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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 9:51 am
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Sitting on the grounds of Amityville High just outside the Demon dormitory building was, in fact, a demon.
Or at least, he might have been a demon, or maybe it was just someone taking up space, because Llyr was about the most un-demonish demon that there could be. He didn't care much for personal attire, he loved everybody equally, and he was currently threading flowers together to make another crown, a pile of about five or six already in existence beside him.
He hummed a little tune, gave a pleasant smile to the disgusted looking third year demon that passed by him on the way into the dorms, and went back to what he was doing.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 11:03 pm
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The first demon that Llyr had encountered at Amityville High had been some unknown wrath demon that lived up on the third floor. Llyr had only been in the dormitory building for a few days when he'd stumbled across him, and even then he'd merely wandered vaguely past, giving him a little smile in greeting as he flitted past on his way to the Demon Dorm lounge. He'd taken a seat on one of the couches, pulled his legs up beneath him, draped the cloth of his toga-like outfit over his knees, and spent the next ten minutes absently looping flowers together. A whole pile of them sat in his lap - some green, some blue, some pink, a few scattered purple ones - and for the most part, he'd been uninterrupted.
At least until the wrath demon had found him.
Llyr had been under the impression that he was doing no harm sitting in the lounge playing with his flowers, but the wrath demon (a large, blue-haired brute with a mean face and an unpleasant smile) had all but kicked him out, saying something along the lines of how he was "disgracing the demon name by doing something so weak minded and pathetic" and that "no demon in their proper mind would sit and have such a silly, meaningless habit."
Llyr, of course, hadn't minded in the slightest, and hadn't really understood, so he'd stepped outside to continue with his craft, and had spent most of the afternoon doing just that.
That had been quite a while ago, and the routine had continued the more that Llyr stayed at Amityville High. He would go to the shared lounge in the Demon Dormitory, come across someone unpleasant, and then simply move himself outside instead. This was not always the case; there were many in the Demon Dorms who were quite easy to get along with and who didn't seem to mind his habits, but, as it was in all things, there were both good and bad things about living in a shared dormitory building.
At least he didn't have a roommate, though Llyr secretly sort of wished that he did, because then he would always have someone to talk to when he returned to his room at the end of the day after classes and being outside. It was occasionally quite lonely to return to nothing, after all.
Still, Llyr was relatively satisfied with his life at Amityville, and he quite enjoyed the outdoors and nature and the like, which was why he was currently outside at present moment (that, and the same demon had all but kicked him out again, not that Llyr was unhappy with this), looping little flowers through each other, twisting the stems together, and then tying them together so that they formed a sort of chain. He put one blue one next to a green one, and wound the stems together, then added a pink one.
It was approximately five minutes after Sludge had crouched down in front of him that Llyr actually noticed that someone was watching, and then another five minutes for him to actually talk, Llyr slowly finishing what he was doing as he added a final white flower.
"Oh, hello!" he said, lifting his gaze (finally) to see the other boil, and a wide smile wormed its way across his face, Llyr looking very pleased to no longer be sitting alone. He set the mostly finished flower crown carefully down in his lap, twisted sideways, and began to browse through the finished pile currently sitting next to him. After a moment's consideration, he finally decided on a blue and purple one, and Llyr turned back to the boil, setting it proudly down atop of his head. Then he clasped his long, scaled hands together in delight.
"Perfect," he said happily, and smiled again. "Are you a visitor? I have not seen you around, but I very much like your tail. Your hair is quite lovely too, it is very long, like mine! See?"
He pulled a few locks of his own dark hair over one bare shoulder and showed the boil. "Our hair is similar, and yours looks much better now with my flower crown, so I think we should be friends, don't you? My name is Llyrendil, but you may call me Llyr. What is your name?"
He blinked at him, looking very expectant.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 12:48 am
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The experience that Sludge had during his first few days in the monster dorm had been a little different. Since the monsters represented so many different cultures it was hard to have a single standard to live to. Many monsters he had noticed liked to walk around being loud and expressing a lot of bravado, and he had to be careful to keep out of the way of those monsters. He supposed it was a survival sort of thing; the bigger and stronger you were the better off you would be, so if you walked around picking off the weaker ones then you were perceived strong.
It was something he didn't worry too much about however. He kept to himself, and if he saw a monster coming he either stood his ground or he slipped away. Usually the latter, as he had come to realized many creatures here far outclassed him. Which was understandable, as he was a lowly drone. He was suited to performing tasks instead of fighting. But if he was unable to evade them, he could always make a small cut on his hands and sprinkle them with his blood. It then gave him some time to escape while the other part panicked and then realized the only thing that happened was that the acid wrecked their clothes.
So far, Sludge could say he had been learning, if only a little, but enough to at least understand what creeple were telling him. It was still difficult for him to communicate with others, and he imagined it would take a long time to master the art of talking. As for making friends, that was a concept he had yet to grasp, and so was not concerned with the idea of being alone.
For now though he was in the company of this demon, who was focused on making some sort of flower ring. He watched Llyr twist, tie and loop the flowers together, the color combinations making very eye catching decorations.
The demon then looked up to him, placing a purple and blue flower ring on his head, positively beaming. Sludge cocked his head, eyes going cross-eyed as he tried to look at it. What was it supposed to do? Some time of control device?
As Llyr talked, Sludge watched him making his little screeching sounds. The boil was asking him many questions, and he did not know how to answer them all. Instead, he just nodded his head and picked up a few of the flowers around where he was sitting. Softly growling under his breath, he began to loop, twist and knot the flowers in a similar way Lly had done. Soon though it was clear he was not as good as the demon, ended up making a ball of tied up flowers. Hissing, he tried again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 3:11 pm
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Llyr raised his eyebrows, giving the boil a curious sort of look. He was rather interesting looking, all dark hair and dark eyes, with protruding spikes that pushed out of his back and a long, strange tail slithering behind him. Llyr had never seen such a creature before, and it utterly fascinated him.
It was very hard to resist the urge to lean over and just prod those spikes, Llyr focusing on the matter at hand.
The boil seemed very confused by his flower crown offering, which was unusual; most that he met seemed pleased to receive such a thing, and Llyr smiled brightly at him. Perhaps he had never received a flower crown before, and did not know what it was! That was certainly an applicable explanation!
"They are to make you prettier than you already are!" Llyr said enthusiastically, gesturing towards the crown atop his head. "You are already quite intriguing looking, but this will make you look even better!"
The boil had picked up a few of the flowers, and Llyr was delighted to see that he was trying to do the same thing. Reaching out, Llyr gently touched the boil's hands.
"Here, try this," he said encouragingly, and guided his fingers a little, trying to show how to loop them together. "it's a little hard at first, I'm afraid, but once you get the hang of it you'll be fine!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 1:50 pm
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"Sludge?" Llyr repeated, blinking at the boil, and then he smiled. "Sludge is a very good name, I think. You have a good face and a good name, I think that is very good! You are a very interesting boil, and I think we should be friends!"
He pushed his hair off of his shoulder and added, "Are you new to Amityville? I believe I am new to Amityville too, but it also feels like I have been here a while, and that confuses me..."
Llyr trailed off, gazing into the distance.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 11:22 pm
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Llyr stared curiously at Sludge's teeth, then reached up a hand and touched his own, almost subconsciously, as though he were feeling the difference between the two of them. But then his fingers fell away and he gave the boil a wide smile.
"Yes, you can scare them!" he said. "They are scary to us sometimes, but we are somewhat better at being scary, so we can go and scare them. Perhaps not the ones like Solia - she is my friend, so we don't need to scare her, she is too nice! She is not like that other hunter, the one that attacked me so meanly."
He seemed very sad about this thought, Llyr's expression drooping somewhat.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 9:07 am
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The moment the flower crown touched Llyr's head, he immediately brightened, his eyes wide, his expression shifting from one of despondency to one of pleasure and surprise. He reached out and slid his arms around the boil, giving him a hug.
"Thank you, Sludge!" he said happily. "You are trying to cheer me up, aren't you? You are a good friend, and a good boil."
He let go, beaming, and patted the top of the boil's head affectionately. "Maybe I will make you some spookies as a thank you for your kindness."
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