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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:14 pm
TG wanted to gag. The hugging moment really was sickening, and all over a ratty cape? Sure...it looked warm, but it looked rather...Jack it! I did look warm. He guessed he'd understand, but it seemed a bunch of tears were enough to make the big lug get away with near murder. He watched, cringing as the massive boil bawled against his beauty. "Nothing wrong with a bit of passion. It's murder that tends to stretch it a bit, Sugar."
Then he looked back to the interloping boil that came up to interview his babe. "You don't need eyes to call up a dry cleaner." He pointed out, before looking back at the viking couple.
"That will be a pain though." As a fellow fur wearer, he did sympathize, but he doubted that the clump of fur was nearly as much as his jacket.
It was then that the Reaper came up to them and apologized. "Your little pet nearly tore down the entire store. If it can't behave, it should be dismissed or on a leash." He grumbled, in no way caring for the apology. Yellow eyes narrowed up at the boil. "Preferably a choke chain."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:28 pm
Hehe, Lou certainly knew what to call her if their relationship went south... Maybe even before that. He was Lou, after all. "Nope. Already told you that I don't have friends." The fact really didn't bother the boil as much as it would some people. For him, the whole world was his unofficial friend to gift chaos to. It was just a... One-way relationship. He was pretty used to them by now.
Damn, this ghoul was lazy. The vampire was surprised her a** hadn't turned to gelatin by now. Not bad at throwing though. He had managed to catch every article of clothing without effort. "Oh y'kn-eugh" He stuttered a little as he was grabbed by the collar like some dog. Well, this dog better get a bone by the end of the day (hurr hurr). Following her at a bit of a slant, Lou tried to continue. "Chasing tail. Watching people fight over sales. The good un-life." Oh wait. Were they finally heading towards the panties? Hot damn. "Might I recommend a g-string, madam?" If she was going to treat him like a butler, might as well talk like one. Haha. Butler. Add another 't' and it was buttler. He was so clever.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:29 pm
Ah, the little imp from before! "That much is understood," Vero stated with a small nod. "We assumed this would be done directly according to her diction. Still, we are curious . . ." Large dark eyes peered at the several feet of distance between them and the ghoul's face. "The mask gives the illusion of punctured holes, punctuated by supporting themes of spikes in arms. Is it magic, or the result of such different heights between us? Or perhaps something else entirely . . .?" It was like he was speaking of the ghoul like she was a painting to be observed, analyzed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:34 pm
For something so small the imp had a big mouth. False turned pivoting in his boots before dropping into a crouch to get closer to the small demon green eyes narrowing behind his glasses.
"Yes. My little 'pet' nearly took the store apart. Yes. My little 'pet' upset the Drugar over there. Yes. My little 'pet' might cause a lot of trouble, but that 'pet' is a familiar." He held out a hand towards the small imp a ball of flame the size of a baseball flickering to life. "And that little trouble maker of a furball is bound to me till the end of time and all oblivion." He rolled the fireball around his hand lazily.
"Now. If you would like to instruct me on how to work with my familiar please, go on. I'll be sure to inform him of that while he's using you as a chew toy. While I may disagree and complain about him I will not have some little smart mouthed imp telling me what to do are we clear?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:35 pm
"You may." Zee answered back easily, letting her fingers slide free from his collar. "Are you often successful in your pursuits of the flesh?" She asked curiously, flicking through stacks and piles of panties. "No offense, but you're rather rough around the edges. Unrefined. Rude." She giggled, pulling up a few pairs of underwear and flicking them at the boil.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:40 pm
It was so hard to stay serious when Herryk kept saying tits. Did no one else find that painfully hilarious? Come on now.
"I knows, baby boil. I knows. I just wondered where it comes from. And I was not happy Mac founds himself a reason to be textings me, anyway. Let alone that."
There was, like.. a crowd, or something, and Freya slid down off Herryk and made herself more presentable. This included making sure no skirts were riding up and everything was, well, in place. She had been a little overexcited to see Herryk after all.
"Is the play over?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:41 pm
TG was not going to be lectured by some idiot reaper, and he narrowed his eyes even more, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for the boil to finish. "Are you done?" He asked, before taking the silence as a indication he could start.
"I don't know who to feel worse for. The cat or you. You're a perfect fit for being a pair of idiots. Not only is your familiar untrained that it ran off without your supervision, but you allowed it to just run around as it pleased. A reaper who can't even control it's familiar is pathetic. As for that flame ball there." He looked at it with a raising, thick eyebrow. "I have matches that produce larger blazes. Do I look like I'd mind the heat?" To which he opened his arms and shook them to demonstrate his VERY thick jacket. He'd be happy for the warmth. "So unless you intent to start a burn barrel to warm my hands, how about you take your gunky cat and ooze off or do you need Deam Boat over there to continue where he left off?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:52 pm
Lattice gazed over at False, "It is alright...He needed to be kept safe."
Truly Lattice wasn't too sad about it so long as Sharpie was kept in one piece. Lattice stared down at TG and blinked a bit behind her mask, "I suppose you are very right, but I don't think my friend would murder anyone..."
..Would Herryk murder people? She didn't know. She hoped not.
Then her attention was taken by the new voice talking to her again and she looked toward him, "Um, well I suppose it does. Our eyes do not get punctured until a certain time. I have not yet reached that honor within my clan."
Then unhappy voices of False and TG and suddenly Lattice's fingertips were twisting at each other in nerves. So much upset....! What should she do?
"Please do not fight..." she said softly. Emotions kept running low and high around her and it was hard for her to keep her composure.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:52 pm
"I have been." He answered almost immediately with a grin that exposed his elongated canines. Truth be told they were some drunk floozies who didn't care what diarrhea spewed fourth from his gaping mouth hole, but that was beside the point. Often, though?
No. No that wasn't the case. He decided to withhold that information, however. "So you know I'm experienced." He cooed the word at her... And received a pair of panties to the face. Then another. And another. And, oh would you look at that? One pair landed on his head like a misshapen horse shoe. The little miscolored 'horn' locks stood out from each leg hole... Leaving him looking very much like some sick pervert who had come in to wear women's lingerie. "Oh, you wound me with your callous words." The boil mumbled sarcastically, his creepy eyes now covered with a lacy material. "I take it that fact doesn't turn you off from the way you just giggled. Amirite?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:59 pm
"I don't care for him no.." Neil shook his head at the ghoul. It didn't surprise him in the least that Ri-Ri and Siobhan liked him. Not that he questioned their taste, but everyone seemed to like JD's music. Everyone but him a select few other haters that was. "I find him over rated and over polished. And too main stream," He crossed his arms and pretended to look else where. Really he was watching Siobhan in the corner of his eye.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 8:01 pm
Herryk sent a seething glare at the red-haired boil before turning his attention back to Freya and Lattice. Well, mostly Freya, since Lattice currently had a small harem of boils surrounding her.
"Herryk does not know. After Sura dragged Tits away, Herryk stormed out. It was .. the middle of the play, and Chuppi was upset so by this time everyone was vomiting -- and then Hel started to sing just as Herryk walked out of the theater." Herryk snorted.
"Herryk hopes that Tits wept, very much. Herryk still wishes to punch Tits, but ... Herryk might already be in trouble after disrupting the play, so Herryk does not want to press his luck."
That being said, Herryk shot a glance at the little red thing that had seemed so upset at the affection that Herryk had shown Freya. Lifting a brow, Herryk jerked his chin forward.
"What is that little man?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 8:05 pm
It was just too much. Freya snorted and put her hand on her mouth when Herryk said he hoped tits wept, but when he said he wanted to punch tits, she lost it.
Freya was now a laughing mess of valkyrie in his arms, screeching with laughter into his chest.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 8:11 pm
Oho~ Experienced. Zee licked her lips and spared the boil a glanced. "You'd be right. I happen to appreciate..um.. honesty." She said with a slick smile. "Mind games, the thrill of the chase.. so tiring, really." The ghoul yawned as if to emphasize just how much work it all was. "I don't like having to work for what I want."She sashayed over to the boil, hanging a G-string off of his ear. "Bras next. Then I'll take you to any store you want. I feel like buying you a present~." She coo'd darkly, tracing a finger along his jaw line before slowly sliding toward the bras. Siobhan was pouting. With big wobbly eyes of sad. "O-Oh..." The ghoul fidgeted with her long dress, looking around anxiously. "W-what music do you enjoy? Anything.. that... is...uh..." Her white eyes fixated on where her feet probably were under the long dress. "L-loud?" Siobhan likes loud music. Loves it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 8:19 pm
Neil turned his head back to Siobhan to observe her better. She seemed, it was hard to say. Upset? He wasn't sure. With most ghouls, Neil just wasn't ever sure. He was quiet when she asked what sort of music he liked. Just for a moment though. "Loud, yeah some I suppose," He lifted his headphones and placed them on the ghosts head. A band that sounded like they had recorded in a garage was playing. The sound was unfinished and almost rough. Loud could be a term to describe it. The vocals were not something anyone could understand with the loudness of the instruments, but it was evident that some one was singing -something-.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 8:22 pm
((Elden is a Quest)) The adventures through the Maul were proving to be much less entertaining than the demon had first thought. Not that Elden had high hopes for the place, and in fact he sort of dreaded the thought of it, but still.. He needed to roam and frolic and investigate like the annoying, nosy gnat that he was.
.. perhaps later. After.. a nap.
The boil had calmed significantly in his new position, the momentum dying just as drastically as his adrenaline seemed to be. His eyes were starting to shut ever so slowly, his mouth falling ajar while drool seeped from its corners..
Wait a minute. Was he even breathing?
For the unfortunate two who had to suffer his presence, the silence was probably all too welcomed; even if it would come at the Spriggan's discomfort. HE would sooner pass out than get the opportunity to tackle the canine!
Because rough-housing with wolves was totally a norm for the tiny elven folk. Totally.
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