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Post by Erik on Mar 21, 2007 21:12:38 GMT -5
"True enough," *Erik said gently. The young one would learn soon enough.* "So what are your plans, little mouse? Will you try to find your family?"
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Post by five on Mar 21, 2007 21:36:17 GMT -5
*Fievel shrugged.*
"I don't think anyone can be arsed to make a whole family of mice just so I can find them." "I wouldn't know where to look."
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Post by Erik on Mar 21, 2007 22:22:47 GMT -5
"America?" *Erik suggested blandly.* "Not that I am complaining of your company, little talking mouse. I have no desire to kill you, and that is quite unusual."
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Post by five on Mar 24, 2007 11:00:56 GMT -5
"That is unusual. I don't often meet things that don't want to kill and eat me," *said Fievel.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 24, 2007 20:25:58 GMT -5
"Hmm," *Erik grunted in agreement.* "A most auspicious meeting, then. I shall have to make sure no one kills and eats you. Consider yourself under my protection, talking mouse. For I am patron saint of underground dwellers and scavengers everywhere."
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Post by five on Mar 24, 2007 20:31:11 GMT -5
"Really? Woooow...you're so cool." *Fievel looked up adoringly at Erik.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 24, 2007 20:34:49 GMT -5
"My body temperature does tend to be less than the average," *Erik agreed.* "This is not normally considered a good thing, but if it pleases you, I am pleased."
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Post by five on Mar 24, 2007 20:37:26 GMT -5
*Fievel grinned.* "It means...amazing. A paragon of popular culture."
*Is way too verbose for an 11-year-old MOUSE.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 25, 2007 11:17:49 GMT -5
"Oh." *Perhaps this was some obscure mousian vernacular he couldn't be expected to know.* "I am afraid this 'popular culture' is not my realm of expertise, although I excel at many things. Thank you, then."
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Post by five on Mar 25, 2007 11:23:03 GMT -5
*Fievel smiled.* "What is your job here at the opera? Do you run things?"
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Post by Erik on Mar 25, 2007 11:25:16 GMT -5
*Erik grinned evilly.* "Run things? Yes, I suppose you could say I do. If the managers know what's good for them, that is."
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Post by five on Mar 25, 2007 11:27:45 GMT -5
*Fievel's eyes were aglow with hero worship.* "Wow. I bet you're important."
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Post by Erik on Mar 25, 2007 11:35:33 GMT -5
"I certainly am," *Erik agreed with pride.* "If you ever need anything, little Fievel, such as a spot in the chorus, I will make it happen."
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Post by five on Mar 25, 2007 11:38:28 GMT -5
"Really?" *He thought for a moment.* "...I'd get stepped on, I think. Right now I'm helping the stagehands. Cleaning up, painting sets, things like that. I don't get as much done, because--well, size is an issue." *He sighed sadly, his whiskers drooping a little.* "I don't think there's much a mouse could do to make a difference around here."
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Post by Erik on Mar 26, 2007 9:10:33 GMT -5
*Erik grinned again, just as evily, as thoughts crossed his mind.* "Oh, I don't know about that. Erik knows many small things who make a great deal of difference. Such as a safety-pin. Or a loose nail. Or a frayed rope."
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