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 Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 8:09 pm
Glancing over at Bul as he spoke up, Jericho raised a brow as he saw chocolate smeared all over the boy's lips. He was amused really, since the chocolate and kobold eggs were all free anyway.
"... Pretty certain that gnome just crash landed at Riley's booth," the dragon murmured, "I'm... gonna check that out. I think I actually punted that gnome earlier."
Surely him flying around wasn't the result of his one punt. Someone else must have done it to him too.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 8:11 pm
"Ah yah? I'll go with you, eh?" Bul nodded and grabbed another handful of coins to hide in his pocket for later. Too bad they weren't bugs.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 8:15 pm
Marcus, or rather, the red dragon known as Marla was rather concerned. Cassandra the incubus golem had gone running off to god, or here, Jack knew where. Sighing, Marcus had spent a while trying to track her down but so far, He'd given up. Plus for all these...thing were concerned he was a fish our of water. He still had his seed, and no fish. Cassandra-less and fish-less, Marcus had awkwardly suffled around the festival of freakish fish and managed to wander into what he could only assume to be a menagerie of retarded monster politics. One even had an Obama-esque sign and..a cuthulu plushie. He avoided that booth. No H.P. Lovcraftian horrors thank you.
Then Marcus realized in his wandering where he had inadvertently ended up.
At a booth.
Manned by a dragon.
A red dragon.
A male red dragon.
Whole wanted to be a treasurer of all things.
Marcus was looking at a republican red dragon.
Every alarm bell Marcus possessed was ringing and the no homo button was even being pressed. But like a deer in headlights, all marcus could do was gape at the booth and the horror of it all. The horror...and the irony.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 8:25 pm
After the business at Riley's booth was done, Jericho had returned to his own booth to continue manning it. As usual, things were going by a little slowly. He didn't really have any games or the like to attract students but that was fine with him. This allowed him to move about a little more freely.
As he looked around to see the various people walking by, he paused as he saw one being in particular that caught his attention right away.
It was a dragon. A female red dragon. While his kind wasn't all that rare at all, he didn't really expect to see one around the festival. She really wasn't all that bad looking at all! In fact... she was pretty damn hot. And she was looking right back at him.
Smiling, he waved at her to come on over.
"Fekiikiri! You new around here?" he grinned while giving a friendly greeting, saying the first bit in draconic.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 8:31 pm
Okay. She'd managed to get ONE thing.
One thing was good. She fussed with it awkwardly in her hands, pondering if there was a secret inter dimensional pocket she could start putting things into. Because this...crystal...thing was cumbersome. Was it a minipet? It didn't look like one of those fish things. Cass rolled it in her hands several times.
For a manly incubus, she looked completely shaken. The threat from Aria played in her head repeatedly. Over. And over. And over... she was going to die. Or rather, she'd been fine until Nicodemus had jabbed his opinion so sharply into her brain she'd nearly passed out. Not even a joke about it. His words were so sharp the sheer pressure he put on her had her stumbling to stay up.
She took several deep breaths as she walked, looking at the booths curiously. Could she save herself from these places? Could she steal stuff? Who was a golem and who wasn't? Oh god.
Where was Marcus?
WHERE WAS ANYBODY??
The booths had gotten more interesting as things went on. 'President', 'Vice President'..what? What was even? She'd observed a booth with some little girl
GHOUL
'Ghoul..sorry...'
GHOUL was coughing up glitter..one was very purple (should she have gone to investigate for the sake of appearances?) and another one was....
...
!!!!!!!
"MAR-...LA..." Cass nearly coughed the words out, her voice getting more and more ragged every time she spoke. Her girly soprano was starting to sound more and more like rough laryngitis. At least it was helping her sound...kinda..boy-esque. Give or take that she wasn't a deep booming voice.
She wouldn't be ever at that.
But Cass had spotted the red dragon golem and nearly tripped over herself to break the distance and meet the other hunter's side.
It took everything in her to not just cling to the smaller golem and sob.
"i-I...I got a thing..." she mumbled, holding it out to let Marcus look it over. "I...I'm off to a good start...maybe...."
Did Marcus know she needed three?
Did Cass know she was making a scene in front of a booth of the enemies? She did when she looked up and saw one of them talking at Marcus. She assumed he was, anyways. He was red..and h..He...was red...
...
She was red?
They were both red. Oh god. This was getting worse by the second. The fact Cass hadn't broken down into panic altogether was promising. Especially to Nicodemus.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 8:58 pm
Marcus's jaw opened and closed. Opened. Closed. He was gaping at the dragon bo-il. Realizing he had been staring he felt color rise to his face. s**t. s**t s**t s**t he had been staring like an idiot. Looking away He had the fortune of finding Cass...not Cass. Now standing with what to all of their enemies around them, marcus realized how it looked. A tall incubus, almost crying on a tiny red dragon g-houl's shoulder. ******** this mission. ******** it and all its fish.
Patting Cass on the head, he whispered to her. "Calm down, deep breaths. It's okay. Just act natural." Never mind natural Cass was- "Wait, okay, remeber what you know. Act like an Incubus." What ever the ******** that meant. Looking back at the red dragon Marcus, or Marla twitched out a smile. And as he walked over he tried to not be so stiff. Red dragon. Red dragon. Pretend his voice was hoarse. Avoid anything human. Hoard and want to eat virgins.
Or ******** them. Ignore Dis some more.
"Hi." He tried to keep his voice down. "Yeah." Keeping his eyes down they looked at the booth. then back to the dragon's uh...well feet. "Nice....booth."
He was going to be killed, if not by this thing, then by Dis laughing as he pointed out how he probably just made it look like he was checking out the other dragon's junk. Marcus hoped being a red dragon meant getting red in the face was common and not noticeable.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 9:05 pm
Before long, a purple incubus had come running along, crying onto the female dragon. Well... that was a bit of an odd sight. Blinking, he couldn't help but stare here. Maybe... the incubus had some serious self esteem issues.. didn't think he was sexy enough or something.
That didn't seem too likely but hey, it was one possibility.
In any case, that blank look soon turned into a smile again as Jericho saw her walk on towards his booth.
...
Damn she had a soft voice. And she was acting kind of meek too. That wasn't something he'd expect. Blinking at her, he tilted his head and leaned in a bit to try and hear her more easily.
"Thanks. Uh... are you sick or something? I can barely hear you," He asked, "And relax! No need to get shy around a fellow red."
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 9:17 pm
Cass hadn't been trying to look so damn weepy. She really wasn't. However, she looked sort of like a hilariously meek little puppy as she trailed along after Marcus as 'she' approached the booth with the other dragon. Oh god. This one was a real dragon. It made her nervous all over the damn place.
It was no surprise she'd pretty much turned to death touch on 'Marla's shoulder. It was hard to not be anxious. It was so strange. There were things. Things everywhere. Her weepy features started to turn more and more terse as they got closer to Jericho. Not downright leering was becoming a task in and of itself. She just looked mostly..well.. there was a long frown on her face as her features hardened.
She's not shy, she's sick. Nicodemus immediately interjected into her head. He spoke pointedly, still riled to some extent, but Cass blurted it out in turn before she could even censor herself.
"She's not shy. She's sick." 'he' said, voice rough and scratchy to confirm the inquiry. Frankly, Cass sounded like she was sick too. However, she at least managed to not sound as pointed as Nicodemus had been.
Last thing she needed to do was be picking fights with people who actually had the power to pull her apart. With some nudging, she started to peer about the booth, doing her best to actually seem interested in what was happening with it.
Cassandra. Say something positive.
Cass tried to not grimace at the voice in her head.
"This is a pretty nice set up you've got going."
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 9:34 pm
Marcus, or rather, Marla nodded her head. Offering a weak smile. "Sore. Fire breathing."
Dis was cackling. No no, say it was from your boil friend. You were busy blowing something hot and-. Marcus wished picked a different tablet. He really wanted another tablet. He could have gotten something sane maybe. Then again, looking at the red dragon again, sanity didn't probably work here did it? "....." Shuffling to look at the booth, he picked up a few gold coins. They were...chocolate? Monsters and demons and they had chocolate coins?
Dis laughed harder.
Marcus had to admit, he kind of was disappointed and couldn't help let it slip out. "....Chocolate coins? Really?" He coughed trying to pass off his voice as a cold. In character. Stay in character. ....******** what had the other hunter said? s**t. Marcus looked at the booth again. "What dragon needs a school to give him treasure?"
Reaching out, he tugged on Cass-demon's arm. "What'd you get by the way?" He glimpsed it but- hey, maybe he could ask the dragon dude where it was easy to get s**t.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 9:41 pm
Firebreathing? Strange. Jericho never got sore throats from fire breathing... Then again maybe this girl just had a sensitive throat or perhaps something along those lines. It was hard to say, but her... incubus friend went on and vouched for her there.
"Thanks," he grinned to the incubus.
Damn. He wondered if this meant the female dragon was taken. He couldn't really be sure here.
"... What's wrong with chocolate coins?" he frowned. Everyone else seemed to like them though. Hell, Bul and Riley kept raiding his stash. That frown of his deepened some at the comment she made regarding treasure.
"I have plenty treasure," he huffed, "That's not the point of being a treasurer though."
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 9:52 pm
Cass was fortunate to not know what was going on in Marcus's poor head involving Dis. It would have been horrendously awkward for her. Especially when she was probably the implied 'boilfriend'. Cass could barely even fathom labelling Marcus -outside- of the golems as something like a boyfriend. She couldn't even...
.....
Yeah. She was fortunate to not be privvy to all of it.
Cass picked up one of the chocolate coins curiously, turning it over in her hand. It was interesting. "Interesting to see something so familiar when everything here is some sort of strange sideball coming at me..." she commented. Did she approve? She did take a pause to ponder where one would put a chocolate coin on her golem, before she looked to 'Marla' again when 'she' asked about her new bounty. Cass held it out.
"It got it at some wishing well thing." she explained. "i-I...I don't know where I'm going to come up with two more. She wants me to get three. I think I'm dead if I don't, Mar...la...." there was another slight fumble over the 'female' name, but the concern came spilling out so anxiously the fact she hadn't ******** up the name altogether was pleasing.
There was another pause as she looked to Jericho and scratched the back of her head. "Sorry you had to hear that..I'm....having a rough day...." she confessed awkwardly. "These coins are pretty nice though. Did you get them custom printed or did you do it yourself?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 10:03 pm
Marcus sighed at what Cassandra told him. "She wanted to make a point." Shaking his head and then..tossing the annoying red hair from his face, dragon Marcus shrugged. "....what is the point of being treasurer then if not to get more treasure..." Marcus. "Well..unless you don't have any or something." Marcus. "And need to take from others because you just don't have enough-" MARCUS.
Marcus huffed. Finally going to humor the little vampire in his head.
What.
Good job. Dis was laughing. And it didn't sound like it was because of anything good.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 10:11 pm
"Hm? Is something wrong?" Jericho asked the incubus before a glimmer of a grin returned, "Thanks. They're custom printed. Got a pretty sweet deal for them too."
Nodding, that grin quickly vanished as the female answered him regarding treasure. Jericho did not look amused at all. In fact, as she continued on, his eyes had narrowed and his wings shifted a bit in irritation.
"I have plenty of treasure," he growled. Suddenly this red dragon didn't seem so attractive to him to insult his hoard like that. Of anyone, she had to know what that meant, "Treasurers for student council take care of all the funding when it comes to the clubs and other student activities. You must have been dropped on your head as a hatchling to not realize that much."
Sneering, his fairly sharp teeth could now be seen more easily.
"Or are you just jealous because your own hoard is pathetic and couldn't even get a single gold coin even if you pan handling!" he snarled, getting pretty close to his tipping point.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 10:19 pm
"Oh. We're here with some associates and..one of them is sort of..uhh...." s**t, what would be the word to use? She frowned, but Nicodmus pipped up for her. Minipet hungry. "Minipet..hungry. I got one.." she held up the Aurora Borealis crystal for emphasis, "But she wants two more and has been very..vocal about what happens if I don't do it." she explained. MAYBE... just MAYBE.. a denizen of this hellhole of a place would fill in some nice information for her..
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If Marcus would stop antagonizing them. Cass's anxiety was already jacked all the way up as far as she could take it before an incident like exploding gas masks would happen. In this case, she took it out in a manner similar to Nicodemus.
Quick and in a single point.
Cass looked at Marcus before swiftly slapping the back of the shorter golem's head, lips pressed tightly.
"Stop it." She didn't really sound angry, but there was a certain tenseness in her voice that said she wasn't holding up well enough to put up with it. Certainly she could handle most things. But most amounts of stress had a category. This was a type of stress she hadn't had to handle before.
Her support structure wasn't being very supportive.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 10:28 pm
Marcus had never been a hatchling. The egg he came from wasn't anything like a dragon egg that was for sure. As the dragon all up in his face Marcus was starting to feel a little angry. He was stuck in a female body, had no ******** idea how to get a ******** FEAR fish thing, and now some dickhole dragon was getting his panties in a twist over treasure. Goddamn this place. Uhhh..Marcus...yeah... He looked at Cassandra and glared. "No" Marcus didn't care he'd been insulted over something he didn't have. He just got insulted. By a ******** dragon. "He wants to be an a**?"
Marcus, he's not a republican. He's a dragon- <******** that noise. He's getting pissy for no reason. Dis was giving him the impression if he had a face, it would be horrified.
"You've probably got about as much treasure as you have brains a*****e." Marcus hissed back at Jericho. The weapon was starting to sound nervous. Marcus....drop it. Seriously. "In other words" Say his hoard is probably bigger. Like his d**k or something. "You've got Jack ******** s**t."
...I recommend bending over now baby. You're about to get ********>
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