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(Let that be a lesson to you, kids, whenever you make your own lore for something, Lord Battal will blow it up.)

 

Looking around, Pops sees two things that catch his interest.  One is an old-looking stone bridge that goes over the chasm.  The other is what looks like an orange, pulsating pillow.

(I was going to say something, but I wanted to let Battal do it. Trent, this is Battal's RP. He calls the shots. You don't. Stick to your own character.)

Pops nods.

"I don't know, and don't care to find out. To the bridge it is."

He begins scaling down the mountain, with Joseph close behind.

Edited by Blewcheese

And with that, Violet and Fabrico went flying down the mountain on Trent. By the time they had reached the bottom, Trent had scattered everywhere in a 4 foot radius. Violet rose to her feet, and brushed the dirt off of her body. She brought the individual pieces of Trent back together.

(Just trying to break the tension in a sort of harmless manner.)

Edited by Will

Fabrico was sprawled on the ground, leaving a blood puddle near his legs.

 

"Okay. I regret going down there with you. I was never good at sledding..or stopping, for that matter."

 

He picks himself up and tries his best to rid his tuxedo of the dust and dirt.

Edited by Pecival

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