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Fourteenth Swarm || [Action]
Oct. 1st, 2011 08:15 pm[Shino wakes up in one of the shops around town in a rather… different form from the one he’s used to. That’s right, Shino was transformed into a miniature plushie version of himself. Now the most reasonable thing to do would be to pick up his journal and ask for help. But unfortunately, he could only imagine the laughs upon his comrades faces at his current form. So screw that noise.
After her very stealthily (Or at least he hopes it’s stealthily. Feel free to find a small plushie Shino wandering about one of the shops) sneaks out of the shop he’s going to try to take the long way back home. And by long I mean he’s going to stick mostly to the forest and not risk being seen by anyone. Unfortunately Shino forgets there are wild animals in the forest. And wild animals tend to not like very small walking things. And his bugs? Well tiny little toy spiders don’t tend to do a lot of damage against… well anything.
And so commence a tiny Shino plushie sprinting out of the forest at full speed and throughout Luceti with a boar chasing behind him. And the whole time. The whole time he’s running for his life, his hands doesn’t leave his jacket pockets. That’s how much of a bamf he is.]
[ooc: I gotta go for a bit. So replies will come later.]
After her very stealthily (Or at least he hopes it’s stealthily. Feel free to find a small plushie Shino wandering about one of the shops) sneaks out of the shop he’s going to try to take the long way back home. And by long I mean he’s going to stick mostly to the forest and not risk being seen by anyone. Unfortunately Shino forgets there are wild animals in the forest. And wild animals tend to not like very small walking things. And his bugs? Well tiny little toy spiders don’t tend to do a lot of damage against… well anything.
And so commence a tiny Shino plushie sprinting out of the forest at full speed and throughout Luceti with a boar chasing behind him. And the whole time. The whole time he’s running for his life, his hands doesn’t leave his jacket pockets. That’s how much of a bamf he is.]
[ooc: I gotta go for a bit. So replies will come later.]
