*** patted the snow in place, grinning at his partner. "This looks amazing!" and it really did. Though not in the way he or Ariane might have thought. In truth it was a very questionable looking snow sculpture. But the both of them were much too hyped up on JOY to realize that.
"Oh hey! Help me roll this. We need two of them, to make it balanced." He announced, moving onto a pile of snow, which he proceeded to roll into a ball.
Proud Memory
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:56 am
Jericho wasn't the first boil she had ever crushed on, but he was sure the first boil in school that she felt that... Well, fluffy emotion for. It wasn't love. Just a crush. But when she realized that it was impossible - that his heart didn't have the space for anyone else, even if he was not romantically attached to anyone, it still hurt.
She was glad that they could become good friends though, and she was glad that he wasn't dead... Even if they have to start from scratch, all over again.
[Major blessing memory 4/5]
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:57 am
"done here," continued a half-lecture from his truly, "Then you are dismissed." Though *** didn't hear most, if any of it. They were standing in Caelius' office. Him and someone else who he had yet to learn the name of.
*** blinked, a painful humming noise clouding his mind.
"What?" He blurted out. Only to wince at how loud his voice sounded to him.
"If you are done ******** around," The death lead repeated, slowly, "Then consider yourselves very much dismissed. Your corresponding division will deal with the clean-up in regards to your outstanding behavior."
Reproachful Memory
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:58 am
*** grinned, holding a marker over the unconscious Wilson. "There. That looks perfect, don't you think?" He looked towards Dakota, who had also put his artistic skills to use on Wilson's face. A horrible thing to do to a comatose friend, some might say. However to them, it was just a token of their affection towards their friend.
Or that's what they would say when he woke up and discovered their art skills.
"We should probably go, before someone spots us and tells us off."
Creative Memory
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 8:01 am
**** took her stance, her staff in her hands glowing a bright orange. Swinging it downward, she send a barrage of five fireballs toward her target. Three managed to hit it, while the other two had developed a mind of their own and veered off course.
"That was awesome, ****!" Luca cheered from where he'd been watching with the rest of the group, most of which were murmuring among themselves. "I could have done better... only three managed to hit the target," **** replied with a grimace. She could honestly do better, she just needed to concentrate. "Still better than anything I could come up with," the boil replied with a shrug, "Can you do it again?"
Giving a nod, **** set herself up in front of the target once more and screwed her face up in concentration. This time, she would do it.
[Major blessing memory 2/5]
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 8:07 am
*** had somehow gravitated towards her, and although she wasn't consciously doing it, had treated Amrita like a child - when she was scared or unsure, *** would pet her hair, hold her, and tell her that it was going to be alright. She felt like a mother, like an adult, whenever Amrita was with her. In a way, she brought out the best in her, and *** appreciated how much she was trusted by the younger ghoul.
It was really nice to have a family in school.
[Major blessing memory 5/5]
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 8:18 am
"I can't believe you lost... you had him!" Amelia whined from where she and **** were walking down the path home. "Honestly, if you hadn't jumped in to block that last attack you would have been able to win. All because of that cat," she pouted with her eyes toward the sky. **** could only chuckle at how her friend was getting angry for her.
"No, I lost fair and square," **** replied with a sigh. "I just wasn't able to recover fast enough after saving the cat from his attack. I wouldn't be able to enjoy a victory at the expense of the cat's safety. I was once told that being strong isn't about being intimidating, it's about what's in here," **** finished, placing her hand on her chest
"You're just too nice... that's going to get you in trouble someday," the ghoul retorted, kicking up dust as she walked. **** chuckled once more. Maybe, but she just needed to get stronger so she could protect others and herself.
[Major blessing memory 3/5]
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 8:19 am
It was odd, but *** realized that she doesn't make a lot of dresses for herself. She did some modifications on dresses she had bought in stores, but seldom does she actually make herself someone from scratch... So it delighted her to receive compliments on the dress she made for herself for the Scarentine's Day Party. It was a tiny boost on her self-confidence, and she had made her own dresses for school events since.
"I just wanted.. well. I wanted to give you this."
The inside of the card was quick and to the point.
I'm sorry we had a fight. From *** <3
"What's wrong with you?" She did sound concerned, but mostly because he sounded so cranky.
[creative]
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 8:27 am
*** was so sure that their disguises were genius. Oh yes, they would never guess that they were stalking them on their date!
Along with Xiu and Junko, *** had taken over a little restaurant temporarily after knocking out the waitress, and tying her up in the storage; although they would probably face horrible repercussions, there was romance on the line here. After dressing up as waiters, they put on fake mustaches, and went to serve the two people in the spotlight - Shun and Mitsu.
If there was one thing that *** could say with every certainty, it was that Wash was a kind man - a good man. A gentle man, and yet there was a passion that thrummed just below the surface, so electrifying that *** could taste it each time she was near him. There was also a sort of sorrow in him, something she could sense in herself, something that they shared.
However, where she craved everything she'd been denied her entire life, Wash was not nearly so demanding. That easy smile, those sweet, gentle brown eyes. He had never asked anything of her, had always taken whatever she felt comfortable giving. Perhaps it was the secrecy that made her feel comfortable opening up to him.
No, that wasn't it.
They'd shared a harrowing experience. He'd willingly laid his life down for her in the Lair. He would have let her kill him so that she might survive. He'd held her in his arms as she'd died over and over again in the most excruciating of ways. In the cages, too, he'd been nothing but a bastion of support, a gentle touch, a warm light in the darkness.
If they hadn't gone through that experience, would they have looked to one another for companionship? Would she still be with the unpredictable Jerry, looking after him, taking care of him? *** didn't know, in all honesty.
As she made her way into the room she shared with Wash, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it with a loud, heavy sigh. Her head fell back. Had she made a mistake? Wash deserved someone who wasn't splintered, torn, shattered. Didn't he?
[main]
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 8:35 am
"I told you where I found this case! I told you where I found it! It was at my .. it was at the house - from before. The house from before, where I used to live."
She held the necklace up and swayed. Her skin was pale, and a cool sweat formed a film across her forehead and her upper lip. Her thoughts were moving rapid fire.
This was her father. This was her mother.
Her papa was not her papa.
This man in the picture. He was her father. The woman, her mother.
Her papa was not her papa.
***'s mouth ran dry. Her stomach clenched and roiled.
He had taken Shun's eye and Hel's wings. He would take... So much more from them if he was allowed to roam free. However, it was against Halloween law to physically harm a human, much less kill one... And it was against her morals. Why didn't she plan ahead? *** knew that once the mission was successful, they would have to do something in order to silence the hunter, and he wasn't going to stop coming after them.
He would hunt them down one by one, and return the "favor" ten-fold.
Revenge's never the answer. Revenge will only lead to more bloodshed down the road. Revenge will bring nothing but further pain. Revenge is only a temporary solution. Revenge will... Is... Right now... She knew that there was probably no better solution.
It was the safest plan, and the majority decided to go forward with the execution.
[Vengeful incident]
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 8:37 am
"Let's go ****!" It's more fun to do things together." She giggled bright as her tail tugged on his tail. His eyes blinked slowly and he tugged his tail away.
"I don't want to be picked on any more..."
She lets out an annoyed noise, pushing herself closer to him and glaring. "You're going to let them stop you from being happy!?"
"I don't want to get hurt any more.
[Defensive Incident.]
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Sun and Moon
The hum was back, so loud **** thought he could feel the buzzing. When he looked up, what he could see of the sky through the sand was black. They'd barely made it through the last one. This was worse. He couldn't freeze up. He couldn't hack and slash at everything that jumped at him. They were both tired, but he'd told Rep he was going to guard him. He needed Rep to make it back. It was on his shoulders.
They descended.
**** fought. Cleared a path. Jabbed, chopped, kicked, anything to keep what he could off the other Hunter.
Rep set his jaw and swung again and again, cutting a swathe through the bastards, even as they assaulted both of them, always aiming for the big guys, always trying to trim down the swirling mass of death.
They fought for what felt like a long time.
When it was over, Rep struggled to catch his breath, hands shaking, body pushed pretty damn far. All he could do was lean back against **** slightly and pat his hand in a subtle little gesture of "I think we got them all".
They headed back to camp.
**** walked close enough that Rep could lean on him, if he needed it. No casualties. Jordan would be fine, he kept thinking. He was an intermediate. Lots of friends. Someone would have protected him.
**** couldn't be everywhere at once. He'd heard Jerry shrieking for help early on, but he couldn't get to him. He had to trust the other Moonies would mark up. Even so, a part of it had been...really good. Fighting back to back, mowing through enemies, taking 20 down for every time one of those ******** got too close. Escort missions were one thing. Making it so a Sun could really work, that was another. And they had worked.
Office
**** unlocks the door to Clarice's office. He'd been trusted with taking care of it, while she was gone.
Mostly he uses it to play video games, and feed Killer. Right now he and Rep are going to play a game he keeps forgetting the name of. Starwars, Warcraft, Call of something. Rep's been avoiding him all day, and **** feels bad, he didn't mean to embarrass him, or mean any harm, or s**t like that.
They talk awkwardly while the console boots up. It's all new for Rep, and he doesn't know how he feels about s**t still. Some of it's new to **** too.
They don't have any privacy here. That's part of the problem. He's got two ******** boyfriends, and all he can do is stare at them mopily and kill monsters. He's killed a lot of monsters. Rep asks if he's the only one with a key to the Office, and he says that he is, and all of a sudden his coveralls are unzipped, and they're kissing against the wall.
It occurs to them that they should call Jordan, and they do, but waiting is hard and they get preoccupied again.
When Jordan gets there, he brings the condoms and lube Clarice gave them. **** has trouble focusing between them, and kisses them each like a dog with two toys, and pulls them back towards the couch.
Killer
When **** arrived at the Island's observation deck, Clarice was waiting with a smile, "You've been working hard, ****. Let's see how far you've come since waking up."
Through the deck's window, at the center of the little island, the princess was waiting. A tiny herpicorn pranced after a butterfly, just coming up short on it's leash, it's little princess hat wobbling precariously as it tried to wiggled just a little bit farther. Eventually giving up with a little huff, it looked toward the hunters with a distinct pout, revealing a small black pirate patch over one of its eyes.
"He's been working pretty hard to get better as well."
"He's got his horn sheathed," **** said, grinning as the Herpicorn stalked his prey. "You really fixed him up good. He looks ready for a fight." He hadn't doubted Clarice could do it, even if there weren't too many other minipets that made it out of the kitchen. Killer and him were both survivors.
There wasn't a problem Clarice couldn't fix.
The Promise (doors)
There is a door. Only he can go through the door. Jordan and Rep tell him they can't go with him. It's a hallucination from the house, but the idea of the door shakes him just the same, that there's some place they couldn't follow.
After, he holds on and in desperation and anguish, he asks, "Don't leave me."
"Not til death, and even then."
Last Stand (there's something after)
He'd trusted them. He'd given them all his power. Candace, Jerry, Jordan, Rep. They strike him and B0nez down, in the Voice's room. His bedroom is ruined. His building is crumbling. If he dies, he will lose everything he loves. Everyone that depends on him will be destroyed. Everything he built will be gone.
They're not his officers. They're another ****'s. They've explained it to him. Miserable Judas ********. Jerry stabs him in the heart. B0nez cries out in pain. He calls for Rep in his last moments, his Rep, but Rep doesn't come for him.
When he and B0nez wake up again, they are dressed plainly, and in grey.
He's not sure if this is the afterlife. There's a voice, and he listens to it tell him how insignificant he is. All he wants to know is if Rep and Jordan are here. They aren't. He puts out a colorless cigarette with his foot.
He'll tear apart heaven, hell, and everything in between to find them.
Building Headboard + Binoculars
Harrison carves the skull and the wings and the dragon together into the board. He's been awake for a week, on account of the binoculars. He's not tired.
There are a pile of wooden Christmas presents, but it's the headboard he spends the most time on, to fit their new mattress.
He traces each detail. Ferros. Tracey. B0nez. It was B0nez who helped with the design, photoshopping s**t together. He's more artistic than Harrison. Harrison can trace things, that's all. He carves patient loops and lines.
The relationship includes all six of them, and he's grateful for everything Tracey and Ferros are. They value what he values, and they keep it safe.
Dreams
Jordan was missing. **** had been having dreams again, about Julie.
She'll be baking, but everything she makes is full of bugs. And nobody else notices, so they're all eating it. Sometimes it's nicer, but gets dark later. Julie tugging him down the halls. Julie asking to meet him under the mistletoe Christmas Eve. Julie smiling, Julie's expression in the tent, blank, her body crusted with blood.
At first he couldn't figure out why, except sometimes he got dreams, just the way he got feelings about places. Then Allan told them Jordan's mission had been in the Sahara.
Julie's death was never far from him, and sometimes when he shut his eyes he could see it still, the rows and rows of sun and moon hunters, the buzzing getting louder and louder, and Julie turning- except now her tiny back and shoulders were replaced by a stronger, more familiar pair, and the ragged hole was still there, and he could see them boiling and rolling over each other, inside, outside of skin he'd gently explored but now was hollowed out and looked more like a sponge or a strange, used cheese-
When he fainted ( No, nope, hey, not the time, you piece of s**t, the screen's blinking in and out, I'M GOING AFK, I'M GETTING KICKED-), he thought about Jordan tugging them both down the long hallway in Vegas, Jordan kissing him as mistletoe drifted around them into snowbanks...
After, **** knows that Jordan is dead. The grief all comes loose at once. He has a shower, and cries, and Rep tells him that Jordan's okay, and they'll go get him. They make love because it's going to be the last time.
He dreams about Jordan, and the bugs.
Temper
There wasn't a warning before two hands grabbed Sasha's arms and threw her backwards into a clatter of chairs and equipment.
He didn't talk. ****'s expression was cold, as dark as it got, not in the mood to mince words or do anything but stab something until it stopped moving.
Like a ******** hyena, crawling in on her ******** belly to pick over what had already been laid low. And **** could remember every episode, every pint of blood, stored up in scars and worse damage than that, every time he turned his ******** back.
Some part of him knew there were rules.
But murder felt pretty goddamned justified.
Sasha's eyes sparked with sapphire fire as she caught sight of ****. Her lips wrenched in a snarling smile. "****," Her voice was curt and dark, "You're like a badly-dressed guardian angel."
"Not an angel," he ground out, and the words were hard. The hatred was familiar. A cold void, all the anger built up into a tunneled focus.
He jumped first. He wasn't slow. He didn't tease. He was going to stab his way through her shield and then keep going at what was left. He hammered away with tireless, raging persistence. Into the weapon. Into any flesh he could get a hold of. B0nez was mad, too, in his shrieky, high-strung way.
He heard Rep cry out in the background. In pain, in confusion, he didn't know. It drove him further, like a wasp sting into the anger.
As far as **** was concerned, there was only one way this could end.
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