Predators and Prey

[ssaannttoo]

*flinches*

Acceptable. *closes book* I’m almost ready to put it all on the line and risk one of Domjoe’s mystery potions.

(I found 10 Ancient Debris in 30 minutes while bed blasting, so pretty darn good! Yourself?)

Hehe, whatcha wanna be daddy!

*I ask, looking down at the book.*

(Pretty good. Sat in the same place for about 12 hours now... Vacations are slow while in quarantine.)

 

[Arishipshape]

Hehe, whatcha wanna be daddy!

*I ask, looking down at the book.*

(Pretty good. Sat in the same place for about 12 hours now... Vacations are slow while in quarantine.)

*does the first 15 seconds of this video again*

Oh, never mind!
*stows potions and book*
Surely it must be your bedtime at this point?

(Oof/yay, depending on how introverted you are. What did you do besides the FA forums?)

 

[ssaannttoo]

*does the first 15 seconds of this video again*

Oh, never mind!
*stows potions and book*
Surely it must be your bedtime at this point?

(Oof/yay, depending on how introverted you are. What did you do besides the FA forums?)

Bedtime?

*Shivvers.*

Knights dont have bedtimes. THEY MUST BE ALEART! *Looks around menacingly.* And ready at all times... FOR AN ATTACK!

(Nope, just FAF.)

 

[Arishipshape]

Bedtime?

*Shivvers.*

Knights dont have bedtimes. THEY MUST BE ALEART! *Looks around menacingly.* And ready at all times... FOR AN ATTACK!

(Nope, just FAF.)

Squires have bedtimes.
*crosses arms disapprovingly*

(Oof/yay, depending on how active the forums were lol)

 

[ssaannttoo]

Squires have bedtimes.
*crosses arms disapprovingly*

(Oof/yay, depending on how active the forums were lol)

Oh, but daddy! You just got back, and we haven't done any trianing today!

*Pouts.*


(lmao, they were kinda dry this afternoon. But people are getting back now, so it's cool.)

 

[Arishipshape]

Oh, but daddy! You just got back, and we haven't done any trianing today!

*Pouts.*


(lmao, they were kinda dry this afternoon. But people are getting back now, so it's cool.)

Your first training will be the art of self-discipline, and you will go to bed without incident. You may read this while you wait for unconsciousness to take you, if you wish.
*offers King Arthur*

(Cool. Hope it wasn’t too dry!)

 

[ssaannttoo]

Your first training will be the art of self-discipline, and you will go to bed without incident. You may read this while you wait for unconsciousness to take you, if you wish.
*offers King Arthur*

(Cool. Hope it wasn’t too dry!)

*Looks at book sad.*

B-but.. daddy... I missed you.

*Nuzzles against his leg.*

(Coulda been worse, had a decent time though.)

 

[Arishipshape]

*Looks at book sad.*

B-but.. daddy... I missed you.

*Nuzzles against his leg.*

(Coulda been worse, had a decent time though.)

*purses lips*

Maybe I could read you the first few chapters. *sits down*

 

[ssaannttoo]

*purses lips*

Maybe I could read you the first few chapters. *sits down*

Yay!

*Sits in his lap, and opens book.*

 

[Arishipshape]

Yay!

*Sits in his lap, and opens book.*

“In the ancient days, there lived a very noble king named Uther-Pendragon, Overlord of all Britain...”
*reads with passion*

 

[ssaannttoo]

“In the ancient days, there lived a very noble king named Uther-Pendragon, Overlord of all Britain...”
*reads with passion*

*Listens intently.*

Woah~

 

[Domjoe414]

“In the ancient days, there lived a very noble king named Uther-Pendragon, Overlord of all Britain...”
*reads with passion*

Mmmm. Reading him Utherist propoganda eh? Lord Charlamagne would not be pleased sir ex-knight

 

[Domjoe414]

*raises eyebrow* Well then it’s hardly useful to me. Do you simply not know, or are you hoping hilarious shenanigans will ensue should I attempt to consume one?

I will remain silent on those counts.

 

[Arishipshape]

Mmmm. Reading him Utherist propoganda eh? Lord Charlamagne would not be pleased sir ex-knight

I—I was under the impression this was technically fiction and not to be utilized for actual political gain!

I will remain silent on those counts.

*taps forehead, Edgeworth style*
I’ve circumvented your dishonorable attempt at a trick. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while now, but you finally gave me an excuse to do it: I’ve studied TF effects’ various properties—including best identification. I’m fairly certain I’ve got them figured out.

 

[Domjoe414]

I—I was under the impression this was technically fiction and not to be utilized for actual political gain!

*taps forehead, Edgeworth style*
I’ve circumvented your dishonorable attempt at a trick. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while now, but you finally gave me an excuse to do it: I’ve studied TF effects’ various properties—including best identification. I’m fairly certain I’ve got them figured out.

Ah, I see. Take care sir (In both of those aforementioned things)

 

[Arishipshape]

Ah, I see. Take care sir (In both of those aforementioned things)

*suspicious squint*

*continues reading*

 

[ben909]

Nonsense. I was allowed here for nearly half a year without sporting fur. I’d still be human now if not for Ben and his accursed TF virus balloons.

Technically the ballons barely got any on you, it was the intercepted brain bleach

I wonder if i really will ever read these comments

 

[ssaannttoo]

Mmmm. Reading him Utherist propoganda eh? Lord Charlamagne would not be pleased sir ex-knight

Daddy is better than you! Plebeian!

 

[ssaannttoo]

*suspicious squint*

*continues reading*

Who is that daddy?

*Points at king Aurtur.*

 

[FooFoo4230]

(Wait, is there some reason you can’t drink the potions sequentially, and stop when you get the one you want? That’s what I thought of. There most likely is some reason, and even if there isn’t, identifying what a potion transforms you into would be a very helpful skill, but that’s the simple idea I thought of.
I also had “fun” on the birdwatching trip, and saw various ducks, heard frogs, and saw a beaver. But foggy glasses prevented me from seeing them well...)

 

[TR273]

Phew!

Another picture finished.

 

[ssaannttoo]

(Wait, is there some reason you can’t drink the potions sequentially, and stop when you get the one you want? That’s what I thought of. There most likely is some reason, and even if there isn’t, identifying what a potion transforms you into would be a very helpful skill, but that’s the simple idea I thought of.
I also had “fun” on the birdwatching trip, and saw various ducks, heard frogs, and saw a beaver. But foggy glasses prevented me from seeing them well...)

(I went kayaking about a month ago, saw a beaver. It was so hecking cute!)

 

[Arishipshape]

Daddy is better than you! Plebeian!

Hmm. Good insult. Allow me to show you how it’s done (strictly for education’s sake).
*clears throat*

@Domjoe414, thou art a boil, a plague sore, a lump of foul deformity, highly fed and lowly taught! Thou art no plebeian, as thou hast been anointed sovereign of sighs and groans! Go on, bow to the lord of dishonor! His most royal lowliness commandeth much respect! You absolute buffoon! Not a clown, but the entire circus!

*swishes cape*

(Wait, is there some reason you can’t drink the potions sequentially, and stop when you get the one you want? That’s what I thought of. There most likely is some reason, and even if there isn’t, identifying what a potion transforms you into would be a very helpful skill, but that’s the simple idea I thought of.

(If these were the last TFs I would ever encounter, yes, that would work just fine. Somehow, I suspect my luck just isin’t that good. Plus, when they wear off, I’ll have the others at my disposal.)

Who is that daddy?

*Points at king Aurtur.*

Only the hero of this story! We meet him in chapter 2. For now, you shall have to satiate yourself on his brother, Sir Kay (who is also no slouch).

Technically the ballons barely got any on you, it was the intercepted brain bleach

I wonder if i really will ever read these comments

The water balloons caused me to utilize the brain bleach, so in a roundabout way, I’m still entirely correct.

 

[ssaannttoo]

Hmm. Good insult. Allow me to show you how it’s done (strictly for education’s sake).
*clears throat*

@Domjoe414, thou art a boil, a plague sore, a lump of foul deformity, highly fed and lowly taught! Thou art no plebeian, as thou hast been anointed sovereign of sighs and groans! Go on, bow to the lord of dishonor! His most royal lowliness commandeth much respect! You absolute buffoon! Not a clown, but the entire circus!

*swishes cape*

*Giggles adorably.*

Teach him daddy!

Only the hero of this story! We meet him in chapter 2. For now, you shall have to satiate yourself on his brother, Sir Kay (who is also no slouch).

*Holds onto daddy as he continues to read.*

 

[Deleted member 134556]

*bleps in this chat too*