Hyrule Adventures 2

What? No profit this time? Well, I'll just have to fix that. Saber bent down to pick up another bundle of rocks and started throwing them once more with all the might he had left in his poor, aching limb. This time I'd better hit them all...

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"Six hits! Ye get anudder ten rupees there!"

Saber placed the profits in his satchel and immediately picked up another handful, still leaving his ten rupees on the counter. He wasn't going to leave until he ran out of money or fell to the ground of exhaustion. He hurled the rocks at the targets once again--surely they would run out by now?

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OoC: Might as well try again for memories. i forgot how many numbers to but, so forgive me Oh, and no one knows my ture identety yet, so now, imma change the Name's to Cloaked figure 1, and cloaked figure 2

IC: Two cloaked figures walk in. One sits down, and waits for the other. the Taller one, Takes his bow, and aims at the targets
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Saber
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"Well there, six hits'll get ya a good extra 10 Rupees once again. Here ya go!"

Link909
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"Another six-hitter! Means yer money back, and another ten rupees, my friend!"

It came as no surprise that Saber left his profit on the table and simply scooped up more rocks, once again trying his luck at this game of...luck.

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A simple smile formed on the second's face, the first....well, a bit of embarrassment. Grabbing more arrows, he decided to try again.

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Kamiko walked in thinking to herself when she realised that she had accadentaly happened apon the "Shooting gallery". When she realized what she did a smile wandered across her face. She placed ten rupees on the counter and said aloud; "This may not be what I was looking for and or thinking about doing but as long as I have some fun." and laughed as she walked up to one of the range and took aim.

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OOC: Man it'd be nice to hit the jackpot after years of not writing in HA

The rhythm of his weight as it sloshed between measured footsteps carried the sound of his stomach, a bloated satchel that stretched the fabric of his skin with the absence of food or beverage but spoke in deep visceral sounds from its sealed maw. Those sounds, the gurgles and tempestuous churning of an inner maelstrom bore out of his stomach and danced on top of his lips as it courted the saliva from his mouth in weighted figures.

"You know, boy, there isn't many times where I've met failure in my life...I can't say I've enjoyed her company, always bringing her friend hunger along."

A playful tune of blistering percussion erupted from the hull of his stature where the ounces of weight played their instruments in wild cacophony to a one goron crowd of embarrassed desperation that manifested itself in the cracked ensemble of shattered movements, jittery, and stale as Murray dragged his fingers across the table to court his ammunition.

Too weary with the passage of time, he left the gambling to a more nimble appendage; where as his feet and arms had become lethargic in its company with time, his mouth and tongue had grown agile in its tarantella.

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Edit: If by any chance you respond to this before I hit ten rupees. Do you mind waiting for a few minutes while I post two more times?!

EDIT AGAIN: Never mind...i gave some deku wood to the goron in parapa desert...at least i hope that's the right desert...so as soon as you go check that...i'll have 25 rupees to gamble away!!!

SABER (Five right, ten rupee profit)
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LINK (Seven right, thirty rupee profit)
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KAMIKO (Three right, money back)
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MURRAY (Eight right, thirty rupee profit)
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Ecstasy coursing through every limber movement of his mouth as he sloshes the ammo back and forth; back and forth; the callous surface of each bullet gnawing at the back of his mouth and to the front against jagged and gnarling teeth, every so often glinting in the light that escaped the nearest window. Murray, determined to win more money, determined to satiate his satchel as well as the barren landscape that characterized is stomach flailed forward as his neck whipped back and shot forth a stream of ammunition that buried the air in sounds of gun shots and the churning of his stomach's malicious timbre.

Air broken and saline, palpable between the beads of sweat the glazed his brow, "I'ma win this gran' prize"

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OOC: I was one away from the grand prize! ONE AWAY!

MURRAY (Two hit, five rupees back)
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OOC: Well, there's the two you missed last time. Pity we can't combine them, yeah?

When will we get rid of this prize of ours? *sigh*

More money...more money...I want a second shirt, damn it...

Once again leaving his profit on the table, he picked up more rocks, adamantly flinging them forward at the targets. He was not going to leave until his wallet was overflowing.

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Rosen's eyes widened at the shock of only hitting two targets. Jaw unfurled to show a lapping tongue against the dry air, he struck another bargain for more ammunition. With a handful of bullets in his hands he tapered his eyes, slitting them so that the only thing visible through the wrinkled sockets were his targets.

With that in mind, he reeled back the whole of his arm, a massive leviathan of an arm, and threw as hard and as precise as any goron with the cataracts of his age could possibly throw, especially not without the token yell that pervaded the air as his momentum took the breath out of his lungs.

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SABER(Seven hit, thirty rupee profit)
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ROSEN(Six hit, ten rupee profit)
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