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(ooc: IF EITHER of those birds poop on my statues they'll be deep fried and served to my rabid chihuahuas!)
~She continues her search for Deiter in the halls that now belonged to her. Her eye turns a corner and she sees Larry and Mistral. Her muscles
give a spasm and she retreats swiftly behind the wall. She shakes her head, putting her hand to her slightly feverish fore. She mutters to herself.~ "All I needed was an earthquake..." ~She rolls her eyes and turns back, trying to find a way around. She looks helplessly at the repetitively fashioned hallway. Shrugging her shoulders and moving her hands to her pockets.~ "I need to put a leash on that man." ~She exhales loudly, eyes wary of her surroundings. She absent-mindadely rubs the scythe on her wrist, fidgeting in any way she could to distract herself.~ "Deiter..." ~She growls the word but her muscles relax a fraction as well.~
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