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itshelmethair.livejournal.com) wrote in
laography2009-12-02 04:36 am
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AWESOMEST MUTHAFUKIN PARTY IN DRAGONICA.
[It was not exactly bizarre that he found himself sitting at the campfire, poking and prodding at the fire with a stick as he waited for their food to cook. It also wasn't exactly bizarre that they somehow accumulated some of the most random stuff to throw into it.
At least by now he'd perfected wolf-mutton stew.]
... hm.
[He looked around, briefly. Where was everybody, anyways? Al and Rise going so long without popping up didn't necessarily bode well... and when they and Matt were silent, well.
Calm before the storm.]
At least by now he'd perfected wolf-mutton stew.]
... hm.
[He looked around, briefly. Where was everybody, anyways? Al and Rise going so long without popping up didn't necessarily bode well... and when they and Matt were silent, well.
Calm before the storm.]

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Why do I always have a bad feeling when he goes missing?
[Well, he always worries when any of them go missing, but Elga be praised if Al going missing didn't signal trouble, and a lot of it.]
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Because trouble is Alfred's middle name.
[This is Matt summoning his staff.]
When was the last time anyone saw him?
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I certainly hope not, but all things considered... As a 'hero,' I wouldn't be surprised if he took the name as a challenge.
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I really need to get promoted soon.
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I'll race on ahead and see if I can find any signs of him.
I THOUGHT I HIT POST, GDIT.
Steer clear of monsters if you can.
[Adjusts gloves before SHING! unsheathing sword.]
But if you find him before we catch up, and he needs the help...
[Another nod.]
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We'll be along as fast as we can.
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[You may or may not hear Heroic laughter mixed in among the ominous noises.]
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At least it's never boring with us.
[Except, at the rate they're going, he's going to be prematurely bald instead of grey.]
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Nor sane.
[Rolls up his sleeves and matched in after them.]
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Ack, Al! What the hell are you doing? [she calls, vaguely making out his figure in the distance]