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 Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 3:07 pm
Room.....yeah, Savior was pretty sure she might have had one of those but without actually attempting to trace her scent she wasn't so sure. Time and cleaning gnomes had taken away most (if not all) of her sand from wherever she'd been roaming, leaving the Marrowstripe to try and figure her way from point A to point B without a proper trail to follow. also the word nude meant nothing to Savior since the concept was basically forgien. She only knew the meaning of clothes because they kept her warm now and then, and right now she was not warm.
Therefore? Clothes were needed.
"No ruom. Need klothe. Cold." The burns on her skin would probably prevent all of the fabric from bring shredded for the time being, though the remnants of her poor sheet would never be the same. She would mourn it again later if she remembered to pick it up after the whole Benroo situation was over though it also looked like a fight wouldn't happen because of this Lark person. Savior was having quite a day. "Klothes."
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 6:52 pm
Lark scratched at her jaw. She'd been internally debating on whether or not she should desummon Ben, but she didn't really want to startle Savior. That was the last thing that Lark needed or wanted to deal with. The poor naked thing looked like she'd rather be somewhere nice and toasty.
"Where y'live, hmm? We can take ya back home if yer ah.. cold." Yeah, Lark understood that word. "Clothes... well, howabouts we just take ya home and get ya settled, yeah? Nice and toasty in yer room? That sound good, right?"
Hell, it sounded good to Lark.
"What d'ya think about that, Savior?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 7:28 pm
"Said no ruom." Savior frowned as much as she could behind her mask, which mostly meant that her eyebrows pushed themselves into a frowning position. She hoped that this Lark wasn't as silly in the mind as the Benroo seemed to be, always asking the same questions over and over again. The fact that Savior repeated herself was beside the point as Savior always did what she wanted and therefore everyone else had a moot opinion. Being her own boss rather rocked. "Oteyes, 'kay." Otherwise okay was what she was trying to say and the Marrowstripe looked lift and right, the sound of sniffing entering the air. She thought for a moment she might have lifted her scent but she was mistaken - it was just Sheet being blown away by the wind.
. . . . .being blown. . . .away. Away, meaning not next to her anymore.
Savior flipped out and started after the sheet, calling back over her shoulder to Lark for assistance. Being full of holes helped the sheet travel even on such a slight wind, and the monster ran after it as though someone were stealing a prized treasure.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 2:09 pm
Oh. So that's what 'no ruom' meant. Maybe.
Lark's brows dipped down in a slight frown as she peered at the marrowstripe as she sniffed at the air. The last thing Lark was expecting was for Savior to take off after the tattered, reddish cloth. She sent a sideways glance at Ben who promptly shrugged. The next instant he was gone -- Lark figured that Savior being distracted by the sheet was the best time to desummon her familiar.
Lark followed after the ghoul at a slow jog. What was the monster so attached to the sheet for? Maybe she'd ask after she caught up to the marrowstripe. With a soft huff, Lark called out.
"'ey! Wait fer me!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 3:12 pm
Somehow, in an amazing feat of agility, Savior managed to jump onto a tree and grab the sheet as it was about to blow pass. Grasping it in her claws she landed with a hard thud on the ground, her mask jarring off her face and skidding a few feet away. The Marrowstripe wasn't really moving considering she'd just face-planted into the dirt, but the whistled groan from beneath her mound of hair indicated that she was somewhat okay.
Plus she had her sheet back and that was important even if she couldn't explain the whole meaning behind it just yet. It would have helped if she could remember the exact reasoning behind it too but she did know it had something to do with West and concern and maybe Holly. Holly was a bit optional in there for some reason but that was okay with Savior too. "Sheeeeeet. Saved youse."
Savior sounded really silly trying to talk since it was all mostly "mfmmfhfmfmfmf".
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 3:23 pm
One slender brow rose as high as it could as Lark stared at Savior. She'd be damned if she could understand the strong bond that the other ghoul had with a sheet, of all things. Lark was quite fond of Ben but he was something that she could have a conversation with, not something completely and utterly inanimate.
Taking the final few steps forward to stand closer to Savior, Lark tilted her hat back and peered at Savior. Where did the blasted ghoul live if she didn't have a dorm room. It seemed like a good question to ask, Lark supposed.
"So, Savior, where y'live if ya ain't got a dorm, then? Seems t'me that ya have to live somewhere, yeah?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:04 pm
"No ruom, wandering." Savior didn't mind sleeping outdoors, and she was actually able to be understood because she had gotten up and turned to look at Lark. The whole lower half of her face was now shown and for what it was worth Savior could have indeed been called very, very pretty. Full pouting lips lead her to have a puzzled and innocent look which match well with her general wide-eyed expressions. She pushed herself to her feet and dusted off her hands and knees. "No lehf." Probably meant 'no need to has a specific place' but it didn't come out that way at all.
Also her lips didn't move as she spoke, nor did any part of her jaw, and Savior took a few moments of just standing there before she balled the sheet up and held it close. It smelled strongly of her and a little bit of something else, but that was okay. Anything smelling mostly of Savior was more than acceptable. "Soes, where Benroo." The monster really was paying attention, and she was a little confused at the sudden...not there-ness of a certain animal.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:46 pm
"Right, well. See, he's my familiar, like I said, right? And I just... made him ah.." Lark waved both of her hands abruptly. "He went t'sleep."
Right. He went to sleep. That was a good way to put it so that Savior could understand it. Maybe. Lark was never sure what the ghoul was going to say next, and so she would do her best to keep things simple.
"So, where d'ya keep yer things, then, Savior? Like yer clothes? Yer... stuff?" Did the ghoul even have stuff? Lark had no idea. She really didn't.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 5:36 pm
Stuff? Did Savior even have stuff? No, probably not, but that didn't stop the monster from trying to think about it and she went to tap her mask with a finger only to poke herself in the cheek and emit a grunt. Her nails were a lot sharper than they originally looked and the skin beneath her mask a lot thinner than the rest, for the simple poke caused a small hole from which blood was beginning to inch free from. If she had had her mask on this would never have happened and the Marrowstripe quickly slapped at her face to make sure she hadn't stabbed through anything else. "Mask. Where Mask, Lark."
The monster wrapped the sheet around herself the best she could, the rough texture of her skin holding it in place, and she started to sniff the air once more. Her mask was close by, it had only bounced into a nearby bush, but the way Savior was carrying on you'd think someone had taken it far away with them.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 5:49 pm
Lark just stared at Savior. Was she some kind of ventriloquist or something? She'd just now noticed that the ghoul's mouth didn't move when she spoke. The urge to ask Savior how that all worked was strong, but Lark didn't think she could stand to try and explain what she wanted to know. Another time, maybe.
The reaper cleared her throat and glanced around in search of the mask. She'd seen the thing sail off, and Lark promptly went to retrieve it for Savior.
"Ahh, here y'go. Don't like like it's wonky." Broken, whatever. Lark watched Savior intently.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 6:14 pm
Lark was PRETTY lucky that she was handing the mask back and not acting like she was taking it (or had taken it to begin with) for as soon as it was in reach Savior snatched it from her hands and put it back onto her face. The corners of it snapped against the hollow spot in her jaw quite easily, and the monster narrowed her eyes as she seemed to be adjusting something beneath it. Finding everything to be in place and comfortable the hostile atmosphere quickly dropped and Savior mellowed back out, tapping her mask with her finger.
Ah, much better. "Tank. Yew." That was what someone was supposed to say after being given something, right? All this communication with words was hard.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 6:45 pm
Lark took a step back at Savior's almost aggressive actions. She hadn't quite been expecting that. And yet, as soon as that mask slipped into place, all seemed to be well.
So weird.
"Yer welcome," Lark grinned at Savior. The other ghoul had actually spoken in a complete sentence. That was kind of impressive. "So, I live in the reaper dorms, yeah? Y'can stop by anytime if ya like."
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 6:49 pm
Like meant Savior had to remember where that was and, judging from the expression on her ...eyes, Savior wasn't pay attention anymore. At all. She was wrapped in her Sheet so she wasn't cold, she had her Mask back, and for some reason or another she couldn't recall why blood was running down her neck.
Either way the Marrowstripe took one look at Lark, another at a nearby tree, and simply walked off.
Savior was out.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 7:08 pm
Lark rubbed a finger along her jaw as she watched Savior walk off.
The ghoul was so weird.
With a little half shrug, Lark resummoned Ben, shrugged again, and started her way back home.
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