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 Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 10:06 pm
He sighed as she repeated his name, his arms slowly lowering back to his sides. The ghoul's hollow voice was no less creepy no matter how many times she spoke, but something about her strange purr was reassuring. West didn't think she would attack while she was sniffing on him like a kid with a cupcake or rumbling like a jackdamned scareon.
"Yeah, uh, West's m..." he began, pressing his lips together and going silent again as she leaned her face near his and stared. Savior. That was quite a name. He tried to nod in response, but she kind of had his head held captive. "Nice t'meet ya, Savior," he said, the pleasantry followed almost immediately by a brief burst of nearly hysterical chuckles. "I dunno why I'm botherin'! 'T'snot like y'understa--OW!" And to think he had been doing so well.
West was not opposed to pain. Some might have even said he enjoyed it. Even so, in all of his life he had never been quite as battered and sliced open as he was now, at least not while still being conscious. He was fine with being climbed and prodded, since both of those activities involved short sharp pains spread out over time, but this sudden full-body squeeze had caught him off guard.
"Get--aah!" His retort was cut short as he tried to wiggle out of her grasp, instead only succeeding in adding to the problem. "Get off y'crazy halfwit!" West bent his knees and started to lower himself into a seated position. Either she would get off, or he would scrape her off of him like something nasty on the bottom of his shoe.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:38 am
Savior moved herself off this West as fast as she could, not really wanting to find out what would happen should she come into contact with the ground. Pain wasn't something she couldn't handle, she had a rather high threshold for it after all, but she wasn't curious enough to test the face-into-floor theory. Resting her feet onto the ground she stayed on her haunches and looked at the boil, either studying his face out of delight or thinking he might be worth doing something else to. "Hurt. Youse okays, Savior okays. Gewd."
She pushed herself to a standing position, apparently satisfied with whatever it was she was doing, and she lifted each foot one after the other to dust them off. It was a wasted effort and point, as the dusting caused puddles of sand to form beneath each foot, and she followed suite by dusting off her knees and elbows. Technically, by covering herself with sand, it could say she was dusting herself on rather than off. Hmmm. "Wesst smell gewd. Like Savior, so gewd." She'd already said it before but it never hurt to say it again. It was almost as though she was driving the point across that West now smelled like her and it was impossible for him to escape.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 8:16 pm
When Savior lowered herself off of him and settled on the ground, West backed away a step, making an attempt to calm himself. She might have thought he smelled like her and apparently that made him acceptable, but acceptability didn't mean he was immune to her attacks, at least as far as he was concerned. He tried to beat up people he found acceptable all the time.
"Okay. Good." He stood up straighter under her scrutiny. It wouldn't do to show weakness. "So... um, I'ma go. 'Kay?" The sooner he got as far away from this situation as he could, the better. "I mean... y'can find me whenever y'want, right?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:06 pm
The problem for West was that Savior decided that, now that she knew his name and she smelled like her, it meant she was going to be with him for a while. In her terms a while could have meant anything between a day and a whole year, but it was hard to tell since she'd never been around others to really know her limit. So when he tried to leave? She followed on his heels like a duckling would, her eyes wide and her expression clearly one of joy. Savior really, really liked West, he made for good company to a monster who otherwise enjoyed being entirely solitary, so he wasn't going to shake her. "Prefer follow." It was weird how some words were in her vocabulary but others were not - perhaps it was all based on what she'd heard around the campus during her wanderings. It wasn't as though she couldn't pick up phrases on her own but it was beyond her to simply imagine words.
Reaching out she took a handful of West's shirt into her grip and pulled herself close to him, the smell of his body and her citrus mingling. It was just like West had gotten himself a new pet.
He was screwed. Savior was delighted.
FIN
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