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 Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:51 am
Hel had heard quite a lot about this play through GroanSpring, in particular through Mort, and she was not going to give it a second thought. She had way too many other things to be doing than this. She had training to do and a battle to win! But then she ran into Xiu during one of her training sessions. It was over. A bat of her lashes, a twirl of her hair, jack damn doe eyes, that soft hopeful tone and the pleading words. Candle Jackin— Who could say no to the Baku? Who could say no to the Baku? The answer? No one. So after being asked by Xiu to come along and try out with her, Hel did. The valkyrie stomped out onto the stage, clearly not pleased. She spun on her heel once she made it to the center, looking out at the students who had gathered so far. Ffffff— Was that Mot? Jack damn it. Roch too? Oh snap, there was Mort as well…oh great. Just great. Well, Xiu did ask…and Hel would still go through with it. She did stick to her word, after all! Hel cleared her throat and puffed her chest out, tilting her head so that she looked down at her audience, high and mightily. Hey, if she was coming all the way here to try this, then she was going big! After all, you either go big or you go home. “ My name is Hel Brynhildr!” The ghoul boomed. “ I am here to try out for the role of the Prince!” Errr-- What? Someone’s got an Utena complex. The ghoul pointed out boldly at the audience thus far, possibly in Mot, Roch, and Mort’s direction. “ I proclaim that I am more suited to fit the role than any boil here!” Uh oh, someone seemed a little too big for their bloomers. “ I will protect the Princess from any Rat King with skill and honor! All foes shall fall before my spear as I pave the way to victory!” Hel pumped a fist into the air as she then haughtily crossed her arms. “ If that role is not suited for me, than I shall fulfill any role that still needs to be filled with dignity and pride!” She then gave a firm nod of her head. Oh wait…she needed to dance too, right? Hel tilted her head back and forth for a moment, as if she was getting a rhythm, and then proceeded to do this: After that little spiel she nodded her head again. “ I am finished!” She announced. There, now she had done this for Xiu. The ghoul spun on her heel once more and started to stomp off the stage again, but paused. She pointed back out into the audience, this time at Mot. “ You! You could be training right this moment! I’m going to wipe the outdoor arena with you at this point!” She taunted, grinning like a fiend before stomping off the rest of the stage and then out of the theatre. She had more training to do, of course!
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 7:21 am
Amarus had entered a vague daze after her audition, Crow trailing along after her into the rows of seats. She looked for Mort, given he was the only other one she recognized from the auditions so far. It looked like there was overwhelming desire for the role of Prince; she could clearly understand, and if she was to be defeated in combat acting, she would just have to find that ghoul or boil (and yes, many ghouls were trying for the role of prince; how interesting) and learn their weaknesses. Or congratulate them. One of those. Amarus suspected that she should be doing the latter, but she did so love competition.
"I liked your audition, Mort," she whispered, looking at the others around him as she did so, nodding her head, then shuffled past to find a free seat nearby. Crow followed her, but he climbed along the backs of the seats, staring at Ulmuka as he passed, and imitating an avian movement with his head as he did so.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 11:42 am
"I'm feeling better. I wish I could have done more, though..." He trailed off, face falling into a bewildered stare as he watched Hel get on stage. A smirk spread over his face at her introduction. Even when rehearsing for a play, she was so full of pride and energy. That smirk became an amused grin, leaning back and watching her speak.
And then she danced.
His face was stuck in a grin. Not only was Hel hilarious, she was a good dancer. But he'd never seen her dance like that. The boil rubbed his neck, feeling a little warm watching that.
He wasn't sure whether to be impressed or giggle like a kid.
He relaxed as she started to leave, only to tense up when she called him out. He blinked rapidly, then furrowed his brow. "HEY! I CAN TAKE BREAKS!"
He huffed and crossed his arms.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 11:45 am
Muka grinned at the treat when he realized he was being watched. He was fascinated that the little thing wanted to imitate him so he bobbled his own head back at Crow. He loved minipets! He also loved snacks and sometimes it was hard to distinguish the two but now he knew this little treat was someone's pet, he'd never try to eat it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 5:15 pm
Taryn had been entirely thrown off her game by the owl boil walking by and touching them all, watching him with horror as he left. Then all of a sudden everyone was clapping, and then Mort was talking to someone else, and she just politely sat by, struck by shyness with these new people. Only when there seemed to be a brief lull in conversation did she speak.
"Well... a sound, maybe?" Oh, right, it'd been minutes since their conversation about beans. She'd better specify. "Beans can maybe make... scary rattling noises. I don't know offhand of any species afraid of beans..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:22 am
Crow couldn't really smile, or display any particular emotions, but he was pleased with Muka's gesture. He only wished that he had a greater range of movement. Why the treat believed he was a bird was entirely unclear, but that was what Amarus loved about him. Well, that in particular, but for other reasons, of course.
Amarus, in fact, noticed this exchange from where she was talking with Mort, and she turned to talk to the unfamiliar bird-boil, "He seems to like you," she said, the corner of her mouth tilting upwards into a smile. "What's your name?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 4:56 pm
"He's very funny." Muka's head nodded and he grinned at the pink haired ghoul. "I'm flattered that he likes me." Another hissed giggle. "My name is Ulmuka Knobwalker. My friends usually call me Muka. Feel free if you'd like to be friends?" He tilted his head and smiled. The strix was a quirky boil who acted much more birdlike than a normal boil. His wings ruffled on his back and resettled. "What is your name?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 10:20 pm
”...Uh oh.”
After Xiu had convinced (and by convinced, she really meant guilt-tripped) Riyo into auditioning with her for the parts of Mr. and Mrs Syberhouse, they arrived to learn that they weren’t supposed to audition together, but separately for the parts. The baku wanted to slap herself in the forehead: how had she missed that part? Ears drooping, she turned to look at Riyo apologetically. ”I-I’m sorry, if I had been a little more careful ...”
What were they going to do now? They couldn’t just give up after all that practicing they had done! Though it had taken a while, with Riyo’s help, Xiu had managed to learn the steps to the dance that Mr. and Mrs. Syberhouse did at the beginning of The Cracker of Nuts. The baku had even gone to Lizzy to ask to borrow one of her gowns for the audition, but now there was the dilemma of who her partner was going to be. She had to figure it out fast too, because it was her turn next. Maybe...Hel? She had seen the valkyrie audition (Xiu had beamed when she noticed that her friend really came to try out) but she couldn’t see her anywhere right now!
No time to find her: the student in front of her had just finished their audition, so it was her turn next. In a moment of panic, she reached out and grabbed out of the gnomes, pulling them along with her while whispering an apologetic, ”Please bear with me!”
She hoped he could dance.
Moving into the center of the stage, she immediately released the gnome, straightening up and grasping the sides of her dress so that she could offer a shaky curtsy to Rengath and the students who were watching. ”My name is Xiu-Ying, and I’ll be auditioning for the part of Mrs. Syberhouse.” There was a pause, during which a red blush spread across her cheeks. She motioned towards the gnome.
”Since...since I will be doing one of the dances, this...uh, good sir is going to be my partner.” This part was muttered—she was clearly embarrassed.
With that, Xiu moved into place, praying that the gnome knew this dance. Perhaps he did, because he moved to stand beside her, taking her hand as was required. Of course, it was a little awkward—whereas Xiu was used to having to look up at her partner when she practiced with Riyo, the baku now had to look—and even lean—down slightly.
Once the familiar music started playing, the baku tried to cast away all the thoughts of the people watching, focusing instead on getting the right steps down with her...er, partner. For a while, it was going quite well—though the gnome didn’t seem to know the steps, he was doing a pretty good job at keeping up. Maybe gnomes weren’t so bad after all!
Or so she thought until—at the point in the dance where she circled her partner—she felt someone grab her a**. At once, she swatted the intrusive hand away, feeling her cheeks grow warm from both embarrassment and rising irritation.
”...” A glare was shot at the gnome, but he simply grinned, a disturbing sparkle in his eyes. She knew what he was thinking: around the end, there would be a point where she would have to circle him again. Twice, in fact. Two more perfect chances to grope her...
But not on her watch.
Xiu spent the rest of the dance too distracted to be nervous because she was busy trying to find ways to dodge her partner’s grabby hand. At one point, the gnome even refused to let go of her hand, forcing the baku to wrench free and nearly lose her footing. Fortunately, she managed to somehow turn this into an awkward and possibly intentional-looking twirl.
For the love of Jack, why wasn’t the song over yet?!
Though the act was only supposed to be a minute long, it felt far, far longer for the baku. The moment the music stopped and signaled the end of the dance, Xiu shuffled away from the gnome and shot him a disapproving glare. She still looked rather annoyed as she turned to the audience, curtsied again, and hurried off of the stage.
If that gnome even dared to try that again off-stage, Xiu was going to test out that new kick on him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:35 am
owo That orangey ghoul was rather passionate about the rat king . . . Though she smelled funny. Fruity. What a funny smell!
Well, better smelling than a zombie at least.
"Y-You did?" he asked Amarus, blinking. "Thankies. Did well too, glad you come!" And then he chuckled as Mot and Hel exchanged words about their upcoming bet and the training for it. "Is still training," he reasoned for the reaper with a little grin. "T-Train to be different person. Fast on feet. 'Member lines. Not everyone d-do good." He was privy to this knowledge of the soon-to-be-battle thanks to Groanspring chatterings with Hel, and additional pride was piled on top of what he had already accumulated now that the valkyrie had joined in the auditions.
This was once more piled upon when Xiu came on stage, trying to Mrs. Cyberhouse like she said she would. The zombie beamed even as the gnome made disruptions due to his fascination with her a** (not that he blamed the lil' guy, seriously), and Mort clapped loyally as the baku quickly curtsied and skipped offstage, even going so far as to try and whistle by sticking two fingers in his mouth; all that came out was a forced breath of air, however.
He then turned to Taryn, poking his chin thoughtfully. "Noise, yiss . . . Could be. Chuppi n' I d-do research, will think've somethin'. Good guys d-do good in end."
Mort kinda wished he had brought one of his minies along. Lanna would have been a welcome presence during this period of waiting, which in and of itself was more nerve wracking than the actual auditioning in his opinion. His idle energy was spent picking at his pants, face, or hair.
And Groanspring on his shitty phone. Never not Groanspring for Mortimer.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 10:18 am
"See? Right!" Mot said to Mort, nodding. Training in a different sense!
Mot turned his attention to the stage as Xiu came on. It was great to see so many of his friends perform! However, his eyes narrowed on a certain gnome who was harassing the ghoul instead of helping her. He'd remember that gnome, and be having a... talk with him later.
~x~x~x~
Siobhan hummed with excitement all the while.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 10:43 am
Roch wasn't going to TALK at all, he thought as his eyes landed on the gnome, memorizing its little face and outfit. That jacker was going to suffer.
Gnome guts made for good guitar strings, right?
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 12:11 pm
((Not sure if sign-ups closed at midnight last night or if they're closing tonight XD If last night, feel free to ignore meeeee)) Xander wasn't really into the whole school play thing. He was actually somewhat embarrassed that he was actually here. Sure, he'd seen the posters around the school, and sure, he was somewhat intrigued by the idea of maybe watching the play, surrounded by others, enjoying the show...but certainly not being in the show himself. Yet when he saw the other students heading to the auditorium, his instincts betrayed him, and he began to follow like some kind of sheep with it's herd. Only in this case it was a zombie with his horde.... Once actually inside the auditorium. he stood back by the door and watched. I'm just going to watch...that's it. Just going to watch...He told himself this over and over again. But try as he might to stay back and keep quiet, the performances of the other students seemed to move something inside of him. Did he have some kind of hidden talent, ready to come bursting out? He wasn't really sure, but something drove him to want to get up on that stage. He told himself that it was just because he was already there. He might as well try out, tight? It wasn't because he craved some sort of attention or anything...>_> Slowly he began to shuffle his way towards the stage. He moved so painstakingly slowly, he was actually almost certain auditions would be closed before he could manage to shamble his way on to stage. In fact...they might have indeed already closed...but by Jack he was going to go through with it anyway! Once he had it in his mind he was going to do something, he was going to do it! He continued his steady troupe, stumbling up the stairs and continuing on. Clearing his throat he looked up, standing dead center. He looked with unseeing eyes at the members of the audience. It would be easier to do this if he didn't focus on anything. "My name is Xand--..er...Alexander" Yes, his full name sounded better. "I'd like to try out for..." Wait...what did he want to try out for? There had been so many tryouts already, and from ghouls and boils who actually wanted to be a part of the play! He didn't want to unintentionally take a part away from them. "Any non-speaking part!" There, that aught to be ok. He could at least stay in the background with a non-speaking role. And this way all he'd really have to do is dance...which he was fairly confident about since playing Dance Dance Deadolution a couple of times in the Scarecade, and getting quite a good score both times. That had to mean he was good at it, right? Summoning any and all talent he might possess, Xander danced across the stage. And that dance, went a little something like this:  Only slightly less feminine. Slightly. When he finished, Xander shuffled back to center stage, digging his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He stood there for a split second, and then muttered a quick "Thank you" before beginning his slow shuffle back off of the stage.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 1:38 pm
It had figured that after all the practicing and guilt tripping, things would turn out like this.
Riyo was a very busy ghoul. She had things to do, people to see, and papers to fill out. Even when she saw the flyers, auditioning for the play didn’t cross her mind… Until Xiu brought it up to her. The answer, at first, was a loud, resounding NO. Which was followed up by another NO, until the guilt tripping started. ‘But Riyo… I helped you with your dream…’ It came back to the fact that Riyo hated owing people and would do anything to get out of the situation, including auditioning for a stupid play.
But now that they knew it was a monologue, things were much more complicated. Deciding to try out for Mr. and Mrs. Syberhouse, the ghouls had practiced dancing ‘till their feet almost fell off. So, now completely unprepared, Riyo strained herself to think of a solution to this solo situation. Well, they could use props, right?
Her eyes shot around the backstage momentarily. Broom? Nope. Coat rack? Nope. Gnomes? Hell no. She’d seen what just happened to Xiu. Felix?
… There sat the little nergal hazcat at her feet, silently grooming himself as he waited to provide moral support for his master. Little did he know, the masked marvel would be accomplishing much more.
The ghoul had just finished in time for her turn, marching out on stage with a fantastic fake moustache under her nose. It was to hide her permanent cringe towards the situation. With a mock confidence, she marched up on stage and stood at the front, staring directly at the teacher.
“I’m Riyo, and I’m auditioning for Mr. Syberhouse.” The ghoul said begrudgingly and gestured towards the embarrassed hazcat. “Felix is my dance partner.” Felix was also dressed in a… Dress, and the poor creature didn’t know how to feel about it. What little masculinity the cat had was ripped away by a thin layer of poorly pinned fabric.
The ghoul wasn’t about to stand around and wait for questions and comments. Her boot-clad feet moved towards the stage’s center and motioned for the cat to follow along. Luckily, the hazcat needed no real experience for the situation. She’d be doing most of the work, after all. “Music please.”
Was Riyo nervous? If she had actually wanted to do this, yes. She most certainly would have been. Luckily, this is what Xiu wanted. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t try, however. The demoness knew how these situations worked. If she didn’t try, it would be fantastic and everybody would love it. If she did, the part would probably go to someone else. That was her luck… But it was a little embarrassing to be dancing with her pet.
The music started, and so did Riyo’s routine. Nothing like watching a usually proud demon hunched over dancing with a mini to warm the soul. Though, for what it was, it went smoothly… Until a gnome found it appropriate to throw a ball of red yarn up on the stage.
She could feel Felix attempt to pull away from her in an effort to claim that slowly unraveling string, her tail twitching in agitation. No, she hadn’t been lured by those cheap tricks before… But the situation was getting out of hand. Adding to the fact that she was making a fool out of herself, they were making it worse. It was almost over. ALMOST OVER. That thought made Riyo’s grip slip enough that her mini fled after the distraction.
Okay. Now she was nervous. “Um…” The feline cleared her throat as she watched her cross-dressed dance partner happily chase the yarn, sweat beading up on her forehead. “So… A guy walks into a bar… And uh… It hurt.” Who would’ve known Riyo actually knew jokes? When it failed to lighten the situation… Her fright grew worse. Oh jeez. Were those tomatoes in the gnome’s hands? FFFFFFFFFF-
In the blink of an eye, something odd happened. Instead of a tall demoness standing there, a small, long-legged black cat stood. Oh jeez. OH JEEZ. NOT AGAIN. This whole 'new ability' was becoming more trouble than it was worth. Moreover, she hadn't really talked about it with anybody, so... SURPRISE!
If she could’ve spoke, ‘exit, stage left’ would’ve been the perfect retreating line as she darted back from whence she came. The only thing she left... Was that fake mustache.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 6:30 pm
The steady clip-clop echoed in the auditorium as Calder moved onto the stage. Still adorn in a kilt, he varied his outfit for the occasion. He knew what role he wanted to play. He barely knew the story, but the snippets of the story he managed to dig up was one of a tragic tail of a King who pursued a Fairy and a Prince that was also fighting for the Fairy. When it came to stories, he often liked the princes, but Kings were one rank above. Not to mention that he felt rather bad for the King, especially since he seemed to have a better kingdom. Who didn't like Rats?
"My name is Calder and I'm auditioning for the role of Rat King." He called out, trying to make out the judge from the blinding lights. He checked his outfit. Puffy shirt - check. Vest - check. Gloves - check. Did he look like the king from the movie? He certainly tried. It had taken him a while just to get his hair down to something similar, and he decided to spice it up a bit by braiding his tail as tightly as he could to make a rat tail, and also made a crown. It was a great crown even if the points were a bit uneven and tended to curl a bit. He ...sorta dropped it in water when making it. He was sure no one would see the tape, but he hopes they would appreciate his great rendition of a rat head drawn on the front.
Now it was time for the acting. He rose up the glow mice. All the books he saw showed actors raising up skulls, and it just seemed to be a 'actor thing' to do. He was sure the teacher would be impressed. Clearing his throat, he started. "Scarah, beware. I have been generous up until now, but I can be cruel. Everything! Everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that the child be taken, I took him. You cowered before me. I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you. I've exhausted living up to your expectations. Isn't that generous." He swallowed hard.
"Stop. Wait. Look, Scarah." At this point, Calder reached into pocket in his vest and pulled out a small container and taking off the cap, pulled out a bubble wand and blew. Green bubbles blob-ed out, shimmering around as they floated. He then put the items away and went back to raising the very confused glomeece. " Look what I'm offering. Your dreams. I asked for so little. Just let me rule you, and you can have everything that you want. Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave." He then paused, and then set the mouse down, before laying on the ground, arms spread out. "And then I turned into a owl." He got up and bowed, done with his performance. He picked up the glomeece and left the stage.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 11:31 pm
Israfel was a bit apprehensive for trying out in the school play. Last year’s play had been weird to say the least, and besides that, he still had a bit of stage fright. It was another musical and…he still only sung to himself or in private with Lucien. Mostly since Lucien didn’t get mad at him for being terrible. His FEAR song was getting better, as he had managed to make a minipet drown itself, (is Israfel’s defense, he thought it could be revived. Apparently, burning wishes didn’t take to water very well. The thought that fire plus water would not mix just never occurred to him. He was a touch slow like that.) But Israfel had come to the conclusion that if he didn’t try he would never know for sure.
And it was better to try and fail then have not tried at all…right?
Getting up on stage, the tiny birdlike student shuffled back and forth. “Hi. Um… My name is Israfel and I am trying out for the part of…” He looked back at the paper. “Fallen Angels.” He could fly, so it would work right? Plus he didn’t think they sang much, if at all. Setting his paper down on the edge of the stage, the blue siren began to do a very… interesting dance routine on the stage before jumping off and flying around. Interpretive dance? Yes, very much so. Only it wasn’t very ‘fallen angel’ like. It was more… idiotic and semi retarded angel that is making an poor attempt at dancing in the air. While Israfel had become a better flyer, he had not become ‘the best’ by any stretch of the imagination. No, he was still very much the awkward sky turtle with a gimp.
His dance in the air came to an abrupt halt as he realized that more than just the teacher was watching him. There were other students there. Oh Jack he had thought- or rather- he hadn’t thought that other students would be their for the auditions. Of course he also hadn’t thought about the fact if he got the part he’d be performing in front of the whole school. Having a mild panic, his wings slammed shut against him back, causing him to plummet to the stage floor with a yelp. Oh well that had certainly be bad. (And rather painful). “I’m sorry, uh, let me just-“ He did ore awkward dance moves on the stage. A flap of his wings and again, more idiotic sky dancing. Oh Jack why Hadn’t he practiced? Oh right because someone would have seen him. Such a dumb bird.
As the imaginary music he was playing in his head stopped, he glided back down to the stage, eying the gnomes with tomatoes worriedly. “I- Uh, that is to say, I-“ Oh jack he was not cut out for this type of thing. He was done thank. “Nevermind. I’m sorry.” Grabbing the paper front the stage front he scrambled off the stage and out the theater. NEVER. AGAIN.
(This is not an actual entry I am just doing shiz for points >_> ))
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