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Post by Andrew on Apr 5, 2014 16:26:29 GMT -5
Boberro looked up, noticing the being closer of the strange girl who wasn't in the dog park. In a suspicious manner, he said,"Hey kid. You interested in wheat and/or wheat by-produc-" Suddenly, Boberro was struck by a strange feeling. Somewhere between deja vu and a preminition. Then, snapping to reality, he said: "You know, kid. You can have some wheat and/or its by-products for free. Just this once." Boberro reached into his jacket pocket and tossed and small bag to the girl. He quickly spun around a walked away. Edit: ((Page two!!!! ))
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 6, 2014 10:30:00 GMT -5
((YUSH!!!!! PAGE TWO!!!)) She took the bag gratefully and disappeared with a loud pop. In related news, it has been confirmed that the creature often spotted close to her is, in fact, one of Khoshek's kittens.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 6, 2014 21:55:39 GMT -5
"Awwww," said the homosexual wheat dealer. "Kitten!"
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 7, 2014 7:21:00 GMT -5
She nodded without explaining how the kitten was no longer trapped hovering in the place of its birth. She hissed and growled, and the kitten jumped onto her shoulder.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 7, 2014 13:37:46 GMT -5
"Don't let your kitten have any of the wheat," warned Boberro. "It could make... Daawwwww. KITTEN!!" The young man was overwhelmed by the baby cat's adorableness and was unable to continue speaking.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 7, 2014 16:52:16 GMT -5
A smile began to cross her face. She nodded slowly and the cat jumped from her shoulder to Boberro's, draping itself like a scarf around his neck and purring. "What do you say, Dziki? Is he a friend?" The cat gave a demonic hiss in agreement.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 7, 2014 17:52:11 GMT -5
"Yay!" was all Boberro could manage. "Yes! Friend! KITTEN!!!!!!"
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 7, 2014 22:22:01 GMT -5
Diabla smiled, being into jean shorts and a summer reading program t-shirt. "If Dziki approves, then I guess you can be friends." She be's out of the dog park.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 8, 2014 11:54:35 GMT -5
"Yay! KITTEN FRIEND!!!!!" Then, Boberro turned to Diabla. "Cool," he said. "Should we do something now? Like, Big Rico's or something? Or what??"
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 8, 2014 12:01:01 GMT -5
Diabla nodded. "Nobody does a slice like Big Rico's. Nobody."
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Post by Andrew on Apr 8, 2014 12:15:51 GMT -5
"Right!" chirped Boberro. He began to walk towards Big Rico's. ~~~~~
In other news, listeners, watch out for lightning today. We're getting reports that at least ten dozen citizens have been struck today. The city council has issued a statement saying that while, yes, the lightning is purple, and yes, it does come from the ground, and true, it is only hitting black-haired citizens between the ages of 12 and 38, it is still normal, naturally-occuring lightning and definitely not the council's newest plan to create an elite, light-haired race of Night Valians. No sirree. Just good old-fashioned, pure lightning.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 8, 2014 12:39:38 GMT -5
And now: Traffic. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There is a street. On that street is a car. In that car is a person. That person is female. That person is middle-aged. That person. Is dead. Please, if you see this person, stop your car.Turn off your car. Get out of your car. And say your respects. She was a nice person. Her name was Grace. She had a pet flying squirrel, who now needs a new home. Please take her. The squirrel, not Grace. Drive safe, Night Vale!
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Post by Andrew on Apr 8, 2014 12:45:28 GMT -5
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 8, 2014 16:48:17 GMT -5
And, we're back! Update on the strange lightning. Apparently it speaks Polish. Yes, Polish. That's an interesting fact about it. However, it is still deemed to be normal, as we have no proof that it is in any way connected to the deaths of several of our middle school children, who were last seen playing double Dutch on the playground. Our condolences to the children's parents.
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Post by hella geoff on Apr 8, 2014 17:11:50 GMT -5
In other news, a new café has opened near the library. Now I don't know much about books, but they sure do seem to reek of paranormal energy. The café, slightly some place yet another, has yet to be thought of, and will therefore be several millennia in the future before it's creation. The library however, once existed. And the souls trapped in there sure do seem anxious for a new home. We'll have more news as it comes, but for now, do not look directly at any books. Books are bad, bad things for bad, bad people. If you cherish your integrity, you will not come into physical, mental, or emotional contact with any one of these dangerous tools of the fish people.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 8, 2014 17:16:51 GMT -5
((Hehe, I never know how to respond to anything you post...)) A group of very brave elderly men just attempted to cast the books out into the storm... ... Not a single one is still among us.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 8, 2014 17:21:18 GMT -5
When Diabla and Boberro reached Big Rico's the latter nearly dropped all his wheat (by-products); the sheriff's secret police were doing their wheat inspections! "We gotta hide," hissed Boberro, pulling Diabla around the corner of the building.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 8, 2014 17:24:57 GMT -5
"Wait, wh-" a startled Diabla started before being shushed.
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Post by hella geoff on Apr 8, 2014 18:42:43 GMT -5
"Check your pocket." Whispered Robert into the ear of Boberro with a hiss. For inside Boberro's pocket, was, in fact, Robert himself.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 8, 2014 20:35:38 GMT -5
Boberro pulled Robert out of his pocket. Then he glanced back at the Robert standing next to him. He glanced at the one from his pocket. Glance at the one next to him; glance at pocket. There were not two Roberts; rather, there was one Robert, one Robert who jost so happened to be in two places.
Boberro pondered this as the cops passed by. When the coast was clear, he grabbed Diabla by the elbow to pull her inside. "You can come too, I guess," Boberro offered the birdman, who Boberro had technically never met before.
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