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 Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 10:27 am
West picked himself up off of the floor of the train car and brushed off his jacket. That dragon had gotten some sort of prize? There had been prizes? He shrugged.
Hey, wait. FOOD!
Necessary or not, West did enjoy tasting new foods, even if no one in here seemed to be enjoying the meal. He hurried over to the serving gnome and retrieved a full bowl of grody frog bogness before making his way back to the other dragon and the tentacle head. He realized that he still didn't know what to call them (even though he thought he recognized one of them from somewhere), and the fact that the purple one could talk in his head (and could therefore also make it explode from the inside, obviously) lessened West's desire to piss her off by making up a name for her.
He waited until he thought there might be a lull in the conversation, then asked, "Names?" his mouth full of frog.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 11:45 am
Seeing the Avarice Demon come back, eating as well, Jericho glanced up and went on to give his name.
"Jericho," he replied while idly wondering if that was all the food they were going to be getting. If that was the case, he hoped that their destination, wherever it was, had something he could grab.
"And you are?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 1:25 pm
Riley had managed to grab one more frog before the trolley moved on, and was currently dissecting it's brain with her fingernail when West returned with his bowl. She looked up, just in time to see a leg disappear into his mouth, and responded with a quiet Riley. Her response had immediately followed Jericho's question, which thankfully gave her leave not to have to ask. Instead, she took the first brainless frog she'd finished up with, and dropped it in West's soup. Have an extra frog, West.
Riley's attention was momentarily caught by Israfel's hissing a few rows down. She hadn't heard Aksaja's query, but she had previously figured out what Israfel was hiding, and some quick thinking had assessed the situation correctly. If only because she had her own agenda, she butted in by sending a thought directly into Aksaja's mind alone. Since they were a few rows down, it wouldn't be immediately apparent where the voice was coming from - maybe it was your own conscience, Aksaja. Who knows?
Psst. The voice said. Authority figure still in the room. Not the best time to be asking about such things.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 2:50 pm
Whaaat. That was stupid, this guy was hammered. How could he not know what the dragon was talking about?? Leaning in a bit closer - even as he ignored everyone else - Aksaja hissed, "You know, the---"
But then he was quite suddenly cut off by a voice in his head. Okay, what the jacking hell was that? Certainly not his 'conscience' or some s**t, he didn't have one of those. And even if he did, it most assuredly was not female. Still, the dragon wasn't stupid. Eyes narrowed, he looked around, trying to figure out who was 'talking' to him.
Failing to figure out who it was, he simply framed a return thought in his head - thinking maybe if someone could send such things out, they could hear them to. I don't really give a flying candlejack about authority figures, but whatever. He's wasted anyway... With a little hmph, Aksaja leaned back against a seat to wait for the gnome to go away. Then maybe he could rattle the other's head until he remembered ... or something.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 3:30 pm
The wrath demon watched Riley plop a slurped-on frog into his soup. That was... um... okay.
"Thanks'm West," he replied.
He waited until Riley wasn't looking, then plucked the debrained amphibian from his bowl and flung it off over his shoulder somewhere.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 4:58 pm
When the other backed off Israfel relaxed. As, in, greatly relaxed. "DIS one isa Lucyyy" a hand pat on his friend's head, "and 'm Israflaffle." The slurred word was done with the most strangest of expressions. "Israfloofle." He tried again. "Israfellurs." Not right. One more time. 'Israfall. Isra-Is---AH AM A PRETTYFUL SIREN YUS AH AM. The was declared to the whole car as the Siren fell of Lucien's back giggling. "Israflaffle."
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 4:59 pm
Riley wasn't looking, in fact, when West flung her present over his shoulder. It was because she was eyeing Aksaja with amusement. This could be fun.
Unfortunately, while Riley could hear his thoughts, they were so quiet, so weak, because of this Jack-forsaken train, that all she heard was 'whatever' and 'wasted'. The rest was a jumbled mess. Fortunately, she didn't need to hear him to answer.
There, now. That's much better. Thank you. She responded to what looked like Aksaja's conceding behavior. He did stop what he was doing, after all.
Riley's eyes flickered up to West, looking at him appreciatively. But her thoughts were sent only to Aksaja. Without looking at him, she knew he'd be confused at where the voice was coming from.
Now, you should steal all the frogs in the soup pot. Doooo iiittt. It's your dessttinnnnyyy. She tried, really hard, not to laugh when she attempted to sound like a scary voice. In fact, her eyes - which flickered away from West for a moment so as not to look like she was staring - crinkled in mirth.
It's very nice to meet you, West. She murmured in a passing thought to West, looking up at him again. Her voice sounded like it was trying not to laugh, in his head.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 5:23 pm
Nodding to West as he gave his name, Jericho leaned back in his seat and relaxed for awhile. He soon noticed that Riley seemed to be staring at something or someone for awhile. When he looked, she had already turned away, making it harder for him to pinpoint who it was. Maybe it was just the Siren.. whose babbling was somehow becoming more and more incoherent somehow. Well, at least that's what it seemed to him.
Aside from Isra, there was another dragon and a few others back there that could potentially be of interest. The Mindflayer never said anything (that he could hear) so it just remained a mystery for now. With a shrug, his eyes trailed towards the ground now. With all the chaos and turmoil that had occurred here... there was bound to be some 'lost' objects of interest, right? So he quickly scanned the train floor around him, trying to pick up on anything shiny. At first he thought he had something, but was sorely disappointed to find that it was just a piece of candy wrapper when he went to pick it up.
"Feh."
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 8:57 pm
Malodore, coincidentally, was engaged in the exact same behavior as Riley had been a few moments earlier - though it was using a small scalpel, not its nails. It was somewhat disappointed that its frog had only one brain. Not even any tumors. So dull.
In any case, it didn't notice what Riley had been doing... at least, not until a frog came flying past, attracting Luce's attention. The cwn annwn snapped it out of the air, delighted to have caught something at last!
The plague doctor noticed that the frog had been de-brained... and wasn't that intriguing? Someone else with a similar inclination to its own! Malodore gave the frog back to Luce and leaned forward. "Pardon me, but which of you was responsible for that delightful bit of impromptu cranial surgery?" it said, its tone highly approving.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 11:51 pm
Riley had just barely noticed that Jericho had turned to searching for lost treasure, and was considering throwing a coin on the ground just to see him scuttle for it, when a voice came from the row of seats behind her. She turned and pushed up to her knees to see who was speaking to them (glad to have some sort of distraction to keep her from being too obvious about Aksaja) and found herself face to beak with a student she had never met. It's question brought her a shiver - not because the question was disgusting, and not because of who it came from. No, she shivered for an entirely different reason.
It's words were so eloquent. Riley hadn't met someone who spoke in a way that finally stimulated her mind. It wasn't that her new friends were stupid, they were adequate and she enjoyed their company. It was just.. so refreshing to hear an educated voice - it reminded her of home.
That would be me. She murmured into it's thoughts quietly, almost.. shyly?! (What was this nonsense, she argued with herself.) Though her thoughts were for it alone, she rose her hand as a physical manifestation of her answer - so that Jericho and West knew she was taking credit for her work, too.
Not that it was worth it. Honestly, the best they could do was frogs? And this place came so highly recommended. The pot was well away from her, so she couldn't even have a third helping of the food she was currently insulting. She rose her chest in lieu of an annoyed sigh, and let it fall, but her attention quickly returned to the inquisitive student with the mind of an illithid. High praise, indeed.
I'm Riley. She continued, extending her clawed hand out in lieu of a shake. What's your name?
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 12:10 am
- a voice in its head?
How delightful! After wondering briefly if brains capable of thought-projection looked any different from incapable ones, Malodore eagerly reached out one hand in the squid-student's direction. "L.C. Malodore - please, call me Malodore. A pleasure, signorina."
The plague doctor glanced down at the frog, which Luce was slowly dismembering in the seat next to it. "Have you tried the cafeteria food? Not for consuming, but for dissection. The physical make-up of the hamburgers is surprisingly complex if you try a little exploratory dissection. They scream a bit loudly if you vivisect," it added, almost apologetically.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 12:34 am
A different language? Multilingual.. a charming asset. Riley took the offered hand in a careful handshake, looking extremely interested in how sharp it's hands appeared. This one was just one surprise after another, and Riley took a moment of silence to search within her mental inventory. It was only a brief second, but her eyes looked quite unfocused for the moment. She blinked out of it, and slowly dropped her hand.
As improbable as it was, she had to concede - not one of her kind had ever met anyone who looked like Maladore. She was positively entranced at the wealth of new information this find could afford her. She'd come home a hero, just for meeting this one student. Information was power, and new information was the greatest wealth one of her kind could hope for.
But oh, she had to be careful. One wrong step and she could lose it all. She would play it safe with this one, if simply to assure that she never, ever brought insult or injury. Or even, perhaps, boredom.
Speaking of which.. she'd been quiet far too long, hadn't she? Riley snapped to attention and a soft chuckle rose from her thoughts to filter to Maladore. I haven't had the chance yet, I've only recently enrolled. Although I feel fairly confident that the cafeteria which spawned this culinary delight, Her hand gestured vaguely at the pot of soup that was down the aisle, -would have nothing of import to offer me.
She mulled over it's last words, a thoughtful glaze shifting over her eyes. They scream? I could be wrong then.. I do prefer my meals taken when they're alive.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 9:57 am
"I learned my first tricks of true battle in the cafeteria kitchens," Malodore said, wryly. "I've since learned not to underestimate Signora Ginger's... ah... creativity and resourcefulness. But yes, the hamburgers do scream unless your first bite takes the face. I do not care for the taste, but the biological bounty..." It rubbed its hands together.
Yep, Riley was definitely bringing out the creepy in the plague doctor.
"I look forward to having more interesting subjects to study, but for now, at my current state of education..." Malodore inclined its head in Riley's direction. "There are certain restrictions. Fewer than at my home, however, with promise of advancement."
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:09 am
As a handful of the other students chatted between themselves, Deacon finished his helping of the soup and tried his best to relax in what was left of his seat. Sure, he could have moved to another, but this was where he'd wanted to sit and nobody was going to stop that. He could deal without an arm rest.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 1:30 pm
(( Sorry, Dream, for the slight godmod here, I just needed to move on ; A ;; ))
The Wraith's companion had gone quiet, it seemed; from her shyness he couldn't blame her. All of the commotion that cropped up all at once was gone as quickly as it had appeared and now they were trying to pass it off like nothing had even happened. Someone else came in, this time with food, and Corbin shrugged; he wasn't particularly hungry but who would pass up a free meal? Then again, where did Ghosts honestly put it? Well, he was solid for now so he might as well take advantage of it.
Nodding his head back toward their seats, Corbin gave his wings a gentle flap as he looked over the soup. It smelled nice and nasty, just like swamp and frogs ought to. Taking his window seat once more, he pulled the spoon over and gave it a quick taste. Not bad but he probably wouldn't order it himself. "You should probably eat," the Crow beckoned to Seila, "We might not get another chance on the trip."
Honestly, did anyone know where they were going? Amityville Academy seemed to make it a habit of ill informing not only their students but also their staff. Maybe the staff knew, even that ditsy one with the ball, but it was a surprise. As long as they were going to be doing something interesting it didn't bother Corbin but maybe it would bother his new acquaintance.
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