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| Subject: *Swift sighs, grabs Mickle, and deposits him on the ground, then undoes his rudder, muttering aloud.* Fik you little prat, I do have feeling in me rudder, and I can feel when a pair of sticky paws are grimin' it up and clumsily tying it to a tree. And Mickle, you insinuated that my tracker skills weren't up to par, ergo, the fat part was necessary. *With that, he darts along the shore of the stream/river, getting a running start and leaping into the middle of the water, where he begins swimming along speedily.* | |
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Date Posted: 21:49:08 09/22/03 Mon In reply to: Swiftstream 's message, "*Swift hums as he struts along. After a few minutes, he stops and anounces.* I really have no idea where I'm going, you know. I've never been here in me life. Oi Rudd! Why don't you lead us on? I'm gonna inadvertantly lead us back to the boat if I keep on here. *He falls back to Reed. Handing over a small flask, he grins.* S'an odd bit I stumble on ages ago... S'called "coffee." Should help you out a bit. But don't drink up too much." on 21:58:53 09/17/03 Wed [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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