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Scott Eros Archer rolled 3 10-sided dice:
10, 6, 4
Total: 20 (3-30)
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 Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 6:52 pm
Diana smiled slightly at Riley before going over and grabbing a couple of the cakes from the table to add to the cauldron herself with a "Ah, That is what i though. Thank you Miss Riley." as her wings gave a little shake of satisfaction. Unfortunately she had not looked at what she had grabbed when she tossed them into the cauldron and when it blew up in her face she coughed before walking away in remorse. She had not meant to put THAT in.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 6:54 pm
The dead air was soon filled by Enzo's quck sputtering, "I- wait- oh well aheheh, Sorry, listeners but due to our guest's er... more psychic like nature, and er... lack of actual mouth she'll need a bit of a hand-" He gestured for her to quickly tell him what to say. "Must be hard neckin' with that thing- or do you end up doin' it in more of a literal sense?"
Well, this was a first. Damn. He could still make this work.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:14 pm
This time, both of Riley's eyebrows shot up. His first question was about her methods of..
Enzo. Her voice commanded sharply. Perhaps your listeners are more interested in my campaign goals for my second term as president, and not.. Oh, who was she kidding. Said listeners were probably far more interested in how she kissed than how she led the Student Council. My method of kissing involves stimulating the limbic system in the cerebral cortex to induce a state of pleasure. Happy?
She folded her arms and waited, clearly looking forward to hearing him repeat that.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:21 pm
Translating for a Telepath. He could make this work.
"What's that.... she is entering my mind, listeners, I can feel her tentacles in my brain and ooooh~ Miss Pres Elec, I just aint that kinda' boy. Bank's Closed, toots, but we really aught to be concentratin' on your campaign- I can take a check though, Pidge."
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:21 pm
Roch was running around--somehow he had found snacks, and was carrying a few bags of them--but he stopped two steps past Riley's booth, took a step back, looked at the booth with a curious expression, and headed for the corner of the table, to put down his stuff.
Then, seeing as Riley was busy being interviewed, he moved to the left of the table, held out his hand, and summoned his guitar with a grin. He owed her at least one song, he figured. For old time's sake.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:26 pm
Riley's eyes flashed a dangerous red color, and her hands slowly reached up, ready to wrap around Enzo's neck. Killing someone live on the air might not go over well with the voters, but perhaps just this once they would forgive her..
The soothing sounds of Roch's guitar may have saved Enzo's life. She paused, and turned when she heard it, visibly relaxing as an idea came over her.
Your translating days are done, Enzo. Roch, may I borrow you for a moment?
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:27 pm
"Huh? Sure! If I get some cupcakes afterwards," Roch said cheerfully, heading over to her. He hadn't picked up on the red eyes.
Darnit. He woulda enjoyed that.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:29 pm
Riley's arm slid affectionately under Roch's as she pulled him close, and introduced him to Enzo. I am being interviewed, on the radio. She stressed the last word, to explain why she needed his help. I could use your help translating. When he asks me a question, will you tell him my answer?
She gave Enzo a careful look, and then nodded. You may continue, if you dare.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:34 pm
Enzo's brows furrowed, the humor leaving his face as Riley called in reinforcements. He covered the microphone, "Wet blanket."
To the microphone he sighed dramatically. "APPARENTLY, Miss twisty-tentacles don't approve of my translatin'."
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:45 pm
In response to his insinuation about her tentacles, they crept up on Enzo, twisting around his arms. She looked composed, as if she didn't notice their intrusion, and continued forward with the interview.
Please tell Enzo that I am looking forward to serving the student body for a second term as president of the Student Council, and if re-elected, I want as much input from every student as I can collect, in order to ensure that this coming year is exceptionally enjoyable for each and every one of you.
She paused, and gave Roch a mischievous glare.
You can say it in a way you think sounds nice to you, if you like. As long as there's no inappropriate content.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:49 pm
"I'll try t'keep myself from cursin," Roch replied. "Riley's an awesome president--she goes to the people and gets their input, hell--" he stopped, shrugging at her sheepishly, "back when I was just startin' here she came t'me and asked what I thought needed changed in the school t'make it a better place for me. She'll do that for everyone else, too," he summed up.
Then he looked at the tentacles on Enzo, wondering just what she was going to do to him.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:55 pm
The sound of rustling fabric and a few muttered profanities drowned out a good portion of Roch's words, but the general content was still there. It was difficult to aim the microphone when your arms were suddenly constricted. He gave a laugh and a rat slipped out of the collar of his coat, scurried down his shoulder, across a tentacle, and to his hand to haul the microphone up for him and aim it appropriately, "Well, hey now, I've had ghouls unable t'keep their hands off me, but tentacles, now that's new, Purp." There was panic in his eyes, but somehow he kept a smile on his face and his voice relatively level.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 8:05 pm
The rat served a second purpose - Riley's tentacle retreated, though it managed to scurry up far enough to not fall before she pulled away. She squeezed Roch's arm fondly. That was very sweet of you to say. I'm glad I have you here to help me.
Enzo's constant innuendos and nicknames were not wearing her down. Riley continued surging forward despite how absolutely inane and one sided the conversation seemed to be. I have some new plans for events in the future, if I am to be elected, that will hopefully conjure up more of a camaraderie between students and enhance the ties we form in our short time here at the Academy. After all, the bonds we make here last a lifetime - they must be strong, and plentiful.
She turned to Roch once more, and nodded, effectively waiting for him to translate.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 8:11 pm
"Riley says she's got a lot of plans for events and things that'll make closer ties between students while we're here--" Roch said, then looked at her curiously, wondering how long she planned to stay a student. Figuring he'd ask her later, he went on--
"Seein' as the close friendships are probly what keep us alive more often than not," he summed up--not really sticking to the script. "Er, the whole 'ties that last a lifetime...' y'know, which is longer if y'got help makin' it through the field trips."
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 8:20 pm
"Rightly said, rightly said! Well, looks like that's all the time we have, but it was CERTAINLY a pleasure, Riley-cakes. Let's do this again sometime soon. You're listenin' to RA66.6 and the Rat Man's signin' out." A switch flicked and the music bubbled up again, tinny and old but in Enzo's opinion, still hoppin'. "That was fantastic! Bet they ate that up. Love a candidate with a sense a' humor," He grinned, brushing his arms off where the tentacles had squeezed before scooting closer to her to casually tuck something between her cleavage, leaving a few roaches in his wake. "A little somethin' for your troubles, Pidge. Roch-man." He tipped his hat before promptly bolting before he was torn limb from limb.
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