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Chris nods, then has an idea. Reaching into a pouch she pulls out a handfull of bullets.
She then tosses a bullet into a square yet unchecked, curious to see if that would be enough to trigger one of the traps.
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"Live each day as if it were your last, 'cause I'm gonna kill you but I'm not super-good w/ schedules." - Joss Whedon |
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Chris: They clatter harmlessly across the stones. Would that you could make yourselves as light as the bullets. Then you would be free.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Last edited by AwesomeEllie; Mar 6th, 2015 at 08:47 AM. |
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