Sep 06, 2009 13:04
Well, ok.
Evil Chicken had become bored with observing the bar's patrons from up in the rafters. No useful information had passed his way except that a few gods frequented the bar. He had disappeared for a while to check on a few enterprises back home, but in that time, some exciting things happened in the bar. Things that might have turned useful had he been there to interfere.
Typical.
So, Evil Chicken is back, with a vial stuffed full of seeds and leaves hanging around his neck. The turkey sized rooster is slowly making his way around the greenhouse, scratching the dirt and inspecting the soil, so when he gets close to the greenhouse entrance he notices the charred, sickly soil before he notices the blackened tree stump.
"Oh for fffffffffff-"
Foul language he learned from the humans he has surprised in the past. Fowl don't talk that way.
"That doesn't inspire much confidence..."
[the vial he is carrying contains marrentil seeds and leaves, which, at least on his world, has a catnip like effect on gods. Play it as you wish]
[tinytag : Evil Chicken]