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09/14/11(Wed)10:36 No.29656421>>29655923
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Gilda walked--limped, more like--back to the run-down shed that was serving as her base of operations, giving a few furitivave glances around to make sure she wasn't being followed. She slipped in, locked the door, and lit a candle; the room was full of various weapons, solutions, boxes with "DANGER" marked on them, contraptions, gizmos, tools, everything. She lumbered over to the desk, cleared away a blueprint, and took out a list and scratched out something.
She scowled at her list.It was more or less a testament to strikethrough. 40 plans so far and all of them failed to eliminate that pink pony. She read over the plans she'd already gone through.
"1. Give her a poisoned pie." She'd left it right in front of her, watched her eat like half the damn thing before trotting off just fine. Wondering if she had made the pie wrong, the griffon had stepped out of her hiding place and tried a piece of the pie. Turns out, vilewort is only toxic to griffons, not ponies.
"12. Lure her into a manticore's den." She'd laid a trail of candy right up to the sleeping manticore, and the pink pony ate every single piece before jumping over the beast without a care in the world, humming the whole time. When Gilda saw that, she punched the ground in frustration from the bush she was hiding in...which, apparently, is enough to wake one. She was glad she brought so much disinfectant and bandages. |
