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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2008 21:53:43 GMT -5
"Try not to choke on it," Bubbles chuckled.
In the makeup tent, Bubbles summoned Buttercup for help, and the two of them got Tania into grey breeches, and strapped a shark fin made of stiff leather painted white and grey, and a mask with slanted eyes.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 24, 2008 21:55:47 GMT -5
Tania allows the two to help her into her costume, while trying to get into the mindset of a shark.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 24, 2008 23:32:28 GMT -5
Mottyn chuckles deeply, the great keg of his belly wobbling precariously. Let the girl have her fun then. After a performance inside the infamous shark costume (nicknamed 'The Titan's Moldy Cunt' by the stage hands for the smell it possessed as well as the presence of the aforementioned growth), not a man would touch her, whether he was fat or no.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 24, 2008 23:35:32 GMT -5
Two men in the livery of the Royce of Duskendale household guard appear a short while later.
"Excuse us, we're looking for a master..."
"Mottyn. Is that you?" the other finishes the first's sentences.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 24, 2008 23:37:05 GMT -5
The purple and green decked braavosi arches an eyebrow at the guard. "Yes? I am Mottyn, Master of Mummers. Should I be knowing you, ser?"
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Post by megatron on Apr 24, 2008 23:50:47 GMT -5
A tall man in dirty clothes spits a wad of sourleaf overboard. He reeks of wine, and an overgrowth of patchy beard makes him look a grand mess. However as he walks around, he's juggling four cups, a spoon, a sword, a rather large stick, and a VERY angry kitten that has already bloodied both his hands. He grins widely, revealing several missing teeth, before calling out to Mottyn.
"HEY BOSSH! Check thish shit out!"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 24, 2008 23:51:03 GMT -5
"No milord. There's a question about your permit to set up your stage. If you'll come with us, we need to sort it out with the steward."
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Post by megatron on Apr 24, 2008 23:54:42 GMT -5
As he wanders around juggling, and the kitten continues to shriek, Biffo yells again, "We should put thish in tha show, for shertain! With a bigger cat!"
Somehow he maintains the juggle, despite nearly tripping over his own feet more than once.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 24, 2008 23:57:34 GMT -5
Mottyn fishes about the wide green sash tied around his hips, then withdraws a parchment stamped with the seal of House Royce. "Just so my fine sers, I have the document right here," he says, showing it to them plainly. "I must confess I am grieve to leave my cast on the eve of a performance. Ill luck they say, and I do love them so..." he mutters, turning his neck.
The master mummer lets loose a mighty screech at the juggler, "I've told you once if I've told you a thousand times, I'LL FLAY YOU ALIVE IF YOU JUGGLE THAT FUCKING TOM CAT AGAIN!
"Er... where was I sers?" he asks, returning to the guards.
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Post by megatron on Apr 25, 2008 0:00:04 GMT -5
"God dammit..." Biffo threw all the various objects into a pile, the cat last, which squeals as it lands on a cup and takes off running. "I'm tellin' ya bossh, we gotta have somethin' dey won't expect! I mean, who da fuck juggles a cat?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 25, 2008 0:00:14 GMT -5
The two men examine the document, and one of them puts it into his breast plate.
"yes sir. very good. Can you come with us please. Minor mishap on the part of the Steward I don't doubt. Only temporary, shouldn't be but a few moments."
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Post by Ollie on Apr 25, 2008 0:04:38 GMT -5
Mottyn frowned slightly. "Very well then. I am yours sers. Lead on."
The master threw a dagger-filled glare at the juggler. "I pay you to juggle, not to question the act... One coppes from this performance's pay for each time that cat is thrown in the air."
Without another word, Mottyn follows the guards.
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Post by megatron on Apr 25, 2008 0:07:46 GMT -5
Biffo kicked one of the cups, despondently (and quite drunkenly as well) flopping down on his arse. "Well, shit." He sat for a while, pulling out his wineskin and drinking eagerly, trying to figure out another way to diversify his routine. "Maybe a fuckin' dog..."
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Post by megatron on Apr 25, 2008 0:25:52 GMT -5
"AHA, I got it! a CHICKEN!" Biffo hops up, stumbling a bit, looking for the boss. "He'll go for thish fer shure..."
Wandering around, Biffo yells out "HEY BOSSH!" but as he gets no reply, he looks around the ship, then the docks, but the boss is nowhere to be found.
"Damn. Probably off with that lithe young woman with long raven black hair down to her back."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 25, 2008 0:40:55 GMT -5
The young black haired girl, whose name, it has been revealed is Tania, appears, "What is that you have there, a cat?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.