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 Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 10:03 pm
Panting and still glaring at the trees around her as well as the snow, the she-wolf moved carefully forward and picked up the package one overly happy tree had dropped. Ears were still flat and she hoped another one didn't sneak up on her. Shaking her coat, LW relaxed a little when no other trees came and looked back towards where she had originally been walking, spotting a pouncing cat coming her way. Snorting as a lingering scent of cold, pine, and something that made her feel...happy? LW moved to meet the cat.
"I don't recommend...tryin' that." She said, still eying the trees suspiciously. Shaking again, she pawed at Kilo. "Lets...keep moving before more of 'em feel like trying to hug us." If scents were anything to go by here, she thought they might both be reaching their next destination. Whatever that was going to be. She 'hoped' it was warmer there.
The little red wolf trudged through the snow, keeping her pace with the cat. The two of them needed to devise some way that would make travel for the smaller of the two easier. Not that she minded walking with him. And was that students grouping together again? It was! Except, it looked like they had to choose another path up ahead. LW glanced down at Kilo. "Which way should we go?"
((And LW finally gets to leave this area. -Edit- LW and Kilometer are off to take on the Icy Path! ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 11:06 pm
The Island of Misfit Toys... The Island of Misfit toys! She was going to the Island of Misfit Toys and she had kissed him... AGAIN! As though pulled by some unseen force, the moment the demoness had risen to hurry back to her party Christof lurched up to his feet- foot- and quickly tottered forward into the snow again head-first.
Right. The leg. Candlejack.
Oooooh his scarf smelled like her, wrapped softly and warm against his face, her essence clinging to it. It took a few moments for him to get his bearings again, and rolled onto his back to sit up again. Well, hells bells, being a patchwork conglomerate of parts had never been this inconvenient. What was wrong with this Christmas Town that people couldn't even properly put themselves back together again?? He pulled the needle and what was left of his thread out, brows furrowing as he prepared himself for the task at hand. He wasn't going anywhere with one leg... it was just a matter of getting the nerve up to do this again. After the train it was a simple matter of torn stitches, but now, the flesh was a mess as well. Maybe someone had some duct-tape...
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 6:18 am
"A-Are... Are you alright?!" The Demoness winced when Undead head met Reaper chin in a loud crack, sending the poor boil backwards into the snow. Quickly, she shuffled over to where Johan was, looking at him with concern; before anything could attack them, it seems like they were already accidentally hitting each other! She leaned over the Reaper, a hand on his arm as she shook it gently, "Johan?"
However, at Sin's invitation, she looked up from the (fallen) Reaper and smiled, "Thank you! We'll discuss it, and if we do take the same route, we'll try to catch up for sure!" She paused as Sin moved away towards something, but not before noticing the look - that look - in Christof's eyes.
She tugged at Johan'a arm again, making sure that he was alright, before turning to everyone else, "Um... So, should we go to the Island of Misfit Toys then? Or should we try our luck on another route?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 7:27 am
Amrita was starting to notice a trend; she was getting pulled around a lot. Of course, that was a good thing, as both times had been to protect her from a fight with a tree. But it was also a bad thing, as she could most definitely get in the way of their escape should she, you know, fall. Luckily everything seemed to work out, Christof finally beat the tree, Johan didn't get knocked out from a hard crack to the jaw, and she remained as close to the Demoness as possible without being a hinderance.
Yup, it all worked out.
The Vetala was busy gazing at the pathways, her gray eye unfocusing as she considered them. Somewhere along the way she forgot what she was doing and just stood there, staring off into space as vacantly as possible. Wait, Lizzy was saying things! She should pay attention. Uhm...Right! Which path, which path...
"Ivotemisfittoys." Amrita said quickly, staring in horror at the very wet and slippery path. She didn't want to take the quickest way - that just spelled disaster in this unknown world.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 8:58 am
Finally giving up with messy stitches that HURT and a leg that HURT LIKE HELL, Christof finally tore off his sleeve to lash the leg on, albeit wobbly, as tight as he could. That should hold it at least until he figured something better out. He tried to stand again, but pain shot up from his battered, abused leg and he nearly fell again. Drat, at this point when he get home... IF they got home... he'd need an entirely new leg! He LIKED this leg! He might have accidentally broken his own ankle while beating off the tree.
WELL, no matter! His head was also hurting now, but he attributed that to his previous beating, only wondering in the back of his mind why Johan was sprawled in the snow. He had a mission. He had intent. He had.... oh hey! A thick broken branch from the tree still lay on the ground near them, and hefting it up it seemed sturdy enough... looping his scarf end up over the small fork at the end, it made a decent improvised crutch- hopefully that would keep the shelf life of his leg a bit longer. The others could follow if they wanted, but he was a man on a mission-
A mission to the Island of Misfit Toys.
Carefully, gingerly, but as quickly as he could, he hobbled in the direction the demoness had gone.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 9:32 am
Ohh, she likes that look in his eyes!
"Come, Amrita, Johan!" Lizzy smiled, holding the Undead ghoul's hand again before turning around and eagerly following Christof, glad that Amrita shared their opinion. She seemed much more excited than before as she stared at the back of the patchwork that was slowly moving away from them; in her mind's eye, she sees him matching towards the horizon with silver moonlight shining on his hunched back as he battle monsters full of disgusting JOY for his love... As his friends, they should be there to support (and watch) him, right? Right.
"To the Island of Misfit Toys!" She almost cheered, adjusting her scarf as she made her way out of the forest. In her excitement, however, she had forgotten to hear what the Reaper had to say...
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 2:51 pm
(LOGIC TIME~ (I wrote this entire thing out and then Gaia killed. DX Just pretend she responded to everything, okay?))
Quarria watched as most of her companions ran off toward the Island of Misfit Toys, but was shocked and concerned as Gabrian began to leave in favor of the Icy Path. Torn, she looked between the Island and her newfound friends heading that way, and it certainly did look warmer, and Gabrian's fading form as he headed into the freezing mountains. She would have bit her lip if she was in human form, and her brain began to sort the information in her Logical Amphithere thought process.
The Island is warmer. My friends are headed toward the warm Island. The mountains are colder, and Gabrian is going into them. Gabrian might change back into a serpent. Serpents will be held back by the cold without good protection like feathers. I have feathers, thus I can go into the mountains. Feathers provide warmth, which Gabrian will need if he is not to die. Others on the mountain will also need warmth not to die. Gabrian and the others might die without feathers. Also, snow may slow down mountain goes. I can provide rides though snow. The Island-goers are in a warmer place, and thus do not my warmth nor rides. Thus...I must go to the mountains and provide warmth for Gabrian and the others up there with my feathers and provide the Amphithere Express, for there is where I am most needed.
All of this clicked in her brain in rapid succession, and she looked down the pathway toward the Island and shouted, although it was not probable that they would hear her, "My friends! I will take the mountains, for I am better needed there! Be safe and good luck! I will see you at the Workshop!" And with that, she unfurled her wings, murmuring to the were-tiger as she pulled her wing away from him, "Sorry Faint. If you head that way, give them my regards, okay?" And, making sure she was empty of passagers, pushed herself off the ground in a quick flap from her wings. And with that, she was flying low over the snow and toward the Icy Path.
(LOGIC. Go Quarria, go!)
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 3:11 pm
To reiterate: Ow.
Blinking up at the sky through the snow laden branches, Johan tasted blood. Apparently the crack to the jaw had made him bite his cheek. He moved his mouth a bit, making sure it his jaw wasn't broken, but otherwise didn't seem inclined to move. That is, until Lizzy touched his arm. His eyes focused intently on her and he frowned, brushing her hand away.
"Do not touch me." he said, his tone holding more ice than their surroundings. He got to his feet, and brushed the snow from his clothing, moving to stand a safe distance from the ghoul. Although his face could have been a stone mask of disapproval, inside his heart was pounding furiously. That had been close!
It was rather unnerving how cheerful the demoness was, however, as she expressed her intent to cross down to the Island. Of course, Christof was going there; where the succubus went, the hunchback was sure to follow, and Johan felt Amrita would follow Lizzy. The two ghouls seemed to be close friends. So they should be fairly safe together. However, Johan decided that he'd had enough of making friends. He hadn't even stepped foot onto Amityville campus and already he was endangering his family's secret!
No, no, no. He wasn't going to accompany these three anymore. He was risking far too much. Looking out at the other two paths, the center one seemed the most inviting, though he knew Hellma had warned the students away from it. The third path led up into the mountains, and Johan could practically feel the frostbite eating into his feet when he thought of how much colder it would be there. But the Icy Path was the lesser of two evils at this point.
Mind made up, Johan glanced back at Amrita, feeling a twinge of regret. The undead ghoul hadn't been anything but nice to him.
"T-take care." he wished her, haltingly, before heading out on his own.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:38 am
Kilometer remained silent as he stopped pouncing (that that's a lot out of someone!) to simply watch as LW makes her way towards him. Nodding in agreement Kilometer turned and started to pounce off.
Which path would they take? Kilometer knew nothing of how many paths or what the paths even were; he wasn't there for the information after all. Looking in the distance of the paths he noticed many foot prints heading off in one direction in particular. That must have been where all the students went. The most students would call the most "monsters." He did not want to be bothered by such things. He chose the path that was less beaten.
Kilometer turned towards LW and tapped his head in the direction he'd suggest. All paths looked like it'd be annoying so might as well just get it over with!
((Off to the Icy path! But I my work shift changed 8D; So I'll be back later. You can make the first post with LW if you'd like.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:52 pm
[[ I've had no internet connection for two and a half days, so this is just a bit late. ]]
Ren had not been paying the slightest bit of attention to what was going on around him. After trudging along with Vaith and Kilometer, the dead...cat...thing... (whatever he was) had trundled off along with the dancer girl with the fluffy red tail, towards the Icy Path, leaving the reaper and the gryphon to themselves. Ren had been somewhat in his own world as he had trundled along through the snow, yawning boredly even as drunken trees attacked(?) the students around him. It wasn't of any concern to him anyway, and he was more focused on trying to find a suitable place to nap than worry about things that were out of his control.
"Hrrngg," grumbled Ren sulkily, after yet another rapidfire, random shift from human to gryphon and back again. He hauled his bags higher up on his shoulder, debating internally about which direction to go. I wonder which way would have a better napping area...
It was too tiring to bother caring. Ren yawned. "Lessgo," he said to Vaith, voice muffled by his hand over his mouth. "To the right it is."
[[ Ren and Vaith will be going up the Icy Path (I have permission from RA to drag Vaith with Ren~) ]]
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 3:37 pm
Faint stood for a long time, trying to decide what to do. He didn't really have a specific group to follow. He wasn't well-known, nor did he have friends to really rely on. But he did know he'd like to be anywhere those feathers were. He became all the more aware of this as the cold began to seep in again. Those feathers were worth following.
With a sigh he narrowed his eyes and looked at the icy path. His best bet was with the giant flying serpent, right? Slowly he began to trek in her path, stuffing his fists deep into his pockets.
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