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[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris has, as always, been largely ignoring the castle. He makes his social interactions when the castle forces him to, but he treats it as an annoying routine he must follow. Having spent his morning in the lobby, he has retreated to his room.

Unfortunately, something is waiting in his room. It's something that has been in his room for quite some time now, lying in wait. Ready to STRIKE. And today is the day it pounces. The journal is of course open to pick up the sound of Pinkie's Party Cannon going off, along with the elf's startled yell as he and his room is covered in streamers, balloons and confetti]

The blighted beast left months ago! WHY IS THIS THING IN MY ROOM?!!!!

Comments

dictated;

[formersocialite]

What the hell was that?!

forever!

[wolfuncaged]

It was the pink demon's...cannon. What is this thing even doing here? Did she hide it here?

[formersocialite]

Oh, Pinkie Pie. [Yeah, she still missed her a little.] Maybe she left it to you as a gift, Fenris.

[wolfuncaged]

A gift is generally something that is desired.

[formersocialite]

Yeah, true but she probably meant well by it in her own way.

[wishmadeinfire]

Fenris? Fenris what happened?

_{[Does he need to come and help you kick some beast's rear and fry it like Mongolian BBQ?]}

[wolfuncaged]

[If only it were that manly of an issue]

The damned pony beast left something behind.

[wishmadeinfire]

Pony beast? Oh, you mean one of the little, colorful ones? What was it that made such a sound?

[wolfuncaged]

She had some sort of...cannon.

[wishmadeinfire]

Cannon? Well, at least it is not one that hurt you. The ponies are, thankfully, not good at that.

[peacockherald]

What in the havens-?!

[wolfuncaged]

No, it is most assuredly not from the heavens.

[peacockherald]

What was it? Is anyone hurt?

[wolfuncaged]

No, it is just a foolish...thing the pink pony demon left.

[peacockherald]

Pink pony demon? I hardly think them demons. The yellow one can barely get out a sentence without stuttering, poor thing.

[shipper_on_deck]

...An animal exploded in your room?

[wolfuncaged]

No. Something she left behind. A cannon.

[shipper_on_deck]

[snigger] And what, you kept it as a memento of your friendship?

[unlikely, but the imagery is pretty funny]

[wolfuncaged]

[There's just a low growl. Grump grump grump]

She hid it in here. The blighted creature haunts me even now.

[shipper_on_deck]

And it took you this long to notice there's a cannon in your room?

[......] Think we can refit it to our purposes?

dictated;

[echivoc]

[ That guy sounds familiar...

Oh, that elf guy from the bar. ]

Having problems?

forever!

[wolfuncaged]

[Oh that guy]

Yes. It appears a former resident has left me with an unwanted gift.

[echivoc]

I'm sure you'll recover from the shock of it soon enough.

[wolfuncaged]

I still do not wish to keep the pink demon's cannon in here.

[echivoc]

Then get rid of it. You have two arms and two hands, do you not?