02-19-2020, 11:55 PM
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[div style="margin: auto; background-color: #fff; max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: #000; overflow: auto; padding: 6%; margin-top: 10px; line-height: 17px; border: #000 solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 1px; "]Had she known what this was about, Sweeney probably would have chosen to stay behind until someone else had showed up, someone older and someone more in gear to be able to deal with something like this. But for all she knew, this was a band of joiners that she could try and boss around, joiners that smelled a lot like swamp and knew Kydobi's name, but joiners nonetheless. "Mr. Kydoobi isn't around any longer, and I'm in charge." The child would lie, something obvious by her demeanor and the way she stumbled over the words - not to mention her age alone would deter anyone form believing that - "A-and if you're here to join, there's too many of you! Go away and come back maybe three at a time at most... it'll be too hard to talk to you this way." She would look over to Leroy, tail fluffed up and ears pricked, trying to look her most threatening, but, instead, looking more like a q-tip with legs.