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 Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:20 pm
Calder wasn't getting what was going on, but he frowned at his saddle bag and looked back at Demi and then at Bul. "Sorry. I don't carry stockings with me." He lifted a hoof and pointed. Clearly they didn't make stockings for hooves.
"I think your legs are fine as they are." He said, trying to be reassuring. "Don't he?" Calder said, beaming back at Demi who seemed to approve of the kilt. Then again, who didn't look good in a kilt? Nobody! That's what!
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:23 pm
Herryk really wasn't sure what was going on in the room when another group joined his own -- all he knew was there was a whole lot of nakedness going on, and it made him vaguely uncomfortable. He probably looked a little too long at the nude ghouls before he choked and covered his eyes.
It wasn't that he was attracted by the sight, it was just so unexpected that he couldn't help but stare for a split second.
Next thing he knew Freya would be -- wait, was Calder taking off his shirt? Herryk sent a sidelong glance at Barth who seemed very very interested in his shoes. Barth was still dressed. Herryk couldn't help but feel as if he'd rather be anywhere but right here.
"Freya does not need to be looking at ghouls," Herryk groaned, still hiding his eyes behind his hand.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:28 pm
Calder's ear caught the sound of Herryk and turned to look over his shoulder to see the boil was very sad looking. He wasn't even looking over at them either. Frowning, he decided to help. The last thing he wanted was for the first years to go into another fight and not talk.
"Freya, stop that! Herryk doesn't like you looking at the ghouls. Look at the boils instead." There. Problem solved.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:32 pm
Freya laughed at Demi's darkening blush, but when Herryk told her not to look at ghouls, and Calder addendum'd that she should look at boils, she rose a single eyebrow, gave a glance at Herryk, and then snickered.
"I don't thinks that's what he means, but if Herryk is saying Freya should be lookings at the boils.."
She shrugged. Calder was just making things worse, and Freya couldn't help but.. help. It was too funny.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:36 pm
Herryk snorted. He knew that Freya knew exactly what he'd meant to say, but he couldn't keep the sour note out of his voice.
"Freya can look at whoever she wants." His tone said otherwise, but far be it from him to put a damper on the naked-party. Hmph.
Okay, so Herryk was acting like a big baby, but he was banged up, sitting alone, and feeling a little sorry for himself.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:37 pm
Calder didn't know what Herryk meant and then turned to Herryk. "Who should she look at then?" He wasn't getting it, but it was a small concern. Calder resumed shuffling through his bag. "I still have a spare shirt here and...OH! I have hair oil. I can fix someone's hair!" He called out, waving the bottle above his head.
A bottle that, unfortunately, popped open, showering everyone around in a fragrant oil. "AHH! That was my best bottle!" He cried, and looked at the now empty bottle.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:41 pm
Freya patted Demi on his cheek as means of saying goodbye, before returning to the sulking draugr. She stood above him, one leg on either side, and her hands pressed against her hips. It was, all in all, a triumphant pose, and it was clear her sour mood had long passed.
"Whoever she wants, hmm? Whatever she wants too, ja?" And like the cheeky ghoul she was, she bent in and tugged on his loincloth, threatening to-
-Oil. Oil splattered all over her bloomer covered a** and legs. Just. Just what.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:41 pm
You get me some stockings and Ill wring them around your neck. Bul thought to himself.
Eyeballing Herryk and Freya he couldn't help but feel that the two were kin.
However his thoughts were interrupted by the strong scent from Calder's oil and waved his hand in front of his face huffing. "Heeey! Watchit Calder-" Choking on the strong smell he keeled forwards with a soft pant. "Jack... damnit.." The half beast sprawled out until he could breathe clearly again.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:48 pm
Demi rubbed his sore cheek and watched as Freya went over to Herryk and grabbed at his. ooop! He didn't waste a second averting his eyes from the next student about to lose his clothing when all of a sudden there was purple rain A shower of oil from above and even he wasn't able to avoid it.
Chest, arms, legs soaked.
And his hair, his poor fluffy and gravity defying hair, dropped like his tail and hung in clumps next to his ears.
The wet pinup dog look was complete."Great, just great." he growled out as he wiped the oily residue from his face.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:48 pm
Bea was just about to call out for Calder to do her hair... that is until the bottle exploded. The oil from the bottle got all over Bea's nightgown. "What the hell?!" looking down to see she had been wearing the wrong dress. With the oil, her nightgown is now almost see-through, showing her blue and white undergarments, like a wet t-shirt contest.
Now covered in oil and glitter, things really couldn't get worse, could it?
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:49 pm
She giggled at Bea when she looked at the valkyrie weird. Trying not to be rude though she coughed, "Well..... she would've been willing to eat you from your spookie suit I bet. Shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth."
When Bea was at least better dressed Willow let her tail drop and flicker idly, her gaze shiftin to every one that was talking back and forth occasionally before tilting her head at Calder who had some oil before it opened and showered everyone. She sneezed having gotten some in her nose. "Holy Jack, Calder. That's a bit strong," She wrinkled her nose and sniffled.
"Oh, what sort of rooms have you guys been in so far?" Willow asked looking towards Calder and Barth since they were a little less busy than Freya and Herryk.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:50 pm
Herryk harrumphed up until the moment that Freya reached for his loincloth. At that, he grasped Freya's wrist and shot her 'a look' -- one that promised retribution in all of the worst (or best?) ways.
And then. The oil.
The smell caught him by surprise, and he really didn't quite understand what was going on until he caught sight of small rivers of oil slipping their way down Freya's legs.
It was like a work of art.
Herryk admired those rivulets of oil in something of a daze, as if nothing else existed, a half-smile on his face. It was obvious his thoughts had taken a terrible turn. A terrible, terrible turn.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:52 pm
Freya, however, was not in any sort of dazed admiration of the matter at hand. She was livid - she'd JUST GOTTEN these bloomers, and now they were OILY.
She pulled away, then moved to sit next to Herryk, and did something that only Demi would probably find anything less than ridiculous.
She rubbed her butt against the carpet.
"Damn it, Calder! Now I smells."
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:55 pm
"What's that?" Barth asked Willow in a strangled way. "What sort of bloomers we've been in so far? I err, I'm not quite sure if I, err. ...Err."
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:56 pm
Calder shoved the empty bottle back into his bag and frowned. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I thought it was closed tight." He was turning about, giving apologetic looks to everyone. "I'm sorry. I'll...I'll help..Uh..." He had just wanted to help. Reaching into his bag, he tried to find something that could wipe the oil but found nothing. He'd just have to make do He went over at the gasping boil and knelt down. "I'm sorry, Bul!"
He started to take his hands and try and wipe the oil off, but it was slippery and certainly not made for skin. All succeeded was moving it about the boil's back.
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