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 Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 7:24 pm
Incompatible. Purging the subject. His focus was on Calder and the chamber. ...Everyone's attention was on the chamber. With a lot of difficulty, he tore his eyes from the tube, and focused on something further down the tent.
"H-hey," Barth said, trying to get the couch's attention. "Psst."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 7:27 pm
Jude blinked at the whisper from Cass as he'd been watching the entire time with faint interest. It didn't look pleasant and yet he couldn't look away it almost felt morbid the way he watched.
"I ..don't know," he whispered back to her, "just glad I am not the one in there."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 7:33 pm
It was determined that the kelpie was not compatible with in turn made Tika frown. Her teams efforts would be wasted if he was purged. The teen didn't want another failure looming over her fellow hunters heads.
She stood there with her arms crossed and silently observed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 7:34 pm
Couch's attention had been on the light show and wondering why nobody loved it enough to come rescue it from these intruders. It had though that Ottoman had truly cared for it, but here it was. Amidst pokey things and drippy things and screaming things, none of which were delicious. And no rescue in site. By Lay-Z Boy, not even a peep from Table. And it was always flipping over s**t. What if they were going to reupholster it?
When it heard the demon's voice, it glanced his way. He didn't seem like a very happy demon...plus it's blood was nice and zesty. Carefully the couch scooted over to the cage in as subtle and unobtrusive manner as possible.
"As interesting as it is, moving about like that...orange is such a tacky colour for a couch." Apparently Couch's ninja skills were lost on the Life Hunter.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 7:44 pm
Tybalt growled lowly as the two fake reapers whispered to each other; watching the machine like it was some form of entertainment. It was disgusting! It should be them in there. Let them have a taste of their own cruelty! It would only be fair!
At least the machine wasn't cooperating fully yet... It meant they had a little more time to think of something--anything! But how much longer did they have and what exactly could they do? And what the heck was Barth doing?
It wasn't until the couch moved that the black dog nearly dropped his jaw in surprise. Here he had been thinking it was nothing more than some old decor---but it was moving!
Too bad that the one operating the machine noticed it too.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 7:47 pm
Bix watched the slow going process. As far as he could see right now, nothing much seemed to visibly be happening to Calder. He spaced out for just a moment and back in when Dr. H spoke to the couch.
He turned to see it had tried to 'sneak'. It didn't seem aggressive at the moment so he gave it a look. They all had weapons and could definitely take care of the thing if it started trouble.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 7:48 pm
"Oh no," Barth said, still quietly, in spite of suddenly gaining Dr. H's attention, "I think err- think it's a very handsome couch," Calder wasn't dead yet, wasn't a weapon...not yet, not yet, so little time...
"It's alright. Sort of beat you up a bit in there, didn't they?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 7:53 pm
Like Tybalt, Jove was shocked into stillness as the couch waddled in Barth's direction. Now that was unexpected. He had seen his fair share of haunted or otherwise animated furniture in his time in Halloween, but what on earth was something like that doing here of all places? And maybe... Did it have enough weight in it to break open their cages? Unless... The pup wondered if couches could get shocked too. And it looked like the guy in charge had noticed, and would send the others after it.His fluffy ears flopped back. As sad as it was, that couch could be their only hope for rescue! Maybe now was the time for the other shoe... He sat back and pulled the shoe off as quickly as he could, took aim, and threw it in the direction of the human thing that looked like a veterinarian. Maybe he would get as lucky with the second boot and distract him...
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 7:55 pm
With a sigh, the doctor took his hand away from the button, "No really, it's a very ugly couch, though I wouldn't wonder if hell was populated by interior designers. Go ahead and take the kelpie back to it's cell. Looks like more adjustments in order, and I am not about to condone Cael's wantonly wasteful ways."
The whispered voices faded but wouldn't quite leave Calder's ears. The only words that came through clearly were home and want, everything else was lost just beyond the kelpie's hearing.
"And do something about that couch, will you?"
A tiny shoe hit the doctor's chest, and tehre was a collective silence while he simply stared as it dropped lamely to the floor. "...admirable. But not quite effective. As you were, with the angst and plotting."
The doctor's form and murmured expletives were soon engaged once again with the generator.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 8:01 pm
Bix looked around but took the initiative to walk to the tube and open it. The kelpie still seemed weak so he grabbed him by the arm and led him to the still open cage. Trying to run, if it was a consideration, would be a bad idea with all these hunters present.
"C'mon.." He led the kelpie to his cage and nudged him inside before pushing it shut once more. He didn't ask, or care to, about any details from the doctor nor the prisoner.
"You guys do something with the couch?" He glanced back at his hunter team mates.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 8:04 pm
 Couch does it's best to look appropriately harmless and possibly adorable.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 8:06 pm
The couch. Tika had been bitten by said couch when all the battling and capturing had been going on. She frowned at the orange thing and sighed. Atti sighed as well.
Really. The couch.
Tika said nothing to Atti. The teen just wandered over towards the orange upholstered thing and sized it up. Now the thing was trying to look none threatening but Tika now knew better then to trust such a thing. She'd felt the bite during battle from sitting on it.
Though it had been a nice napping place. Untrustworthy, but snuggy.
"How should we deal with it?" She looked to Bix.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 8:06 pm
 "I, er...attacked it," said Gale to Bix, glancing over at the furniture in question.
"...several times.
"...but in my defense, it bit me first."
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Jove had the right idea. Ren eyed the one called "Doctor," then at the shoe that lay on the ground in front of him.
He debated doing the same thing, except his eyes were drawn away, towards the moving...thing.
...a couch?
What the Jack?
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 8:08 pm
Running was far from a possibly in his list right now and when the door was opened to the tube, Calder only flopped over on the ground. Grabbed, he was dragged back over to the cage and pushed it, and the kelpie stayed there he fell.
On the ground, he heard the click of the door shutting.....home...want home.... Calder spoke to himself. "I want us all to go home too." It kept speaking to him, and he shook his head. "Can't leave them." He whispered back, having what seemed to be a conversation with himself.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 8:11 pm
The young man stared at the couch and then watched Tika approach it. Jude didn't trust the couch or its attempt at being adorable.
'I wantsss one!'
'Can't have one. Hush.'
Jude reached up with a free hand and rubbed at a cheek, "Maybe we should ... burn it?"
Is that what one should do?
Jude wasn't sure what happened to the one that was put back to his cage but instead he let the crazy critter be crazy and talk to itself.
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