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 Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 12:18 am
Sepheran just stood there looking confused. He didn't quite understand why Liannan told him of a boil who was waving his arms and making funny gestures. Was he mad? It was all very confusing for him to only hear the mushed gurble or what was what he supposed to be train sounds of some sort.
It all seemed to be explained after a few moment though by another student, a ghoul it seemed, who understood what the crazy boil was trying to get across. Well...he really shouldn't think of him as crazy, after all Sepheran was a bit similar in the fact that he lacked most of his vision. He was only doing what he could to try and communicate after all.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 12:30 am
Petro's expression was pretty much as follows: Confused staring, then a concerned raising of both brows, then furrowed brows of further confusion, then sideways glances for help in interpretation. He thought he said something that offended the boil, given how the patchwork had scowled at him, but getting someone angry over his words was nothing new to Petro. Then came the fist, which he almost mistook for a challenge, until Christof started to make those strange whistling noises. The monster pony tilted his head, clearly showing his failed interpretation. He had turned to the basilisk for help before remembering Seph was blind. Thankfully the others explained things to him and it all made sense. Sorta. At least he managed to figure out why Christof was all stitched up, thanks to Amrita's mention of patchwork.
"Wow. Sounds like y'd be in a lotta pain. Y'must be real tough," he observed, sounding very impressed. Even Petro knew a train accident wasn't something one could just walk off. "Do all patchworks have that kinduvan endurance?
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 12:46 am
The hunchback fumbled a moment, trying to think of how to explain. Finally, he settled for pointing to Petro's skull pin and gesturing up and down, then up in the air to the owl swooping overhead. His hand then pointed to his own pin dangling from the rosary at his hip and ended in an open palmed 'voila' to his leg.
Flushing now, and figuring it would n** a lot more questions in the bud before the dim equine would catch on, he pulled his scarf down to reveal his twisted, but certainly incapable, stitched frown. That done, it was up again and tugged tight if only to hide his continued patchy blush as he trudged a bit faster and a lot more hunched.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 12:54 am
Safe to say Astra was quite confused now. She had kept up with the train wreck part; the other boil had cleared things up for her. But now this new explanation...didn't make sense.
"hhmmm..." brow twisted in thought, she tried to piece things together. He kept pointing to the skull pins..okay, but what did he mean? now he was pointing to his leg...did the pins make him not feel any pain? As far as she knew, they were supposed ot keep you from transforming, but he was a patchwork.
hen he pulled down his scarf to show his mouth. Well, that explained why he was using sign language... but she was still lost.
In the end, she shook her head. "I'm not sure what you mean..." She said, and then saw that they were starting to move agian. "Ahh! wait up!" She now tried to get herself unstuck from this latest snowdrift.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 1:08 am
"I think Christof just wanted you to know that just like how FEAR controls your shifting between humanoid and natural forms, Patchworks don't really feel pain. Its a natural ability they have." She smiled a little, turning around to face Pedro and his friends; while she had been lost in the 'train' gesture a while ago, she figured that this was what the hunchback wanted to convey in regards to his leg. Then, as an afterthought, she added, going back into 'Christof has a cute crush and had been manly so far' mode, "However, since FEAR is disrupted here, I think that his leg must be giving him a lot of discomfort, so he is pretty tough!"
She then paused, still smiling, "Ah, by the way, my name's Lizzy." There were too many students in the group to introduce them all now, but they would hopefully introduce themselves soon... Since they have a long journey ahead of them, it might be beneficial to get along!
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 1:11 am
Petro took a moment out of being confused to lean down and offer Astra his hand. He hoped she didn't mind how the proffered limb was cold, he was just clad in a loincloth after all.
"Here," was all he said.
((ooc: how big is Astra, btw!))
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 1:36 am
Blade Kuroda [...] Off to the side, he heard one of the other dragons essentially mocking Sandy Claws which earned a snicker from the Red Dragon. He had quite a valid point there. Though he was never all that worried about what lied ahead of them and was quite confident that the lot could take care of whatever came their way. Especially this group, seeing how aside from the demons and such, had a fair number of dragons within it along with himself. "Like I said before, I'm sure there's a great deal of treasure to be had once we're done raiding," he added with a smirk. Yinesa Mei had a good point. Cyrilla didn't really want to come across even one more chuck-in-a-box... the thought of a workshop full of the joyful creatures caused her face to scrunch up. It was a vision she could live without.
On the other hand, Merope had a point too. What could be so scary about sandy claws? "Yeah I guess you're right, Mer. I don't know. It just seems kind of weird that we weren't given much to really work with." she shrugged.
"But I can only g-" her words were cut off as Merope started balking at the elephant limb that had been tossed in his direction.
"Ppphhhhtttt." the dracolich covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh. Clearly, she was failing and the muffled snickers were easily heard beneath her hand. LividPeas It was amusing to watch as Merope continuously tossed the wreath into the air, and on occasion, chasing after it. But the impression of Sandy Claws was even more so amusing to the doll. Muffling a small childish laugh with her hand, she let out a small sigh, as if relieved by his words. "I hope not." However, she could hear rumors going around the students. Something about a snow ninja or something? Whatever it was, it was weird.
Hoping the two were right, Mei stretched out her arms above her head, letting them fall behind her head and followed the two in a casual walk. "In any case, I hope we find something worth while from this trip. It would be great to take a souvenir back to my creator." Not to mention the stories to tell him!
All thoughts ceased as soon as the limb from the diseased toy came flying through the air, colliding with the leviathan boil. Unable to do anything but stare, she shifted her weight a little to look at the culprit.
Merope jumped as the red dragon spoke up. Who? What? Was the treasure comment directed at him? He wasn't too sure if he was being addressed or if the red dragon had addressed one of his companions, so he ignored it and instead threw a hurt look at Cyrilla and Mei. "Heeeey!" He whined, shaking until he could dislodge the defluffed pink limb. "That's not funny! What if it was something that jumped on my back and tried to get a free ride, huh?!" He scowled, expression breaking as his wreath fell off of his makeshift hook. "Gah!" The boil shook himself again after he tossed the wreath up and around one of his horns. "Ugh. Anywayyyy," he began, "Mei? What's a creator? Is it like a necromancer or...?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 1:55 am
Catching a piece of the pink remains as it fell from Merope's back, she couldn't help but meddle with the fabric a little; a half snicker escaping. "Sorry Merope. Just the idea of one of these things," she held the pink limb in view to show the boil "leaping out to attack, or hitch a ride as you said.. I'm not sure how I would react to that sight." No doubt, it would probably be a mix between panic, and comedy. He could probably sit on the damn thing and take it out with one blow.
"Hmm?" Tearing at the fabric a little more, she eventually dropped it once bored. "Creator? Umm.. I guess I could refer to him as a 'father'. He's what made my siblings and I. Not really a necromancer, but he did bring me to life. So maybe something similar?" All in all, this topic was a little confusing to even her. After all.. She didn't exactly give the subject much thought. At least not until now. "Do either of you have a creator?" She asked, now curious on how they came to be.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 6:37 am
((Astra is really short. next to a average person she would come up to about waist height, if not a little shorter (she'd be about the size of a kid)...Okay I don't have a definite measurement because I'm bad at making measurements for height, and I like the metric system better DX))
Indeed, Astra did not mind in the slightest. She was just happy someone wanted to lend her a hand. "Thankyou!" she smiled, and managed to get a arm free so she could grab his hand and help herself out of the drift. As for the explanation of what the patchwork boil was trying to say, lizzy had explained it quite well. Oh, yeah! now people were introducing themselves.
"Astra is my name!" She pronounced proudly
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 7:19 am
Riley hadn't gotten much sleep this time around, but at least she could tell she had found some sense of calm. She stretched languidly atop Jericho - only to finally realize that she wasn't really.. on top.. anymore..
..oh dear.
Uh. She blinked her eyes open as her sleepy haze lifted to a clearer understanding that a humanoid shaped Jericho was carrying her on her back. She didn't know whether to take this as a good thing, for it was very subservient, or an embarrassing thing, for she had been sleeping against him this entire time.
So. Yeaaaah. The latter.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 7:46 am
Having passed her squirrel to Shehk and Nuk, she let the two fend for themselevs together, she was sure Shehk would be able to take care of Nuk for now. Gathering the sacks the two carried she started to mingle among others while carrying the bags. "Morning sleeping beauty," she offered to Riley as she walked by. "Good to see your still with us today."
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 7:50 am
((Psst I think you mean Jericho, not me. XD
1-10 shift))
Feeling some movement coming from Riley, Jericho glanced at her to see if she had finally awoken. He gave a slight nod towards Sammy as she passed on by as well.
"I was starting to wonder if you'd ever wake up," he said to the Mindflayer, not aware that she hadn't been completely asleep the entire time, "You're lucky you know. I don't generally do this for just about anyone."
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 8:28 am
((DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LITTLE SLEEP I HAVE GOTTEN IN THE PAST TWO DAYS im sorry ;; I fixed it <3))
Riley lifted a hand up, balled into a fist, and rubbed one of her eyes sleepily. It was uncharacteristically innocent for someone who'd so recently been dreaming of murder. Her eyes turned to Sammy, and a faint color kissed her cheeks. It only worsened when Jericho spoke.
How long have I - both their minds would feel a vibration, something that would make them think of sleepiness, as she yawned - been out?
She briefly thought about the logistics of being carried around like this, and she gave Jericho a thoughtful glance.
Well. Then. I guess I am lucky. She wasn't one of those petite bouncy ghouls that weighed little more than a feather - this couldn't have been very comfortable for him. The decision to carry her was something Riley was stumped on - why do it? If she had been in his position.. she was sure she'd leave the other student lying in the snow.
She was certainly perplexed at the turn of events.
She thought about hopping off his back to relieve him of her burden, but then she remembered.. no shoes. It made her give pause, and she remained where she was so long as he didn't complain. But the reminder of no shoes would also remind her of Junko. And by relation.. Sin. She forced herself not to look up at the JOYfully dressed traitor. It would only give herself away.
Ah, so.. yes. Good morning. How far have we traveled? She tried to pull off non-chalantly, but there was a catch in her voice.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 8:41 am
"Pretty much for a whole day if not a little longer," Jericho replied. The sleepy edge to her tone was a little strange to feel but then again, a lot of the things he 'heard' from her that wasn't straight up speech felt a tad odd in one way or another.
"You missed something kinda interesting though. One of those Pink Elephants came after me and its body ended up dissolving into cider," he recalled, not forgetting he had been meaning to tell her about that little incident. "At least I think it was cider."
"As for how far... I'd say we have roughly a half day's walk left before we get away from this island."
The dragon did notice something within her tone, but dismissed it. Any sense of agitation could have been from anything, possibly even from knowing she had been asleep for quite some time. Or it could have been from something else; he didn't really care. If by some off chance it had something to do with him, she could take it up with him to sort it out.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 8:54 am
An entire DAY? He'd been carrying her around an entire DAY? She slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand, and sighed.
Sorry for being such a burden. I don't know why you didn't just dump me in the snow and leave me to rot.
At the idea of one of the elephants dissolving, she perked. That's a new one. I hope I get to see that.
She fell silent, caught up in a tumult of confusing thoughts. She kept these to herself, for they were private and unnerving.
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