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 Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 4:37 pm
"But what do you do if they don't have one?" Merope persisted. He flexed his fingers down, the tips resting against the palm of his hands. In a way without needing to remove them, he had reduced his fingers to tiny stubs. "Do you shake it anyway? Wave?" He crossed his arms, tilting his head to one side as she began to chew on the femur. That explained where the teeth-marks came from at least. "You mean you're not? But you're running around with a skull... Unless?" He snapped his talons. "I know! You're a... a... uh. You know what? I've got nothin'." Merope crossed his arms again, tapping his toe-talons. "Hey," he began, "You still hungry and wanna try somethin'?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 8:49 am
Helmut just gave him and his stubbed hands a blank stare.
"I...don't know? Shake their...stumps? Tentacles? We don't get many non-limbed creatures..." She trailed off thoughtfully, and made a mental note to ask her Parents the next time she got to talk to them. The small ghoul nodded to confirm what he was saying, and then tilted her head to look at the skull, which was still on the ground. "Mama and Papa thought it would protect my 'soft, squishy pin-form head' until my antlers grew more!" She explained dutifully, squaring her shoulders as if it was a proud thing for her. Her antlers were new, but she was actually growing them now which was fantastic, and she was quite proud of herself for the tiny little things on her head.
"I'm a Wendigo! Monster-type." An Arctic one, but that was left unsaid. Little deer ears lifted, perking high in interest at his question. "Yeah! Whatsit?" Helmut was already inching forward, staring up at him with wide, curiously excited eyes.
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 3:48 pm
As Helmut spoke, Merope was eying the femur thoughtfully. He even went so far as to hold his talons out towards it, measuring it from a distance to better gauge its size without picking it up. If the femur was special to her, he didn't want to take it. Besides, there was always the chance that his idea wouldn't exactly work. "I've never heard of a Wendigo," He confessed as he lead the way, "It sounds interesting though. Is having a big rack good where you c-" The boil stopped, sputtering as the way he phrased his question just occurred to him. "Er! I mean, that is. Ah. Is it a good thing to have huge antlers and that's why you're wearing your Uncle's head too? To look bigger as well as have protection? It's... It's not good to be small," he added quietly with a hint of regret. "Not good at all." "But we're here!" The undead pointed at a large box. The front of the box was clear and lit from the inside, showing rows upon rows of delicious treats. "Here's the snack machine. Usually you stick some silver seeds in here," he pointed at a slot, "Then you pick out which snack you want. See the little icons beneath them? You'd match the symbols of what you want to this thing here," he pointed at the pin pad, "And the machine will push the snack down to here." The undead knelt, pushing open a small door at the bottom. "See? That's usually how it works, but if you can stick your arm and the femur up in there you might be able to jiggle a snack free. Though..." Merope gave the machine another thoughtful look. "Though you might get your arm stuck in there as well as the femur stuck too. Wanna give it a shot?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 6:43 pm
"We're a really cool specie!" Helmut cried out, throwing her small arms in the air. Luckily for Merope, his oddly phrased question went right over her wide-eyed, grinning head. She was able to talk about herself, and that was awesome! Maybe she could get him to talk about his people, too! Perhaps he could tell her why he smelled so delicious? Her thoughts had trailed away, but he had clearly kept talking. Whoops. "Yeah! All of those things. I only need it until I have my own antlers and then I can fend for myself!" Her stance shifted to put her hands on her hips. Like an adult.
"Where are you from?" Her questions trailed off as he called a giant box to her attention, one filled with neat rows of sweets and candies. As if on cue her stomach grumbled loudly, and a small dribble of saliva slid from her lips until she licked it away again. A seed was out of her pocket and on it's way to the payment slot when he pointed something else out to her: the possibility of free food.
That was even better than normal food!
"....I'LL DO IT!" She squeaked out a lot louder than she had intended, and moments later she was practically throwing herself onto her knees beside him, looking quite ready to shove poor Uncle Carl's femur into the opened slot. It was a miracle she paused at all, even more so that she half turned to stare up at Merope with droopy, hopeful eyes.
"You're gonna keep watch, right? To make sure we don't get in trouble? Like partners in crime?!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 1:40 pm
"That's the spirit!" Merope reached out and clapped a hand on her shoulder encouragingly before she was in position and ready to go. Her question raised a bubble of doubt in him. His original plan was to set her to it then sit back and watch just to see what happened. That's what the Cool Guys did, right? Granted they were also often Jerks but they looked Cool while doing it and everyone liked a Cool Guy but --
But could he really let her run the risk herself? It didn't settle well with him. He gave himself a little shake as if to dislodge his initial thought and plan. "Yeah," he said. "I'll keep watch, but you'd better be quick. I think if you can get your arm around it and jiggle it around you might be able to knock something down. Otherwise..." He shuffled uncertainly, his bravado gone. "I dunno when someone will come around, so it might be better to drop in a seed and get it legit instead."
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 2:07 pm
Helmut's trust in her new, delicious smelling friend never wavered. She didn't doubt him once, but it was always nice to hear that they were, in fact, partners in crime. That was like, top level friendship! This was the best day ever! Well, almost, it will be the best day ever once there was actually food to eat, but...she internally digressed.
"Okay! I'll do this, you watch, and if someone comes in just put a seed in it! Flawless." A very happy chitter rumbled in her throat as she turned back to the task at hand, stopping just short of trying to stick the femur through the little flap. "OH, Wait." She paused long enough to look over her shoulder, staring at her Partner in Crime very, very seriously. "If I get stuck, dissipate me, okay?" The ghoul didn't even wait for an answer, she simply trusted Merope to do as she asked.
Now, to get that femur through... It took a couple tries due to the sheer size of the bone, but after some poking and prodding she got it through, enough to see the knuckle through the glass. "Success! Do you have a preference?" Because she certainly didn't, at all. She was leaning closer to the machine now, to start to fit her arm in after the femur.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 3:34 pm
"Couldn't we just say we put something in and it got stuck and instead of getting someone we're trying to get it out ourselves?" He counter-offered, his voice a higher pitch as the possibility of getting caught began to weigh heavier and heavier on his mind. It was one thing to talk about doing it, but to actually do it --
The undead stared at her openly as she made her request, mouth hanging agape. Him? Dissipate her?! There wasn't any way he could do something like that! He was --
He was supposed to be doing something, wasn't he? Merope shook himself and scrambled to took around, looking left then right down the hallway in a very suspicious manner. Perhaps he should have read up more on the Troublemaker trope instead of focusing on the Cool Guy.
Her question brought his attention around. "Oh! Um. Er. Not really," he winced. J-Just grab something and get out of there!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 3:51 pm
"Oh. Well that's okay too! We'll cross that lake when we get there." Either way, it was Merope's problem and not really hers, considering he was the mastermind and she was just the ghoul with the femur. She missed his look entirely, fully and quite happily expecting dissipation in case she got stuck.
"Okay! Anything it is!" She squeezed herself up close and personal to the machine. So close that her cheek pressed against the cold glass and forced her helmet to sit awkwardly on her head, kept there only by her little bud of a horn. Droopy eyes had to peer up in order to see anything at all, but it was enough. The shapes were there, and all she had to do was wiggle the femur around to start nudging them.
A couple pieces started to fall, and it was enough to make her giddy...and also a little greedy. She leaned closer to try and get her arm up higher for the other snacks, when---
"...Whoops." She whimpered, and giggled at the same time. "Ummm...don't get mad, but..." She tried to pull back, but something caught her elbow and kept her there, no matter how she tried to jar it.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 6:17 pm
Left, right, left left right right oh Jack he really, really hoped someone wasn't going to come. He didn't want to get in trouble. Trouble often meant it was a bad thing, and he didn't want to face the disappointment of the teachers. He wasn't worried about Detention. Ignorance was bliss, after all.
"Don't get mad about what?" Merope asked, his voice tight with panic. "Do I want to turn around? I don't want to but --" he stopped, staring. He gaped, staring openly before closing his mouth. "U-uhm. Are you stuck? Can't you wiggle free? Maybe rip your arm off and get it out that way?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 6:41 pm
"I think so. Unless I can..." She shifted a bit, flinched, and went right back to the way she was. Then she tried moving her arm a little bit to free it. "Nope. Definitely stuck."
"...I'm not an undead, remember? I can't take off my parts!" Well, she could take off her helmet, but that was about it and, clearly, didn't count. She was giggling softly regardless, though whether or not it was stress-induced had yet to be seen. "Hey is my arm supposed to be all tingly? I can't feel my fingers any more and---oh gosh, something's poking into my arm!" In the span of a few seconds she went from giggling in wonder to being rather concerned. Her droopy eyes widened and her ears fell.
"...What do I do?!" She whimpered out quietly, not wanting to give away their position.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 6:52 pm
"Arrrgh! Why can't you be undead? That would make things so much easier!" Merope whined. He reached out and grabbed the vending machine. Then he let go. He opened and closed his hands as he tried to think, even going so far as to tap Helmut's helmet.
"Okay! I got it! We -- uh. Right. Not undead. Um. Can't you move it at all? Up? Down? Um. Er. M-maybe if you let go of Uncle Carl you might be able to move your arm...?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 7:20 pm
Helmut sat as patiently as she waited for the brains of the operation to get an idea. Though if one were to look closely it wasn't that she was particularly patient - it was simply that she was getting cold and sluggish. The machine was chilled to keep some of the items from going bad, and to a ghoul who had a hard time regulating her own body temperature, that wasn't good. Worse when Merope's lack of body heat was added to the mix.
The tap on her helmet jolted her enough to be wide-eyed again, but her mind was still starting to get foggy with sleep.
"I'm sorrryyyyyy!" She whined, really sad that she wasn't undead at the moment. It would have made this so much easier! "Um...um let's see." She tried to move her arm down first, figuring that made most sense, and when that failed she tried to move left, then right, then left again, and then, having exhausted all of her options, tried up. At least a little bit.
"Ow! ow ow ow ow owwwwww...N-no I don't think that'll work hey I think this thing has teeth---" She trailed off, her eyes widening as she realized what she had said. "It has teeth!" Her voice rose in as much of a panic as she would allow, letting go of Uncle Carl's femur which naturally did nothing to help her situation. The lack of heat was still making her sluggish, but she was trying very hard to escape now, her free hand on the side of the machine to try and push herself out of it.
"Help!" She managed to utter, along with a yelp, as her efforts were in vain; whatever in there had her arm had pulled her right back in, against the machine.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 9:15 pm
The announcement upon hearing that it had teeth made Merope's fins clamp tightly to his side, his glow all but disappearing. "I-it has teeth?" He whispered in dawning horror, staring in disbelief as Helmut tried to struggle free.
"I-" Merope shuddered as he stared at the vending machine. He didn't realize -- this was all his --
Merope dropped to his knees and tried to push Helmut aside, talons out as he reached in with one arm to slash at whatever was in the back of it. "This is probably a stupid idea --!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 8:44 pm
It wasn't just the machine now; Merope was beside her on the ground, reaching in to try and claw her free.
"Ow! That was me!" She yelped unhappily, using her free hand to try swat him and his helping claws away. Her hand suddenly stilled though, as something from deep within the machine started to tick. Something felt like it was crawling on her skin, positioning itself to---
The thought cut off there to instead give a pained cry. One she tried to silence by biting down on poor Merope's arm, hoping that the undead flesh would muffle her voice and help her feel better. Whatever had crawled on her arm had deemed her a threat and had punctured through her skin in several places, which really only trapped her further.
Not long after that she let go of his arm, her rows of serrated teeth finally leaving him. Ow. Ow ow ow. Something in there knew she wasn't supposed to be there, but there had to be a way to trick it into letting her go!
"Try putting a seed in it!" She whimpered out, her ears practically glued to the sides of her head now. Maybe if it had something else to chew on...!
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 3:40 pm
"Sorrrrry!" Merope whined, yelping in return as she sank her teeth into him. "Ow! Hey-hey-ey-agh!" His hand flexed, talons sinking into something that jerked back away from him. Then it came forth and chomped on his arm.
With a yelp, Merope dragged his arm out of the machine. A long peel of skin was left behind, giving him a fine line of exposed flesh. He rubbed his arm, frowning as Helmut made her suggestion. "I don't have a seed! That's why I suggested this in the fir- wait! Wait wait I got it I'm sorry!"
The undead had knelt down next to Helmut and began poking her pockets, trying to find out where she kept her silver seeds.
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