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Through The Living Glass

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  1. *appears in {INSERT UNDISCLOSED LOCATION}* I HATH ARRIVED
  2. Okay? For some reason, Shoe decided to look really, really closely at it. He wondered why it looked like that.
  3. He sighed sadly and picked the stoat up, cradling her in his arms. He watched the little glowing orb circle slowly around her. When it was just about to bump into him, he gently grabbed it out of the air.
  4. He reached out to rub her head. Can you hear me . . . ?
  5. "little stoaty eyes" awwwww There . . . see? I won't hurt you.
  6. So . . . I need to make him use too much of his power at once?
  7. He blinked. What . . . ? He stayed where he was, but carefully proffered his hand for the stoat to investigate. Livetha . . . it's me, Shoe. See?
  8. Ah, okay. Shoe growled angrily. Beosta's father had been standing there for at least FIVE WHOLE SECONDS before he disappeared, he thought bitterly, looking at Livetha. Couldn't she have- He stopped and stared at Livetha. Or rather, at the small, golden globe that was circling her. He knelt down next to Livetha slowly.
  9. I think upset might be an understatement Wait did Lady Bug take Livetha with her or did she leave her there?
  10. Shoe stood and whirled on her angrily. Why did you just STAND THERE?! he roared. You're a NARRATOR!! WHY DIDN'T YOU DO SOMETHING?! He didn't seem to have heard what she said at all.
  11. *scowls* Don't hurt Shoe or Beosta too badly. True, and true. Perfect! *vanishes*
  12. . . . Alright, I appreciate the pun But seriously
  13. That's not a cookie, that's a heart. But I will accept it anyway. Chaos is always fun Sometimes grr no Okay, where do we stand now?
  14. Shoe stared at the ground. He didn't seem to notice. I'm so sorry . . . he said to no one in particular. Me too, dude. Me too AND I HAD A HEADS-UP ._.
  15. Ooooo Can't wait! Hmm. Only if you say sorry for hurting my feelings. *huff*
  16. ohhhh OHHHHHHHH Dang, alright. Shoe tried to grab ahold of Beosta's father, but it was too late, and his hands felt only mist. No, NO! He stared at the mist, then looked around wildly for . . . something. Surely this was a trick; surely Beosta was just playing a joke on him, or . . . or . . . or something. He fell to his knees in the spot where Beosta had just been, shaking. No . . .
  17. Nope! You wanted fake stories. I don't tell those.
  18. grr Fine, I won't tell any of them.
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