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 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 8:01 am
TG was used to the bending over or kneeling actions others gave him, and he always preferred bending over. As long as they didn't make a cutesy voice or tried patting his head as if he was a child or pet, basing his height on some sort of intelligence meter, he was fine. Better than fine as the ghouls here not only wore tight clothing, but had plenty in their tops to fill.
Smiling, he took no shame in looking, and then looked back up at her. "Yes, I as looking into it, yet I wanted to see how fast these skates went from some professionals." Flattery, he hoped. "If you ghouls could move around for me a bit, that would give me a better picture." That and maybe a better video.Nothing like asking ghouls to twirl around for you.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 8:15 am
"Well, we're a little busy right now, but if you and Roch would like to sit down at this table over here, I'm sure you'll get a good look at how they work!" she said happily, pointing to one of the tables in the middle. Roch headed for it, grinning slightly. "Why don't I take your order while I'm at it? It'll take a while for the cooks to finish up Roch's, anyway!"
"I want three of the house specials, an extra large scary shake, jack, make all of it extra large, would you?" Roch said, dropping down on the bench she led them to. "I've got a fight coming up--"
"You aren't beating up that cute little puppy boil you showed us, are you?" Shelly said with a frown.
"Nah, I haven't found WHO the fight is with, I just know I got one!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 12:51 pm
TG followed after, inspecting the bench with some displeasure before he dusted it off with his claws and the poofed in smoke to the be seated. Sitting...until he noticed the table was to high. Typical. He stood up instead and glanced at the large menus nearby. It was cheap dining, but not as cheap as he thought when the reaper started to order. A thick eyebrow rose at the order and while he understood being hungry, he wondered where the boil would store all of that.
At his order, he turned to look at their waitress. "Hellfire special." she smiled at him with some concern. "You know that is hot." Je waved her off. "I doubt it." And soon she was skating away, to which TG turned his head to watch her back view.
He didn't stop his lady looking when he spoke to the boil. "A fight? Is this another way to make money or are you practicing for something?" If Roch was admiring he transported illegal goods, knew the area, fought, and was taking odd jobs, then TG felt he could certainly use him for other business deals would have.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 1:45 pm
Roch was silent for a moment, lounging back against the table and watching the ghouls skate along. "Have you heard about the school's hunter problem?" he asked so quietly it was hard to hear.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 8:00 am
His eye moved from the ghouls then, looking back at the reaper across the table. "Hunters?" He looked as if he was about to snicker. "You mean, like, conspiracy theories?" He was one of THOSE believers. Then again, it was one of the things that had interested him in the school ever since he saw that fight in the Maul parking lot. However, it was best not to toss himself in with a group of lunatic believers just yet.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 8:10 am
"They're real," Roch said seriously. "They've killed me a few times, hell, I still have a scar across my back from one of their leaders," he told the demon. "They're a part of why I fight. The other part is... well, hell, it's a lot of fun," he said easily, grinning slightly.
His eyes went to the skates, a slight look of concentration on his face. "I might have to try those sometime," he said. "I bet you can do some rockin' tricks on them."
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 8:02 am
TG continued to look skeptical, but only because the boil might try to prove him wrong, and that meant he'd say more. That or prove he was a nut job, but if he was willing to work, he could tolerate a nut job that got the job done. "So, do you and these "hunters".." He made sure to use air quotes for this. "....meet up and fight in some back alleyway each day for fun?" If this was just basic fighting, maybe he could get some gambling involved with it and make some seeds. It was a thought at the very least. He wasn't above gaining money from the mentally unstable.
As for the skates, he looked back and smiled. "They look good on a ghoul, but I'm looking for transportation that requires me doing less of the actual work. Maybe a bit faster as well." The skates were fine, but he doubted he'd look good on them and it required him to still walk in some sliding fashion.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 3:48 pm
"Not exactly. They usually show up on field trips," Roch explained as their food was delivered. "And sometimes they come here in fake bodies," he added as he unwrapped and devoured everything he'd ordered without even blinking. The kid sure knew how to pack it away.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 2:12 pm
TG watched as the waitress set their trays down and asked if that was anything else. Needing nothing else, she skated off, and he wished the breeze would pick up and work some magic on those short skirts. Unwrapping his meal, he looked over the mountain of food at the Reaper. "Fake bodies? You mean procession...or in some stitched up parts?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 2:15 pm
"Honestly? I don't know," Roch admitted. "They look like students, move like students, but sometimes you can tell if there's something off. Like their voice doesn't match the form, or they don't know stuff that everyone should know. But then you run into students that don't know stuff everyone should know. Hell, it's confusing. But they aren't as tough as we are in those bodies, or that's what the horsemen say. And they don't reappear after dissipating."
He leaned back, sucking on the straw of his shake for a moment before going on. "And that's another thing you get to look forward to around here. I've lost count how many times I've dissipated. Sucks every time."
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 2:51 pm
"Well I don't plan on just starting fights for a the hell of it." He said, adjusting the straw to his drink to tilt down. It seemed that despite standing to eat, he didn't seem to be strained by it. If these 'hunters' came about to start fights, he'd need to have some sort of protection, and that required either cunning or seeds.
"So you're fighting to...fight one of these hunters for killing you a few times? Is there any other gain from it? They must be fighting you for a reason. These 'hunters'." And if it was for something valuable, he'd like to know.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 2:56 pm
"They capture us, they put us in cages, then they do something worse," Roch said quietly. "It's not death. It's way worse. They turn us into weapons to fight more of us with." He finished off his milkshake, leaning back and sighing. "Maybe you need some sort of... horse and buggy type thing. Like, I dunno, some of the larger minipets?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 3:04 pm
TG's smile spit wide, flashing off a row of tiny, sharp teeth as he started to snicker and then all out laugh. "Rrrrriiiigggghhhtt." This guy probably got hit in the head a few too many times and then had a friend pump him up with some conspiracy theories. Creatures walking around in fake bodies? Putting people in cages and then changing them into weapons? Why not just use them for cheap labor and make them MAKE the weapons? It just didn't make sense, from a business standpoint.
Wiping a corner of his eye, he started to eat, and found that the Hellfire burger was at least a tad warm in heat, despite the advertising showing a picture of a Troll with his tongue melting off. Huh! It wasn't even spicy!
Back on more sensible topics, TG considered the skates one last time and nodded. "A chariot maybe or a nice carriage."
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 3:07 pm
"Don't believe me, huh?" Roch said. "No skin off my back," he added with a shrug. "And sure, I bet we could find something at the pet store--at least as far as the minipets go. Then we'll have to jury rig a chariot of some sort--or you could have one made, demons are rich, right?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 3:13 pm
"Probably special order unless there is someone who could make one at the school or in town." He mused, taking a sip of his drink and wincing. A bit TOO cold. He set it aside for it to warm.
"And there are various degrees of rich, and not all demons are. There are some lower class ones." He said with a wave that indicated that he certainly didn't fall in that category. "And you..." He looked back at the boil. "...I would think your family would have to sell the family cow to feed you." TG glanced at the pile and guessed he would have to come from a well off family, but then again, he was doing odd jobs. Probably best not to point that out too much.
"I don't suppose you would mind being called if I needed any other odd jobs done, would you?" He said, looking up.
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