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 Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 4:19 pm
"No, no. Nothing like that." She sighed, a hand raising to rub her temples. "A certain boil managed to acquire my phone number and refuses to leave me alone. I've insulted him. I've threatened him. I swung a TABLE at him, and for whatever reason, he STILL won't leave me a-" Riyo paused. "Wait, why am I telling you this?" It wasn't any of the dragon's business, that's for sure. Moreover, he probably didn't give a s**t. Nobody did. If this was a mirrored situation, SHE wouldn't give a s**t.
As if accepting an invitation that was never offered, Felix moved to carefully stand on Riyo's shoulder before quickly calculating a leap onto the dragon's. His master didn't like making new friends, but he did. Purring, the feline decided to make himself comfortable, even going so far as to rub his masked face against the dragons. Traitor.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 4:22 pm
Jericho raised an eyebrow as she mentioned this other boy. It sounded like she had quite the stalker or something. Well.. he supposed that would explain why she seemed a bit skittish.
When the hazcat jumped onto his shoulder, he grinned and looked at the critter, scratching it lightly under the chin.
"Who knows, maybe you needed to vent," he shrugged, "But it sounds like you got a masochistic stalker on your hands."
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 4:41 pm
As Riyo noticed the sudden lightness of her coat, her eyes fell on Felix who had become a turncoat.
The bakeneko's ears fell back against her head, as if somebody had just punched a kitten in front of her.
"Well that's all great and fun, but doesn't help me in the least." She sighed, shoving her hands into her pockets and... Emptying them of dirt.
"I need to figure out a way to get rid of him for good." Continuing to rid herself of dirt, the feline's movements slowed and her eyes widened. "... Wait. You're a guy." Immediately, her glance turned up to him. "What would make you never want to speak to a ghoul again?"
The hazcat began purring louder at the attention he received from the dragon, happy to have met such a nice person. Whatever he had done to anger Riyo probably hadn't been that bad. And she DID get upset over little things.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 4:48 pm
Jericho couldn't help but smile as the cat as it started to purr. It was a pretty nice little guy. He scratched under the chin a little more, then glanced over at Riyo, raising an eyebrow again.
"Well some guys would get scared off by the whole having a table thrown at them," he shrugged while thinking, "Dump a tub of glitter on him? Start wearing bright pink? Act incredibly girly? Say you have a boyfriend?"
Thinking a little longer, he went on to things that would piss him off personally.
".. Steal something of his and break it," he murmured, "That'd piss me off quite a bit. Just.. uh.. don't stick around."
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 5:20 pm
"Mhm." Riyo listened intently and pulled out her fancy skellephone, using one of the features to start taking notes. "Tub of glitter... Bright.. Pink?" The very thought made her shutter. what an ugly color. "Incredibly... Mm.." Almost immediately she stopped taking notes. Yeah. She could dump a tub of glitter on him. Though... It would be hard to avoid getting any on her.
Wearing bright pink? That would stain her reputation (she did have a reputation, right?), and acting incredibly girly... Um. Wow.
"I.. Don't know if I can do any of those things without wanting to off myself." Especially the boilfriend part. "It's kinda hard to fake something you don't know anything about. Relationships are not 'my thing', and I'd like to assume my frigid b***h demeanor makes it painfully obvious." Hey, might as well be honest. That was the image she WANTED to put off.
"... But I suppose I could steal something and break it." Yeah. that wouldn't be too hard. "Break that jack-damn phone of his so he'll stop CALLING ME." It was obvious Deacon had crawled under her skin and started to fester. Not only had he forced her to interact with people, the boil said all the wrong things to her. Or, in his opinion, all the right things. She just didn't get it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 5:27 pm
Pausing there, Jericho took a moment to think about things some more. The whole relationship thing didn't come to mind because quite frankly just about anything was possible in Halloween.
"Well that could work. If you have his email, you could always send him viruses and s**t," he shrugged, "Going back to the glitter idea.. might be able to carefully make a glitter and water filled balloon."
"And just hope he's not as desperate or idiotic as he sounds right now."
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 6:20 pm
A water balloon... That was... That was kinda genius. Why hadn't she thought of it? "Alright, that's not a bad idea." Scribbling that down, she added a note to figure out how to send computer viruses. THAT was something she could do.
"Yeah, well. I don't know much about Deacon because I don't care to ask.. Hopefully it'll stay that way."
That's when the feline realized she'd just broken a couple of her own rules. Not that it wasn't necessary, but...
"My name is Riyo." She spoke softly, shoving the phone back in her pocket. "And I make a point to pay back everyone who helps me, so..." Her hand retreated from the pocket, carrying a semi-dusty card with it inbetween her fingers. "Here. Let me know how I can return the favor."
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 6:25 pm
Nodding to her, Jericho glanced down as she produced a business card. He took it, looking the thing over. It looked fairly fancy so she must work at a pretty big place.
Favors were always useful, in any case. Treasure was a little more so in his opinion, but he did have one thing in particular in mind that could help him out.
"And I'm Jericho. Sorry about colliding into you earlier," he said before glancing at his booth, "Well. If you manage to get enrolled into the school by the time elections come around, a vote from you for me as treasurer will do just fine."
Every vote counted after all.
"Otherwise I'll be sure to keep this in mind for the future."
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 6:55 pm
"Whatever." It appeared she couldn't just say 'It's alright'. Though that's probably what she meant. Tail swaying back and fourth, the feline listened to his rather simple request. Well, it HAD been a simple favor, she supposed. At least he wasn't one of those people who asked for too much or whatever he could get away with. Come to think of it, Mitsu hadn't gotten back to her either.
"I'll be sure to do that." If she managed to get into school, that is.
Looking at the hazcat was apparently the only cue it needed to hop back onto her shoulder. "Hopefully the rest of your day will be better than mine." Was her parting comment as she started to walk off. Where? Who knew. Though, she had to wonder if Mitsu was somewhere around. She hated being indebted to someone for so long...
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 7:02 pm
"Have fun with the festival. Try to at least," nodded Jericho, waiting for the cat to jump off of his shoulder before moving closer to his booth so he could continue to tend to it. He glanced at the card once more, then placed it into his pocket. It'd be good to have for later on, should he end up need something other than the vote.
Stretching out his wings, he just looked around, bringing his gaze over towards Riley's booth for a bit.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 11:46 pm
And then a gnome flew right past this booth, too. 
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 8:07 am
Jeremy the Hunter Deana the (female) Sloth Demon hadn't intended on stopping by the booth. School politics didn't really seem important, they had those in the human world; all the promises could be made, but in the end it was just a popularity contest, and thus not important to learn about for his mission.
What did make him stop at first was a glimpse of something that looked like a beaten lawn ornament went flying by.
"...Does that happen often?" 'She' asked aloud, voice low in hopes of passing off the more masculine tone as a sore throat or partially lost voice. Now that he had stopped though, he took a gander at the booth he was near. Run by some sort of fire-or-lava dragon...and apparently this one was running for treasurer. ...A Dragon. Was running for Treasurer.
Jeremy snickered.
<IS THAT A DRAGON OH I LOVE DRAGONS ASK HIM IF HE'S A FIRE TYPE DRAGON HE'S RED HE HAS TO BE I'M A FIRE TYPE TOO MAYBE WE COULD BE FRIE---Ohhey chocolates!>
Snicker gone, headache starting. Thanks, Elsie.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 9:37 am
 And then a Rosenthal followed behind the flying gnome, eyes gleaming... Hungry for vengeance.
... Plus the whole 'ban on stalking Mac' thing had made him rather grumpy.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 9:39 am
Out of the corner of his eyes, Jericho saw something flying across the sky. It seemed to look like a gnome. Eh. Nothing to worry about. Hearing a new voice in the area as well, he glanced to see a female sloth demon hovering nearby.
He hadn't heard much of her voice at the moment there, so he didn't really think much of it at the time.
"Eh. Sorta. Gnome punting is a bit of a sport sometimes. The little bastards deserve it though," the dragon nodded.
Seeing a blur of red, Jericho glanced down. Wait. Was that Rosenthal?
.. Nah.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 8:02 pm
In the time that Jerichp had gone to check up on Riley's booth (and came back) Bul had nabbed some of the chocolate golden coins and was nibbling on them as the dragon had returned.
HOPE HE DOESNT MIND..
The chocolate was smeared all over his lips so it was impossible to judge innocently. When the gnome flew by he stared wide eyed then shrugged, "I like some gnomes to tell you the honest truth.." he smiled.
Eyes met the newcomer to the booth with a turn of his head. She sounded... REALLY.
SLEEPY. (nod to the deep voice)
"If it's not a gnome... it's something. Always something"
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