S!PM: Cephus Runfar

-- recreantOctopus [RO] began trolling peripateticMeddler [PM] at 04:01 --
-- recreantOctopus [RO]  is lurking about in the near distance, currently unseen --
RO: why what is that CIRRIN smells
-- peripateticMeddler [PM]  stops dead and quite literally squeaks. He limps for cover. --
RO: smells like blood from a poor weak and defenseless friend
PM: P-Ple@se, j-just l-le@ve me @-@lone!
-- recreantOctopus's [RO'S]  voice seems to come from a different direction --
RO: why should CIRRIN do that?
RO: what can you do?
-- peripateticMeddler [PM]  curls against a rock, eyes darting. --
PM: !-! d-don't w-w@nt @-@nymore t-trouble. P-Ple@se.
RO: you let yourself self get stabbed
RO: tell CIRRIN
RO: is it fatal?
-- peripateticMeddler [PM]  shakes his head. --
PM: !-!... !-! d-don't th-th!nk s-so...
PM: B-But... !-!t h-hurts... @-@ll over...
RO: CIRRIN can help a friend with that....
-- peripateticMeddler [PM]  blinks. --
PM: Y-You... y-you w-w@nt t-to h-help me?
RO: sure
RO: CIRRIN could never leave a friend to die
-- recreantOctopus [RO]  appears from someplace with a knife in hand --
RO: ...alone
-- peripateticMeddler [PM]  screams and tries to run off, but he doesn't get very far thanks to his wounds. --
-- recreantOctopus [RO]  shuffles towards him slowly --
PM: ... d-don't g-get n-ne@r m-me! J-Just... g-go @-@w@y!
RO: but CIRRIN was just having fun seeing this scene from the other side
PM: !-! d-don't w-w@nt y-your h-help @-@nymore. J-Just g-go @w@y!
PM: P-Ple@se!
RO: please?
-- peripateticMeddler [PM]  frantically nods. --
RO: since when did please and thank you ever get anyone anywhere?
PM: ... !-!... u-um...
RO: the strong take what they want and then they take from the ones bellow them
-- recreantOctopus [RO]  smiles --
RO: and then friendship and teamwork fit in there somewhere!
PM: B-But !-! d-don't h-h@ve @-@nyth!ng y-you'd w-w@nt!
PM: K-K!ll s-someone e-else!
RO: who else can CIRRIN kill?
PM: U-Um... u-um...
RO: have any ideas?
PM: O-Other y-you! Y-You c-c@n k-k!ll h-h!m, r-r!ght?
RO: is that how this whole thing works?
PM: ... y-yes?
-- recreantOctopus's [RO'S]  grin fades --
RO: CIRRIN doesnt actually know
PM: B-But... w-we're s-supposed t-to mess w-w!th o-our o-or!g!n@ls, r!ght?
PM: S-So th-th@t k-k!nd@ m-m@kes sense...
RO: yes
-- peripateticMeddler [PM]  is just. Casually scooting away as he says this. --
RO: got to do what the masters say
RO: nice masters so kind
PM: Y-Yes, e-ex@ctly!
PM: @-@nd... u-um, u-um... !-! d-don't th-th!nk m-m@sters w-would be h@ppy !-!f y-you... y-you k-k!lled m-me...
-- recreantOctopus [RO]  scowls --
RO: hiding behind the skirts of the big strong people are we?
PM: N-No! N-No, !-!'m n-not!
RO: thats the kind of underhanded cunning CIRRIN would do
PM: @-@nd !-!'m n-not y-you!
PM: !-!'m j-just Cephus!
PM: @-@ll !-! k-know !-!s r-runn!ng. !-!'m n-not sm-sm@rt @t @ll l-l!ke y-you!
RO: yes CIRRIN is the smartest
RO: CIRRIN always knows which way the winds blowing and when itll change
-- peripateticMeddler [PM]  nods nods and scoots a liiiiitle more away... --
RO: when everyone else has killed each other or lost their petty games
RO: CIRRIN will still be alive
-- recreantOctopus [RO]  seems to have not noticed peripateticMeddler inching away --
-- peripateticMeddler [PM]  finally stumbles to his feet and begins to run! --
-- recreantOctopus [RO]  head snaps and watches peripateticMeddler running away --
RO: run Cephus
RO: run far
-- peripateticMeddler [PM] absconded from recreantOctopus [RO] at 04:33 --