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 Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 11:15 am
Roch looked at him, then burst into laughter at the threat. "Oh jack, that was gorgeous," he teased the other boil. "Ask Lark sometime if I've ever told her I was anything other than what I am," he told him, shaking his head and closing and locking the door behind them. "How did she react when I commented about bein' single in the play? I bet she cracked up, didn't she? No, man, she ain't takin' me any more serious than I take her when she flirts on groanspring."
Then he looked at the other boil, an evil grin pulling at his lips. "But hell, I'd date her if she asked. She's cute, she's fun to hang out with, and her familiar is jackin' AWESOME."
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 11:31 am
Inside Kettil's head he was envisioning something like this:
Outwardly he just smiled as pleasant as can be as if nothing just happened he didn't even tremble or sound angry as he just laughed, "Well yeah! Ben is pretty neat, huh? And Lark is very fun to be around. I'll be sure to tell her what you said."
Only probably not really. Ever.
Endzela just squinted a bit at Roch for a long moment.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 11:52 am
"But she won't ask," Roch said easily, heading up the stairs and out the door. "And I won't ask her. Although I might invite her over to karaoke sometime, probably have Chuppi and a couple of others come as well. She needs to meet some more people."
He headed out into the cold, shoving his hands into his pockets and somewhat expecting the other boil to follow. He hadn't lied, though. He thought Lark would be a lot of fun to run around with, perfect "ghoulfriend" material in his mind. But hell, Xiu had tried telling him that his definition of the word was wrong...
Ah well. Xiu probably read too many cheesy romance novels to be a good source for real information.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:03 pm
Kettil wandered after Roch, by some sort of weird power he hadn't killed the other boil yet nor has he really wandered off in a rather hot rage. Oh it was there. Brimming. Seething. Waiting. For now he was giving Roch all the chances to dig his own grave before he stalked off and plotted doom on the other boil if at all.
"Mmm. I dunno she might," if she knew. Right now Kettil had no plans to inform her of any such event.
Must talk about something other than Lark...
He reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose trying to grasp at a subject to talk about, "So. What do you do around here?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:17 pm
"Classes, work, fight, more fights, die a few times, play my guitar," Roch listed easily. "Hang out with friends. And..." He was heading down the path that led off campus, "make a few enemies," he said with a little grin. "All sorts of interesting s**t, but I can't keep peddling on street corners, it's gettin' too cold. So like I said, gotta see a man about a job."
And this punk looking boil with the strange coat looked so positive that he would get one, too.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:44 pm
"Hah. I see. Well enemies are pretty much a dangerous thing to collect, especially if at some point you don't feel like fighting anymore," he said feeling gradually more amiable toward Roch. As long as topics remained neutral things were good. "Well what kind of job you looking at?"
Kettil for his credit didn't doubt that if Roch tried hard enough he'd get what he was out for but that didn't mean he still didn't want to pummel the other boil a few times just on principle.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:51 pm
"A boil with a guitar, what kind of job do you think?" Roch drawled, heading towards the town now. "I'm going to my granddad's place," he said. Oh, that sounded sad, didn't it? Poor little scareling running to his granddad for some so-called job, probably expecting to be paid weekly just for showing up--
He veered away from the maul and headed down the path that led to a rather dark and dangerous looking part of town. There was a massive sized werewolf standing in front of a stairwell, checking people's IDs before he let them through.
"Hey man, I came to see the old geezer," Roch called to the were.
"He's in. Bringing another pal, huh?" the werewolf said. Roch cut in front of the long line of people.
"Yeah, as usual," he said before heading down the stairs.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 2:46 pm
"Hey I don't really judge by appearances and stuff so for all I know you wanted a job counting leaves in trees and stuff," he shrugged indifferently which unsettled Endy a bit but she didn't protest other than to shift her position a little and tighten her grip on his shoulder.
Kettil stood nearby looking about with vague interest at where they ended up but said nothing about it since Roch was busy getting them inside. When Roch seemed to acquire entry he simply followed, "Do you treat all your dates to special places like these or is it just me?"
Hey if Roch could give him s**t then Kettil could do the same right back.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 2:51 pm
"Only the really ugly ones," Roch said shamelessly as he stepped into the smoky, crowded casino. He looked around for a moment, his eyes falling on the undead ghoul dancing at the pole. "Oye! Monica! Where's the old man?"
"Rochiee!" she said, stopping her twirling. "Vegas is in the back again, but you don't want to go back there!"
"Sure I do," Roch said, not too worried. "I got a question to ask him." He headed through the tables of people gambling, heading for a huge door in the back. Almost casually he took a breath, looked back at Kettil, and frowned. "Er... don't lose your temper for some reason, okay?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 3:22 pm
"Takes an ugly mug to see one," he replied with a wave of his hand. He honestly didn't care to look attractive to Roch of all people. For the most part Kettil seemed indifferent to his surroundings as Endy just quietly tucked her head down and hid her head under a wing as if to block out the images around her.
He raised an eyebrow glancing at the one named 'Monica' as she made her warning and this time he was more tentative about it. Kettil tilted his head and just smiled, "My temper has been cool all day."
Okay that was a complete lie but then again he hadn't exactly lashed out at Roch so in all honesty things couldn't get much worse.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 3:44 pm
"Mot almost got us killed last time I brought him here," Roch said with a little shrug before he reached down and turned the door knob. The room was dark, with only a single light hanging over a large poker table. Around the table, hidden in shadows, were some large, scary looking jackers, including a few ghosts that made Roch turn a tiny bit pale before a deep, gruff voice spoke up.
"What is it this time, boil?"
"Hey, Grandad," Roch said to the massive reaper looking straight at them. "Can I talk to you for a bit?"
The huge man was more shadow than view, but a tip of a cigar glowed briefly. "Scuse me, boils," he said, standing. "Go about your game, I'll be back for next round."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 4:31 pm
"Well ... Some people are just rasher than others," Kettil said simply with a shrug. He wasn't this Mot person so he wasn't planning on suddenly going all gung-ho in a situation he knew nothing about unless they insulted his mother or something and even then he would try to stay cool. If Roch wanted a lost temper then ... He should have kept going with the whole Lark business then Kettil would show Roch a lost temper.
In the presence of strangers (mostly ghosts it seemed) he was pretty nonchalant for the most part and when it seemed Roch achieved the company of his 'grandad' he just tilted his head wondering if he should follow.
Endzela seemed to not be handling the atmosphere well at all uttering a soft cough which caused Kettil to discreetly unsummon her for her own safety and wellbeing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 4:36 pm
The huge white haired reaper stood tall and broad as he stepped around the others and walked up to them. He wore a suit, with a white shirt, which was a bit off-putting, and huge hands fingered the cigar between his lips as he looked down at the boils.
"Y'know, with all the ghouls you called while on vacation, I'da expected your friends to be prettier," the big man complained. "What do you want? I got some important guests tonight."
"I need a job," Roch said.
"Go apply at Pumpkin' King, you'll get a free hat," Vegas said boredly.
"I want my job here."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 4:44 pm
"Sorry, I'm pre-op but your grandson decided to give me a chance anyways," he pitched his voice oddly for a brief moment but then shrugged it off. He honestly didn't care.
Whatever he waited for them to war out as to where the job would be.
There seemed to be a reason why the larger Reaper didn't want his grandson working here. Kettil crossed his arms over his chest and simply observed, "I think the colors of the hat would clash with his hair, sir."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 4:47 pm
Vegas snorted, looking at Roch for a long moment as if picturing him in the outfit. "Mmm, yeah, you might have a point," he said slowly. "But come back and ask LATER," he ordered them, his eyes narrowing. "Right now AIN'T a good time."
Roch frowned, then looked at the door. "Who's in there?"
"No one you need to know," Vegas said bluntly, but quietly. "Go home, boils. Or talk to Monica if you're out of food again, I heard her cookin' this morning."
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