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Amrod: No, Káno. I’m Amrod. *points to Telvo* That’s Amras. And Moryo isn’t here, unless he turned into a ghost suddenly. 👀I'm talking to our brother, Moryo--Silly Amrod, always playing tricks.
*Ereinion giggles in delight* You’re funny, Uncle Káno! 😂Of course Fingon! Hey when'd you get so small I thought we were all grown ups now . . . *Kano pulls him into a hug* That's so unfair cousin, I wanna be a little elfling again too . . . Then Aranya wouldn't yell at me so much because I'd be too cute to be mad at.
(Fine with me. I need to get to bed here soon too. It’s been fun tonight! See you guys tomorrow night!)(Alright guys, we're on a new page, so let's pause and wait for some other people to get caught up before we continue. I need to go to bed anyway.)
(And you spammed me right back lol.)(The rest of us got a bit spammed over here, FYI.)
Amras: Mor- You know what, Kano, why don't you just close your eyes and rest for a little bit, hmm?I'm talking to our brother, Moryo--Silly Amrod, always playing tricks.
Amras: *Whispering to his twin* Just let him think he's right. *Out loud* Hi there, Moryo! *Waves at the space behind Kano*Amrod: No, Káno. I’m Amrod. *points to Telvo* That’s Amras. And Moryo isn’t here, unless he turned into a ghost suddenly. 👀
*Curufin folds his arms, which are feeling rather bereft of their fluffy burden*Tyelkoraccoon: Lily!
*Jumps out of Curvo's arms and heads straight to her and waits patiently to be picked up*
Hmm? No dear, how could I work on such an empty stomach? Aranya won't let me eat anything 🥺 or at least not m&ms . . .
I'm not tired at all Amrod! *He sat all the way up suddenly, as if to prove it* I feel perfectly fine 😌Amras: Mor- You know what, Kano, why don't you just close your eyes and rest for a little bit, hmm?
If I were a cat, I think I would like this.Curufin: *sits down on a bench with the Yaulë loaf in his arms, absently giving him some head scratches*
Yaulë: ^ܫ^
Mr. Winkles: *steps forward* Now hang up now, not so fast!! We belong to the circus; we’re not for sale! Someone here ordered a circus for a wedding, and that’s what we’re here to do! Right, Fingoni?Meanwhile, Aulë has rounded up the clowns.* All right! I see many of you are hardy folk and would be most appropriate for future Mettarë assistance... *Holds up a scroll.* Sign here and leave an... E-mail Address... for contact information, and I will look into a new subset of my-- I mean, Fautuatar's-- helpers.
*Maglor gasps loudly from his seat in the grass, and suddenly looks exhausted, but with a healthier complexation. He put a hand to his head, and blinked around at everyone, clearly disoriented.**Laurinalótë sends out her golden dust in the direction of Maglor.* Heal!!! *In an aside to her bearers.* No one said the skills had to be sophisticated or anything.
BC: . . .Mr. Winkles: *steps forward* Now hang up now, not so fast!! We belong to the circus; we’re not for sale! Someone here ordered a circus for a wedding, and that’s what we’re here to do! Right, Fingoni?
I was being responsible! I had to try the food to make sure it was safe. Of course it turned out to not be safe but that's besides the point . . .*Lily picks up Tyelkoraccoon and approaches a now sober Kano*
I already scolded Tyelko for eating herbs he didn't recognize. I thought you'd be more responsible. 🤨
BC: . . . I don't know how to do that, ma'am. I'm not a soldier 😓*Ranissë to BC*
Nice! Here, for you first chore, get these sharpened for me.
*Drops a dozen weapons on his head*
*Ranissë to BC*
Nice! Here, for you first chore, get these sharpened for me.
*Drops a dozen weapons on his head*
When the meat is looking green and the vegetables brown, you don't really need to taste anything, love.I was being responsible! I had to try the food to make sure it was safe. Of course it turned out to not be safe but that's besides the point . . .
... just, take them to Curvo's forge.BC: . . . I don't know how to do that, ma'am. I'm not a soldier 😓
*BC frowned at him over the pile of weapons* Is that a ghost? Maybe I shouldn't have assumed you people would be more normal then the evil circus troupe.Poisoned food? Weapons? Who calls?
From behind some people who could swear the air was empty before, a small child steps. Entirely veiled in grey and clothed in rags, his voice is nevertheless merry, and he attempts to nudge the weapons on the ground. His foot goes through them for the most part, but manages to shift them an inch along the ground.
Blunt weapons, fair one? Shall someone be bapped? Shall Tiny Ghost bap? Tiny Ghost knows of some Snotlords who require such treatment! Perhaps they shall be summoned, and all may partake in merriment against them!
It looked fine! Mostly . . . I stand by the fact that someone had to check . . . *He can't argue with Lilly for wrong though.*When the meat is looking green and the vegetables brown, you don't really need to taste anything, love.
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