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 Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:55 pm
Petro had never been to the Reaper dorms before. Which was odd considering where it was located. He'd passed by it before and it was along one of his running routes but that was it. He'd never really stopped by the entrance, at least not long enough to ever indicate that he wasn't just resting. Brown eyes studied the structure momentarily before he strode into the waiting area rather than waiting outside like some form of sentry. His behavior was different from when he'd gone to see Lizzy. Partly because she was a ghoul and her privacy was important to the horse boil. Though mostly because he was looking for someone he didn't think he'd ever met yet.
A reaper wearing a cowboil hat. Huh. He didn't see anyone fitting that description. Although there was one student who was wearing a hat. Maybe he would know. "Pardon me, but do y' know a reaper named Mot?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 5:43 am
Mot was on his way for a walk. Being cooped up in his room was no longer what he desired his day to consist of, and he was now walking through the lobby, towards the outside world. There was nothing quite like a walk. It was how all adventures started! As it were, it would seem an adventure would begin without having even left the dorm.
Mot stopped mid stride to regard the boil asking him about someone named Mot. Oh, he could have fun with that, but then again, what if was important? He held out hope it wasn't someone he owed money to.
"Speaking." He answered, slipping his hands in his pockets. He gave a friendly tone, but in the back of his mind, the debt collector theory was still rather alive and well.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 6:15 am
Huh. That was easy, Tro thought in mild disappointment as he stared at the dark-haired boil in a hat. A hat that did not quite look like it was made from a cow, judging from the pattern or lack thereof. Petro angled his head slightly as he studied Mot, "I think I saw y' at the Fitness Club's Paintball Practice," he stated, a hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Odd, Tro didn't remember seeing Lizzy acting friendly with the reaper, and vice versa. He wondered when they'd gotten more acquainted, despite the idea that he was butting his nose in on her affairs not once crossing his mind. To the horse boil, what he was doing was simply making sure Lizzy would be protected during Prom. That was all.
"Did Lizzy ask y' to Prom?" he suddenly asked. Hey, for all Tro knew of the students at school, there could have been more than one reaper boil by the name of Mot.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 3:27 pm
"Ooooh." Mot nodded, somewhat recognizing the boil from club. "Yes, I was there. I think I saw you too." Mot seemed relieved and less on edge. It was just a club member! Not a debt collector! His guard went down, and his shoulders relaxed. Talking to a classmate was much easier than talking to someone who might potentially beat him up.
Mot's face went from relaxed to surprised. So apparently this guy was friends with Lizzy. Mot was curious why he had been sought out to get asked such a question. "Yeah, she did. Why?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 8:09 pm
Rather than answer Mot's question, the horse boil posed another one of his own. "Y' any good inna fight?" Petro followed up, his feet slowly widening his stance though his arms were still folded across his chest.
In any other circumstance, Petro would have been far more friendly than he was being right now. But he was concerned about Lizzy and wanted to make sure the boil she'd chosen to be her escort would make certain she was safe. If she'd gone with someone like Jericho or Mac, he wouldn't have bat an eye as he'd seen both boils in action during their traumatic Island Field Trip. But the only time he'd seen Mot was during paintball practice. Where the worst one could get were tiny bruises and paint stains.
"And I don't mean shooting things. 'M talking about a just bare hands and feet fight." There was a calculating look in his eye, as if he was making a critical assessment of the other boil.
((ooc: Tro won't ic-lly attack XD it's just a bluff. Unless you don't mind them actually tussling? ^ 3^))
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 3:21 pm
((LMAO Petro would snap him like a twig, but a icly fight would be hilarious))
The question threw the boil off. Fight? Was this guy looking to beat him up cause he was taking Lizzy? Mot seemed to have gotten himself in a prickly situation!
"Uh, no. I can only fight with my gun. Hand to hand is..." He pulled up a sleeve, revealing very bony arms. "I'm not a brawler, if you get what I mean." This would certainly make the boil leave him alone, yes? Mot, although confident as a long range fighter, had little confidence in his close range skills. In fact, he avoided it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 5:42 pm
Petro did not look impressed, not impressed in the very least at the sight of Mot's arms. He reached out to firmly grip the other boil's muscles, trying to assess how much work he was going to need to put into getting the long-ranged boil some better muscle definition. However, Tro had to give credit where credit was due. Despite the tikbalang's not-so-subtle attempt to intimidate the other boil, Mot didn't so much as attempt to renege on his agreement to escort Lizzy. Well, at least Tro had nothing to complain about the reaper's attitude.
"Y'r probably built to pick things off atta distance, yeah?" Tro muttered as he pulled his hand back from Mot's arm before Tro set to rubbing at his own chin in thought. "How often do y' use the Fitness Club's stuff?"
Oh, by the way, Petro has completely forgotten to introduce himself.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 3:02 am
The sudden groping of his arms had Mot really wondering what was going through this boil's head. He didn't pipe up much, merely watched him as he made his conclusions.
"Yeah, that is my specialty." Picking things off at a distance. Its what Mot did. "I've yet to make use of the Fitness Club's equipment." That would explain a bit. Mot was still trying t understand why being fit had anything to do with escorting Lizzy to a dance.
"Uh, remind me again.. who are you?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 7:33 am
Tro was suddenly staring at Mot, brown eyes sharp and attentive at the sudden reminder. "Petro," he answered, no apologies, no sheepish grins or chuckles. Under different circumstances, when he wasn't fretting over how Lizzy and her escort would have to deal in the event someone managed to get close enough to go into a melee, he would have offered his hand and an explanation.
"Y' need a buddy to use the stuff anyway," he continued. "If someone tries to make a grab for y', whaddy' gonna do?" he abruptly posed the question. "Or if someone ended up going for Lizzy, what're y' gonna do?"
It is in Mot's best interest that he figure out what Tro's purpose is in this little game of twenty questions. Hint: Straight to the point is super effective!
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 11:39 am
Mot's mouth formed a thin line in response to Petro's short and not so sweet intro. What was with this guy?
Okay, these questions were getting ridiculous! "Hey, why am I getting interrogated anyway?" He asked, rather than answered. Mot was getting understandably impatient, his usually easy going demeanor getting chilly and sharp. "Why would someone want to start s**t with Lizzy at prom? Do you know something I don't? If shes in danger, then you better be fessing up, partner." The reapers hands were balled into fists, his eyes glaring at the boil from beneath the brim of his hat.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 10:51 am
"'M thinking we'd all be in the same boat at Prom," Petro answered, not so much as blinking from the other boil's glare, thinking Mot must not know what they were in for. (Except that no, Tro himself did not know himself and was completely misunderstanding the whole affair.) The corner of his mouth did twitch upwards slightly when the reaper boil expressed his concern for the spider demoness. Now that was more like it! At least it was assuring for Tro that Mot was going to take this Rite of Passage seriously.
"Ain't an interrogation," Petro clarified, while not hostile he still was on "protective self-proclaimed big brother" mode. "If it was, there'd be witnesses. Gnomes don't count," the tikbalang added, gesturing to one that made a face as he scurried past them. "'Sides, if I knew what the student council's planning on throwing at us at Prom, I'd tell y' about it. Y'r Lizzy's escort, y' gotta watch her back, and y' gotta be able to keep up with her." There was a sense of pride in his grin as he said this.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 5:58 pm
All in the same boat? Just what was gonna happen at prom?!
Mot sighed and rubbed his neck, regarding Petro with an unseen exasperated look about him from beneath his hat. "So, you're saying that the student council is going to do something at prom that could risk our safety?" He asked, trying to clarify what exactly this boil was babbling about. "I wouldn't worry about Lizzy. I may not be physically able to win a fist fight, but I'll be her meat shield if I have to be. No ghoul gets harmed on my watch." Mot was a bit of a ladies man, but he also had his honor as a man. A true gentlemen kept a lady safe.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 7:42 am
Shoulders rose and fell as if unconcerned with the verity of Mot's claim involving the student council and their safety. "Can't right tell with this school. Y' remember how'd the Mandatory Field Trip couple've months ago turned out, don't y'?" He asked, leaning forward slightly. It had been incredibly foggy then, and Tro himself was too new to the school to know who had been enrolled before and after the disturbing incident. The mere reminder of the field trip was enough to put Tro on edge.
But when Mot declared his willingness to shield Lizzy from any danger, coupled with his assertion regarding ghouls in general, Tro seemed satisfied. Enough to actually give the hat-wearing boil a big, welcoming grin full of teeth and a hearty clap on both shoulders. "Lizzy said y'r sweet and all, dunno what that means in surprise battles, but good to know she's being escorted by someone with guts!" His demeanor seemed to have done a complete one eighty at this point. Hopefully it hadn't given Mot emotional whiplash.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:31 am
Mot blinked, then breathed in as he recalled what Mac told him about the field trip. "Can't say I do. I wasn't here when that happened. But a friend told me about it.." Apparently it was bad, since Mac seemed very grim about the whole ordeal.
The sudden change in Petro's attitude, from the wide grin to the hands on Mot's shoulders, made the boil fearful for a moment. Not as in afraid, more as in 'What is wrong with this guy?' Evidently, he was being complimented. "So, I guess I pass?" He asked cheekily with a grin. Was this a test? This guy was sure protective of Lizzy.
Yep, guts. A whole lot of guts. That was Mot!
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 7:26 pm
Damn straight Petro was protective of Lizzy. He was protective of ghouls in general to begin with so far, only two ghouls in the school had his particular attention. Giving Mot a hard but friendly thump on the back, Petro nodded and laughed, "Naw! Ain't a test, can't right make y' not escort Lizzy. It'd make her unhappy, and no one'd want that, right?" Was that a leading question? Something in the way Petro grinned and quirked his square-root brow seemed to suggest there was only one right answer to it. Mot is undoubtedly smart enough to know what that is.
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