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 Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 5:25 pm
Had it been any other day and time, Gabrian might have intervened in Icky and Sarias' little tiff. But not today. Today he was much too busy looking at Ren, whom he'd only moments ago heard bidding on him. A lot of thoughts went through the nix's mind, the most prominent of which was that he was going to murder that gryphon in his sleep... with a spoon most likely. It was followed by the notion that if Ren was going to force him to go with him to the dance, then who the hell was going to take Alessa? Would LW go with Alessa then?
And... it was ultimately that innocent, little though which sparked Gabrian's idea for revenge. The mild anger that had flashed very briefly through the demon's eyes evaporated and he made sure to school his features back into some strange sort of calmness. He even managed to still his twitching tail, his mind working out the pros and cons of his plan. Granted that Gabrian wasn't the physical sort, but he was fully into that little game called 'revenge'.
He waited until he was certain the auction had ended and then slowly allowed himself off the stage. Rather than join LW and Ren, he merely offered them a charming smile (which was probably disconcerting given the events that had just taken place) before turning around to head back to the demon dorms without so much as a word.
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Morton did not wait to hear the end of the auction. In fact, just as it was starting to be announced and it finally dawned on him that he'd won, he let out a soft squeak. This was due to the fact he'd only just realized that he had er... not preplanned for this outcome and that as such, he had no idea what the jacking hell to do.
So thus, he did the first thing that came to mind; he turned around and tried to flee the scene. Of course, in his need to escape, he tripped over a chair an fell to the ground with a loud crash. After picking himself up off the floor, he ran as fast as he could, having entirely forgotten that heck, his wings would have served his purpose a lot better.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 6:39 pm
The scene that unfolded between Icky and Sarias was enough to cause the tall monster to flinch and squirm back. He wasn't sure what was going through the boggart's mind when he "attacked" the banshee so prematurely but the rough housing was enough for him to leap away from the table and stare in confusion as his groanspring buddy was assaulted.
Bul nervously winced when Icky yelled out to the crowd and flushed a bit in the face. He didn't want to.. force anyone to bid but up to this point he was sorely disappointed with the lack of bids. Not that it was a permanent date but he had really hoped to get to experience this thing called Scarentines. Before he could process his loss any further, the ear-shattering scream had him kneeling with his hands to his ears.
When Bul looked up the banshee was gone and Icky lay in the mess of broken auction table. It seemed things were finally at a anti-climatic end for him and his friend especially. "Huh..." he mumbled to himself then suddenly frowned, tail whipping angrily behind him.
"Screw this Scarentine s**t, I don't need to go anyway," he snarled practically biting his tongue. Of course there was no exact reason to get so upset, there were plenty of other dances to go to but in Bul's mind the only reason to go to the party was if he had someone to go with. By now, it didn't matter if anyone wanted to go last minute he had given up. Cramming his hands in his pockets, the monster turned and sulked away from the small crowd of ghouls and boils in the hall.
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 6:48 pm
"T-That is alright!" Tsetsiliya stammered. She was amazed that she had a date at all, so she really couldn't complain about when they would arrive. At least West was upfront about it. Speaking of the boil, the fact that he didn't want to go was written all over his face, and the poludnica nibbled her lower lip anxiously. Somebody had obviously pinned this date on him, and truthfully she felt bad for him.
But, much like herself, he seemed willing to see this thing through to completion (for whatever reasons he saw fit), so Tsetsiliya could only nod. As the wrath demon thrust his hand out towards her, she reached over to shake with both hands, but he just as quickly pulled his hands away and stormed off.
Very obviously not happy with this set up.
Tsetsiliya watched him go with an air of apprehension. Should she be doing this? Regardless of the reason, he had paid for her and seemed willing to bear through it, so she might as well do the same. If anything, she admired that stubbornness, which looked to be a common personality trait in both demons. Adjusting her hem one last time, she wondered if she should go get ready. Turning to glance at the stage, she saw more than a few bidless students up there.. and among them Belladonna! Tsetsiliya frowned - she couldn't let Bella go to the dance with the gnome! Fumbling with her seeds, she shot her hand in the air.
I'm raising my hands in the air! All the players know that I'm layin' down 120 seeds on this shawty Belladonna!
Her hand slowly lowering, Tset let out a relieved sigh. There, saved from the gnome!
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 7:42 pm
( Rown is going to backread and do a proper ending post in this when everything is over and settles down. You should know who you are taking to the dance - if not just pretend.
Love you guys 8'D )
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