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 Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 10:15 pm
(( What the hell, I hate my internet. D: ))
"Go, ghouls, go!" Down went the yeti, and urrrrrrrp went his stomach. Mort made a face before hustling to Alwine, not liking the crunch sound he'd heard when the thermos hit her. Snatching the rolling thermos (and getting his hand dribbled upon with leaking blood), he outstretched his other hand. "C-Can stand?" the zombie asked, not sure how to tell when there was no face to look at.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 10:34 pm
Alwine looked up at the zombie boil and took his hand to help steady herself as she floated up to her usual height.
"Yes, I should be all right. I must admit, I was very surprised..." she brushed some dust off of her dress with her free hand and looked at the thermos.
"At least Chuppi's thermos looks all right. I was worried since that disgusting thing was chewing on it..."
She pat Mort on the wrist and added: "Thank you."
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 2:07 am
The music once again goes quiet all over campus, and in the silence, the turning of gears growls and grinds deep underground seems louder than ever. And then even louder until the air is vibrating with the thunderous rhythm. The forms of defeated foes soon begin to waver and then...not quite dissipate, but rather turn misty, into a fog of sorts. The wisps of their remains travel outward and upward, until the sky above the school is dark with the restless fog.
Some students may find it...familiar. And when the clockwork cacophony shifts and twists, subtly, ever so slowly into a chorus of terrible, dark whispers...it becomes very familiar indeed.
The air is soon full of hundreds of voices, a speaking at once in a maddening hum of confusion, anger, and a crushing, mind-numbing loneliness.
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