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*Watches it run off*

GET BACK HERE.

*Punches floor*

GRRRAH!

*Starts stomping around angrily and mumbling*

Gotta kill something.

*Wanders off*

[Yarrick slowly opens eye and rubs it]: ... I heard ...her. [Half smiles and sighs]
[Sits up] [Clutches head] ...! [Fumbles for water and painkillers] stupid... stupid... urf.
[Stops and stares at corner of tank, mid-swig]

[Sound of glass breaking from inside Baneblade]

Yarrick. You're going to kill yourself if you keep intoxicating yourself and taking loads of painkillers.

[Hears smash] ...I think that's what he's aiming for.

*OT, finally wakes up. Stretching he leaves a dozing Perenelle with the other 3 and goes inside the room. Once there he begins work on a memory wall using all the photos of Amelia everyone had taken over the time she has been there. He smiles as he sees a photo of OT, Marla, Yarrick, Amelia and Leonie posing for a group photo*

OT: I'll never forget you, you crazy spartan *Wipes away tear and goes back to work*

OOC: FEEL GUILTY VANDEN! GUILTY!

[Hands OT the book that he gave to Amelia when Yarrick went missing]
[Looks uncomfortable and goes back to sitting on top of the Butter Tank]

*Tacks a picture of Amelia slapping me across the face to the wall*
I believe that's the only picture we're together in. Except for that time a camera got up my nose.

*Nods a thank you to BC then places the book on a table in front of the memorial*

*sees photo wall and shakes his head*
*turns around and clambers into the knarloc pen and starts attending to the knarloc's wounds*

Now I know I need more greater knarlocs. These ones are too small.

*Steps over to Jack*
I have no place in that memorial. How may I assist you?

*Walks back into the room looking less angry then before*

*Sets self up out the front of the bar and starts cleaning sword*

*turns to Verviedi*

Well, the Hunter never gave a fatal wound, fortunately. These are hard to find, and even harder to transport. This one *pats the knarloc's head* should be fine, but it's pack mates might be a little upset at seeing their sister attacked. Care to check on them for me?

*nods head towards a separate pen*

*Opens the pen and walks in, and pets a Knarloc*
*Mouths "Why aren't they attacking" at Jack*
They're kind of... cute.

*cocks head at Verviedi*

Most people would be missing more than a hand by now. They barely like other packs, and have trust issues with anyone that isn't their riders.

*shakes head and laughs*

Perhaps you smell nice to them?

*Looks quizzically at Jack*
Do I smell like anything? I shower every day, and I am technically only a few weeks old...

*Rune priest walks out of orkmart with few boxes of bits for the spell including two gold rings, a set of fluffy dice and several plastic dhinosous*

Hey, il get working on this... runes are odd ya know.

*Huitz is restocking the shelves grumbling*

Huitz: No-one ever takes the Diamond and Pearl... they always want Heartgold and Soulsilver

OOC: References!

*finishes attending to the knarloc and goes into the pen next to Verviedi*

I had thought they'd want to rip Leonie's head off for attacking their sister. Instead, they act like housepets. Interesting. You can't exude any pheromones by any chance? My kindred can do that to calm most creatures. It helps on a hunt, so some scattering birds won't fly away and alert your prey, for instance.

*Shouts from bar*

THEY COULD TRY!

*Turns to the bartender*

One chocolate milk, please.

*shouts to huitz*

Diamond for engagement, not weddings... move it over a isle and you will sell it.
PS, someone before me has left the wild animal section doors open... I saw a few escaped dragons on way to the book section....

*Huitz continues grumbling*

Huitz: Worked here 15,000 years, don't tell me where things are.

*Elsewhere OT is putting the finishing touches on the memorial. Once he places her helmet in the center he goes to attempt to get Yarrick to come and see it*

(Banging on the tank door)OT: Yarrick! C'mon! Up and at 'em!

[Yarrick opens door looking pale, scruffy and extremely tired] [Eye twitching] N-now isn't a good time. Either I'm having s nervous breakdown, or I'm still drunk. [Pulls door closed quietly]

*OT sighs and goes to get Cal. Cal walks up to Yarrick's door holding some hangover pills, some coffee and book called Therapy for Smarties With a Little Experience in the Subject Already*

*laughs*

15,000 years, you must have one hell of a pension fund!

*Goes off to hall muttering with various rune priest*

*Ghost dissipates while Yarrick is standing at the door*

*Sir Knight stirs on the bar*

*Groans*

Ooowwwww...

*marla spots varden paying off her tab*

What happened to you then? Look like you got rub over by a baneblade?

[Yarrick turns back around to face corner] ?
...If it were me cracking up, at least it was seeing something pleasant. [Sits on bed and sighs] Yeah, come in, whatever.

*Groans again*

I think the fighting hit me while I was asleep...I feel like I got run over by a horse...

*Holds shoulder and peers over to back*

Huh, when'd I get hit there? No matter, I've dealt with worse.

*Gets up and grabs helmet off floor*

*Walks up to the wolves*

Okay, what do I get for winning?

*Smiles*

*wolves agree have a chat and return shortly from the hunting room with a 8 foot greatsword*

Its that or.. *bring out a 7 foot, double headed 50 kilo battle axe*

Solid forged, both mono edge. Quad hardened frost steel. Bit heavy but nearly unbreakable

*Drinks chocolate milk*

good stuff.

*Slides some more money to the bar tender gesturing for another milk*

*Looks at the axe*

that ain't an axe, well not by my standards.