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 Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:06 am
Truthfully, Tess didn't know what help she could be to West. At this point, she was feeling mortified at how this little disciplining session was shaping up to be. She was wringing her hands, and Trixie's tentacles whenever they got in the way as West did his best to deal with the offending hand. Maybe if Tess was a more uncouth sort of ghoul she would make a crack how she never expected she'd get one of her hands down his pants if only to lighten the mood. When the thought struck her, it made her already embarrassed features more prominent in hue.
When West quieted down, Tess became very concerned, "A-are you alright? Sh-she hasn't grabbed anything particularly um, well, Miss Esme has really sharp nails and-" the rest of her sentence died on her lips when the wrath demon turned around and. Lowered. His. Pants.
Crimson eyes widened as they caught a glimpse of the demon's boxers and a most unbecoming thought of Nice tush, flitted through her mind. Briefly. Because there next came a dull thud followed by frantic squelching and the sound of rustling grass. Tess had pretty much shut down like she had during Truth or Dare. Unfortunately her fall was cushioned by a very upset purple tentacle and Trixie was basically flipping its s**t.
Choking did not work on Esmerelda, who was proving to be surprisingly resilient for a severed hand of a matronly ghoul. Sharp, perfectly manicured nails made it clear she was just as capable of putting up a fight as the next minipet that required neither air nor sustenance. Just the FEAR-rich environment of Halloween. And a steady paycheck to afford the luxurious accommodations while she was with her charge. Who was on the ground?!?!?! Esme's fingers splayed apart in horror as those nails of her grew longer, sharper, and she began to look more crone-like.
Esme was, pardon her language, pissed off.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 8:50 pm
A rather comedic expression of bewilderment crossed West's face as he saw Tess fall to the ground out of the corner of his eye.
"Wha'happened?" he murmured as he turned to look at the flailing tentacle, features suddenly clouding again as Esme's nails bit into his palm. "Look whatcha did, y'b***h," he told the hand, rudely dropping her to the grass beside Tess' unconscious form. "Nasty creatures alla ya. Thinkin' y'can do whatever y'wa..." He continued his muttered tirade as he started to kneel, recalling at the last second that his pants were still undone, but never making the connection that their state might have been the cause of Tess' sudden case of the vapors. He stood again, zipping and buttoning himself back into the realm of decency.
"Hey, uh, Tess?" he tried, not bothering to crouch beside her this time. He had been entirely too nice to everyone lately and now that he had stopped himself from unconsciously doing it again, he wasn't going to go all nursey unless it was absolutely necessary.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 11:17 pm
Tess was elsewhere right now, trying to process the sight of a boil willingly dropping his pants in front of her. Was it the winged ghoul's fault for not listening to him when he told her to look away? Probably. That or it was Tess' own slow reaction time. But if she'd known that was the measure he would have taken, she probably would have made an about face the instant he had.
There were a series of frantic clicking from Esme's manicured nails before the appendage promptly began pinching the ghoul. Hard enough to leave red welts on her pale skin that would eventually darken to bruises. When she got little to no response (fainting spells from witnessing inappropriate behavior? There was hope for Tess yet as far as Esme was concerned!), the hand rounded back to West and began to point an accusing finger at him.
Meanwhile, Trixie was still squished and flailing from beneath its Mistress.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 7:07 pm
Great, she wasn't getting up. And now that stupid hand was... bitching at him, he supposed. Although he had met several students who chose not to speak and did just fine for themselves, West had never realized just how much a stubby little hand could get across without saying a word.
"This's your fault," he spat, inching closer to Tess. He really didn't want to have to get all sappy and concerned and ask her if she was okay, but the fact that she wasn't stirring even with Trixie under her panicking like that made West think that perhaps there was something more wrong with her than he had thought. Not that he really knew what he thought was wrong. He had blamed Esmerelda for her fall, but he didn't actually know the cause of Tess' distress. Maybe some stupid zquirrel had thrown a rock at her head while he had been turned around.
He stood there, looking down at her for a few seconds more before sighing softly. West kneeled beside her, ignoring the disembodied hand as he poked his first two fingers sharply into the ghoul's shoulder.
"Tess? Wake up."
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 6:08 am
It seemed like Tess was going to be zoned out for a little while longer. Which probably was for the best as far as the winged ghoul was concerned. She wasn't going to be very... coherent if she ever regained consciousness with West still around. The utter embarrassment might be enough to have her keel over and live! Which means it left Esmerelda with no choice.
The hand skittered towards the box she emerged from, pushing it towards Tess' unconscious form while at the same time making several series of tapping sounds against the wood. When she was near enough, Esme proceeded to try and swat the wrath demon away from Tess' form. It was probably best that West step away because when the cigar box lid suddenly creaked open, a veritable army of severed hands emerged.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 8:12 am
Hrm. West poked at Tess' arm one last time for good measure. Did the undead routinely... die again? He didn't think so. The demon made a fairly unspecific grunt of annoyance when Esmerelda began tapping on the box and tried to force him away from the ghoul.
"What're y'do..."
As the first couple of hands scurried out of the box, West scoffed.
"Issat where y'keep yer boilfriends?"
He chuckled derisively, but the chuckling promptly stopped when the hands kept coming.
"Candlejack..." he muttered, pushing himself to his feet and backing away. Tess had more than a hand problem... this was an infestation.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 9:09 am
In unison and in perfect rhythm to Esmerelda's tapping, the severed hands scuttled their way on the ground over to Tess' unconscious form. In what was akin to a rowing drum's beating, the hands pressed low until they could effectively lift the winged ghoul up a few inches off the ground so the rest could pull the very upset purple tentacle out from under her. Trixie promptly flung itself at West, it's multiple mouths squelching and squealing in its version of terrified sobbing and worry.
With the purple tentacle out of the way, the other limbs slid under Tess to form a pseudo mattress composed entirely of limbs. The winged ghoul was resting on the wrist-stubs while fingers pushed against the ground to carry here away. Leaving behind the smaller box that emerged from Esme's box and of course the original cigar box upon which Esme was still tapping.
When she was confident her servants would be able to safely transport her charge back to her room, Esme slowly turned round on West. With great flourish and surprising elegance, Esme began to carve out words on the ground. She figured she'd only be wasting her "breath" using Morse code.
You are a terrible influence on Tess. Stay away from her. Though feel free to punt that wretched tentacle and its complete lack of personal space.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 9:07 pm
The amount of concentration West had expended in dealing with the Esmerelda situation had managed to leave a Trixie-shaped hole in the boil's brain. Sure, he was still aware of the purple tentacle's presence, but he had sort of temporarily forgotten just how tentacle-y she was and just how much he was skeeved by tentacle-y things. Unluckily, it seemed she had not forgotten him at all.
West didn't have a chance to shield himself before Trixie jumped for him, flailing and squealing. The demon squealed a bit as well, but thankfully the sound was lost amid the squelching and rustling.
"Trix... TRIXIE!" he shouted, trying to push her away. His right hand was momentarily engulfed in the creature's mouth and he cringed as he tugged it out. Perhaps fighting back was not the best way to deal with this situation. Against all of his most base impulses, West reached over what could only be described as Trixie's shoulder and pat her firmly on the back.
"There, there," he said. "Everythin's fi..." He caught sight of Esme and and her fancy dirt writing. He squinted. He smirked.
"Damn right I am," West muttered. "An' I'm not stayin' 'way from shi--" He sputtered and struggled as an unidentified wriggly bit of Trixie found its way into his mouth. Any desire he might have had to get Tess away from the bossy hand and her minions was chased away by more pressing matters.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 1:45 am
Esme's fingers twitched ever so slightly, perhaps it was out of amusement at the wrath demon's predicament. Well, it seemed West had made up his mind and while the hand would have been more than happy to continue with their discussion, she had more important matters to attend to. But she wasn't about to leave without any parting words.
Again, she tapped on the wooden box she emerged out of, and out popped another hand. A distinctly female one but obviously several years (if not decades) younger than Esme. There were more tapping and nail clicking before the female hand launched itself onto Trixie. There was a spot the second hand pinched and suddenly the purple tentacle went limp.
As Trixie fell, the hand jumped off West to land, wrist first on the paralyzed minipet. With more tapping from Esme, said hand "looked up" at West and promptly flipped the bird at him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 11:11 am
West took several stumbling steps back as Trixie fell, too relieved that she was gone to check whether or not she was hurt. He didn't particularly care if she was, but Tess seemed rather attached to the thing and he had already let the ghoul be carted off without supervision. It would be kind of awful for her if he just let her tentacle die. Whatever. He thought about trying to grab this new hand to strangle it, but if fighting Esme was any indication, strangling a disembodied hand was about as effective as strangling a ghost.
"You. If y'ever come near me again, I'll take a blow torch t'ya!" He stepped forward again, planting his feet in what was normally a menacing stance, but at the moment it was partially ruined by the fact that he looked like he had just been run over by something. "Candlejackin' animals," he grumbled, raising his middle finger back at the pair. He sighed, the sound turning into a rough growl at the end, then turned and stomped off back toward his dorm. Let them try to catch up to him with no legs.
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