Post by theeraven on Aug 28, 2007 23:53:37 GMT -5
(Just a little late night AIM would-be RP between me and Petzi. Don't think this really counts for points or anything (Correct me if I am wrong) but it was funny as hell and I thought you all might enjoy reading it.)
Daetien: "You're a funny-lookin' wee-zel."
Kibwe: "I ain't no weaaazelz yew, I'mm ferret... -.- Ah 'ell, mightz'well call me a'd'seezze" *sniffles* "I'm teh walkin' plague. Here t'bring doom t'all yewz. 'n me. Shoulda killed me when they 'ada chance. Now lookit mez?! Lookit! I'm forevah drenched in 'er blood. Mama!" *bursts into tears*
Daetien: "You've got some serious problems. Have you ever though of seeing some sort of a psychiatrist? Or wait... You're not related to the hatter are you? You are quite mad. That is obvious."
Kibwe: "psy-key-twist? Wazzah dat? Teh dev'ahz henchmen oudda stake me an rip out me eyez wift hiz rusty c'aws?"
Daetien: "...Definately related to the hatter. You're mental."
Kibwe: "Aie, mennal. Theyz said I was filfy 'n contagy too. Yewz best back up fiddy steps or yew be mennal too."
Daetien: "Aye, wee-zel, we're all mental in some way. And b'sides, I like being caught up with mentalness. I can be mental too?"
Kibwe: "Wha?! Yew...yew, wanna be mennal?!" *pivots on his heels in an attempt to pace several steps backwards but stumbles on one of his six paws. He whimpers histerically, wide eyed as he glances at Dae like he has five heads. "Iz knew it! Don't eat me! Don't eat me! I can be a good lil girl, Devie! I pr'miz! Iz can!! Pweez don't take mez bad ta yer lare." *shivers uncontrolably as he babbles on. "Help me!" Attempts to turn and run away from what simply had to be the homocidal maniac of a demon dressed in his sunday best as he tried to snare the little boy into his claws. The dirty, wrenched little boy.
Daetien: Gickles silently to himself, shifting a paw over the left in his laying down. The little critter was a complete spaz and Dae was certain that he had to be related to the hatter. None other than the hatter himself would be able to tolerate the madness that was issuing forth from the small set of gyrating jaws before him. Definately the hatter's pet... or close relative. Dae was absolutely adamanet about it now, and no one would be able to convince him otherwise. "Whatsyerproblem!?" Came the flow of words as he watched the small animal trip over himself. It wasn't as if Daetien was going to eat the little weasel, no, he'd probably catch some incurable illness and suffer from incurable psychosis if he even licked the damned thing. Like Alice and her damned mushrooms. He wasn't going to be tasting anything for fear of an adverse reaction. Dae smirked amusedly before leaning toward the weasel and sniffing. Definately not smelling right. "I'm not going to eat you... I'd be sick."
Daetien: "You're a funny-lookin' wee-zel."
Kibwe: "I ain't no weaaazelz yew, I'mm ferret... -.- Ah 'ell, mightz'well call me a'd'seezze" *sniffles* "I'm teh walkin' plague. Here t'bring doom t'all yewz. 'n me. Shoulda killed me when they 'ada chance. Now lookit mez?! Lookit! I'm forevah drenched in 'er blood. Mama!" *bursts into tears*
Daetien: "You've got some serious problems. Have you ever though of seeing some sort of a psychiatrist? Or wait... You're not related to the hatter are you? You are quite mad. That is obvious."
Kibwe: "psy-key-twist? Wazzah dat? Teh dev'ahz henchmen oudda stake me an rip out me eyez wift hiz rusty c'aws?"
Daetien: "...Definately related to the hatter. You're mental."
Kibwe: "Aie, mennal. Theyz said I was filfy 'n contagy too. Yewz best back up fiddy steps or yew be mennal too."
Daetien: "Aye, wee-zel, we're all mental in some way. And b'sides, I like being caught up with mentalness. I can be mental too?"
Kibwe: "Wha?! Yew...yew, wanna be mennal?!" *pivots on his heels in an attempt to pace several steps backwards but stumbles on one of his six paws. He whimpers histerically, wide eyed as he glances at Dae like he has five heads. "Iz knew it! Don't eat me! Don't eat me! I can be a good lil girl, Devie! I pr'miz! Iz can!! Pweez don't take mez bad ta yer lare." *shivers uncontrolably as he babbles on. "Help me!" Attempts to turn and run away from what simply had to be the homocidal maniac of a demon dressed in his sunday best as he tried to snare the little boy into his claws. The dirty, wrenched little boy.
Daetien: Gickles silently to himself, shifting a paw over the left in his laying down. The little critter was a complete spaz and Dae was certain that he had to be related to the hatter. None other than the hatter himself would be able to tolerate the madness that was issuing forth from the small set of gyrating jaws before him. Definately the hatter's pet... or close relative. Dae was absolutely adamanet about it now, and no one would be able to convince him otherwise. "Whatsyerproblem!?" Came the flow of words as he watched the small animal trip over himself. It wasn't as if Daetien was going to eat the little weasel, no, he'd probably catch some incurable illness and suffer from incurable psychosis if he even licked the damned thing. Like Alice and her damned mushrooms. He wasn't going to be tasting anything for fear of an adverse reaction. Dae smirked amusedly before leaning toward the weasel and sniffing. Definately not smelling right. "I'm not going to eat you... I'd be sick."
