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 Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 2:27 pm
< To SugarPuss: Meet me at the Tavern, you shouldn't have a hard time finding me. Not like the hard time my mother had trying to find the mini-pet I smuggled into the house and hid amongst my sister's pets. I don't know if she ever figured it out or not... My name is Darren, by the way, Darren Vaughn - I'm a hagspawn...>WMS didn't know why - but everything he typed into the chat he started to spill out every little thing he'd been hoping to keep secret. It was really quite annoying but he didn't know how to stop. < To SugarPuss: I really like your avatar by the way I think it's really cute - and not just when you're a march hare either... I haven't really met any cute ghouls so I'm sorry if I have been weird about anything - I mean I know it's an avatar and not you but since I don't know you I have to assume that its you....>
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 3:41 pm
SugarPuss had separated briefly from WalkingMeatShield to make her way to the Lost Temple for her job class upgrade with the intent of meeting back up with him as soon as she was done with it. Something queer started happening just as she was about to set off from the Lost Temple in her new form as a Cheshire Cat Wraith to show her partner the really neat changes that accompanied the upgrade. Just like a switch that had been flipped on, she started getting messages in rapid succession from him. First about himself - what he did, his name back in the real world followed by what he thought about her thus far.
< To WalkingMeatShield: On my way. >
This was really really weird. Did something happen to him while she was gone? It had to be otherwise the next logical step would be to think that he was trying to build this up into a full on confession on the feelings that he had developed towards her since the day they met. In any case, it was probably better that she met up with him first before she jumped to anymore conclusion and it was with that thought in mind that she stepped into the Tavern and looked around to try to locate him.
< To WalkingMeatShield: I'm here. Are you still around? >
OOC My character's username: SugarPuss My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: WalkingMeatShield Current Guild: None Location: ? Small IC description of character: A doe-eyed petite female with ashen grey skin and raven black tresses done up in a loose side braid. Her eyes are amber in colour and she dons a sky blue coat as well as a scarf and stockings that are black with green stripes. Character journal: Here
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 3:58 pm
WMS was still sitting idle in the Tavern, he had been waiting very patiently for SP to show up. he wasn't going to move from the spot he was at till she found him. He started to wave at her once she walked in. < To SugarPuss: Over here! I am used to waiting so it really wasn't a big deal. I used to have to wait for my mother and sister all the time. I was kind of their steward I made sure they had everything they needed then waited for them to need something else. Once I actually screwed up and dropped some of my mom's potion and she got really upset and I had to sleep outside that night - that wasn't very fun... Then there was the time she took my eye...That was really embarrassing...>The fact that WMS could talk about losing body parts as a sign of embarrassment would probably say many things about the boil. Probably not good ones.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 4:08 am
Ah there he was. SugarPuss gave a nod and started over towards where WalkingMeatShield was just as her chat window exploded with more information on his life outside of the game. Yup. Something was definitely up with him and she was going to get down to it right now. Pulling up a chair to sit right next to him, she looked him over then leaned in close to gently place her hand on his forehead, not at all giving a hoot if that would cause the people around them to jump to the wrong conclusions as to their relation with each other.
"Are you alright? Did something happen to you while I was gone?" She frowned when she finally managed to process every word that he had sent in his private message to her. His family, whoever they were, didn't sound like very pleasant cripple if what he said was indeed true.
< To WalkingMeatShield: Whoa... wait a minute. What do you mean by you being a steward for your mother and sister? Aren't there others who ought to fill in that role instead of a family member like you? And what did you do that was so wrong that you had to lose an eye over it? >
OOC My character's username: SugarPuss My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: WalkingMeatShield Current Guild: None Location: ? Small IC description of character: A doe-eyed petite female with ashen grey skin and raven black tresses done up in a loose side braid. Her eyes are amber in colour and she dons a sky blue coat as well as a scarf and stockings that are black with green stripes. Character journal: Here
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 3:05 pm
"I ate some of the Peach Cobbler..." Meat admitted to SugarPuss as he contimplated if that was the reason he was unable to - for all intents and purposes, keep his yap shut. < To SugarPuss: No, all the males in the coven serve in that regard - its just how things are... Oh... I erm... tripped her up during her debut and made her look not so graceful... it was terrible I'm a horrible dancer I should have practiced more before she arrived. I felt so bad that I embarrassed mom in front of everyone, and by extension my sister... >Obviously he wasn't phased by it too much.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 3:37 pm
Peach Cobbler... ... oh. That Peach Cobbler. That would make sense then. SugarPuss was suddenly very very glad that she had picked the Honey Tart over that - being turned into a March Hare minipet was beyond a doubt infinite times better than telling the entire world her life story. "From the Tea Party?" She removed her hand from his forehead then sat back a little in her seat.
< To WalkingMeatShield: That's stupid. If your coven is so great and almighty, surely it can employ other lesser creatures to do your chores instead of enslaving your own. >
She really didn't care if she was being rude or brash with her comments on this matter. She just knew that families weren't supposed to treat one another like that even though she didn't have a semblance of a proper one of her own.
< To WalkingMeatShield: ... but you tried your best right? It was a small thing all in all yet that cost you an eye? Don't tell me that they're going to chop off your limbs the next time round something like that happens?! >
OOC My character's username: SugarPuss My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: WalkingMeatShield Current Guild: None Location: ? Small IC description of character: A doe-eyed petite female with ashen grey skin and raven black tresses done up in a loose side braid. Her eyes are amber in colour and she dons a sky blue coat as well as a scarf and stockings that are black with green stripes. Character journal: Here
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 5:16 pm
Meat shrugged, not really sure how to respond. < To SugarPuss: To be fair, they probably would. Thankfully I'm going to school at Amity now so I'm not having to worry about that until after I graduate, and who knows - I might not return after that and find my own in life... >He smiles at her. He really hoped that was the case.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 8:30 pm
< To WalkingMeatShield: You should do that. I would if I were you. You shouldn't let those creeple do all kinds of nasty to you. That's just wrong. >
She wasn't sure why but she was starting to feel kind of sorry for the boil. Which was sorta unusual for her since she could never bring herself to care for another person, let alone a total stranger whom she so happened to run into and did all sorts of quests together in this game.
< To WalkingMeatShield: So you're a student at Amityville huh... >
Smiling back at him, she blinked slowly a few times, a contemplative look on her face.
< To WalkingMeatShield: Which year are you in? >
OOC My character's username: SugarPuss My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: WalkingMeatShield Current Guild: None Location: ? Small IC description of character: A doe-eyed petite female with ashen grey skin and raven black tresses done up in a loose side braid. Her eyes are amber in colour and she dons a sky blue coat as well as a scarf and stockings that are black with green stripes. Character journal: Here
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 10:43 pm
< To SugarPuss: I'm a first year... Like I said before I don't have a lot of friends - most of them are people my sister knows and I have one that I made all on my own but I don't really hang out with her much. >The effect of the pastry was starting to wear off thankfully. < To SugarPuss: What about you? >
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 10:56 pm
< To WalkingMeatShield: You don't need a whole lot of friends in this world unless you intend to run for the student council or something that requires you to be popular with people. >
SugarPuss spelled it out plain and simple for him. Taking a deep breath, she wondered just exactly how much she should reveal about herself since this wasn't exactly something that Yvette would usually do.
< To WalkingMeatShield: I recently got enrolled into Amityville so I guess that'll put me in the same year as you then? >
Reaching up with one hand, she tugged absentmindedly at her braid.
OOC My character's username: SugarPuss My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: WalkingMeatShield Current Guild: None Location: ? Small IC description of character: A doe-eyed petite female with ashen grey skin and raven black tresses done up in a loose side braid. Her eyes are amber in colour and she dons a sky blue coat as well as a scarf and stockings that are black with green stripes. Character journal: Here
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 10:58 pm
.. A date? A ghoul was asking him out on a date? ... < To SugarPuss: It would be a privilege and an honor to take you out on a date if we crossed paths at school... How will I know it's you though? I don't even know your name or... >This was... suddenly very exciting.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 11:18 pm
< To WalkingMeatShield: I'll hold you to that. >
SugarPuss smiled sweetly, pleased somewhat that she managed to come across someone as nice as him and in the same year as her to boot in Amityville Academy. The prospect of being all alone in a new environment suddenly didn't seem so daunting right now.
< To WalkingMeatShield: I'll find you. After all, you did tell me that your name is Darren... Vaughn. It shouldn't be that hard since we probably will share a few classes in common at least? >
She nodded a few times, optimistic that this would work out a okay.
OOC My character's username: SugarPuss My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: WalkingMeatShield Current Guild: None Location: ? Small IC description of character: A doe-eyed petite female with ashen grey skin and raven black tresses done up in a loose side braid. Her eyes are amber in colour and she dons a sky blue coat as well as a scarf and stockings that are black with green stripes. Character journal: Here
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 11:21 pm
She did have a point - and maybe she was shy and didnt' want to give up her real identity, he could respect that. So he decided he wouldn't worry about it and press the issue. < To SugarPuss: Okay, it's good to know that I have a Cheshire kitten waiting for me outside the game as well as in... > He winked, trying to pass on what was... a horrible, horrible attempt at flirtation.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 11:35 pm
At least he didn't seem like the type to probe whatever she wasn't willing to give up readily so brownie points to him for that. SugarPuss smiled to herself as she decided to play along with him.
< To WalkingMeatShield: ... so I'm supposed to be your Cheshire kitten now huh? >
Getting up from her seat, she padded over, smiling coyly at him as she boldly sat in his lap and encircled her arms around his neck. It wasn't as if they knew each other in the real world yet so why not have themselves a little harmless fun, she figured.
< To WalkingMeatShield: Don't suppose that I have to remind you that kitties have claws... >
OOC My character's username: SugarPuss My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: WalkingMeatShield Current Guild: None Location: ? Small IC description of character: A doe-eyed petite female with ashen grey skin and raven black tresses done up in a loose side braid. Her eyes are amber in colour and she dons a sky blue coat as well as a scarf and stockings that are black with green stripes. Character journal: Here
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 11:40 pm
Meat had been completely okay until she came and sat in his lap. Then pretty much every bit of thinking shut down and his brain entered an idle cycle for a few minutes as he tried desperately to figure out how to react. This was completely foreign territory for him and he was completely out of his depth. < To SugarPuss: I.. uh... uhm... No! >Oh so eloquent... < To SugarPuss: I mean... Uhm... I didn't mean to infer that you were like... my ghoulfriend just from one date... that would be rather... forward of me.>He was blushing up a storm though. < To SugarPuss: It's just... you're a really cute ghoul, and you're really nice and you treat me like a normal boil or creeple and I really like that about you... so maybe if the date goes well you might... actually be my Cheshire Kitten... Is my hope anyway...>Oh he was complete putty in her hands now. Really.
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