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 Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 7:41 pm
For now Seiji wasn't really aware there were others around him, his attention was too preoccupied on the screen those projected in it. Freya wasn't the only one to fall into shivering at the sight of it, and the tacky black blood still clinging to the ghost's fingers smeared along the screen as he pressed his palm over it, nails digging uselessly at the flickering image beneath them.
He'd wanted desperately to know what was happening to the others to his ghoulfriend, but knowing.. And being able to do nothing about it. Seiji felt horribly helpless, and a desperate sort of whine bubbled up at the back of his throat as he grit his teeth. "Hold on, Baby." Hold on for what? For help to come? ********.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 7:43 pm
((Wow, y'all have been busy. xd ))
When the ghoul held up a sealed bag, Sparkles just looked puzzled. "What are those? Are they marshmallows? Can I eat them?" He never got an answer, though, as the boil who had appeared distracted her. Hey, he was the one who got distracted! Of course, then the boo himself got distracted, by the SUPER SHINY boil. How did he get so shiny?! Sparkles would have to ask him, once he was done talking to the other squishy.
As more and more students appeared in the room, the boo kept darting to each new one, then back and forth among them until another appeared. They were mostly ignoring him now, which really wasn't as fun, but there was so much to SEE and they all looked so DIFFERENT and it was EXCITING. And then the one started screaming, and that was so not exciting. "Hey, that hurts! Don't be so loud." sad sad sad He tried to look sad at the boil, but like with anything Sparkles did, within a few moments he had bounced off to something else.
Oh hey, he knew that one! Sort of. She was one of the unfriendly squishies who got mad when he tried to play with them before. That hadn't been so fun. Maybe if he'd shown his Fire Flower to her? But wait, he hadn't had it then. Or had he? He couldn't remember. She looked sad now, though. But everything was fun, look at the pretty screens, why would they make her sad? He flew over, a little less spastic than usual, and stopped in front of Herryk and Freya. "Are you okay? You look okay, but not like you feel okay. You were mean to us before, but maybe you were confused, like that other squishy, and would like to be friends? And friends want to help if someone is not okay."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 7:48 pm
"All of this," Herryk mumbled, his voice thick with emotion. "All of this." He forced his mouth to tremulously form a smile. "Herryk will explain later." Later, later. The word was a frightful one to use. What if there was no later? What if now was the only thing they had?
And suddenly, a boo.
Herryk was ... not in the mood. The draugr fell silent, a dark scowl tainting his face.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 7:51 pm
Herryk's voice finally had her ripping away from her attention on the screens, and she reached up, brushing the backs of her fingers against his cheek, and jawline. The poor boil looked so distraught. Freya couldn't fathom what had gotten him to this point - what had filled those eyes with pain. She couldn't fathom that he was looking down at a broken ghoul in his arms, when his eyes looked down at her like that.
"Okays."
The boo fluttered to them, and she shuddered unhappily, shaking her head. "Please, no more." Her entire body curled inward at the very idea of another fight. "Please, please, please." She chanted in a whisper.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 7:55 pm
Roch was stonily silent, his eyes glued to the scene on the screen, his mind oblivious to the fact that he'd offended one of his good friends. This was hell. Pure, unadulterated hell, and it got worse by the second. He wanted it to end. He wanted to--astonishingly, hold Xiu in his arms. He wanted to see Mot's eyes, even though he rarely had before.
He wanted to be out there fighting, not stuck here watching the ones he had grown to care for suffer and die.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:01 pm
The hyper boo was really starting to annoy Fitzy, so he shouted at him in his high pitched voice "Hey, get over here! And stop that bouncing around!" He turned in the air, away from the screen he had been beating on, and let out an exasperated sigh as he saw the boo actually trying to befriend the fleshies.
"Get away from them!" He cried, "You aren't supposed to make friends with them! Come here! Watch the action!" Shaking his head/body from side to side in disgust, he waited for the boo to quit with his silly antics.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:04 pm
It was curious, the things that could make a boil snap. It hadn't been the mirror room, where Herryk thought that his beloved foxfires had been captured and killed. It hadn't been the times he'd clutched a broken, bleeding Freya to his chest. It hadn't been the time spent being separated from her after the bomb dispersed him in the trap room. A piece of him had shattered after finding her again in the tent, but it had been hastily dismissed.
Here, now, clutching Freya to his chest as she chanted madly, shaking in his arms...
"Please," the draugr whispered to the boo, his voice broken hollow as he desperately tried to soothe Freya, "please leave Herryk and Freya alone. Herryk is... he is begging."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:10 pm
Someone just kill her now, well again in their case, if these two leggers were going to sit and get all kissy face and cry. Lily then turned to head back to the tv, only to find another two legger all up over the screens blocking her view. "I can not wait until they all leave. These ones in here aren't any fun to play with, they act all... broken." she grumbled, going up and tapping the boil in front of the tv on the shoulder. Which was quite mild when considering she'd rather kick them all in the butt and boot them out of here if possible. "Please go and cry somewhere else, or sit down. You are blocking the action, and honestly, that is the only thing keeping me entertained right now."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:25 pm
It was kind of funny how a boo had the power to make Freya's fire burn, even for just a moment. She uncurled from her whimpers, and she struggled against Herryk's embrace.
"THE ACTIONS? THE ACTIONS?! OH, WE'RE BLOCKINGS YEH FROM THE ACTIONS?"
She flailed wildly in Herryk's arms, ready to bring the boo down with what sheer force she had left.
"THAT IS MY SISTER FIGHTINGS OUT THERE! MY FRIENDS! THIS IS NO ACTIONS, NO SHOWS FOR YEHR ENJOYMENT YEH LITTLE SHITFACE! YEH SITS DOWN AND SHUTS UP, NOT US!"
The b***h was back.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:31 pm
Fitzy rolled his eyes "Obviously we can't sit. We don't have the proper appendages!" He simpered. How Fitzy wished he did have all the proper appendages. He was very upset that these fleshies could walk and had much more useable arms. Why, if he had arms like that, he could cross them over his chest in a satisfactory manner when he was in the middle of a good pout!
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:33 pm
"Come here! Watch the action!"
Seiji blinked, finally breaking his focus from the screen and the image of his injured ghoulfriend to turn slowly towards the round bodies of the boos. At first he merely stared at him, but ever so slowly his lips drew back from pointed teeth, brows dipping to pinch in an angry 'v' above his nose.
He didn't say anything though, not at first. Freya's enraged shouting more then covered the fury he was feeling at the moment, and he was afraid that if he opened his mouth to shout as well he'd never stop. No, he let Freya convey their point, seething silently beside the her and Herryk as blood stained fingers curled into tight fists at his sides.
If the Valkyrie launched herself at the boos, the ghost would very gladly follow.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:37 pm
Lily glanced over over her shoulder at the overly loud blonde and just rolled her eyes a little. Goodness these noisy things were touchy weren't they. Well at least this was better than listing to the crying and showed they hadn't completely been broken down yet.
"You all have come here and invaded our home, we have a right to do and say whatever we please. Though please, continue to yell and flail like that, it is rather amusing. And a sight more pleasing to listen to than the baby like whimpering going on a few moments ago." She replied with a smirk. What did she care of comrades or siblings? All she'd known was this house, their home, and for a brief time at that. Not nearly enough time to develop any feelings other than a desire to see all of them purged from the house, and preferably in a violent fashion.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:03 pm
Taryn's hoof tapped nervously against the floor. Yes, this was much more serious than she could have imagined. Being so distant from the action meant a disconnect between herself and those suffering in the field. She hadn't seen battle yet. In fact, she felt a bit young for battle. There they were, though, thrust into the thick of it with a group of upset humans and a gang of horrible beasts (and fish). She glanced back toward Roch, the pathetic boil he suddenly was, and her face twisted.
She didn't know how to do this. She didn't understand. Still, something had to be done. It might have been prompted by the affection between the others in the room, but regardless of origin the ghoul gave up on her awkward emotions to approach Roch again. For a moment she didn't know what to do and simply sat beside him in awkward silence, brushing her hair behind her ear again. Anything she could think of to say sounded stupid. Instead, she folded an arm around the boil and tried to pull him to her.
Physical displays of affection weren't her thing, but she was willing to try.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:07 pm
Roch didn't even glance at her, but one arm slid behind her back, and instead of Taryn pulling him, he pulled her into his side, holding her with one arm, his eyes focused on the screen. He needed held. He wouldn't have let anyone at the battle field do it, but this was Taryn.
She was his friend. He didn't have many that he truly considered that.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:11 pm
It was a new and not entirely pleasant feeling, to be held. Sure, it was warm, but it was also personal and embarrassing and, for an inexperienced ghoul, seriously awkward. It was her job to be here for her friends, though, and she didn't have many. Roch was maybe the best there was. A part of her just wanted to tell him it would all be okay, but he might not believe her at this point.
This was for him. He seemed to need it, and they sat in silence.
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