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 Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:20 pm
"Glitter, huh?" Roch said, totally distracted with just that much. "Hey, think they got any food here?" he asked, looking around. "Because seriously, all this stress is making me hungry. But really, do you have to put glitter on it? Isn't a styrofoam weapon enough of a tragedy all by itself?" He looked pointedly at where he had left his "guitar weapon" to dry. It didn't help that Danny had added to the decorations on the monstrosity.
Speaking of Danny-- "Did you figure out what you're going to make yet?" he asked her.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:23 pm
Calder made a show to roll his eyes. "Like always, you know nothing about me. Just as poor in your decision to show what my interests really are now as you were during Scarentines. You're no where near up my alley, and don't let certain underwater exploits make you think otherwise." He had, however, glanced to see what the skirt provided. There had been a running joke that the Fitness Captain wore a chastity belt or, in other cases, was really a boil in disguise. Now that would have been interesting, but she was sadly just a ghoul by what little the black panties did show. How boring. And yet, he did get a familiar look at her legs once more. It reminded him of the time she wore that particular swimsuit.
He returned the fan again to his face. "Then again, if you still want to tango among the fishes." He stepped closer to her, using his fan like a hand to whisper. ".....just say so. I still remember, back then, that you didn't push me away."
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:27 pm
Blah blah blah, words words words. Calder was full of them - and she suddenly realized his weapon was perfect, because it blew out all of the hot air he was full of.
In fact, there were few words Calder had in his arsenal, that could truly upset Riley, right now.
Unfortunately, those last few were some of them.
A swift movement had Riley's hand suddenly poised around Calder's neck, squeezing her claws into the flesh as her eyes flashed red.
You promised we would never speak of that day again! She hissed privately.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:28 pm
Mot puffed his cheeks slightly and crossed his arms."No one likes my glitter idea!" Somehow, all that pink clothing was turning his mind into that of a ghoul too! He shook his head, trying to get his manliness back on track again. "You're right." A sparkly gun. What was he thinking?
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:29 pm
And Indeed, Roch was going to get hit over the side of his head. Sadly, The cardboard and Styrofoam weapon was as effective as wet paper. But it would stop Demi from getting in touch with his sass as well as he waggled his finger around in Roch's face, with the look of mock anger that his eyes gave away. "Oh NO you didn't!" He cried out before linking up his arm with Mot in defiance to the skirt wearing self proclaimed pimp. "That's right, you tell him!" He smirked out from under the makeup that the box somehow managed to put on his face.
All he knew was that after all this, Damien was gladly going to welcome a full days worth of bruteball.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:38 pm
"Hee, thanksss!" Ys brightened at the goblin, and happily made room where she was working to include her. "I sssuposse I could use a hand finding sssomething to hold thessse thingss together," she motioned at her variously sized cardboard tubes she had collected. They were a bit haphazard looking at the moment since she was none too gentle in tearing them to be the correct lengths, but she did have them laid out in the rough shape of a trident. "I think it needsss a finisshing touch asss well, perhapss sssomething ssshiny," she added, digging through the box again. It would seem that the type of sharp things she would have liked had been left out of their project materials. It was probably just as well, since the eventual use of these weapons was still unknown.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:39 pm
To which he simply retaliated by reaching out with his own hand around her neck. Despite his poor skills in some battle, he had strength. You didn't swim and run each day on both two and four legs not to have that, and he curled his fingers into the flesh about her collar. Without her normal attire on, the thick collar was gone. He wondered if a creature without a mouth even needed a neck. And when do I make deals with demons like you?
A swimmer could hold his breath a long time, but he wondered if his neck would snap before he ran out of breath. You act high and mighty, but you resort to fighting just as easy to the rest of us. Not so perfect, are ya Riley dear? Why let all the boils do your dirty work when you know you can do it yourself? Why even need Jericho or Christof when she could take down anything with her own power. He wondered a lot about Riley and what Christof saw in her. What the rest of his friends praised so highly about her. These good attributes she possessed that he didn't see shine at any point when he glanced her way.
You know we could both crush each other. Even now, I could shatter one of your legs with my hoof. He then released her neck, showing that there was no point in this choking. All the while, his neck felt as if it would snap.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:42 pm
Roch seriously wished he had a camera. This would be something to post on the interweb and people would pay money to see! He blinked, then grinned, reaching into the top he was wearing and pulling out his eyephone. "Now, just need to figure out how to take pictures on this thing," he said, scowling at it as he flipped through all the extras.
"Hey," he said abruptly, "Y'know, I had a lot of reasons to want to go to this school, but no reasons to want to like it. But now I think it might be... not bad," he said, feeling lame and a bit ghouly, himself.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:49 pm
...
Malodore sidled quietly away from Riley and Calder's altercation. The plague doctor knew better than to get into the middle of that! Instead, it turned its attention to the 'weapons'.
Its outfit had come with a fetching skull-topped beribboned stick-thing, but something a little more imposing was definitely called for. Malodore's cutting tail came in handy here as it sliced easily through cardboard and styrofoam, crafting away.
When it was finished, it held up its weapon: an oversized scalpel with an apparently (though not really) wickedly sharp blade. It had ribbons tied around the 'hilt', which seemed appropriate.
"In the name of my hat, I will perform exquisite macrosurgery upon your corpse!"
Macrosurgery. Yes. Malodore was proud of that little medical pun.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:49 pm
Oh thats right. Mot had his right hand ghoulboil at the ready! His soul sista, as it were! Backing him up against the Pimpin' Rochette. It was quite a scene to behold, indeed it was. The fact Roch was obviously trying to take a photo did not phase Mot. It was encouraged, as he flashed a peace sign and all. Hey, he was making more friends, right? Shame had no part here!
"It's pretty outrageous." He added, nodding to Roch' statement. "I thought it'd be serious business, but I dont think I've been anywhere close to the word since I got here."
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:49 pm
xxxxxDanny looked up from her beautiful creation to stare at Roch innocently. "Well, I for one would never mess with your styro-tar, but somebody did, and that somebody made it beautiful!" She held up the guitar impulsively to show everyone her fine work. She had painted the "manly" black over with some pink stripes and pink hearts. For effect, she added some sparkles too! Now it looked just like hers without the stickers!
xxxxxEven with all this excitement, she couldn't hide the fact that she hadn't made a weapon yet. She liked the look of the cowgirl's... cowboy's? weapon. Though she liked her staff too. A guitar would be cool, but Roch already made one of those.
xxxxxShe held two pieces of styrofoam in her hands and pondered. She looked around the room for inspiration, but all she saw was Ridley holding a cat. Giggling she said, "Good weapon choice Ridley! Claw his face out!" She really did mean it seriously. A cat was a damn good thing to have in a fight. It probably came off rather insincerely though.
xxxxxHolding up the styrofoam, she waved the two pieces and said, "Guys, come help?" She had the most innocent face on. How could Roch, Mot and Dmi refuse?
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:59 pm
Riley did not know who Ridley was. Therefore, she had no idea that ghoul was talking to her.
There was also the little fact that she was locked in a coupling death grip with Calder, although his words would not have the effect he was hoping for. Her hands suddenly released, staring up at him with a startled expression.
I'm not- She stumbled on her words, unhindered by the squeeze to her neck. There was an odd wheezing sound coming from her tentacles, but her words were as clear and free as ever. I wasn't trying to kill you. But you promised- the wheezing got louder, and she narrowed her eyes at him. Let me go, you ignorant pony. All of your huff and puff trying to insult me isn't working. I don't care what you think of me. I really don't. When he did release her, she pushed herself away from him - rather forcefully.
Just keep your comments to yourself. Hate me all you want, but hate me from over there. She pointed far in the distance.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 8:08 pm
Having thwarted the cannon cat, Jericho landed and got back to figuring out what the hell his weapon would be. After a few moments or so of working, he just ended up making a claw-katar type weapon out of the foam.
"Eh this will do I guess," he grumbled before turning just in time to see Riley's skirt fly up. It certainly didn't take too long before she and Calder were going at eachother. Frowning, he stepped towards the two, aiming to push them apart.
"Ladies. Ladies. Break it up will ya?" he huffed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 8:14 pm
Damien did take a good look at the staff Danny had and had a moment of genius! "I know what to add!" he cried out happily before dashing over to the box and pulling out the purple sparkly bow that Roch despised so much from before and propped it up on the base of the staff, letting its tails flow out. "There, pretty and torturous for Roch here!" He gave it an approving nod, feeling like it made the mock weapon priceless.
However while Mot decided to play along with the photo, Demi felt the need to shy away from it, making sure the ruffles of his skirt didn't give the camera a show in case the punk dared to take the shot. "Pft, just because you all saw the fun we can have here don't mean its all tomfoolery."
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 8:30 pm
Once released, Calder stood his ground, but took in a good breath as he rubbed his neck, feeling the marks from her nails dotting his neck. He remained looking at her. Now. Now. I haven't told a soul. Just playing. It's certainly something I don't want to go bragging about. Of course he hadn't spoke a single word about the lake for many reasons. It was why he whispered it now to her instead of letting prying ears listen.
Standing tall, he kept his ground, not at all affected by being pushed. He had planted his hooves firmly into the ground beforehand in case she punched him. She hadn't, and he wondered if he was just used to hanging with Christof to expect that sort of retaliation all the time. Then again, Riley was more for going for the weak points where Christof was more for pummeling into a bloody pulp.
His eyes flickered to Jericho. "We're just playing, Je-ri-cho, ni. It's what Riley and I do. If we didn't, then someone would be in the undead dorms and we don't want Riley having too much access to Malodore. He'd never get a moment's rest." To which he moved over to Malodore and smiled, tilting his head to watch the boil as he showed off his weapon. "Nice knife, Malley. Who are you going to penetrate with that, ni?"
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