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 Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 4:55 pm
The wrath demon turned sharply as a nearby table jerked once and bounced to a stop, a piece of skewered sashimi splatting to the floor soon after. There was anger there, but it was weak and brief, or maybe West was just distracted. He held up a finger for Lilith, indicating that he would be right back, then slid silently over to stand closer to Caim.
Mister Thorne wanted attention? Well, he had some now.
"You gonna pick that up? Or I could. But I dun think y'want me to."
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 9:07 pm
“Oh.. good thank you,” Joachim looked at the dolls wondering why one of them resembled a potato not that it mattered he was probably going to have to take it back to his dorm either way considering Mere and Loes liked sleeping on a small pile of dolls. There was also sending a few to his sister she would like the napping Barth and the pink to red haired grumpy looking one.
He stroked his goatee like his grandfather did his beard before giving a wave to Collette as she left the booth.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:15 am
Claire smiled and nodded as Ren draped his arm around her. She moved and turned around to face him, taking a picture before going to print it. That blue camera was so awesome. So very awesome. ANYWAY. She printed the picture and ran back to Ren to hand it to him. She liked it because it looked like he was dancing.  Claire took a picture of the mouse thing sitting on a boil's head. The boil was in the picture too... eh. She printed it and was about to hand it to the mouse when she gave it to the boil instead. With a quick grin directed at the mouse, she ran away. 
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 9:29 am
Jeremy the Hunter Deana the (female) Sloth Demon managed to slip away from the Dragon's booth a short time after the fight broke out. He knew it was his fellow Hunters that had started it, but he also knew that they were also taking care of it. For as awkward as Cass could be, she really did have the guts...and besides, it ended. He wanted to help, really he did, but the really annoying, shrill voice in his head kept screaming that Sloth Demons do not help, and that lifting a hand or stepping in would get his cover blown.
This was officially one of the worst golems ever. So many rules. So. Many. Rules.
<GERMY YOU'RE STANDING STRAIGHT AGAIN STOP THAT YOU NEED TO SLOUCH REMEMBER I DON'T WANT US GETTING CAUGHT I ACTUALLY LIKE YOU PLEASE START SLOUCHI---- PRETEND YOU'RE A GORILLA!!!!!!! >
Oh, Jeremy was slouching alright. His head hurt like a b***h with all the screaming, and the pose was due to the complete defeat he felt at Elsie's shrieking. Soon enough he she came across what looked like a very cozy couch, and something akin to relief and joy flashed in the exhausted looking eyes. A couch, thank ******** god!
<Thank Jack, you mean.>
Shut up, Elsie. The term Jack was starting to get thrown around like a Smurf. Very annoying.
Sighing a heavy sigh, Jeremy Deana flopped back onto the couch, letting limbs sprawl as they fell - he felt a nod of approval from the entity in his head - and let himself sink into the fabric. Ooooh a couch. Yeees, so nice.
Wait. This couch had things around it. Things with pictures. Tired eyes squinted as they took in some of the swag; wait. Wait. Some of the things looked suspiciously like the golem he was in!
"......Well ********." He murmured under his breath.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 9:52 am
"Yes, that's all alright," Barth said to Colette. "Consider yourself upgraded to official, err, Booth Emissary and Visiting Dignitary."
His booth seemed to be going well, if a bit slowly, with no disasters and mostly peaceable chatter. The sofa, he felt, was getting a rightful amount of recognition from weary Festival goers.
The couch's newest occupant, he noted, seemed especially grateful. There was no particular visual identifier between Avarice demons of who was what (if Avarice at all) except for a certain unidentifiable birds-of-a-feather feeling, but, he almost mistook the student for Hedera. He had assumed Hedera long-dead from the Christmas trip. But this was certainly not Hedera.
"Hello, err," he said, edging sofaward. "Good technique. On the flopping."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 11:20 am
Jeremy spotted the creature whose face was in places around the booth. Not only that, but...Oh crap oh crap oh crap it was coming closer! Was it male, female? Sure the body looked male, and it had a goatee, but Jeremy could only assume that there were bearded females in this revolting place just like there were in the freak circus. Then again, he hadn't been wrong with genders in this place yet, so he decided that the approaching pale, slouching thing was indeed male.
"Er...thanks?" Jeremy Deana murmured, voice low and raspy; he was still trying to pass it off as a cold since the voice changers on the golems were broken, so his murmur was followed by a lame little cough while trying to look as ill as possible. Ugh, so much acting...this would be thousands of times easier if he didn't get a broken female golem!
"Comes with practice." The rasping voice joked, not even bothering to gather limbs to correct the situation. "I...assume this is yours?" A vague hand gesture towards the...everything.
<Are you going to introduce yourself?>
No. Shut up, Elsie.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:02 pm
The fish had splatted onto the ground with a magnificent sound. Unfortunately for Caim it had drawn the attention of someone else. He looked up to see bright hair and a scowl and then those threatening words. He balked slightly, caught between admiring the way he was so forceful and confident and being terrified. Quickly he leaned down, picked the fish up between two fingers and plopped it back onto the table. "No, no. There. Sorry. Don'thitme." He ducked his head a bit, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck nervously.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:16 pm
"Well it's err, a co-booth, but yes. Generally speaking, it's partially my booth. Err, everyone pitched in, I didn't really, err...I'm running for President," Barth finished, more on-topic. Barth assumed the rasping was a sort of just-waking-up croakiness, which he could sympathize with.
He didn't want her to think he had assembled the booth himself. Or that he intended to work very hard at being President. Barth was suddenly self-conscious.
"Bartholomew Mudd," he said, with a more wobbly than suave smile.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:09 pm
"...President?" He questioned, a brow raising suspiciously. Okay, so maybe this creature wasn't a sloth demon. What kind of self respecting sloth demon ran for president? It was like...blasphemy! At least that's what he assumed, from what Elsie kept shrieking at him they were supposed to be too lazy for ...Wait. Why did he care? This wasn't his student council. Chances were one day he would be crushing this aspiring President. The suspicious brow dropped and the golem's shoulders shrugged.
"Well...if they built your booth they'll run your council." Another halfassed shrug, but now he was feeling a similar bout of selfconsciousness; he hadn't spoken one-on-one to a creature before now, at least anything longer than a sentence. With that samara-lookalike he at least had Ariane there...and he was alone now.
"Err...Deana." ...Oh s**t, last name! Uhh...think fast, Jeremy! "...Brown." ...Okay, well, alright. It was Ariane's last name and also the colour of mud, but whatever. They weren't on a mission of finesse. "Nice to meet you, Bartholomew Mudd." Long, clawed fingers drummed for two beats on the couch, which could have passed for an invitation for him to sit beside her, before awkwardly attempting a conversation. "So...you aren't here for the, uh, fish?" What were they called, again?
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:26 pm
"Pleasure to meet you, Deana. I'll admit I haven't done much Festivaling. I do like the pets. Just not keen on the hiking between stands. The booth's got err, fishy sorts of decorations," Barth said, taking the proffered seat gratefully. The small walk to greet booth patrons had taken it out of him.
"There's sashimi, if you like. Not Floresce. I'm err, I'm not sure what it's from, honestly." He looked at the multi-colored dead fish on the table with fresh consideration.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 2:01 pm
Ah." So that explained it. Alright, maybe this sloth was more sloth than he thought. Which was probably a good AND a bad thing; bad because he would be difficult to use if he continued wanting to overachieve, but good because he could be a slow thinker and not have to worry too much about being busted. "A pity you can't get someone to bring them to you." Oh, that would be lovely right about now.
"I've managed to get one." Index finger poked at a pocket, where the egg resided. "I would like more, it's just...work." 'She' lamented with a low sigh, proud of himself for the whole emphasis on effort. Her attention went to the...sashimi...on the table. Okay. He'd had sashimi. He actually liked sashimi. This was not sashimi.
"...Err...no thanks." Nose wrinkled in disgust, looking down at the skewered fish littering the table. Eat? In this world? No thanks, he'd rather get----well, he'd rather do something terrible than eat here. "I've...already eaten." It was true enough, he had breakfast!
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 2:18 pm
"You know, I think that could be arranged. The bringing, not the sashimi. Err, one moment. Christof, will you come here, please." The Order was said to no one in the general facility, and no one looked up, but in another Presidential Candidate booth a patchwork's hand began to glow and itch in faint, staggered increments. Like a cell phone that kept going off.
Barth leaned back very casually into the couch. He looked at Lilith, who was still talking to West and Caim, so that was alright.
"You're err, you're enrolling soon, are you?" he asked Deane.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 5:22 pm
"...Really?" Jeremy Deana sounded...hopeful. Very hopeful. Have someone bring him some fish? That would...make this whole trip a lot easier! He'd be learning about the natives, AND overachieving the orders he was given! It never occured to him to overachieve so early in the game, but he wanted to stay a Hunter...and this was the way to do it. "That would be fanta--" A pause. Who was the creature talking to? "Christof?" The low voice questioned, a tilt of the black-haired head.
"Ah...uh, enrolling, yes. Well..." Oh crap, what should he say? Was this event a school festival? He couldn't remember. If he said no there was no reason for him to be here, but if he said yes this Bartholomew Mud fellow would no doubt be looking for Deana in the future! He had to be careful, but how could he approach it?!
<I haven't decided.> Chimed a...surprisingly helpful voice in his head.
"...I haven't decided." Deana replied.
<School just seems...>
"School just seems..." Seems like what, Elsie? SEEMS LIKE WHAT, ELSIE?!
<WHAT WHO'S THER----Oh. Uhh, sorry. What?>
Deana let out a very frustrated exhale, sinking back into the couch a little further.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:03 pm
"...It is," he said, finishing her thoughts on school. "Err, yes, Christof. He should be here any minute. I could not on bad conscience recommend Amityville to any one that has a choice in the matter. I didn't. My advice would be to avoid catching the Headmaster's attention."
He hesitated, then said.
"Of course as err, Student Council President my stance is err- ahem ... no, the school's still deadly difficult."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:56 pm
All this booth running has made Bea exhausted. She came across a peculiar looking couch, occupied by a couple of students. Was... this a campaign booth? With all the activity and advertisement around it, it must have been! A great opportunity to meet new students, see who's running and maybe even get a chance to sit down all at the same time. Perfect!
Bea read their mission statement, and decided to ask the candidates the same question she had be asking Riley and Ash. She looked around for the faces matching their poster, but the only one she found was the boil siting on the couch.
Walking up to the boil running for president of student council, she introduced herself, "Um... Hello. My name is Beatrix Monroe, and I'm a new student here." She began to twirl one of her seaweed locks between her fingers. "I was wondering... What can you do to make new students feel more welcome to the Academy?"
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