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 Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 12:41 pm
BARELY!?
Mot's heart sunk. He wanted to drop. Even at a slower pace this would have been agonizing. Even if the way Mac gave his advice was condescending, it was stille good advice. Breathing better helped, and concentrating on that rather than the pain made it a little easier.
His eyes darted into another harsh glare at the igor comment. How dare he compare him to Christof!
"Gee thanks." Mot did not want to be creepy, so knowing it was impossible was a damn good thing. Still didn't stop him from wanting to shoot this guy into next week.
Oh Jack.. he'd have to do this running and training with Mac all the time, right?
My life is over.
"Are we done yet?" At the very least he'd make Mac hate this just as much... He seemed a little too happy about Mot's suffering.
"Are we done yet?"
"Are we done yet?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 5:15 pm
"You're welcome~" Mac grinned smugly, still quite pleased with himself. "Nope, sorry Princess." And that was his answer to Mot's question. Every. Single. Time.
Time passed, scenery passed, and Mac had to start to antagonize Mot in order to keep him running. He pushed every button he knew, a few new ones he wasn't sure on, and generally mocked him and his stature when trying to keep a positive feel on it failed. Eventually though, they made it back to the Reaper dorms.
Finally, because Mac was also pretty exhausted. Not only had he gotten up ridiculously early, but he hadn't run that much in ages. Rowing was a different story, clearly. Once in front of the dorms he slowed to a light jog and eventually a stop, but he didn't stay still for long. He kept moving, even if it was just a light, stiff pace as he reigned his breathing and muscles back in.
"Nope, sorry Princess." He said preemptively. They weren't done yet.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 9:56 pm
Everything Mac threw at him worked, pissing Mot off enough to make himself keep going. He worked so that one day those jabs would be baseless and wrong. It was hard, and he felt like his body would dissipate many times, but he pushed, and pushed himself.
Finally, the Reaper dorms. He was so ready to stop, about to stop, when Mac kept going. "Aren't we---DAMMIT." Mac beat him to the punch.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 11:03 am
"There's still an hour left before class, that's plenty of time." Mac huffed, still walking off his shaky legs. "Don't stop moving, or you'll hurt yourself. Walk, stretch, move." He commanded, looking around. There had to be someone around here to finish this off; he wanted to get Mot to do some lifting, but he couldn't show him how it was done. Even he was tired.
Luckily, his answer came in the form of a female ghost. What she was doing around the Reaper dorms was beyond him, but it was something he didn't care about. The point was, she was there, and he got an idea. It was probably due to the spikes around her arms.
"Hey! You, ghoul!" He waved his arms over his head, trying to flag her down. Just as he was getting frustrated with her though, she finally turned her head towards them - if not a little past them - and pointed at herself.
"Me?" The ghoul inquired, ghosting towards the pair of heavy breathing masses after the stockier male agreed. "May I help you?" Her head tilted curiously, looking from one shape to the next; she didn't know either of these boils, at least not yet. The thinner one though, seemed somewhat familiar. His stature was similar to someone she had met, but the hat was missing and she had yet to hear the voice.
"Do you battle? My friend here needs some excersize, but he's too shy to ask someone to battle him for practice. Whattcha say?" Mac was gesturing heavily towards the taller, smaller boil, and Needle was left following the gesture to eye his silhouette. He was stronger than her, she could feel that much; by almost double, actually. But...well, who was she to turn down an (admittedly extremely random) offer?
"If that is what he wants...I see no reason why not." She stated slowly, more because she was surprised more than being suspicious.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 12:36 pm
Mot wanted to whine, or maybe weep. He was just so tired. He manned up as best he could and kept moving after Mac. Suddenly he was waving down a familiar ghoul. But why? Mot nodded, trying to remember which sibling this was. He was fairly certain it was Needle. Their encounter had been so substantial it was hard to forget.
"I need to what!?" He stammered as he stared at Mac, looking back to Needle after. But they did all that running! He gave a long sigh, rubbing his face. "It is nice to meet you again Needle.." Go easy on me was left out.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:01 pm
"Battle." Mac repeated slowly, carefully, as though Mot was stupid. Needle, however, wasn't listening to their banter. She knew this boil! That voice spoke volumes about it's owner; it only solidified by the sound of her name.
"Ah! Mot! It is good to hear your voice again~" Needle seemed relieved that she knew this boil, taking a pause to bow towards him. "I am afraid I will be no match for you, but I will do my best!" The boil had seen her into the school, meaning he had been there much longer than she could imagine.
"...Wait, you two know each other?" Mac's voice cut through their cheerful greetings, shock and awe evident. Somehow, this mask-wearing, needle-ridden beanpole didn't seem like the kind of ghoul the Reaper would hang out with. Plus? She stank of ghost.
"Oh yes." Needle smiled softly, her voice even. "Intimately."
Mac's jaw nearly dropped.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:08 pm
Mot glared at Mac as he spoke to him as if he were dumb. His blood boiled but he let it go. This was training. He had to suck it up.
Mot's happy reunion was cut short by Mac's surprise. Mot nodded but then his face froze as Needle.. well.. was herself. Mot turned red and looked away, rubbing his neck. "Um.. so anyway.. why are you making me fight a first year?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:15 pm
"Ja-ack, Mot! No wonder you couldn't touch Hel." He eyed the ghost's arms, figuring those were the real reasons behind all these intimacy issues the Grim suffered. "I do not blame you one bit, now." He'd probably avoid touching ghouls again too, if one cut his skin to ribbons.No wonder he wore so many loose layers, too.
Suddenly, everything was making sense.
Needle had no idea what was going on, so she just stood here patiently, smiling away in that soft way of hers~ ouo
"Because I said so. Lower your fear to her level and have at it~" Mac had lowered his FEAR levels once, just once, and that had been exhausting. Constraining, terrible experience. Thus, Mot had to endure it too. It was uncomfortable to fight being weaker than you're used to, but to Mac it was good practice. "To the gym! Bring your little fling with you~"
And then he herded them off.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:22 pm
Wait... WHAT!?!?! WAS THAT WHAT MAC THOUGHT THEY---
Mot turned redder and redder, staring at Mac as if terrified. He had the wrong idea! But Needle didn't seem to care. Or maybe she didn't understand. "It is not what you think.." He murmured worriedly, fidgeting with his clothes. Even if this misunderstand had Mac feeling sympathy, it was false sympathy.
Lower is Fear? That actually sounded like a great way to train. By controlling his Fear. Vital for a Reaper. "She is not a fling! She is a friend! Ack, Needle, do not smile at this! He is--"
He stammered and panicked the whole way to the gym, chattering like a little monkey.
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