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 Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 3:16 pm
Oooohkaaay... Roch thought quickly. She was like, hair trigger, wasn't she? "Should we, I dunno, siddown for this?" he asked, since it looked as if he was going to get petted whether he liked it or not. "My old man has an obsession with that part, too," he complained as he tried to get to the couch. Tried being the operative word.
Jack, probably should have gone with the trash scent, after all, he thought.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 3:57 pm
When Riyo's fingers met Roch's fuzz, a very contented look swept her face. It was so soft, yet a little prickly. Oddly satisfying. Like carpet, but much thinner. She'd never felt anything like it.
When Roch started to move, the feline simply moved with him. Now that she'd acquired her target, she didn't seem very interested in fighting or protesting. "Its soo nice. Now I know why you have that funky haircut."
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 4:01 pm
"Yes, I gave myself a mohawk so people could pet my head," Roch drawled as he headed for the couch. He could shadowstep, but there was a good chance that he'd run into a wall--he hadn't had much luck the last time he tried.
Well, hell, usually he would complain about being petted, but... To be honest, Riyo in this mood was entertaining. "Mind if I uh, summon my guitar?" he asked as he dropped down on the couch.
He would have to skip out before someone saw them, though.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 5:47 pm
"Makes perfect sense." Riyo cooed, having a seat next to the boil on the couch, though her hands never left his skull. Slowly, her tail swayed behind her as if dancing to some tune from the future.
"Mind? Mind. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. I wonder what your mind tastes like? I bet it tastes like grapes. Or maybe grape soda." Nonsense from a high feline. Probably the closest thing to an answer he was going to get... Which wasn't much of one at all. Ah well, must mean she didn't mind at all.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 5:50 pm
"Do you eat brains often?" Roch asked, feeling slightly violated, but hell, this wasn't much different from what Amrita did to him. He reached out, summoning his guitar. "You know, people see this, they might get strange ideas," he told her conversationally as he tuned up Desiree.
But hell, his prank had misfired, he would just DEAL. He started playing, trying not to think of whether she would try to eat his brain. As a demon, she was probably strong enough to get to it, right?
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:03 pm
"Nope. Never. Though I've eaten many mice. I suppose that could count since mice have brains too and I would, therefore, be eating theirs, but I've never tried to taste a mouse brain. Birds too I guess, but they're pretty brainless. I don't particularly want to eat anyone's brain anyways. I might catch their stupid." If stupidity was contagious, and sometimes it was.
"Not doing anything at all won't stop people from having strange ideas about you." The ghoul let out a soft sigh as he started playing. Riyo may not have been in at the moment, but it looked like she was somewhere inbetween bliss and peace. "Why. You never know what people are thinking. For example: right now I could be thinking about tearing out your heart, gluing a magnet to the back of it, and placing it as a permanent fixture on my refrigerator. You don't really know for sure." And then there was a moment of silence as she listened to the boil play his instrument. Why, you could almost hear the sound of purring. Wait. Was she purring? Eh, go figure.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:08 pm
"Really, on your refrigerator?" Roch said. Yes. He really did say that. "Wouldn't that be messy? And it'd start to smell." Man she was strange on catnip, he thought, trying not to laugh. He played softly, trying to keep her calm. "Do you cook the mice first or do you eat them raw?" he asked her.
Okay, this was going okay. She wasn't killing him--the head patting thing, well, sadly he was getting used to ghouls playing with his hair. But hell, she was purring--she'd been purring the last time he played. Now was NOT the time to bring up the trash game.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:36 pm
"It would be a lovely decoration... The smell would go away after a couple of weeks." Maybe. "Probably wouldn't smell as bad as some of the cheap canned cat food either."
His second question made her ears twitch slightly. "I ate them raw. Never cooked. When I was a child, I ran away from home once and slept outside. For a short time, I lived on small creatures and sleeping in alleys. I suppose if I chose to eat them now, I could cook them... But what would be the point?" Well, technically, she COULDN'T cook them. She was Riyo, and stoves tended to explode when she turned them on for anything but boiling water. "That would take out the brutality of it all. Some things are better that way."
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:46 pm
"Ran away, huh?" Roch said, still playing. It was kind of hard to picture Riyo this way. He'd gotten used to thinking of demons as being a certain... type. A certain class. But even the rich could run away, he supposed. "I grew up on the streets, practically. Sure I had a home, but the old man was hardly ever there. Was hunting all you learned there?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 9:32 pm
It wasn't particularly surprising to learn that Roch had grown up on the streets. He practically reeked of it. It also figured that like her, the reaper hadn't seen much of his father... But probably more than she had.
"No." The ghoul said simply, at first. "That wasn't all I learned." The purring stopped, and Riyo's eyes started to grow weary. "I learned many things in those days. I suppose the most important was self-sufficiency." Removing one of her hands from his head, the ghoul reached down and picked up one of the mouse-shaped toys laying around to examine it. "And not to expect anyone to come looking for me. Most of these people in the school. They've always had someone to wipe their asses or bandage their booboos, whether relatives or some kind-hearted idiot. When I go home for break, there's nobody waiting for me. When I get sick, there's nobody rushing to my bedside. That's... Just how it is. Being alone is what I know." Not what she wanted.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 6:51 am
"When I go home there's a gang waiting for me," Roch said with an understanding look. "And when I tell them I want out, they'll kill me off. Dissipating sucks," he added with a shrug. "But hey, how about a deal? You get sick, call me. I might really suck at bein' a kind-hearted idiot, but I can at least run errands, y'know, pick up meds and catnip. In return you NEVER do the peppermint thing again--OR tell people about my little problem with it, got it?"
That was definitely a weakness he didn't want exploited.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 9:05 am
"Why don't you kill them instead?" Riyo suggested bluntly, moving her hand down to poke his ear. "Just because there are 10 mice instead of one doesn't make them anything but mice. Surely an academy graduate would have no problem curb stomping some trashy gang that get their kicks from stealing milk money and looking up ghouls skirts." Apparently Riyo knew what curb stomping was... Which was a terrifying thought. "haha, your ears are so weird. I bet you can barely feel me poking them." What with all the metal he had jammed into them, she imagined he'd be lucky to feel any part of his face anymore. "All cartilage-ey and hard. Ew."
Smirking at his offer, Riyo only shrugged. "You shouldn't make deals without contemplating the consequences. I could run you ragged. Also, I don't tip. Not even I meet my own high standards." Aha, high.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 2:19 pm
"I said if you're SICK," Roch said. "I'm gonna start takin' classes to heal," he told her. "I can already increase my FEAR levels with one of my chords," he bragged. "I think I'll be able to tell when you're fakin' it. But fine, you can suffer all alone. And stop that," he said, moving her hand. "I still can feel just fine."
Then he thought about it. "But I don't know if I can take out all ten of them if they ganged up on me," he admitted. "And besides, they did a lot of good stuff for me along with all the crap. I mean, they're like family. It's just... I don't wanna be... one of them anymore."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 3:40 pm
As Roch started to talk talk talk and brag on himself, Riyo seemed to lose interest and instead found herself leaning back and tossing the toy mouse into the air with a smile. Oh, wait. Was he saying something? The ghoul couldn't hear over the sound of unwarranted sense of self importance.
Then they got back to the topic of gangs. "Family? Psch." The feline scoffed, though her eyes never left the bouncing mouse. "Family is just one of those five seed words people toss around as if it was some kind of importance. Look Roch. Even your 'family' can inflict irreparable damage on you. Mental, physical, whatever. The fact is: they're gonna kill you. So either you can get over this petty standard of holding them to a higher level because they held you up once or twice when you were down, or you can die. It's as simple as that. Either you eat the mice, or they devour you one morsel at a time. And if there are more of them than you, either come up with a clever plan or start cloning." She seemed... Surprisingly cold to his situation. Was it the catnip, or was that just Riyo? "Or you can run, but that doesn't really solve problems... It just prologues them."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 4:12 pm
"Cloning?" he repeated a bit blankly. The image of an army of punks just like him flashed through his mind and he grinned. "Yeah, maybe. I'll figure something out, I got a year and a half left to go or somethin, right?"
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