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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:30 pm
Tybalt remained in place, though there wasn't much else he could do. The she-wolf had a damn good grip on his arm, preventing him from leaving to anyways. Still, he imagined that the stitching was going to be quite painful, so it was only natural that she wanted to cling to someone.
"I'm ready to leave. That's for sure." He answered when it was all over. The sight of the gym at this time wasn't doing much to improve his mood. The sooner they could get away from it the better.
"I'll get his stuff, can you get Jove?" He asked. Picking up the shard of Red that Jove had managed to break off, a little amazed that the tiny wisp had gotten such a large piece.
"See you around Chuppi, Doc and thanks!" He called, moving out of the tent.
Exiting!
(( Sorry! Been busy and lost the other posts >>;; ))
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 6:15 pm
Simone: Blue tentNight was doing a damn good job of keep the ghoul distracted. Of course, it didn't hurt that was didn't want to see what the plague doctor was doing or how deeply some of the shards went. She was just glad that there hadn't been any piece of glass malicious enough to go all the way through her foot. Had that happened, she would have had to have a sit down (obviously) and a good cry, cursing and lamenting some things until someone came to bring her home. It would have been, ah, embarrassing(?), maybe just a little neat, if she had to have been brought back by a boogyman. Simone didn't even know if they had gone out to where they had been. Maybe they did, maybe they didn't, but now wasn't the time to be mulling over what could have happened, what didn't so on and so forth.
Simone had to resist the urge to roll onto her side so that she may face her boilfriend, but kept still so as not to disturb Malodore's work. Well, that and if she rolled over, she would have to quickly grab hold of the shirt that Night had draped over her to cover up her nakedness. Now, she didn't mind her own nudity is some situations, but this one was one of those situations that fell into the 'do mind' category, apparently. She did curl her own tail over to curl around his.
"I do say," The demoness said with a slight grin. The chuckle she gave didn't breach her lips, but it was a honest one. He was such a good guy, her kitten. A sweetheart and a goofball to boot. Refocusing her gaze towards his face, she bit her lip to try to restrain her smile before speaking. "Well, big and fluffy, yes. Bunny, no. They're sheep slippers. One is black with a bow tie and the other is creamy white with a bow on her ear. Pretty bad, huh?" She laughed at her choice of slippers. She had brought two with her to school, the cute, sexy ones with the kitten heel and her sheep slippers. Her fuzzy sheep slippers were super cushiony and soft and were strictly her dorm room slippers. Simone shrugged as her ballet flats were dismissed as an option for her. She could handle having to wear slippers until suitable shoes were found. Huh, getting carried around the maul in slippers. It'd be something different to say the least! Although, somewhere in her mind, she had to stifle the impish curl that was trying to take form on her lips. The mental image of her clinging to the ghost's back and pointing him from shop to shop to check things out was quite a fun thought, but she decided she'd do her best to restrain herself. Giving a little shake of her head to drive herself from her reverie, she smiled up at Night. "You can already carry me around. If you get a whole lot stronger, you'll be able to juggle me or something."
The demon grew quiet as she lifted her head to peek down the front of herself. She was met by the tops of her boobs and she sighed as she laid her head down again, shifting her eyes to Night. "Yeah, considering that all that you see on me is the remains of my dress." It hadn't been a cheap one either. Ah well. There would be other latex corset dresses. She was just glad to have gotten out of there mostly okay, for the most part. "Kitten, you might have to put your head under a pillow when we get to my room. I'd like to at least put on some proper underthings before we get to snuggling. You'll either have to pack me over to my dresser or set me down on my bed or chair and pick something out for me."
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 7:13 pm
Purple Tent~
Nuk was thoroughly preoccupied right up until the point Shehk shrieked.
"HEY."
His bark could have been heard halfway across the gym, echoing against the sides of the dank wooden walls. Most of the occupants of the purple tent went completely still -- despite most only half-conscious from their injuries, at least two dozen eyes swiveled to focus on the skinwalker, surprise and perhaps a little disdain evident in their gaze at his interruption of their healing process. As usual, Nukpana looked like he didn't give a damn, his own attention focused entirely on where their Good Nurse was apparently harassing Shehk. From the entrance to the tent, the second-year monster scowled at Cricket, back hunched and shoulders raised with the viciousness of a wild animal, muscles wire-tight as he narrowed his eyes, bristling visibly. In one palm, the bottom of a slightly-bent metal bowl full of water was cupped, the fingers of his large hand curling almost over the brim, but it seemed it had been long since forgotten, and a wonder that it hadn't been accidentally discarded already.
Glancing between the faculty and student briefly, Nuk's brow furrowed further into an a hostile stare, crossing the room in a few long, purposeful strides.
"Does it LOOK like it hurts? Yeah? So don't touch it," he growled in a gravelly tone, seemingly haven't forgotten he was talking to not only someone far stronger than himself, but a teacher no less. Still, where had it been someone more his caliber he most certainly would have given them a roughing-up, he didn't move to touch her, keeping a full arms-distance away, clearly waiting for Nurse Cricket to finish her FEARhealing or leave.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 7:31 pm
Purple Tent
"I have already been dealing with burns that went into damaging pain receptors today, young man." Cricket replied, obviously unthreatened, but she pulled her hand away from the burn, leaving in it's place several of the same glowing creatures that had devoured burned tissue away from the backs of Damien and Bul earlier. Still, Shehk was much more sensitive to it and she attempted to curl into a fetal ball during the process, her fingers twisting up the sheet of the cot she'd been left on.
Either way, with that task set in, she moved away to fiddle through her box of 'magic' potions (not really magic, mostly science to be exact), getting a paper cup to pour some of one of them into before offering that to the Pricolici. Shehk took a moment before she actually took it from the ghost woman, before Cricket left again. The pricolici practically choked on it to swallow the medicine down, not really made for ingesting not-raw-meat on her part, but once that was finished, she moved to make a space next to her, patting it with one of her hands.
Shehk didn't actually ask for it, but it was hard to deny that she was wanting the skinwalker to come and join her before she grimaced again and turned her face back into the pillow, her tail puffing up. When Cricket returned again, she came with a sort of swab, a roll of bandages, and a clean scrub-top that Shehk could be changed into, but she first gave the skinwalker a long look.
"If you want to hold her hand or something, this might be the time to do it." she advised, not sounding to care whether which way the boil went about his decision. Instead, she gave enough time for him to make up his mind before she took the cotton ball, doused it in a very...pungent smelling liquid, before rubbing that over the burn on the ghoul's back.
To Shehk, it burned like a million suns and even muffled into the pillow the pained noises could be heard. But when all was done, all Cricket was left to do was to bandage over the ghoul's back, patting it down lightly.
"She's done." the ghost said, looking to Nukpana, then taking her leave of the pair.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 8:28 pm
Nightengale XIII: Blue TentHe could tell that Simone was focusing on him more then she was on the glass in her soles. That was good in fact, brilliant if he did say so, especially because every time he looked over, Maladore was doing a fantastic job of removing him. He continued the mindless chatter for his girl, amusing her. He laughed at the image of her slippers before choosing to speak, "Sheep? Well, I've never seen them but those sound adorable and I should get to see you in them." He snorted again before watching her shift.
"I'll carry you where ever you want Baby." He reached down to touch her back, a light flutter over her spinal cord before looking up at Maladore. "If you don't mind me bugging you Mal but...Are you almost done? Does she have much longer?" His tail twitched before he blushed at Simone's suggestion. Picking out her lingere!?!? "No No, Simone, I think we'll figure out a way for you to get some on." He waved his hands and looked at Maladore, expecting a comment on what she said...or perhaps more on the status of her feet. He wanted to get his girl home soon.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 12:57 pm
Blue Tent"Soon, soon," Malodore said in response to Night's question. It sounded amused at the conversation it was overhearing! But the distraction was good - without twitching toes or tensing the shards were coming out much more easily. The little tray next to the plague doctor was filling up with bloodstained bits of glass. "I believe I am nearly done removing the pieces..." Indeed, in a few more minutes it judged the demoness' feet to be free of glass. Gently, it washed her feet with water again, being careful to rinse the now emptied wounds. Then it bandaged the soles thoroughly, applying more painkiller and healing salve underneath the bandages. "Now... take some extra of the healing salve, and the bandages. Please wash and re-bandage twice daily until the scabs appear, and be very sparing with your movement. Today... ah, please do not walk today," it said with regret. "Perhaps you can carry her, sir? If not, I am sure we can find someone who can provide conveyance."
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 9:05 pm
Simone: Blue tent Briefly hiding her face in the pillow, she peeked back up at him with a cute little grin on her face. "And so you shall, when you get me back to my room." She chuckled softly. "Well, kitten, my room will be a perfectly fine to start. It's not like I'm going to ask you to carry me all over the place. I don't consider myself such a terrible taskmaster." If she had the proper equipment for it, she probably would have given a little purr of her own at the feel of his hand on her back. Lacking those, she smiled. When Night's attention shifted back to the plague doctor, Simone shifted to fold her arms under her bust to better look over her shoulder and not flash anyone who may happen to look her way. It was comforting to know that it wouldn't be much longer before she and her boilfriend can go to her room. The avarice demon did hear the amused tone in the doctor's voice and she didn't mind in the slightest.
The ghost boil's obvious surprise was quite pleasing for the demoness. Her tail curled up to coquettishly curve over the backs of her thighs. "Oh, nonsense, kitten. It isn't like you haven't seen me in my underwear. You can just drop me off on my bed, pick something for me to wear, then I can slip under the covers and make myself decent. I'm a ghoul. We have some serious mojo when it comes to putting on or removing our own undergarments." Smiling impishly, she batted her lashes up at him. "I'll just pop out when I'm done and all will be well...Although, pajamas or a robe might be nice. We'll have to see how I'm feeling. Huh?" In truth, when alone in her own dorm, she couldn't care less if she was in her pjs, her robe, her everyday clothes, or totally naked. She would have to see what Night was feeling like, but at present, considering all that had happened, naked wasn't an option today.
The rinse of water prompted her to quiet for a moment and it appeared that she was half debating on whether or not to turn at her waist to see how it was going. Simone found one of the sleeves of the shirt that Night had draped over her and tugged the shirt over some so that it may conceal her bust in case she did decide to half-turn to watch how Malodore was doing. A brief moment passed before she settled back down with her arms folded beneath her. The fact that her feet were now glass free made her want to wiggle her toes or curl her feet to see how that would feel, but had a feeling that it wouldn't end up well, so the demoness did manage to keep her feet still while the plague doctor applied more numbing agent and healing salve before wrapping them up.
While Malodore worked away at finishing up her feet, she shifted her attention to Night. "Hey, Night, how are you wanting to carry me out of here? Like how you brought me over her, all bridal style, or will I be riding on your back? I'd be fine with either. I think if I were on your back, it'd be easier for you to keep your balance and I could hang on to help." Of course, that particular method meant that her boobs would be pressed against his back, but whatever. "Hm. I don't want to make you fall what with that head wound of yours. Think you can handle me, my big, strong kitten?" Not so much a challenge, but more of a tease. She really didn't want to make him lose his balance and potentially hit his head, again. That would make her feel terrible. With her feet all wrapped up, Simone rolled over onto her back, making sure to pull the shirt over to her front as she moved. Sitting up after tucking the sleeves of the shirt under her arms, Simone nodded at the instructions. Ugh, scabs. Gross but a necessary part of healing. Visibly wincing at the idea of scabs, she shook her head before speaking, committing the plague doctor's instruction to memory. "I won't. I just want to go to my room and lay in my bed, so no worries about me walking anywhere. I'll be sure to wash and change the bandages twice a day. I will, ah, take it easy for a while." The demon gave a little mental sigh over the heels that she wouldn't be able to wear until her feet healed to a point that wouldn't risk opening up her cuts. That would suck more than not being able to add a few inches to her height. Pondering briefly, she wondered about how long she would be bandaging and re-bandaging her feet. A few days, a week, a couple? Obviously some of the shallower cuts, the more superficial ones would heal faster, but those weren't the ones she was really worrying about. "Thank you, Malodore. I appreciate this." Never mind that this is what he sort of did anyway. His help was still appreciated.
Looking to Night, she place a hand on the sleeve of his sweatshirt. "Think you can handle me? I don't want you to get hurt on my account, even if you are meaning well." Lust didn't doubt his strength, he had carried her before and was able to support her and pick her up a few times before. She asked, a tired sounding note slipping into her voice. Oh, curling up in her own bed with her Kitten was sounding so very nice at the moment.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:40 pm
Nightengale XIII - Blue tentNight was quiet as Simone talked before shaking his head. Sure he was used to seeing Simone...well in the more intimates but...for some reason the thought of seeing her in nothing but those lacy cup things that held her breast up and a think cloth that she called panties well...It was all too much. His face was pretty red as his tail flicked around with embarrassment, Could a tail do that? His certainly was.
He looked over as Mal finished his treatment before looking back to Simone and smiling. "I think it would be easier to carry you on my back." he said simply before looking down at her own bare back before running his fingertip over it. "But you'll have to put on the shirt. As much as I would enjoy it, Others don't need to see it." His eyes only darkened at the thought of another laying eyes on her half naked body...or fully naked...Whatever.
"Let's get you to your room then baby." He waited for her to put on the extra shirt before turning his back to her, bending down so she didn't have to move much. He looked up at the Plauge doctor and nodded.
"Thanks for all the treatment Mal. You've been well....awesome." He gave the doctor a cat's grin and once He had Simone carefully placed on his back, moved out of the Blue tent and towards the demons dorm.
All he wanted to do now was curl around his demon and sleep the troubling events away.((Exiting))
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 12:50 am
Simone: Blue tent Lust looked absolutely delighted at the shade of red her boilfriend turned. Batting her lashes up at him, she flashed a decidedly impish smile, while waiting for Malodore to finish his work on her feet. She sighed softly as she waited, collecting the horn piece she collected. She wasn't going to just leave it. No, she was going to find a good home for it in a place of honor in her room, probably on her desk or somewhere similar. She'd definitely be sure to give it a bit of a wash, carefully though. Simone had seen how delicate it could be. Knock, knock, crumble...
Her expression had been growing somber before seemingly snapped back out of it when Night spoke to her. She blinked and smiled to him, sort of snuggling into herself as his fingertip caressed over her bared back. "Alright." She said with a nod at his agreeing to carry her on his back. The demoness rubbed her chin against her shoulder, looking up to him. "Can do, kitten. It'll be coming off in my room though. It's too big and doesn't have wing holes. It'll due until we get there. When Night rose to turn his back to her, Simone, now sitting, took the opportunity to turn the shirt around and slip her arms into the sleeves. It felt so different than what she normally enjoyed wearing, but it was okay. It was clean, a big plus, and only temporary. She didn't mind too much that she had to keep her wings folded close to her back. Buttoning a couple of buttons in the middle, she palmed the horn piece before shifting to her knees on the cot, always mindful of where her feet were and how close they were to touching other things and each other.
Reaching up, she pulled herself to wrap her arms around his neck, snuggling her body close against his, and wrap her legs against his hips. Collecting the extra offered healing salve and bandages, she bundled them up and tucked them into the shirt, returning to snuggling herself close to the ghost boil, rubbing her cheek against his neck. "Take me to bed, kitten..." She spoke in a low, intimate whisper, her tail moving to entwine with his.
Briefly looking back to the plague doctor as Night began to head out, she nodded her head. "Thank you..." With that, she closed her eyes and let her boilfriend take her away. He knew the way to her room and it was so very nice to be so close to him again. [[Exiting~]]
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