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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 9:57 pm
King was very thirsty and with someone saying something about punch- well, he'd had tea all night. Was the punch really that good? Also what the jack was even-
Scarentines was crazy.
Not only that but. Augh- Oh.
Jack.
Things- green and he was feeling sick.
And he suddenly really wanted a cuddle buddy.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 9:59 pm
Nobody was listening to him. Why were his subjects not listening to him. As he glared down at all of the unworthy, weak little peons, he considered what he might be doing wrong. And then he realized he was missing something crucial.
His crown.
He kneeled down for a moment, gathered up some paper cut-out hearts, and plucked the toothpicks out of the horror d'oeuvres. One by one, the hearts were connected with the toothpicks to make a long string. Satisfied with his work, he looped it back around to make a circle, pinned the last two together, and placed his beautiful, glitterpurple paper crown on his head.
Ready to take them on again, he straightened up, cleared his throat again, and made another attempt.
"Listen, plebes, I'm trying to be friendly, but it appears my attempts are going above your head. So if you'll just give me a little bow or curtsy or even a wave, one of those would be okay too, we can all get back to normal here."
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:00 pm
Calder bunched the fabric of the shirt in his hands about Barth's chest, and with one pull of his hand, tore at the fabric until it ripped it to shreds. He held the prize in his hand, and played with it, before looking at the now shirtless demon.
"Now I'm feeling a little warm." He said with a smile, looking up at the demon. Maybe he'd just have more punch.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:02 pm
"We'll be okay, we'll be okay, we'll be okay, we'll be okay...." Shehk repeated this over and over again even as she shifted to cower with Jericho in a closer proximity to the floor. "Do you think they can see us?"
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Lucyal rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:04 pm
Oh. Hel. No. Even having desu vision and her chest swelling with the power of LOVE, Hel would not take this laying down. Oh hel no Herryk was not talking to her like that. Hel just stared up at the draugr with a blank face. “ Wait right there, friend.” She marched back over to the punch bowl, and snatched herself another cup, downing it. Dear Jack, she really needed that…were things tinted purple now too? Even more sparkly as well? Anyways. Back to bitching Herryk out. Hel’s heels clacked hard on the floor as she made her way back to Herryk, feeling rather…dare she say beautiful and mysterious until she came to a stop in front of the draugr. The ghoul made a fist then, and if Herryk didn’t move to stop her, the ghoul socked the undead boil right in the gut. “ You know what, Herryk?” The reaper hissed, her tone back to haughty once more. “ I do not demand nor boss him around! He does it all because he loves me. Also, tomorrow, I will not be such a Hel. Tomorrow, I will be a Mrs. O’Boyle.” Hel flipped her hair over her shoulder as well. “ You know what you should do as well? You should actually grow a beard like a Jack damn man! What is that on your face right now? Beaver trimmings? HA! It’s pathetic! You are pathetic. You know, that is one thing Thor had on you. He actually had a real beard.” Oh snap. s**t just got real. Never mind that Mot had no facial hair. He wasn’t the subject, and Hel liked him without a beard, okay. Mot was perfect just the way he was. Skinny a** and all.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:07 pm
Malodore turned its head sharply, then rose slowly and paced towards the intruding pumpkin. There was a long pause before it bent down and picked the thing up....
When it returned to Riley, its eyes were shining behind the lenses. "It is the symbol of our unholy union, mia cara," it said, voice husky with... well, hopefully tears. It held it out to her, tenderly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:13 pm
It had promised it wouldn't leave her, and there it went, leaving her alone again. She whined every second it was gone, until it turned around and held the pumpkin up, and her whines were cut off after they rose in pitch sharply. Her eyes widened and she shuffled back against the stall, trying to get away from it.
But.. but.... Mmmmalodore, that's..
A moment of normalcy returned to her and she hissed at it, but the haze of the day followed by the punch effect fell like a blanket on her sense of reason, smothering it completely, and all she could say as she looked from the pumpkin, to Malodore, is a shaky, nervous, almost childish sounding response.
We're not even married yet. She made it sound so scandalous.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:17 pm
Malodore ducked its head, awkwardly. "You do not... like it? It is so round! Look, it has the curvature of your skull," it said, holding out two claws like calipers and measuring the pumpkin with care.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:20 pm
There was the tiniest of parts deep down in her mind that was still screaming to get it away. She wanted that pumpkin so far from her, that she would have thrown it out the window, if she could think straight. But all she could see was Malodore's disappointment, and she whimpered, pulling the plague doctor back into the stall.
No, no, I like it, I do! But is it not custom to have the scarelings after the marriage, not before? We're not ready! We will not do the poor thing justice!
Oh Jack, what was even..
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:23 pm
"After? Oh..." Malodore gave the pumpkin a forlorn look, the brightened. "Ah, of course! When Christof returns, we shall put it in the freezer and cryogenically preserve it until our love can be consummated in accordance with custom, law, and all possible formality." That settled, it patted the pumpkin once and put it down on the nearest toilet seat, where it wobbled and then fell through the hole.
There was a splash.
"... That will prepare it for freezing," Malodore said, hurriedly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:24 pm
Taryn didn't notice Herryk's departure, or even anything that was going on around her, really. She had eyes only for Mort... mostly because looking around was kind of hard at the moment. Honestly, it had to be 4 in the morning.
Feeling particularly bold, the chimera took her boil's hand and led him out to the dance floor, still leaning on his heavily as they danced. This was the most contact she'd ever had with someone of the opposite gender, and later she would be horrified by it. Such things happened at Amityville.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:24 pm
It took a surprisingly short period of time for Christof to ninja-hobble-dance his way across campus, leaving soggy footprints in his wake.
He knew where the BESTEST BEST bed in the whole of amityville lay, and he wanted only the best for his Mistress. She looked so upset, a good place to sleep would be fantastic. Yes, yes, only the best.
Barth's bed proved too heavy to lift on his own, but with careful finagling, folding, and utilizing of rope and all three of his arms, he was able to drag the mattress down, across the floor, through the doorway, down the hallway of the Demon Dorms, and down the path to the place the scarentine's party was taking place.
He huffed and groaned and trotted and jiggled across the floor, dragging the now muddy matress behind him, eyes narrowed on the bathroom door.
Yes, yes, yes, and then he will victory dance for his Job Well Done and Mistress would dance with him on the soft soft mattress, it would be amazing.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:26 pm
(Why did I...oops...IGNORE THIS POST. I derped).
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:29 pm
Quivering, Jericho began to rock back and forth in place. However, as he stared at the ground, he suddenly saw something spawn and grow between his legs. It was pink. And it was definitely an elephant. Eyes went wide and he jumped back with a yelp.
"GET AWAY. GET AWAAAAAY!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:33 pm
Riley heard the splash, and felt her arm beg to lean over and just.. push.. that.. flusher.. BUT NO. It was a symbol of their love, and their new life together in the bathroom.
What.
Riley curled up under Malodore's arm once more, and looked at the pumpkin.. that was in the toilet.
Everything is moving so fast, mia cara.. She whispered quietly, shivering in his arms. Even now that we live in this safe place, waiting to cryogenically freeze the vessel for our unborn scareling, I feel as though time is rushing past us, waiting to pounce on us with yet another tragedy.
Her eyes flit from left to right, warily looking for usurpers within their new home.
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