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 Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 10:41 pm
Riley had a sudden sense of deja vu, though she couldn't place why. Ah. Well, it was just an excuse to come over and have something to do, really. You'll have to forgive me for-
Riley's voice caught when she heard Israfel sing, and while he was indeed butchering the song, she thought it was sweet that he was up there singing to Lucien. She bent in slightly, out of habit rather than necessity, and whispered to Malodore. Look, up on the stage. She couldn't help but be pleased at this turn of events. Here, he had worked so hard at bringing others together, but in the end found himself caught up in a moment of his own.
Her eyes crinkled slightly, but at the end of the song the white orbs rolled back - not that one could tell the difference - and her lids fluttered closed. Israfel was reaching an exceptionally dangerous pitch - and it pierced right through Riley's brain, causing her to slump her head against Malodore's shoulder.
Ow. She muttered painfully, waiting for the ringing to stop. Sirens and microphones. Not a good combination.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 10:43 pm
Malodore winced as well - it had a vague idea that sirens were meant to sing alluring songs. If so, then...
... well ...
... maybe Israfel had been deliberately trying to reverse it? Still, it managed a polite handclap behind Riley's back. "Stai bene?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:03 pm
Riley lifted her head up and shook it hard. Her tentacles cringed, before settling behind her once more. I am. That just tore through me. I'm a little sensitive, but otherwise fine. She pulled a hand up and rubbed her temple with her thumb and middle finger for a moment, before returning it to it's perch around Malodore's waist.
That aside.. that was rather sweet. All things considered.. She hesitated before letting the subject that she'd almost brought up surface, and instantly dropped it.
Well, I asked G, now I think I shall ask you. Her eyes returned to focus intently on her plague doctor. Are you having a good time?
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:33 pm
"Io sono davvero, bella signora," Malodore said, opening its beak in a grin. "Much moreso than I would have thought. Was your demon party as delightful as this one?" it added, its tone teasing.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:42 pm
Riley's grip tightened just slightly at the mention of the demon party. Not by a longshot. Though, I wasn't there to enjoy myself, it was more business than pleasure. Still, it wasn't the same without you. Her eyes drifted to Barth and Sin for a moment. It had it's moments, but I don't think I could ever truly enjoy myself anywhere where I couldn't have you.
Her tone was a little possessive, but that wasn't really new to her. She turned her eyes back to Malodore, and shrugged. The food was better though. Sin went all out.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:47 pm
Meeki "Are you trying to cast a spell on me," she teased. Her father had tried to get her to learn some foreign languages as a child but she had never been interested in it so paid little attention. Had he said something about being pretty? And something about proportions? She had to say something back, right?
"Trece... pe piine," it was hopeless. She would never recall enough of any of the languages she had been schooled in to hold a real conversation. One more thing her father would hold against her. "Truth or Dare sounds interesting. I've never played it but I've heard about it. Did you get dared to do anything.. interesting?" It seemed that for an undead, Christof sure got around at the school and knew a lot of people. Could there be truth to her father telling her she wasn't normal?
Mimic scowled as much as a box could when the scareon passed him. Was this the patchwork's pet? They certainly were a pair. Would he be as protective of the undead as he would be of Morrigan. He'd have to reassess the situation. He flushed, huddling down a bit in embarrassment, "I er... it wath a compliment," He managed. Well, it hadn't worked as well as he had hoped. He pursed his scarred lips, glancing over to her while they walked, "I... er... no, thankfully, I did not have to do anything embarathing." He did nearly kill Colette, but that had been an accident. And something the pretty ghoul didn't need to know. He cleared his throat again, shifting as he stopped in the abandoned walkway, "Mith Morrigan.... um..." He fidgeted. One more try. " Buzthele tale ... Aşth dori thă le ia," He tried to make it sound as romantic as possible, but between his dysfunctional mouth and nerves, he mostly sounded awkward and pubescent. Before he could do anything else to mortify the situation, he steeled his courage, leaning in to try to catch those lips with his own. Immediately he pulled back, looking flustered and terrified she was about to slap him. Granted she had initiated it first, earlier, but one never knew with ghouls.
Behind them, Scruff was enthusiastically sniffing the mimic, stumpy tail wagging as it gave a playful n** at one of the corners, trying to see if it was gnawable. Maybe the magic moving box wanted to be friends?
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:48 pm
"Ah, plenty of brains then? Spiced to your exacting specifications? I shall have to re-activate the vats for the jollymeal brain extraction when I return to my dormitory... and, perhaps, begin some culinary experiments." It tilted its head to one side. "You did say you would come with me, did you not? Luce will be beside herself to see you..."
It glanced around Riley to the minipet 'corral'; Luce was currently on her back, feet flopped to either side, sleeping the sleep of the tired puppy.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:54 pm
Sin certainly did her homework on some of the more exotic customs of culinary creations, yes. It was quite enjoyable. She paused, her head tilting in confusion. Re-activate? Did they get turned off at some point?
When Malodore turned to look at the minipet area, Riley's heart nearly stopped when she saw the sleeping puppy lying there. It was also lucky that she didn't see her own pet, which had come of it's own volition, but seemed to be missing at the moment. It had run off with Tess' pet at some point.
Of course I will. You're just giving me more excuses to do what I wanted, anyway. She settled her chin on Malodore's shoulder, watching Luce with entirely too fond eyes.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:57 pm
Malodore hesitated. "They... yes, they did. Not turned off, but placed into a holding state. A kind of chemical stasis. I... ah... wasn't sure you'd be needing them. But you do, so..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:19 am
Riley's movements slowed just slightly, as she processed what it was saying. Why wouldn't she need them? She blinked, and realization dawned on her.
She wouldn't need them, if she wasn't there anymore.
Her sway returned to normal, but her eyes fell to it's cravat as she considered things for a moment. She had almost made that decision, that night in the forest. She knew what was best for everyone involved, but Malodore most of all. If she had been accepted back into the hive, she would have not returned here. Those brains would have remained in stasis until they were eventually thrown away, and Malodore would move on. It would continue safely through it's unlife, sure to perform great tasks in the future and make a name for itself.
And it would never again suffer, or be in danger, because of her.
The right decision never seemed to be the easy one, did it? If she was stronger, she would pull away now, and live in refuge from this place and from her own hive - until they found her, and put her down.
Her hands didn't move from the possessive clutch they held around it's waist. Her skin refused to pull away from the comforting chill of it's claws on her skin. She did nothing that made sense anymore. This moment was all that mattered.
I'm not going anywhere. She admitted to herself, out loud. The words would easily be misconstrued as an answer to Malodore, however. She looked back up into its eyes, cleverly disguising her fear and self-loathing with an aura of determination.
She wasn't going anywhere.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:23 am
"I know," Malodore said, simply, and a wave of contentment was very easily detectable... to those with the right mental gift, at least.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:30 am
The wave of contentment was contagious, and it filled Riley with a calm she had been sorely missing. It made her fall into a silent lull, quietly swaying to no particular tune - were they even still playing music? - while the moment hung in the air, surrounding them like a warm blanket with comfort. Nothing further was needed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:37 am
ex o ex Snoof He was inclined to agree with her about what this school was all about; it was why he joined, of course, to become a nasty, terrible, FEAR inducing creature so he could be half more the boggart that his father was. That and eventually try and become a bogeyman, that was indeed his dream job but if it didn't work out then just getting to go to the human world and scare as many people as possible would work just fine. That and getting to eat their children.
Icky didn't feel the crawling of whatever small creature was scuttling across his scalp, nor did he notice as if leaped off toward the floor. He was so used to things crawling or dripping from himself that he paid none of it any mind. What he did pay attention to, though, was when Sarias changed the position of his hands and wrapped her arms around his neck. As she did that, he looked up and found he was unable to pick his feet up without keeping a watchful eye on them so instead resorted to simply swaying back and forth as he examined the banshee's face.
Was she actually enjoying herself? Surely it wasn't as much fun as their rough housing but after the auction incident and thinking he was the cause of her tears he was willing to take whatever enjoyment she was having. The fact she was pressed against him -- though in a less intimate way than he could hope for -- was a nice change from the norm. Taking his eyes slowly from her face, he leaned forward slightly so his chin hovered over her neck and craned his own so he could look down and around at his feet again and move them properly. From there he resumed his slow steps, if only to keep her clinging to him for longer.
"I'll bet," he mumbled, able to keep his voice low and husky since his mouth was so close to her ear, "I know a little abou' banshee's, ye know." It would probably be a surprising notion to most but the boggart was picked out of the pumpkin patch by not only his boggart father but his banshee mother, along with an adopted and wandering banshee sister that he couldn't be sure hadn't experienced her second death by now. It was all irrelevant to him, really, having lived without family and on his own for so long. Regardless, her disapproval of the idea was disenchanting and the boggart pressed on. "No, really, ye should sing," he eyed the stage, it currently being empty, and added with a low growl "Kick th'other shet te th'curb."
Such words of encouragement.
He wanted her to sing, wanted to see her perform, but he also didn't want her to move yet. His claws were quite firmly holding her hips, but not so hard it would hurt, and he dared not move his face which was now just barely brushing against hers as he became enthralled with her pristine white neck. If she listened closely she would hear his breathing as he took in her scent, his mouth opening slightly as though it were making him hungry. Quite the opposite, really, or as far opposite as 'amorous' was from 'hungry'. "Ye look..." he started, tongue wanting desperately to have an encore of its performance at the auction, "...Really good," Icky managed to finish with a breathy sigh. If someone tried to pry his attention away from this ghoul at that moment, it would be nigh impossible. 
Sarias felt like she could almost read the mind of the boggart as he watched her and she chose her words carefully as he seemed more & more confused by her actions. “Don't get me wrong boggart, tonight is...not reality. Tomorrow we shall go back to how we are...but apparently this drones have been harping on about love and friendship like anyone actually needs it. Me and you...we. .we are..."
She looked away for a moment as she tried to analyse what she was going to say. What was she going to say.? This really wasn't the time to work out what the hell these two felt for each other, if there was anything there are all. Was there anything there? She doubted it, they fed of each others reactions. They were bad for each other in all the best ways.
Hearing him mumbling about singing again she unhooked one hand from her clasp and rubbed her neck slightly, allowing her bangles and chains to drop down and spill over her chest. “I...I don't think I can sing tonight, Not now, not in this form, if you weren't concentrating so much on....standing to attention at the auction” - she stopped for a second raising an eyebrow to accentuate her statement - “ which, I have not forgiven you for by the way! You would realise I cant scream in this form. Not without ripping this throat to pieces. And I prefer it so much more when its not my throat on the receiving end.”
She returned her hand back around his neck. She didn't suspect to feel this comfortable like this, not just with Icky, with anyone, this intimate. If you could tell she wasn't into public display of affection...unless alcohol was involved of course. As he leaned into her she closed her eyes, she may not have returned the favour by smelling him back, (Eww) but she collapsed into him further. Her stomach bubbled as she titled her body towards him... “umm...maybe I will go sing...a little.”
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:58 am
Lucien was speechless. Totally speechless. Israfel had gotten up on the stage and sung. For him. He blushed a little as he thought about it. It was wonderful, absolutely wonderful! There were some off-note pieces that the air spirit caught on the air but generally he thought it was wonderful! Certainly not perfect or flawless but most certainly wonderful. It had an unique quality to it. Perhaps he'd sing for him again? Lucien certainly did not object to helping his bird practice, he could give a little criticism here and there. He'd sing perfectly one day and Lucien wanted to be the first to hear it. He clapped his hands together and rushed over to Israfel with a grin. It was a grin he couldn't really explain but it wouldn't go away. He was so happy.
"I believe you can fly too," and one day they could fly together!
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:29 am
No one answered the call and so Colette didn't even care that Calder had taken her phone to look for himself. She hoped he would know who it was, but what he had said led her to believe he didn't and that she shouldn't bother trying. Nodding, she told him, "I guess you're right." She figured she was here with Calder now anyway, she shouldn't be worrying about it. All the compliments had made her feel awkward though. She didn't even think she could make someone feel that way.
Colette took her phone back and placed it with the candy. What Calder asked had made her look at him like he was crazy, but she smiled. "Should we really dance again?" Why would anyone want to dance after what had happened last time? It looked like he had gotten over what happened though, or maybe just forgotten, and she shrugged. "But I guess if you want, sure." She couldn't promise she wouldn't step on him again.
Israfel's singing had made her cringe at that moment, but she tried not to cover her ears. Doing so would be quite rude and she didn't want that. However, Colette couldn't keep her face showing her displeasure at the boil's singing.
As she stood to head to the dance floor, Colette's stomach let out a growl and she placed a hand over it and glanced at Calder nervously, hoping he didn't hear; but she couldn't help but eye the few cookies that still clung to existence on their trays over on the food table. She forgot she was going to grab a few earlier, and the ghoul hadn't eaten all night! "Uh.. s-" she started quietly. Colette had wanted to say sorry for the gurgle her stomach made, but hesitated. If he hadn't heard, she figured there was no reason to bring it up. She didn't want to ruin anything.
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