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Tazenhani · 08-17-2011, 07:49 AM

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This man went by many names, today his was Frankie McSteel.. and quite frankly, Frankie was broke. For he spent his last knut at the pub. Passing by the petting zoo he was hit with the smell.... Then he looked down to a small pen full of nifflers... Heh.. Reaching down he picked one up, then scanning the crowds to make sure he wasn't seen, he slid the niffler in his overly large jacket and shuffled along......

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Originally Posted by grangerfan8

Jethro was idly chattering away with Juju Bee, suspicious blue eyes on all of the little kiddies and wizards wandering his enclosures when he spotted HIM. Some strange and ominous looking man trying to make off when one of his precious niffies! "THIEF!!"

He was tempted to jump up on his kiosk, but remembered how that didn't work out for him or his jarvey the last time, and settled for simply jabbing his finger in the man's direction. "Get back here, ya sticky fingered plonker!!"

Knowing that he couldn't leave all his other precious creatures, or Juju Bee, to chase after the man, he hastily glanced around to see if any officers of the LAW were around.

"OFFICER!!!" Jethro hollered at the man while keeping his finger fixed on the direction he'd just seen the THIEF. His jarvey perched perfectly on his well-toned forearm, shouting out her own curses. "Get'em! He STOLE my niffie!" He POINTED again to the crowd, not even sure if he could even see the man anymore.

NOW he noticed the man running the show. Noticed, heard, saw. The whole kit and caboodle.

But it wasn't him that he was concerned about. Just the jabbing finger and that one word. In a second his wand was out and his whole body was alert. Snapping around, he pushed himself onto his tipie-toes to get a better look over the crowd. Being as tall as he was, it wasn't really necessarily or practical, but more so instinctive.

In that general vicinity of the accusing finger, there was only one person that he really recognized from the petting zoo. Or rather, actually remembered being there not a few moments ago. Ol' mister long-coat.

Sabel didn't waste his breath on shouting and instead took to the fastest pace he could manage with the press of the crowd. If Long-Coat knew what was best for him, he would be bolting as soon as the man had started yelling, so there was simply no point in adding to that need. Damage was done.

Now, it was a matter of trying to reach the man as quickly as he could, as inconspicuously as he could and grabbing him as strongly as he could. And he put everything into reaching Long-Coat.

08-17-2011, 07:49 AM	#59 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: This man went by many names, today his was Frankie McSteel.. and quite frankly, Frankie was broke. For he spent his last knut at the pub. Passing by the petting zoo he was hit with the smell.... Then he looked down to a small pen full of nifflers... Heh.. Reaching down he picked one up, then scanning the crowds to make sure he wasn't seen, he slid the niffler in his overly large jacket and shuffled along...... Quote: Originally Posted by grangerfan8 Jethro was idly chattering away with Juju Bee, suspicious blue eyes on all of the little kiddies and wizards wandering his enclosures when he spotted HIM. Some strange and ominous looking man trying to make off when one of his precious niffies! "THIEF!!" He was tempted to jump up on his kiosk, but remembered how that didn't work out for him or his jarvey the last time, and settled for simply jabbing his finger in the man's direction. "Get back here, ya sticky fingered plonker!!" Knowing that he couldn't leave all his other precious creatures, or Juju Bee, to chase after the man, he hastily glanced around to see if any officers of the LAW were around. "OFFICER!!!" Jethro hollered at the man while keeping his finger fixed on the direction he'd just seen the THIEF. His jarvey perched perfectly on his well-toned forearm, shouting out her own curses. "Get'em! He STOLE my niffie!" He POINTED again to the crowd, not even sure if he could even see the man anymore. NOW he noticed the man running the show. Noticed, heard, saw. The whole kit and caboodle. But it wasn't him that he was concerned about. Just the jabbing finger and that one word. In a second his wand was out and his whole body was alert. Snapping around, he pushed himself onto his tipie-toes to get a better look over the crowd. Being as tall as he was, it wasn't really necessarily or practical, but more so instinctive. In that general vicinity of the accusing finger, there was only one person that he really recognized from the petting zoo. Or rather, actually remembered being there not a few moments ago. Ol' mister long-coat. Sabel didn't waste his breath on shouting and instead took to the fastest pace he could manage with the press of the crowd. If Long-Coat knew what was best for him, he would be bolting as soon as the man had started yelling, so there was simply no point in adding to that need. Damage was done. Now, it was a matter of trying to reach the man as quickly as he could, as inconspicuously as he could and grabbing him as strongly as he could. And he put everything into reaching Long-Coat. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.