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Post by Harpsdesire on Jan 28, 2010 20:24:29 GMT -5
I have NO rabbits. I'd like to try for either the Highland Lev or the surprise bunneh. If I obtain the highlander, I'd strive to turn her into a doe, as she greatly desires; For a surprise bunny, I would probably let him/her remain a Lev to serve in the warren.
I offer 50 of Dania's points plus: Jelly beans: These little jelly beans taste like pork rinds? How um...different, though tasty I suppose. Once eaten, they will cause the nommer to be able to speak in two voices at once, one low, one whispery and lilting, once a week for five minutes.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 28, 2010 20:25:15 GMT -5
The old Highland Jack simply gives the man a pleasant, if not wane, smile, nodding as he gently rests a hand on the head of the Lev. "She will make a lovely addition to my home, I am sure. A pleasure as always.[/b]" Then he takes his leave, Leveret in tow.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 28, 2010 20:25:35 GMT -5
The creature stares at the Hisstor for a moment before breaking into odd, wheezing laughter.
"Don't think I can't see that you're now offering me the same thirty for the shiffur and a pittance for the pretty one! No, sir...you'll offer better or you'll see none of my girls as your own."
~Nathalia
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 28, 2010 20:27:34 GMT -5
The creature eyes the Avington appraisingly.
"New, aren't you? Yes, yes this is quite nice, I'll take it. I hope they serve you well, good sir. I'll be seeing you around...I'm sure..."
~Nathalia
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Post by thea on Jan 28, 2010 20:29:21 GMT -5
(ooc: ^^;; I figured I would ask, would you maybe take some sort of fic or other thing as payment for a surprise bunny? Otherwise, I really only have... 11 assigned (whoops) points. xD If not, completely fine. ^^
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 28, 2010 20:30:36 GMT -5
((And here the ponce thought he was being slick. *snerks and pokes his chastised self with a stick* That's what you get for being a 'canny' douche, good sir.))
The lines of his muzzle turned down in a displeased grimace and he regarded the odd creature. "Oh, very well. Forty-five for the smelly one, and I'll bid you good day."
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 28, 2010 20:33:43 GMT -5
The creature's voice takes on a falsely simpering tone with the Hisstor.
"Very well, sir, I hope she serves you well in your endeavors...and that she lives long enough for you to make more of her, eh? Perhaps she'll become a princess once you've Doe'd her up? Ha! Enjoy your purchase."
Thea: You may put in the unassigned and the promise of a task for now as you have nothing more. <3 Harps: Consider yourself in the pool!
~Nathalia
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Post by thea on Jan 28, 2010 20:37:06 GMT -5
Okay! ^^ Then, since I have no Rabbits, I will put in Fi's 11 Assigned (sorry about that again) points, the promise of a detailed back story/fic, and possibly some very rudimentary art. Thank you! ^^;
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 28, 2010 20:40:01 GMT -5
To All:
I do realize that that was possibly all of the purchases that will be made by Jacks. Remember that Does may also come to purchase a handmaiden, or even another Doe to take the pressure off of themselves, if you like.
Those unpurchased will be "taken care of".
~Nathalia
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Post by seraaches on Jan 28, 2010 20:56:53 GMT -5
Name: Roarke
Why you want the illustrious Emperor: Partially because i don’t have a Jack, partially because he’s an Esterberry and that’s friggin’ awesome, but mostly because I think I could give him a good home. . . . Though it might be filled with blood. *Coughs*
What you would do with him: Turn him loose in a rage-filled vendetta searching for the bloody b*@#*$% that raided his Warren as he also works to regain his lost Does and leverets so he can bring back his world of order and peace. This will begin with bartering attempts, but may succumb to thievery, more raids, or outright attacks. With his ordered, careful mind, i can see him being rather good at all of the above. . .
One paragraph on his feelings after waking up without his Warren: What the Hills had happened? His head ached but couldn’t compare to the throbbing agony that ate at his legs. He remembered. . . something. . . and golden eye narrowed as he pushed himself upright, ignoring the pain to look around his Warren. Empty; he could feel it just as his mind registered outrage at the mess left behind from the attack. He growled deep in his throat, dragging himself slowly back towards his suite. He needed painkillers and then he’d take stock of himself and what was left. And then. . . Well, as he healed, he would be planning. When he was done, there would be quite the price to pay.
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