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[campjesus]

[ brody slips a piece of paper under a certain someone's door, then vanishes for hours.

when he returns he is wearing a hat and a robe and commanding a small army of skeleton turtles. why? why not, that's why. ]

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[fuckvampires]

...What.

[campjesus]

What?

[fuckvampires]

This. All of it.

[campjesus]

I'm a sorcerer.

[fuckvampires]

Of dead turtles.

[campjesus]

We prefer the term "life-challenged," thanks.

[fuckvampires]

Are you keeping them in the apartment? If I trip over one of the bastards, I'm kicking the shit outta it.

[campjesus]

You're not kicking my babies.

[fuckvampires]

They're rejects from a Mario game. Why do you do this to me.

[surface_level]

[ He emerges some time later, guilt in the downturn of his eyes but still making the effort to smile. When he sees the turtles, Lucas kneels and holds out a finger to one. He moves slow, as if he's tired. ]

[campjesus]

Hi.

[surface_level]

Hello.

[campjesus]

What's up?

[surface_level]

You are a wizard.

[campjesus]

Yeah, I'm the Sex Sorcerer.

[surface_level]

Sex and turtles.

[campjesus]

Uh huh.

[earthandfire]

[ Now that's extremely difficult to interpret rationally through vibration alone. One second he's sitting on the floor and sand painting, the next he's sitting there baffled, trying to figure out what, exactly, just walked through the sandscape with little clicking feet. ]

[campjesus]

Hi.

Lost?

[earthandfire]

Oh, not really, I was just -- uh, what went by here a second ago?

[campjesus]

A turtle.

... sort of.

[earthandfire]

That was a turtle? Well, okay, it was moving like a turtle, but why did it sound like that?

[campjesus]

Well, it was half a turtle, so...

[earthandfire]

Now that just raises further questions.

[campjesus]

Does it?