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 Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 8:46 pm
Vinnie and Hellene followed the aloof monster toward the exit, and Vinnie couldn't help but feel like she had seen this monster before. She half-listened to Hellene's chatter as her Moancy Boo skills of deduction went wild... she hadn't been to school yet, so that's not it... the wreckord store? Maybe... Then it hit her. The Hextended Family basement show last month... there were maybe 12 people there, and he was one of them; standing against the back wall looking positively bored, but his tapping foot betrayed him.
They had reached what Gryff had claimed was the exit: A rusted ladder that rose over their heads to a tiny blink of light high above them. Vinnie stretched her wings, deciding to fly up instead of chancing the precariousness of the ladder. "Hey, thanks man." She smiled at Gryff. "I'll see you at the next Hextended Family show." And with that, she fluttered up to the trapdoor in the ceiling....
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 1:32 pm
Gryff startled. Someone else who had been at the Hextended Family show? What were the chances of that? For a moment a feeling flickered up in him, it might have been pity, but it died quickly. Intruders into the Catacombs had to be dealt with severely, otherwise they might repeat their offenses. Anywhere, they were the Headless Headmistress' problem now.
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 4:47 pm
Lin was a gremlin, and as such, it was understandable that he was unable to use an iCoffin as freely as other monsters. Well, not without causing an area-wide blackout at least.
This was why the grand telegraph key, set up in the corner of the Tribe's hangout, stationed beside Gryff's feather stuffed cushion and right above Sweety's little hazardly constructed home, started to click away. The device built into it acted like a ticker tape and a message slid out onto a thin strip of paper..."Hi Gryff ol' pal! How's unlife in the Catacombs? The Circus is great! Wish you were here! As a matter of fact, can you swing by tomorrow? So we can talk? Say hi to Atomica and my family for me! - Lin."
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 8:03 am
Atomica turned from her current time-wasting activity of dangling Clickers over Sweetie to bat around (Clickers didn't mind and Sweetie was down ever since Lin ran away to the circus) when she heard the telegraph go off. She rolled her LED eyes. Appreciation of 'vintage' things aside, it was SOOOO inconvenient to use the telegraph to communicate when she was RIGHT there and had a wi-fi connection and everything. Why didn't Gryff just text her?
She tuned her audio sensors onto the series of dots and dashes and booted up her translation software. It was from Lin! For a moment, her positronic brain lit up...but then it dimmed again as she got the full message.
"He invites GRYFF to the circus but not me?! What a bum! What a loser! Gryff and I totally don't even like you now, Lin! Uggh, why don't you just go....um....kiss a cream pie!" Yes. That is exactly what she would say to Lin. Tomorrow. When she went with Gryff to the circus to yell at Lin for his invitation to the circus.
Atomica rattled off a text to Gryff informing him of the message...
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 7:25 pm
Gryff paced up and down the lair, every so often pausing to reread the archaic text-strip Lin had sent. Atomica hadn't been joking. Lin wanted to meet him today. To apologize? It had to be. There was no other reason. He was probably regretting this circus business now that everyone else was joining. Of course.
Lin would apologize and Gryff would magnanimously forgive him and allow him back into the lair to fix the hexpresso machines and feed Sweety. Gryff had only managed to coax the skunk from the ramshackle hovel once, taking him back home. Whether out of loneliness and grief, Sweety has escaped and sprayed Byff's room. That had been fortuitous except then Byff had to share Gryff's room. Sweety was back in the lair and Gryff was staying there as much as possible. He could either deal with his brother or a depressed skunk. He was in probably the worst mood of his entire life
Lin had to come back. So Gryff could stay at his house.
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 12:32 pm
Ah the cool factor that was the Trouble Tribe's secret lair!
Lin was buried halfway upside down under the hood of his little pet project, what he affectionately referred to as his (and never tell Gryff!) put-put mobile, working on assembling a new engine so (hopefully) one day it'd run without shooting out sparks everywhere.
Oh the day when he'd be able to drive Gryff to a coffin house on the freakend or to one of those underground clubs! Boo that'd be swell!
Then his iCoffin went off and Lin wiggled out from under the hood and back onto the step stool in front of the jaloppy. He fished around in his pocket, tongue stuck between his teeth, and spilled treats foor Sweety and small tools on the floor until he found his little gizmo.
No sooner did he pull up he hext and got a small look...From: Glen da West
"Hey boos! You're all invited for a boos-only creepover at the Merha Manor, hosted by yours truly, me! And Kai too, cause its his house. Bring yourZZZT-POP!And that was the end of that iCoffin!"Aw moan!" Lin gave it a shake and shook his head.
He turned and looked about when he spotted Gryff chillin' out on his personal sofa, with the stuffing poking out, along with a spring or two, his eyes closed with utter relaxation while he listened to a Skella Witcherald album on vinyl. He hated to interrupt but he was dying of curiousity."Hey Gryff!" He held up his still smoking iCoffin. "Did you get some sorta invite too?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 8:11 am
Gryff grunted acknowledgment at Linn and shifted slightly so he could reach into his pants. Smoothly he tugged his iCoffin out of his back pocket and opened one eye, lazily scrolling through his messages.
"Kai is having some kind of thing over at his place with a bunch of boos, they want snacks. At least the guest list is good, I'm on it. Maybe he's finally wised up and ditched those poseurs of his."
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 7:02 am
Friday. One week after Tombcoming.
5:30 in the evening.
The Ghouls Locker Doom behind the Skulltimate Roller Maze Arena.
Atomica stomped into the SKRM locker doom and tossed her bag onto a bench. This had been a frustrating week at school for her, and now this. Normally, Atomica loved SKRM, even though she spent most of the matches watching from the sidelines as the "A" squad performed. That was fine by her....after all, you don't use your "B" BEST weapon all the time. But this week her atomic battery was just itching to blast something.
It had all started with her lab partner, Ronan, and his-
"Servo! Glad you made it. Get geared up and be prepared."
"Huh?" Atomica looked quizzically at the team's student coach, Clawd Wolf. "What's the point? I'm just going to be observing the match, like always."
"Nuh uh." Clawd shook his head. "We're facing Smogsnorts tonight. They're at the rock bottom of the rankings. That means tonight is a perfect night to experiment with shaking up the lines."
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 4:09 pm
Meme burst into the ghoul's locker room, pumped full of energy. "Howdy partners! Coach!" She saluted at her teammates. "What do you mean by experimenting? You mean us?" The clown ghoul looked confused.
"You heard right, crazy clown. The B Team are hitting the tracks tonight!" She honked her nose and fist pumped the air whilst skating in circles around the coach.
"We get to play!" She cackled. This was exactly what she needed after a rather disappointing and frustrating few days. The week had gotten weirder as it went along and Ronan was acting stranger than usual, especially when-
"Wait.." The realisation hit her like a clown car. "We get to play!?" Her arms dropped to her sides and she leant against the wall with a thunk. Suddenly her stomach jumped nervously and she felt pins and needles in her brain.
Clawd crossed his arms against his chest, "Don't be panicking on us now; you ghouls'll wipe them out for sure. Besides, you need the practise of a real match to progress your own skills and work on techniques together." He nodded knowingly.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 4:25 am
Friday. One week after Tombcoming.
5:45 in the evening.
The Boos Locker Doom behind the Skulltimate Roller Maze Arena.
"Okay guys..." Clawd Wolf started his pep talk when Glen zoomed past him and behind the lockers. So, he tried again, "Guys, this game we're..."
And Glen zooms from behind the lockers and around Ryder in his tripped up wheelchair, ready for the match.
Clawd sighed, having should be used to his, "Glen we need to..."
And Glen came full circle and went to 'circle' Clawd but the student coach grasped him boy the arm and ended up being spun like a top due to Glen's momentum.
"Whoooooa!" Clawd called out when he let go and continued to spin while Glen was whipped into a spinning tumble and plopped down onto the vacant seat on the bench, between Deuce and Nero. Clawd righted himself and held his arms out, trying to regain his equilibrium. He blinked, and then smiled at Glen. "Save that energy West! We're going to need it for the hexperiment tonight!"
"Hexperiment?" Manny stood upright from where he leaned against the wall. "What have we got to worry about? We're going against those Smogsnorts wimps! Team A boos!"
Manny turned and high-fived his little bluddy Glen, sending him tumbling back over the bench. Deuce and Heath helped right the witch boo up into his seat.
"We're going to blow them away, that's for sure!" Clawd knuckle bumped Deuce. "But I am planning on us throwing them off their game with something they haven't seen before!"
"Which is?" Heath asked.
Clawd smiled and pointed at Gil, "Team B."
"Team B!?" Heath objected. "Waitaminute!"
Manny jumped in, "Yooou're going to put us A's on the sidelines!?"
"No no no!" Clawd held up his hands, trying to calm the Team A boos down. "What I'm saying is that tonight, everybluddy is going to get a chance to batter Smogsnorts. Because..."
Clawd leaned in to heighten the hexcitement of his idea -- and the boos leaned in to hear it...
Clawd said, "I'm pairing players from Team A with Players from Team B tonight!"
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Crickets...
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 7:27 am
With the news spread to both halves of the team, the complete team exited the locker dooms and gathered together on their team's side of the sidelines. Coach Clawd looked down the lines. It was early, but he was clearly not happy at a few monsters still being missing.
"Guys, even though this is just Smogsnorts, even though we're going to be shaking up the lines tonight, I need you to take this seriously. We're still early in the season, but we don't want to end up drowning in losses - no offense, Gil."
The river monster-boy blew a bubble in his extra-heavy-duty sports dome.
"None taken."
"And you B-team members, I want you to understand that you're as important to this team as the A-team. This is a sport that is about cooperation, embracing your flaws and using them to win. And the beast way to do that, to be the beast team we can, is for every monster here to get comfortable working with each other."
Atomica stared at Clawd as he continued giving his pep talk. Her positronic brain took in the words, but it rearranged them and translated them, until what Atomica heard was this:
"And you B-team members, especially YOU, Atomica Servo, are the beast thing on this team! This is a sport that you, specifically, Atomica Servo, are going to win! I want you to go out there, and no matter what, no matter who else is on your team, I want you, Atomica Servo, to show everyone why you're the beast SKRM player in the history of SKRM! Also, Gryff rules and I drool."
Atomica hopped up and down on her skates and cheered.
"YAY! Yes, I will do it! I am the beast SKRM player ever!"
Meanwhile, the rest of the team looked at her...looked at each other...looked back at her...shrugged...
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 5:21 am
Marceline did her usual pre-bout routine as Clawd gave the A- and B-Team a pep talk. Fresh, cushiony bandages wrapped around her calf-bones -- to prevent splintering! -- elbow and knee pads strapped on tightly, skate laces tied and double-knotted.
At Clawd's announcement that the B-Team would be playing today, Marceline's eyes lit up. Finally, they were going to play!
"Woo! I'm so ready!" She began doing her pre-bout warm-up stretches with more vigor than usual.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 7:28 am
"Hexcuse me, pardon me, hexcuse me..." Rory filed his way in through the crowd and had a seat in the very first row of bleachers. Going against Smogsnorts meant that the crowd wasn't very full, but that was the way Rory preferred it. There was less chance of getting fractured.
This last week had been the greatest of his unlife. Tomorrow, Saturday, at 8:48 p.m, he and Marceline would celebrate the weekaversary of the first time they'd kissed. In fact, today would technically be the Sixth-day-aversary of the incredible event, which Rory was fairly sure was the 'watch your beloved take part in a sporting event' -aversary.
Rory plopped down in a nice central location and pulled out his little Monster High banner. He took off his coat and set it next to him to reserve a spot for Dashner Hawke. He'd asked Dashner this afternoon if he would make it to the game, but Dashner had been noncommittal.
"Sorry, is this seat taken?" Rory looked up to see a Cyclops boy standing over him. "I like to sit around here if I can, because you get the best view of the track."
"No, that's all right." Rory replied, moving over a little bit. There'd still be room for Dashner if he kept his wings folded down. "Robecca fan, eh?"
Rory pointed at the cyclops' banner with a large copper-colored cog on it.
"Yeah, she's...well, she's just great. I'm Cy, by the way." The Cyclops held out his hand. Rory took it and gave one of his trademark very-soft shakes.
"Rory. How long do we have till the match starts?"
"Not too much longer. You see how the teams are out on the sidelines? That means they're drawing up the lines right now. You'll know the game's ready to begin when three of them head over to the starting point."
Cy spoke on about the rules and regulations of the game...Rory had only been to the tryouts and so was no expert on Skullitmate Roller Maze...yet. Now that he and Marceline were an item, though, he was bound and determined to show absolute 100% interest in everything she did.
For a brief moment, listening to Cy's soft voice, Rory imagined himself down on that track...skating with Marceline...taking on the meanest, roughest bruisers Granite City could find. They skated, hand in hand, leaping through all of the dangers....Until Rory hit a stalactite and shattered into a billion pieces.
"YIPE!" Rory's eyes snapped open. Cy paused.
"Yes, I suppose the lost-wheel-pause rule is sort of, uh...shocking..."
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 8:44 am
Ronan made his way toward the bleachers, thankful it was relatively quiet. After the chaos of the football match, he'd been a little anxious about this game but Dashner had told him he had to go and cheer on his ghoulfriend, so here he was.
SKRM was a facinating sport in any event, frankly he was continually surprised the school board permitted students to engage in such mortal peril but he figured there must be some sort of safety procedure in place to avoid outright death and maiming. Right?
He spotted Rory, who wasn't exactly hard to miss shimmering away in the front row. He waved and headed over.
"Hello Rorrim, may I sit with you?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 9:54 am
Doriana walked in... Not very silently, her heels clopping the floor. Her eyes scanned the place, she sighed, clopping back out again.
...
Two minutes later, she clopped back in, and looked around. She sighed yet again, not able to find the monster she was looking for. She bit her lower lip, deciding to try and ask somebody.
But, whom?
She scanned the room get again... And spotted Ronan Aalto. She hadn't spoken with him since Tombcoming. Maybe it wouldn't be awkward anymore. Beside him was Rorrim Bludworth. She only knew his name due to his Scream King victory.
She slowly walked down to the front row, smiling in greeting to the boo's. "Good afternoon."
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