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[The Skarzs]

OOC: Neither am I. . .

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Idea! Idea! Idea!

[The Skarzs]

OOC: Awesome; speak away!

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Bathroom first.

[The Skarzs]

OOC: Errr. . .

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Now you're off. Well, guess you'll have to deal until tomorrow!

[The Skarzs]

OOC: What was your idea?

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: NOT HERE!

[The Skarzs]

OOC: Okay, now that I know the idea, do you want to put it into effect?

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Can you do it? Please?

[The Skarzs]

OOC: Okay.

BIC: Garth heard something in the bushes, and crept slowly up toward the source. Suddenly, a strange creature with colorful tattoos all over him and wearing a mask popped up in front of him, crying shrilly, "Flitchaye!" Garth dropped the berries as he rushed the creature, whooshing the breath from it as he connected with it's gut. The squirrel wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he noticed a strange smell, and coughed as it filled his lungs. He became dizzy and disoriented, but he could see more than just he one creature around him now. Garth tried to back up and run, but his limbs felt like lead, and his eyelids felt so heavy. . . He slumped to the ground as his mind slipped into darkness.

[Cornflower MM]

Arya woke up, and yawned. Wait. Where was Garth? Maybe he just went to. . . . . Forage. Yeah, that was it. He was out foraging, and would be back soon.

[The Skarzs]

Garth didn't notice himself be dragged off through the forest, a smoldering bit of the strange aroma-giving plant kept close to keep him asleep. The Flitchaye brought him south and east of where Arya was now resting.

[Cornflower MM]

Arya was getting a little worried, and started going around the little camp in circles, hauling their gear. Soon enougfh, she found a male squirrel's pawprints, Garth's pawprints, and started followinmg. She saw the berry bush, and the cloak full of mushed berries. She rescued the cloak, left the berries, and started following draging marks.

OOC: Hah! Another, maybe kinda sorta brilliant idea!

[The Skarzs]

OOC: Cool! Shoot me a PM.

BIC: Garth, in his dazed half-consciousness, could hear whispering, then felt the dragging come to a halt. "Gettapot, we hava squirrelabeast!"