Seafoam: Derpalerp :B
Seafoam: Wanna RP, then? 8D
Deena: sure:D
Seafoam: I haven't done much with Fred rp-wise, which is rather disappointing OTL
Deena: let's RP then?
Deena: with fred and vince:D
Seafoam: Yush))
Deena:  awesome:D should we go with the vince-is-lost-in-the-woods-and-being-chased-by-angry-mobs scenario?))
Seafoam: Sure, if you want lol  Are we doing script style, or literate?))
Deena: ((either's fine, want to go script? might go faster))
Seafoam: Sure, less thinking on my part XD))
Seafoam: Fred: *quietly wandering through the forest, enjoying the peace and quiet as he explores*
Deena: Vince: *hearing strange growling sounds, and twigs/leaves breaking and crackling on the ground as he sneaks

through the forest, having lost the path in the darkness on his way home from the mines*...*trying to stay quiet, but

isn't used to sneaking around anywhere except in the mines; ends up stepping on a twig, alerting his presence to

whatever dangerous things are out there* o_o;; *wonders if he should start panicing now; figures throwing explosives in

the middle of a forest is probably a bad idea*
Seafoam: Fred: *stops and listens, could have sworn he heard something* ....  *continues to listen before brushing it

off as a small animal, and continues to silently make his way though the forest*
Deena: Vince: *is certain he hears growling nearby now, so backs up against a tree and keeps his pickaxe handy just in

case, feeling around in his pocket for the flash bombs he kept with him to spook off goblins in the mines*...H-Hello?

Anyone out there? *waits for a response, but instead is greeted by the growling of about a half a dozen wolves, creeping

up slowly towards him, ready to attack at any moment*.....Well this ain't good...o_o;;
Seafoam: Fred: *hears growling, recognizing them as a pack of wolves, probably the same ones he had seen wandering

through this area before; quietly but quickly moves towards the source to see what they are up to, and notices what

appears to be a villager surrounded by the pack*  ....  *strings his bow, and takes aim at the one that is closest to

the villager before letting the arrow fly*
Seafoam: Fred: *watches as the arrow strikes the wolf in the neck*
Seafoam: ((Damn you, MSN, and your character limit lol))
Deena: Vince: *the other wolves begin to bark and growl when their comrade is killed; Vince seems confused and awestruck

as the single wolf falls over to its death, hesitating for a minute*..........w-wha...? An arrow?D: *looks back to the

other wolves, and holds onto his pickaxe tightly, swinging it at a wolf that leaps to try and take some flesh out of

him, though to scare it rather than strike it* Get outta 'ere wolfies! Y'got deer 'n such, go 'unt them!
Seafoam: Fred: *watches as the wolves begin to react to the death of their comrade, and sees the villager start swinging

his pickaxe* '... A miner?' *continues to watch as the wolves, unhappy with the way things turned out, turn tail and

flee;  When all of the wolves have left, Fred comes out, seeming to melt from the shadows and green of the forest as he

heads toward the downed wolf*
Deena: Vince: *had swung his pickaxe wildly at the wolves, but clearly without the intention to hit them* Go on now, off

with ya!D: *eventually manages to shoo them off, and pants heavily in exhaustion, leaning back against the tree and

sliding against it to the ground* Ahhh...wolves...same buggers tha' were sniffin' round m'house las' week...*looks at

the dead wolf* Poor sod...*notices the arrow and remembers that there's someone else out there; sure enough, a stranger

appears seemingly out of nowhere from the foliage, heading towards the wolf* Thanks fer tha', buddy, I'da been a dead

man without yer 'elp. You a 'unter 'r somethin'?:D
Seafoam: Fred: *kneels down next to the wolf, checking to see how the arrow went in and the condition of the fur before

glancing up towards the stranger* "...  You're welcome."  *carefully picks up the wolf, shouldering most of the weight

and turns to get ready to leave before looking at the villager again* "Can you find your way home?"
Deena: Vince: *watches the hunter's actions with curiousity and interest, but then pales at his question* Um...eheh...I

got kinda lost...I saw some hybrids loiterin' 'round th' path, so I tried cuttin' through th' forest t'get 'ome. It got

dark, 'n now...er...guess I'm kinda lost. Maybe. Heh...8D;;
Seafoam: Fred:  "Mm, I... see.  Try not to do that next time." *starts walking in the direction to his cabin before

stopping and looking over his shoulder* "Are you coming, or not?"
Deena: Vince: *nods at Fred* Er...yeah, I'll keep tha' in mind...*just kind of sits there seeming dumbfounded for a

moment, trying to catch his breath, looks at the spot where the wolf died, some bad memories surfacing in his mind, but

snaps out of it when the hunter asks him another question*...Wha? Oh, righ', yeah...thanks. *gets up with some effort,

trying not to put pressure on his bad knee, and dusts himself off before trotting along behind Fred* So y'live 'round

'ere? M'house is 'bout ten minutes from th' mines. Got it cheap...though tha' prolly 'ad somethin' t'do with them

wolves, haha.:D *making small talk to calm his nerves*
Seafoam: Fred: *stays quiet, paying more attention to where they are going than where Vince is going with his babbling*

"..."
Seafoam: ((Oh Fred, you social butterfly, you))
Deena: Vince: *keeps babbling the entire way* ...but y'know, th' leak in th' roof ain't so bad, 'n since m'shower's

broke I kin just heat up some o' th' rainwater tha' falls in th' buckets! It's eco...enomical...econi...oh, wha's tha'

word...P:
Seafoam: Fred: "... Economical." *continues leading the way through the forest, cutting through some thick undergrowth

before reaching a grove where a small cabin stood;  walking towards the door, Fred stopped to open it, pushing the door

open and, remembering his manners, moving to the side to let the villager in first*
Deena: Vince: Tha's it! Economical!:D  *follows along, babbling about this and that, until they finally get to the

cabin; Vince ogles it for a bit until the hunter opens the door for him* Nice place y'got 'ere, friend. Thanks fer yer

'ospitality. *smiles and steps inside, but then steps backwards and remembers to wipe his muddy feet on the doormat; is

relatively filthy overall, covered in dirt and sweat and grime from working in the mines all day. Vince puts his things,

tools and such, down near the entrance after he enters*...by th' way, I never introduced m'self. M'name's Vince.

Pleasure t'meet ya, friend.:D
Seafoam: Fred: *follows Vince into his home, closing the door behind him, taking note that he probably will need to

clean the house after this fellow leaves* "Frederick Sawyer, a pleasure to make your acquaintence.  Go ahead and sit

over there while I put this fellow elsewhere.  Then I shall escort you home." *heads off to the backroom without another

word to set the wolf down on a table*
Deena: Vince: *nods* Aye.:D *tries to dust himself off a bit before sitting down in a chair, looking over the interior

of the home with interest* Yer 'ouse is nice 'n cozy. Y'live 'ere on yer own 'r y'got a lady?
Seafoam: Fred: *returns from the backroom, closing the door behind him*  "Mmm?  I live on my own.  Why do you ask?"
Deena: Vince: Figured, lacks a lady's touch. I kin sense these sorta things.8D *takes out a metal flask from his pocket,

unscrews the top and takes a swig out of it casually, then holds it out to Fred, offering a drink* Hardest whiskey I

got. Want some?
Deena: ((As an added note, Vince can't sense shit.< w >))
Seafoam: ((LOL oh Vince, you and your Miner Senses.))
Seafoam: Fred: *looks at the offered flask, then back at Vince*  "That's alright, I have my own." *pulls out his own

flask before putting it back*  "We should get going and get you back home, before darkness falls."
Deena: Vince: *looks pleasantly surprised at the fact that Fred keeps a flask on him as well* Well I'll be.:D *nods at

his latter statement* Yeah, good plan. Can't make poor Candy mind th' fort 'erself, after all.
Seafoam: Fred: *opens the door, holding it open for Vince while quirking an eyebrow at him*  "Candy?  A lady-friend of

yours?"
Deena: Vince: *grins, picking up his things and stepping through the door* Yup. Prettiest gal in th' world. Y'kin search

th' whole island a hundred times over, 'n nothin' else'll compare.
Seafoam: Fred: *shrugs before closing the door behind him*  "You said it was ten minutes from the mine, correct?  In

what direction?"
Deena: ((*will make it up since there's no map yet*))
Seafoam: ((Oh yeah, that's right lol))
Deena: Vince: *ponders for a moment* Northeast I think. It's th' middle path when y'got yer back t'the mines. *trots

along behind Fred* So, y'wanna meet 'er?:D
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Deena: ((ono))
Seafoam: ((But I want Fred to meet Candy first ;A: ))
Deena: ((I'm here;A;))
Deena: ((my internet's just being a derp))
Seafoam: ((Oh, okay XD))
Deena: ((did you get my last post?))
Seafoam: ((What was it?))
Deena: Vince: *ponders for a moment* Northeast I think. It's th' middle path when y'got yer back t'the mines. *trots

along behind Fred* So, y'wanna meet 'er?:D
Seafoam: ((Oh, I already got that and replied to it.  Let me repost my response))
Seafoam: Fred: *does some brief mental calculations as to where the house might lie, and starts walking towards it*

"Not particularly.  I still have to skin that wolf."

Deena: Vince: C'mon, it won't be rottin' right away, 'n it'll only take a second. Yer gonna like 'er, cross m'heart.8D
Seafoam: Fred: *shrugs, and keeps leading the way in the direction that he hopes will take them to Vince's house*  "Any

notable landmarks near your home that I should keep an eye out for?"
Deena: Vince: I always leave a few lights on fer Candy. Keep an eye out fer tha'. There's also signs 'long th' path

directin' t'town that'd 'elp.
Seafoam: Fred; "I see.  I shall keep an eye out for that, then." *continues to walk in silence for a good long while

before coming up to a path and finding signs*  "Hmm...  Are we close?"
Deena: Vince: Yeah, real close now.:D Jus' this way. *begins to lead now, stepping in the direction, seemingly off the

path until one looks closer at the ground; it's an old cobblestone path that's aged poorly, twisted in tree roots and

mostly made of dirt now*
Seafoam: Fred: *follows from a short distance, taking care not to trip over any outstretched roots or rocks*
Deena: Vince: *after a few minutes of walking, an old cottage, with a roof haphazardly repaired with planks of wood and

scraps of metal and walls full of creeping vines, is visible; a few lights are on* 'Ere we are, 'ome sweet 'ome!:D

*fishes out his keys from his pocket to open the door*
Seafoam: Fred: *stares at the house, and briefly wonders how anyone can live in it when it is falling apart like so*
Deena: Vince: *could probably live in a cardboard box and be satisfied* Ah, 'ere it is...*finally finds his keys and

opens the front door* ((I'm gonna copypasta a description of Vince's place I wrote in an older RP < w >;; *lazy* ))
Deena: ((
The interior of the home, however, was not entirely uninviting. In the living room, just through the front door, there

were wind chimes and handmade trinkets dangling from the ceiling made of pretty stones and crystals presumably obtained

from the mines, seashells collected from the beach, and various wires and strings to hold them together. Some strange

sculptures carved from stone and wood were scattered about, some of them half-finished. Many were too abstract to

distinguish as anything recognizable, but the ones that weren't were rather good sculptures of songbirds of differing

species in various poses. There was a small table, with two chairs at the ready, and a stool sitting by the fireplace,

which crackled with a dying flame. Two bookshelves, packed with rather advanced looking reading material about geology

and physics, sat on either side of the fireplace. There was an opening that lead to the kitchen, a closet next to that

opening, and a staircase leading downstairs to the two bedrooms and the one bathroom with the broken shower. The kitchen

had a closet as well, presumably full of cleaning supplies and household items. The place itself was surprisingly

cleaner than expected, save for the puddles and the old looking wooden flooring and walls; it was not spotless, however.

There were a few used candles here and there, and papers with notes about various things scattered about. There were

some books lying around as well, and a few dirty clothes; a hopelessly muddy pair of rather ugly rain boots sat close to

the doorway, and some dried mud stained the floor under them. It looked lived in, but not impossible to tidy up with a

few minutes of effort.))
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Deena: (( Part 1:
Deena: The interior of the home, however, was not entirely uninviting. In the living room, just through the front door,

there were wind chimes and handmade trinkets dangling from the ceiling made of pretty stones and crystals presumably

obtained from the mines, seashells collected from the beach, and various wires and strings to hold them together. Some

strange sculptures carved from stone and wood were scattered about, some of them half-finished.
Deena: Part 2 :
Deena: Many were too abstract to distinguish as anything recognizable, but the ones that weren't were rather good

sculptures of songbirds of differing species in various poses. There was a small table, with two chairs at the ready,

and a stool sitting by the fireplace, which crackled with a dying flame. Two bookshelves, packed with rather advanced

looking reading material about geology and physics, sat on either side of the fireplace.
Deena: Part 3:
Deena:  There was an opening that lead to the kitchen, a closet next to that opening, and a staircase leading downstairs

to the two bedrooms and the one bathroom with the broken shower. The kitchen had a closet as well, presumably full of

cleaning supplies and household items. The place itself was surprisingly cleaner than expected, save for the puddles and

the old looking wooden flooring and walls; it was not spotless, however.
Deena: Part 4:
Deena: There were a few used candles here and there, and papers with notes about various things scattered about. There

were some books lying around as well, and a few dirty clothes; a hopelessly muddy pair of rather ugly rain boots sat

close to the doorway, and some dried mud stained the floor under them. It looked lived in, but not impossible to tidy up

with a few minutes of effort.
Deena: The end. < w >))
Seafoam: XD))
Seafoam: Fred: *looks around, content that at lest the place looked livable; looking up, he found the trinkets hanging

from the ceiling to be of particular interst*  "You make these in your free time?"
Deena: Vince: *closes the door after Fred enters, heads towards the staircase* Yeah, I get antsy if I don't do somethin'

with m'hands all th' time. M'old man taught me 'ow t'do tha' sorta stuff. Y'kin keep some o'em if y'like, I got too

many. Keep runnin' outta space no matter how many I give away, haha. *motions to the staircase* Anyhow, follow me.

Candy's down this way. Did y'want anythin' t'eat 'r drink?:D I've got...uh...water...'n whiskey. 'N bread. Oh, wait,

tha's got mold...um...apples? I got apples... ._.;
Seafoam: Fred:  "I'm fine, thank you." *is curious now at the mention of Candy again*  "Are you sure it is alright for

me to meet her?" *discomfort briefly boils in his stomach before simmering down; he was always uncomfortable around

other women besides his mother*
Deena: Vince: Haha, she's a lil' shy, but yer gonna love 'er. 'Less y'don't care 'bout birds, haha.:D *shuffles down the

short hallway at the foot of the stairs, then opens up a door to the guest room, which is used as Candy's room when

there are no guests...wall of text description incoming~*
Deena: ((  It was easily the most interesting room in the house; the wind chimes hanging from the rafters were more

elaborate, with small wooden sculptures and bells hanging from them alongside stones and crystals, and they made

cheerful tinking noises as the door opened. It was also the only room with painted walls; a brilliant sky blue colored

each wall, and fluffy white marshmallow clouds were sponged on top. The room was small, just a little bigger than a

walk-in closet and slightly smaller than Vince's, which was also rather cozy in size. There was a hammock here as well,

hanging from one end of the room by the door to the other and made of a rope net and a few blankets and small pillows to

cover it.
Deena: By far the biggest attraction in this space was the large bird cage that seemed to take up about half the room.

With delicate black bars that wove in flowery patterns, it seemed as if the cage was likely the most expensive thing the

otherwise poverty-stricken miner owned. There were all sorts of toys and trinkets for a small songbird to play with

inside, and a cushy handmade birdhouse made of wood decorated with relief engravings where the telltale sign of a few

red and white tail feathers stuck out of the small entrance.  ))
Seafoam: Fred: *stares in awe at the various things around the room before his eyes fall on the bird cage*  "All of this

for... Candy?" *looks at Vince incredulously*
Deena: Vince: *pouts a bit, looking a little embarassed* I know, it ain't much, but I do what I can fer m'lil princess.

*honestly seems to think this isn't an elaborate enough setup for a pet bird* I'll call 'er out fer ya so y'kin see

'er.:D *steps by the cage and opens a little hatch on it, then whistles an incredibly complex series of chirps; after a

moment, a chirp responds to Vince's coaxing, and a little red and white canary hops out of the small birdhouse inside

the cage to perch just outside of said birdhouse* Tha's m'girl. Candy, say 'ello t'Fred. He's a 'unter 'round 'ere, 'n

he saved m'life t'day, tha' he did. Kin y'sing 'im somethin' fer me, sweetheart?
Seafoam: Fred: *stares at Candy, and recognizes her as a canary, although noting that the coloring isn't very common, at

least not where he is from*  "Y-you don't have to make her sing or anything." *continues to stare at Candy*  "She's

really lovely."
Deena: Candy: *chirps a little bit at Vince, then stares back at Fred, puffing up her feathers defensively; is terrified

of strangers, and is extremely shy*...*eventually has enough of getting stared at, and hops back inside the birdhouse

with a quick chirp*
Deena: Vince: Ain't she? Told y'she's th' prettiest gal in th' world.:D Hatched 'er m'self. Got a cousin tha' breeds

'em. Used t'be fer th' mines, but there's other ways t'check fer toxic gases 'n th' like now, so lots o'us back 'ome had

'em as pets. I can't think o'er as any less than m'own flesh 'n blood now, haha. She's a lil' shy, though...sorry 'bout

tha'...*looks at the cage* Candy, c'mon, jus' one song?:< *sighs, leaving that final effort be, then looking back at

Fred* Girls don't sing too much, th' males usually 'r th' ones chirpin' all th' time. Candy's quite th' talker when it's

jus' me, though. I think if y'stop by more 'n she gets used t'yer face, she'll start singin' fer you, too.:D
Seafoam: Fred:  "Ah, I see.  That's quite fascinating." *glances back to where Candy had retreated*  "Well, you will

have to tell her that I am sorry for being such a poor house guest, but I do need to take my leave now."
Deena: Vince: Haha, sure thing.:D *leads Fred back up the stairs to the front door* Ah, by th' way, since yer a hunter,

'kin I hire ya t'clear out monsters in th' mines every now 'n then?:D
Seafoam: Fred:  "Yes, I could do that.  Thank you for your hospitality."
Deena: Vince: Naw, I should be thankin' you. Y'saved m'life. I owe y'one.
Seafoam: Fred:  "Had I been in a similar situation, I would have hoped for the same.  Although, next time you may not

want to swing your pickaxe like that.  They consider that a challenge, and it gives them more incentive o attack you."
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Deena: Vince: D: R-Really? I keep tha' in mind...got any other tips? Like...say...if th' lil' pups sniff 'round m'house

again? They come 'round every now 'n then...
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Deena: ((guuuh))
Seafoam: ((so tired lol))
Deena: ((lol same, it's 9am < w >))
Deena: Vince: D: R-Really? I keep tha' in mind...got any other tips? Like...say...if th' lil' pups sniff 'round m'house

again? They come 'round every now 'n then...
Deena: ((That was my last post))
Deena: ((you can end it here if you want < w >))
Deena: ((like, with your post))
Seafoam: ((Mmkay.  AND THEY ALL FOUGHT ZOMBIES))
Deena: after all Fred has a wolf carcus to slaughter))
Seafoam: Fred:  "Several things, really, but your best bet would be to avoid them and not have whatever it is that is

attracting them out there."
Deena: ((and Vince has a tiny songbird to pamper))
Seafoam: Yes, they're both very busy men.))
Deena: ((so much to do so little time))
Seafoam: ((Maybe Fred can give the wolf pelt to Vince as a gift or something. lol))
Seafoam: ((Fred:  Your house looked cold, so I got you this. :x  ))
Deena: Vince: Hm...guess I won't experiment in th' kitchen fer a while then...=w=;; *opens the door for Fred* Thanks fer

everythin' friend. I've got yer back if y'ever need anythin'. I owe ya.:D
Deena: ((d'aww<3 Vince is going to give him like...a box of wind chimes. "I MADE TOO MANY PLEASE TAKE THEM QAQ"))
Seafoam: Fred:  "Thank you again for having me." *leaves and heads back towards his cabin*
Seafoam: ((At some point they'd start gifting one another alcohol))
Deena: ((Vince is like one of those old women that can knit like...12 scarves an hour or something, and they don't know

what to do with all those scarves they knit lol))
Deena: ((except he does that with little sculptures and wind chimes))
Seafoam: XD))
Deena: ((and yeah lol, alcohol, then homemade alcohol))
Deena: ((anyhow, bedtime:D))
Deena: ((night~! thanks for the RP))
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Seafoam: ((Nighty night! XD))
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Session Start (deena_2000@hotmail.com:Seafoam): Mon May 02 03:07:24 2011 -0400
Seafoam: 8D
Deena: 8D
Seafoam: So where shall we start?
Deena: hmm...
Deena: maybe Vince can run into Fred again in the forest?
Seafoam: Yeah, or maybe Fred could come over to the mines, I dunno.
Deena: maybe:D oh, maybe Vince can ask Fred to clear out some monsters or something?
Seafoam: Yeah, he could :D
Seafoam: that is, if he has a way of tracking Fred down
Deena: hm...well, since Fred lead Vince to his house, Vince probably backtracked to find the way? maybe?
Seafoam: He could try XD
Seafoam: And maybe get lost, and stumble upon Fred by pure luck
Seafoam: Is Vince very good at walking quietly in the forest?
Deena: lol, that sounds more likely
Deena: he's really good at sneaking around in the mines but
Deena: outside he has a hard time since there's leaves and twigs and such everywhere
Seafoam: Does his knee make it hard for him to sneak around, too?
Deena: "THERE'S JUST SO MUCH STUFF OUT 'ERE!;A;"
Deena: well, outside of the mines, I'm pretty sure Fred would probably notice him
Deena: in the mines he's practically a ninja lol
Seafoam: Hehehe XD
Seafoam: In short, Vince is out of his element when he's not in the mines or at home
Deena: his knee doesn't really bother him unless he puts a lot of strain on it, and it's been a while since he got the

injury so he's used to keeping his weight off of it
Deena: but if he jumps from somewhere high and lands on the wrong foot or something, it'll hurt for the rest of the day
Deena: but Vince is also pretty good at tolerating pain, since it aches randomly at some level
Seafoam: Ah, I see
Deena: almost every day at some point
Seafoam: Sounds like my hands lol
Deena: also, instead of crying a lot, he usually yells out loud strings of colorful language when he gets severely

injured and he's still conscious
Seafoam: Hehehe XD
Seafoam: Shall we start?))
Deena: such as "BLOODY **** ON A **** SANDWICH WITH ***** AND ******** ON A HORSE'S ***** WITH PEANUTS"
Seafoam: ((oh wait brb laundry))
Seafoam: ((lol okay back, the dryer isn't done yet :P))
Deena: kk:D))
Deena: Vince: *wandering around the forest looking for Fred's house sometime just before noon* I was sure it was 'ere

somewhere...:/ Th' 'eck am I...*is totally lost*
Seafoam: Fred: *is returning to his home after doing some brief business in town, and hears... something, or someone,

bumbling about in the woods*  ...?  *quietly and cautiously, Fred approaches the source of the sound, making none

himself*
Seafoam: ((everytime I see your icon, my brain automatically adds sound effects to it >.>))
Deena: ((the koffing?))
Seafoam: ((yes XD))
Deena: Vince: D: This is th' same tree I passed 'n hour ago! Th' 'eck!...O-Okay, this ain't nothin', I'll just...make

some markers. *pats around his pants for a sharp object to carve the tree with so he can figure out where he's going,

finds a pocket knife that he uses for carving the sculptures in his house* Perfect!:D Now wha' t'carve...P: *starts

carving something...it's a penis* 8D *carving a little top hat and a mustache on it*
Deena: ((ART))
Seafoam: ((LOL))
Seafoam: Fred: *sneaks up towards the noise, and hears a familiar voice; keeping himself hidden in the foliage, he

creeps up and sees Vince carving a penis on the tree* ...  *is at a loss for words, although is mildly impressed that

Vince's carving is anatomically correct, minus the mustache and top hat*
Deena: Vince: *is totally into carving this penis on a tree, has no idea Fred is watching, putting a little happy face

on the penis and decides it should be riding a horse* P:
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Session Start (deena_2000@hotmail.com:Seafoam): Mon May 02 03:42:12 2011 -0400
Seafoam: Fred: *sneaks up behind Vince to get a closer look*  What kind of horse is he riding?
Deena: Vince: A rockin' one!P: *turns around to see Fred and blinks, staring for a moment*......*suddenly jumps back in

surprise in a delayed reaction* Wha! Ya nearly gave me a 'eart attack, man! Yer real good at sneakin' round, ain't cha?

oAo;; A-Anyhow, yer jus' th' guy I was lookin' fer. There's some monsters in th' mines, 'n it's not a sturdy 'nuff area

fer bombs, so we can't seem t'shoo 'em off. Kin ya take care of 'em?
Seafoam: Fred: *thinks it over for a moment before nodding*  I don't see why not.  Do you know what kind of monsters are

in there?  How they behave, what makes them tick?
Deena: Vince: Goblins. Th' mines 'r full of 'em, at least on th' upper levels. Way deeper down there 'r bigger 'n

angrier things, but the goblins 'r jus
Deena: ((fff disregard that))
Seafoam: ((kk XD))
Deena: Vince: Goblins. Th' mines 'r full of 'em, at least on th' upper levels. Way deeper down there 'r bigger 'n

angrier things, but the goblins 'r jus' a nuisance fer th' most part. We leave 'em alone usually, but they've been

messin' with th' excavation site, 'n recently they've started attackin' folk. It's jus' one small group o' em tha' 'r

th' ornery ones, but miners ain't equipped fer fightin' 'em. They got stone tools 'n crude bows 'n such, if tha' 'elps,

'n usually wear leather armor. 'S about all I got fer ya. I kin show y' where they're comin' from if ya come with me

t'the mines.:D
Seafoam: Fred: I see.  Well, lead the way, then.
Deena: Vince: Awesome!:D And yer gonna get paid fer it, don't cha worry. *will be using the overall mining budget, since

it's for clearing out the mines; won't be paying out of his pocket; starts leading the way* S'how'd y'like Candy th'

other day?
Seafoam: Fred: *falls into step behind Vince*  She was nice.  A bit shy, which... I can understand.  Why do you ask?
Deena: Vince: *snickers a bit* Did y'think I was talkin' 'bout a real bird th' whole time?83c
Seafoam: Fred: *quirks a brow*  To be frank, no, I did not.  The way you worded things, it almost sounded like she was

your live-in girlfriend.
Deena: Vince: *snickers* Haha, don't got one o'those yet. Candy's too much o'a sweetheart t'be anythin' near a real

girlfriend. Real ones 'r more demandin'. She's more like m'baby girl, anyhow.:D
Seafoam: Fred:  So you say. *falls quiet again as he continues to follow Vince*  What do you suggest I do with the

bodies?  Once I hav dealt with the goblins, I mean.
Deena: Vince: Platinum, gunpowder, 'n any shiny gems 'n ores stay with th' miners, but th' rest is free fer ya t'loot.

If y'find a treasure chest, y'kin take 'alf.
Seafoam: Fred:  Um... *decides it would be better to be blunt*  I was actually wondering what you wanted me to do with

the bodies after I have slain them.  Should I burn them?  Is there something you can harvest from them?
Deena: Vince: *shrugs* Heck if I know. I wouldn't know wha' th' point o'skinnin' them'd be. Maybe y'kin take th' teeth?

Oh, but jus' kill th' ones in th' makeshift leather armor. Th' ones wearin metal 'r cloth 'r harmless, 'n I'd feel bad

slaughterin' 'em.
Seafoam: Fred:  Mmm, I see.  Target the ones in leather. *makes a mental note to avoid the others*  Do you know how many

there are?
Deena: Vince: ...mm...'bout six 'r seven?
Seafoam: Fred:  Hmm.  I see. *ponders about how he should go about attacking them*  How much longer until we reach the

mines?
Deena: Vince: .....uhh....*they pass the penis tree; apparently they just went around in a circle* 8D;; Oh yeaah...I was

lost.
Seafoam: Fred: *resists the urge to punch Vince*  Perhaps I should lead. =A=;;; *without another word, starts to lead

the way towards the mines*
Deena: Vince: Ahahaha...haaa...8D;; *trots after Fred* How d'ya know where yer goin', Fred? It was Fred, righ'?:D
Seafoam: Fred:  Your house is near the mines, right?  If we go there, we should find the mines not too far from there.

*pauses a moment*  Yes, Fred is my name.  Your's is Vince, if I am not mistaken?
Deena: Vince: Yup!:D If we find th' path, I kin prolly figure it out from there, too. *looks around* Really, 'ow DO

y'figure out where yer goin' in 'ere? It all looks th' same out 'ere.
Seafoam: Fred:  *resists the urge to plant his face into his palm*  You learn to pick up on things when you travel

though the woods enough.  I'm sure there are certain things that only you or the other miners would notice while working

in the mines.
Deena: Vince: Considerin' we pretty much carved th' damned place out ourselves, yeah, s'pose so. Bu' a forest is so...I

dunno...massive? There's trees everywhere. How d'ya know one from th' other without markin' 'em? 'R didya swallow a

compass 'r somethin'? Haha.:D
Seafoam: Fred:  Each tree is actually quite different.  The way the bark grows, the way the boughs bend, the leaves...

There are a lot of things.  *glances at Vince, a serious look on his face*  Swallowing a compass wouldn't help, since it

would just pass through your system and end up in your outhouse, where it wouldn't do you any good. :/
Deena: Vince: <:3c 'N y'might choke on a compass 'n die. Also, don't think a compass'd pass easy...Anyhow, y'sure know

lots 'bout trees.:o
Seafoam: Fred: *shrugs, then notices Vince's house in the distance*  Well, we're almost there.  Ready to take the lead

again?
Deena: Vince: 'Kay.:D *sees his house, starts trotting down the beaten up old path to get to the mines* S'how long've

y'lived 'round 'ere, Fred?
Seafoam: Fred:  *jogs to catch up to Vince*  A good few months.  I don't go into town often, though.  There are still

many people I haven't met yet.
Deena: Vince: Any family at least?D: Bein' all by yerself on an island don't seem...I dunno...secure?
Seafoam: Fred: ...  My family is irrelevant.  They live elsewhere, which is...  Just fine.
Deena: Vince: D: But y'got a pretty dangerous job, 'untin' monsters 'n such...wha' if y'get an arm lopped off 'r

somethin'? Won't y'gotta 'andle it yerself?D:
Seafoam: Fred:  *becoming uncomfortable with where this is going* I'm quite capable of handling things myself.
Deena: Vince: Wha' if yer fightin' a...a wolfie 'r somethin', 'n they eat yer fingers?o_o Then y'couldn't open bottles!

D:
Deena: ((Priorities, Vince has them.))
Seafoam: Fred: That's why you use your teeth. :/  Nevermind the fact that by the time a wolf eats your fingers, you're

probably already dead.
Deena: Vince: Hm...yup, guess so.:D *ponders* Though, openin' bottles with yer teeth is 'arder than y'think.=w= *seems

to be speaking from experience* Oh, there's th' mines.:D *points to the clearing in the forest at the foot of the

mountainside in the distance, with the entrance to a cave supported by planks of wood*
Deena: ((can we put the RP on hold? I need to go to sleep ;w; ))
Seafoam: ((I was about to ask the same thing lol  I don't mind, we can continue it tomorrow or whenever is convenient

:D))
Deena: ((okay:D I'll message you or the other way around))
Seafoam: ((Okay :D  Have a good night!))
Deena: ((night:D))