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 *Only if you can't place this quote: "Shame on you, shame on your family, shame on your cow!"*

 *:( i cant. *

 A movie called "Mulan", by a tiny dragon called "Mooshu".

 *ive never seen it. heard of it though.*

 *Well, now you know the best quote from it.*

 *indeed... "comtrya! it is better!"*

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 *Only if you can't place this quote: "Shame on you, shame on your family, shame on your cow!"*

 *:( i cant. *

 A movie called "Mulan", by a tiny dragon called "Mooshu".

 *ive never seen it. heard of it though.*

 *Well, now you know the best quote from it.*

 *indeed... "comtrya! it is better!"*

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 *Only if you can't place this quote: "Shame on you, shame on your family, shame on your cow!"*

 *:( i cant. *

 A movie called "Mulan", by a tiny dragon called "Mooshu".

 *ive never seen it. heard of it though.*

 *Well, now you know the best quote from it.*

 *indeed... "comtrya! it is better!"*

 ...

 *............*

*WAIT.

I mistook this for Last Comment or Onions. This is not the place to discuss this. Whoops.*

*im going make a new character. the elf is still around, but i have an idea for a second one

A orange tiefling with red hair, and a mangenta and white onesie with out a hood is begging for money in the street. “Spare change! Spare food!”

*any one want to rp? 

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*any one want to rp? 

 *hello*

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*any one want to rp? 

 *hello*

 *I  will take that as a yes. should i start or you?

Any one want to role play*

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Any one want to role play*

*Sure!*

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A orange tiefling with red hair, and a mangenta and white onesie with out a hood is begging for money in the street. “Spare change! Spare food!”

A cough, and a man ---- no, two men, one shadowing the other, step out of the crowd. The first bends down. With a face that has slightly retained its baby fat, glasses askew, complete with carrot-hued frizzy hair, he looks the tiefling in the eyes. "Hm," he says, turning to the other, who whispers in his ear. 

"Boss tells me that he will give you spare change. But he wants to know what you're doing out here." He speaks, but in a disjointed, somewhat scatterbrained voice that makes you wonder just what he's doing working for this other man. 

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Any one want to role play*

*Sure!*

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A orange tiefling with red hair, and a mangenta and white onesie with out a hood is begging for money in the street. “Spare change! Spare food!”

A cough, and a man ---- no, two men, one shadowing the other, step out of the crowd. The first bends down. With a face that has slightly retained its baby fat, glasses askew, complete with carrot-hued frizzy hair, he looks the tiefling in the eyes. "Hm," he says, turning to the other, who whispers in his ear. 

"Boss tells me that he will give you spare change. But he wants to know what you're doing out here." He speaks, but in a disjointed, somewhat scatterbrained voice that makes you wonder just what he's doing working for this other man. 

 “Well I’m begging for money and food.” She says in a confused voice. “Should I not be here? If not I can leave.” She Quickly stands up, fear flashing through her eyes. 

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*Sure!*

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A orange tiefling with red hair, and a mangenta and white onesie with out a hood is begging for money in the street. “Spare change! Spare food!”

A cough, and a man ---- no, two men, one shadowing the other, step out of the crowd. The first bends down. With a face that has slightly retained its baby fat, glasses askew, complete with carrot-hued frizzy hair, he looks the tiefling in the eyes. "Hm," he says, turning to the other, who whispers in his ear. 

"Boss tells me that he will give you spare change. But he wants to know what you're doing out here." He speaks, but in a disjointed, somewhat scatterbrained voice that makes you wonder just what he's doing working for this other man. 

 “Well I’m begging.” She says in a confused voice. “Should I not be here? If not I can leave.” She Quickly stands up, fear flashing through her eyes. 

The boy turns back to his boss, then extends a hand. On the palm, two gleaming coppers sit. "Boss just wants to know why you're out here, that's all. You're fine." He fixes his glasses, then digs through his pocket. "Boss says he can give you more if you tell him." 

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Any one want to role play*

*Sure!*

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A orange tiefling with red hair, and a mangenta and white onesie with out a hood is begging for money in the street. “Spare change! Spare food!”

A cough, and a man ---- no, two men, one shadowing the other, step out of the crowd. The first bends down. With a face that has slightly retained its baby fat, glasses askew, complete with carrot-hued frizzy hair, he looks the tiefling in the eyes. "Hm," he says, turning to the other, who whispers in his ear. 

"Boss tells me that he will give you spare change. But he wants to know what you're doing out here." He speaks, but in a disjointed, somewhat scatterbrained voice that makes you wonder just what he's doing working for this other man. 

 “Well I’m begging.” She says in a confused voice. “Should I not be here? If not I can leave.” She Quickly stands up, fear flashing through her eyes. 

The boy turns back to his boss, then extends a hand. On the palm, two gleaming coppers sit. "Boss just wants to know why you're out here, that's all. You're fine." He fixes his glasses, then digs through his pocket. "Boss says he can give you more if you tell him." 

 They look confused. “I’m begging. That’s all there is to it.” She reaches out to the hand then to take the copper, but pauses before grabbing them. 

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*Sure!*

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A orange tiefling with red hair, and a mangenta and white onesie with out a hood is begging for money in the street. “Spare change! Spare food!”

A cough, and a man ---- no, two men, one shadowing the other, step out of the crowd. The first bends down. With a face that has slightly retained its baby fat, glasses askew, complete with carrot-hued frizzy hair, he looks the tiefling in the eyes. "Hm," he says, turning to the other, who whispers in his ear. 

"Boss tells me that he will give you spare change. But he wants to know what you're doing out here." He speaks, but in a disjointed, somewhat scatterbrained voice that makes you wonder just what he's doing working for this other man. 

 “Well I’m begging.” She says in a confused voice. “Should I not be here? If not I can leave.” She Quickly stands up, fear flashing through her eyes. 

The boy turns back to his boss, then extends a hand. On the palm, two gleaming coppers sit. "Boss just wants to know why you're out here, that's all. You're fine." He fixes his glasses, then digs through his pocket. "Boss says he can give you more if you tell him." 

 They look confused. “I’m begging. That’s all there is to it.” She reaches out to the hand then to take the copper, but pauses before grabbing them. 

The man retreats his arm. "Boss wants to know if you'd like a job, is all. A way to make good money." 

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*Sure!*

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A orange tiefling with red hair, and a mangenta and white onesie with out a hood is begging for money in the street. “Spare change! Spare food!”

A cough, and a man ---- no, two men, one shadowing the other, step out of the crowd. The first bends down. With a face that has slightly retained its baby fat, glasses askew, complete with carrot-hued frizzy hair, he looks the tiefling in the eyes. "Hm," he says, turning to the other, who whispers in his ear. 

"Boss tells me that he will give you spare change. But he wants to know what you're doing out here." He speaks, but in a disjointed, somewhat scatterbrained voice that makes you wonder just what he's doing working for this other man. 

 “Well I’m begging.” She says in a confused voice. “Should I not be here? If not I can leave.” She Quickly stands up, fear flashing through her eyes. 

The boy turns back to his boss, then extends a hand. On the palm, two gleaming coppers sit. "Boss just wants to know why you're out here, that's all. You're fine." He fixes his glasses, then digs through his pocket. "Boss says he can give you more if you tell him." 

 They look confused. “I’m begging. That’s all there is to it.” She reaches out to the hand then to take the copper, but pauses before grabbing them. 

The man retreats his arm. "Boss wants to know if you'd like a job, is all. A way to make good money." 

“I uh… okay I’ll do it.” She looks happy. then she weekly adds “do I need any prior experience? Since unless if it’s polishing armor, and being used as target practice, then I probably have none.”

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*Sure!*

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A orange tiefling with red hair, and a mangenta and white onesie with out a hood is begging for money in the street. “Spare change! Spare food!”

A cough, and a man ---- no, two men, one shadowing the other, step out of the crowd. The first bends down. With a face that has slightly retained its baby fat, glasses askew, complete with carrot-hued frizzy hair, he looks the tiefling in the eyes. "Hm," he says, turning to the other, who whispers in his ear. 

"Boss tells me that he will give you spare change. But he wants to know what you're doing out here." He speaks, but in a disjointed, somewhat scatterbrained voice that makes you wonder just what he's doing working for this other man. 

 “Well I’m begging.” She says in a confused voice. “Should I not be here? If not I can leave.” She Quickly stands up, fear flashing through her eyes. 

The boy turns back to his boss, then extends a hand. On the palm, two gleaming coppers sit. "Boss just wants to know why you're out here, that's all. You're fine." He fixes his glasses, then digs through his pocket. "Boss says he can give you more if you tell him." 

 They look confused. “I’m begging. That’s all there is to it.” She reaches out to the hand then to take the copper, but pauses before grabbing them. 

The man retreats his arm. "Boss wants to know if you'd like a job, is all. A way to make good money." 

“I uh… okay I’ll do it.” She looks happy. then she weekly adds “do I need any prior experience? Since unless if it’s polishing armor, and being used as target practice, then I probably have none.”

 *can I make a investigation check on the boss. 

*im just going make a investgaion check. i rolled a 5. 

AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHH!!!…

*an old man falls from the sky and impacts into the ground with utmost force*

*the old man brushes himself off and clears his throat*

”Hello! I am Geluk, people call me the Unlucky but it’s just coincidences, so what’s happening here. Need my superior magical skill? Need milk? Need my opinion on your baked goods?”

*he seems to whimper “please make me useful”*

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AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHH!!!…

*an old man falls from the sky and impacts into the ground with utmost force*

*the old man brushes himself off and clears his throat*

”Hello! I am Geluk, people call me the Unlucky but it’s just coincidences, so what’s happening here. Need my superior magical skill? Need milk? Need my opinion on your baked goods?”

*he seems to whimper “please make me useful”*

 a orange teifling with a magenta and white onzie comes over. The onzie has torns on the Legs.  “Hello geluk, I’m feuer, the poor. Um I do need food and drinks, so I guest I need milk?” She seams a bit confused. “Oh I also need help on a heist!” She says like that is a normal thing.