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 Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:17 pm
Andeon stared at Christof. He didn't say anything. Real men let their abs do the talking.  It's okay to be jealous, little buddy.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:17 pm
This whole ordeal was turning out to be more and more embarrassing for Mai, but somehow she couldn't help but be highly amused by it all. The ghost was grateful for Seiji's assistance as he helped her up from underneath the table and she opened her mouth to thank him but was immediately distracted by the sight of the two ghouls wrestling around in the mud. ... It was candlejacking beautiful. Glistening and jiggling in all the right places, Mai made her way through the gathered bodies to get a closer look. If she'd been any more interested in the sight, she'd probably be drooling. ((Wooo! Boooobiiieezzzz ... My sn is Paperghost 8DD.. can has this one please? *sparklesparkle*))
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:23 pm
Hel and her sister were mud wrestling.
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From this distance Mot didn't see much, but the sounds of Hel snarling were enough to make him continue leaving the scene.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:26 pm
So, octopi DID have fur.
Cady jotted this down mentally in case there was some kind of test later.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:36 pm
Nahm had a front and center seat for the mudwrestling. And the half-naked mindflayer.
He tucked his hands into his pockets and shamelessly enjoyed the show.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:38 pm
There just weren't words to describe the madness that was happening around him. Some of it good, some of it bad. He Turned a sideways glance to Junko before turning his attention to the mud coated sisters.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:42 pm
Christof was so distracted by the mud wrestling, he totally missed Andeon's coming on to him.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:51 pm
Freya almost felt bad for showing off, and getting Hel into a frothing rage in front of all her new friends. "Ja, ja, crumpet, you cans beats me into a pulp later, okay? Let's just, let's get cleans up so we can be happy again!"
She slipped and slided over to Christof, held her mud-covered hand out sweetly.
"Cans we get cleans up, friend?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:59 pm
Shehk was too busy enjoying her jackdamned Squirrelburger to care much about the antics. They were fun to stare at, however. That much was for sure.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 10:06 pm
Cleaned up? Sure! Christof was happy to oblige.
With a fresh dose of water directly at shirt level.
Under his skii-mask, the Ninjatof was beaming.
Yes, he was being very helpful today.
CONGRATS FREYA, YOU WON A CLEAN UP.
Prize has been sent to Paperghost!
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 10:12 pm
Petro had decided to take a breather before attempting another run at the tests. Not that he was getting discouraged, there were plenty of other students who weren't succeeding so there was that factor to help him. But the student council was encouraging them to check out the concession stand so he figured he ought to obey.
The sight before the horse boil suddenly filled him with a nostalgic longing for home. It was... pandemonium. Students were making a ruckus and mud wrestling and and and IT WAS GLORIOUS!!!!
"Y' guys look like y're all having fun!" he laughed, brown eyes scanning the rest of the area, trying to see where he could join in himself. And then he spotted Needle. He'd missed her in the eating competition and if he wasn't intending to do more runs, he would have joined the contest as well. The smile disappeared from his face, replaced with a frown of concern when he noticed she wasn't looking all too well.
Jogging up to the Engraver, he stopped in front of her, "Needle, 's something wrong?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 10:37 pm
“Happy!?” Hel hissed, “I won’t be happy until I’ve run you through with my spear!”
The reaper didn’t seem to care that a lot of her fellow students were just gawking at the display, and she was about to try and make good with another threat, until the ninja Igor hosed her. Hel paused and stared, watching as she got a high dose of pressured water to the chest which also caused her to stumble back quite a few steps. She stared for a moment longer, until the crease in her brow slowly started to ease, and she straightened her posture out.
The reaper chuckled, and the sounds of amusement only grew until she threw her head back and laughed loudly.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 11:21 pm
And now it was Hel, and not Freya, who was laughing up a storm. The spray of water had hit her hard right in the chest, and it splashed the friendly look right off her face. She was now soaked from head to toe, her hair and wings dripping heavily behind her, and she gave Christof a sour look.
"Not whats I had in mind." She grumbled, reaching back to twist the water out of her braid, and giving her sister a sour gaze.
"Well at least I am cleans now!" She gave her sister a sheepish look. "Crumpet, I sorry. I loves yeh!" Freya made a cute face, trying to win back the affections of her sister with it. It didn't look as cute while she was dripping wet.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 11:27 pm
Needle had eaten way too much, and though she had faired well enough in the contest, it was getting to her. She had settled for just sitting there, trying to keep the food down out of pride; she had already puked once this contest, she was not going to do it again! The ghoul had just buried her face into her ink stained hands when she heard a familiar voice, and she didn't need to look up to know who he was.
"Petro." She murmured, keeping her hands where they were. For a moment she curled, shoulders rising with tension as the nausea hit her. A moment later it was over and she relaxed, straightening her posture and folding her hands on her vomit-splattered hakama. The tikbalang was offered a smile, and she climbed to her feet when she felt it was safe.
"I am fine." She assured her friend, gently laying a hand on the appendage she assumed to be his arm. "Petro, I achieved third place in the test of the stomach!" With the nausea over and her food kept down for now, the pride in herself returned full swing, making her practically glow with it. "I got to the final round!" She had never eaten so much in her entire life! This was a great accomplishment!
She wondered if she could get another needle in her arm for it...and speaking of needles, she had yet to realize that there was still a hot dog and a fried bat wing stuck in hers. Oops.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 8:50 am
Hearing that she reached third place, Petro couldn't help but grin at her in pride. He wished he had been there to cheer her on and to witness her give her all. "Awww, 'm sad I didn't get to see y' win for myself. Sorry about that," he apologized. If he had known she'd be participating he would have done his best to fail attempt to get through the trials faster.
"Didn't know y' had a big appetite, but uh, looks like y'r stomach didn't agree with some'v the stuff y' ate." Brilliant observation on the horse boil's part, taking note of the ghoul's stained clothing. "Mind if I get a bite to eat myself?" he chuckled, gently holding Needle's wrist (or at least where there was no spike protruding) with one hand while the other carefully plucked some of the food still stuck to the Engraver.
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