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 Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 8:30 pm
Life - Sucked. He was given a free drink - and paid the "price" if you will. There was always a price, and he was now fluff. Sure, he was used to wearing a foxfire jacket, but this was ridiculous.
At least he was warm.
Yet now he was smaller than he was before, on four stubby legs, and left being.....unsexy. He was gorgeous before. Thick eyebrows. Big horns. Shimmering bald. At least he could hit on some ghouls without them knowing. He just had to - FIND the ghouls. Action was action one way or another.
As he padded across campus, he soon found himself tired. Everything was so far away!!!
A little whimper came out as he sat down and panted.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 8:57 pm
Clyde had been wandering around the campus, familiarizing the area as he never did try to in the beginning. He had almost lost his way to his room three times now and he would love to not experience such a thing ever again. However, his little expedition stops to a halt as something red catches his attention. It whimpered and panted and was fluffy as a pillow, and it was sitting on the floor.
What in Jack’s name is that thing?
A question easily answered, when the varcolac went up to the fluff ball and picked it up. It was the single fluffiest foxfire he had seen and dear jack, were those horns on its head? “Dear Jack, how did you get here?” Clyde asked as he stared at the rather unimpressed face of the foxfire, “And how are you so fluffy? You could rival a pillow with how fluffy you are!”
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 9:21 pm
TG was trying to guestimate how far his room was and how long it would take when he noticed a shadow fall over him. Looking up, he noticed a VERY tall undead boil looking down at him.
He was going to be eaten.
That or fed to something. He knew there were a few minipets he fed to his cockatrice and now divine justice was going to have it's way with him.
Tail dropping, he shrunk when the boil reached down, and soon he was picked up. The look of what he was first imaging as hunger was actually just plain surprise. This boil thought he was lost and fluffy.
Oh great. He was adorable, but this was a boil. Just his luck.
"I walked here." He stated, tail curling as he regarded the 'genius'. "Clearly I'm just special to be this fluffy." He was TG after all, and as a very proud imp, he guessed he would be just as impressive as a foxfire. If this was another time and place, with TG being normal and regarding a foxfire as fluffy as he was now, he would have snatched the minipet up and asked someone to sheer him to make another coat.
Ugh. He was an undead. Could this get any worse?
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 9:33 pm
“Right you wa—“ Clyde suddenly stopped as the information of a talking foxfire slowly processed itself in his brain. His hold on the foxfire was still firm, but the size of his eyes had become twice as large.
“You…Talk?” The varcolac questioned as his mind tried to explain with every single logical explanation he could get from there. Sadly he couldn’t think of a very good one as all he could do was stare at the little creature in his grasp, still un-amused and sounding like…what’s the word? Clyde wasn’t sure what it was, but right now he needs to calm down and figure out how in the word he’s talking to a foxfire.
“Okay…so. What happened to you?”
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 9:44 pm
TG suddenly smiled as a very wicked idea crossed his mind. First off, he wasn't going to say he was a student. His dignity as a imp would be hit if he had to admit he was duped into drinking a potion and was now this for a while. Better yet, the boil was clearly in shock. Talking minipets were not common. In fact, no minipets talked.
Oh - this would be good.
"I'm magical. I was gifted by magical powers to talk." He said, smiling as his tail wagged. " This way, he could still pretend he was a minipet and hit up ghouls. If he was a boil, this would be weird for both of them.
"Where are you headed?" He hoped someplace close to his dorm. Better yet, he wondered if he could sucker this guy into some candy.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 10:08 pm
Magical powers…Right.
Clyde gave the foxfire another look as his mind slowly wrapped itself around the concept of a minipet talking to him. What the fur ball was telling him could be true and that it was just a red fluffy a** foxfire that had the special ability to talk, or…The varcolac wasn’t sure but he wasn’t going to put all his money on the idea it was a magical fur ball.
“Right…Well, I’m headed to some random direction.” Clyde answer with an exasperated smile, “Where are you headed Furball? Maybe I can give you a lift back to wherever you should be.”
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 11:12 pm
Jack. No Cigar. The boil was more clever just to believe what someone said as truth. Smart - but annoying.
"Demon dorms." He stated, guessing he could at least get a ride. "I'll tell you what happened if you take me there." He might as well bargain for a ride. Getting ALLLLLLLL the way to the dorms seemed impossible with hit little legs.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 12:35 pm
The demon dorms, that’s down…Clyde gave his surroundings a good look before nodding and headed towards the direction he thought might be the right one.
“Well, you can tell me while I try to get us there.” He replied, trying to figure out how to hold the foxfire in his arms. Maybe he should just put him on his head or something; it would leave his hands free. “Hey Fur ball, you might want to tell me if we’re heading in the wrong direction. I’m still directionally challenged when it comes to this place.”
They turned a corner and…Oh Jack, where are they now? Clyde doesn’t look too impressed with himself and being lost in two minutes.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 12:57 pm
TG tried to look around, but behind held at this angle made it rather hard to look. Still, just checking had him noticing a few things. "Hey, I'm new too, but you are - Where the heck are you even now?!" He looked around and noticed more shrubbery and a dank smell.
"Oh for Jack's sake. You're heading behind the monster dorms into the swamp. Turn around and head ....that direction." He pointed a stumpy leg out to his right.
Seeming to puff more in agitation, he began. "A couple of horsemen came on the grounds and I was looking for my minipet." Who happened to have run off again but TG was not in the least bit concerned. "They offered me a drink. Should have known." Nothing was free. NOTHING WAS EVER FREE, and no one was EVER nice without wanting something in return. Lesson Re-learned.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 1:26 pm
Nodding at the foxfire’s suggestion, Clyde turned around and headed off towards the right. Hopefully the two will find their way to the demon dorms in good time. Maybe he should ask around and see if someone could just give or let him borrow a map of the campus.
“So the horsemen did this? Hm…” The thought was oddly entertaining but he would have hated to have such an experience himself. Clyde readjusted the weight in his arms. “You also mentioned you were looking for your minipet? Did you find it?”
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 2:05 pm
"My minipet? Oh yeah. The mutts somewhere over there or....there." He waved vaguely with his paw, not at all caring where his Cycorgi was. The mutt was useless and he wasn't going to cry if it fell into a hole or got eaten by a student.
"What the Jack are you, anyways?" He regarded the boil. Undead. Rotting. Ugh. There wasn't much to regard actually. Who would want a servant like this? Then again, he was strong, but what undead wasn't? They were all manual workers anyways.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 2:18 pm
“You…have no idea where it is.” Clyde shook his head at the fur ball before making a mental note to keep an eye out for a wandering minipet. At least he’ll know who to return it to.
The varcolac sighed silently before giving a slight hum in reply to the question. “I’m a Varcolac. What about you? Some sort of sprite or something?” He questioned while taking a left turn, “Are we going the right way?”
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 3:00 pm
"Ugh! A sprite?! As if! I'm much more handsome than that." To which he placed a small paw on his chest to show that, if the undead looked past the fluff, that he was indeed handsome - or so TG imagined.
"I'm a imp." He stated proudly, before looking about and wiggling in the boil's hands, trying to look around better. "I don't know! Don't you keep a campus map. Hold me up higher or put me on your shoulders or something. I can't see a jackin thing from this angle."
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 3:14 pm
“An Imp?” Clyde stared at the proud fur ball in his arms. He gave him another good look, trying to figure out the other’s “handsomeness” before shrugging at the idea. Not like he care, but the only thing he could say about the foxfire is that he looks like an overgrown fur ball.
“Right, you probably can’t see behind you with me in the way.” He planted the foxfire on his head. “That high enough for you?”
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 6:04 pm
-- Cyle Acquired Fluffball Hat! + 5 Adorables --
Not only that, but a fluffball for a hat made a nice warm cover. TG did not mind at all, and made himself comfortable, planting his stubby paws in place to get a good grip from falling off and looked around.
"Okay. We're around the monster dorms. Main building is there. We need to pass that and on the highest hill is the demon dorms." He paused and looked down at the boil. "Don't you have GPS?" Or was this undead too dumb and poor?
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