he noticed something dark against the bright white, snow-covered ground. What. . . exactly was that? Frowning, the squatted down next to the item and reached for it, picking it up to get a better look at it.
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 15, 2018 11:23:15 GMT -5
( Hey Lem! Good morning! How are you doing today? )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 15, 2018 0:49:38 GMT -5
Your drawing is amazing, Zone! O: Fantastic job!
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 14, 2018 23:52:29 GMT -5
( I still humbly apologize. oxo Still, is it possible you could watch it with Spotted and I at some point? O: )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 14, 2018 23:42:04 GMT -5
( OH SUGAR SNAP PEAS I FORGOT GONNA GO AND FIX THAT POST UHH )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 14, 2018 23:36:44 GMT -5
( I think it makes everything just fine! Especially since [REASONS].
yEET )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 14, 2018 23:17:32 GMT -5
( *vibrates* Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees. I'll try to reply tonight, but if I can't, I will try to reply tomorrow! O: )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 14, 2018 22:35:40 GMT -5
( Yeppers! ouo )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 14, 2018 22:22:55 GMT -5
( Oh, darn. Better luck next time! ouo )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 14, 2018 22:17:29 GMT -5
( That's awesome! I'm glad you had a good night out, and that you had some fun game time with your mom! )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 14, 2018 22:07:05 GMT -5
( Buuuuuump. )
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 14, 2018 22:06:28 GMT -5
Anywho, I hope you have a good night! ^u^
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Post by Meteorstar on Jul 14, 2018 21:19:51 GMT -5
Oh, shoot! I noticed a mistake with the whiskers! Let me fix that! D:
Edit: Sorry about that! The whiskers went under his body's outline in the first one. Dx Whoops!
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