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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 9:51 pm
Roar's ears perked up, eyes alight as he licked his chops, hefting the tray straight out of the buffet to finish off the mystery meat before straightening, dusting off his newly-plundered coat, smoothing back his head-quills before leaping over the counter, bounded across the room, and landed with a groan of metal on a nearby table, "Well, hey hey hey! And you brought... company!" The howler purred, glancing to Nona with raised thorny eyebrow-muscles. "Roarshack! W-we really aught to- oh, Lord," Jerry was still soaking wet from head to shoulders as he finally tracked the escaped weapon into the cafeteria, spotted just where he was, and froze with a pained look at Clerise. "I TOLD YOU TO WAIT IN THE HALLWAY, MEATBAG." Roar barked. Jerry whimpered, and bowed back through the door. "Now where was we?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 9:54 pm
"Strawberry is so much better than grape because grape is smelly like your face." He proceeded to tug on Cere's coat a little more adamantly, pulling her further away from Locke.
He looked extremely suspicious at Locke's proclamation. "Power of... what?" That didn't even make sense! Ceres was pulled a little more aways from the cheating brat.
"Newsflash, smelly old wrinkly guy." The kid jabbed one finger pointed right at Dis. "You're a weapon, and this is all temporary and when we go back I'll return to being way above your level and then we will see who's being cute." A huff. "And take your homo guy with you, if he touches us, we might get homo disease."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 9:59 pm
Syn solemnly nodded at Jezebel. "Jeeezzzyyy JazZZY! Jazz MuuuUsic!"
He watched her go at the smart talking guy, waving at her back, even though he couldn't see. Content at the hilarity he'd caused, he turned on his heel and walked straight into some boil that had walked into some cake.
He reached up, swirling his finger in the icing. "YouU ran into cake! Run executable clean dot tar to gee zee!"
Which meant paw at the stranger's face to get at the icing, humming all the while. "I am Syntax ERrrrrroorrr on line one, on line one, on line one--"
His skin went black and red for a moment, flashing in confusing patterns before snapping back to normal. "HI!~ Caret underscore tilde!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:00 pm
Gramps eyes were wide and glaring at all three of the other weapons. Did they really want to test his patience? He was going to kick all of your asses. All of them.
His tail flicked irritably at the horrendous nickname. “I’m not homo, dipstick. How about you run along back to your hunter before I kicked you hard?”
“Power. The power button,” he answered in a flat voice. “And I don’t have a jackin’ disease.” He planted himself by Cere’s other side, using the female hunter as a shield against the other weapons, whom he was beginning to dislike very much.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:02 pm
Dis scowled at that one. "That I am. Which is why I aim to enjoy myself. But I don't care for levels as of right now. If I play my Marcus right, one day power won't be a problem." His smile had gone darker, not threatening but rather affirming the notion that he'd obtain more power one day. "But that is in the future. As of this moment?" Dis bent down giving the boy a quick kiss on the forehead. "Enjoy your homo disease. I'm afraid it's terminal." He quickly went to kiss Gramps to before moving away. Red eyes went to the one on the tables. "Mmmm Darling when are you going to be on the menu as I'd rather like a taste of that fine a** you do so wave around." He didn't stop. "Oh, and if you like the tasteb of grape you might like something else I can think of." He never stopped.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:03 pm
"Nuh uh! Grape is better! You're just won't admit it!" He countered, grabbing hold of the other side of Ceres' coat and preventing the other boil from tugging her away any further than he already had.
"It did so make sense! Well, maybe not for you, because you're brain is so puny!" He hissed, tugging on Ceres a little more.
"Yeah! We don't need cooties from you homos." He agreed, eying the two other weapons warily and then glaring at Gramps. "Don't break a hip, you old fart!"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:10 pm
Dis grinned before looking to grape boy. "Keep on sucking. It's good practice." He kissed Locke on the forehead as well whispering. "Infected."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:10 pm
Why did this kiss make him angrier than he logically should have been? Regardless, the catoblepas moved to kick the vampire far, far away from himself.
Gramps turned to stare Locke. “I’m taking my candy back.” He reached over to pull out the grape lollipop out and throw it to the ground. And then he tugged Ceres away from the two ankle biters.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:11 pm
Silence.
It looked like he was going to cry again as his lower lip trembled and he gave Dis the biggest saddest eyes ever-
- And then rubbed his forehead and leaned over behind Ceres, wiping the same hand on Lock's arm. "Tag, homo cooties, you're it, no tagbacks!"
Another pause.
"And you can't use the secret power reset button skill either because that's cheating!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:11 pm
What a tease. If he was supposed to be intimidated by her blatantly sexual display, she was going to be sorely disappointed; Cain was not one to be embarrassed, least of all by a flirtatious ghoul. He was, however, lulled into a slightly less snarky mood by the banter from the ghoul who now taunted him back, almost willing to forget the chowder splashed against his chest. The fact that she was quite pretty helped as well, although there was something about her that nagged at him, an inexplicable feeling of both frustration and wistfulness that left him dissatisfied and off balance. At the same time, the demon felt the impulse to be both snide and possessive, his eyes flicking to where Dis was taunting her, narrowing as he fought off any other possessive thoughts. Instead, he returned his attention to the ghoul, settling for casually wary, with a hint of arrogant.
"Sorry to disappoint. Almost a shame though, if that's what you're into."
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:17 pm
Jezebel's eyes thinned and she glared at Cain like he was a piece of meat on the chopping block. The boil really didn't know what he was getting into - at least that other boil sounded like he was on the same page as her. She made a mental note to find the vampire later, and kept her eyes focused on Cain for a while. After all, he was covered in chowder, and still flirting with AND insulting her in the same breath.
That was pretty impressive.
She reached out and ran one finger down the length of his shirt, making a trail through the chowder. It felt so gross. Flirting with chowder involved was like - just - no.
That didn't stop her from trying.
She leaned in and whispered into Cain's ear, while trying, very carefully, to not touch any part of the chowder with her body.
"I could be into you. Unless you want it the other way around."
Yeah. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:19 pm
"The cake ran into me," Svensyl insisted, wiping the remnants of the confection off of his face with his sleeve. He blinked through remnants of icing to see who was speaking to him, perking up at his name. "Ah! Nollop, Syntax! We share quarters." He paused. That was not quite accurate. Maybe Syntax would understand nonetheless. "So flim and flolley to meet you like this. I am Svensyl." He bowed in greeting, bits of cake dropping to the floor, and did his best to ignore the food flying around them as he straightened up again. With a flutter of his wings, he extended his hand towards Syntax, pointed teeth showing in a pleasant smile. "So. Show me what great natumeturn turrows you have discovered."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:30 pm
Locke's mind went blank, thanks to both the comment and the kiss and for a second, he even shut his loud trap. But only for a second before he began shrieking.
"EWWWWWWW! COOTIES! HOMO COOTIES!" He flailed and spat the candy back at Gramps.
He was infected! INFECTED! The homo baldy infected him! Oh Jack why! WHY!? He was too young to be homo!
A pause as he spun around to wipe the cooties off on Noah---but then the boil beat him to it!
"No fair!" And no tag backs....Then who else was he supposed to give them to? Old homo was already infected...
He paused again, blinking up at the ghoul he was currently using as a human meat shield. Maybe being a ghoul, she would be protected from the homo cooties. Is what he thought, before he wiped his hand clean across Ceres' back and repeated the words. "N-No tag backs!"
"And yes I can! And no its not! You're only jealous because you didn't think of it first!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:34 pm
"What- let go of my arm!"A scuffle, outside the in hallway. "What the hell do you think you are doing young lady-""I'm going to go get some food! Real food. Ok, possibly also drama. I mean, did you SEE some of these guys? Pretty hunky-""You can't be more than THIRTEEN. I've been letting a, a-" he stuttered, brows furrowing, "CHILD get hurt...I...YOU.""Oh, Jack. Really? Is this where we're going? Ok, fine. DEAD thirteen year old child, ok? I've been thirteen a LONG time.""What?! I mean, well, but...""Wash, sweetie. Let me tell you something."A low whisper. "You're not my dad."The door to the cafeteria swung open, and a greenish figure strolled in, waving behind her. "Toodles!"Wash followed behind, also looking slightly green, but only around the edges.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 10:34 pm
What?! You don't just spit candy into Gramps' face, especially when he was going to yank it out himself! Scowling, the weapon shoved the lollipop back into Locke's mouth. He changed his mind. neutral
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