I have a plot.
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Thread Topic: I have a plot.
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I'm eating soup out of a cat bowl designed to look like a sushi roll in my pajamas.
"Hey Nanny," she said calmly, stretching out one palm while keeping her distance. -
(Cool! :O)
Nanny snorted and reached her head over and nipped at Jessa's hair. -
Finals week. I'm dead.
She sighed, letting the horse nip. Then she gently pulled her hair out from the horse's mouth and got her ready for the trip. -
(don't die!!)
Nanny snorted and her tail twitched more. She bit her hair again and tugged. -
dead
"Ow," she grumbled, trying to follow the horse's motions so it hurt less. -
(*pokes you with a stick*)
Nanny snorted and her tail twitched happily. Gregory walked into the stables and chuckled. "Seems she likes your hair." -
*growls*
She glared at him. Finally the horse let go of her hair. Jessa walked over to Iscariot before Nanny could grab any hair again. -
(O.O*scoots away and pokes you with a ten foot pole*)
He sighed lightly. "Sorry..." He walked over to Nanny and the horse nuzzled his face, then chomped on his hair. "Hey! Stop that I'll go bald if you keep doing that Nanny." The horse nuzzled his hand and snorted. -
*falls asleep, becomes a salad*
She put the saddlebag with her belongings, and the saddlebag of food, on Iscariot. "Listen to him, Nanny. I don't think he'd look so great without hair. Maybe it would work... if he grew antlers in their place." -
*pokes with a spork*
The horse neighed in agreement and he glared at her. "Funny Jessa. Real funny." He saddled the horse and got on. He waved his hand and the door to Nanny's stall opened. He gently tugged the reins and Nanny started to trot. -
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"Why'd you name her Nanny, if I may ask?" She opened the stall and lead Iscariot out, then closed the stall door. She lead him outside. -
(It blahed! It's a noise making salad! :O)
"I don't know. I was ten when I named her." He kept Nanny at a slow trot and sighed as the gates opened slowly. "I don't...really remember." -
*dressing bubbles angrily*
"Oh." She finally mounted and rode after him. -
(*pokes with two sporks* >:D)
He nodded and kept glancing around. "You were lucky you didn't run into mercenaries along the way here. They love trying to pick me off when I go out for supplies." -
I asked one of my friends to translate something from French and she was shocked that I'd typed it but didn't understand it (I copy-pasted it).
"I think... I might have been able to handle them." She sighed. "I'm the one they send when they can't kill their enemies themselves."
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