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[sundead]

[On this pleasantly overcast day (at least, in this part of Luceti... fairytales call for incredibly localized weather patterns) there is a nice, pleasant bridge over a cool brook. On the other side of the bridge is a beautiful place filled with the most wonderful food you can imagine, also known as the grocery store. So to get there, you're going to need to cross this bridge. Or one of the other bridges. But mostly this one.

That is, of course, why the creature now lurking underneath the bridge has called it his home.

Ayumu isn't interested in the grocery store today. He's a troll zombie zombie troll, and the only thing good enough for him is brains. I mean, goats. Either way, he's going to be stopping anyone who tries to pass... and you'd better hope you can pay his toll.]

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[sundead]

[what.]

No, it's my bridge. Always been that way. Don't you hear the stories?

[sundead]

It's my bridge, kid.

[being a mighty troll means you can push some weirdos around a little.]

[sundead]

I live here. Don't act like it's strange or anything. [like that last guy...]

[youkai-buster.livejournal.com]

... no, it hasn't... what stories?

[godbent]

Oh jeez, you too?

[SIGH]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

No, it's everyone's bridge.

[Wanna start something, bro.]

[falenandawn]

[But he had no money!

Luceti had no money, why is he even asking for a toll-] but I have nothing to give you.

[sundead]

Then it looks like I'm gonna have to eat you.

[don't ask how that would actually work Frey]

[sundead]

About the troll guarding this bridge, obviously.

[sundead]

I live here so it's mine.

[why are you being like this he kind of likes you normally Elliot]

[sundead]

'Me too' what?

[sundead]

[oh look, it's another goat. Just as promised.

Ayumu obligingly climbs out from under the bridge to block the path. He's a little annoyed from all the other visitors though, so he doesn't bother with the formal greeting -] Hey. You.

[youkai-buster.livejournal.com]

Really? Well, I didn't get the memo.

[chikaidestroyer]

[He frowns, his attention averting away from his horns (admiring them, perhaps?) to look at who had climbed up upon the bridge.

Despite himself, he finds himself ... intimidated. Inwardly, part of him scowls once again at the experiment.]

Yes?

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

If you're just going to pick fights with people trying to cross the bridge, I can't allow that!

[falenandawn]

[Frey won't, but the only excuse that comes to his mind he speaks without even thinking about how embarrassing it is.] But I am much too scrawny to eat! Someone else shall come along, they will be much more suitable for a meal, I am sure.

[Scrawny......

....

....

scrawny.

HE'S STILL GROWING DAMN IT.]

[godbent]

...Nothing, nevermind.

[She sighs and then heads to go across the bridge]

[sundead]

...Yeah, you do look pretty scrawny.

[sorry, Frey. But he backs off some at least, considering.] But, that doesn't mean you're not edible...

[sundead]

Well, you've got it now.

[he crosses his arms and stands right in the middle of the path. What're you gonna do about it?]

[sundead]

[he's just not getting it is he...]

Look. It's my bridge. I'm the bridge troll. If you want to cross, then pay up, or get lost. You're scaring the goats away.

[sundead]

You're a goat, right? [yes, Ayumu, that's fairly obvious.] Sorry, but I'm going to have to eat you.

[sundead]

[But Ayumu stands in the center of the bridge and puts out his hand.]

Hey. You don't get special treatment. Pay the toll first.

[sundead]

[By now Ayumu is very annoyed, and very hungry, and not willing to deal with any more goats and their tricks. It at least looks like this guy is less scrawny than the other two, though somehow. through the magic of the experiment.

Ignoring the formal greeting again he jumps out from hiding and puts on his scariest face.] Stop right there!

[youkai-buster.livejournal.com]

And?

[just going to step around him and try to continue on his way]

[chikaidestroyer]

[...A goat. A goat?

He raises a brow, blinking slowly.] You don't have to, do you? I don't have much meat on my bones at all.