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@Teeka
Duskshadow sighed, watching her happily prancing granddaughter. It seemed they were never going to get rid of that bug now…though at least Corona had agreed to let one of the Spirals cast a spell that dampened the sound a little bit. In the meantime, however, Duskshadow had some business to attend to. That insect might have provided some fun for Corona, but the rest of the Clan had not been as amused….this needed an answer.

Several hours later, the elder Guardian paid a visit to the Spiral Runemaster, and more importantly, his golem. It did not take much convincing to get the young experimenter to agree to help. Rune had been quite exasperated by that musical tone, which happened to be just the right frequency to disturb his latest experiment. In fact, he was more than eager to take over the whole project, which suited the Clan Mother perfectly, as she didn’t really like to involve herself in Clan battles…even ones that were in good fun.

Rune and his golem spent all day on his project, carefully assembling 3 smaller versions of a robot dog. In fact, they looked like robot pups, and used the same energy patterns as a golem. The difference was that these pups could be disassembled and reassembled without harming them, whereas their larger counterparts would never work again after such treatment.

Once the pups were complete, Runemaster took one and put it away for his own Clan to play with later, then carefully disassembled one of the other two again, taking several key pieces out of the pile. A few minutes work on the second, still assembled pup, and Rune had a series of places where it looked like an extra piece should fit….but it didn’t quite work. Once he was satisfied, the Spiral disassembled the second pup, adding the 10 pieces he had set aside from the first one--and tossing 2 key pieces from the second pup into the pile for the first one while he was at it. Rune then placed all the pieces from each pile into 2 separate large boxes, and fixed the same note on the top of both boxes, while casting a spell on the box for the pup he had disassembled first--the one now missing 10 pieces, and containing 2 that did not belong to it.

The Clan Mother had already spoken to Sunfire’s Sunspot Clouddancer, so he was waiting for the boxes. Runemaster explained how he wanted them placed, then sent the Clouddancer off to deliver the gift to the only Clan in Plague that both knew where the Clan lived…and had a dragon skillful enough to make something like that musical bug. When the Clouddancer arrived at the Clan in question, he placed the boxes next to each other near the cave entrance. As soon as he set it down, the second box vanished, not to reappear again until several hours after the first box had been found—and the overabundance of pieces had been discovered. This left one seemingly lonely single box, with with its note:

Fighting Pup…Some Assembly Required ….
@Teeka
Duskshadow sighed, watching her happily prancing granddaughter. It seemed they were never going to get rid of that bug now…though at least Corona had agreed to let one of the Spirals cast a spell that dampened the sound a little bit. In the meantime, however, Duskshadow had some business to attend to. That insect might have provided some fun for Corona, but the rest of the Clan had not been as amused….this needed an answer.

Several hours later, the elder Guardian paid a visit to the Spiral Runemaster, and more importantly, his golem. It did not take much convincing to get the young experimenter to agree to help. Rune had been quite exasperated by that musical tone, which happened to be just the right frequency to disturb his latest experiment. In fact, he was more than eager to take over the whole project, which suited the Clan Mother perfectly, as she didn’t really like to involve herself in Clan battles…even ones that were in good fun.

Rune and his golem spent all day on his project, carefully assembling 3 smaller versions of a robot dog. In fact, they looked like robot pups, and used the same energy patterns as a golem. The difference was that these pups could be disassembled and reassembled without harming them, whereas their larger counterparts would never work again after such treatment.

Once the pups were complete, Runemaster took one and put it away for his own Clan to play with later, then carefully disassembled one of the other two again, taking several key pieces out of the pile. A few minutes work on the second, still assembled pup, and Rune had a series of places where it looked like an extra piece should fit….but it didn’t quite work. Once he was satisfied, the Spiral disassembled the second pup, adding the 10 pieces he had set aside from the first one--and tossing 2 key pieces from the second pup into the pile for the first one while he was at it. Rune then placed all the pieces from each pile into 2 separate large boxes, and fixed the same note on the top of both boxes, while casting a spell on the box for the pup he had disassembled first--the one now missing 10 pieces, and containing 2 that did not belong to it.

The Clan Mother had already spoken to Sunfire’s Sunspot Clouddancer, so he was waiting for the boxes. Runemaster explained how he wanted them placed, then sent the Clouddancer off to deliver the gift to the only Clan in Plague that both knew where the Clan lived…and had a dragon skillful enough to make something like that musical bug. When the Clouddancer arrived at the Clan in question, he placed the boxes next to each other near the cave entrance. As soon as he set it down, the second box vanished, not to reappear again until several hours after the first box had been found—and the overabundance of pieces had been discovered. This left one seemingly lonely single box, with with its note:

Fighting Pup…Some Assembly Required ….
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@Azure Thanks to Ayeaka, we now have a visual record of this event: [img]http://i.imgur.com/VrQka2h.png[/img]
@Azure

Thanks to Ayeaka, we now have a visual record of this event:
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@Aazhie [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=6426705] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/64268/6426705_350.png[/img] [/url] TD lay against the lumpy and oddly fleshy ground of the Rotrock Rim, patiently waiting for one of his targets to emerge from their lair. He and his Spiral gang had been tasked many weeks ago with wandering the Wasteland to pick up young dragons and bring them into the Clerisy's fold. On a few of his rounds, he had witnessed the alpha pair of this clan going about their day, and frankly, he thought the pair a bit persnickety. The Tundra was a lair-bound bore, and the Fae was always cleaning, it was enough to drive one mad! [i]Did they ever do anything crazy or have any fun?[/i] he wondered to himself. [i]Yes,[/i] he thought, [i]riling them up a bit would be doing them a favor.[/i] He wrapped a curl more firmly around the bucket he had brought with him. Now, all that mattered was which of them would be first to emerge from the safety of the lair. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8388396] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/83884/8388396_350.png[/img] [/url] Taphonomi stirred, sensing someone loitering on her clan's territory. This presence had appeared occasionally in passing, and she had assumed them to be a frequent traveler through these parts. Sensing no dangerous intent, she fluttered to the doorway. As the golden-winged fae appeared in the bright morning sun, the crimson spiral struck. TD launched his bucket, the energy from his spring-like coils sent the mass of rotten insects and gelatinous plant matter at Taphonomi with enough force to knock her back into the lair, disgusting slop spraying everywhere and leaving streaks across the floor. Maggots, mosquitoes, flies, and worms wriggled and buzzed amongst the gooey mess of Marsh Chokers, fungus, and mold. TD sped away, buzzing with joy and a mildly terrified adrenaline rush. He looped into the sky as he heard a ferocious cry behind him, and shrieked happily back "IT'S A GIFT! FOOD FOR YOU!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!!".
@Aazhie


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TD lay against the lumpy and oddly fleshy ground of the Rotrock Rim, patiently waiting for one of his targets to emerge from their lair. He and his Spiral gang had been tasked many weeks ago with wandering the Wasteland to pick up young dragons and bring them into the Clerisy's fold. On a few of his rounds, he had witnessed the alpha pair of this clan going about their day, and frankly, he thought the pair a bit persnickety.

The Tundra was a lair-bound bore, and the Fae was always cleaning, it was enough to drive one mad! Did they ever do anything crazy or have any fun? he wondered to himself.

Yes, he thought, riling them up a bit would be doing them a favor. He wrapped a curl more firmly around the bucket he had brought with him. Now, all that mattered was which of them would be first to emerge from the safety of the lair.


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Taphonomi stirred, sensing someone loitering on her clan's territory. This presence had appeared occasionally in passing, and she had assumed them to be a frequent traveler through these parts. Sensing no dangerous intent, she fluttered to the doorway.

As the golden-winged fae appeared in the bright morning sun, the crimson spiral struck.

TD launched his bucket, the energy from his spring-like coils sent the mass of rotten insects and gelatinous plant matter at Taphonomi with enough force to knock her back into the lair, disgusting slop spraying everywhere and leaving streaks across the floor. Maggots, mosquitoes, flies, and worms wriggled and buzzed amongst the gooey mess of Marsh Chokers, fungus, and mold.

TD sped away, buzzing with joy and a mildly terrified adrenaline rush. He looped into the sky as he heard a ferocious cry behind him, and shrieked happily back "IT'S A GIFT! FOOD FOR YOU!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!!".
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@Canisa

Feldspar and Tourmaline were caught off guard by the slime ball and quickly tried to wash the mess off, only making it worse in the process. They went from using water to rolling in the mud to try and scrape it off and then tried rolling in dust to try and make the mess dry faster. After this they sought out the nearest source of rags and towels to try and finish cleaning off, or at least they assumed it to be a collection of towels and rags. Unknown to them they had found the day's wash, hung out by Marigold to dry and when the skydancer returned the pair was long gone and she found all her work in a filthy pile of the ground. Someone was going to pay for this, she just had to figure out who. Gathering up the pile she stormed back to the cave, where she found Plumeria busily working on something while muttering darkly about thieves and poor quality control. Unbeknownst to the pranksters Plumeria had ordered something very similar from her home Flight recently and when she saw the box she had figured that the delivery had come early.

Marigold offered what little help she could and while assisting the fae as best as she was able, she explained the laundry situation. Needless to say, Plumeria instantly knew who was to blame and the pair set out to get back at the tricksters.

Not being terrible devious or vindictive by nature the plan Marigold helped create was nothing too spectacular, simply a lovely gift basket full of very deceptive food items. The baked seed mix was actually carefully cleaned and cooked beetles, the jell candies were all meat and fish flavored, the salted, dried fish strips were actually plantain chips, the jerky strips were carefully seasoned dried peppers and so on and so forth. It was a food basket designed to leave a bad taste in the mouth of any dragon who wasn't omnivorous and even then it might not be so fun depending on what the recipient was expecting.

Pleased by with her creativity Marigold set out and delivered the gift basket where she knew the intended target was likely to find it.

((Sorry I was slow with this one, I've been busy with work and things like grinding for the festival.))
@Canisa

Feldspar and Tourmaline were caught off guard by the slime ball and quickly tried to wash the mess off, only making it worse in the process. They went from using water to rolling in the mud to try and scrape it off and then tried rolling in dust to try and make the mess dry faster. After this they sought out the nearest source of rags and towels to try and finish cleaning off, or at least they assumed it to be a collection of towels and rags. Unknown to them they had found the day's wash, hung out by Marigold to dry and when the skydancer returned the pair was long gone and she found all her work in a filthy pile of the ground. Someone was going to pay for this, she just had to figure out who. Gathering up the pile she stormed back to the cave, where she found Plumeria busily working on something while muttering darkly about thieves and poor quality control. Unbeknownst to the pranksters Plumeria had ordered something very similar from her home Flight recently and when she saw the box she had figured that the delivery had come early.

Marigold offered what little help she could and while assisting the fae as best as she was able, she explained the laundry situation. Needless to say, Plumeria instantly knew who was to blame and the pair set out to get back at the tricksters.

Not being terrible devious or vindictive by nature the plan Marigold helped create was nothing too spectacular, simply a lovely gift basket full of very deceptive food items. The baked seed mix was actually carefully cleaned and cooked beetles, the jell candies were all meat and fish flavored, the salted, dried fish strips were actually plantain chips, the jerky strips were carefully seasoned dried peppers and so on and so forth. It was a food basket designed to leave a bad taste in the mouth of any dragon who wasn't omnivorous and even then it might not be so fun depending on what the recipient was expecting.

Pleased by with her creativity Marigold set out and delivered the gift basket where she knew the intended target was likely to find it.

((Sorry I was slow with this one, I've been busy with work and things like grinding for the festival.))
@CheckthePObox [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8926893] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/89269/8926893_350.png[/img] [/url] Obscure had been waiting in a tall pine tree for hours, she had asked Tea to look after their nest. She shifted uncomfortably, and looked down, waiting for Mimic to enter the clan's lair. The sun was setting, and though the sky was already too dark to see it, the land had grown significantly darker, and Obscure's eyelids felt heavy, she felt her grip on the rope loosen a bit, and jerked up, clamping onto it. She stretched and shifted a bit, and in just a few minutes, she heard rustling in the brambles below. She shifted, peered down, and readied herself. [img]http://i.gyazo.com/4d9d34b1b5e56c99fce23c2c956a19c5.png[/img]
@CheckthePObox

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Obscure had been waiting in a tall pine tree for hours, she had asked Tea to look after their nest.
She shifted uncomfortably, and looked down, waiting for Mimic to enter the clan's lair.
The sun was setting, and though the sky was already too dark to see it, the land had grown significantly darker, and Obscure's eyelids felt heavy, she felt her grip on the rope loosen a bit, and jerked up, clamping onto it.

She stretched and shifted a bit, and in just a few minutes, she heard rustling in the brambles below. She shifted, peered down, and readied herself.
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@karinaisab (This is really bad. D: Sorry! I haven't rp'd on here yet! XD) Axotl and Feathersong pop their heads out of the water and gaze into The Wisher's Court. The moon, high above them in the sky, reflects dimly on the choppy water. Axotl lets out a small squeak, satisfied that no dragons can be seen out in the Clan Home. They hop onto the shore and slip into the camp, slinging the packs off of their back. Grabbing the items out of the bag, they begin to sling them about the camp, making sure to put some in the water and caves. [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/food/114.png[/img][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/food/175.png[/img][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/food/29.png[/img] They close the bags, put them back on and head back into the water, retreating back to Plague territory.
@karinaisab (This is really bad. D: Sorry! I haven't rp'd on here yet! XD)

Axotl and Feathersong pop their heads out of the water and gaze into The Wisher's Court. The moon, high above them in the sky, reflects dimly on the choppy water. Axotl lets out a small squeak, satisfied that no dragons can be seen out in the Clan Home. They hop onto the shore and slip into the camp, slinging the packs off of their back. Grabbing the items out of the bag, they begin to sling them about the camp, making sure to put some in the water and caves.

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They close the bags, put them back on and head back into the water, retreating back to Plague territory.
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@Teeka [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=9385845] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/93859/9385845_350.png[/img] [/url] As it happened, it was Stargazer and one of the Nocturne younglings who first saw the “gift basket.” Stargazer, being a Tundra, immediately smelled something odd. The Nocturne, however, only saw a scrumptious meal, and before Stargazer could warn her, she snatched up what appeared to be a meat roll…and turned out to be rolled ivy leaves. Needless to say, she was not pleased. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=4161619] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/41617/4161619_350.png[/img] [/url] While the younger dragon hastily tried to clean out her mouth in the nearest stream, Stargazer contemplated the gift basket and its implications. He was not as unaware of things on the ground as some of the Clan thought him, and had in fact noticed much of the goings-on in and around the caves in the past week. It was obvious that there was a prank war going on, and someone had apparently decided to target food. The question, of course, was how to respond…but first, there was something else he wanted to do. Stargazer swept up the basket and carried it to the area where Beeblebrox and Duskcould lived. Beeb had been feeling a bit down lately, ever since Duskcloud had taken away his Magrathea scarf. A little game of improbability in his food was [i]just[/i] what the healer ordered! Setting the basket down just inside the cave mouth, Stargazaer smiled warmly at his Clanmate. “Tell me friend, what is the probability of an insect clump tasting like sardines?” Beeblebrox blinked, startled by the question, and then snorted. “O%. Even you should know that.” “Really? Care to place a wager on it? Say, you’ll let me borrow your far-seeing device if I’m right…and I’ll fish for you for a week if I’m wrong?” The wacky Ridgeback stared at the mild-mannered Tundra. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. “Deal!” Beeb dove at the improbable food assortment, his good humor fully restored. He didn’t even wince when the very first insect cluster turned out to be, in fact, sardines. It had been highly improbable that he would win a wager where winning guaranteed to make Stargazer leave his precious starcharts, after all. And losing the wager meant Beeblebrox would have hours of fun with the other food in the basket…why he would not know the contents of his next few meals until he bit down! Stargazer smiled, satisfied. His Clanamate was once again happy, in a way that wouldn’t truly endanger his health—though others might disagree. And the amateur astronomer now had access to the best device for seeing stars in the Clan. All in all, a perfect ending….except, of course, for the Tundra’s poor Nocturne apprentice. As he thought of her wild dash to the nearest stream, still spitting leaves, Stargazer’s contentment faded slightly. Something would have to be done to [i]properly[/i] express his gratitude to the Clan that had sprung that meal on his friend. Something…appropriate… Hmmm…he would have to think on this….
@Teeka


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As it happened, it was Stargazer and one of the Nocturne younglings who first saw the “gift basket.” Stargazer, being a Tundra, immediately smelled something odd. The Nocturne, however, only saw a scrumptious meal, and before Stargazer could warn her, she snatched up what appeared to be a meat roll…and turned out to be rolled ivy leaves. Needless to say, she was not pleased.


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While the younger dragon hastily tried to clean out her mouth in the nearest stream, Stargazer contemplated the gift basket and its implications. He was not as unaware of things on the ground as some of the Clan thought him, and had in fact noticed much of the goings-on in and around the caves in the past week. It was obvious that there was a prank war going on, and someone had apparently decided to target food. The question, of course, was how to respond…but first, there was something else he wanted to do.

Stargazer swept up the basket and carried it to the area where Beeblebrox and Duskcould lived. Beeb had been feeling a bit down lately, ever since Duskcloud had taken away his Magrathea scarf. A little game of improbability in his food was just what the healer ordered! Setting the basket down just inside the cave mouth, Stargazaer smiled warmly at his Clanmate.

“Tell me friend, what is the probability of an insect clump tasting like sardines?”

Beeblebrox blinked, startled by the question, and then snorted. “O%. Even you should know that.”

“Really? Care to place a wager on it? Say, you’ll let me borrow your far-seeing device if I’m right…and I’ll fish for you for a week if I’m wrong?”

The wacky Ridgeback stared at the mild-mannered Tundra. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. “Deal!” Beeb dove at the improbable food assortment, his good humor fully restored. He didn’t even wince when the very first insect cluster turned out to be, in fact, sardines. It had been highly improbable that he would win a wager where winning guaranteed to make Stargazer leave his precious starcharts, after all. And losing the wager meant Beeblebrox would have hours of fun with the other food in the basket…why he would not know the contents of his next few meals until he bit down!

Stargazer smiled, satisfied. His Clanamate was once again happy, in a way that wouldn’t truly endanger his health—though others might disagree. And the amateur astronomer now had access to the best device for seeing stars in the Clan. All in all, a perfect ending….except, of course, for the Tundra’s poor Nocturne apprentice.

As he thought of her wild dash to the nearest stream, still spitting leaves, Stargazer’s contentment faded slightly. Something would have to be done to properly express his gratitude to the Clan that had sprung that meal on his friend.

Something…appropriate…

Hmmm…he would have to think on this….
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@leopardbreath
A very fluffy dragon traveled into the icy lair. It was amazing no dragons had noticed him yet; his banana crackle was very hard to miss. With him he carried many scrolls, some of them much longer than others. Silently, he placed a scroll on each dragons' head; the scrolls, you see, were filled with stories of romance and love that are not there. Ever. Like, really, Armageddon and Tintaglya would never be together. What is Fanfiction thinking?
@leopardbreath
A very fluffy dragon traveled into the icy lair. It was amazing no dragons had noticed him yet; his banana crackle was very hard to miss. With him he carried many scrolls, some of them much longer than others. Silently, he placed a scroll on each dragons' head; the scrolls, you see, were filled with stories of romance and love that are not there. Ever. Like, really, Armageddon and Tintaglya would never be together. What is Fanfiction thinking?
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@Canisa

Mictlantecuhtli ended up in the prank war against his will. He was too dignified for such things, or that was what he told himself when he saw his cloak in the pile of filthy laundry. it was unacceptable, simply unacceptable and even if pranks weren't his thing, revenge was. Plucking one of the nicest feathers from his neck crest he carefully fashioned it into a quill pen.

He decorated it with small shells and beads until it was a fine and harmless looking thing, blue and white and pale purple, quite pretty really, but there wasn't time for him to admire his handy work, no, he needed to get ink for his creation.

The creation of the ink was a process best left undescribed, except to say that the mixture of plant pigments and finely ground minerals was as unpleasant as it was magically potent.

Once that was done he called upon his clouddancer familiar to deliver it. The hybrid creature set about the task with pleasing efficiency and the pen was swiftly delivered to the lair of the troublesome dragons that had dirtied his cloak. It didn't matter to him which of them received it. He knew enough of them were fond enough of writing that one of them would get it and use it and once they did they would be in for a shock.

If something were written with the quill in a cave or in the shade the writings would be ordinary, but if brought into the light of the sun they would change to reveal the innermost secrets and darkest thoughts of the writer.

Yes, a very good prank indeed.
@Canisa

Mictlantecuhtli ended up in the prank war against his will. He was too dignified for such things, or that was what he told himself when he saw his cloak in the pile of filthy laundry. it was unacceptable, simply unacceptable and even if pranks weren't his thing, revenge was. Plucking one of the nicest feathers from his neck crest he carefully fashioned it into a quill pen.

He decorated it with small shells and beads until it was a fine and harmless looking thing, blue and white and pale purple, quite pretty really, but there wasn't time for him to admire his handy work, no, he needed to get ink for his creation.

The creation of the ink was a process best left undescribed, except to say that the mixture of plant pigments and finely ground minerals was as unpleasant as it was magically potent.

Once that was done he called upon his clouddancer familiar to deliver it. The hybrid creature set about the task with pleasing efficiency and the pen was swiftly delivered to the lair of the troublesome dragons that had dirtied his cloak. It didn't matter to him which of them received it. He knew enough of them were fond enough of writing that one of them would get it and use it and once they did they would be in for a shock.

If something were written with the quill in a cave or in the shade the writings would be ordinary, but if brought into the light of the sun they would change to reveal the innermost secrets and darkest thoughts of the writer.

Yes, a very good prank indeed.
@Teeka [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=4106401] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/41065/4106401_350.png[/img] [/url] (couldn't make the Trickster's Bellcap appear) Unlike his son, Beeblebrox, Nimby the Ridgeback was not one to indulge in questions of improbability. Instead, he liked puns and near puns. As a result, most of the rest of the Clan tended to leave him to his own devices, and tried very hard not to indulge him. It was rather unfortunate from the Clan’s viewpoint, therefore, that it was Nimby, returning from a trek through the Focal Point, who saw the odd gift first. Puzzled by why someone would leave a quill just lying around, he picked it up and took it to his cave. He was a Ridgeback, after all, and he needed a nice new quill to work with, as his old one was getting quite tattered. Later that day, he pulled the quill out to record his daily observances of all the natural puns in the world. As it was a nice day, Nimby took the quill and ink outside to use…and promptly got a shock. Staring at what he had written, the odd Ridgeback gave a slightly crooked smile. He picked up the quill, grabbed a hat from the hoard, which he hastily donned, and headed towards Illusion, one of the quieter dragons of the lair. “Hello, niece!” He called happily, “Would you like to try my Think Ink? It works best when you’re thinking of something special!” Then he grinned, sweeping the hat off his head. “You can even wear this Think Ink Cap while you use it, so that all your thoughts will be guaranteed to be good ones!” For some reason, Illusion didn’t seem that impressed….and poor Nimby ended up having to clean himself off in the local stream--which had only just seen the last of a certain Nocturne female--after the Think Ink was dumped over his head. She even got his hat, too! (Illusion’s answer will be coming tomorrow…Stargazer in a few minutes)
@Teeka

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Unlike his son, Beeblebrox, Nimby the Ridgeback was not one to indulge in questions of improbability. Instead, he liked puns and near puns. As a result, most of the rest of the Clan tended to leave him to his own devices, and tried very hard not to indulge him.

It was rather unfortunate from the Clan’s viewpoint, therefore, that it was Nimby, returning from a trek through the Focal Point, who saw the odd gift first. Puzzled by why someone would leave a quill just lying around, he picked it up and took it to his cave. He was a Ridgeback, after all, and he needed a nice new quill to work with, as his old one was getting quite tattered. Later that day, he pulled the quill out to record his daily observances of all the natural puns in the world. As it was a nice day, Nimby took the quill and ink outside to use…and promptly got a shock. Staring at what he had written, the odd Ridgeback gave a slightly crooked smile. He picked up the quill, grabbed a hat from the hoard, which he hastily donned, and headed towards Illusion, one of the quieter dragons of the lair.

“Hello, niece!” He called happily, “Would you like to try my Think Ink? It works best when you’re thinking of something special!” Then he grinned, sweeping the hat off his head. “You can even wear this Think Ink Cap while you use it, so that all your thoughts will be guaranteed to be good ones!”

For some reason, Illusion didn’t seem that impressed….and poor Nimby ended up having to clean himself off in the local stream--which had only just seen the last of a certain Nocturne female--after the Think Ink was dumped over his head. She even got his hat, too!

(Illusion’s answer will be coming tomorrow…Stargazer in a few minutes)
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