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 Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 12:14 am
Riyo was getting rather tired of Shun's threatening glares being pointed her way, but that problem could be dealt with some other time. Impatiently, the feline kept her eyes away from the situation, waiting for some kind of confirmation that Mitsu was once again masked... But it didn't come.
"Well? Riyo asked and glanced over her shoulder to see what the hold-up was... Only to catch yet another glimpse of naked boil chest.
Immediately her head snapped back to where she was looking straight forward, eyes wide and face a soft shade of red. It just wouldn't end, would it?!
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 12:29 am
Mitsu had tried to move, she really did, but her limbs just weren't cooperating with that thought process. When instead Shun began to shift the panic started all over again. Huff Puff she wasn't ready! She wanted to cling to the yukata but quickly found the item being draped over her head.
This caused her to pause for a moment, blinking a few times to herself. Now in the comfort of cover she began to calm, her nervous shaking starting to subside. After a few seconds she blindly reached for her mask again and taking it worked it under the yukata blanket toward her face. It didn't take her long to secure the item and once her face was covered once again she pushed the yukata back almost like a hood allowing the item to sit on her shoulders.
"T..thank you." She stuttered out pulling the yukata off her shoulders and holding it out to the reaper. Thankfully she hadn't gotten blood on it. Thankfully. Now that she was calming she could also tell her stomach was settling though there was still a slightly uneasy feeling.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 12:32 am
At least it didn't take Mitsu long to settle down and get her mask back on after he had done that. Not looking too amused, he took his shirt back and proceeded to put it on. It was a bit tricky to get it on once again when he already had the hakama equipped, but he had to make do. If needed, Shun could always fix it properly later on.
"Better?" he asked plainly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 1:32 am
Mitsu's ears fell back seeing the reaper's face. He looked rather upset with her over the whole ordeal. At least that's what she got from that facial expression. Hands fidgeting with one another the lupine tilted her head toward the ground as if she had been scolded. "I..I'm sorry." Why was she sorry? Well, Mitsu wasn't entirely sure, she hadn't made Shun undress after all, but the need to say it was there. She didn't want him to be mad at her.
Giving a slight nod to his simple and plain question, Mitsu looked to the others present. Riyo seemed mad too? Had she really done something wrong? Suppressing a whimper Mitsu started back toward the booth, her eyes on a plushie. She wanted something to hold.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 1:58 am
Poor, easily terrorized undead. It was all too easy to see Christof's anxiety riddled in his eyes as he climbed out of the table, and her hand went to rest on his shoulder, patting it in comfort.
Too easily could she have lied to the igor, and told him what he wanted to hear. Just as easily, she could have explained herself honestly and known he would have forgiven her anything. But instead, she chose the only path meant specifically for her, and gave him a gentle, affectionate expression.
Christof. You know how I care for you. Do you really think I would ever intentionally hurt you like that? It was the truth, wrapped in the soft, caramel coating of the unstated lie, and it was all he would get from her. Come here, now. Let me make sure you're all right.
All this talk of fire reminded her of just how frightened Malodore was, under that table, and it troubled her. Why did the undead have to have such weakness? Then again, stab them in the heart and see how well they fair in comparison to the living, before deciding to judge them on their flammability.
That didn't seem to make her feel any better, though. Nor did it get the image of Malodore being lit on fire by Andeon out of her head.
Riley's affectionate expression melted away.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 7:53 am
Well, mitsu seemed to have calmed down at least, but now she was looking rather upset. Not to mention The cat ghoul was blushing and shun was looking annoyed. Well, nothing new there.
Not really sure what to do about the situation, Poke just shrugged her shoulders, eyes again drawn to the various amounts of sweets and foods and telling herself that she wasn't going to touch
No
She wasn't going to touch it
Especially not the purple ice cream that was so tempting and yummy and...Jack dammit it had Sprinkles
...awwww screw it! the sign said it was free.
The dragon ghoul walked over to the booth with mitsu, opening up the cooler and taking out one of the ice cream cones, complete with a cherry.
Everyone else seemed to be worried, but she wasn't. She had a jack dammed ice cream, and she was happy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 10:35 am
Christof's brain was still throbbing painfully as it tried to mend itself, but thoughts were coming easier now and he concentrated on digesting her answer. His back shivered at her touch, as did the useless little wing as he stared up at her carefully. Ah... a... practical joke? I'm sure I would have found it funnier, Mistress, if it hadn't been for the knife in my head. He couldn't quite remember HOW the knife had gotten into his head in the first place.
But mostly, he was relieved it was out.
His wounds were generally minor, and the bleeding from his nose and lip had stopped, at least, but that eye would be sore for days, and his suit was beyond saving. Despite it's smoldering and stinking of old milk, soot and fish guts, he refused to take it off. Instead, he wobbled as though nothing had happened, eyes slightly glassy as they remained locked on that gentle expression, Should I get back to work, Mistress?
Part of him felt bad about Barth's booth, and wanted to offer to clean it up, but the rest of him reminded him that he was often on thin ice with Mistress and she probably wouldn't appreciate the gesture. He kept that thought to himself.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 10:39 am
When Shun saw Mitsu practically deflate and started to slowly head back to the booth, he let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair. Why did that make him feel so frustrated? There was something else there, but he really didn't know what the hell that was all about. In turn, that kind of made him even more irritated.
Damn this whole friendship stuff. It was giving him a bit of a headache. Why did it have to be so confusing at times? Turning around, he made his way back towards the booth as well, after Mitsu, more or less ignoring Poke and Riyo along the way.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 12:13 pm
Riyo did her best to quickly compose herself as she saw Mitsu pass by, a sigh of frustration at seeing that mask. Oh well.
Seeing as everybody was heading back towards the booth, Riyo decided to follow suit.
What was the reaper looking so pissed about now? Seriously. He looked like someone had spit in his face. Was Mitsu THAT hard to deal with?
... Riyo really didn't have room to think such things, but she did anyways.
Hesitantly, the feline eyed the different things the booth had to offer, deciding not to go for anymore food. That could wait until she got home. Whenever she decided to go home... Why WAS she still here, anyways?
The thought struck her hard, not quite certain why she hadn't just left when her business was done with Junko. Riyo didn't actually enjoy this frivolous nonsense. At least, she didn't want to think she did. "Mitsu. Why do you attend things like this?" She asked in a nonchalant tone, as if it was a genuinely curious question.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 4:32 pm
As soon as Mitsu was by the booth again a hand hesitantly reached for one of the plushies. The one she pulled back was a likeness to the mindflayer running the booth. After carefully looking the plushie over Mitsu held it close cuddling it to her as she cast glances toward the rest of her party.
It was when Riyo's question hit her ears that her head tilted slightly. Why did she come to events like this? "S..Shun asked me to come to this one. I..I suppose I like to spend time to people." It was a time to try to socialize since she wasn't very good at it. She had certainly met a lot of people during Prom she probably would have never gotten a chance to talk to.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 4:51 pm
When he was back to the booth with the others, Shun wasn't really focusing his attention on any one thing in particular. For the most part, he was trying to sort out his thoughts. This wasn't the most ideal location to be doing something like that, with all the distractions and all, but he was trying to make due.
Mainly, he wanted to try and sort out what he could so he wouldn't feel so damn frustrated. It didn't seem like he was making a whole lot of progress at the moment, however.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 7:07 pm
While she was busy with her cold, yummy desert, poke was able to stand back and admire the amount of items that were for everyone to take. It was a insane amount of items, especially for something like a student election. Either the person running it had a lot of time on her hands, or a lot of help.
While looking at the swag, she noticed mitsu pick up one of the plushies and cuddling it. "So, you like plushies?" she asked mitsu before picking up one of them to look at. The one she picked up was a bit darker then mitsus, and it was wearing something that looked like armour. "This is odd..." she murmured out loud. It looked like the ghoul who was running the booth, but at the same time it didn't.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 8:41 pm
Malodore also crawled out from under the table after a moment, dusting itself off before moving to Christof's side. "Let me help get you cleaned up," it said, gently, producing a clean cloth from its sleeve and holding it out to the patchwork. It leaned in to peer at the knife wound, frowning internally. There were a few things here it didn't like, and one of them was what Barth had said... or, rather, insinuated. It flicked its gaze in Riley's direction for a moment, but it would save that particular conversation until after Christof was taken care of. "Do you need stitches?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 11:45 pm
The hunchback glanced over to the plague doctor, shifting under Riley's hand as he glanced down to his feet and lifted a hand to give his head wound a contemplative prod-
-yes, that should definitely need to be sewn shut. He'd rather not have to have a metal plate put in later if need be- he was wary enough of lightening strikes to begin with. But that crack in his skull was probably not a good thing. He sighed, lowering his hand again before nodding slowly to the doctor.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 3:21 am
It seemed Riley would not have to answer Christof's question, as Malodore came to the rescue just as it always did. She let the igor go, urging him towards Malodore silently.
Jericho's query to her well being was responded with a look, and a quick nod, but the focus of what little attention she had at the moment was on Christof. She patted down his side, making sure no stray lingering curls of smoke were around to catch flame later on, and then let him and Malodore alone to get to work on the head wound.
Riley's fingers toyed with the tip of one tentacle as she furrowed her brow in thought.
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