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 Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 11:45 pm
Even after contacting Juno over formspring, Merope was still nervous. There was a high chance that everything wouldn't work out, a high chance of failing completely. It might have been better to stay inside and slip off when nobody was looking, just in order to stay on the safe side of things.
But as an undead, what of the risks? What was the worst that could happen? Technically Merope had already experienced the worse by lacking a heartbeat. Even if the heart still could beat, it would be thundering loudly now, One hand would probably be raised to push it down and in, fearing that the wild beating would cause it to escape.
Orders were orders after all. Merope took a deep breath and raised a slim hand up to rap on the door. Merope was lucky to find two arms roughly the same size and shape. The lost fathom leviathan's natural ability ensured that they were a matching pair, just as were the new legs. Even then, Merope was still unsure about the reception the new appearance would receive. Good? Bad? It was impossible to tell.
Merope's grip on the hair sticks tightened, clenching them while waiting for Junko to answer the door.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 12:24 am
She hadn't been expecting Merope to come so soon, honestly. Junko thought maybe he'd let her know when he was coming over before he actually...came over. She didn't realize him asking if he could talk to her was that warning. Junko was doing what she normally did at this time of day: Feed herself, feed Her and watch adorable baby foxfire videos. Awwww! How cute! That one was bouncing around like a casketball! She giggled and nibbled on a piece of sushi she was holding with her chopsticks. "Silly foxfire. How did you even get so bouncy~." Junko shook her head and watched another video. Another foxfire, but this one had a tophat and a monocle! So cuuuuute!
Suddenly there came a knock at her door and she nearly dropped her food right on her eyePhone. Gah! Nononono! Okay..saved it. Junko sighed with relief and set the food aside on the table, getting up to stand and walking across the room. Sayuri had started barking and yipping and prancing all over her room the moment she heard the knocking while Momo and Kuro merely sat and watched like the audience of a tennis match. "Your fox is a dumbass." She commented idly even as She shoveled more food into Her mouth.
"Oh, hush. She's just special." Junko rolled her eyes as she opened the door for her surprise gue--oh! Not-so-surprise guest! Her eyes widened briefly, looking shocked to see the undead at her door. Merope! Right!
...Wait...was this really Merope?
"Um...hi!" Junko blinked. "Did Merope send you here...?" She had no idea he had such an identical sister! Or a sister at all!
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 12:36 am
 Was there even someone inside? Merope began to worry, tail swishing left and right nervously. Social interactions were still hard for Merope to grasp and comprehend, much less utilize in such a way to actually have any relationships. Aside from two other draconic undeads in the dorm, Merope could safely say that all other relationships were merely passing acquaintances. Merope could hear a minipet barking on the other side of the door. Were those footsteps? An ear-fin flicked up, listening. Yes! Someone was in there. It wasn’t long until Junko answered the door. “Hi,” Merope returned, the glow visibly dimming in embarrassment. “Er, no, I sent myself here? It’s me, Merope. Did I come at a bad time?” He stopped and looked down. Then she looked back up. “I probably should have warned you, haha. I guess this means I look pretty good, huh?” She couldn’t help but to bounce on her toes afterwards, marveling at her new buoyancy. Even though his voice was the same masculine-sounding Merope, his body... well. He was now a she. For now. "I came to ask you about hairsticks. And clothes. And hair. And, er, whatever else ghouls are good at...?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 1:25 am
Whoa! That was not the voice of a ghoul! Junko was visibly taken aback by this ghoul correcting her. She...was Merope? Wait! No! Merope's a boil! She just saw him the other day at her own campaign booth! He was a boil! And he had wing-fin things! And short hair! And..he didn't have boobs! Junko shook her head as if trying to shake the disbelief away. "No! No...not at all. Just--"
"BAHAHA! MEROPE?!" She barked with laughter, spitting rice everywhere. "What in the hell happened to you, boil?! Were you just a ghoul stuck in a boil's body? Did you want to be just like us and date the pretty boils? Did you want to be in the running for prettiest ghoul in school? Oh my Jack! Junko! Take a picture of this it's priceless!"
Junko winced. Her eyes closed tightly and her lips pursed as She went about mocking the hell out of the poor boil. So this was why he sounded so unsure on groanspring. "I'm...really sorry about Her. Just ignore Her, it's what the rest of us do." Junko would be sure to keep Her very fed, however. She couldn't have The Mistress making Merope so uncomfortable h--she left. "This certainly is a surprise though! You're right! But it's fine. You just surprised me." She laughed a bit and rubbed at the back of her neck, looking the boi--ghoul up and down. He did look good! How he managed this was a mystery that needed solving. As Merope began to bounce Junko's eyes were immediately drawn to a particular part of..her...new anatomy and they widened, a faint blush rushing to her cheeks. Oh, Jack! That was far too much bouncing!
"A-ah! Merope!" Her hands reached out to press down on his--her shoulders enough to make him--HER stop bouncing. "That might not be, um..the best idea...oh! The hair sticks? Okay! Wow, your hair got really long. Um...I'd be happy to help! Come in, come in~." Junko released Merope's shoulders and stepped aside, extending an arm toward the interior of her room in a welcoming gesture.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 1:44 am
The voice of She prompted Merope to mirror Junko’s surprise, her claws clicking softly against the hallway’s tile as she took a step back. “Wh-what?!” She sputtered, staring. “I-wh. No! No, no, no it’s not like that at all! I have a gh-” Merope bit off his words, tail lashing. “It’s not like that at all!”
She was visibly distraught, and probably would have started tearing up if she remembered how most stereotypical ghouls acted on the skellyvision. She looked at Junko, unsure but trusting.
Bouncing made her feel better. It made her feel a lot better, only to stare in confusion as Junko reached out to pin her down. “Huh? Bouncing isn’t a good idea?” The monster dorms looked stable enough to her.
Still confused, Merope entered Junko’s room and stopped in the middle of the room, looking around. “Nice place,” she complimented, tossing her head to move some of her longer hair over her shoulder. “Um, Junko? If it’s not too much of a problem, could you...” She paused, looking embarrassed, “Could you also tell me if I pass off as a ghoul or not? See, soon I have to go. I can’t wear my large back-fins, so I thought it’d be best to become a ghoul as a disguise.”
Merope sounded proud. “I came up with the disguise bit myself! I just need to figure out the finer bits of being a ghoul in order to pass off as one. And to answer... Was it your minipet that spoke?” She completely missed who Her was as she knelt down to Junko’s minipet. “I never knew they could speak! Anyway, no. I’m a boil usually. My kind specialize in being adaptive. All we need to do is get our hands on a spare part, and wham!” She gestured to herself, preening. “Attach it with some salt water, and we can use the new limb and it’ll match our coloration. Neat, huh?”
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 2:43 am
Oh no! Merope was so offended! Crap! Crap! Junko needed to fix this! "Merope! I'm so sorry! She's just a big jerk. Don't take any of what She says to heart. I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!" This had been exactly what Junko had not wanted to happen. She'd just make it up to Merope somehow. She'd find a way! The door was closed behind the...ghoul once she was in the room, careful not to step on her tail as she stepped around her. "Well, it's not that you can't bounce. It's just...when you were..." How could she explain this to her? Junko pressed her fingers to her lips, humming thoughtfully and bouncing on her toes.
Wait, that was perfect! Junko suddenly turned back to Merope and stopped bouncing. "Watch!" And then she hopped again, bouncing the same way Merope had. She felt kind of awkward holding her hands level with her chest but that was the entire reason she was doing this. "See? When I bounce it looks..controlled. But then when you were bouncing it was just...everywhere. I don't suppose you're wearing a bra?" Why would Merope have a bra? That would be so...strange. Junko was quite derailed by the compliment toward her room and stopped bouncing again to beam with pride and hold her arms out as if presenting the room to Merope.
"Why thank you! Make yourself at home, kick off your sho--uh...make yourself at home!" The sway of her hair also caught Junko's attention, it made her hair lift with excitement. Merope had such lovely hair! Ohhh the things she could do with that hair! She could make it look so pretty! She wished she had, like, shells and pearls and things to decorate it with since Merope was an undead of the aquatic variety and all. It would look so nice in her hair! She was drawn from her thoughts of the things she could do to Merope's hair by her request. It hadn't been one she expected, though perhaps she should have. "Well...you walk like a boil." Junko began, walking around Merope in a slow circle. She held her chin with one hand and eyed the undead ghoul critically. She wanted honesty, right?
"Your shorts are too baggy. You look like one just fine but it's clear you don't know what you're doing. Your voice probably isn't something we can change, but I swear I heard some really masculine ghoul at Riley's booth during the Floresctival so that's no big deal. Mostly it's just..pulling off actually being a ghoul! We're dainty things~." Mostly, anyway. Mandy was definitely not dainty. Nor was Shehk, and Riley wasn't either. But Merope wanted her help, right? She was happy to help!
Junko listened as she explained a little bit about why Merope had decided to change into a ghoul. She'd never heard of a boil becoming a ghoul before, but if it made Merope happy she would gladly support it! At least she was glad until she asked about who was speaking. Junko frowned, glancing back toward Her. Sayuri's ears perked as the visitor came to her, her fluffy purple tail wagging and thumping against the floor. Attention! She was getting attention! She pawed at the ghoul's leg and yipped excitedly, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted up at Merope. Pet me! Petmepetmepetmepetmepetmepetmepetmepetmepetmepetmepetmepetme!
"No...She did." She pointed at the back of her head. When She was brought to attention She grinned and raised a bit of hair to wave at the ghoul.
"A pleasure~." The Mistress chuckled before she resumed shoveling food into her mouth with about as much class as a hungry animal. Junko sighed.
"That's a really neat ability though! So...you want to be a ghoul..." Junko put her hands on her hips. "I'm flattered you're asking for my help! I'll do my best!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 3:07 am
Bouncing was contagious. Merope looked at Junko curiously, giving the other ghoul her full attention. She tilted her head to one side in puzzlement as she watched. “Controlled? I...” She looked down at herself, bounced, and then everything made sense. “Oh! Ohhhh. N-no, I’m just wearing my old clothes,” she admitted. “What do those look like? Or -- oh! Ooooh!” Enlightenment struck, and Merope shook her head. “Nope, I don’t have one of those.” Merope also highly doubted that she would be able to find one in the lost and found either.
She walked like a boil? Merope looked down at her feet. Her attention was then brought to her baggy shorts. They were too baggy? Merope did have to tighten the belt rather tightly when she put them on earlier. It looked like she needed to get a new wardrobe completely at this rate, she realized. And for some reason, the thought of shopping made her giddy and excited. Yay!
At Sayuri’s begging, Merope was too happy to give in and pet. Junko’s next words brought Merope’s gaze up. She stared. “Your -” she stopped as Junko’s hair waved at him. “Um,” Merope began, “Was that your head? Do all ghouls have that?” Her hands rose to feel around the back of her own head. “Am I going to get one??”
She looked worried, dropping one hand to continue petting Sayuri. The other one continued to feel around for a second mouth. None so far! “Oh maaan. I... Yeah. Second mouth or no, I’d like to. Where should we start? Walking, hair, shopping, clothes, or... wait.” A mystified look crossed Merope’s face. “Why am I suddenly excited about shopping?”
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 7:10 pm
When Merope finally understood Junko sighed with relief, glad she wouldn't have to demonstrate or go in depth more than she already had. This was a very good thing, and just as she thought Merope...had no bras. Junko made a slight face at that and eyed her chest. She needed a bra, at least one. Would Junko's own bras fit her? She couldn't really tell...that was going to be very awkward, so awkward Junko wasn't sure if she wanted to go that far. Time would tell. "Alright. We'll, um, go over that...later." Yes. Later. Very later...but...they probably would eventually.
Ugh. She was not looking forward to that.
Junko walked over to her dresser and opened each drawer one after the other to find what she was looking for. She had to have something in here the leviathan..ghoul could borrow. Pants? She didn't really have any pants. She had shorts for Fitness club? Would those fit? Oh dear, Merope probably didn't have any of the proper undergarments. This was bad, very bad. Junko wasn't cut out to be a teacher! Oh, Jack. Okay, Junko. Just...breathe. In and out. In and out. Deep, easy breaths. Junko somehow managed to calm herself enough to grab her shorts and turn to Merope in time for his question about her head. Her head? Um. Yes. All ghouls have a head...even Merope had a--OH!
"Oh! You mean the mouth. No, no. This is a trait of my race. Unless you suddenly became a futakuchi-onna you won't be getting one." Junko chuckled, walking over to where Merope was petting Sayuri with the shorts in hand. Sayuri was in bliss, laying on her back and kicking her leg until it thumped on the floor like a rabbit. Cute. "Weeee could start wi--what's wrong?" Was everything okay? Junko tilted her head curiously when she saw the look on Merope's face. Was everything alright? He--She looked..in awe. When he asked his last question she giggled and held the shorts against her chest. "Maybe being a ghoul is more than just appearances! If you really want to we can go shopping and I can teach you along the way!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 7:28 pm
If asked about undergarments, Merope would reply that yes, she did have some. Did she want to know about the boxers or briefs? At the very least despite Merope's lost and found "shopping" ways, she at least knew well enough to buy those from the store herself. Mold was never fun.
She breathed a loud sigh of relief as Junko reassured her, dropping her hand in order to give Sayuri double belly rubs with both hands. "Whew! No offense, but that... Yeeah, an extra mouth is a bit much for me. No offense," she quickly added, "But I've never seen anything like that -- er, her before. I'll stick with being undead."
At the suggestions of shopping, Merope patted Sayuri's belly fondly before standing up, bouncing once she was at her full height. "Shopping! I don't know why but that makes me feel really excited and giddy and -" she broke off, looking at the shorts Junko was holding curiously. "What's that? Anyway, shopping might be fun! I need to learn how to pass myself off as a ghoul, so being able to observe other ghouls at the same time should help. Right?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 8:39 pm
Sayuri was living the life. This was how things should be. Visitors could talk to Junko and pet her at the same time. Always petting, never not petting. Junko chuckled quietly at Merope's thoughts on having a second mouth, nodding in agreement. "No I totally understand. She's too much for me sometimes, but I've gotten better..." Junko watched as Sayuri wriggle and squirm beneath the two hands petting her, barking happily and wagging her tail. See? She wasn't so bad! She was so sweet! Even as her belly was pat she was happy, at least until Merope stopped. His hands left her and she stared up at him, whimpering and whining until she saw it. The purple blur. Her eyes widened. The purple blur was back! She squirmed, bending and twisting every which way to bite at her own tail while laying on her back.
Junko bit her lip as Merope began to bounce again. "Maybe I should teach you about bras first if you're going to keep doing that..and these're my shorts. I only ever wear them for things like Fitness club, they're kind of uncomfortable. I prefer skirts." She did a little turn at her hips to make the double-layered skirt she was wearing swish and sway. Skirts were so much more comfortable! "We'll go shopping after I teach you other stuff, okay? Give you some basics to build off of, y'know?" It made sense in her head.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:11 pm
Merope ceased her bouncing, looking down as Sayuri began to whine and chase her tail. There was something about the small pygmy fox that warmed his heart and made her want to scoop the creature up and cuddle with it non-stop. Before, furry things tended to dislike her room for its wetness, and she in turn disliked furry things for how soft they were. Maybe becoming a ghoul gave him a greater appreciation for the softer things in life?
“Y-yeah, we should probably start there then,” Merope answered, making sure to keep both feet on the ground. “With bras. But those are shorts? Those are... really short.” She reached out to poke the shorts uncertainly, glancing down at her own the fell to her knees.
“Learning the basics then shopping sounds good. That way I won’t buy something I shouldn’t right?” Merope brightened up, then dug in her pockets to pull out the hairsticks. “I guess after a run-down on bras, maybe hair next? You... You have a lot of hair and it looks nice, so I figured you were the best person to approach on the subject,” she added, embarrassed. “Where do we begin with that? Standard hair care? A brush or comb?”
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 11:12 pm
To be honest Sayuri was now lost to her neverending quest to catch her tail. It was a battle she had yet to win, but one day? Oh. She would win. She would be the victor. Bet on it.
"Well, yes. They're kind of small..but I'm a small ghoul." She chuckled, holding them out so he could poke at them. Okay. Weird. But whatever. "It's my preferred style. If you like your shorts you can keep those, but since you seem so excited about shopping we'll do that too!" Shopping with a ghoul who's never shopped as a ghoul sounded promising! What kinds of things would she buy? Junko sighed a moment and looked around, trying to figure out how to go about this. She wanted to get this done quickly.
But then Merope said the magic words. Hair. Her own hair lifted with excitement. Ohohoh! Yes! That was great motivation! Junko grinned. "Okay. That sounds like a good idea!" Junko tossed the shorts aside and returned to her dresser, grabbing a bra to begin her lesson. It was quick, short and as informative as one could get about bras. It was a lot more awkward for her than she thought it would be, but Junko never claimed to be a professional teacher. She was just so excited when they were done with that, wanting to get to the most important thing in the world to Junko. Well, appearance-wise anyway.
Hair.
"Hair as long as yours will need to be washed daily. Now, they say not to brush it when it's wet. You'll get split ends. But..do you really want to comb that? It's up to you." Junko explained as she made her way over to the bed and sat at the edge of it, patting beside her for Merope to do the same.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 1:26 am
Merope learned many things about bras quickly. Junko would be happy to know that later Merope put that information to good use, outfitting herself with several comfortable and supportive pieces of undergarments. Then again, Junko probably would not have been pleased to find that she had bought those specific ones in order to have a backup sling shot later. But it was a start!
As the topic changed to hair, Merope's ear fins perked up as Junko became excited. "Wash it daily, got it. As far as combing goes..." She reached behind herself and grabbed some of her hair, pulling it forward to examine it. "On my way here, I noticed a lot of mermaids combing their hair. I just figured it was something to do, but that takes awhile, doesn't it?" She mused, looking at Junko. "Which method do you recommend? Which do you use yourself? Should I use any sort of shampoo to wash it?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 12:36 pm
Yes, it was a good thing Junko didn't know about the true reason Merope had the bras. It was because she didn't ask...she didn't want to ask. It was weird for her to see that Merope had these things. A boil. Why would a boil have these things. Junko didn't want to know. And so it was with a relieved sigh that the subject change was welcomed, putting everything away so she could get out the things she really liked: Hair products. "Oh yes. Combing it is actually really relaxing. I do it myself just to pass the time buuuuut when I want to get the real tangles out I need a brush." She had a lot of hair, after all. Oddly enough split ends were not something she was worried about. "So I do a mixture of both. Really, it's personal preference. As for shampoo...um...what I use is a special blend made for my kind by others of my kind. Unfortunately I don't know any other kinds but we can look for some when we go shopping."
Suddenly Junko paused. Her hair lifted again, a sign that she was excited. Again. Her eyes were on Merope's hair and her hands held a small comb. "...Merope? Can I um...canIdoyourhair?" Please oh please? She really wanted to style her hair! It was so long and it looked so pretty! Junko was blushing with embarrassment for having asked if she could do this. Normally she wouldn't feel so awkward about this except for the fact that every other time she did another ghoul's hair she had some kind of excuse for it; An activity at her booth during the Floresctival, they asked or even just some idly playing became full on styling. Merope had wanted to ask about the hair sticks, right? Well Junko was more than happy to show her! She had a mirror he could look in while she did her!
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 3:07 am
Some things were better left unsaid and unasked. Merope didn’t want to think what Yui would think of if she found girl-things in his room. Would she assume he was cheating on her? Would she believe his tale of bending the genders for what he viewed as important? Maybe if he ignored the issue, it would go away.
Merope bobbed her head in acknowledgment, making a note. “So I’ll need a brush and comb. As a boil, I just kinda... rolled out of bed. And used my fingers.” She shrugged, adding, “And I’ll like that. Given that I’m undead, I’m not too sure what sort of shampoo would be nice. I know Yui...” She trailed off, looking distant. Then she shook her head and continued, “Yui uses something that smells nice, but given I’m undead? I don’t think it’d smell as nice.”
She was shaken out of her passive mood at Junko’s request. “If you don’t mind!” Merope replied, picking up a strand of hair and looking at it. “I went with long because I figured it’d make a better disguise. I don’t know where to begin with keeping it looking nice or not in the way! Do you have any suggestions for it?” Ah, if only Merope knew what sort of Pandora's Box he was about to open with that statement.
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