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Bittiface rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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 Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:48 pm
HP: 75/75
SN: BritaLee
Siobhan continued to pick up small pieces, wiping her brow with he back of her hand as if this was all a lot of work.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:48 pm
Junko caught the look and she smiled, stepping over to pat Christof's head. "You did very well, Christof. Exactly as I asked, even despite the unexpected...uh..damage. Though I think you might have enjoyed killing us a little too much." She gave Christof a playfully suspicious look before relaxing again, looking the boil over. Hmm..his arm and his leg...that would need attention. She frowned. "Do you need stitching? I don't have any of my needles or any thread but...if you have anything I'd be happy to help you out. Ah..your leg...can you walk?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:49 pm
Barth reluctantly pried one eye open at the enormous crashing.
Just the chandelier.
What was the real travesty was all the students rushing to clean it. Calder, thankfully, wasn't among them. "Good," he said, with interest, "you're back. You're err-" he cleared his throat a little, "hmm."
He recognized the dark, near predatory way Calder was eyeing him.
"Maybe we'd better go outside for a bit," he said weakly, sinking a bit in his chair. "Get some air?"
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Ice Queen rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:49 pm
His first reaction was to shield Edel with his body. Which Roch did, covering her somewhat well before turning and giving a dark look at the hunchback. What the jack had that guy--
Wait. It was silent. Sweet, beautiful silence. He broke into a grin and started helping clean up.
((Crap. Too late. Oh well, SN Ice Queen just in case.))
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chi honda rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:50 pm
Tyshina rushed into the room the second she had heard the crash. This party was gorgeous, but apparently it came with a price. At least she thought so, seeing what had happened to a few members. Either way though she hoped she could lend a hand, since she was a little shy about dancing in public.
The least she could do is help them, so slowly the witch began to pick up bits and pieces of the broken object.
hp: ?/75
((sn: chihonda
Edit: Oops got here a little late. xD))
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:51 pm
Malodore quickly picked up the offered arm, then hesitated. "Ah... mending later, perhaps?" it said, holding the arm out to Christof once it had caught up with him again.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:51 pm
Hel finished another cup and let it drop, turning to look at Mot with a bit of exasperation. “ So I am thirsty, Mot! A lot. What? Are you Bogeyman of the Punch Bowl?” She couldn’t stay annoyed when dealing with Mot though, and ended up nudging him with an elbow to show that she wasn’t lashing out her frustration at him out of malice. As he brought her attention to his friend though, Hel leaned around the cowboil to stare at Amarus, blinking at the ghoul. Oh…! This one he was dancing with earlier. For a brief moment, Hel squashed the urge to lay any kind of claim on Mot out of jealousy…the ghoul’s rather enthusiastic greeting may have had something to do with it. Hel was liking this ghoul already…even if she had just been sour with Riyo only moments prior. Her lips quirked up a bit, and she pointed at Amarus as she looked up at Mot. “ Ya! What she said! It is very good, Punch Bowl Bogeyman sir, and it would be a crime to not drink more of it!” The reaper paused as she fired some questions at Mot. Fighting style? Did Hel have a fighting style? Nah…not really. She had some adjectives to describe how she fought, but that was about it. “ Oh ya, I have a weapon. It is a spear!” She informed the ghoul, and looked a bit perplexed as Amarus bowed to her. “Ah…” She waved a hand at the ghoul dismissively. “ I appreciate the gesture, friend, but no need to bow.” She instead reached out to clap the ghoul on the shoulder in a firm friendly gesture before holding her hand out to shake. “ Aye, I am Hel. It is a pleasure to meet you, Amarus.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:57 pm
Instead of looking back at Titus, Lou seemed more interested in the shoes. The boil smirked and lifted one of the heels, thoughtfully examining it. "Mm? Oh, hah. Two criers then. Might as well count the last one as two points and just say three." Lou held one of the shoes up to the light. What a lovely red color.
"Jokes on her though. That chandelier was made out of glass. Probably shouldn't have left these babies behind." Titus may not have found it amusing, but Lou certainly did. There was a cruel grin cracking through the boredom. "Well, you know what they say. Finders keepers." And the boil had every intention of keeping them. Shoes were kinda his forte, after all.
"Not like she particularly needs heels. She's already a giant among ghouls."
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:58 pm
Relax. Mot could relax. Besides, everything seemed cleaner already. Mot flinched at Hel's snark, but visibly relaxed once she elbowed him. Ah, it was all in jest! Very well then. The two of them may as well be fangirls of the punch though, the way they carried on. Mot stood awkwardly between them during their exchange, rubbing his arms as his eyes darted back and forth between them. Oh good. They seemed to get along. Mot leaned back against the table and picked up his punch once more. It was after all, great punch.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:59 pm
Calder had returned to stand before his boilfriend, and with the dim light due to the chandelier crashing, his dark eyes gleamed as they looked at the demon. Even a sloth demon had his intuition, and picked up on the fact that something was going on. Calder smiled at the suggestion. He didn't have any motivation to clean up. Not now. After that dance, he felt energized, and he wasn't in any mood to do anything but use said energy around Barth.
Calder was frisky.
Looking to the open doors, Calder leaned in with a smile. "That's a great idea." He told him, and reaching over, lifted Barth up and over his shoulder. For anyone looking, it just seemed like Barth might have been super lazy, but there were cultural implications to what Calder was doing. He was stating, for all the school to see, that Barth was his. If you wanted him, challenge him now and he'd happily send you to the infirmary.
Turning in place, he headed past the students who were being so kind as to help with clean up, past mingling couples, friends and everyone else he didn't even bother to notice, and kept his hold firm on the demon until they were outside.
The air was warm and there was a full pumpkin moon with soft lights that had been around the prom building for those needing a breather.
It was quiet without music, but the rustle of the trees further off was a nice melody along with the sound of his heart racing in his ears. Outside, he set Barth back on his feet, and smiled, holding both his hands as he looked up, his face only a foot away from his. "Dance with me?"
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xoxomenai rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 9:06 pm
For a moment Kiwi only stood in shock and disbelief. One moment he'd been in the room searching for clues, when a sudden crackle from the crystal ball announced the rain of glitter across his wings. He rather liked the look of it, sparkling, like the gold of his bangles. But quite a scream had started up from the dance floor, and he had rushed out with Willow to see.
An Igor, axe in hand, had chased what seemed to be the only surviving gnome up into the scaffolding of the stage, bringing the chandelier and lights down with them. ... Was this typical Amityville behavior?? ... If so, he now understood why they had seemed to be such naive, ill-trained scarelings on the Famine Isle.
He noticed Willow's irritated expression, and gave her a gentle tap on the shoulder, and hopeful smile as he stepped up beside her to ... do his best to repair the chandelier. pausing a moment before asking: "Is this normal?? ..."
[OOC: or not X'D]
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 9:07 pm
"Oh that Sid? That was me fetching a mask out your tits~" The reply came easily and cheerful as Sammy tugged the other ghoul into a hug with another kiss on the cheek. She was about to put the mask back in place when something snapped, a crash, glass everywhere and Sammy turned to see a whole chandelier in the middle of the room.
"And that my dear... is a chandelier falling to crush a gnome?" The look of confusion on her face was quiet intense at that moment.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 9:08 pm
"Well, I sort of stole your date." She offered, very softly as they danced, feeling the gaze of the other horseman behind her, without saying much. They had a lot to talk about after the fact, and it didn't help but that he was right there. Faithful Mengyao. "Your dress was a little ruined too, I hope to make it a little better with this dance, hm?"
It was going pretty well until the sudden fall of the chandelier, she jumped a little closer to the monster, obviously a little skittish and spooked from all the up-comings from the large event, her eyes staring down at the shards that seemed to still scatter the floor.
"What happened?" She whispered, uncertain as to what to do, worried about getting glass in her feet.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 9:09 pm
Riley walked away from what sounded like someone choking from eating a piece of glass.
So. She murmured to Malodore. Do you need a hand? Oh, my apologies, you're already full up.
Nobody needed their memory to be punny.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 9:09 pm
... Bogeyman of the Punch Bowl? Amarus tried to stifle her laughter, her face going characteristically blank as she refused to laugh at Mot's expense. But inside, oh, inside she was laughing. If Mot had any nickname at all, surely it should be something to do with the bogeymen. No, really, Amarus was pretty fond of Mot, but it was so hard to remain un-insulting when Hel was so very right about the punch. "At least he's drinking it now... that is an improvement. I like this punch considerably, and were I some kind of drowned ghost, I would consider drowning myself in it a second time," Amarus added suddenly. And strangely. Ty Amarus, your contributions are always so useful.
"Drink more punch, Mot, and you will soon understand us. And I will get you more punch and convert you into one of us," Amarus threatened, her mask of neutrality cracking away again to reveal her genuine smile. "A spear?! What excellent range! I fear I am a melee fighter, so we would be ill-suited," she said, "...but that doesn't mean I am unwilling to try." Never one to turn down a challenge. Or a prospective fight. "Ah, wait, I have been told it's rude to ask students I just met for combat," she ammended, looking briefly forlorn.
"Gesture?" Amarus stared at Hel's hand, and then reached out her own, with a very ? look on her face. The clap on the shoulder, she understood; it was a familiar gesture to her. She used that on all her friends, as if to say Everything is right in the world, and we are brothers in battle. This not-bowing thing was confusing, though. It was how she greeted everyone, especially new acquaintances. "Sorry, Hel, it is not need so much as habit. I don't have a ton of manners left over from, well, being dead and all, but that's the one that really stuck. Guess I bowed a lot before I died, hm?" Amarus suggested. "Pleasure to meet you too, Hel, friend of Mot."
She had absolutely no idea. It was an Amarusism to phrase things that way. Like... Hello, I am Amarus, permanent friend of Lacks-People-Skills. At least Mot was enjoying the punch again? He was entirely silent, though, which made her worry. Jack damn these emotion things and their making her care about Mot's wellbeing. Amarus leaned over to him, and quietly whispered, "Mot... I know I keep asking this, but you look... really uncomfortable? I think? Do you need to escape? I could light a fire next to the punch?" ... she was only mostly kidding. Mostly.
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