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 Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:27 pm
((Entering!))
Hel stumbled into the room, nearly slipping from her water logged clothes, and was wide eyed as she stared around the room.
What if they were suddenly attacked or something!?
The reaper was tense, ready to dodge or strike at a moment’s notice, but the longer she stood in this…homey room…she realized there was no threat here. Actually, upon further investigation, she wasn’t alone, either! Thoughts of chasing after Riyo flew from her mind as her dual toned gaze settled on the other group that was in this room, particularly on Freya, who was laying on the floor?
“…Sister!” The young valkyrie cried out, immediately bounding over to Freya's side, coming to stand next to Herryk as she stared down at her, dripping water onto the older valkyrie. Hel stared at her for a long while before snarking, “Lazy a**. You’re laying down already?”
The ghoul cast a quick glance up though, as PotterBoo hovered above them. What…in Jack’s name was that? “…What is this, a salon?” She questioned with her brows furrowed, looking over at Barth and Christof questioningly. Oh hey…she was still wearing Mot’s hat! Oops.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:28 pm
No sooner had the apparition drifted down to his friends, Christof had turned sharply at the sound of the voice, fists raised and ready as he stalked towards them. Was it going to attack?? They had just healed Miss Freya after all! And not-undeads were really fragile, judging by the blood and swoon, he was not about to see her (or Calder, alright) face their wraith again-
His fists hesitated, though, when the Boo-creature did not attack.
It.... wanted in on their Ghoul-time.
Oh.
Uh.
He lowered his fists, brows raised with a look of confusion before glancing to Barth as though desperately begging for advice on what to do about this situation. At least the other Boos seemed to be keeping their distance for now.
At the sound of another voice, Christof glanced up again, fists raised once more but- Hell's Bells, just another first year. Freya's sister? There was.... perhaps only a bit of resemblance. On one side. Was she Patchwork? His face contorted once again but his attention quickly shifted to the door she had just come through. Ah! A way out! Wait!
With a muffled yelp, he suddenly hobbled towards it as it slowly swung shut, but unfortunately he was too slow, slamming shut almost on his fingers.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:32 pm
Calder had been upbraiding and combing slowly, undoing more and more segments of Freya's hair and enjoying the action of grooming someone else just as much as Freya liked having her hair done. It was rather peaceful considering the room they just left from. He wouldn't mind being in this room for a while longer.
That was until an unfamiliar voice spoke, and Calder looked up to see something very round and pink. It was....some sorta......with little hair.....and BOIL did it have a set of chompers! Another thing teeth like that made him wary. It did have a nice scarf though though he'd appreciate green more than red and gold.
Adjusting his own glasses, VelmaCalder swallowed and looked around to everyone else. The last thing, with all these things about, that he wanted to do was upset one of them and get the rest turning on them.. They wanted to make it out here alive and they only have 2 pumpkin pills left.
"Uh....yes. You have very lo.....lo.." He just couldn't say it. "...you do have hair." A little bit of hair. A tiny bit of hair that made the creature look more round and pink with it's little tuff. "Um....yes. After Freya." It was a good thing that Freya had a massive amount of hair and he was glad that he could stall. How did you braid that little bit of hair? Ponytails maybe, but braids would be hard.
He also wondered what Ravenpox was. Sounded like the same group as mold. He hoped you couldn't get something nasty like that from just touching a ghouls hair.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:41 pm
He tensed at the Boo hovering so close to Freya and Calder.
The other new addition to the room, however, had him completely baffled.
"Is it?" Barth asked Hel. The place could have been a salon, for all he knew. "Are you with another group? ...How did you get here?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:50 pm
Herryk watched the ...thing... hover above Freya and Calder. Clearing his throat Herryk rose to his feet and slowly sidled closer towards Hel upon her entrance into the room. "Freya was badly hurt," he whispered in an aside to the younger Valkyrie before he gestured at the flesh-colored bespectacled blob that floated nearby.
"What is.. what is going on with these ...things?" Yes. Clearly that was the $25,000 dollar question, because it didn't appear that anyone really knew what they were, what they wanted, or what their purpose was.
"Herryk does not think that Calder or Freya should touch it," he said mildly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 10:04 pm
After Freya? After Freya? Scary Potter knew neither who nor what this Freya thing was all about, but the word 'after' struck him with all the power of the lightning bolt carved into his ballon-like head. The boo jittered in the air like an agitated bee, swishing back and forth. His face turned slowly redder and redder, until that little ball of hate erupted and looked at Calder.  “ AFTER?! I'm sorry, did you just say that I could go after the Freyas?” The boo spun angrily to look at Herryk. “Scary Potter does not think that Herryk hasabloohblooh blah blah derp de derp shut up and comb my tuft.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 10:18 pm
Freya was so comfortable. And then someone had to go and drip water on her face and ruin everything. She sat up slightly, though she refused to move out of Calder's range, so he could continue combing her hair. Then she stuck her tongue out at her sister, only to have it frozen there in horror when she noticed the boo that was floating about and OH GODS WHAT WAS IT DOING-
It was closing in on Herryk, and she shrieked in surprise, pulling her sister down into her arms protectively. "Herryk, don't get close, look at the teeths! And the pointy sticks! And the terrible hairdo!"
Oh damn.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 10:21 pm
Disappointed to find the door had locked behind Hel, he turned sharply to the sounds of screaming.
The... odd ghosty thing was... throwing a tantrum? Again he looked to Barth helplessly as his hand dug into his satchel to finger the small collapsible shovel inside. Not nearly as effective as a proper heavy shovel, it was a comfort all the same. it said "if need be, you won't have to touch it to attempt to pummel the creature".
At least it seemed mostly harmless, despite Freya's shouts. Maybe NOW it would attack?? He hurried towards them anyway, just in case.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 10:31 pm
The floating blob only got worse and just as Calder tried not to look directly at it, it's raised tone of voice meant trouble. Cringing, he looked up and his ears dropped when it mutated before his eyes.
He stopped combing and held his comb to his chest, whimpering.He didn't want to comb anymore.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 10:40 pm
And the terrible hairdo.The words hung in the air as the boo went suddenly quite, his rage depleted. To think, they had almost gotten through it. Within moments, he would have been on to the next demand and the next tantrum... had the Freyas not opened her stupid lying ignorant know nothing looks like her hair was painted by some stoned twenty-five year old at four AM mouth. The boo spun slowly, like a T.V. Villain spinning in an office chair. He braced his nubby hands on his non-hips and sucked in one deep breath. And held it. And held it. And held it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 10:50 pm
Hel watched as Christof hobbled off towards the door she just came through, and then looked back at Barth. “ I’m not certain, friend, that is why I’m asking!” At his question, she gave a nod. “ Yes! My team is…uh…” She glanced back at the door. “ Still, through there…Upon entering the House, we were faced with five slides! We had to battle statues and then choose the correct slide, and at the end was a pool of water…and now I am here! What about your team?” When Herryk informed her of what happened, the reaper looked back down at her sister. “ Psshaw, it takes much more to hinder a valkyrie, right, sister?” The ghoul’s head snapped back up to Scary Potter though as the boo seemed to explode, and she was about to retort but yelped instead, as she was pulled into her sister’s arms. “ Ack, Freya, no need to be alarmed! I’ve seen FoxFires more bothersome than that thing.” Hel groaned. She didn’t need Freya to get overprotective in front of others, thank you.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 10:57 pm
Booni was floating in a corner, creating a miniature waterfall of tears as he lamented the loss of the ghoul. So morose was he, that it was only his inherent sense that there was something that HAD TO BE POKED brought him around. Rubbing at his eyes with his nubbins, he slowly turned to see what had showed up on his poke-radar. He hadn't even known he had a poke-radar, but when Booni saw the puffed out, steadily-turning blue cheeks of the be-scarfed Boo, he knew why he had one. If ever there was a Boo that needed a poking, here was one. Without further ado, he zoomed towards the fleshy-colored puff-ball, one nubbin held out like a jousting lance.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 11:06 pm
"Went through a swamp. Not that it's err, hard to tell by looking at us. Had to get through to the other side of the room and manage our way around some geysers that kept popping up."
Slides. That was...interesting. And she didn't know where they were either. Was this...some sort of trick from the house? Or...? Barth didn't know what else it could be.
"You alright, Calder?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 11:11 pm
When Barth caught his attention, the kelpie looked over, noticed how close by the boil was, and leaned all the way over. He then wrapped his arms about the boil's waist and slide him closer till he was beside him and with Freya and Barth as his shields, he leaned down and hide behind them both. There. Freya was mouthy and Barth was older. They could make the pink blob go. He had to protect his brush.
Holding his brush, he hide behind the boil. ".....can we break a door open?" He whispered, wanting to be out of this room. "...there is too much pink here." He didn't like pink. Not at all.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 11:28 pm
Freya let her sister go, and smacked her rear lightly. "Ach, yeh trying to make me looks bad." She chuckled, before turning her head to look at the boil that had just been slid all the way beside her, to hide Calder between them. She didn't know Barth, but she knew one thing about him so far - he was slow. She gave him a half-grin, and then reached up to give his hair a tug.
After all, clearly this boo was trying to get someone to do it's hair. What better way to mess with it.. than do someone elses?
"Turn a bit, friend." Freya murmured. "Let's find out how yeh look with braids, hah?"
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