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 Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 11:53 pm
Robert was pressing against the hand that was pushing him back, with every inch of force he could. This was, of course, not a lot - but he was TRYING, DAMNIT. His arms were flailing in a circular motion, fists of fury ready to come at Bul and give him the most PAINFUL LITTLE BRUISES EVER if he would just let GO.
"OH, OH YOU SCARED SUCKER? Telling them to take me away so I don't beat you down, I see how it is. I UNDERSTAND BROSKI." He was digging a hole so deep he would be buried in it.
He stumbled in his rotation when he heard Candace's voice, and stopped to turn and stare at her, looking scandalized. "I'm like a.." Oh, Candace was going to get it when they got back home. She was going to Get. It.
His face was red as a tomato, and he was huffing violently. This body did not appreciate all of the effort he was putting into it, and it looked about ready to fall apart any minute.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 12:47 am
Apparently that thing was a gnome. Of all things, falling out of the sky…?
There were several other students hanging around the booth, all attention to the hunchback. He seemed to be stumbling with his words and awkwardly conversing with another patchwork. Adorable! Bea watched them with love sick eyes. Meanwhile another couple seemed to be showing quite a bit of PDA, but it doesn’t bother her at all. In fact, she gets all mushy just thinking about it.
Snapping out of her gaze, Bea forgot she was in a conversation with the illithid. “Oh, I see. I love your creative thinking,” Bea smiled at Riley. The Matching event for prom seemed almost like a dating service. How exciting! “I---“ Bea keeps getting distracted by another student having an argument with a gnome.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 1:15 am
After watching the antics of the cannon, Marosa set his bag down and approached it, wanting to try for himself. He glanced around before clearing his throat, wings fluttering just slightly in anticipation.
PULL!
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 5:55 am
Browsing through more of the booths in the festival, Yorugami was saddened to note that he was dead broke. Not a seed in sight yet so many games still calling out to him. Ah well, he though to himself a bit glumly, at least he had a muffin he'd managed to snag from Cady's booth. Eating it though would probably be much like playing Russian Roulette.
A commotion at a line of booths caught his eye.Crest feathers rising in interest, he drew a bit closer and stared at a ghoul's booth who was named Riley. She seemed to be running for president...however with as much commotion and fighting that seemed to be going on. Yorugami wondered if her campaign would actually succeed. Although, a point to the ghoul, the commotion sure attracted a lot of passers-by attention.
Oh. What's this? The Shadow Demon looked at the adorable smiling plush lying awkwardly at the end of a shelf. Tail twitching, Yorugami sneeked in, using any shadow to conceal his presence. So cute. Looking left and right, he noted that the booth's owner was occupied with a couple of boils and ghouls. Surely no one would miss one.
Silently and stealthily, he took a smiling Andeon Plushie.
"Mine," He muttered to himself.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 6:04 am
Owl didn't hear a reply, so she decided to make her own. She placed the plushie in her hand so she could puppeteer it.
"Yes Owl you hat! You hat!" the voice she made for the cannon cat sounded deep and commanding.
"Thank yes!" she replied to herself. And so, she grabbed a hat and placed it on her head.
She had permission, after all.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 6:10 am
It wasn't clear as to what exactly had attracted the frost demon to the booth at first. Edel had noticed a sizable number of new booths being set up while strolling past the games stations so she approached them for a closer look. Amidst the grand set up of purple and black Edel spotted what she had come for.  The ghoul bent down to stare at them intently, those curious things. The long drawn-out gaze was starting to look a little creepy, but thankfully she realised this soon enough to redirect her attention to the other Cephalopoda-themed plushies on the table. Wait. Wait. The purpose of this booth-- Edel straightened herself up to take a proper look at the fancy set up. It soon became clear that this was for some campaign of sorts, and Edel confirmed this as she glanced over the flyers on the table. She was a little surprised to realise that the extensive array of goodies had been laid out to serve the sole purpose of epic propaganda. Surmise to say, whoever behind this had done a pretty fine job. Then, her eyes caught hold of the poster. Impressive.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 10:39 am
Instead of letting go, Bul simply reached his other hand around and picked the gnome up under his arms. "You'd make a good mondo snot ball." Walking around a little he dangled the boil precariously from high up before finally he lowered him down and set him on the ground having to bend his knees and kneel over to do so.
"If you weren't a student I'd take you home~" he teased then patted the other's head.
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Bilious rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 11:02 am
 Still gazing dreamily at the patchwork ghoul ahead of him, Christof heard the command and instinctively reached behind him to pull the cord on the cannon with a resounding BOOM!
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 11:41 am
For the most part, Bea was impressed with Riley's booth, and more importantly, the answer to her question. But there was so much going on at once! Through all this commotion, for whatever reason Bea's attention turned to a small... bear rot... who seems to be enjoying a new hat. She was amused by her role-play and cracked a smile. Bea was about to approach her when --- BOOM!!! A blast coming from the cannon had startled her. "JACK!" she yelled as she put her hands up to her ears.
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Kanth rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 11:54 am
Bilious Still gazing dreamily at the patchwork ghoul ahead of him, Christof heard the command and instinctively reached behind him to pull the cord on the cannon with a resounding BOOM!Marosa took the gun and aimed, hoping that his aim actually hit the thing and didn't miss at all. With his luck, however... he completely missed, not even nearing the thing. Idly, he wondered what he actually did hit with that shot. "Jack... can ah try again?" He scratched the back of his head, frowning.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 4:58 pm
Petra had watched as Christof had scuttled under the table before turning her attention back to Robert, who seemed to be making the best of friends, especially with scaly red reptile creature. Bul's question was met with a slight raise the eyebrows from the patchwork girl, which probably looked like nothing much had changed, considering she wasn't sure if her facial muscles were all working correctly, but the message was the same. Robert was not going to lose a limb, not yet anyway, and certainly not from falling from that height. Although it would probably hurt considerably, she was sensing very little danger from the situation around them at this point, which had caused her to relax quite a bit, instead taking the time to just watch the developing confrontation with interest. Bul, while certainly scary-looking, did not seem to be particularly interested in hurting Robert, which was all she really cared about at this point. The Patchwork-hunter did take a short step towards the two at the point the monster picked up her fiance, fingers curling into fists and looking a little tense up until the point where Bul slowly set him down again, upon which point she relaxed.
As it was, she hadn't noticed Christof had returned, likely quite a bit before that. She did, however, notice him standing behind her as she glanced around idly, turning back towards him and flicking her eyes down at the chalkboard, watching him write and giving him a bemused expression. "Not allowed," she repeated, not quite a question, because it seemed Christof thought she should know this. Instead, she turned the question inward, to where Cain waited and watched, relatively dormant up until this point.
'This patchwork has a Master. Creator. He likely assumes you had one at one point as well,' the cold voice replied, clearly disinterested, 'Seeing as I'm not an undead, don't be surprised if I'm wrong.'
Helpful.
In the end, Petra hadn't actually needed to worry about replying -- by the time Cain had answered her question, Christof was already writing on the board again. Lowering her eyes to it again, she occasionally flicked them up to his mouth, which seemed to be doing a little dance on his face, watching it with a fascination that bordered on disgust again. Someone had drawn a sewing needle through his lips. The mere thought made her own hurt with psychological pain, a little nausea creeping up on her -- it wasn't just his lips. It was his entire body. Her entire body. Glancing back down at the words scribbled across the blackboard, perfectly glad for the distraction, she read the little note quickly, a new challenge suddenly appearing.
Lying. About her 'life' as an undead.
"... Thank you..." she started, taking the compliment with an almost awkward tone, one which could easily have been construed as her being flattered. That wasn't the case, of course, she was merely fumbling for words, but at least it worked for her in this instance, "... I did. I... had to." There was another pause, and she looked at his stitches, trying very hard not to look away as the nausea began to creep back again. "Is that unusual? Don't you?"
'Hot water, my dear... This is something you should know, as a Halloweentowner.'
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 9:26 pm
He was being MANHANDLED.
Robert twisted and squirmed like a fighting cat in Bul's arms, but it was useless. None of his limbs were managing to hit any targets, and once he was put down, his original plan to bite down on those ankles just seemed.. foolish. The damn monster had spikes. All over it's body. Who was Robert kidding?
He'd be gnome-kabobs.
He was blissfully ignorant of the love connection going on between his fiancee and the different pieces of monster stitched together and staring at her like she was some kind of goddess.
Which she was. But. You know. He was her goddess.
"All right. ALL RIGHT. Enough of this s**t. We oughtta-"
.. Did someone just shoot a goddamn cannon? Robert stared at the cannon, immediately recognizing that it was the cannon that he had been shot out of, and tilted his head. Somehow, shooting a cannon would make him feel a little better.
"Oi. Uh." s**t, what was Petra even calling herself? He tugged on her leg and nudged his chin sharply at the cannon. "Let's shoot some s**t."
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 9:44 pm
If she hadn't been currently engaged to a two foot tall gnome, Petra might have been exceptionally flustered at the tug to the sundress she was wearing, which could have possibly resulted in Robert flying across the Floresctival again. As it was, however, she remembered before she whipped around to punch his little road-kill body, instead responding with a slight jump and a downward flick of her head, her mildly-startled eyes meeting Robert's. Normally, it might have been mildly disconcerting to have a small man look up one's skirt, but it was a little different in their case -- for one, he wasn't normally small... on any level. He'd also happened to have seen a lot more than that in the years they'd been dating. So instead of an embarrassed look, she merely gave him a curious one instead, tilting her head to the side with interest as he stumbled over what to call her, politely waiting a few breathes before correcting him.
"Page," she replied, without much hestitation. It helped that she'd considered it before she'd gotten here -- in the end she had decided that 'Pandora' was far too conspicuous, and none of them here could really be called anything like that. And she certainly didn't want to stick out. Sliding a strand of short, silver hair behind her ear, she glanced over at the cannon he had motioned towards with his head, quirking an eyebrow mildly before turning back to him, offering a bewildered look.
"Why?"
Still, despite the question she moved towards the cannon, eyeing it for a moment before dropping one of the cannon cat plushies (she had no idea what they were, but Riley might have congratulated her on that,) into the barrel of the cannon. Robert was very good at convincing her things she normally would not do were a good idea.
"....pull...?"
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Bilious rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 11:43 pm
Positively beaming that the lovely lovely patchwork ghoul had taken an interest in his work, Christof practically floated behind her like a bad hangover, wrapping a knuckle proudly on the thing that just barely held itself together with each blast, reverently shoving the paintball gun into her hands before (as he felt it was) suavely reaching around her to show her how to aim. As though reacting purely to instinctive thought, that mysterious third arm slipped from under his coat and around her, gingerly giving her soft flesh a squeeze as though testing the ruggedness of her handywork. Maybe. Or he was being a hormonal teenage boy with no real control over his third appendage. And then he fired the cannon. BOOM!
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:28 am
After being certain that others had a chance, Marosa approached the cannon again and was determined to try his luck a second time! He grinned slightly in anticipation and worry, grabbing his gun and getting ready before shouting,
"PULL!"
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