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[Reinholdt]

"Come one, come all! See the amazing, talking, precision shooting cat! He's spectacularly unique and a perfect shot! Heeeeee's REINHOLDTTTT!!!" The announcer with the top hat steps to his left, revealing a kitty with a sniper rifle.

"Thanks Mike," Reinholdt says as a crowd begins to gather. "Now many people wonder how a kitty could aim a sniper rifle, let alone operate one without opposable thumbs. But I have trained long and hard and here I stand today, despite the nay-sayers, a master at my art. Watch as I get a perfect bullseye on all three moving targets behind me in a matter of seconds!"

Reinholdt turns around to face three obviously standard shooting targets, moving seemingly randomly on a wall several yards aways. Taking aim, he takes one, two, three! shots rapidly in a row... and watches as the bottles at the ring toss explode, an entire line of balloons at the dart toss disappear with a rolling POP, and the dumbbell at the top of the strength test go DING! followed by a faint "ow!"

Mike leans close and whispers "Was that suppo..."
"Just roll with it. Quickly." Reinholdt growls.

Mike straightens and looks at the silent, dumbfounded crowd. "Let's hear it for REINHOLDT!!" The crowd breaks into cheers and calls for more. Reinholdt turns back to the crowd and bows. "I'm afraid that's all for now, come again in two hours for a surprising new show. Thank you all for coming."

((First day random point at Banjo1985. It seems he was the unfortunate soul who caught the ricochet. ))

[Istari]

Reinholdt since kittys shouldn't be given sniper rifles, they're deadly enough as it is

[Lex-Kat]

Sheelah, rests her head against the bars of her cell. Her wings in tatters. Those damn carnies.They wanted to use her as one of their freaks. She'd refused and tried to flee, but one of them, Shadow, had caught her foot and thrown her down.

They had destroyed her beautiful wings, and now people were coming in and gawking at her. A tear rolled down her cheek. Why couldn't they just let her be?

[Murska]

Sheelah, rests her head against the bars of her cell. Her wings in tatters. Those damn carnies.They wanted to use her as one of their freaks. She'd refused and tried to flee, but one of them, Shadow, had caught her foot and thrown her down.

They had destroyed her beautiful wings, and now people were coming in and gawking at her. A tear rolled down her cheek. Why couldn't they just let her be?

((Aww. So sad. ))

[Mordokai]

Sheelah, rests her head against the bars of her cell. Her wings in tatters. Those damn carnies.They wanted to use her as one of their freaks. She'd refused and tried to flee, but one of them, Shadow, had caught her foot and thrown her down.

They had destroyed her beautiful wings, and now people were coming in and gawking at her. A tear rolled down her cheek. Why couldn't they just let her be?

((Baldur's Gate: Shadows of Amn? Aerie?))

[Fawkes]

Actually I did. But since you claimed to be a boring villager, I'll have to weigh whether I share it with you or not.

But of course. I do not require to trust me.
Way to reveal my role to the masses, by the way.

[Supagoof]

Yeah! Death to Exachix! Right, he isn't playing.
Invisible castle told me to kill Fullbadder. I'm inoccent, I tell you.

You spoiled Llama's Fun! Every chance he gets he tries to kill that Rascaly fox in a game that Exachix isn't playing in, and someone ruins it.

Points at Lavidor for taking the fun away from Llama in the Fun House!

[Mountain_Faerie]

((Atreyu the Masked LLama, for not pointing at me. ))

Out of concern for the Griever, Faerie gives him her full pointing attention.

[Dallas-Dakota]

Lavidor, because we were just having fund bandwagoning against Exy while he's not in the game....

[Fawkes]

If I knew Exachix wasn't playing, I totally would have voted for him.

[Lex-Kat]

((Baldur's Gate: Shadows of Amn? Aerie?))

(((What?)))

[Mordokai]

(((What?)))

((Never mind, you obviously used refference of which you weren't even aware.))

[Lex-Kat]

((It's based off a T-Shirt I own of a fairy with just the skeletal outline of her wings. She looks very sad, to have lost her wings.

It's a painting by Amy Brown.))

[Wreckingrocc]

A 6 year old boy, far too young to be hanging around at a carnival unattended, soon emerges from the seer's tent. "Wow! He shouts. "I totally didn't know that I'm a normal kid with no job! And for only $20! That was totally worth it!" The boy runs down the road to the wacky house. The kid stands dumbstruck as he sees the world's tallest midget. "MOOOOM!" He shouts, "COME QUICK! IT'S SO COOL!" The boy gets so excited that he begins to run around, and, jumping everywhere, he soon crashes head-on into Dallas-Dakota. "Sorry, mister!" He shouts....

[Dragoon]

"Step right up, step right, see if you can make it all the way up to the bell-" The older man running the strength test was interrupted by the ricocheting bullet. "Mangy cat! Stop ruining my booth." He turning back and checking the damage, he would need to replace at least two parts. Turning to the disappointed crowd, "Due to unforeseen circumstances, I will need a few hours for maintenance, excuse me." Perhaps Aether had the parts he needed.

[Zar Peter]

I point at Xykon Fan for pointing at Shadow.

[hap_hazard]

Point at Zar Peter for pointing at Xykon Fan for pointing at Shadow.

[Fawkes]

Point at hap hazard for pointing at Zar Peter for pointing at Xykon Fan for pointing at Shadow.

[Recaiden]

Cats like Reinholdt are a commmon danger at carnivals.

[Reinholdt]

Sheelah, rests her head against the bars of her cell. Her wings in tatters. Those damn carnies.They wanted to use her as one of their freaks. She'd refused and tried to flee, but one of them, Shadow, had caught her foot and thrown her down.

They had destroyed her beautiful wings, and now people were coming in and gawking at her. A tear rolled down her cheek. Why couldn't they just let her be?

((Seesh. So sad. Can't let it stand.))
His rifle slung over his back, Reinholdt heads back to his tent after his... unique performance. Passing by the "Freak show" tent, he stops upon picking up the sounds of crying. Looking around, he quickly ducks under the flap. It seems the tent has had a temporary lull in visitors. Spotting the source of the sobbing, he moves closer, concern etched on his face.
"Hey? Are you alright?"

[Lex-Kat]

Sheelah looks up, hope shining brightly in her eyes. Vai jums saprast mani? Vai jūs varētu atbrīvot mani no šī cietuma?

[Shadowcaller]

A figure stands in the shadows of one of the tents in a dark coat whispering to himself. A Carnival goer walks up to the strange man.

Exhuse me, but do you know were I can buy pop-corn?

There..can be no life in... the void.

What?

Beoynd the stars they sleep, lifeless, ethernal. Those who devour the souls of the fallen.

Sir, you trying to sell something?

Your friends will abandon you.

Exhuse me but I don't think I can hear what you say.

You will betray your friends.

What?

Give in to your fears, kill them all-

Um I think i should be going now.

-before they kill you!

Bye! the carnival goer hurries of as fast as he can, leaving the strange man alone once again.

Do...come again...

((Yes, this is perfect character to role-play as in this game Zar Peter))

[Fawkes]

Gah! Let me out of this petting zoo! The llama's trying to kill me!

[Trog]

*The grizzled old bum wanders up hoping to find a piece of uneaten funnel cake amidst the crowd. Unfortunately for the crowd he bring his smell with him which mingles with the scent of cotton candy, axle grease, carcinogenic PVC bouncing castles and unwashed carnies already present.

He looks around at the assembled crowd suspiciously. Surely somewhere in this bunch there was a doped out teen and his dog scarfing down food, unmindful of his wallet. Or maybe a cute brunette with a short orange skirt and poor vision whose glasses he could "accidentally" knock off so he could stand back and enjoy the show. Or maybe he would just steal her scooby snacks instead. Life was all one big mystery to the mangy bum. But he knew one thing: Where there was mysteries and carnivals... there was bound to opportunities for those quick enough to take advantage of meddling kids.*

The old man points at Lavidor. You there. You in the port-a-potty line? Or did your parents just name you while waiting in one? he asked in a rhetorical wheeze as he butts in line for the john.

[Reinholdt]

Sheelah looks up, hope shining brightly in her eyes. Vai jums saprast mani? Vai jūs varētu atbrīvot mani no šī cietuma?

"Er...what?" Reinholdt took quite a bit of time just to learn English, being a cat and all. He had studied a little French, but this was something else entirely. A strange... Italian dialect, maybe? He had no clue.

"Um... You wouldn't happen to speak English? How'd you manage to get a job here without speaking English, anyways? Or, um... tu parle en francais?" Reinholdt listens and tries to understand what Sheelah is trying to say.

[Raiser Blade]

Sir. Piddington Smithe the third points at Llama

[The Valiant Turtle]

For some reason someone has placed a giant turtle in a giant hampster ball which he isn't really very good at controlling. He rolls by Sheelah's cage and awkwardly attempts to cheer her up.

They put me in a cage as well, mine just happens to be mobile.

That Shadow sure is evil

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

"First days always likes this," gargles the fishman from the chair in front of the tank he's actually supposed to be in. "Youse gets used to its."

He takes another guzzle from his beer, soaking himself again as it comes out his gills. At that point he just sort of looks at the can.

"Why do I drinks this stuff again?"

[Lex-Kat]

Sheelah looks at the Turtle in a ball, then backs to Reinholdt. Vai Jūs runāt latviešu? Un kāpēc es nevaru saņemt bumbu? Man palīdzēt pārtraukuma brīvi no šeit. Esmu nogurusi no visiem šiem cilvēkiem vērīgs uz mani. She begins to cry harder. Still staring at Reinholdt.

[Wreckingrocc]

The boy exits the room, and walks around the many rooms, looking for something to do. This is cool and all, but where are all the rides? The boy then spots Reinholdt, a gun slung across his back. With a quick glance, the boy panicks at the gun. Being a young kid, he runs up to the cat and grasps at the gun. A deep gasp escapes his mouth. "This kitty has a gun," the kid blurts out, holding the gun up high.