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 Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:35 am
 Ever since Maritess' mother sent her that scare package of Mytrax crystals, the winged vampire found herself going on strolls more often. Mostly because of the minipet that grew from the crystal. She had expected the more docile squid to emerge but for some reason she ended up with the headstrong purple tentacle. Not that she was unhappy with Trixie. If she was, she would have kept it in the closet rather than take it out for walks.
The only problem was, Trixie liked to grab. About as much as it liked to put whatever it had grabbed into one of its many mouths. Without caring about the consequences that such grabbing might entail. For example, in this particular instance where some of its tentacles had shot out to wrap around the ankle of another student, prompting crimson eyes to widen and for Tess to yank hard at the leash.
"Trixie! No! Let go!" she commanded in her most authoritative voice.
Trixie ignored her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 8:33 pm
West had been idly minding his own business for once, lying back on one of the smattering of benches dotting the area between the demon and undead dorms. He had obtained a half-raw haunch of some delicious, tiny animal from somewhere and was gnawing on it while staring up at the sky. If he squinted just right, some of the clouds looked like violent weapons.
"Tha'ones a mace, wit' sharp spikes maeda bone," he muttered to himself, not noticing the approach of the legless ghoul and her purple tentacle. "An' that's aAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" He kicked his left leg once, twice, three times and jolted to a straight-backed sitting position, his mystery animal leg falling to the ground. "You! No! Trixie! Gerroff!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 5:09 am
The purple tentacle named Trixie found itself in a deadlock of sorts. Its owner was strong for what was half a ghoul and no amount of struggling forward would allow it to advance towards the new-thing it had grabbed. The aforementioned new-thing, too, was equally strong and it couldn't pull new-thing towards one of its many mouths to investigate. The lowest mouth frowned, sharp teeth gnashing in frustration while it flailed its spare tentacles around and brushed against yet another new-thing! When this one showed no resistance, Trixie happily let go of the first new-thing and pulled the second new-thing towards its largest mouth.
"Eeep!" squeaked Tess as she found herself flung backwards once her pet stopped pulling forward. Thankfully her wings acted as a sort of parachute and kept her from spinning head-over-spine the midair. She glared at the purple tentacle, now contentedly gnawing at what was a leg? Immediately her attention snapped towards the boil the purple tentacle had first latched onto and when she saw his foot was still intact, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Then promptly realized how terrible her pet had behaved and as the owner she was responsible for it! "I-I'm so sorry about Trixie!" she apologized, bowing as best as someone who was just waist up could. "Was that your snack? L-let me buy you a new one!" she chewed on her lower lip nervously as she dug through her pockets to see how much pumpkin seeds she had.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:50 am
Free from the animal's grabby tentacles, West took a moment to collect himself and assess the situation. Bench. Meat. Clouds. Leg... violated. He shuddered.
And where was his lunch? Oh, there. Right. He glared back and forth between the ghoul and her pet several times, then shook his head vehemently.
"Nah... it'sokay," he said, pausing slightly as he wrapped his lips around the unfamiliar words. This ghoul seemed fairly terrified and that emotion really held no allure for West. "Where'd you getthat thing?" He watched Trixie tug at his accidentally discarded food and silently hoped that the Tentacle Fairy wouldn't be making a surprise visit to his dorm.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 8:10 am
Tess canted her head when the boil refused, "A-are you sure? It's really the least I could do. I should have enough for a jollymeal or two at the cafeteria."
She left the pumpkin seeds in her pocket before lowering herself down towards the ground to pick up the discarded leash. At his question, Tess mumbled "My mom sent it. Well, not as is. It started out as a crystal. I was expecting its squid-cousin but, well, Trixie emerged instead." she explained, large, leathery wings flapping silently to raise her back into the air so she was somewhat eye-level to the other student. "Again, I'm really sorry about its behavior. It doesn't listen to me like my other pet does." Maritess knew that wasn't a good excuse but she didn't want to seem like she couldn't control any of her pets.
Trixie continued to gnaw happily on its new-thing-that-was-actually-food-yay while ignoring both its owner and the first-new-thing.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:03 pm
"Ah. 'Kay." Well, that was a relief. West already had enough disobedient pets to last him a lifetime and he was glad to know that it appeared the only way to get one of these was to know this ghoul's mom. He grinned when she mentioned that Trixie was her only pet with respect issues. "I've got a couple'uh armassumsat my room tha'don't lissen t'me either. If'ya want, I could," his voice dropped to a whisper, "take careuh it for ya." He punched his fist into his opposite palm, clearly indicating what he meant by 'taking care of it.'
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:32 pm
Maritess was in the middle of giving the boil a small smile of commiseration over their disobedient pets when the offer to "take care" of Trixie was made. Crimson eyes blinked, a corner of her mouth slightly upturned in an awkward, uncomfortable smile that revealed fangs as she processed just what the other student was suggesting. On the one hand, her parents had been very supportive of corporal punishment, on the other Tess didn't know if she had the heart to actually hit her pet. She studied the boil then the purple tentacle, brows furrowing in worry. "Th-that would depend..." she began carefully, "Would you be using a slipper?
Tess was totally not drawing from her own experience. Nope, nope, whatever gave you that idea?
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 9:24 am
West barked out a laugh. "I threw'muh shoe attum too, buttit didn't doomuch." He shrugged. "Slipperswernt on muhmind now though." If she didn't want him killing her troublesome pets, he would lay off. This time. He wasn't at liberty to say what would happen the next time Trixie decided to nuzzle up on one of his limbs. He watched the tentacle chew the meat that had formerly been his and commented, "At leastit's got good taste. First me, then m'food."
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 5:30 am
When he mentioned taste and food, Tess frowned, "I don't understand why Trixie's so hungry all the time. I feed it regularly and I'm sure it sneaks in a snack or two when I'm not looking."
Trixie chose that particular moment to cough out (from one of its many mouths) something that used to be a foot-long ribbon.
And normally Tess would have just sighed and apologized and promised to clean up after her pet. Except that was her favorite ribbon. The manananggal said nothing but her eye twitched as she glared at the tentacle.
"Throwing shoes never really cut it. Best to strike with it in your hand so you can repeat the process in case you miss the first time," Tess found herself remarking casually, though there was an undertone of anger that she was probably unaware of. "Usually you start with rubber slippers because they sting something fierce and don't make bruises as quickly. Only use shoes if the slippers aren't enough to convince what it's doing is a no-no. And if you really mean business a good stiletto is needed. Not that I've ever really tried it on a bratling myself," she coughed.
Why was she telling him about disciplinary methods she didn't have the guts (figuratively and literally) to use? And oh Jack, did she really just use the word bratling?! "Pet! I meant to say pet! I didn't say bratling! You can't prove it!" she exclaimed, crimson eyes wide and cheeks flushing to the undead's equivalent of a flush.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 6:53 am
West silently watched the undead ghoul get more and more worked up over Trixie (and presumably one or more of her other pets) with a focused awe. Coming from a family of demons who were either too refined to let emotion run free or too crazy and unrestrained to appreciate, West found the kickassery that many ghouls at Amityville displayed endearing intriguing. Yes, intriguing.
"Yeah'uh. Norm'ly I'd say justa kickem, but..." He stopped, wondering if her lack of legs was a sore point. "I'cud kickem forya if y'want?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 7:45 am
Taking a few deep, calming breaths to regain her composure, Maritess pondered on the boil's offer. Kicking, huh? Why didn't she think of that? A quick glance down, followed by an involuntary twitch of her eye, reminded her just why. "Trixie wouldn't understand why it was being kicked now. It'd probably lash out with its tentacles all whip-like. Or worse. Try to give you hugs and many-mouthed kisses in an attempt to butter you up," that last part was so obviously spoken from experience, judging from the way she wrinkled her nose in mild distaste. She didn't mind open displays of affection. So long as they weren't all slobbery.
"But the next time it tries to eat my ribbons, I might take you up on that offer-" she paused, realizing she had no idea who she was talking to. "-of yours. Um, do you have a skelephone I could call?" she added, fishing out for her own.
Then it occurred to Tess how her actions could be considered being forward and, well, that was never the sort of impression the winged vampire ever wanted to make with a boil she'd just met. Don't panic, Tess, don't panic. FOR JACK'S SAKE DON'T PANIC!! JUST SMILE AND SAY NOTHING MORE! she mentally screamed at herself, part angry and part embarrassed. So she did as she silently screamed for her to do: She smiled and waited for his response.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 6:12 pm
West winced. "Hm." Now he was kind of sorry he had offered. Tentacle hugs didn't sound like something he wanted to partake in. Even so, he felt sort of... bad for Miss Legless here. Half of the fun in life came from tripping ugly kids and kicking scareons.
"Not'on me," he admitted. "I dunno th'number either." He rarely carried the thing if he could help it, and if his mother had a problem with that, she hadn't mentioned it. West didn't like the threat of being contacted at any time hanging over him. There was no one he wanted to talk to that urgently, even his parents. "Youccan gimme your number'an'll text mine t'ya?"
And then, in a sudden rush, West came to the same conclusion Tess had moments before.
"Um, nottfer anyother reason thentoo, uh, help y'with kickin' yer pets. Of course." West coughed into his hand then busied himself by rummaging through his coat pocket for a pen, preferably one that didn't slither away and make this exchange even more awkward. Ah ha! There. He pulled the pen from his pocket and poised it over his palm, ready to take down her number on his hand if she didn't choose instead to float away in abject horror. "I'm West, by th'way."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:38 am
Maritess nodded, taking West's admission in stride (or the legless equivalent of it), "Of course, just for Trixie-disciplining." She continued to smile at him, but staying right where she was hovering as she dictated her number, "It's 0971-7242021, and I'm Maritess. But you can call me Tess. It's shorter."
Obviously it's shorter, Tess, that's why it's a nickname. Try to stop sounding like you got kicked in the head, for Jack's sake.
"Again, I'm really sorry about Trixie eating your food." Tess and apologizing go hand-in-hand in seems. It's practically second nature for the undead ghoul.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 10:02 am
Choosing to scribble Tess' number down his arm instead of solely on his hand, West nodded sharply once he had it down. "Tess," he repeated as he added her name to the end. He tugged at the sleeve of his coat in an attempt to draw it over the writing. The ink had better not be permanent.
West looked around to make sure no one was lurking nearby before he replied, "N'problem." If there was anything he understood it was pets that didn't behave. He debated adding something threatening along the lines of 'don't tell anyone I agreed to help you,' but in the end he didn't. This whole being nice thing was turning out to be incredibly awkward for the demon.
As if that fact needed more proving, West shoved his hands in his pockets and muttered, "I'munna go now," while watching Trixie through narrowed eyes.
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