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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 4:53 pm
TG just raised a thick eyebrow at the Reaper. "I'm sure you were stuck in a snowglobe." The sarcasm was laid on thick. First Roch. Now Mot. Why did everyone think it fun to tease the new guys? Welp, he wasn't THAT stupid. A imp like him wasn't born yesterday. It would take more than that to trick 'ol TG.
Biting his eyescream cone and swallowing a mouthful, he considered his own abilities. "I use my smoke jump all the time. Very useful. You should try it out more often. I can do mine without really thinking." Then he winced as a sharp pain shot through his head. Damn brainfreeze. He just wanted to eat his eyescream. Licking took too long.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 5:12 pm
Wh...he.. didn't believe him? But why? Mot pouted, clearly not happy to be doubted. "That isn't the strangest thing to happen here either." He grumbled, licking his eyescream mournfully.
"Woah, really?" All the time. Well, it made sense for him, since he was so small. It probably came in handy quite often. "Well, I tried using mine to walk through walls, but it didn't work. It only seems to work for quick dodges."
Mot looked over as TG seemed to suffer from brain freeze, earning a cackle from the reaper. "Ate it too fast?"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 5:25 pm
"You can't go through walls. You're not a ghost - not that anyone would want to be. You're only moving your Fear from one point to another. You can't break it up and go through a solid object. Found out you can't go through holes that are smaller than you either." He found that out when he was a kid. "At least that is how mine works. You should experiment more. That way you know and don't wind up getting stuck and wind up being all over BooTube."
He rubbed his head, and took another bite of his eyescream. "Brain freezes are nothing." He said, but winced again soon after when another sharp pain spiked through his skull. JACKIT! Dumb Eyescream! Be delicious and not so jackin cold! He wanted the cone already!
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:09 pm
"Well, yeah." Mot chuckled. Of course he wasn't a ghost. Still, in his curiosity he'd tried anyway.
"Right. Nothing. Sure." Mot smirked as TG seemed to deal with yet another bout of Brain Freeze. Mot continued to eat his at a snails pace, lapping up whatever threatened to drip from the cone.
He then realized; TG never returned the hat yet. And he never answered him when he mentioned that it would need to be returned soon. Mot stared down at his hat, still perched on the demon's head.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:15 pm
TG was eating his eyescream when he noticed he was being watched. Looking over, he saw Mot looking at him. If he wanted his eyescream, he wasn't getting a lick. It was his. Yet Mot wasn't saying anything and he was just getting more unsettled by that look.
"Wanna put your phone number in my eyephone?" He said, hoping that would keep Mot's creepy gave off of him. That and when the boil was distracted, he could scoot down the bench a little bit. He could only hope Mot wasn't getting a crush on him just because he was giving him eyescream.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:17 pm
"Huh? Uh, sure.." He could always use an extra friend after all. Mot took up the phone when offered, inputing his number. When he turned to give it back, he paused, noting the space between them.
His eyes narrowed.
"You aren't trying to make off with my hat, are you?"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:57 pm
"No." TG stated, adjusting the hat now that it was mentioned. "Why would I do that?" He was just wearing it. "It's not THAT great." After adjusting it a moment more, he resumed eating his eyescream but paused to reach out and take his eyephone. Ahh. It felt nice to have it back.
"Not like I can outrun you anyways." He took another lick. "And I need a ride back."Feeling his brain was unthawed, he took another bite of his icecream, now finally having reached the cone.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 7:00 pm
Oh. Maybe he was wrong. Being a boil who was generally forgiving and perhaps a little too trusting at times, he shrugged it off.
"True enough." Mot seemed appeased and got back to his treat, trying to finish it off before he lost what little appetite he had; which was already waning quite a bit.
As soon as he got to the cone, his bites were already getting smaller. He was so done with this eyescream.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 7:05 pm
Not that TG wouldn't have taken it if the boil had just forgot he had it. It was a nice hat - ya know, just to wear because he didn't have a cooler hat to wear.
Gifted with a big mouth, TG had finished his eyescream and licked his fingers before looking back up at the hat. "So are you a cowboil? Do you ride a horse or something?" Just how dedicated was he to his general ensemble? Was his dad a sheriff?
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 7:10 pm
Ah.. this topic. This had been the second time he'd been asked. Mot sighed a bit, and rubbed his neck, a nervous smile once again on his face. "I've ridden skeletal horses before, but no, I'm not an actual cowboil." He admitted, feeling a little shamed.
He was just a big fan of cowboils.
A big fan.
"I think I was born into the wrong family." He said jokingly.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 7:20 pm
TG winced again, rubbing his temples, opening one eye to look over at Mot. "Which family were you born into them? Mermaids?" He kidded, all the while interested to see if Mot was tied to any family of power or notoriety.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 7:25 pm
"Hahaa! No, just regular every day Reapers." He said with a dismissive hand wave. He actually didn't know much about his extended family, and very little about what his own parents did. "City dwelling reapers. I would have loved to grow up in the country side." That's where Mot's heart belonged to. The wide open country. Hay barrels, open fields.
Insert dreamy sigh here.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 7:50 pm
"What's so great about the country? Nothing but dirt and trees. If you want to get away, find a beach. At least you can DO something there. You might think it's fun out there, cowboil, but after you trot around with a smelly horse for a while and start being eaten by bugs twice your size, it won't be so pretty." He stood up on the bench, taking his own liberties in puffing away and appearing back on Mot's shoulders. What? He said he'd take him back, right? TG was pretty sure he said that.
"Cities are better anyways. You want something and there is a store at least a block away that sells it. Powerhouses of Industry, companies tearing at each other's jugular to gain a monopoly, and the streets paved with Halloweeners who spend, spend, spend until they are up to their horns in debt. Oh, the interest." He breathed a dreamy sigh of his own, plopping his elbows on Mot's head and smiling as if remembering a fantasy world told to him as a child.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 8:25 pm
"But.. it's all so.." Mot looked for ways to defend his dream land, only to get distracted as TG poofed back onto his shoulders like a bigger version of a shoulder conscience.
He listened with strain as TG went on about the pros of city life, standing up to begin walking. "But I lived my whole life in the city, and I never really cared for it.." He lamented sulkingly, nibbling on his cone as he walked. "I went to visit Hel's hometown once and it was so amazing.."
Somehow, a movie about a mermaid princess came to mind.
Mot wanted to be part of that world.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 8:32 pm
"But what would you DO there? After all the horse riding. Sit on your back porch and watch Berry Nices all day? Do you know how ....PINK those things are?" He rubbed his eyes a moment. "Gives me eye strain just thinking about them."
Shaking his head, he flopped his arms over Mot's head and looked further ahead. "Who's Hel?"
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