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 Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:44 pm
Huni Pi Petro's eyes opened to the sight of two Hels standing over him. No, wait, let him blink a couple of times first. The fuzzy edges of his vision cleared and it became apparent that it was only the one valkyrie reaper holding the blade of her weapon to his neck. Human features grimly stared at the spear before they brightened to a wide, toothy grin. "Heh, yeah! Been ages since I had a workout like that myself," he laughed, graciously accepting the proffered limb. Once on steadied feet, he began to brush off the dirt and dust that clung to his body, "Y're a real tough one, Shun oughta have a go at y' too!" He thought very highly of the dark-haired reaper and was rather excited at the thought of watching the two in a spar. They were both fast and had incredible coordination. Not to mention seeing them use their weapons in action, he wouldn't know who'd come out the victor! When his hands reached his waist, Petro paused at his nakedness, "Y' wouldn't happen to'v seen where the rest'v my loincloth went, would y'?" he asked. There wasn't any hint of embarrassment in his question, just a casual curiosity that one might hear from someone inquiring about the time. Lucyal Hel helped to pull Petro to his feet, and her hands rested on her hips once he was standing. Her grin widened. “Shun?” She echoed curiously. “I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for this Shun!” If Petro recommended him as an opponent, that had to mean something! Regardless, she’d definitely be interested for more sparring in the future with the horse boil. Maybe she’d be able to gleam some of those devastating grounding moves from him… When the question about his loin cloth came up (or lack there of), Hel blinked. “Uh…” She looked around, and immediately felt a bit sheepish. Not because Petro was naked, no, it was simply the concept that she had destroyed his clothing. Being naked was just a consequence of that action. “Um…” Hel looked a bit bothered as she caught sight of a few pieces of said loin cloth tumble past them in the breeze. Aww…she really did destroy it! Hel felt bad. “…I’m not sure if those are…wearable anymore friend…” She started. “…Do you have anymore back at your room?” It was here as well, that Hel reached behind her and undid the bow of her apron, and then slipped it off of her, offering it to the horse boil. “Until you return to your room?” It was the least she could do. Huni Pi The horse boil didn't so much as hesitate when Hel offered her apron to him. Taking it he nodded, "Many thanks. And we ain't gonna be able tell if 's still wearable from way over here, eh?" He grinned as he donned the article of clothing before quickly going to retrieve the remnants of his loincloth. He was still hoping he could still salvage some of it but as he studied the strips, he was either going to have to sew it back together. Jack damn it, he didn't think to bring a sewing kit. With a sigh he returned to where Hel was, jogging back up to her. While he did wear the apron, he neglected to tie the strings behind him. "I got my ceremonial bahag and my formal bahag back in my room. Didn't think I'd be wearing either'v 'em real soon but 'm not s'pposed to be at school naked," he grumbled. "'M gonna have to ask Lizzy to help me piece this back together," he murmured absently as he studied the strips of cloth that had been his loincloth prior to the spar.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:46 pm
Lucyal Hel was greeted by the sight of a rear end with bow straps flapping in the breeze as Petro jogged away from her to pick up the pieces of his loin cloth. The reaper blinked, raising a brow as she rubbed the back of her neck once more, and when the horse boil returned, the reaper quietly moved behind him to tie up the apron. There. Once it was in nice bow, she moved back around to the front, and stared down at the loin cloth pieces as well. Her brows furrowed as she stared down at the pieces. Ah…damn, she wish she had remembered that that was his clothing! The reaper stared down at it for a moment longer, before a sudden idea came to mind. Oh! She could…she could make him a new one! She could weave a new one on her loom! It’d be simple enough! Hel was rather excited by this idea now, and was equally excited to get back to her room to start working, all to make up for this little incident here. “…Ah…say there friend…how about I accompany you back to your room?” She was going to need her apron back, after all. Huni Pi The horse boil's first instinct was to refuse and ask if it wasn't supposed to be the otherway around. But looking down at his current attire, the tikbalang had to grudgingly accept that it was perhaps better if Hel accompanied him to his room so he could return her apron sooner than later. And at least this way, he wouldn't end up walking the rest of the way from the reaper dorms to the monster dorms naked. Not that Petro had any issues with nudity, mind. But his momma told him he needed to wear clothes at the Academy and whatever his momma said, he was going to obey. "Yeah, sounds like a good idea," he nodded, "'S more convenient for y' rather than having to wait for me to return y'r apron." Petro was completely unaware of what was going through Hel's mind and what the reaper was intending to do. As annoyed as he was at having his loincloth all cut up (and partly worried he'd get into trouble with his momma for it), he didn't blame Hel. It was a spar, and she had a weapon, and one thing led to another, and things just happened. Ah well, suck it up and deal with it, Tro. As they both headed towards the monster dorms, Tro kept glancing at the bow Hel had tied behind him. "'S it gotta be that tight?" he asked, awkwardly tugging at the collar-strap stretched taut. Lucyal Hel smiled when Petro consented to the idea, giving a nod of her head as well. “Indeed it would be!” There was no way she was leaving without her apron in her arms, after all! The ghoul shifted from foot to foot, anxious to get going, because the sooner she could take him to his room, the sooner she could get back to hers and start working. Once they finally started to move, the reaper fell into step with him, swinging her arms happily. She grinned over at Petro as he tugged at the collar-strap, and laughed. “You can take strikes to the head like no one’s business, but it’s the apron that has you voicing concern, friend?” She jested good naturedly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:47 pm
Huni Pi The horse boil pouted, or at least the closest equivalent he was capable of making. "'S not 'cuz it hurts or nothing. 'S just..." there was a look of distaste clearly evident on his face and he seemed to be second-guessing himself over something. It was a rather serious matter to the horse boil that he had a particular aversion to the sensation of something hanging around his neck in such a manner. It made him antsy and reminded him too much of arms wrapped tight in a manner similar to a rider. He didn't want to go around informing other students that it was possible to tame his kind. And that it was possible to tame him to that effect. As much as Tro enjoyed the spar with Hel, the horse boil figured the fewer students aware of the condition, the better. "'S just a tikbalang thing to not like having something round our necks that ain't some amulet or talisman."It wasn't a lie because Petro was terrible at lying but he was obviously avoiding the reaper's gaze. Lucyal The reaper looked over at Petro curiously with a small tilt to her head. She noted the pouting expression he seemed to sport, as well as the second guessing look. Hel had no idea of course, what he was feeling antsy about, nor did she think anything of the fact that her apron collar was causing the discomfort. It was even more curious though, when the horse boil seemed to avoid looking at her! “Ah…I see!” Hel could understand that at least. “Well, it’s just until we get to your room, friend.” The reaper assured, grinning over at him widely and even reaching out to nudge him with an elbow playfully. “It’s not like I want you to keep it on.” She laughed. “I’m not leaving without it!” Lucky for Petro, even if she did know it was possible to tame him, she’d never, ever attempt to try anyways. What kind of friendship was built on the concept of servitude like that? None, in Hel’s book. Huni Pi Petro quickly joined in Hel's laughter, allowing his anxiety to leave him. "Gotta say, I ain't been this covered up since Prom," he admitted with a cluck of his tongue. It was obvious in his tone that the tikbalang was not particularly fond of clothes but considered it as a necessary evil of sorts. Arriving at the Monster Dorms, they'd barely passed through the threshold when the horse boil began to undo the apron strings. "Room's on the first floor. Ain't too far off from here." Was the explanation as he once again bore all in front of Hel, carefully folding the garment before handing it back to her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:48 pm
Lucyal Hel chuckled as she followed along with the horseboil, taking note of the path they were on into the monster dorms so that she could try and make it back on her own if need be. The reaper also seemed rather amused that the tikbalang was itching to get out of her apron as soon as they were in. “Ah, alright!” Hel replied, perking up at this bit of information. This would be very good to know, yes! The ghoul didn’t seen to pay any mind to his bare state, instead taking her beloved apron back when it was offered. “Thank you, friend!” She replied, tucking it under her arm for now. “I suppose this is where we part ways for now, yes? It was an honor to spar with you today!” Here she grinned at him widely. Huni Pi "Yeah, 's where we part. And honor's mine, y' put a hell'va fight, Hel. Looking forward to sparring with y' again. But next time, 'm gonna win," he grinned, offering his hand to her as if to seal the promise, the other hand resting on his hip. Tro wasn't going to let Hel slip from his fingers as a sparring partner, that much was certain. Lucyal The reaper paused, staring at Petro for a long moment as he delivered that pun, almost as if she couldn’t believe it, and then snorted with laughter. Usually that play on her name annoyed her, but coming from the tikbalang? Hilarity. It also helped she had a healthy dose of respect for the boil, so she’d let him slide with it. Hel’s grin didn’t falter as he issued forth the challenge, and a dark hand reached out to firmly take his hand, giving it a hearty shake to seal the deal. “I looked forward to it as well, but I’m going to keep my winning record, friend!” The ghoul laughed, shaking his hand once more before releasing it, and spun on her heel. “Good day today, Petro, I shall see you soon, yes?” With that, the reaper waved and then strode off, and once she rounded a corner she was sprinting back to the reaper dorms, eager to start weaving. Once back in her room, the valkyrie would spend the rest of the day and well into the night working on something nice for the tikbalang.
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