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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/17/2018 7:37:28 PM
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“Hmmm, no squirrel sized versions?”
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“I could make one!”
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“Yes please! Also, what’s with the whole only wearing overalls thing? Not that I’m complaining but it’s pretty weird.”
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“Oh, I don’t really need to wear clothes, so I just wear whatever’s comfortable! If nobody can see anything I don’t want them to in the first place, why bother covering it up with clothes? I could walk around naked and nobody would actually be able to really notice! It’d just look kinda blurry! Anyways, turn around please! I’ll have your squirrel-god up in a jiffy!”
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“Turn around? Wait, how do you make these things?”
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“Well, let’s just say it has something to do with a blood ritual!” [b]She giggles while saying this, like it was as normal as eating or drinking.[/b]
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“Wait... are you gonna stab me in the back or something?”
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“What? Not your blood, silly! Mine! You’ll see! Well... Actually, you won’t see it, but you’ll hear it! Definitely! Just turn around!”
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“Ok...” He turns around.
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[b]He hears a loud crunch, some loud squishing noises, and then a squirrel chirping.[/b] “Alright! You can turn around!”
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He turns around “Didn’t that hurt?”
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[b]Her entire left leg looked like ground meat, sinew with small bits of bone stringing it together. What he had requested was on the ground beside the woman, covered in blood and bits of bone that it was.[/b] “Nah! I’m alright!”
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“...” He looked at Ratatoskr. “Come on... but... don’t touch me until you’re clean.”
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[b]The squirrel god would stand next to Tubbs, saying nothing. The Professor would stand up shakily, with the help of a table.[/b]
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“So... he’s free right?”
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“Yep! Anything else you get needs to be paid for, though!”
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“Paid for in what?”
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“Well I don’t need money... Blood! You can pay in blood!”
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“Does it have to be mine?”
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“Yep! I don’t accept payment from other people for you! It just has to be a few drops!”
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“How much would a nerf gun be, that actually nerfs people? Obviously for balancing purposes it has to be temporary but still.”
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“Same price! Everything’s just a few drops of blood! You see, I kinda just use it to heal myself, along with pretending it’s a sacrifice from a cult that doesn’t exist so my family doesn’t get pissed!”
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“...” ... “Ok... any certain thing I have to cut myself with?”
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“Nah, could be anything from a knife to your teeth!”
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“Ok... what’s the least emo way to do this? Hmmm...” He just pulls out his trident and pricks himself in the finger. “Will this be good? And where’s like a jar for me to put this in?”
