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 Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 3:36 am
FooFoo yipped, suddenly plucked up by someone unfamiliar. The foxfire might have been wary had said someone not given him scritches behind the ears. But that sealed his trust right there. This boil was A-OK in FooFoo's books. The tiny, wet furball panted happily in the Grue's grasp, his pathetic excuse for a tail wagging soggily back and forth. Mot on the other hand found no Demi in sight. Crap. Did he hit his head and go under? A plunge under the surface brought to life the canine's true predicament, almost making Mot asp underwater, which really would have caused trouble if he had. The reaper grabbed hold of the soaking garment and tried with all his might to pry it off of poor Demi. It seemed the rescuer needed to be rescued.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 6:19 am
Nahm had wandered off to save a foxfire, something Junko found absolutely adorable. But with him gone it gave Junko a moment to breathe, some quiet time to stop laughing and let her increasingly sore cheeks and stomach recover from laughing so hard. She hadn't laughed that hard in awhile! It was nice! She looked around again to find a quiet place to avoid Damien and Mot, not because she wouldn't help but they had a handle on the situation. Kind of... They'd be fiiiiine, but if it got too bad she would help. For now there seemed to be a quiet spot over by a familiar boil whose name she'd never gotten before. She scoot over to sit beside him, not causing too much of a commotion. "Hello, mind if I sit here?" She asked kindly, settling down so the water was over her shoulders. The air wasn't as warm as the water, she wanted to keep herself warm now. Baneful I could've thrown Sibyl at him, but Junko is more polite. 8|a
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 6:40 am
"Oooh It's delicious!" Muka hooted happily and offered out his overflowing plate for both of the other students in case they'd like to try anything. The strix had sampled a bit of everything. "And the water is ah.. hrmm.." he made soft, hooting bird noises, "lovely. it is a hot spring after all!" The bearded owl man burst into a small fit of giggles. "I'm Ulmuka!" He jostled the plate so that he could thrust his taloned hand forward to Efflo for a shake, and then snatch up Olivia's smaller hand in his own so he could bow his head to it like a proper gentlemonster. "You can call me Muka though, if you'd like!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 1:05 pm
Cloaks were evil, this was the grand realization that Damien was able to grasp while flailing for his life in the water. That things that liked to flap in the wind were malicious once wet. even trying to turn over in the weightless situation did nothing, the garment stated with him, persistent and annoying much to the demon dog's own dismay. Thank sweet merciful Jack for Mot having the sense to help pry the wet heap of clothing off as he wriggled and writhed his way out and away, heading to the surface and all the lovely air he could breathe. and a Nahm that was relaxing with one perky foxfire. "that thing is a death trap Mot, a death trap I tell you!" the pup insisted, wiping away the errant beads of moisture from his face and giving a hearty shake of his hair.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 1:24 pm
Victory of Mot's prized cloak was won. The reaper resurfaced with a gasp, dragging the heavy garment to the edge of the pool and flopping it down on dry land. "It isn't usually so deadly, I assure you!" Mot insisted with a cough, wiping away the wet clumps of his long hair sticking to his face. "Sorry about that! And thank you for the help." He at least had to both thank and apologize to Demi, even if he was the one who'd dunked him in to the water in the first place. "..Where is FooFoo?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 2:02 pm
"Over here," Nahm said, still scritching the foxfire's sides. He'd put it up on the side of the pool to keep it out of the way of the rescue effort. "You can thank me as profusely as you like."
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 2:13 pm
The wet heap was thwarted and dealt with, damien would have loved to just assert dominance by barking at it, but he wasn't going to test his luck. "sure Mot, sure your thing isn't a bloodthirsty piece of cowhide or cotton or whatever the jack its made from." he muttered at the boil and shook some more water out at the reapers direction. "yer welcome, and all wet, but welcome." at least some good had gotten ut of this, welcome to the party mot. As for Nahm. "Yeah i've got your thank you right here." he stated, grinning maliciously at the thin boil and waving his middle finger in the air.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 2:57 pm
"Hmmm.. I wonder what its made fr---AAH!" Mot lifted his arms in defense as Demi sprayed more water at him. Eeew wet dog water! Gross! "Oh come on!" He whined with a laugh. Mot grinned up at Nahm, then down to his precious FooFoo. "Aaah! Thank you so much! Lot's of thanks! Awww.. My poor little guy is all wet. Did you have fun swimming, buddy?" Mot coo'd with a happy grin, watching the pet flop over and wait for tummy rubs. Seriously, guys. Give the tummy rubs to FooFoo. Obey Foofoo. Obey. Mot looked over his shoulder at Demi, giving a short yet nervous laugh at his finger gesture. "I seem to have put him in a sour mood."
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 3:38 pm
"Not at all Mot." Damien spoke up, shaking off the rest of the water, this time trying to keep the stray drops away from the fellow partygoers. "I havent't had a tummy rub in forever."
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 4:23 pm
Nahm's grin nearly split his head in two. "Are you asking for a tummyrub, doggie?" He leered at Damien.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 4:50 pm
Mot laughed.
A lot.
FooFoo was not pleased by the lack of tummy rubs happenings.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 6:56 pm
They were definitely going to help out Junko, and make her feel better. Freya made it clear, when she was upset, that she intended to go back and keep Junko company. But it seemed like others had taken up the torch before she'd even gotten a chance.. and that left Freya with no real goal, and a mostly naked Kettil.
So instead, Freya took some war paint out of her cooler, opened up the tops, and started painting war paint stripes all over Kettil and herself.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 6:59 pm
There was a raise of an eyebrow from Kettil. He was used to the Valkyrie doing pretty much anything at a moment's notice, but to think that she was carrying warpaint around with no real rhyme or reason did make him curious.
"So. Uh." He lifted an arm obediently so she could get at a spot when she painted him. "...This a new game?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 7:21 pm
Freya paused in the middle of painting one of his arms. She heard the inflection in his voice, and snickered, shaking her head. "No, but it can be laters. This now, is very, very serious." She painted a stripe against each of her cheeks. "We're goings teh war, Hooter. Teh war on terror."
Her lips pursed tightly. "We've gots teh stops it."
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 7:23 pm
Kettil pouted only a little but she assured him of later and the pout went away. The boil let her paint his face and he even stole a bit of paint to draw a line down the bridge of her nose with a grin.
"A war on terror? What Terror is going on?" He asked curiously, the Muut figured they were pretty safe.
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