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Penn frowned. "Well, it will make marks on paper certainly."
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He digs around in his pockets and comes up with a feather quill and a small bottle of suspicious ink. "Will this work?"
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"I don't believed I've ever been in a situation that proves otherwise," Pan began pulling the teacups out of his coat again. " . . . Can you drink with the whole, y'know, bag situation?"
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"I did say defined loosely."
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"It seems this will be quite the party then," "I- don't believe I have one."
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"If defined loosely, I suppose,"
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"Yes I tend to have a knack for getting away with things,"
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"Hmm, neither do I, but you can get away with it surprisingly easily."
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"They're traffic lights for the moon."
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"I believe we are taking him on a possibly life changing quest, to make friends, save the world, and perhaps taste true fame and glory, though I'm not su-" and they were sucked away.
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"No- I think the idea is we're going to try and save it."
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"I'm not sure, but it sounds rather exciting, there's some sort of world-ending prophecy."
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Pen began leading paper bag man over. "We'll try and fix your sight problem later okay?" @Channelknight Fadran
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Yeah, it was there for drama points (and perhaps to get Sophie to realize she likes him), and nothing else.
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Seeing the next bag, Pen sighed, "That can wait then." He helped the paper bag man to stand. "It seems we are moving to another place, I suggest you come with us."
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"One moment," Pen said, turning back to paper bag man. "You really don't remember anything?" @Channelknight Fadran
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"There we are," Pen said, gently pulling the bag up, "Perhaps this is why you couldn't see."
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Cloud pushed away the stinging feeling and braced himself. He sensed the first strike, and deflected it pretty well. He was a little slow on the second, his blade on just pushing hers away in time. He forced all of his focus on the third strike. He dodged, and tried to make a countermove, slashing at Feisydds face.
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"Now, there's no need to overreact." Pan rounded the tree. "Perhaps your eye's are still closed, and that's why you can't see?"
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"So why is it you need help, friend?" Penn began approaching a tree he thought the voice was coming from behind.
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"Well then," Penn said, following the sound of the strangers voice. "Perhaps we can find you textbook, could you at least tell me whats wrong?"
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"Well were on earth are you," Pen said, continuing to search through the nearby bushes.
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Pan ignored Weaver and began looking around in the trees. "Hey person who called for help, do you still need help?!"
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Pen lounged and caught the teacup that Sleeper had dropped just before it hit the ground. "I believe they stated their business as needing help," he said, standing. "Will you tell us, fine gentlemen, what it is you need help from?" Pen called into the darkness.
