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Keeeeeeeeeeeevas! I haven't seen you in a while, I hope you didn't disappear and leave Tequila behind again.
[You could almost hear her pouting but the Mithra's voice picks up to a more excited tone.]
Oh! We should do a Chocobo race or just ride them around the deck if no one is up for racing!
[A pause.]
Uh, that's open to anyone who wants to come. Incase I wasn't clear there. Eh-hehe...
[You could almost hear her pouting but the Mithra's voice picks up to a more excited tone.]
Oh! We should do a Chocobo race or just ride them around the deck if no one is up for racing!
[A pause.]
Uh, that's open to anyone who wants to come. Incase I wasn't clear there. Eh-hehe...
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They might be related or...something. However that works with different universes.
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Do you know where the racing deck is?
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[A small giggle as she checks the database.]
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those were all audio, btw
*Oh, right, she was inviting people to come with. Marco totally missed that*
Sure, I'll be right there.
of course~
and now its a comment log, so there
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C'mon! I need that! Don't make me use my magic!
[There was a few frusterated stomps of her feet before she crosses her arms.]
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Hey. Need help?
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Yeah, I do. Although, they're fast.
[She eyed the Chocobo before slowly creeping foreward.]
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*Marco was not good at hunting things like this, and his steps weren't all that steady, but he starts to slowly creep around the chocobo*
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Noooo! Stay put.
[She made a jump for it but crashed in to the ground.]
Ooow...
[There was a bit of an amused wark from the bird as the communicator dropped to the ground. It seemed to be interested in Marco now as it strutted over.]
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Ah, it seems to like you.
[The Mithra manages to sit herself up and cast cure on herself.]
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*Marco carefully pets the Chocobo's head, like one would pet a horse. Since it doesn't seem to be attacking, he relaxes*
Nice, uh, chocobo.
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I think it wants you to be its rider.
[She grabs for her communicator before standing.]
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Well, can't be odder than riding a lobster.
But how do I get up on it? Do I get it to kneel or something?
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[She looks confused for a moment before shaking her head.]
It'll kneel for you to get on.
[She steps closer and indicates to the Chocobo before it kneels down.]
You can grab the reins and steer in the saddle.
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*He figures that should explain it, since there were lobsters all over the damned island.
Marco nods a bit and carefully mounts the chocobo and takes the reins*
So we're going to race?
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