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 Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 4:46 pm
xxxxxDanny was fleeting down the undead dorm hallways look for one Moure Koure. Unlike someone who was rather ... well smart though, she was checking every door and every. Name plate. Ooh there was Christof's door! That was that cute little igor she saw before, right? There were a few scorch marks painting the wall as well. Though undeads were supposedly bad with fire, Danny didn't notice oddity at all. She was too busy reading nameplates with all her being.
xxxxxFinally she happened on what she had been searching so vehemently for. A black door was in front of her, and on it there was the plaque. It read very heroicly:
xxxxxMoure Koure.
xxxxxNot even bothering to knock, Danny waltz in the door and looked around. There were a few things set up, a bed, a table, a few books here and there, but overall the room was pretty bare. There were boxes all over, still waiting to be unpacked. She saw a few of Moure's shirts sticking out and laughed. What a messy boy! Well maybe he just wasn't unpacked. Truthfully, without the monsters her mother hired, Danny probably never would've gotten unpacked.
xxxxx"Moure?" she asked helplessly to the air. Didn't seem like he was around. He would probably be back soon right? They didn't have any classes yet ... make he was in the bathroom?
xxxxxDanny walked over and plopped herself on his bed. She was very careful about her tail. A fire in the undead dorm wouldn't be the best first impression.
xxxxxVarious racing posters were seen on a few of his walls. Danny noticed that he had at least taken the time to set up his tv and eii. Probably just so he could play Scario Kart. Danny wanted to go turn it on and start playing, but figured that would be pretty awkward when Moure returned. That is, if he returned. Just where was he?
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 9:47 pm
While Moure was not in the room, unknown to Danny, something else was.
And he was not pleased that someone had broken into his Master's room. If one looked inside the box that had shirts sticking out of it, they would've seen golden eyes peeking out at them, narrow animalistic eyes, full of territorial pride and rage. A golden horn was sticking out of the forehead too. Past the eyes and top of the head, they would've seen a white pelt striped with black, claws and teeth too. Both of the latter bared. Farther down, light green reptilian skin was visible. All in all, the creature looked like he was ready to pounce at any moment.
Danny, meet Gibralter, Moure's pet Boogeymon.
Scratch that.
Danny, meet Gibralter. Moure's extremely territorial and protective pet Boogeymon.
Moure had left the Boogeymon in charge of protecting his room while he went out on a run. Gibralter suspected it was because of his failure to protect Master's arm eariler, but had no solid proof about that.
What he did have was an order to protect Master's room from any invaders. And this flaming she-demon was definitely an invader. (Plus, Ralt knew how badly Moure was effected by fire, and there was no chance he would let his Master get hurt because of his negligence.)
When Danny had come right into the room, the boogeymon had dove into the closest box he knew didn't contain breakables, aka the shirt box. In the process to hide himself (after all, a sneak attack would be best), he had pushed out several of the shirts, which is why Danny had seen them when she'd walked in. Gibralter knew his Master would be back soon, and he was going to make the Patchwork proud. He would defend the dorm, and he would do it well.
Slowly, the protective pet shifted in the box. The demoness had sat down... Soon the time would come... With a vicious snarl, Gibralter launched himself from the box, hoping to bite her. Hopefully scaring her off wouldn't be too hard.
Of course, Gibralter had no idea that Danny was a fighter, not a flee-er. Oh well.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:33 am
xxxxxDanny tapped her foot while she was waiting. If he didn't come soon, she would just get up and run around looking for him, but she at least wanted to give him a chance. She looked once more back at his Eii. It could technically provide something to kill time. Moure wouldn't mind ... right?
xxxxxJust as she was reaching for the controller, a flying blur came out of no where. Instinctively, Danny's foot came up and flew down in a graceful arc, slamming the little thing towards the ground. Her narrowed eyes immediately grew larger and more distressed when she realized this little thing was not a demonic device. It was just a little minipet.
xxxxxRealizing her error, Danny quickly crouched over the pet. She worriedly mumbled, "Oh jack, are you okay? Moure's gonna be so mad when he comes back oh jack jack jack what do I do!" She pranced around the room like a ninny thinking of what to do, because she was so worried.
xxxxx In the end, she scooped up the pet and shoved him back in the drawer he had hopped out of. Perfect.
xxxxxFoolproof Danny, foolproof.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 1:04 pm
Gibralter was actually kind of surprised when the Invader suddenly lashed out with a foot and slammed it down at him. The boogeymon crashed into the floor from the force of the kick, and found himself wondering if all the students here attacked with their feet. After all, this was the second time he'd been 'kicked', of sorts, since Moure'd enrolled. (After all, the first time had been right after Moure'd moved in his boxes, and that Igor had kicked him away from Master's arm.)
And then the ghoul was...apologizing? It must have just been a clever plot, trying to make the boogeymon think that she really meant no harm. Well, it wouldn't work on Gibralter! He knew an Invader when he saw one!
Gibralter let out a slightly pained snarl as the Invader picked him up and stuck him back in the Shirt Box that he'd popped out of eariler. NOO! He had to warn his Master of the Invader! He could not be silenced! And with that, uh, thought, the boogeymon let out a long howl-ish war-cry, hoping that his Master would hear him and know something had happened.
And as it was, Moure was just walking into his room when Gibralter had started making this sound. The boil had been out for a jog around campus, and had just been returning. The first thing he saw was Danny, who looked rather flustered, and he heard the boogeymon's warning howl. Several questions flooded into Moure's mind.
Question One: Why was Danny in his room? (How had she even found his room?)
Question Two: Why was Gibralter howling, and where WAS the little boogeymon anyway?
Question Three: Why were some of his shirts all pushed out of their box...?
"Danny?" He asked, his face rather confused, almost concerned, as he looked at the demoness. "What are you doing in here?" And then Moure looked at the box and quickly walked over to it, "Ralt, you in there? What's wrong?" Before he could even make it to the box though, the boogeymon had leapt out of it, howling over, and had grabbed onto the Patchwork's shirt. From there, the boogeymon quickly climbed up onto the boil's shoulder, nuzzling his Master's head and then barking in Danny's direction.
That explained the second and third question the patchwork had thought of. Looking between Gibralter and Danny, Moure mentally face-palmed. This is why Moure shouldn't leave his miniipet alone... "Did he attack you?" He asked Danny, looking at the ruffled up boogeymon (who actually didn't really look too bad, considering he'd just been kicked into the ground. That little creature was really quite hardy, when it came to getting kicked around.). "Gibralter, what did I tell you about attacking people?" He said with a shake of his head. "Are you two alright?" The question was directed at both Gibralter and Danny. The minipet still looked a bit unhappy with Danny, but nodded that he was okay and in one piece.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:09 pm
OHJACKOHJACKOHJACKOHJACK.
MOURE WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE.
"Uhmmm. Oh Jack. Uhmmm. Hi Moure. So listen. Uhmmm. There was thi-" What the hell's bells was she supposed to say? Yeah, I kicked your minipet into oblivion, sorry about that. We can still be friends right? That was never going to fly. Danny didn't even hear his questions she was so freaked out. Moure was just standing there asking about the pet ... Oh Jack he was walking over to drawer! He was picking it up! MOURE WOULD SEE WHERE DANNY HAD KICKED HIM. WHAT THE ASDFASF.
Danny system has melted down, please wait a moment.
Then, completely to Danny's surprise, Moure was asking if she was okay. He was concerned for her welfare, not the little minipet's. In fact, he was scolding the minipet.
Faking a smile, Danny said, "Ohoho ... uhm yeah, me and the little guy just ... gave each other a scare. He didn't attack me though, nope. I'm definitely fine!" She took a moment to catch her own breath, and then plopped back down on Moure's bed. That had been a close one. He totally believed her, right?
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:08 pm
Moure's eyebrow had steadily raised as Danny started to say something, and then seemed to...stop. Was she alright?
In any case, Gibralter actually didn't look too bad for a creature that had just been kicked by a very athletic ghoul. Apparently, he was used to such stuff. (Back home, the boogeymon had been a bit of a 'glutton' for punishment, for lack of a better term. It hadn't been unusual for Dr. Cphira to just kick the little reptilian(?) mammal-thing out of the way.) The boogeymon growled a bit after he'd been scolded, but then settled for just glaring at the flaming ghoul instead. If she did anything against his Master though...
Moure listened as she 'explained' what had happened. "Riiight..." Moure trailed off, looking at the minipet on his shoulder. He knew from the expression on the boogeymon's face that the little creature HAD in fact attacked. "Are you sure?" He raised his eyebrows again, seeing through her story. With a slight shake of his head, the patchwork looked back at the flame demoness. "So...any particular reason you're in my room?"
Moure was still standing by his unpacked boxes when he asked her that question. The patchwork slowly pushed a few of his shirts (the ones Gibralter had knocked out) back to the edge of the box they'd come out of with his foot, looking at Danny for an answer.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 1:49 pm
Well good. Moure obviously took her excuse and believed her completely. Absolutely. No doubt! Danny nodded as all was peaceful again, and for the moment, it was.
Then the stupid little boogeymon started glaring at her, and Moure seemed to put it together. Still, Danny didn't notice at all. She was still sailing high feeling like Moure totally accepted her answer. Even when he double checked if she was okay, she just brushed it off with a happy nod. When asked what she was doing though, she hesitated. What was she doing here after all? Then a brilliant idea came to her. "I just wanted to come and make myself at home. After all, we're going to be roomates now!" Danny said, with a completely innocent face. Internally, she was cackling at her wildly evil joke.
"So let's see, she said, standing up. "I think my bed can go on this side of the room," she gestured to where Moure's boxes were. Continuing, she said, Unless you want to share a bed." She smiled with absolutely sultry intent. Danny was being an absolute witch, give or take a letter.
She smiled as she thought of another lie. "Oh, and my lava fountain should be arriving tomorrow, but you don't mind right?" Sad thing was, she really did have a lava fountain in her room. Moure didn't need to know that just yet though!
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 2:31 pm
Moure gave a nod, and a slight eye roll, when she just nodded to say she was okay. Then the ghoul said the weirdest thing to him. Moure just kind of stared at her, eyebrows raising. What did she mean about them being room-mates?
Wait. This was probably just Danny being some silly trickster. He wouldn't put that past the ghoul, actually.
He listened as she explained everything, including the bed comment and something about a lava fountain, then finally spoke again. "Riiiiiight. Well, Danny, you realize there is one large flaw in your plan, right? Two actually..." He shook his head with a slight chuckle. "Flaw One, this is the Undead Dorm, and unless you've died recently and been brought back, you know, with no memories of your previous life or who I am, you can't have a room in here." That out of the way, he reached over to a box and pulled out a brochure, one actually of the Academy. "Flaw Two, it's in print right here that students have rooms all to themselves, and since I haven't gotten a notice on my door stating otherwise..."
Moure moved over to the Eii and motioned to it. "And here I was thinking that you were just dropping by to play a round of Scario Kart with me." The patchwork gave a shrug. "Or maybe it was to come borrow a copy of the game." Two could play the baiting game, after all. The Runner pushed in the power button and then sat in the school provided desk's chair. Scario Kart was already in and available. He picked up two of the controllers, offering one to Danny. "Care to play a few races while you actually explain yourself?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 10:39 pm
Danny was absolutely dumbfounded. How had Moure seen through her lie?!
That's it, he was a genius.
"Why couldn't you have just ... gone along with it or something stupid!" she stomped her feet in a very toddler like fashion. Well if Moure was a genius, he wasn't going to buy anything else she said. "Fine you caught me. What if I really was your dorm mate though? I bet you'd love that!" Danny pondered for a moment about herself as an undead. Oddly, the only thing Danny really cared about is that she would miss her tail. It was like a living friend to her now.
Instantly though, all was forgiven and Danny was appeased by Moure's offering. "Scario Kart? ... Scario kart ..." Was that the reason she had come? Well who cared, she was already completely taken with the idea of whooping Moure's a**.
"Sure we can play. Just don't cry to hard when you lose" Little did Danny know that undeads didn't cry. She hadn't even known that they were afraid of fire. "Oh but uhm ... There's something else I wanted to ask you," she said hesitantly. How was she supposed to ask him without sounding awkward? After all, they had only talked once or twice. He seemed nice enough though. What would he say?
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 11:37 am
Moure almost laughed as Danny threw her somewhat-childish tantrum. At her question about being dorm-mates, he gave a shrug and said, "I wouldn't really mind. I'm used to having room-mates." In all honesty, this WAS the first time he'd ever actually had a room all to himself. He wasn't really sure what to do with all of the space. (Although, he still had to put up his Scario Kart collections...)
He grinned as her attention was caught on the idea of playing a few rounds of the racing game. He handed over the second controller, flicking his own controller to turn on the race option. This was going to be fun.
"Hehh, I could say the same thing to you." Racing was always better with a little competition, after all. Moure turned slightly while he was picking through characters, looking back at the Flame Demoness. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his usual character Skeloshi, and picked him and then his usual kart. He was, however looking mainly at Danny while he was doing this. She sounded hesitant..."Yeah? What was it you wanted to ask?" It wasn't like the spunky ghoul to sound so held-back. If she wanted to ask him something, she should just ask him. Chances are, he probably wouldn't say no, especially if it was an Errand.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 3:29 am
"Did you have roomates at home or something?" she questioned. Danny couldn't even begin to imagine roomates. Her room back at home was giant, she could fit like six beds in it if she tried. It was a big country style home and her parents were always moving it around, so by the time she visited home again her room would probably get even bigger.
She couldn't even begin to imagine having roomates. Wouldn't it get uncomfortable and stuffy after a while? Having to share all your intimate moments when you changed your clothes and stuff?
Danny stared at the controller she was given. Pouting, she huffed, "I don't like this controller. I wish they'd make prettier ones. I want a black one or an orange one! Do they even make orange ones?" When she looked around though, she realized that Moure didn't seem to have any other colored controllers readily available. Oh well.
Grumpily she picked Princess Screech. At least he hadn't picked her favorite character. That would just be awkward. As the race started, she didn't even look up. She said, "Oh uhm ... I'll tell you uh ... after ... this." She was already lost to the game. Second place though! And catching up. Who was in the first place? She didn't even bother looking.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 11:14 am
Moure nodded, taking a second to look back at Danny. She sounded kind of...baffled by the thought of room mates. Was she an only child? Oh, wait. She was probably rich, so she probably had never had to live in the same rooms as another. Moure spoke again, to clarify for Danny. "I'm the youngest of several patchworks back home. We all shared the same room-area. Well, it was more like a long room with a bunch of beds. Which is why I don't have many personal items." He gestured around the room at the lack-of-stuff. Generally, he would have had to cram all of this around or under his bed, so it made sense after all not to have too much junk. (The Eii and everything had been from the patchworks' commons area. None of his 'sibilings' had played much, so they didn't mind him taking it with to the Academy.)
Moure gave a slight laugh as she complained about the color of the controller. "If you want a prettier one, bring your own down....and I don't think they even make orange controllers, actually." Danny sure had some weird interests and tastes, but that was alright with the patchwork. As long as she didn't light anything on fire, everything would be fine.
Moure noticed that the only other player-controlled Kart on the racetrack was Princess Screech. That must be Danny's character then. At Danny's apparently distracted words, Moure gave a half-shrug, focusing on staying in first place. "Ahh...alright then...At the race..." Moure saw the Princess kart on his map, not too far behind him. Hmm, he'd have to take some measures here. His Skeloshi Kart snagged a power-up-randomizer-whatever cube and then the potential things. It stopped rolling at a squid-like monster. Eh, not the best, but still useful. He used it, and the other player's screens would/should be blasted with ink.
Good luck dodging that, Danny.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 2:17 pm
Oh dear Jack. "Seven people. In one room." Danny was trying to wrap her mind around this.
She couldn't.
"How in the world do you LIVE that close to people? You would like DIE being that close to people," she gasped. Other than married couples, most flame demons from where she was from didn't sleep all that close together. There was the matter of flaming tails being too close together, but also just because a bunch of heated bodies in one place equalled a lot of heat. Waaay too hot.
Danny was sort of saddened by Moure's lack of items. She was the type to horde things because she loved all of her stuff. "Awww! Next time I come I'll bring lots of things. I can bring you uhm ... pillows! Everyone needs pillows! And pens. I'll bring you a whole bucket of pens!" Danny was still playing as she talked excitedly about all the things she was going to bring.
Suddenly an ink splotched across the screen. Luckily, Danny had played this game a million times, so it didn't phase her in the least. She simply continued driving. No big deal.
The game signaled that it was the final lap. Danny and Moure both finished within seconds of each other, Danny coming in second place. "Awww Moure! Dumb." She set her controller on the ground, crossed her arms and pouted. No fair. He must've cheated.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 3:38 pm
Moure listened as Danny spoked in what he took to be a shocked tone. Seven? Hadn't he said several? Oh well, better not bother her by saying that there was probably more than that. The numbers...well, changed, depending on who was being called for at what times and who was the main assistant at the time. "It wasn't that bad..." He said, trying feebly to defend his home life.
He gave a slight head shake. "There was individual beds a few feet away from each other, so it's not like we were suffocatingly close or anything. Why would we have died...?" He have a head shake. "Plus, we're already undeads, anyway." It really hadn't been THAT bad...maybe Danny just wasn't used to the idea of people being close?
Moure glanced over at his opponent as she mentioned that she was going to bring him stuff. "What? Why?" He asked, quickly casting a look around his room. It did seem kind of...bare. But he didn't have much, really. "I mean, some new pillows would be nice, but you don't have to bring me anything." The race was continuing, and Moure was still in the lead, but just barely.
It seemed the ink didn't faze Danny at all, though. The squid had done nothing for the patchwork. Shoot.
The final moments of the race were closing in. Then, Moure's kart crossed the finish line, quickly followed by Danny's. Moure gave a grin and then a head nod to the fire demon. "Good game, Danny. We should go find that Scario Kart Club sometime..." He gave a good-natured laugh, then looked at the screen again. Finally the rest of the computer karts were rolling in. Taken those AI karts long enough. Moure looked over to Danny, setting his controller on the desk. "So, what did you want to ask me?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:42 pm
Seven. Several. Same diff to Danny. She absolutely did believe it was that bad. "No no no! Just wait- after staying here for a while, you'll realize how much people suck to be with," she said nodding. "Oh, but I mean like, not to be friends with them, just to share a room with them. Like being crowded, you know?" Danny was probably just confusing the poor sap further.
Nevermind that though. Danny shook her head and said, "Nope! I've already made up my mind. You're gonna have the best dorm ever!" She could see it now. Cadles everywhere, a fountain of his own ... wait she was just imagining her own room. Speaking of which, "Oh! You should come to my room sometime. It's really nice, cause all these big monster guys moved stuff in, and there's like a fountain and everything!"
Good game! Good game he says. "That was not a good game. That was the worst game ever ever." She turned to Moure and tackled him. "Penalty game!"
If it was any other pair of people, this would be the most awkward scene in the world.
"So what did you want to ask me?" Right right! "Oh ... uhm ... wanna go to prom with me?" Yes, Danny did just ask a boy to prom while pinning him down.
Were you supposed to do it this way? Danny looked down at the boy with uncertainty, waiting for an answer. Her orange hair fell off her shoulders and barely touched down on his chest. She looked at him expectantly- not so much for a yes or a no, but for the affirmation that this was indeed how you asked someone to prom.
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