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 Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:26 pm
Before he could get an answer from West, Jericho looked as he heard Riley begin to freak out. He was about to run over to her, but it seemed the situation was already taken care of. With a sigh, he shook his head slowly before pinging something to the mindflayer.
<> he said to try and calm her further, even attempting to send some of that feeling to hopefully help ease her. He was still being attentive for the wrath demon's reply, but he wanted to make sure the Illithid wasn't about to flip invisible tables here.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:33 pm
The hunchback paused his slow gravitation towards Sin as the mental scream resonated through his skull. What? What? What? What? His Mistress was in TROUBLE? Or- or THEY were in trouble? Or- he glanced around frantically, spotting her suddenly lifted towards the professor by a large purple tentacle. He had seen them earlier, but... well, this was Halloween. He rather liked purple tentacles, really. Was it related to Mistress? He would have been more worried by something rainbow and sparkling.
What was Racist anyway?
He lowered his fists as she seemed to at least physically calm down a bit, glancing over his hunch towards where Barth was still surrounded by ghouls and gave a forlorn sigh.
Mistress? He ventured forth timidly. She might still have been mad about the experiment... Do er... you need assistance? He managed, trying with all his might to focus the thoughts towards her.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:55 pm
[Posting from phone! x.x]
The tentacle's grip only tightened at the attack, loosening only when Riley had stopped trying to make calamari out of it. At her comment on the use of purple tentacles being racist, there was a sort of soft growl from within the pit as the tentacles turned... Red?
"You think? I heard Nurse Cricket made a similar one 'her b***h' during the boat trip," He was clearly missing the point - that or he realized how ironic his last question had been and was trying to avoid it, "Seems like these beasts are quite docile if you manage to tame them. Your last comment seemed to have upset it enough for it to turn red though..."
Another growl came from within the pit as it lowered Riley back to the ground, making little effort to be gentle; hey! It can't help being born purple! Its daddy was blue and its mummy was red, after all! Talk about being racist against purple tentacles!
"Right... Back to picking a partner!"
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 7:05 pm
Riley caught Jericho's little comment, and being that she was already in a bad mood, she didn't take very kindly to being talked down like a startled horse. She seemed to ignore that the comment had been sent at all, despite the fact that her loose hung tentacles curled up at their edges in an odd manner.
Similarly she ignored Christof's kinder thoughts, if only because the Professor had her full attention once more. Cricket had done what? To WHAT?
Strike two for the nurse.
Riley fell on her rear when the monster dropped her, seething up at the Professor. Tame them. She growled. TAME THEM. This beast doesn't know any better, it probably thinks it deserves to be TAMED.
Thankfully, Riley knew better than to try to convince a Professor he was wrong. They were all stubborn, prideful fools, so blinded by their stature and position in the school that they could never see any wrong. It was probably why they kept sending the students on these Jack-forsaken field trips. The lot would probably perish at their own hands, one day. It was the way of nature. The corrupt fall, the naive rise to become corrupt, and the cycle resumes.
Fighting it was pointless.
She backed away, watching the Professor carefully, before she bumped squarely into Malodore. Her head turned, and most of the anger fled from her in it's presence.
Sorry about that. She murmured. I thought it was someone I knew.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 7:10 pm
"Ah... va bene?" Malodore said, bemusement evident in its tone. It really had no idea what had just happened. "Are you traveling by water, then?"
It spotted Christof looking in their direction and offered him a tentative wave, nodding to Calder as well... though a bit more circumspectly. It hardly wanted to draw Riley's ire to the kelpie.
Parassiti was hunching behind it, claws dug into the floor, making odd, high-pitched snarly sounds at anyone who got too close. Including Malodore itself, when it happened to flick its tail through her personal space.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 7:27 pm
I hadn't made any decisions as to which direction I would travel. I was too busy trying to save the room from a possible genocide. But, seeing as there is no present danger, I'd prefer land. That thing already has it in for me, she thumbed a claw in the direction of the tentacles wiggling out of the water. I dare not provoke it further.
She looked around for her pet, and quickly realized it had fled the scene. She couldn't blame it. Still, her face pinched in concentration as she sent out a keening sound, that had Cthulhu running back into the room and slamming into her legs over and over to try and get her to stop it. When she did, it lay flat on it's back and played dead.
Right. Does that mean you wish to be my partner, then? She teased Malodore effortlessly. You make such bad decisions.
Riley AND Malodore ARE GOING TO CHALLENGE THE Land COURSE!
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 7:32 pm
As the professor dwindled on in Lilith's head about the subject of the Nauticals, she found herself wishing she hadn't missed the class with the whips. Of course, she'd never use it on one of her follyjoxes, but there were certainly other uses and subjects for it. Another time and place, but she still lingered on the fact she'd never gotten a whip while switched from listening to the professor to looking at the map. Water, Land, and Air were her choices but in the end it wasn't much of a choice at all. She couldn't fly and she certainly wasn't going to get her hair wet if she had a choice in the matter, so she knew right away she'd be taking the land path.
The last choice was to pick a partner for the class, and while shifting the follyjox in her arms, she was faced wtih Bartholomew. It was enough to bring her mood back up, and she stopped pleasantly in front of him.
"Salutations," she said with a small smile, holding out her follyjox towards him, suggesting he give the little vice a pat on the head before she pulled it back to her arms as she waited without a doubt for that one question. Did she have a partner? Yes, yes she did. Her smile grew sweeter, a rarity on its own. "Yes, I do have a partner," she said, pausing for a moment. "It's you."
"The land path seems easy, wouldn't you agree?"
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 7:54 pm
"Er," said Ren, casting a glance at their professor...who had just arrived on...was that a tentacle..? "Professor Malcom, glad to see you're, er...all right." So to speak.
The class description this time was, to say the least, a tad...different. Ren had already figured out from previous classes that their Minipet Training teacher tended to be a little unorthodox in his teaching methods, but this...well, it was...er...just plain odd.
But not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, as long as Ren had the option of staying away from the water, he was actually kind of excited about this whole thing. At first he turned to Gabrian to ask him to be his partner, but a nudge against his side made him look back down. Jove was still standing behind him, an anxious expression on his pale face. He couldn't just leave his little brother by himself, and after al, Gabrian was perfectly capable of taking care of both himself and LW.
Ren laid a hand atop of Jove's head. "What do you say, Freckles?" he asked. "Partners? And I think the land option is the best one; that way i won't have to carry you and Fruitloup and Rhys all in one go.
Turning towards his two best friends, Ren gave them a mock salute and a faint grin, vaguely reminiscent of one of his old smirks.
"Sounds like we're in for one hell of a class."
REN AND JOVE ARE GOING TO CHALLENGE THE LAND COURSE!
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:07 pm
(Barth) AND (Lilith) ARE GOING TO CHALLENGE THE (Land) COURSE!
Easy was exactly what Barth wanted to hear. As she smiled and accepted his offer, he smiled back.
Christof, Mandy, the rest of Colette's answer, and Riley's attempt to defend the class from annihilation were in some distant place where he wasn't in danger of melting into a very happy puddle.
He gave her follyjox an obedient pat. This one didn't have a grudge against him, at least. He thought. It was hard to keep track.
"Just what I was thinking," he replied.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:15 pm
JACK! He was late. Late for just a class he needed too! Castor the sack of scareon sadness had been busy durring the trip to the island of death, building a nest of ribbons and fluff, which was promptly take apart by Israfel. He didn't want more scareons. At least not from his Star Scareon. Then he'd have a dozen if not more neurotic things laying about.
Still he got to class, if late, the scareon pouting after the latest dismantled ribbon nest. "Sorry sir." Setting Castor down it flopped over, unwilling to move. "Uh um.." He looked at the course. Air....well...Castor didn't weigh..that much..and..he'd been taking lessons..dare he try it-
Riley's outburst made him c**k his head to the side. "Riley?" He inched over to her, Castor butt scooting behind him. Scoot scoot butt scoot on the floor. "I think you shouldn't yell at other tentacles. They're just doing their job after all..."
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:53 pm
"We fought. It was glorious. We are now friends. You are here to tame your minipet, are you not?" He simply stated, like that would explain everything; he kept stroking the tentacle in the meantime, and the now-red tentacle was slowly fading to purple again. It could purr if it could; instead, all the students could hear was a low rumbling sound.
"Latecomers have to do detention," He looked at Israfel, giving him a brief nod at his apology, "Try to be on time next time."
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 9:05 pm
Calder had no idea what Riley’s problem was, but it was HILARIOUS! He started to laugh as she started to freak out at seeing something that looked, to be frank, just like her. Now that Calder actually saw the purple tentacles, he was hoping none of them touched him. How gross! It was like someone cut off Riley’s hair…uh….noodle things and threw them all over the place and then gave their Growlgrain. Now he wondered if they really were related, but just as Riley was telling everyone to stay back, making Calder wonder if Riley would act like a Noodle Head Whisperer and calm the beasts, she was picked up and held in the air. Calder laughed but looked away only for the fact that RILEY WORE A DRESS AND HE DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT!
Luckily she wasn’t up there long, and the professor assured them that the tentacles would not kill them. Whatever creature didn’t like Riley was A-OK in his book, but lost major points a bit like her.
But he was in better spirits for the fact that not only was there water in the class, but he could go all Na-tur-al here. Cracking his arms and warming up, Calder moved to the water half of the course, passing Riley with a smirk. “I was on the boat Nurse Cricket was. I think I got a few pointers. Don’t worry, Noodle head. I’ll be extra sweet to your cousin.” He flicked his tail. Part of him wanted to high five the creature but another part wanted to bite it for resembling the ghoul and for turning her upside down.
As fun as water in class was, there were always ways to make it better. “Hey Riley! Bet I can get to the finish line before you.”
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 9:22 pm
West watched Malcolm's arrival with slightly narrowed eyes. Yes, he was glad to see for himself that the professor was still alive after his disappearance during the boat crash, but this whole partner business was a crock of s**t. He was perfectly capable of crossing some obstacle course all on his own, thank you very much.
Still, when Jericho approached, West didn't quite know how to respond. He hadn't been planning on taking the air course, even though he technically could, but he didn't want to back down now that he had been asked, despite his stance on partners and air courses and everything else. So what if he sucked at flying? Master could fly, so he wouldn't have to worry much about keeping her from dying, and surely he would be able to keep himself in the air long enough to fight a couple of purple ten...
His eyes widened as Riley shrieked in his mind and his gaze darted through the crowd, finding her just as she began flinging a couple of the smaller students to 'safety.' Who couldn't have... what? Oh. Even after she was reassured by Malcolm that she couldn't possibly know these particular tentacles and one of them even went red for her, West could still feel her voice ringing in his mind. He was suddenly very glad he had never asked her outright about the squid that had grabbed him from RAGEboat.
His attention finally turned back to Jericho and he shrugged. "Yeah, guess I coulddo that," he said nonchalantly, glancing at the chasm. Master seemed to grasp the flow of the conversation as well, taking a seat at West's feet and ruffling her small wings in anticipation.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 10:00 pm
Catching the... gesture Riley had given him, Jericho raised an eyebrow out of amusement. He didn't say anything of it though and had it been anyone else he probably would have been angered more than amused. What did irk him was Calder's laughter at the whole situation. Shooting the kelpie a glare, a low growl emitted from his voice.
Thankfully, hearing West respond snapped him out of that. Turning back towards the demon, the dragon gave a nod.
"Cool. I'll be sure to watch your back," he said. Having to hold onto Flamethrower was going to be a pain, but he would still prefer the air. He was more maneuverable there and all. The cat wasn't too sure about being held over a big hole in the ground and was making several noises of disapproval as a result.
"Quit squirming around," hissed Jericho, "Unless you want me to drop you in the pit."
West AND Jericho ARE GOING TO CHALLENGE THE Air COURSE!
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 10:31 pm
Brushing the glare from Jericho aside, Calder looked about, needing to find a partner. There was no way he could beat Riley with just anyone. Now if he was going to be in water, his natural form would be best and it seemed was allowed. Still, he needed someone who was either a good swimmer or …
Trust.
Calder had been debating this issue for some time. Ever since he gave that one ride to Christof after the boil hurt his leg, he had thought about how to bring up the issue again with the Igor. He hadn’t been bad. In fact, out of everyone in the whole of Halloweentown, he was the only boil who he could feel close enough to trust without either killing him or betraying some vital secret of his kind. At least he hoped. While he wasn’t really supposed to, what with age, tradition, and inexperience, the idea of actually learning to perfect his skill as a kelpie by allowing Christof to maybe, say, take a ride once in a while for him to learn about balancing weight and maneuvering with a rider, wasn’t a bad idea. Much better than the training dummy his parents sent him, and in all his time, the Igor actually seemed really happy that one night he did ride. Considering the Igor almost never smiled that much unless he was doing some task for his owners, Calder had been rather proud of that.
The only problem was that he sorta never told Christof that it was him that was the mysterious white horse and also proposing the idea to him. It wasn’t something you just sprung up on a guy, but……if there was going to be any test to see if Christof could handle the task, this was it.
Whatever intentions Christof had to find another partner, Calder wasn’t about to let him have that chance. Moving away from the water’s edge, Calder went up to the Igor. “Christof, I need to tell you something. Can we…go over there for a second?” He pointed to some vacant corner to the side.
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