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[niquenaro]

*finishes making the contact explosive from ribbon seaweed and household bleach*

*carefully places lumps of it on a lane in the park and waits for someone to pass and test the effects* >:)

*hides on a tree branch in ocelot cub form just in case*

Comments

[bob_the_wraith]

Master Niquënáro. You're going to get yourself into trouble. . .

[niquenaro]

Who died and made you my babysitter? ~.~

Anyway, I won't. They're just small charges. Kind of like really big firecrackers.

[bob_the_wraith]

An observation, not a reprimand. I'd appreciate it if you didn't make jokes about death. It's a sore subject.

[niquenaro]

Why? You're not dead.

[lomihina]

*is out with her daughter-in-law along with an armed guard having a brief stroll through the park*

[niquenaro]

Great, not a pregnant woman... >.<

*jumps down and distracts you and Miriel with kittenish antics while the guard steps onto the explosives and is forced to dance in panic as the ground literally explodes under his feet* >:D

[ar_zimraphel]

*ignores you*

*is suddenly caught by flying schrapnel in the head and side*

*falls over with a shriek and lands heavily*

[lomihina]

FUCK!

ZIMRAPHEL!!!!!

*drops down beside you and slaps your face lightly, panicking*