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medigel rolled 1 100-sided dice:
25
Total: 25 (1-100)
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 Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 10:55 am
((Hallway))
If Vero was in a laughing mood, it would have chuckled at the least: a whining Faint for his newfound friend Damien, Edel and Mooka gaily dancing with unrestrained abandon - not that it didn't think the strix capable of it, but watching the frost demon was . . . just plain odd.
The little spirit attempted to navigate beyond them. "This is not necessary," he told the three dancing denizens. This was just before a fairy attached itself to Vero's hood and began to play with it, giggling madly.
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medigel rolled 1 100-sided dice:
92
Total: 92 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 11:02 am
((Hallway))
The purple fog was infuriating to its uncanny sight, and Vero hastily waved away the fairy as it navigated the room with a hand to the wall. It passed by LW and gestured as widely as it could to get her attention. "This way."
Eventually Vero managed to crawl out of the horrid fog and frantic song and dance, dusting itself off with a shudder as it glanced at who else had made it out of the fog. The house was out to get them now, it was very sure.
((Username = Mediciner))
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 4:25 pm
[Hallway]
Whaaa? Why would Demi want to take him away from such fun friends? He tapped a little fairy on the shoulder and motioned in the direction of Demi's voice. He'd just have to take them to him! So he danced across the floor and felt along the wall, laughing the entire time. So much fun. Joyous, fun fun.
When he felt the door and was sure it was the one Demi had left by, he opened the door and fell out of the room, but as soon as he was free of the smoke, the fairies were gone. He found Demi and leaned and arm on his shoulder happily - the fairies were gone, but the high wasn't. "You really missed something awesome," he giggled.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 4:41 pm
((hallway))
Damien just really wasn't sure what to think about Faint's sudden appearance. There was a sense of relief watching the tiger boil fall through the doorway onto his shoulder as he tried his best to keep both Faint and himself standing upright.
But man, was the boils frame pretty heavy. The hound just grunted as he braced him up against the wall for support, giving his face a few light taps in order to wake him from.... whatever happened in that purple fog. "Is that so kitten?" he snickered back at faint's lighthearted giggle.
Funny, he didn't even think the boil could make such a sound.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 4:54 pm
[Hallway]
Faint turned his head and tried to bite at the fingers that poked his face, not making a move to relieve the weight of his body from Demi's shoulder. "Mhmm," he muttered. But as soon as his lips touch to produce the sound, the sting came back and he sucked in a breathe of air. "Ow.." The weretiger poked at his lip and examine the blood it left behind on his finger.
Hm. He'd forgotten he'd hurt himself. Oh well. "We had lots of fun dancin'. You should have joined us! Silly pup." Wow. His lip really kind of hurt.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 4:56 pm
[[ Hallway ]]
"Oooh!" Muka giggled as he saw a tiger's tail pass him in the fog. "Look Edel!" He swiped for it and missed and so instead of continuing the dance he followed the tail but kept Edel's hand firmly in his.
His giggling didn't seem to stop even when he saw the tiger tail pass through the wall. The fairies enjoyed the fun, seemingly uncaring who came and went from their little dance party.
He was only steps from the door but lost track of the tail again. He was too busy laughing now to actively seek his own escape.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 5:17 pm
((Hallway))
Ok... Damien was starting to get freaked out by faint and his newfound ability to get in touch with his inner kitten. And from Faint nuzzling into his shoulder like a favorite pillow.
He didn't know why he felt the need to, but the urge to place both his hands against the boil's face took over and he had to just wake the tiger up. "Come on then, we gotta dance your confused little behind out of here." he whispered back urgently before pausing to stare at the bright red smear on the boils lip. It didn't really echo the feeling of "fun" that he was suggesting.
"Your bleeding kitten."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 5:50 pm
[[Hallway]]
Mmm. Demi's hands felt nice. Faint nuzzled his face into them, smiling. Warm and nice. Very happy. Demi could have been happy too if he had stayed and danced in the circle, but Faint could dance with him later and they could always be happy like the fairies. That was what was great about it! They didn't have to be in the circle! They could dance anywhere!
Oh yeah. Blood. He pouted out his lip and felt the sharp sting of the cut opening wider. It hurt pretty bad. Pretty jacking bad, actually. "Uh huh. Bit it." He whispered. How had he bit it again? He fell didn't he? He couldn't really remember, all he had been concerned about was having fun with his new friends. Yeah, he probably fell.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:08 pm
((Hallway))
Damien yanked his hands away the second the Tiger boil started to nuzzle them. That gas must have had a stronger affect on the boil than he thought.
Maybe there was catnip mixed in with the purple mist? Whatever the reason, he didn't seem to be very concerned over the cut, and more about the dancing.
Sadly he didn't have such luxuries as he pressed the overused shirt of his against the cut for a bit, hopefully giving it a little time to clot the wound, and sober up the tiger. "And this is why its bad to separate in the haunted house rooms." he said in a sing song voice, to go with the boil's lingering mood. jack, it was so creepy seeing the boil so..................... happy.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:40 pm
[Hallway]
Faint hummed to himself as the pressure was applied to his lip. Demi's shirt kinda tasted funny. Smelled good though. He inhaled deep and smiled, splitting his lip a bit wider. Yep. Smelled good.
"Haunted house rooms?" He repeated, muffled by the shirt. What did he mean? He remembered getting separated, cause he had to try and find Demi so they could play. Had they gotten separated in a 'haunted house room'? It sounded vaguely familiar. Made him think of kittens. Oh! And glitter! Lots and lots and lots of glitter.
Wait. Glitter.
He grasped onto that thought, and tried to follow it. Glitter, and ribbons. Lots of pink. Everything was making a little more sense. And hurting a little more. His smile faded and he looked down into Demi's eyes.
"Jack, Demi," he hissed as it hurt to talk. "What happened?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:54 pm
((Hallway))
Damien was never so glad to see the normal glare in the other boil's eyes. even if it promised physical doom, at least his friend was in his right state of mind again.
It was a small price to pay really.
He took back his shirt which now was racking up quite a list of stuff on it.
Glitter, pink bows, his sweat, scent, Faint's sweat and scent and his blood to boot.
He didn't say much more after giving the boil some much needed space. "I don't know and i dunno if you want to remember it bub." he said after a friendly pat on his shoulder. "Feeling like yourself again?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 7:56 pm
[Hallway]
He rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand and sighed. There was apparently no way around it. He'd just keep ending up in these situations, awkward though they may be. It was like the curse of the haunted house.
"I feel like I bit my lip," he poked his tongue out and tasted the sharp flavor of copper, "Check. I feel like I'm still covered in glitter," he looked down and frowned at himself, "Check. And I feel like I need a nap," he gave the boil a pitiful look, like a cat that had just been forced into a cold bath, "Not-check. I'd say everything's pretty much in order. I kind of feel like I need to dance though." That was odd. He didn't really like dancing.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 9:04 am
((Hallway))
Demi would take it as a good sign that Faint was able to speak sentences without feeling the need to randomly giggle through them. it was a very good sign indeed. And also to count his blessings that he himself was able to make it out of that room before he felt the need to giggle and dance like the were tiger did.
Dancing in a haunted house, it just didn't seem like a good idea, much like singing in one. that was just asking for another kitten attack.
Speaking of which, he didn't noticed that a white kitten managed to crawl out of the room and slinked up to the hellhounds leg before mewling at him.
And exploding, never not exploding.
This time, hitting him with ice cream, that had some kind of colorful bits in it. It took a few minutes to register what just happened before the growl rumbled out of his throat and he tried to brush off the strange substance from his glittery body, and feel to the floor with a wet plop.
And it left a strange sticky residue on him. it really wasn't any fun.
"What the candlejacking jacking ******** is this!?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:24 am
[hallway]
Well, that made him feel better.
Faint chuckled and raised his brows at the boil, unsure of how to help him. Was there any terrible thing that these kittens weren't made out of? Though he was pleased to say the eye scream had missed him, so he was still relatively clean. Well... Not clean - not by a long shot. He was eye scream-less at least.
"I'm pretty sure it's eye scream." He reached out and scooped up a bit off Demi's face with his nail, licking it off and humming. "Mhmm. Not bad actually. Tastes good."
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:58 am
((Hallway))
Well, if it happened to anyone else, Damien would have laughed his a** off to kingdom come, watching the person covered in white stuff throw a fit. Somehow, it wasn't so funny if it was him dealing with it.
The kittens were indeed such vindictive little things behind such cute faces, Like a little furry bomb f doom. How one can survive being made up of eye scream as its innards, he would never know.
On the plus side, it helped get rid of the glitter wherever it landed, the downside was the sticky, sweet residue left in its melting wake. Can it be showertime now?
The boil let out a huff of indignation and turned away from the tiger after watching him savor the taste of the crap on his face. "Damien flavored eye scream is not for sale kitten."
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