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 Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 8:09 pm
“If I had a GPS, would I be running around lost?” Clyde retorted with a slight huff. It’s not that he doesn’t want one… A GPS would have been lovely if only to keep him from getting lost every three seconds, but money was another problem. Not everyone can just ask their parents or guardian to help them after all.
“Anyways, how much longer till that potions wears off?” Not that he cared, but the varcolac has no idea how big the furball’s going to change into. Falling flat on his face with an imp sitting on his head doesn’t sound very fun.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 8:04 am
Lucky for him, TG was a full 2 1/2 in his normal form and could usually ride piggyback on someone with ease. However, that wasn't much he could do to show him this as he now was. Instead, he patted a paw on the boil's head. "How the Jack should I know? The horsemen said about a day, but seeing as they tricked everyone to drink potions, they could be lying through their teeth." A low growing came from the imp before he yip. There was a brief moment of silence as he looked ahead, shocked. "Was that me?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 12:10 pm
The only reply given was one of Clyde staring up at the foxfire on his head. The varcolac was completely silent and had stopped in his tricks before a loud snort came out of his mouth. He tried not to laugh but the snort came out anyways. “Yea, you just yipped.” He had wanted to throw in another comment, asking if the foxfire would want a biscuit…but he held his tongue.
Giving his surrounding a once over again, Clyde poked his hat. “So are we anywhere near your room yet?” He questioned, not holding back the urge to pet the fur ball. The Imp’s making him wish he had a foxfire pet now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 12:17 pm
TG didnt respond for a while as he melted under the pet. When at last he realized he was enjoying some dude touching him, he yipped. "It's right up there on top of that hill."
TG then counter the petting by imaging ghoul booties, legs, and sweater bunnies. Yup. He still liked chicks. Totally not into dudes........
...the pet had been nice.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 12:37 pm
Suddenly, Clyde picked up the foxfire from his head and held him in his arm once more. “I’m going to run up there and I doubt riding on my head would be a good idea.” The varcolac only gave the fur ball in his grasp a second to register what he said before running towards their destination at top speed. The Imp would have probably flown off if he had still been sitting up there on his head.
Stopping at the top of the hill, Clyde scanned the area, wondering if they’re at their destination. He started petting the imp again. “You’re starting to make me wish I had a foxfire minipet.”
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 5:24 pm
It was VERY hard to concentrate when he was being petted, and he had to remind himself that this was a boil. Oh, if only it was a ghoul who found him. He could have just rolled over and let her play with him. Instead, he tried not to melt too much at being petted.
"Why? Just buy their fur." He said, not seeing the appeal of having any foxfires. "Only good for fur." That's why his coats were lined with them.
His brain stopped when Clyde managed to find his small ear and stumpy legs started to kick. Sweet spot!
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 8:31 pm
Keeping his laughter to himself, Clyde slowed on the petting as he tried to regain his hold on the furball in his arms. The kicking legs were making him loose his grip.
“I prefer something that has a reaction.” He replied, “But back to why we’re here, which way to your room? Left or right?”
Jack, why must the school grounds be so big? He’s probably going to get lost trying to get back to his room...again. It wouldn’t be the first time, but it’s pretty embarrassing to ask another student to help him. He really needs to get a map.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 9:58 pm
TG looked about. "To the left. That direction. I'll point the room out." He said, tail wagging as he knew he would be near a place he could find sanctuary in until the effects of foxfire-dom had worn away. Best of all, he didn't have to walk all the way to his room. Undeads made great workers. Maybe he'd tip his cabby when he got to his room - maybe.
The boil was still petting him though.
Okay. A small tip.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:49 pm
Following TG’s directions, Clyde pulled to a slower pace as they went through the hall. Doors were everywhere, but at least the furball knows where they need to go…It was the imp’s room after all. Allowing his mind to wander off a bit from remember the route out of the place, Clyde finally took note to how different the demon dorms were.
“I…just realize how elegant the demon dorms are compared to the undead dorms.” Clyde subconsciously muttered, looking left and right at all the different expensive(?) items. He probably should have picked it up the moment he got there, with the place being strangely sparkly and not to mention the extensive details placed in every corner.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 2:52 pm
TG looked around at the lavish funishing of the demon dorms. "This? Huh. All cheap. You need a better eye. Half the things here aren't even a century old." He still puffed to have him notice, rather proud of the fact he came from money. Money he hoped would still be wish him if his fathers ever game him their blessing. "You have good work ethic though. Maybe if you're lucky. you'll have a rich master or mistress and you can work in a nice castle. Maybe I'll even consider hiring you." He turned his head. "This is my room. You haven't even seen lavish yet." He raised his paw for Clyde to bring him closer to enter his door's pin code.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:04 pm
Clyde only gave a hum of acknowledgement at the foxfire’s comment; to speak the truth, he was ignoring a couple of things said to him. He gave a slight yawn as he held the imp closer to the door so the other could enter the pin code, obviously his attention had been elsewhere. The varcolac continues to observe the details and decorations around the dorm. It's not because the surroundings puts him in awe (or as much as before), but they do put in the question "why bother" in his mind a lot. Sure it makes everything pretty but, really, why bother? He gave a slight huff at his own rhetorical question before trying to catch on to the rest of what the imp said.
“Heh, work ethic…I’m just being nice.” Clyde replied, his eyes still wandering. “Wouldn’t want others to get eaten or stepped on by accident.”
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 6:47 pm
TG thought about this a moment, looking up to stare at the boil's face as his tail went still. Considering the idea of being kind and nice to others to avoid them being stepped on and trampled was something, after a moment's deliberation, that he didn't aggree with, and he let out a little 'hump' that only a small pup could. A sort of huff and yip. "And that's why you'll never make it far in this world and have nice things."
He wiggled his bottom a moment before he managed to get his paws out and push on the door. It swung open to reveal a room every bit as lavish as the demon doors, if not more modern. Most of the things were large, but had small steps leading up to counters and dresser drawers while a few others were made to be his size. Most of all, it was vibrant in colors, with many patterns, plenty of pillows, and all very plush. Aside from that, it was HOT. A fire was forever crackling in the hearth and the place was heavy with heat.
"Gotta tread on a few people to get anywhere in life." He looked over where his cockatrice was glaring at him, nestled on his bed of pillows and cushions and puffed up in alarm. The cockatrice puffed and made a low hissing noise as all three snake tails rose.
"Annabel. It's me. Daddy. Calm the Jack down. Geez." He grumbled, almost looking hurt that his minipet was treating him so.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 7:32 pm
“Don’t see a reason to get things outside of necessity.” Clyde replied before letting the foxfire down, his eyes wandering all over the extravagant room as he tried to take everything in. He probably would have been too distracted by the room if he didn’t catch the sound of hissing from the cockatrice on the bed.
Dear Jack it looked pissed off.
"Annabel. It's me. Daddy. Calm the Jack down. Geez."
What the foxfire said caused the varcolac to stare at him with an amused smile. Annabel…the chicken with snakes for tails was named Annabel, and the imp calls himself daddy when it comes to the bird…Oh boy.
“Daddy.” Clyde questioned with his hand over his mouth, muffling his snickers “You call yourself Daddy.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 7:55 pm
TG stopped as he was walking awkwardly over to her, not used to his stubby, four legs, and puffed even more at the boil's snickering at him. This is why he didn't invite people into his room. TG got comfortable and that wasn't smart.
Turning about, he growled slightly. "Don't laugh! I raised her. I own her. She's won more awards than you can image. It's a privileged for her." Then again, she was more. She was TG's best friend.
At the voice, the cockatrice seemed to calm down and jumped down with a heavy thud before she inspected her master, before seeing he was without treats and very puffy. This would making feeding time for her hard.
Then she looked at Clyde and stated to hiss, not liking intruders in HER room.
"Want to see how much grade A breeding hurts?" He warned, wanting the boil to stop laughing.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 9:48 pm
The hissing Annabel made only caused the boil to hold up his hands in defence, his laughter replaced by a smile on his face. The explanation made the name more reasonable but it was still rather amusing. It’s not every day that you hear a boil call himself daddy.
“No thanks, wouldn’t want the princess to take a bite and get sick from rotten meat right?” Clyde retorted with a small step back, “Besides, I think you can handle yourself now that you’re safe in your room right?”
He took another step back, closer to the door this time. It was probably time to go.
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