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Ace will never claim to be a master carver. She won't even say she's a brilliant wittler. Every once in a while, yes, she manages to turn out something that's really not to bad.
The rest of the time?
She makes an excellent pile of woodchips.
Tonight is looking to be a woodchip night. She's sitting by the fire, to better feed woodchips to it at regular intervals and stay nice and toasty warm.
The rest of the time?
She makes an excellent pile of woodchips.
Tonight is looking to be a woodchip night. She's sitting by the fire, to better feed woodchips to it at regular intervals and stay nice and toasty warm.
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"Hey."
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Or, at least, that's what she says when her carving refuses to work out and eventually turns into a fluffy pile.
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"Sometimes it turns out like that. Theraputic though. Creative, and rhythmic, an' all those good words."
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She absently pulls at the corner of one of the many cuts on her face. "Like alcohol, cigarettes, sleep?"
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She grins. "Mal. Short for Maledict." Sticks out a slightly cut up hand.
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It might be a pile of woodchips.
Does it really matter?
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"Could be." She declares amiably, with a shrug. "Mutated chicken."
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Referring to the flakes of wood all around it.
"...We should give it to someone as a priceless piece of art."
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"Could, I suppose. Might wonder why there's a givin' away of priceless art, though." She muses instead, going on with her carving.
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"Well. Oreo-man might accpet it."
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"I'm not givin' anything to a giant cookie." Ace clarifies serenely.
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Because he needs a mutated chicken.
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He can get his own mutated chicken.
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He can build it of oreos!
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"...So. What would happen if I threw this in there?"
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A sliver of wood floats down to join its mates.
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Except, you know, in cases of severe todash monster infestation. That seems to be alright.
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"You know from experience, yeah?"
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[ooc: Fade?]
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What a facinating world that would be.