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 Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:05 pm
Pyroth had been keeping a low profile for a while, helping himself to alcohol now and again, as it was he was now more than a little tipsy, sitting on the floor beside one of the tables watching what was going on. He'd spotted those horrid tentacles or Richard's again and bristled, not wanting smacked again, his chin still sore from last time.
Finally deciding to go and listen in on some of the conversations, he walked (shakily) into the main crowd, being careful that no one fell over him as low down as he was. Maybe some bored or drunken soul would actually be inclined to talk to a coyote dressed as Mark Antony.
The absurdity of the whole situation amused him greatly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:06 pm
"They're sock puppets Gallen, they'd hurt as much as getting wacked with a pillow.
Richard carefully tightened that new muscle that he was begining to think of as a tentacle "safety switch", then looked down at Oz and chuckled. "Sorry about that Oz. Only had my tentacles a week, they're still a bit unruly." He leaned over to offer a hand up.
Then Shenzi closed her hand around one of those same tentacles. In her hand is was warm. The skin is slick, but not wet or slimey. She can feel the muscles moving around a core of something hard.
Something in Richard's brain flips. He stands bolt upright, spine stiff. Its an entirely new sensation to him, something had closed around his delicate tentacle. It was a volation!
A inhuman growl bubbled up from his chest, he whipped around, tearing the tentacle from Shenzi's grasp. With it came his outstretched fist trying to knock her back.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:07 pm
Once Alec had reached the designated table, he went about pouring himself a drink as he whistled through his teeth, the sound entirely drowned out by the music to all but himself. Seeing as Nita looked awefully preoccupied with socializing with people and he hadn't a clue of who they were, the teen simply leaned against the table and sipped at his drink while peering through the crowd.
Not surprisingly, it didn't take him long to notice the awkwardly half-dressed... person, next to him. It disturbed him slightly that he couldn't tell if it was male or female, the reptilian skin reminded him of Amaya though and he prayed it wasn't so. Even yet he leaned forwards to peer at the individual, outwardly staring at them for quite some time before offering the general comment of "Nice... dress?" to catch their attention.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:10 pm
"It's attached," Nita told Oz, her voice tired.
She flinched and jumped backwards as the tentacles shot out. "Hojeez! Get a hold of yourself, Richard!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:12 pm
"But what is life if it can't be interesting once in a while?
And that is quite the benefit of living here, wouldn't you say?? Never a dull moment."
She lef the cat fall, so that she was clutching it by the tail alone. Its head flopped strangely. No, it was not a real cat. It looked more like a deformed Hello Kitty doll. But the boney tail looked bizzarely real, as though the doll were made of real parts.
"No, never a dull moment."
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:14 pm
Aislinn tilted her head thoughtfully,
"I suppose that's true...though I don't know if I'd call that necessarily a benefit. Turning into a dinosau...well, animal..." she was now perfectly convinced that it wasn't just dinosaurs, she'd seen animals that simply weren't prehistoric when she'd been glancing about the room.
"Do you know what you're turning into yet?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:16 pm
Shenzi let out a sound of surprise as she fell backwards into someone, she couldn't tell who. That was definately a controlled reaction; nothing robotic would respond like that. As that thought processed, her eyes slowly widened, as what Nita had tried to explain the other day slowly dawned. "No, not right..." Was all she could say, mumbling under her breath. "Zpropadeně , hrome až k peklo..." The blueberry started talking in another language, one that most probably wouldn't recognize. She held a hand to her forehead, eyes shut as she pushed herself up off the ground.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:22 pm
She sighed. No, they wouldn't consider this good times, would they? But then again, why shouldn't they? They had everything they could want here. They were treated better than she was! Goodness knows Sabin paid more attention to them then her.
"Do I? ... No, no. I rather like surprises." She smiled, and it wasn't completely clear as to what was hidden behind it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:25 pm
Hmmm... He had missed something. Or forgotten it. Either one. The ghost thing had gone, a Roman sock puppet had nearly slapped him in the face, and he had wisely edged back towards the drink table. And there he remained, sitting on the edge of the table, sipping idly at the half filled bottle of alcohol. And then someone spoke, and he heard the word 'dress', which of course meant they were speaking to him. Lifting his head, he glanced over to Alec and grinned wryly, snickering. "Innit? Duvert decided it'd be fun t' dump me innit. 'Ow y'been, terrfyin' clown Alec?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:25 pm
"Ahhh..." Aislinn shifted uncomfortably. Something about this woman set her nerves jumbled more than just the creatures surrounding her had,
"I'm Aislinn, by the way. Aislinn Derry."
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:27 pm
Richard growled at Shenzi, bearing his enlarge canines, his eyes gleaming with predatory intent. For a moment he just stood there, glaring. Slowly rational thought came filtering back into his mind.
"Don't touch those." The voice was gutteral and filled with implyed malice.
Then his brain cobbled together what he had done, his face fell and he turned away. "Sorry." he mumble. He still felt angry and volated. He could still feel the place she had touched him. He was breathing heavily as he forced himself to calm down.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:29 pm
"Ginerva," she announced perkily. She stuck out the hand holding the knife, to offer a shake. The knife pointed dangerously close to Aislinn's face. Ginerva smiled brightly.
"Oops! Sooo sorry about that..." she took the knife in her other hand and re-offered the hand. "It is an indescribable pleasure, Aislinn."
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:32 pm
Ambrose, stomach now full of festive food - and a great deal of delicious meat, not to mention a good drink, was feeling positively social again. Fortunately, he had missed the earlier confrotnations and near-confrontations, but he didn't miss the sock puppet that went sailing across the room... and the tense man in a toga.
Richard? He had changed... and by the jerking tentacle attached to his back, not into something pleasant.
He knew the warning signs, getting to his feet again and putting a hand on Angelna's to say that he'd find her again later, he got to his feet, pardoned himself as he passed by Alec, and fetched the doll, carrying it over to Richard.
With a hesitant note in his voice and a steadying arm, he entered the grouping. THe man was tense and the last thing that needed to happen was him lashing out again at more attendees.
"Richard? Richard! Heeey, man, it's Ambrose. I.. Think you must have lost this." Ambrose spoke directly to him, trying to snag his attention.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:33 pm
Aislinn jerked back, though her reactionw as incredibly slowed by her previous dullness. Still, at least she'd been awakened from her stupor,
"Eh..." she looked at the other woman more cautiously now, observing the offered hand before she shook it, and did so,
"Ginerva, huh? That's an odd name. German or something?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:34 pm
Alec nearly choked on his drink as he realized who exactly it was covered in that horrible malfunctioning piece of garment, though he couldn't decided whether he was going to laugh histerically or feel guilty for egging on a victim of a staff prank. The first option fell short as the drunk went down sidways, the burning of the alcohol reaching the sides of his neck by some means that baffled the youngster. "'Oleh shite man, thas th'worst prank eveh." The boy managed to sputter a chuckle, covering his mouth from the effort after administering a playful nudge to the snake-man's shoulder. "Ye look li' ol' Molleh Bobe' on th'cuh-neh o' Eighth n' Pine!"
Once his amusement died down, he continued the conversation though it was tough to concentrate now without cracking somesort of grin. "So an' so, ups n' downs. "Ow's ye been, mate?"
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