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ooc: No Gretin! Add a new character by all means, but don't just scrap Groll and Sefon! It'll actually screw up the RPG more than if you bring them back!
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I had thought of that, but I can't see that it would screw things up any more than if I had just not returned at all. But alright, I'll look back and see where they were at before and try and work out some logical (and hopefully not
too wacky
) way of bringing them back. And how could you forget Frod?
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Right, let's just say Groll was so tired he fell asleep in some random passageway before he was able to find his way to the rest room,
Sefon spent the night meditating somewhere in the stockyards where he was unlikely to be found, and Frod, being the weirdo he is, slept on the ground somewhere with his bag for a pillow (if you look at his profile, he carries a small bag everywhere) or something like that...
IC:
Sefon was still completely motionless in his meditation, but then he suddenly seemed to snap to life! Jumping to his feet, he quietly moved to the fence of the pen he had hidden in overnight. It seemed the coast was clear, so, using his power to boost the height of his jump, he leapt easily over the fence and landed neatly on the other side. Now, to get to work before anyone realised how long he'd been away...
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Groll had been sleeping soundly (he didn't often get to have sleeps like this!), but his peace was short-lived. His dream of hunting down and terminating all those warrior mudokons single-handedly was quickly turning into a nightmare of
being hunted by an army of warrior mudokons, and it wasn't long before he was wide awake and hastily reaching for his rifle.
He scrambled to his feet and swung the rifle from side to side, breathing heavily.
Just a dream, he thought,
just a really, really nasty dream!
He lowered the rifle and started walking through the passages, the thought of the cafeteria quickly erasing his nightmare from his mind.
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Frod was lying wide awake on his bag, but had no intention of getting up just yet. He was quite content with just lying there, not even bothering to think. Thinking, afterall, was just another unneeded effort at a time like this!
After some time, however, he decided it was about time he got to work, so sighing heavily, he stood up slowly, yawning and stretching, then picked up his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and started walking.