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 Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 7:37 am
Burying his face in the crook of her neck, Herryk nodded. He hadn't realized that just... walking away from her would incite this reaction. He had only been dealing with his own hurt and frustration.
"Herryk was..." he grunted. This was so hard for him, admitting he was upset by some simple silly kiss. It seemed so trivial now. "Herryk was.. jealous. Upset. When Freya kissed the boil on his cheek." Another grunt, this one filled with self-annoyance. Honestly that small gesture had started the cataclysmic turn of events, and Freya hadn't even been aware how much it had upset him. He squeezed his arms around her, breathing in the scent of her hair.
"Herryk was wrong," he admitted slowly. "And... Herryk is sorry for being a big baby boil about it. For yelling at Freya after her song. It is.. frustrating," he said softly, "to wake up one day with nothing. No memories, no anything. Alone. Only little pieces to try to fit together." He hoped that small explanation was enough.
He felt the urge to continue.
"All Herryk asks is for patience. Herryk has no family, no sisters to fight with, no real purpose in his life. Herryk is going to mess up as he learns, but he will never stop belonging to Freya unless she does not want him." Was that enough of an explanation? He hoped so. He'd basically poured out his heart and soul to the ghoul, placed his heart in her hands.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:30 am
Mitsu had looked up in time to see that mischievous glint in Freya's eye. What was that about? What was she-? And then the Valkyrie wrapped herself around Shun and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. While in Mitsu's mind it had played out a little more elaborately it didn't make her feel any better. Suddenly her chest felt tight and there was a lump in her throat she couldn't swallow.
For a moment an unfamiliar expression worked its way across her face. Something close to anger but it quickly lapsed into something closer to being upset and then rather hollow before she looked away. It was safe to say Herryk wasn't the only one hurt.
Shun's lack of a reaction also had her mind working hard trying to figure it out. Was Freya the kind of ghoul he would prefer? Mitsu nearly started to compare them trying to figure out why Freya would be better but quickly stopped. The difference was very obvious.
Not saying a word the lycan's gaze drifted up and widened when Herryk suddenly became angry. It made Mitsu stiffen slightly not sure what was going to happen. As things played out though it seemed the boil truly cared about the Valkyrie and Mitsu only found herself feeling awkward all over again, her chest still tight with anxiety.
It was a great reprieve when they were summoned to their room again. Silently Mitsu stood and gathered her things, picking up the dried fish from her lap that Shun had given her. It remained untouched as she placed it in her bag among her things before throwing the straps over her shoulders. Then, quietly she waited for Shun as she always did her eyes fixed on the floor before they exited into the next room. She would have to sort out her emotions later.
((Exiting))
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 9:10 am
After Hel shook the cat ghoul, she groaned and picked up her slightly blood smeared face off the floor. "Where am I?" She asked hoarsely. The last thing she remembered was jumping off her boat and seeing catnip. Lots and lots of catnip.
... Was this the common room? Noting the presence of other groups, she supposed it was. And... What was dripping off her face?
With a little effort, the ghoul wiped some of the substance off from under her nose and looked at her hand. Blood? ********, had she seen some guy naked again?
Though it seemed she was neglecting to ask a more important question. What was covering her that was so heavy? Not truly heavy, but certainly not light.
Glancing over her shoulder, she caught sight of the cowboil's face and immediately paled.
"MOT, YOU SON OF A b***h, GET OFF!" She shouted, her voice filled with panic. This was not right. Not right at all!
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 9:20 am
Mot was woken up gently, his heavy eyelids slowly opening to the sound of Hel's voice. Was he dreaming again? Time to go where? Riyo's screeching woke the boil better than any alarm clock could ever hope to do. He was yanked from his stupor as he yelped and scrambled backward. Why had he been lying on top of Riyo?!"WHAT?! HUH?!" He held his arms out in front of him defensively, staring back wide eyed under his hat's brim. Hel had just left the room, Shun and Mitsu were packing and leaving... Oh right.. They were on a field trip. His fuzzyheadedness cleared and Mot recalled tripping on something when he came back from the third room. That something must have been Riyo. "S-sorry!" Mot stammered. The flustered reaper stood, tipped his hat to Riyo in apology, and ran out the door. ((Exiting))
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 9:24 am
Red eyes seemed to seethe with rage as the ghoul forced herself up, fingers curled as she snarled at Mot. It looked as if she was ready to claw his eyes out.
"YOU'RE NOT SORRY YET!" The feline hissed, grabbing her backpack as she too ran through the door after him.
(( Exit ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 9:38 am
The hunchback glanced up, expression pained. Was this... about the election? His hands rose, about to 'speak' but lowered again as he slowly thought it through. "Complicated," He finally gestured, eyes lowering again, "Taught-certain-things. Not-" He stopped, fingers flexing a moment as he tried to think, "Different-regarding-" Again he stopped, mouth twisting as he pulled his knees up to lower his head between them.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 10:10 am
Shun had remain silent the rest of the time there. He just couldn't quite shake the feeling the song had left him yet. Mitsu hadn't made any visible protest against what Freya did so maybe he was right. The thought only made his heart sink further.
When it came time, Shun glanced to her briefly before closing up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, moving over towards the lycan so they could exit.
((Exiting))
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 10:19 am
"That's alright," Barth said. "As I said, you're with the majority." It was about the election, after a fashion, but it was about a lot of other things too. It was Barth's own fault that he was not taken very seriously. He was not sure whose fault it was that his friends (and Lilith) were of the fair-weather variety.
This was not entirely true for Christof. After all, he had risked his life (and maybe more than that) to defend Calder and him from Dr. Fell.
Christof had also tried to murder him, because he thought Riley had asked him to.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 10:24 am
Christof's mind wasn't very far from where Barth's thoughts had strayed, fidgeting a few moments before finally lifting his hands, "Never-had-friends-before-school. Think.... Think-you-are-my-best. Friend." He managed awkwardly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 11:35 am
Barth considered this before answering.
"...Me too," Barth said quietly. "You too. I think."
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 12:26 pm
Mouth twisting like a writhing centipede, the hunchback gingerly put an arm around the sloth. The hug said it all, really.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 6:42 pm
Freya wished, more than anything, that she didn't love the way his face felt against her neck. She wished her head didn't curve automatically to give him room. She wished she had a single ounce of willpower left when it came to Herryk. But she didn't. And she was being undone by it.
The truth behind Herryk's reaction finally sank in, and her cheeks flushed faintly with guilt. Jealousy was an understandable emotion, in her eyes - she knew how easily jealous could lead to stupidity. But her ultimatum remained.
But her heart stung when he explained why he needed that song, and her head slumped slightly as guilt overwhelmed her. She rubbed her eyes hard, removing every molecule of moisture, before turning around in his arms. She had a lot to say, and her lips parted to return her heart in response to his, when the scent reached them. Her lips shut, and her eyes flickered to their new door, then back at him.
A bittersweet smile touched her lips. It would seem her feelings would have to wait.
So instead, she opened her arms up to him, and nudged her head in the direction of the door.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 6:43 pm
Barth hugged him back, but paused at the warm, sugary smell and the faraway music. He hadn't expected the hug to be a revelationary experience- no, that was coming from the door.
"Do you hear that?" Barth asked.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 6:46 pm
With his non-hug occupied arm, Christof had dug something out of his pocket, but quickly put it back again when Barth spoke up. He frowned, sniffing the air. He didn't have the best sense of smell, but you didn't need a dog's nose to pick up the stench of burnt sugar and brimstone.
He tensed, wobbling up to his feet. Their door- ah. It was time. Glancing back to his Master, he offered out an arm to help him up.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 6:47 pm
Calder, who had been resting on the floor in a pouty pile, had his eyes closed and was deep in thought. That was until something sweet and spicy tickled his nose and he rose up, eyes still closed, as he sniffed the air, nostrils breathing in and flaring before he snorted a few times. "Something smells good." He always did like sweets. Anything with sugar.
He rose to sit up and opened his eyes, looking about. His ears pivoted upon his head as he heard music and he slowly stood up, turning about before he faced towards a door. "I think there is a party." He said, and being a monster, he so did love parties. He looked to them all.
"Maybe it's time for a break?" He asked, and thought that if there was a party, he would stock up and put something delicious in his bag for later. They did already eat the fish jerky after all and some of the granola. Trotting to the door, Calder sniffed it a few times more to make sure. "It's this one!"
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