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 Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:33 pm
Christof flinched at the sudden smack, his instinct taking over to curl his mismatched hands into fists, but he managed to keep calm enough (all things considered) to hear the Kelpie's pathetic explanation. Ah. It was a Kelpie Thing. He had read a bit on the subject (after Calder's insistent blathering back in their awkward getting-to-know you phase of relationship) but only vaguely recalled most of the details. It was a lot of horse play. Even so, he understood the importance of Traditions intimately. With a sigh, he rubbed the hand that had been smacked if only to give his hands something to do that wasn't throttling the horse-boil for making his Mistress so uncomfortable, brows knitting as he glanced to her, If... if you just er... appease him, Mistress, I am sure I can keep him occupied and away from you...
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:46 pm
Cat had all but gone into hiding amidst the crowd, desperately trying to tug his mutilated and frilly ribbons back into place. After a long struggle, finding himself equally as frilly and somehow more sparkly then when he had started, he trudged over to return to observe the group.
As quickly as he could, he gathered that they had put together some makeshift weapons. Curse his vanity, he had missed out on so much juicy information and details-!
"Let's see...we have...aaah..." Trying to say out of sight, he dug around, keeping as calm as possible. A...a stick? Quickly, Cat whipped a loose ribbon off of one of his many new bows, and tied it to the end of the stick roughly. A whip.
Good enough.
As he gripped the handle of his new weapon, he found something bubbling up inside him. The urge to...the urge to say something.
"Pain, delivered with a Smile!"
...wat.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:57 pm
With moments to spare, Altair leapt forward, brandishing his whip. He gave it an experimental crack, then whipped it around a few times as he tried to think of some battle cry to say.
"Bend over, baby, and I'll give you a good whipping!"
.. ... well, whatever.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:57 pm
"Ys is such a COOL name!!" The goblin exclaimed, overjoyed on making a new friend. She ws just as green as she was! Green was an awesome color, besides.
"I like your battle cry. I like mine, too." Altessa twiddled her toes. "I'm Altessa. You can call me Alt for short. If you'd like." Her fingers rapped against the table, experimentally. "I'm not sure how these will hold up, but they should be pretty sturdy." She nodded vehemently. Key word was 'should'.
She still paid no mind to the quarrel on the other side of the room. All it did was remind her of her family and siblings. Besides... Ys was MUCH cooler.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:59 pm
Seeing Christof come along to help get Calder away, he nodded to him while returning the glare to the Kelpie. Proposing? He really doubted Riley would actually (knowingly) propose to Calder. Something was amiss here. However, he didn't really care right now.
"By Tiamat's s**t, just back off already or else!" he hissed while waving around his foam katar.
"Whatever the hell happened I highly doubt she meant it," he frowned, "So couldn't you just pretend whatever occurred never happened?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 12:01 am
exclaim STAGE THREE : IT'S TRAINING TIME, PYON!
Your weapons look amazing, pyon! Really... magical and girly, pyon! We'll be able to defeat the abomination with no problems, I'm sure of that!
((Usa-pyon sighs dreamily as she admires the students' handiwork, all the while munching on a carrot. Wait.. where did she get that from?))
Maybe a mysterious alley somewhere. What does it matter to you? Are you hungry? YOU HAVE NO TIME TO BE HUNGRY, PYON! YOU ARE OFFICIALLY IN TRAINING CAMP. TOUGHEN UP, SOLDIER! I mean...
Usa-pyon turned, and pulled at a piece of cloth behind her, to reveal two statues shaped like.. shaped like... Professor Red?
Iyaaaa! Blushing, the bunny girl covered them up again, then bounced over towards the left, where there was another large piece of cloth. When had Usa-pyon set all this up? It is a mystery, pyon! But you're not here to solve mysteries, you're here to fight! (or learn how to..)
Behind this piece of cloth were two large bean-bags in the shape of the abomination from the booth. If anything, they looked like unidentified life forms.. maybe even a little like blobfishes, but if you squinted, and looked at them from the right angle... there was a slight resemblance to the abomination.
You'll prepare for the final fight by attacking either one of these two, pyon! Don't underestimate the abomination, no matter how adorable it is! Train hard, my little pumpkins!
××××OOC INFORMATION
××××× Please roll 2D10 TWICE, in separate posts!! First dice even = hit, odd = miss; second dice = damage done.
××××× You are not allowed to delete any posts; if you do, you will be mysteriously booted from the game!
××××× The beanbags have no HP, just practice beating 'em up!
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 12:04 am
Malodore looked thoroughly perplexed. "Proposed? As in a contract of marriage?" Oh, that would never work out. Never, ever, ever. "In what sense? How was this contract formed?"
Once again - for what seemed the hundredth time that day - the plague doctor tilted its head so far to one side that its hat fell off. This time, however, it was ready and caught the hat, putting the chapeau back on its head as it straightened up once more.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 12:07 am
Riley was not necessarily in her right mind at the moment, but if you leave a message, she'll get back to you as soon as possible.
Her arms clinged even tighter around Malodore. He said I picked him up, and that is some kelpie manner of proposal. But I am no kelpie. I am no kelpie, and why is he still here. She picked up her styrofoam cannon cat from the floor, and shook it angrily at Calder.
I WILL NOT BE YOUR WIFE.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 12:10 am
"Ah. I see." Malodore blinked behind the lenses as this processed.
... Well then.
The plague doctor strode over to Riley and grabbed her around the waist, bones creaking audibly as it tried to lift her up. It was quite the effort, very nearly impossible, but... her toes left the ground.
Barely.
"T-there," Malodore managed, its voice trembling with the effort of lifting. "Have I disrupted the social order adequately to free you all, mia cara?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 12:24 am
This was just getting worse and worse by the moment. Calder really had to face-palm here and took a moment to just place his hand on his face and breath. "No Malodore. Now Riley and I are in your harem." He was feeling sicker and sicker by the moment.
".....and Riley carried me. She'd be the dominate one in this, well, now it's a bit of Malodore." Wait, how the heck was that working out again. He wasn't technically married to her, so she still had to be the one to break up the engagement.
He still hand his hand cover his face, but he could speak clearly. "Intended or not, she did so in public, and for me, that matters." He dropped his hand. "You can't tell me that if someone that wasn't a dragon went up and did something against your culture, that you wouldn't react in some way." He didn't have any dragon references for comparison, but it was the point of the matter.
As much as he didn't want to, he looked over at Riley. "Just say, out loud, so all witnesses can hear, that..." This was rather painful. It did a lot more damage to Calder than anyone else. "........You break of your engagement with me because........well, you have to state a reason why you found me unfit." Because the only reason a kelpie who was dominate enough to carry a potential to then revoke his desire for said kelpie was to say they were somehow....bad goods.
He didn't look at her at this point. "Then I can go." At least there were no kepies present aside from him to witness this.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 12:32 am
Christof winced. He had no idea what this was all about, but Calder was really... pushing the limits. There really wasn't much he could do, though, besides giving Jericho a baffled shrug.
The bunny girl was back again, this time with odd... creatures of SOME sort although he didn't think they were animate. The corners of his mouth twitched in a shy smile at the sight of Mal attempting to... er... be the man, he supposed? For his ghoul. He didn't think it had it in it, really- but judging by that inch of air between mindflayer shoes and ground there was at least a bit.
He shifted awkwardly, and cleared his throat. Just... DROP it, Calder! He pined for his chalkboard, or anything to write with that wasn't pink crayon.
He refused to write in pink crayon.
Instead, he gave Calder another tug towards the proposed "target", lifting his make-shift "weapon" (could you even call it that?) pointedly. They had to complete this Task At Hand or they'd NEVER be able to find their proper clothes and escape!
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 12:35 am
Riley was still shaking her cannon cat sculpture at Calder threateningly when she felt herself get lighter. She turned her head, and looked down at the arms around her. When she actually felt herself being lifted from the ground, however, her eyes opened wide as saucers, and she dropped the cat to the ground with a clatter.
She could hear the effort it had taken to pull off such a maneuver, in it's voice. And somehow, Malodore was still doing it. That really wasn't what had her face locked in a state of perpetual shock, however.
She was still frozen, even when her feet touched the ground again. The only change noticeable in her composure was the dark, heavy blush that was spreading down her cheeks and past her neck. She barely had time to come up with some kind of response to what Malodore had just done, before Calder's terrible, terrible voice had to ruin the moment.
Only, it didn't.
Finally freed of the temporary insanity this entire situation had kept her in, she followed Calder's directions immediately, without a fault. Though quiet, her voice touched the public mind audibly.
I break off my- Okay, so there was still a little gag here, before she finally got it out -engagement with you, because..
She turned slightly to look at her savior, of sorts, and her blush deepened. This part was a little hard to hear, but the gist of it was obvious.
Because you're not Malodore.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 12:38 am
Malodore beamed... inasmuch as it could, given the audible creaks as its bones and overstretched tendons protested what it had just done. It leaned against Riley's back heavily, though it kept its claws around her waist.
"There, now. Are we all in accord? Shall we move ahead towards our goals?" It nodded vaguely in the direction of the blue bunny girl and her practice humanoids.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 12:41 am
If everything didn't sting enough, he looked over at Christof who seemed to not even get it. If anyone here should have been on his side, who knew a bit about his culture, it was the Igor, and he was looking at him as if his entire tradition and beliefs didn't matter. Are you surprised? Igors really have nothing but rules. That was their culture, and attending to his mistress was his only tradition.
When will he ever be on my side?
His jaw clenched as he tried to keep the waves of emotion down, deep feelings of pain and boiling hatred that wafted off of him in waves. "I can't believe you, ni. Of all the people who I thought would be on my side...."
His shoulders were shaking. "..why are you always so mean?"
He didn't tear his eyes away when Riley at last did as she was instructed and while it wasn't exactly on the lines, it at least worked enough. "Yeah. It's done." He gave Christof a darkened look. He turned and headed away. It seemed to be the thing that everyone wanted anyways.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 12:54 am
Riley's brow furrowed heavily at the sound of those creaks, and she turned around completely to keep Malodore safely supported in her arms. There may have been alternate reasons, considering she immediately leaned in and brushed her face against it's beak.
Are you all right? Do you need me to- I can't believe you- I mean, I just-
Her eyes flickered to the bean bag dummies that Malodore was cheerfully gesturing towards, but returned immediately to gaze at the plague doctor with worry. If it didn't feel up to the task, however, it wouldn't have suggested it..
We can. If you're sure. She slowly disentangled herself, waiting for any sign of weakness to use as an excuse to gather it up in her arms again.
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