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 Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 3:49 am
..Darling? "Xiu," She corrected the reaper boil automatically. At his offer, she quickly put up her hands, "A-and don't worry about it! I'm fine! I-it was just a teeny tiny injury! It's nothing to worry about, and nothing that needs to be--! O-ouch." In the process of trying to give a furious shake of her head--a bad idea in hindsight--a jolt of pain shot through her head. Perhaps it really was best to let the boil check on the injury? Just to make sure that it really was fine? She didn't think it was serious, but...
Raising a hand, she brushed aside her hair and held it in place, glancing nervously at the reaper from the corner of her eye. "I-I think it's just...um, a bump and a bad headache at worst." She told him softly, curling her tail around herself. After a moment of pause, Xiu smiled weakly and added, "A-a bump, a bad headache, a-and...and quite a scare." A quick glance down at her hands determined that they were still shaking a little.
It wasn't as if she only had herself to worry about either. Everyone here seemed to be sustaining injuries from the pair's spat. Riley was resting--o-oh, those injuries--and the Baku made a mental note to keep an eye out for Malodore. As for the reaper...
Knitting her brows, Xiu finally allowed herself to look at the boil more closely, carefully scanning him up and down. "And...and you? Are you hurt?" It didn't look like anyone in the vicinity had gotten out without a bruise or two.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 8:12 am
""Malodore?" Sparrow said, slightly bemused. "I'm afraid I have not met this Malodore yet." A quick glance at the baku made him add "But it seems she does, so we will both keep an eye out for you, Riley. And I will be sure to let the tables know we do not require their services at the current moment."
He turned back to the other ghoul. "Xiu," Sparrow repeated with a smile. "My name is Sparrow; it's a pleasure to meet you, Xiu..." he paused, glancing around the chaotic room.. "admittedly I would have probably enjoyed meeting you in somewhat less - " He abruptly grabbed the ghoul's shoulders, forcing her to duck down as another chair leg went flying in their direction. He let go once it had disappeared, probably clonking another student in the process. " - than exciting circumstances, such as the one we're in now, but as it is we must do what we can."
Sparrow peered at the bruise on the side of her head, frowning a bit as he gently raised a hand to very carefully and lightly tilt her head to the side a bit to see it better, hoping he was not being too forward. It was not bleeding, which was good, but it was pretty nasty looking nonetheless; the skin around it had turned a purplish brown, swelling a bit, and Sparrow glanced around for another towel to dampen. When he didn't find any, he gave Xiu an apologetic look.
"When you get back to your dorm room, get a bag of ice or frozen vegetables or something to press against that, okay?" he told her. "It'll make you feel better, and it should take the swelling go down a bit."
Another portion of table flew over their heads, splinters crackling down on top of them. Sparrow brushed a few off of his shoulder, blinking over at Xiu's question. "I am quite all right, thank you," he replied with a smile. "Don't worry about me."
Or that table that conked me in the head a short time ago.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 8:23 am
"Yes...?"
Caimeron glanced over at the new stranger standing in front of him, a general sweep told him that it was indeed another demon. And then the other boil provided him with what kind he was, and then promptly began to carry the conversation, which was all well and good because Caim was a bit lost as to what to talk about.
"Well, yes. How'd you- Ah, Caimeron Thorne, but- oh, really? I was wondering about all the ink. It's very well done." Very impressive, the patterns laid out in a sleeve as well as the mass that trailed down his leg. Very well thought out design and placement. When asked about the situation they were in he turned to look towards the two diners.
"I don't see why they need so much. Either way, I wish I could eat that much and keep such a slim figure." He sighed wistfully.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 9:16 am
"Ah, thanks. I kinda hate 'em, though..." Artemis frowned, looking with disdain at his sleeve, the skeleton Koi swimming against the current of the waterfall, struggling to move on. "My parents chose them for me. Unfortunately, they have no taste. What kind of Tattoo Demons go and become lawyers?" He laughed, and slung his arm around his new acquaintance's hip.
"Well Caimeron, I'd think that they need all that food to fuel all that rage. An average rage session can usually leave any normal person famished, but this goes way beyond your average rage fest." Look at him, being all smart and stuff. Hopefully Caim would think the same.
"I'll agree with you there, bud. I've always envied those who can eat whatever and never gain a pound."
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 9:41 am
The envy demon made a slightly distressed expression as Art told him he hated his tattoos. Hated them. Why did all the people who had the best things never actually WANT them? It was so unfair. "Well at least your parents are okay with you having them."
Caimeron gave a little laugh in return, reaching down to circle his arm about the other demon's hip as well. So now they stood, hips touching, hands on each other's hips. This was definitely the way to hang out with new friends if it was how Art was doing it.
"For all their rage? Yeah, that has to be it. I know when I rage I get completely starved." Not that Caim really raged but Art didn't have to know that. Art could go ahead and think that Caim was the master of rage. "Yea, bud. It's completely not fair. Like my mom. She totally can eat whatever she wants and she just never gains anything. She doesn't rage, though, but I've always wished I could do that. Or have a second mouth. Don't you? Wouldn't that be the best?"
He sighed wistfully.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 10:35 am
"My culture kind of demands them, actually. Don't get me wrong though, I love tattoos. I just kinda hate the ones I have right now. They're so cliche'd, y'know? Everyone and their mother has a Koi tattoo!" Artemis sighed, not at all bothered by Caim touching his hip. To any onlookers ,this probably looked very strange, buy hey, who cared! Maybe they'd start a new trend or something. Everyone looked to Demons for what to do.
"Oh yeah man, totally. Rage is so powerful and all and DUCK." Art pulled Caim down as two table went flying overhead, before smashing itno a million smithereens. Dear Jack!
"Yeah, they need this feast." He nodded, assuming the stance they were in before, hips touching, hands on each other's hips. This was so cool.
"A second mouth? Er, not sure about that one bro. I mean, my shorts have one, but it's fake..." He trailed off, pulling the zipper on the side of his shorts up. "Say, what kind of Avarice Demon are you, exactly? Sounds like you mother's a Glutton, but you're obviously not, so...?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 12:27 pm
Cady was oblivious to the struggles of the other students. Another table fragment beaned her in the back of the neck, and she staggered forward, bumping against Caimeron rudely.
She turned around, wresting the plank from the ground, and took a bite out of it. Hmmm. Definitely spooky oak, or something. Not exactly very tasty, she lamented, prying a splinter or two out from between her teeth. She could FEEL a knot forming on the back of her head from that last blow, and was starting to regret coming over to see what had happened. She certainly hadn't bargained on bodily injury.
"Say," she began, addressing the two companionable demon boils, "have you got any more of the Follyjox Juice?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 12:31 pm
"I-it certainly would have been nicer to meet you somewhere less...violent," Xiu agreed, shrinking as debris and table pieces whizzed overhead, "T-though it's...it's nice to meet you too, Sparrow." Despite the situation, she still managed to smile at him, even if it was a rather tense smile. The Baku felt as if she had to remain guard at all times--who knew when she would need to dodge another table leg? ...Or a whole table, for that matter.
She winced lightly when the boil examined her injury. As small as it was, the throbbing in her head was something that was quite hard for her to ignore. "I-I'll do that," She assured him after listening to his suggestion, "Though that being said...I...I'm not quite sure when I'll have a chance to go back to my room." It didn't look like the arguing couple was going to give up anytime soon, and she didn't want to risk leaving when it was still so dangerous.
"A-are you--!" Breaking off mid-question, Xiu threw her arms over her head as protection when splinters suddenly rained down on them. Whimpering, she waited a few moments until she thought it was safe and slowly uncurled herself again. "A-are you sure you're alright? No major injuries?" Not that she could do very much if he did have any--most of her stuff was left back in her dorm room.
Who would have come out to the festival expecting for this to happen?
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 12:57 pm
Seth rolled over onto his stomach groaning. She wasn't even his friend yet... Was it really worth the pair of shattered glasses? He should have said no but he couldn't. He would not be a friendless social reject. Step one was to become socially comfortable. Step two was to make a friend. Step three to approach the mindflayer. To meet miss riley. Splinters dug into his palms as he pushed himself up from the ground. He'd end up crawling since its would be easier to avoid things that could knock him down aside from the flying furniture.
He pulled his knees up so that he was in a sense on all fours so he could crawl on hands and knees. He kept his head hung low though his face burned he kept it low. A chair of all the things to hit him it had to be a chair. Could have been something that would hit his whole face no a chair the keg had smacked him in the face the backing had assulted his chest leaving his rib cage sore. But his glasses had been the undoing of it all. He mumbled as he tried to manoeuvre his way along but his path was a path of peril.
Splinters ate at his hands, they sprinkled across his shoulders. He even winced as flying furniture landed to the left and to the right of him. He could make out blobs and shapes of shadows ahead if him but he could make no sense of it all. Jack! Of all the things. A date gone bad. He'd never date if it were to turn out like this. Jack no he swore. He scowled as he continued wincing when he stumbled his way into table leg his shoulder hurt but not as bad as his face and chest but there was no searing and stinging pain for his shoulder but it hurt. So close he knew it he was close to the moderatly safe zone. He could hear others over the sound of breaking wood. He winced again as he was knocked in the side by a falling table just before it splintered causing him to roll into a turns table. This was by far the farthest thing from fun.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 3:15 pm
Mo looked at Xiu a little worried but a boil reaper helped the ghoul and another ghoul with tentacles. Mo felt a little relived and she thought that was awful kind of him to help others at this time. She stood up trying to stretch her back it was really sore all she could so was sigh and look around. Mo spotted another boil reaper crawling on the ground she hurried over to him. Dodging tables, tables parts and chairs but somehow she managed to step on a broken chair and it hit her square in the knee.
Mo winced but kept on walking she kneeled down by Seth "hey are you alright?" She rubbed her knee trying to ignore the pain from her back and knee. Looking at him she wondered why he was crawling on the ground then she looked at his hands grabbing at them "are your alright that is really dangerous... Here let me help you?" She offered to help him up while dodging flying parts and wholes.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 4:37 pm
Some people found this enjoyable? They were insane, how could people stand this. If this was what all the events were like Seth was ready to leave. Moisture had collected on his palms from the splinters and glass that had cut his palms. It was too much for him. She wasn't even his friend, was she so special to him to risk all of this? The answer was simple, it was yes but it was enough to make him question it even if it were a simple answer. How had his siblings survived this? He had no clue and Why the jack had peter returned. It made no sense, what was more was why no one had even told him about all this, a sort of warning? None. How was this far. Sink or swim so much for that buddy system within the family.
He grimaced as he went to continue crawling wincing as he gathered even more splinters digging into his palms. This was a bloody mess... literally, he could feel the dried blood on his face from where the glass and wood had cut his face. A voice suddenly close to him startled him into stopping and uselessly he looked up toward the direction of the voice and found a shadowy blob nearing him at an alarmingly fast rate. He could see Mo but he knew she was close by the blurry shadow as she grabbed for his hands. His cheeks flushed at his situation, he couldn't see and her was a ghoul he didn't know looking into his well being. "Well I wish I could say fine, however I find myself in the situation where I cannot see." All things considering he didn't much mind the cuts and scrapes. being blind was what bothered him most. He felt he tug at his hand and then offered to help him. It was a really sad position that he had to rely on a ghoul he knew not at all, not that he really had a choice. "If it wouldn't be too much of a bother, I would greatly appreciate your assistance."
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 7:30 pm
Mo's brows furrowed as she held him by his arm placing another arm around his waist she looked around for glasses but didn't find any. "We have to help each other in this kind of situation" she really didn't want to touch his hands because she didn't know the extent of his injuries. Mo guided him far enough hopefully form the angry couple so she could look at his hands.
Mo wondered where to take him when a table flew right by them she moved the both of them quickly so not to get hit. Mo really dragged him along making sure he didn't step on things or get hit with anything. She thought it was best to move them to the group so that somebody could watch as she tried to take the splinters out. "Excuse me" she spoke to any of the two ghouls, the boil reaper and an undead boil she wasn't sure with the last one. "Could you look out for us while I try and pull the splinters and glass from his hands?" Mo kept Seth's head down so he wouldn't get hurt his head was under her chest and she held onto one of his arms so not to worry him thinking she left him alone.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 8:37 pm
Before he knew what was going he was being directed through the minefield that the date had become. "I"m not quite sure how much help I can be in this situation though."He mumbled as he was practically dragged about by the ghoul. Though he couldn't much complain, this was a lot easier then navigating and getting splinters in his hands.
He'd never been so close to a ghoul before but the thought didn't really sink in till she began to talk to some more company. He was silent through the whole thing. Then he began to wonder just how close he was to the ghoul. They seemed clear of the battle zone and he realized he was quite close to the ghoul. A hot flush broke out across his cheeks. "Th-th-thank you"
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 8:37 pm
As you return, you hear more yelling, more breaking of furniture, and more...well...more something. Was that the sound of eating? Maybe, maybe not. In any case, Meatfist was back, this time with the main courses. Or..possible courses. "OKAY. I got a few dishes here. We have some charbroiled boils, Screamasta in snot sauce, fin pheesh soup, and roasted rat with flesh fries. Once more, Jack if I know who gets what. Go out there, deliver it and for Jack's sake-" He hits the rat, which twitched. "Don't drop any food!"
((OOC: Welcome to stage Two! Here is the handy guide:
-> Pick two out of the four dishes, one for Desu and one for Rage; bold your choices and also which you gave to who.
-> Roll 1d4;
1- You spill half of what you were to serve, you may either continue and serve as is, or, return to get a fresh dish (taking a 2 HP penalty) and re roll a second delivery. -1 HP if you continue to serve it.
2- You spill nothing and make a safe delivery. +1 HP
3-You spill half a dish but Desu-and Rage have spotted you, you can't go back -4 HP
4- You spill nothing and not only to you make a safe delivery, you impressed Desu-chan with your ability to traverse the broken tables. +2 HP
-> You can't get over 20 HP guys
-> still specify who gets what dish, half spilled or not!
-> Still can do multiple posts and all that RP jazz ;D
-> Working with and playing with teammates = A+ as always.
-> As of this post you have 24 hours to post, otherwise...
GOOD LUCK!!))
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TRICK OR TREAT SPECIALGAL Crew
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Sosiqui rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 8:52 pm
Ohhhh. Screamasta. Malodore's eyes lit up. That was childhood comfort food, right there! Snot sauce, swamp muck, corrividus guts... all delicious. All of it.
The plague doctor stood still for a moment, flooded with a wave of nostalgia.
...... Right. Delivery. Okay. It grabbed the Screamasta, of course, then tilted its head at the other dishes. Roasted rat was right out, and the boils looked burned! So that left the fin pheesh soup...
Balancing as carefully as it could, it headed towards the table, arriving without spilling a drop! "Ah, for Signorina Desu-chan we have Screamasta," it announced, placing its favorite dish in front of her, honoring her ability to destroy the world in a small scale. "And for Signor Rage we have fin pheesh soup."
It bowed, hands folded. "Buon appetito!"
((Mal's HP: 18 + 2 =20!))
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