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 Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 8:42 am
“Do not ‘but Hel’ me!” The reaper replied, her brow twitching. Watching Helmut come at her bro with such a pathetic display of hand motions and chittering well…it almost tugged at Hel’s leathery heart strings. Almost. “Ya, that is why you go figure it out…and you will learn not to get lost! I can not and will not be there to keep holding your stupid hand!” Speaking of which, Hel grimaced as the little Wendigo latched onto her arm, and already she could feel the heat getting sapped. The wingless valkyrie grimaced, and immediately tried to shake the ghoul off of her arm before it went numb. No hugs too, please. The last time she got a prolonged hug, she had been on the verge of cutting glass the next morning.
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 10:28 am
O n O
Helmut's chittering tapered off sadly, leaving her droopy eyes to continue staring hopeful yet sad daggers into the cockles of Hel's heart. She let the warm arm go and scratched her own nose with the side of her hand, taking a step back towards the creepateria's doors.
"But I don't know anyone...and I'm really, really far away from home... You don't have to hold my hand, I promise!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 4:06 pm
Almost tugged at her heart strings…almost. So close. So close. Hel crossed her arms and stared down at the ghoul, blowing some of her bangs out of her eyes. “Ya. Welcome to being a new place, duh. That is why you go forth and make acquantices.” Hel snorted. “No. I am not going to the creeperteria with you! I do not eat there! I make my own food!”
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 8:33 am
Helmut's eyes widened, missing everything of that conversation before I make my own food. Tiny fingers linked together and fit under her chin, leaning forward with a wide-eyed hopeful stare.
"You will make me food?!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 9:22 am
Hel blanched, pausing as Helmut dropped the whole idea of going to the creeperteria and instead asked if she could make her something. Her expression was stuck like this for a long moment. Dammit! How did this turn on her so fast? She wasn't going to take the little Wendigo to her room but it was apparent she didn't care about her original destination anymore. "No I will--" Hel paused as an idea suddenly slapped her in the face and her lips curled into an awful smile. "Ya. Okay. Right this way." Hel turned away and moved down the hall to leave to go outside. She held the door open for the ghoul and once they were out and started making her way across the grounds... Heading in the direction of a flag pole...
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 10:43 am
Helmut's joined hands parted, only to get thrown in the air with a very happy keen of delight. A meal! A free meal! A meal from Hel! Today was certainly the best of days! The little Wendigo plodded along behind the Reaper, looking around at all of her surroundings, or at least tilting her head way back to stare up at the dusty sky.
"The weather's weird here. Does it ever snow? It's too warm." The ghoul prattled off, clutching the large jersey she wore to pull it from her neck, the fabric wide enough to move but somehow managing to not fall off of her entirely. It was an odd thing for her to be mentioning the temperature, but the air here was much different from what she was used to.
"Is this the way to the Reaper dorms?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 12:40 pm
“It snows here around Christmastival…” Hel replied, a bit distracted as she eyed the flag pole. “Yanno…colder Octobers…” She then hummed. “Mhmmm…” Hel stopped at the flag pole, and grabbed the end of the rope. “But before we go…Here.” She pushed the end of the rope into Helmut’s hands. “ Hold onto this like your existence depends on it, because something bad will happen if you do not.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 6:54 pm
"Oooh. Neat!" Helmut practically walked into Hel's back when she stopped suddenly, bumping into the Reaper for just a moment before giving a very curious look to the rope that was suddenly in her hands. "What is---EEP REALLY?!" The Wendigo, the foolishly gullible little Wendigo, took whatever Hel told her to be the gospel truth. She did indeed clutch that rope like it was her lifeline, her droopy eyes wide with the fear of what could possibly go wrong should she let go.
"Wh-What's going to happen...?! How long do I have to hold it?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 7:40 pm
As soon as Helmut had a good hold on the rope well… Hel wasted no time in spinning that crank like a mad woman, and the next thing Helmut would know…she’d be in da air…and she wouldn’t stop until she was at the very top of the flag pole. Hel hummed as she took the other hand of the rope, from raising the ghoul, and tied it off in an easy to un-do knot on the crank. She then tilted her head back and stared up at the ghoul, with a small grin. “You can see the whole campus from there!” She informed cheerfully. “Oh, also…!” A thought seemed to hit her. “Do you know what prom is?”
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 11:02 pm
From a window in the school, a figure was watching. Always watching. And possibly scribbling something on a piece of paper, to be handed off to a gnome to deliver. They were so clever, always knowing where a certain students dorm was. Hel's, for example, wasn't hard to find. When she returned to her room at the end of the day, she would find a very lovely written order of detention for defacing school property and bullying, signed by Selene Apophis, and dated that very day.
Always watching.
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 1:25 pm
Helmut squeaked, and eventually found the ground slipping out from under her feet. The ghoul held on hard, her eyes widening in panic as she realized, perhaps a little too late, what was going on. She let out a long whine of distress, swinging her legs to try and clutch onto the pole with something. Even with her panic and her attempts to clutch onto the pole, she heard Hel's question.
"N-no? Wh-what's Prom? HEL CAN I COME DOWN YET?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 1:36 pm
Hel didn’t stop until Helmut reached the top…and she was very unaware of her earning of detention.
“It is this yearly dance thing…it is not really all that important, but if no one takes you, you will be emotionally scarred and ruined for life!” She cried back. “So I am going to do Halloween a favor, and take you! Only for the first half though, okay!? I will not spend the entire time baby sitting you! Got it!?”
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 11:06 am
WHAT?! THERE WAS AN EVENT THAT WOULD EMOTIONALLY SCAR HER FOR LIFE IF SHE DIDN'T GO?! Oh Jack how come nobody told her before hand?! This time, when the ghoul let out another loud wail of distress, it was from more than just the heights.
"OH-OKAY! TH-THANK YOU! C-C-C-CAN I COME DOWN NOW?" Helmut's little heart was beating so loudly she thought it might come bursting right out of her chest, and all of her attempts to cling to the flag pole were so far in vain.
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 9:09 pm
Could she come down now? Hel debated this for a while. Really…like a while. Like for nine minutes. Finally, for some reason (called a nagging guilty conscience), Hel decided to let her down. She un-hooked the rope she tied around the handle and started to lower the ghoul…only to half way though. “Okay! Now you can slide the rest of the way down!” Hel called up to her. “Yanno, like those pole things at playgrounds!” She then pointed back at the school, towards a large section of it. “That is the creeperteria. Just so you know. Also, I am gonna pick you up from your room on prom night, okay? So you better be ready!” The reaper saluted the ghoul. “Catch ya later, Mut!” She then headed off…leaving the ghoul to her uh…own devices.
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 6:59 am
And so Helmut hung there, near the verge of tears, for hours.
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