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[Drelk]

I've noticed that pets sometimes have impeccable timing with their emotes.
Post 'em here

[Rosalia]

I have more but this one is one of my favs:

This is after an hour or so trying to figuring out a name

Naming Serinde's dog:

You say, "Doyle."
Serinde says, "I kind of like Doyle."
Serinde taps her lips.
Serinde says, "Hmmm."
Moisha, the silver ferret chitters.
Serinde peers at a sleek black elfhound.
Serinde says, "I think he might be a Doyle."
You say, "I like Doyle."
You say, "It means dark."
Serinde agrees.
Serinde says, "I like it too."
Serinde asks a sleek black elfhound, "Are you Doyle?"
A sleek black elfhound barks excitedly.
Serinde grins.
You chuckle.
Serinde says, "I guess that's a yes."
You say, "I think that is a yes."
You nod to Serinde.
Serinde names a sleek black elfhound.
Serinde says, "Doyle it is then."
Serinde smiles.
Doyle, the sleek black elfhound licks you.
You grin at Serinde.
You exclaim, "Eep!"
Serinde laughs.
Drelk laughs.
You say, "I guess he appreciates the name."
Serinde asks, "I think that was a thank you?"
You say, "I think so."
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Merow rasps, "And you think they've been idle all this time? Undoubtedly they've been plotting for these two years, and this is just the sort of thing that two years of pernicious pixie plotting will get you!"

[Rosalia]

Another one. Basically, Horace was flipping over pets in the common areas of the Silver Plum. We all started gathering to watch. He went and got Lady Cyra, the owner, and had her take care of the situation. This is not long after she walked in and after .. hours? of him throwing a tantrum. A good couple of hours at the very least including getting the guards, etc.


Tribute's thoughts on the matter:


Cyra asks, "Horace, do you realize the hour?"
Horace breathlessly whines, "Lady Cyra, Lord Pendeleu has decided to convince you to fire me because he wishes to keep his dogs and ferrets and cats in our foyer!"
Cyra asks, "Whatever is the matter?"
Martaigne stares at Horace.
Cyra opens her mouth as if to say something.
Cyra clears her throat.
Martaigne says, "I HAVE no dogs or cats or ferrets, sir."
Cyra glances at Horace.
Martaigne turns to face Cyra.
Horace shrinks slightly, but you can tell his bravery isn't gone... yet.
Cyra says, "Oh my."
Martaigne says, "Lady Cyra, I apologize for the situation here. Master Horace has taken offense to your guests carrying their pets in the foyer of your fine establishment."
Tribute, the brown ferret yawns.
Preldin steps into the foyer.
Vladimir pats Tribute, the brown ferret on her neck. She pulls her head back and studies him carefully.
You agree with Tribute, the brown ferret.
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Merow rasps, "And you think they've been idle all this time? Undoubtedly they've been plotting for these two years, and this is just the sort of thing that two years of pernicious pixie plotting will get you!"

[Drelk]

[Rosalia]

Trantris asks, "And you have no recollection of a remark along the lines of 'Roses have thorns about them'?"
You say, "Of course I do."
You say, "That was not a threatening message."
A massive white elfhound blinks at you.
Trantris stares at you.
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Merow rasps, "And you think they've been idle all this time? Undoubtedly they've been plotting for these two years, and this is just the sort of thing that two years of pernicious pixie plotting will get you!"

[Drelk]

>Emirikol says, "Been talking with th' starfish."
Marziale says, "No no he's jealous of the starfish."
Marziale says, "I have to keep them apart."
Marian laughs.
Nather arches an eyebrow.
Nather says, "That the same starfish you thought knew me."
Marziale nods to Nather.
Demens says, "He's planning Operation Starburst. To burst the star."
Marziale says, "It likes to boast about all it's naiad friends in the sea."
Marziale gestures.
Emirikol nods to Marziale.
Pulling on the ring, Marziale opens the heavy door.
Mort, the silver ferret comes into the tavern.
Marziale closes the door.
Emirikol ponders the situation.
Emirikol says, "Obedient lil' bugger."
Mort, the silver ferret stands up.
Emirikol runs his hand gently along Mort, the silver ferret's back.
He stretches as if enjoying the attention.
Demens says, "Oh, so he wants you to think."
Marziale nods agreeably to Demens.
Emirikol says, "Good thing Ah ne'er think."
Emirikol grins at Demens.
Mort, the silver ferret chitters pleasantly at Emerikol.
Adrienne stretches slowly.
Demens grins at Emirikol.
Marian shakes his head.
Demens says, "A cunning defense against thought manipulation. Avoid thoughts altogether."
Mort, the silver ferret sits down on the clean-swept packed dirt floor near Demens.
Demens pats Mort, the silver ferret on his neck. He pulls his head back and studies him carefully.
Marziale glances at Mort, the silver ferret.
Romeo, the silver ferret stretches.
Marziale says to Demens, "He may be plotting on you now too."
Demens nods to Marziale.
Emirikol says, "Demens knows too much."
Demens says, "Probably."
Mort, the silver ferret chitters at Marziale.
Demens says, "Or maybe I'm in on it."
Marziale says to Mort, the silver ferret, "Oops, sorry."
>Marziale exclaims, "I wont tell him!"
snicker mort
You snicker at Mort, the silver ferret.

[Nather]

Just outside Breen's earlier today.
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Emma waves.
Emma walks west.
Her group follows.
You ponder the situation.
You say, "Bit of a strange one."
You shrug.
Demens nods agreeably to you.
A gray and red parrot bobs his head.
You exclaim, "Even the parrot agrees!"
Demens chuckles.