The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

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LittleBrownie said:
Take frowned at Fred, “Yo don’t get your panties in a twist kid, I’m the one that showed you guys the way out and stayed behind to fight off those guards, so you all could escape from being whipped and forced to work even longer.” he growled, “You’re lucky enough to have accomplished survival, because that’s the only thing I’ve seen you do.”
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Fred’s face went even redder “but you can’t take full responsibility for everything that happened back there. It was all of us, not just you, not just me” Fred said trying to remain calm
 
Amer said:
Kyle shrugged. Little people forgot their troubles quickly after they had happened, and Rylie’s almost-death had already flown to the back of his mind. As long as everyone was together, and in control, Kyle was calm. He actually enjoyed the risks and adventure. Borealis was already high on his list of favorite places. Actually, he didn’t really have a list of favorite places because before Laurel, he had never even left his town.
Kyle pulled a tiny piece of bread out of his pocket and nibbled on it.
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Amer said:
Cam glanced at Kyle nibbling bread like a gerbil and was reminded of her hunger. Before she had just been to exhausted to feel hungry. Is Korim going to call supper or is he just going to stare at the red coins until we starve? Is it even suppertime though?
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Nat, too, instantly loathed whatever it was that had compelled Kyle to start snacking and cruelly taunt her neglected stomach like this.
She wrenched Colby out of the shadows and pulled his nearest ear close to her mouth. "Say you're hungry."
Colby looked at her strangely, which was probably about the hundredth time he'd had to do that during this whole mishap. "Why can't you?"
Nat resisted the mother of all facepalms. "No one can think you annoying for it because you're just not annoying. So. Ask. Now. Before I rip all of that adorable fur off and ruin any chances we have at being obliged."
Colby wasn't too impressed with the lackluster threat -from experience, he knew she could do way better-, so he found it completely in his right to toy with her. "And what's the magic word?"
Nat's smokey emerald glare was perfectly terrifying in the cave's minimal lighting, and she knew she had the perfect blackmail to back it. “The weirdest thing in the world is how you have a legitimate crush on Judy Hopps and want to be Nick Wilde when you grow up -which may or may not have direct correlation to his being her partner in crime- which is also entirely impossible because you're..." She gestured a vague outline of him, now wearing the near exact malicious grin of the cat who had the canary in its mouth. "...so utterly Colby- which, don't get me wrong, is a perfect thing to be, but, not gonna lie, it's not going to suddenly evolve into a animated, smooth-talking criminal-turned-cop anytime soon."
Colby was almost ready with “What about Kovu?” but his hot, solidified face stopped him from making any valid defense. He definitely didn't like like the awesome, super-brave and -smart, crime-and-stereotype-fighting hare heroine - crushes were super icky and should be left to high schoolers at all costs, dEsPitE wHaTeVeR ToRtuRe NaT iNvOLuNtaRiLy pUt HiM thRouGH abOuT sHipPiNG aNd aLL tHAt yUcKy gUNK. He just really admired both of them, honest! He had no idea how Nat had dreamt all of that up.
Couldn't have anything to do with the fact that he had an entire army of Nick and Judy action figures that he did so well with hiding away whenever he had company.
Feeling utterly betrayed that she’d stooped to bringing that up to argue such an inconsequential cause as begging, he spun away from her and slunk to the front of the group. He offered exuberant waves to the abruptly returning missing persons, but was not about to be diverted from his high-stake assignment. "Uh, Mr. Beck, and Mr. Korim, sirs?" he ventured carefully. "Is there any chance that we could stop for dinner sometime soon?"
 
Butterscotchbitesfinger said:
Fred’s face went even redder “but you can’t take full responsibility for everything that happened back there. It was all of us, not just you, not just me” Fred said trying to remain calm
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Take turned his back on Fred, his annoyance fading away. “Never said I was, only that I got you guys out of there before anything else happened.” he murmured, finished with the conversation.
 
Kevin sat down, leaning his gun up against the wall. He frowned down at the stinky bag of peeping birds. He was surprised they had made it this long without getting sick, or dying. Well, permanently that is.
After all this was over, he might even have to name them. Normally names were reserved for the most special of animals, but after all the little peeps had been through, he thought they deserved it.
“Come out, you need to stretch,” Kevin said, reaching his hand in and pulling them out, sitting them down. He watched them for a minute, before leaning back and closing his eyes. He could feel tiny beaks scratch at his pants as the chickens tried to climb on his lap. Or rather, tried to get him to pick them up. He opened an eye, peering down at them. “Use your legs,” Kevin said, patting his leg. “C’mon. I am not helping you.” Deciding they weren’t going to listen, Kevin closed his eyes again.
He was almost asleep, when a scream echoed through the cave. He stood up, grabbing the gun. He couldn’t hear anything else, and didn’t trust the sudden silence. “Stay,” he said, tossing a bit of food down at his feet. Once he was sure the chickens wouldn’t leave, he crept through the tunnels, his gun loaded and ready for anything that would dare attack.
Once he got to the main cave, instead of meeting another dragon, or a manticore, he only saw who he assumed were the missing children. There were a few other people from the original group that he didn’t realize had left, including the alien looking dude. “You guys,” Kevin said, frowning. He thought they would’ve died already. To see them standing there relatively unharmed was strange. He was happy they were found, yet suspicious. How did they get out? “Portal?” He asked.
 
Blair gave a huff as she was rudely removed from her comfortable and warm resting place, being left on the cold stone. "What the hell, Take." She growled, rolling to her feet in time to see him vanish through a mirror. She watched it wide eyed, carefully picking the confused Emma up, before it hit her. Kit.
She needed Kit.
She couldn't leave without finding Kit first. Kit had never abandoned her, and she couldn't abandon Kit. So, carefully balancing Emma on her hip, she approached the mouth of the cave, calling the dogs name into the wind. She heard everyone behind her vanish into the portal one by one until she and Emma were left alone, staring into the forest. Maybe she'll be through the portal. She has to be...right?
Hesitantly, she turned, a cold pit burrowing in her stomach at the thought of leaving without Kit, but she continued towards the mirror, setting Emma down. "Go through." She murmured.
"What?" Emma turned a sleepy, confused look on her. "How?"
"Walk into the mirror, Em." Still unsure, Emma reached out, her hand disappearing into the mirror and soon after the entirety of her did.
Looking back at the mouth of the cave briefly, Blair turned to the mirror, her foot going through to, when she heard something barreling through the forest outside. Every instinct told her to run, that it was dangerous, but she turned her gaze towards it, and her eyes fell upon the muddiest border collie she had ever seen.
Kit lunged at her, jumping full speed into Blair's arms. "Kit!" The name left her in a breathless grasp, holding onto her tightly.
Kit whined softly, licking her face and neck, elated to see her owner again. "You're okay," she murmured, not caring that she was twice as muddy then she was before, carefully stepping through the portal with Kit.
 
LittleBrownie said:
Take pocketed a handful of coins and gems before heading over to Kyle and the others, picking up on his familiar squeaky voice that he couldn’t mistake for anyone else’s. “Ahoy, Me Hearties!” He shouted in a rough voice, trying to impersonate a pirate as he held up a coin to his right eye. Though the ‘eyepatch’ look wasn’t effective as he still had two other eyes uncovered. He could pass for a stowaway instead of a pirate for how primitive and scruffy his appearance was, especially that he didn’t have a shirt on and his pants were muddied. He cracked a grin, “I, Captain Hayes, rescued the missing lads and lassies from the horrible child labor place.” he took a look around at those who were still in Kyle’s group, identifying the people that were missing. He cut out his act to question the group, “So what are you guys doing holed up in this treasure-filled cave? Where are the other noobs at? Did they chicken out or something?”
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Kyle put the crumb back in his pocket and ignored Take’s question. “Child labor place?” he echoed. He began counting the heads, and there were clearly all that had gone missing, along with some additional kids. “Take! You’re awesome!” Kyle said dumbly, not even sure how to praise him. But if they managed to get out on their own, what are we doing here? What’s the next stage of the journey, home?

Korim lowered his hand when he regained control of it and prepared to fling the cursed will-bending mirror across the room. But Cam stayed his hand, standing up. Noah remained like a dog at her feet, wiping his tears from his face with her dress.
“No,” she said, pressing the mirror back into his hands. “We might need it.”
She peered into the sparkling gloom and noticed a barely recognizable heap. ”Kipp... did they... cut your wings?”

HeavensHens88 said:
Nat, too, instantly loathed whatever it was that had compelled Kyle to start snacking and cruelly taunt her neglected stomach like this.
She wrenched Colby out of the shadows and pulled his nearest ear close to her mouth. "Say you're hungry."
Colby looked at her strangely, which was probably about the hundredth time he'd had to do that during this whole mishap. "Why can't you?"
Nat resisted the mother of all facepalms. "No one can think you annoying for it because you're just not annoying. So. Ask. Now. Before I rip all of that adorable fur off and ruin any chances we have at being obliged."
Colby wasn't too impressed with the lackluster threat -from experience, he knew she could do way better-, so he found it completely in his right to toy with her. "And what's the magic word?"
Nat's smokey emerald glare was perfectly terrifying in the cave's minimal lighting, and she knew she had the perfect blackmail to back it. “The weirdest thing in the world is how you have a legitimate crush on Judy Hopps and want to be Nick Wilde when you grow up -which may or may not have direct correlation to his being her partner in crime- which is also entirely impossible because you're..." She gestured a vague outline of him, now wearing the near exact malicious grin of the cat who had the canary in its mouth. "...so utterly Colby- which, don't get me wrong, is a perfect thing to be, but, not gonna lie, it's not going to suddenly evolve into a animated, smooth-talking criminal-turned-cop anytime soon."
Colby was almost ready with “What about Kovu?” but his hot, solidified face stopped him from making any valid defense. He definitely didn't like like the awesome, super-brave and -smart, crime-and-stereotype-fighting hare heroine - crushes were super icky and should be left to high schoolers at all costs, dEsPitE wHaTeVeR ToRtuRe NaT iNvOLuNtaRiLy pUt HiM thRouGH abOuT sHipPiNG aNd aLL tHAt yUcKy gUNK. He just really admired both of them, honest! He had no idea how Nat had dreamt all of that up.
Couldn't have anything to do with the fact that he had an entire army of Nick and Judy action figures that he did so well with hiding away whenever he had company.
Feeling utterly betrayed that she’d stooped to bringing that up to argue such an inconsequential cause as begging, he spun away from her and slunk to the front of the group. He offered exuberant waves to the abruptly returning missing persons, but was not about to be diverted from his high-stake assignment. "Uh, Mr. Beck, and Mr. Korim, sirs?" he ventured carefully. "Is there any chance that we could stop for dinner sometime soon?"
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(Actually laughing)
“Oh yes!” Kyle said. He had forgotten about the others. Unlike humans and much more like squirrels, little people did not take large meals during the day and instead took small intermittent snacks.
“I almost forgot about that! I’m very sorry about that. Korim probably knows what to do. He helped to set up how the meals were planned.”
(ack why so many charries)
Korim turned. “Dinner?” he asked. “Yes, we have bread and dried meat and mench. Take out a piece, if you desire any.” Mench was a vegetable that could handle a beating and store for a long time. It sadly lacked much flavor.
 

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