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 Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:41 pm
Freya squealed very quietly, and snagged the jerky. She almost put it in her mouth, but a quick glance at Mitsu's shy little huddle made her grin turn mischievous, and she curled her arms around Shun's shoulders and snuggled his cheek.
"Thanks yooou Shunny." She sing-songed, giving him a kiss on the cheek before hopping off. She was practically skipping over to Herryk's side, flopping down beside him and offering him half of her jerky as if she was the most adorably innocent ghoul in the world.
Not that he'd realize this, but offering him half her jerky was probably the biggest gesture of affection for her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:46 pm
Herryk grinned when he saw Freya with her bloomers full of charms. Yes. He was going to use every. Single. One. Of. Them. If they made it out of here alive. He really wanted to make it out of here alive. When she turned to the boil and placed her chin on his shoulder, that grin dissipated a little. When she snuggled his cheek, it slipped a little more. When she kissed him on the cheek, that smile was on the southbound train to frowny-face town. When she pranced over to him as adorable as can be, Herryk's nostrils flared. She was just being friendly. That's just how Freya was. He snatched that damned jerky out of her hand, threw it into his mouth, chewed with gnashing precision... and then stared at Freya.  >8C
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:52 pm
When she snagged the jerky, Shun thought she would run off. But no, instead she went on and hugged him. Tensing from the action as a reflex, he gritted his teeth while the urge to push her away rose quite a bit. Before he could do such a thing...
Freya used kiss!
It's super effective!
Shun is paralyzed. He can't move!
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:54 pm
Freya's hand felt like it had been burned. Not only had he taken the jerky without looking grateful, he was glaring at her like he was.. so mad. So mean. So.. so.. Her happy, blissful expression dropped like a stone, and she sat there, shifting slightly, trying to come to terms with this new face she'd never seen on Herryk before. At least, not when looking at her. She couldn't wrap her mind around it, but that expression made her want to go away. Fast.Freya was at a complete loss. And she was out one half a jerky piece. Things couldn't get any worse.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:03 pm
He wasn't going to get angry. He wasn't. He was just going to sit here and stew. It was just a harmless kiss on the cheek, right? Just a little kiss on the cheek. Harmless. Plus, she'd given him jerky, right? Right?
Besides, he didn't really have any claim on Freya, did he? Not officially, at least. Well, that's what he was trying to tell himself. It wasn't working. He couldn't help the way he felt about her. It was just... simple. Pure. Overwhelming. Herryk couldn't explain it.
He couldn't explain why seeing that simple, innocent little kiss hurt so much, either.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Herryk sat in silence. He had nothing to say.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:06 pm
Calder also was inspecting a protection charm. It was hard not to when a few were scattered on the floor. The ones that had escaped from being stuffed into the ghoul's underthings. He turned it over in his hand, never once having held one, and frowned.
"Why is it so small?" This couldn't be right.
He looked up at Freya's chart that still was written on the wall between two doors. "I'm going to have to use that many??!!!" He didn't have that kind of silver seeds!
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:07 pm
Confusion had silenced her for the moment, but it was Herryk's silence that knocked her out of it. Her expression twisted from a myriad of emotions, settling all at once on annoyance.
"So, excuse me." She reached out and tapped his shoulder. "Yeh wants to explain why yeh just looks at me like I killed yehr mother, hah?" She crossed HER arms at him, and gave him a very serious look. "I brought yehs meats, instead of eatings it myself, and I didn't hear any thank yehs."
Yeah. Ignoring her after she gave you the most important thing in the world was definitely one way to piss Freya off.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:11 pm
After being nudged by Willow to follow her to the door, Bea, too, heard the chime calling for her. Instead of waiting for Christof to come over to sit down, the ghoul gave him a warm smile and returned his coat to him, nicely folded.
"Thank you, Christof. I won't forget this." She handed the coat back to him, "Um... I think I might have left some oil on your coat..."
And with that, she walked off with the other ghouls back to their rooms without looking back.
((Exit to group 2))
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:14 pm
"Thank you for the jerky, Freya."
Yeah, with THAT tone.
He glanced down at the fingers that were tapping on his shoulder. Despite his upset, the skin under her touch tingled, and that incited something furious in his belly. Jealousy? Is that what he was feeling? Herryk didn't know.
With a grunt the Draugr shuffled to his feet. It was a long, painful process, and clutching an arm around his abdomen, Herryk slowly made his way to another area of the room. He really didn't want to fight with Freya.
He really didn't.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:24 pm
Christof had fallen quiet, even as his female support group had swarmed and fretted, but ultimately were summoned away. His thoughts weren't on Nice Parts- at least not anymore. His insides were churning, and he found himself dying to bustle back into their haunted room, perhaps to punch a few more of those stupid Boos.
Finally, he realized he had been silent for far too long, catching Willow for a quick nod goodbye to the tiger just in time to receive his jacket back. The flush returned to his face, but he nodded politely to her as well, fumbling with the jacket blearily. A little oil was not a problem.
Alone again, he moved to finally sit against the wall, the jacket on his knees as he watched the remaining students squabbling amongst themselves about Protection Charms... was now really the time for that? He chalked it up to First Years being First Years, but Calder was in on it too...
But Calder was just being Calder.
His eyes drifted to Barth, but his face went green as his gaze returned to his lap, pulling out his notebook to quietly doodle in the corner of a page until he could find some way to be useful.
He wondered what Mistress was up to, safe home on Campus.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:28 pm
His tone was a huge slap in her face, and the response was visible. Her eyes widened in shock, and she watched in horror as he forced himself to get up, despite his wounds, and move away from her.
She watched him walk away, and stared at his back. The sight triggered a memory she thought she'd locked away safely.
The dark, taut skin turned faint and light.
The gentle swish of his black hair curved as it bleached before her eyes, the color draining until it was a fierce, bright blonde.
Freya pressed up against the wall, pressing her hand to her lips to keep from throwing up, as she watched Herryk - no, she watched Thor walk away from her one final time.
Just because she'd said no.
The jerky fell from her other hand, and she curled up into herself, covering her eyes so she didn't have to look anymore. Still, if there was one thing she knew, it was that she'd warned herself this was going to happen. She warned herself a million times since she met Herryk, and she shouldn't have been surprised.
She shouldn't be surprised at all.
Very, very quietly, almost impossible to hear through her hands, she sang a little song her Mama used to sing to her and her sisters, to get them to sleep.
"Himmelen er mørk og åsene er hvite, som storm-kongen hastigheter fra nord i natt. Og dette er sangen stormen-kongen synger, som verden kappen hans flings han.. sleep, sleep, little one, sleep."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:44 pm
"Stop."
The word was gruff, torn from Herryk's lips; an order, not a request. Leaning against the wall opposite of Freya, Herryk's face was the perfect definition of the word shock. He knew that tune. He knew those words. They'd never drenched him in sorrow like they were now, but ... more than that, the familiarity of the song was wrenching something in his chest. It was sparking some sort of emotion, some vague flicker of recognition.
"He rustles sine vinger and gruffly synger: 'Sleep, lille, sleep.' "
The expression on his face was absurd. He'd just finished the verse that Freya had started. He sang parts of the very same song to his foxfires in a mishmash of a language he didn't understand and the common language that everyone in Halloween spoke.
"Stop, Freya. Tell Herryk how you know this song. Tell him."
The kiss that Freya had given Shun's cheek was all but forgotten... for now. To Herryk, this was far, far more important. His aches all but forgotten, Herryk dragged himself closer to the Valkyrie.
"Tell Herryk now."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:48 pm
Barth was not about to give a stuttered explanation on the proper use of charms, and especially not protection charms, and especially not to Calder. Well, not publically.
Bea left, with the rest of her group.
Christof was relatively alone again. Now would be as good a time as any. He was, unfortunately, all the way across the room. Christof looked at him, briefly, then looked awkwardly back at his notebook. ...No, it had to be now. No matter how far across the room he was. With a great deal of effort, Barth stood. He took a step.
Somewhere, there was the quiet sound of a very sad lullaby.
Barth wobbled. That small sound, even weak, was inhaling a dose of chloroform. He took another step.
And then he was asleep.
He did not, however, crash into the floor. Surprisingly (and Barth, more than anyone, would have been surprised) he swayed, he reeled. And then, with the slow precision he did everything with, he took another step.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:54 pm
Even in her sadness, Freya had tried very, very hard to keep her voice low, so it wouldn't affect the others. Still, it seemed like Herryk had heard, and his reaction was unexpected. She stared at him, her eyes locked on his for a long, hopeful moment, before she reeled in disgust.
Fool her once, shame on you. Fool her twice..
"I do NOTHINGS for yehr pleasure now." She spit out at him, turning herself around to face the wall. Anger the valkyrie, and face vindictive wrath.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 10:02 pm
Okay, he wasn't going to get mad. Sure, the one ghoul in Halloween that the Draugr cared about above all others was refusing to help him piece together the shambles of his life, the pieces that were missing. No big deal. He wasn't going to yell. He wasn't going to punch anything. He wasn't --
Okay, he was.
With a completely feral, furious sound that came from the deepest confines of Herryk's soul, the Draugr bellowed. Half a foot was added to his height immediately as the rage and fury rushed through him. Another shout added a foot -- and Herryk moved closer to the temptress that denied him what he so craved.
Answers.
"Freya. You will answer Herryk." His voice held a desperate anger, an impossible mixture of rage and despair. He towered over her now, completely out of control. Completely powerless.
Completely at her mercy.
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