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 Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 1:45 pm
"Yes, it is only a pillow, but it is also my face, Hollandaise. I enjoy my face without pillows hitting it, thank you," Deszeld lifted her voice with that, peering with irritation over at the patchwork and the incubus - who had, it seemed, found himself angry enough to shift into something that was completely unholy to look at. "Of course I will protect you," Deszeld sounded rather offended that Holly had even needed to ask, "because you are mi -- my friend." Des grunted.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 1:45 pm
Llyr seemed relatively unfazed by the possessive way in which the second boil coiled around the first from behind, and instead gave them both a bright smile, beaming at them through the dazzle of Barth's appeal.
"You are very pretty too," he told Calder. "I like your hair very much. And I like this booth, it is very quiet and simple and that makes it much more easy to be at."
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Baneful rolled 12 10-sided dice:
4, 3, 2, 5, 8, 8, 9, 2, 1, 6, 8, 8
Total: 64 (12-120)
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 1:46 pm
It was enough to kick Zar completely over the edge. Letting out an absolute shriek of rage, he leapt forward, claws and fangs bared, to throw all of his weight hard against the Igor without even passing regard for his own welfare. He was really, really good at bottling up rage until the point where it wasn't bottled any longer.
It was more acceptable than attacking Barth too. Christof was probably too big to eat.
HP: 38
DMG: 18
Fear Used: GC Y3
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Bilious rolled 9 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 2, 2, 4, 3, 3, 3, 1
Total: 24 (9-36)
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 1:57 pm
Suddenly, the demon was on him and Christof went flying backward into the remaining towers of pillows, sending them spraying everywhere. He gave a strangled growl himself, and flung more pillows wildly as he whipped his monstrous left arm up and around, bristling with Fear and spikes and claws to slash Zar with the force of a swinging sharpened rake strapped to a sledge hammer.
He could feel his stitches straining, and by the time he had hauled himself back up to his feet, ready for a fight, his right arm was literally hanging by a few threads. Even so, he willed the Parts to stick together, his jacket flung from his shoulders so all three arms could raise into a defensive position, fists at the ready.
HP: 32/50
DMG: 20
Fear Used: Battle Cry Y3
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 2:04 pm
Barth smiled at Siddie, who he was always happy to see. He was pleased she looked well, although less that she had ended up with a ripped ticket.
"Nevermind, you can err...just take another one in a bit. Very good to see you, Siddie, how are you keeping?"
There were several new faces, which was good, and everyone- well, most everyone seemed to be settling in alright. A pale-looking fellow came over, blooming with compliments, although Calder didn't seem to be taking them...quite the same.
"Err, oh. Ah, thank you," Barth said to Llyr, slightly embarrased. Pretty. He had been hoping for something more like, ravishingly intimidating. Or devastatingly maniacal. He knew about the rose's effects, of course, he was a demon of...science, after a fashion, he'd just...did it really all end up in being pretty? He had been growing out his goatee. That must have counted for something.
From a purely, objective standpoint, the Nix (who he had no interest whatsoever in) certainly had a- not attractive, mind, but- a symmetrical ethereal quality, with a pale chiseled chest and soft drapery that made him look like a statue stepped out of someone's garden fountain.
"We do try. To keep it quiet- Christof!" Barth said in sudden alarm as a fully-demonstrous Zar launched into him.
"Don't, oh- err, careful- the err, the booth-" Barth sunk down deep into the sofa. "We're going to get kicked out," he said miserably, mostly to himself. "Are there rules on fighting?" He couldn't remember. "Ticket sale limits, distribution, err."
He should have planned better in the escape route portion of the booth.Quote: tags 2 Llyr, Siddie, Calder, Christof, Zar + general
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 2:19 pm
Calder beamed. He always liked compliments and event pretty made him just wave his hand in a "oh you" type fashion. He touched his hair. "Oh, stop." Don't, really. He wanted to hear more. "I can't do a thing with it. I just...threw it together today." Or more or less, spent over an hour humming and deciding which blue rose to place in his hair and how best to twist and twirl it up into a ponytail. He hoped Barth knew how lucky he was to have such a delightful and sexy stallion and that Calder could attract others too.
But who was he kidding. Looking as he did today, it was no wonder Zar had fallen to Barth. The demon pulled the attention of others like a glorious black sun, pulling all planets into its orbit and destroying them in his handsome allure.
Oh, his legs felt weak just looking at that perfectly sculpted brow, that slanted chin, and the curve of his horns that glimmered in the autumn sun.
When Siddie came to break his concentration, he took a breath and looked over at her. HER. The fiance before Calder could even claim Barth, and he felt on edge with her around. "Oh~ Hello there Siddie. You look..."He looked her over and tried not to flare his nostrils and stomp a hoof at how pretty her attire was. The skirt was short with ruffles and just the right amount of black lace. Her top hugged features Calder didn't otherwise own, and she spoke in such a soft tone. "..nice." He commented, restraining himself from stepping between her and Barth. He wanted to pull the demon aside, into the pillow pile, and leave the world of hot ex-fiances and new boils away.
It was then that the commotion behind him got Calder's attention - only because it had gotten Barth's, and Calder looked, almost drunk by being this close to Barth and his radiantly destructive looks, and noticed Zar and Chrsitof fighting. At first, Calder didn't mind. Usually he would. Usually he would be instantly upset, but Christof always had a place in Barth's heart. He was his science friend and Calder could never take that spot. If Chrsitof got in trouble, Calder could spend more time with him. Better yet, if Zar looked worse and even got punched, his pretty incubi features would be ruined - at least for a day. A day where Calder would look better and be there for his lovely demon fiance.
But then Barth looked upset, and looking at those gorgeous lips frown, he felt his heart bleed with worry and sadness and then snap with a burning rage. They made his hubby upset! They were going to give him wrinkles at a early age!!
Snapping his attention over to them, Calder flicked his tail and left the group to march over to them. "YOU TWO STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" He shouted in a voice he was practicing to use on his own scarlings. "SO HELP ME, IF YOU GIVE MY FIANCE ONE JACKIN WRINKLE ON HIS GLORIOUS, SEXY, DROP-DEAD GORGEOUS FACE, I AM GOING TO TEAR YOUR SPINES OUT AND USE THEM AS TABLE LEGS FOR THIS BOOTH!!" He was moving towards them, eyes already starting to smoke.
No one bothered his beautiful boyfriend.
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 7
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 2:23 pm
The swing from Christof hurt because of course it did. The Igor was built like a rock and was armed - excessively so - for battle. Zar on the other hand was designed for one very narrow and specific field, his entire shape bent around accommodating his specialised pursuit of prey. It was thanks to this that his jaw was entirely useful for unhinging to devour paralysed creatures but completely unsuited to being smacked hard with an arm full of claws. It dislocated and stayed wide open further than any mammilian jaw should have, but he paid it no heed. Even the pain could be set aside with the sheer force of adrenaline that currently overwhelmed it.
Instead he picked himself up from where he'd fallen in a heap of serpentine coils and horns and rounded on Christof once again, hissing with every breath and dripping jet black blood onto the formerly perfectly arranged pillows under him from the wounds on his face.
He couldn't talk any longer like this but he didn't have to, and even Calder's yelling only made him bristle all the more. No one told him what to do - or rather everyone told him what to do - but he was through with that too.
Rearing up onto his hind legs, he lunged forward once again to attack the Igor, this time using only his long, lethal claws.
HP: 18
DMG: 11
Fear Used: GC Y3
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Bilious rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 2:37 pm
Christof's second swing probably would have gone a lot smoother if the other beast's claws hadn't slashed across his neck and chest, his head suddenly flopping backward, hanging only by it's rear stitches. He gave a snarling groan as he continued to unfray, right arm going flying to land between two of the innocent nappers, but his own claws swung again at the sensitively dislocated jaw and face attached. HP: 21 DMG: 5
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Lady in the Golden Wood rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 2:43 pm
This was probably the best booth ever. Sure, the other booths had snazzy activities and what not, but this, this was napping. And Ryou needed to nap. Way too much running around to all the booths. He needed the rest.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 2:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 2:55 pm
Chrsitof fought. He was just his way of dealing with things when he got frustrated about what to do. Calder knew this. He had seen Chrsitof fight over and over again about various things - sometimes at other people, many times at him. He usually tried to get Chrsitof to calm down, but that usually never helped. Usually only his master or mistress could get him to snap to attention. The kelpie never had that ability. While they were friends, Calder didn't strike any power cord to the undead and in turn, he wasn't heard half the time. It hurt a lot when those times happened to remind him of his hiearchy with his friend.
For Zar, Calder knew he was still dealing with his other form. He had been working with Zar as best he could to gain more and more control. He half expected something like this to happen, but if had, he had expected the other party to be afraid and not making it worse.
Despite his tone, one that Calder was trying to brush up on hopes of using on future scarlings, the two boils completely ignored him. Even more angry that he wasn't even given any acknowledgement, he moved but then went into a panic when Zar bled on the cushions. "Zar! Stop!" Oh no, the booth was going to get covered in blood! And Zar, the damn fool was tearing himself apart!
No....NO! He deserved getting hurt for being an idiot!
Racing over, Calder threw as many pillows and blankets out of the two boils' destructive path, taking the pillows that now had blood on them and frowning. "The good pillows." He whined, setting them aside away from the other pillows before looking over as Zar continued to fight, this time with Christof, nearly just a pile of parts, went for a swipe. "Christof! NO!"
If they wanted to fight, they had to do it AWAY from the booth.
In a moment, Calder shifted into a large, white horse. It wasn't that of his other form, which was far more intimidating, but his other form was heavier and he needed weight for being a good wall. Fighting them would only make a bigger mess. He also didn't want to pick sides either. Christof was his bestest friend and had a special place in his heart. Zar was a new...complicated friend and Barth's newest lover. Fighting also might just make more blood.
Giving a whinny, Calder moved between the two boils and simply stood there. If any of them tried to move to get to the other, he would try his best to get in the way. Since both Chrsitof and Zar were rather large, it wasn't like they could sneak too easy between him - he hoped.
"STOP IT! Take this outside! Take this away from the booth! OR JUST GROW UP AND STOP IT!" He stomped a hoof, getting frustrated.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 3:01 pm
Hollandaise had finally begun to drift off, thinking sleepily of giant elms whose branches dappled the sunlight, when THUNK. She awoke with a jerk, snapping her head upwards, banging it into Des's chin. She creaked in pain, eyes blearily opening. It... it was an arm. An undead arm. Her skin broke out in goosebumps and she scrambled upright, trying not to knee Deszeld in the process. "What are you doing?" Well, it was clear what they were doing: fighting. In the middle of the napping booth. Hollandaise could feel her face twisting in ire and breathed deeply, smoothing it. She bent down and grabbed a pillow. It was green and shaped like a coffee mug. It didn't matter that Calder had moved between them. Hollandaise's fingers itched. With a heave, the Warder sent the poor, innocent pillow flying at Christof.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 3:09 pm
Bilious this is why we can't have nice things, bili "They are fighting, Hollandaise," Deszeld explained, grasping the arm that had flown in their direction. She bit into it; it tasted... well. It was rather disgusting, but the green kind of had a fondness for disgusting foods. "Would you like a bite? And you should not throw pillows, Hollandaise."
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 3:13 pm
Zar had leapt back to get some momentum for another strike and to try and throw coils around Chris properly. But before he could, Calder had stepped in and blocked his path. It was enough to jar him out of his fixation on removing even more of the patchwork's limbs, enough to jar him back into some semblance of control.
He turned and shook his head, splattering blood onto the floor (and thankfully not one of Calder's pillows) Breathing hard, he narrowed his eyes at the other boil.
"EEe 'arted it." he hissed irritably, but it was edged with enough guilt and uncertainty to confirm that he was starting to think clearly enough to begin his inevitable slide back into self depreciation and (relative) sanity.
HP: 13
DMG: --
Fear Used: GC Y3
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chiickadee rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 3:51 pm
Lock squinted at the booth owner and said, "Well ... if you insist ..." It was a little weird, but it was a free ticket! Lock wouldn't refuse that!
And so he continued to take a second one. It was then that he noticed this booth had treats. Well s**t. Shun had challenged him to get them ALL. "Er ... can I have one of those?"toshihiko two ticket + minipet win! (treat - sleep) Post one + this post!
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