George‘s pet hideout

"You won't! You won't!" Randi grinned and playfully stuck her tongue out. This was all a game to her: after all, where's the fun in life if you don't dance with death every once and a while.

"Oh come on!" Randi groaned. "Why climb the tree? I've got a weapon that shoots projectiles and your in no position to dodge them. And even if I miss and hit, say, your arm, then you're still in trouble. Can't climb a tree with a broken arm!" she whistled. "Guess you shoulda thought about that," She said, notching an arrow and aiming for his shoulder. "Oops," she mocked.

OOC: Sorry for the late post. I was at I-Trampoline today. Just got back.
I mutter, "Not only is she a lunatic, she is also actually pretty smart." I say, "Well, when you are ready to fight like... a true demigod," I avoided saying 'like a true man' because she was a girl and... yeah, "I will be in my cave."

"And why would I go down there? So you can kill me?"

I grin and say, "Why yes. That is the exact reason. And just so you know, you do have the option of leaving. I won't kill you as long as you stay out if my cave. I may be a psycho, murdering, lunatic, but I still have SOME honor rules. As in I won't kill or fight unless they wander into my cave. However, my hellhounds don't believe in said rules. So see you, or not." I go inside my cave.
OOC: You can have Randi leave if you want. My posts over the next few days are gonna be short and not as often (And they aren't that often now) as they have been. I have things I am doing for spring break. So Randi can leave or not, it doesn't matter to me either way.

Randi rolled her eyes, hopped down from the tree and left.