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Post by Linx Exotic on Dec 13, 2007 18:02:48 GMT -5
"Relax..." Linx stepped back to let Archon go again.
This one scraped against one of Archon's splinters and, as he'd like to think, reduced his accuracy by a long shot. Maybe it could explain the strange spiraling motion his bag made way off to the left, even though it was a straight-forward throw. "Er..."
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Post by Tallone\Marint\Flax\Martan on Dec 13, 2007 18:04:41 GMT -5
Tallone watched, unable to think of what to say. He had thrown it straight, but it didn't go straight. She scratched another "x".
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Post by Linx Exotic on Dec 13, 2007 18:07:48 GMT -5
Linx waited patiently for Tallone to throw... For a while. "C'mon, already."
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Post by Tallone\Marint\Flax\Martan on Dec 13, 2007 18:09:37 GMT -5
((It's Linx's turn...))
"You! It's your turn!" she retorted.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Dec 13, 2007 18:15:29 GMT -5
OOC: I know. Linx messed up.
BIC: "Sorry, never good at that sorta thing..." Linx made another throw, this one underpaw. It hit the far rim of the target... And slid off the far end of the board. "Rats."
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Post by Tallone\Marint\Flax\Martan on Dec 13, 2007 18:18:23 GMT -5
Tallone scratched an "x" under his name and, beginning to get cocky, tossed her bean bag while only half aiming, just barely missing the board all together. "Weaselteeth!"
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Post by Linx Exotic on Dec 13, 2007 18:37:58 GMT -5
Archon took another throw immediately. Frustrated with his previous throws as well as his day as a whole, he overshot dramatically and it landed in a pansy patch. "...This is excellent."
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Post by Tallone\Marint\Flax\Martan on Jan 12, 2008 15:28:57 GMT -5
Tallone stood there for a moment, then chuckled a little nervously. Archon seemed...frustrated. "Maybe we should go... do something a little less... frustrating."
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Post by Linx Exotic on Jan 12, 2008 15:31:46 GMT -5
"Oh, no, no," Archon replied sarcastically as he turned to Tallone, "I think I'll get better luck next time and maybe I'll actually break a window. When did I get so bad at throwing things?"
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Post by Tallone\Marint\Flax\Martan on Jan 12, 2008 15:47:15 GMT -5
Tallone cringed slightly. She was afraid of angry mice... esspecially ones that fought with weapons as amazing as their's.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Jan 12, 2008 15:52:05 GMT -5
Fortunately, Archon wasn't actually... Angry. He was seldom angry, and when he was, it was more than obvious. He was just exasperated with this game. Come to think of it, Archon seldom played games these days... Too busy with the rest of his life. Boring, painful at times... When did he have fun?
Linx glanced at the bags all over the place, the ones Archon had thrown, and tried not to wince. That was some pretty dismal throwing. At least you didn't have to throw repeater rounds. "Yeah, definitely not this."
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Post by Tallone\Marint\Flax\Martan on Jan 12, 2008 15:59:40 GMT -5
"Alright then! I'll clean up." Tallone said, already zi[pping around and picking up the game pieces. she put them in their pail, tucked it up under the game board, and stood up straight, dusting herself off. After that she turned to stare at Archon.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Jan 12, 2008 16:01:03 GMT -5
Archon watched Tallone's actions closely for a while, then looked at the game board for a few seconds, then glanced up at Tallone to see that he was being stared at. "What?" The expression on his face was pretty accurate considering that Tallone was just standing there and staring at him.
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Post by Tallone\Marint\Flax\Martan on Jan 12, 2008 16:07:49 GMT -5
"Well, you were upset at the game, so I thought maybe you would like to dictate what we could do to kill some time..." she said, scuffing her right footpaw on the ground like a dibbun.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Jan 12, 2008 19:00:06 GMT -5
"I dunno. I've never really had to... Kill... Time before. I've always been busy with something or other, now, uh... Well, most of the things I do in my hard time are free to... I mean, things I do in my free time are hard to involve others in." Archon mentally slapped himself for the umpteenth time that week. Oh, you sound smooooth.
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