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 Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 10:08 am
Muka wasn't sure what sort of magic the 'illegal' artifact had imbued them with but he was suddenly feeling very crafty. The strix scrambled amongst the flipped tables, shreads of ribbons and manage to scrounge up some objects. Using his taloned nails he whittled away, hissing his giggles as he worked.
He let out a triumphant noise and stood up, whipping around what he's made!
It was a one handed sword made of foam, whittled to have a deadly-ish foam edge! Into the hilt was set the skull of a BunnyWunny and black ribbons flowed off of the handle. As he spun the sword magical black skull shaped energy trailed behind the blade. How did this happen? WHO KNOWS.
He pointed the sword at the sky and with a laugh yelled. "FEED MY HUNGER!! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The latter part of his statement being a bloodcurdling owl's screech. Also a mysterious wind blew around him lifting his little skirt to reveal poofy pantaloons with Scary Faces all over them -> twisted
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 10:32 am
Roch glanced up at Art as he lovingly, carefully carved the headstock of his guitar. "Yeah," he said. "What, don't think it's magical enough?" But he didn't seem to care, since he kept working.
It would have been a bit shocking to see how much detail he put into the bit of Styrofoam if you didn't take into account that he formed a fully working guitar out of FEAR on a regular basis. The rough outline of the guitar was already carved and was rapidly detailed into a believable shape. Once the stryofoam part was finished, he added in tuning pegs, bridge, tremlo, and other little parts made out of cardboard.
After that he grabbed a few cans of pink (Jackdammit, didn't they have any other color than that?) and black (okay, that was a bit better) paint and started painting the guitar. The styrofoam parts were painted black with pink accents, the cardboard parts pink with black. Once he was done with that he punched holes in the cardboard with the scissors and used the thread to make strings going from the tuning pegs to the bridge.
"Let's see... they wanted an attack phrase, right?" he said, as much to Art as to himself. "How about something like... 'With my ax I will... punish you'?" Then he snorted. "Sounds jackin' moronic, but hell, maybe it'll make up for the lack of a bow. What are you making?" he asked a bit belatedly, since it had been a while since the question was asked in the first place.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:32 am
Glad to be gone of that little menace of a carrot, Calder huffed as he thought about making a weapon. His eyes looked at the giant carrot stick he was carrying in one hand and he swung it a bit. It might knock someone out, but it would do very little else. Unless it made lots of annoying carrot guardians like Ninjin. One was more than enough. That is, unless the rest were slow enough for Calder to catch and eat them. He was still hungry.
Several magical boils as ghouls and ghouls were going for the arts and crafts to start making a weapon, but Calder really wasn't feeling it. What he wanted was to kick Riley in the face and find a kilt. This skirt was very unmanly.
Moving over, he plopped down with little enthusiasm beside some construction paper and crayons. Frowning, he picked a piece up and started to work it, folding corners and idly messing with it before it turned into....a carrot.
"What, ni?" He said, confused. He tried again, this time just using crayons to draw. However, it seemed as much as he tried, he could only draw carrots. It seemed Sailor Carrot was doomed to just make carrots. What a lame weapon!!!
Calder looked at his carrot covered paper and frowned. Now he was hungry and pissed making for one cranky Sailor Carrot. Huffing, Calder looked about, trying to spot if he could make a better weapon and....got some very near shots of panties from various boils.
His head slowly tilted to admire what little he could see, trying to make out anything in the shadows of various pleated skirts. What he needed was a good breeze. A nice strong breeze. His eyes wandered about to various other boils in skirts. Feeling a touch warm, he started to fan himself off with his paper before he paused.
Fan.
A evil, feral grin crawled on the adorable features of the magical boil gone ghoul and he set to work folding his paper. "Fufufufufu, ni." He found himself laughing in the most peculiar way, but all the same, he was quick to make a weapon. Rising, he tried to find his first target.
It just so happened the closest boil with horns and a skirt was Jericho, and taking a firm stance, Calder poise.
((Everyone can have their skirts flip up if you want. Fufufu.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:59 am
Malodore squawked as a sudden breeze pushed at it, setting its back-blades to chiming and very nearly blowing off its hat - it seemed much less stable on its head in this new, shrunken form! Most displeasing. Fortunately its skirt was tight enough that all it did was ripple at the base. Not too much leg exposure, thank Jack!
The wind did, however, send some of the cannon cats tumbling head over heels towards it and Riley. Oh dear.
"Ah... a little help?" it said, looking entreatingly at Jericho.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 12:01 pm
Muka noted the adorable ghoul in the carrot getup. He didn't know that it was really a boil. They were so adorable, even if carrots weren't the strix's favorite thing in the world.
The carrot-y wind swept across the group of them, various boils bulges and others lack there of were exposed to the world. Muka simply giggled and tried to hold his skirt down. He felt like Marilyn Moanroe as his poofy pantaloons were exposed once again and elicited another delighted giggle from the monster.
Apparently the weirder the activity, the more fun he had fun.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 12:02 pm
Oh so now they had to get a weapon? Well that would have been fine with Jericho if their things weren't going to be made out of foam and cardboard. Seriously. What kind of weapons were these supposed to be? He already felt humiliated just from the things he was wearing now.
Staring at the materials they needed to work with, he didn't even know where to begin. The dragon didn't even get why they were even doing this right now. It had to be some sort of sick joke.. or something.
Picking up a piece of foam, he looked it over and suddenly felt a gust of wind hit him and blowing his skirt around.
"Oh what the?!" he started while pushing down the fabric. Quickly he turned and saw Calder with a fan. Narrowing his eyes, he took a few steps towards the Kelpie and shouted, "WHAT THE JACK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?"
After this, he heard Mal's plea for help. He turned and saw the reason why... Cannon cats.
"Ah dammit!" he cursed before taking flight to intercept the pesky critters.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 12:10 pm
Calder was impressed that his massive fan had made a very decent amount of wind and took a moment to take pleasure in seeing various frilled skirts flip up and reveal all manner of lacey undergarments on a few boils. Pleased with his weapon, he slowly let his head tilt as he appraised each one, his eyes darting about so that he could take in the sights as quickly as he could and making note to stop for a nice view of Jericho. Unlike most boils who didn't know to be wary about the wind lifting up their undergarments, Calder wore a kilt almost at all times and was better trained. Most boils didn't bat an eye as the wind picked up but found themselves quickly grabbing the hems of their skirts as they were reminded they were wearing one and that it was a rather breeze-disliking garment.
It seemed that Jericho was also disliking of said breeze, and came over to shout at him. Smiling, Calder pretended to be completely innocent. "I was just testing my weapon out, ni. Even still, a good blow between the legs is refreshing and you seem to need to cool off, ni. Fufufu,ni." He opened his fan and let it cover half of his curling smile. "Nice panties by the way, ni."
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 2:09 pm
Damien's ears were standing at attention from the yell of the displeased tatzel and knew he had to get ready for the payback his mischief had caused. It was time for weapons? "Yes, ya hear that, weapons Roch, MANLY STUFF!"
Perfect.
After running around in lace undergarments and frilly skirts, a little bit of steel and ... wait, we had to make it out of cardboard or Styrofoam?
His ears flopped down to match the pout on his face over the toy weapons. Rolling up a piece of cardboard into a tube and sealing it, while placing a sphere of styrofoam coated in green paint. It was the staff of chew toys! "Go, Squeaky staff magic!"
He was so distracted by the hilarious mock weapon he made, that the fluttering updraft under his skirt went unnoticed as the dog bone print undergarments came into view for a brief instant.
Oh fanservice.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 2:41 pm
"Just trying to make conversation, man." Artemis had already begun working on his own weapon, rolling strips of card board around the plastic tube, and tying ribbons in various different places. Using his demonic nails, he cut a few fragments out of tube, and fashioned some long, curly ribbons. When it was all said and done, he had made himself a pretty good something, for what they had to work with.
"Sounds good man. Not as desu ne as some, but at least you're keeping your manliness in tact." He himself was working on a catchphrase right now, biting his lower lip, sucking on the holes where his lips were once pierced. Everything just sounded too desu...
Then, the gust of wind. WHO THE HELL? He whipped around, ignoring the fact that his heart print boycut panties were showing, seeing Calder being all perverse and such. The Monsters were always the strange ones...
Turning back to the Rocker-Reaper, he glanced down at his weapon. "Well, it's..." What was this feeling? It felt like bubblegum firework ponies were leaping around inside his belly, farting rainbows and burping sparkles. A sudden urge to stand up and pose like a champ overcame him, and he followed the urge, springing into the most magical girl pose he could think of. "It's the Pink Ink Magical Blade! The weapon was a two-handed longsword, ribbons a plenty, and enough glitter to make a Treat go into Desu-shock. "And with this blade, I'll put a tattoo of sunlight on the world!
What the Jack?
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 3:14 pm
"Whatever floats your pumpkins," Roch said to both Demi(-na?) And Art. "But I am seriously glad I put on a miniskirt instead of one of those frilly things," he added as the other skirts flapped up, but his stayed right in place. It was too tight to flap up like that.
Then, his weapon finished, he put it down and picked up Lizzy's guitar again, leaning against the cardboard wall slightly and plucking at the strings. "What, exactly, are we gonna do to beat this... enemy? I mean, I dunno about you, but I'm not exactly good at fighting in a skirt! Not that I ever have before. What about you guys? Ever fight in a skirt before?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 3:23 pm
"I've run in a skirt before." Mot said to Roch as he approached the boil, a smirk on his face. "Not the first time I've had to cross-dress, and probably not the last." He saluted him and the other boils. "Sorry to interrupt." No he wasn't.
Mot bent down to grab some materials for his prop gun. He pulled together scraps of cardboard, rolling them in tape, over and over again, until he had the barrel of a gun. "Gotta say, you boils are looking uh... handsome?" He snorted, though he himself was quite the sight in pink and frills.
Hmm. The gun would do. But what would he say when using it? Pretty Miracle Pistol X? Pffft.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 4:02 pm
xxxxxSo many boys bending over. So many undergarments. Not surprisingly, Danny wasn't exactly appalled or flustered. She kind of walked around in a bikini and short shorts, so skin was nothing new. Still, it was fun to see what underwear people were wearing! The dog boy's were pretty cute. She wondered where she might get a pair. Danny, herself, was wearing a cute pair of black underwear with a little flame on the right butt cheek. She was so easy to predict.
xxxxxWhat she did not like was the effect it had on her tail. Wind + Fire = Fire goes out. Instinctively, she thrust her tail towards her front side and sheltered it with her hands and stomach. When the miniature wind storm was over, she yelled, "HEY. WATCH IT." Relaxing back into her normal, laidback stance, she noticed a part of her skirt lace had been singed off. Nothing was revealed still, but the lace being gone made her a tad upset. Awwwww man.
xxxxx"Ohhhh so like ... we have no FEAR. Your fear is a guitar. I get it I do!" she insisted. He seemed a tad frustrated, but even if he was, Danny didn't notice at all.
xxxxxWeapons! Fun! Danny looked at her plastic wand that she had picked out in the dressing room. Did it not count as a weapon? Too bad, it was actually sort of growing on her. What with the shiny balls with flames in them. She glanced a Roch and said, "Of course I've fought in a skirt ... What a stupid question Roch!" She giggled as though she was sharing a secret with some invisible best friend. Roch could be so dumb at times.
xxxxxShe skipped over to Roch and helped him paint his pretty guitar. It would look less awkward if a girl was helping him, right? Then, Danny asked, "Say guys ... what weapon should I make?" She looked like a little kid lost in a grocery store. It had to be an awesome weapon though! She held up a piece of styrofoam and a piece of cardboard. What should she make...
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 4:11 pm
"Trust me, this does not float my boat." Damien said sternly to Roch before tugging down the folds of that accursed skirt showing off his undergarments. He'd never understand how some ghouls could deal with such a flippant form of attire. "I have no clue what mock weapons will do against a person, magical cardboard papercuts?" He mused out of the punk before giving the sixth string on the guitar a pluck.
He did quirk a eyebrow up at Mot's open admittance of going pantless before. "Is that so Mot?" The hound really hoped he didn't go into detail of how the first cross dressing experience was. He gave a short scoff at the gunslinger and flicked his newly extended hair idly. It was a stroke of good luck finding those things in the box and well, why not? "You're one to talk, The pink Bandit."
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 4:21 pm
Weapon-making sounded like the kind of activity Riley was more than happy to take part in. The only issue was the materials involved. She lifted a single finger, ready to ask if she was allowed to return to her dorm to attain some alloy ready for melting into a proper weapon, but the finger immediately dropped as soon as she thought about it for a moment. These cutesy, happy things probably did not want real weapons, did they?
Nor did they want bloodshed.
Booorrriiiing.
Riley broke off a chunk of styrofoam, scratching the surface of it idly with her fingers, when the gust of wind blew cannon cats towards Malodore. Her blood ran cold, and she stumbled a step to save it, when the flash of red and skirt flew right by her (was he actually wearing women's underwear..?!) and saved Malodore from the cannon cat wind. Jericho looked every bit the hero, even in a skirt and fuku.
Just.. still really funny. She would have laughed about it all over again, if the cannon cats hadn't just spoiled her mood. She looked down hatefully at her piece of styrofoam, and her fingers began to work of their own accord, scraping and scratching out a crude body. Her expression turned to a sneer as it started to take shape, but before she could finish it she felt the shudder of air just before a cat came flying at her, and she used the crude styrofoam body she'd made to bat it away, breaking the weapon in half as it cracked against the cannon cat and sent it flying.
Styrofoam. Who in their right mind decided that we should make weapons from styrofoam.. Riley growled under her breath, as she sat down to start all over. When she'd completed her sculpture, she grabbed a red and blue marker.
This one had better not fall to pieces. I feel sick to my stomach just looking at it.
She sunk her claws into the rump of her new 'weapon', and stood back up, ready to swing it at the first thing that bothered her.
Which could very well be Calder, at this point.
Enemies beware my.. anti-cannon strike. She swung the cannon cat around as she cried out her weapon's battle cry.. with less enthusiasm than one might hope for.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 4:44 pm
The Pink Bandit? Mot paused for a moment, then looked up with a grin. "Oooh I like it." He said with dark and evil tone. Yes, quite nice. He tried not to laugh. Tried. His smirk stayed put, as he worked more on his weapon. "What shall we call you? The Green Harlet?" He asked with as much nonchalance as he could muster.
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