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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 21, 2012 18:59:47 GMT
*Frank laughs.*
Frank: Pigs don't run from me. They love their Uncle Frank. And before you ask, I ain't seen any flying pigs either. Wouldn't make my job any easier. In fact, I'd be quite sick if swine flew. Any more questions, or is your mummy expecting you home?
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Post by Shadow on Feb 22, 2012 17:17:32 GMT
So...has a pig come past or what?
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 22, 2012 17:36:16 GMT
Frank: Young lady, many pigs come this way. *Laughs* That ain't a trade secret. Is there a particular porker you're after, or do you have more animals to ask me about?
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Post by Shadow on Feb 23, 2012 16:26:22 GMT
*Shadow indicates to Clarity.*
She's lost her pig and can't find it.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 23, 2012 18:12:36 GMT
Frank: Heh, well if she's lost it and can't find it then she's having quite an unlucky day, in't she?
Clarity: *Stepping out nervously from behind Shadow* He answers to the name of Percy, he wears a green collar and he likes to investigate. Has he come to your shop today?
Frank: To do what, trace distant relatives? I get all the pigs I need from the farmers. I don't need to stand around waiting for lost pets to wander in. I think you and your bodyguard have wasted enough of my time. Now do something grown-up and shove o-
*Frank's words catch in his throat. He stares at Shadow's breastplate.*
Frank: W-where did you get that thing? Tell me!
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Post by Shadow on Feb 24, 2012 17:25:47 GMT
You mean the breastplate? I just bought it from a merchant down the street.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 25, 2012 12:11:59 GMT
*Frank is, to coin a phrase, freaking out.*
Frank: Those curs! They told me it would never see the light of day again! I suppose they told you all about it and sent you here for a jolly good laugh at my expense! Didn't they?
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Post by Shadow on Feb 25, 2012 17:06:56 GMT
What, no! He barely told me anything about it!
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 26, 2012 13:19:58 GMT
Frank: Oh, is that so? Nothing about the ogre, eh? Nothing at all?
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Post by Shadow on Feb 26, 2012 16:58:10 GMT
Umm...no. Nothing about an ogre. Why? Do you know something about this?
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 27, 2012 18:57:56 GMT
[OOC: Trusty did mention an ogre; but Shadow could of course have forgotten, or be lying. ] Frank: "Something"? Heh, heheheh. Oh I know more than something. I know that a mad ogre almost butchered me, twice, in the marketplace, and thanks to that tatty old false friend of a breastplate, I was nearly DOOMED. Clarity: Domed? Frank: DOOMED! But that was years ago, and now who's the butcher, eh?! *Frank laughs maniacally. Or, to use his nickname of old,
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Post by Shadow on Feb 27, 2012 20:28:37 GMT
So...you mean this breastplate was ineffective?
*Shadow hopes he'll say 'no'. She didn't waste 30 gold pieces for an old bit of metal with a fancy pattern on it.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 29, 2012 19:17:33 GMT
Frank: Well if was ineffective I wouldn't be here to tell the tale, would I? But here I am, standing tall and proud, with not a single sca...ah...aaagh!
*The traumatic memories of that day in the marketplace have not been chopped up and packed away as finely as Francis hoped. He sinks behind the counter, his machismo seeping away. Over his sobbing, the sound of grunting from outside the shop can be heard.*
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Post by Shadow on Mar 1, 2012 17:04:11 GMT
*Shadow turns around and sees a small pig behind her. It seems to recognize Clarity.*
Ah! Is this Percy?
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Post by Young Grimwold on Mar 1, 2012 17:47:14 GMT
*As Clarity turns round to look, the pig starts to wander away.*
Clarity: Yes, it's Percy! PERCY!
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