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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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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[oops latest tag ever >>

Elliot happens to be out for a walk today. He's not headed to the store or anything like that (he has no reason to be there unless his servant goes to pick up food), but he notices someone lurking under the bridge, and he certainly has a thing or two to say about that.

Of course, as he nears the bridge, he gets the vague feeling that he recognizes whoever is lurking underneath there. He kind of just stares for a moment before loudly confronting the guy.]

What the hell are you doing?

[sundead]

[oh it's... this guy again. And he's angry as usual. Ayumu wonders why he's acting like there's something weird going on.]

Right now? Sitting.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Under a bridge?

[Is this some kind of zombie thing?]

[sundead]

It's mine. [obviously.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Since when?

[sundead]

[why are you looking like that....]

Since always.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

You haven't been staying under here this whole time, have you?

[sundead]

I live here. [duh...] If I leave people will just cross whenever they feel like it.

[and that's terrible.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot crosses his arms. Does he have a problem with this? Of course he does.]

And what if they do?

[sundead]

[Ayumu crosses his arms too.]

Then I stop them.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

And who gave you that right?

[sundead]

It's my bridge, kid.

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

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

No, it's everyone's bridge.

[Wanna start something, bro.]

[sundead]

I live here so it's mine.

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

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

["You're scaring the goats away."

You know what?

You know what?]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not gonna pay any toll! What're you gonna do about it?!