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Post by Dark Beauty on Feb 20, 2006 13:51:35 GMT -8
"Okay!" Sugar tugs up on the spoon, showing the others to stop. "We're ready now, I think..."
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Post by Zeffa! on Feb 20, 2006 14:37:12 GMT -8
Her tiny efforts went unnoticed it seemed by Gimble, who kept flying in circles anyway, taking Sugarplum, and Fizzle if she held on still, for a ride.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Feb 20, 2006 14:54:40 GMT -8
Fizzle sighed and let go, as did Sugar. The two of them screamed at Gimble to stop.... and Sugar made sure to mention that if he did not get his hands off her precious spoon very soon that all sorts of nasty things would happen to him.
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Post by Zeffa! on Feb 20, 2006 18:58:26 GMT -8
Gimble opened his eyes, noticing that the other two stopped, and immediatly let go... Centrifugal force sending him somersaulting into the air. Luckily, he was a winged beastie, and caught himself, uprighting himself in the air. "Coulda just said something..." he mumbled, getting helga out of the cookie mix and dropping it unceremoniously on the floor with a plop (it had batter still upon it).
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Post by Dark Beauty on Feb 21, 2006 11:48:09 GMT -8
Sugarplum absolutely unleashed all profanities that she had learned and dived after her spoon.
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Post by Thistle on Feb 21, 2006 17:44:03 GMT -8
Thistle snickered behind her hand at the words that spewed from the tiny girl's mouth. "Just dont let Dark here ya Plum or she'll cut out my tongue and turn off my voicebox."
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Post by Zeffa! on Feb 21, 2006 21:55:18 GMT -8
Gimble seemed right proud of himself. He righted himself in the air, and put his hands on his hips. "Heh, so what's yer next step ta the cookie makin' process?" he asked, grinning down at the others.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Feb 22, 2006 7:19:24 GMT -8
Fizzle sighed and was about to answer, but she squeaked instead and dodged the metal spoon that Sugarplum had just swung at Gimble. "Dooon't yoou be touchin' me spoon again, ye bloody mass o' dragon food!" With that, Sugarplum began to chase her victim around the room.
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Post by deliverance on Feb 22, 2006 14:42:16 GMT -8
"This cookie dough sure is good," a voice came from the edge of the bowl. There was Cinnamon holding a cinnamon stick with cookie dough on the end of it. He continued to lick the dough off of his cinnamon stick. It was indeed good. Turning and walking away from the bowl, he forgot about the present people and the bowl of cookie dough knowing only that he had a stick of cookie dough to eat.
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Post by Zeffa! on Feb 23, 2006 22:27:19 GMT -8
Gimble stood his ground until the large spoon nearly knocked his head off. Hers was silver... silver was hard. Though at least it wasn't cold steel. The sprite dodged, leaping back. Then she gave chase. He flew around the floor for a bit, in between the others, leaping onto cinnamon's shoulders and leaping, using him as a springboard (oh quiet, like he'll remember it anyway. =P ). He flew into the pantry, where it would be close quarters, and the spoon would be too big to wield, giving her the disadvantage. That and there were great hiding spots filled with food.
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Post by deliverance on Feb 24, 2006 0:43:02 GMT -8
Cinnamon fell face first into what seemed to be a rather hard surface with his cinnamon stick falling onto the ground and the cookie dough now dirty. Tears welled up in the boy's eyes as he started to cry because of the pain flowing through out his face.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Feb 25, 2006 15:18:51 GMT -8
Fizzle gave a small excaimation and and flew over to the little boy. "Come on... don't cry." She tried to shush him by holding him gently and rocking back and forth. "You'll be okay."
Sugarplum cursed innocently ((she has no idea what she's saying, thanks to Thistle)) again and followed Gimble into the pantry. In her fury, she did not notice that her spoon hit a box full of popcorn kernals that had been sitting atop the shelf above the bowl. As she flew into the pantry, the box tipped and popcorn kernals spilled into the cookie batter... disappearing within the creamy goodness.
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Post by deliverance on Feb 25, 2006 15:38:17 GMT -8
Giving soft sniffles, he felt a warm embrace come around him as he began to be rocked back and forth. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he looked up to see Fizzle. "Hello... who... are you?" Cinnamon asked before sniffling again, "And why was I crying?"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Feb 25, 2006 15:39:51 GMT -8
"You got hurt, dear. I am Fizzle. And you are?"
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Post by deliverance on Feb 25, 2006 15:43:42 GMT -8
"I got hurt?" Cinnamon asked with a confused look on his face before he shrugged and looked back to Fizzle, "My name is Cinnamon, but most people call me Cinny. It's nice to meet you."
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