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 Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 10:44 am
Vieve looked at Roch, actually enjoying how he was shivering. He hadn't treated her particularly well the last (first, as well) time they'd met.. did he really think she'd help him for nothing?
Mot approaching her, though, wiped the smirk off her face completely.
.. He'd actually taken her seriously. Blinking in surprise, Vieve made way for Mot on the rock, moving the fire towards him. She.. supposed it wouldn't hurt to share, but if his clothes got singed, or his hair, she wouldn't be responsible for it.
"Don't flatter yourself," she managed to say, looking away. "It's not like I consider you company..." But she found herself moving closer to him, anyway; any extra heat was appreciated.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 10:51 am
Mot blinked behind his hat. Vieve's words said one thing but her actions said something else altogether. She was scooting closer and even sharing the flame. It wasn't much, but the gesture was not lost through the ghoul's words.
Mot smiled and laughed. "Well, I stand corrected then." He said with a cheesy grin.
Suddenly another chill. Mot looked toward Pepin, who seemed to be staring... again. Was she lonely too?
8( Mot needs to save all the lonely ghouls!
He gave the ghoul an uncertain wave of acknowledgement. Pepin was always scary. He wasn't sure why. Maybe the whole leaving him in a dangerous frozen hallway did it for him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:09 am
Abruptly Roch started digging through his pockets, pulling out a few sheets of paper from his pants leg. "I got my homework for Cricket's class!" he said cheerfully. "Let's burn this b*****d, then Amrita will understand why I had no choice but skip her next class!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:26 am
"hrmmmph". It was a small sound, but one of assent. It didn't really get them any closer to going back to school, though.
Really, sitting here wasn't going to do anything. They'd found a bunch of things- well, so what? It wasn't as if hands or jackets weren't commonly found around school. The only difference was... snow.
If she thought about that, she supposed she'd rather brave a bit of snow and find her way home, than sit here forever on the rock. With the cowboy. Whose name she didn't even know.
Sighing, she closed her eyes, and ran through what she knew again, in her mind. There had to be some kind of clue. Some way they could get out. And she did still want that pendant back...
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:33 am
Pepin paused midair to see Mot's gesture and pointed to herself while approaching slowly with a look that read 'meeee?' When he didn't seem to object she giggled happily and gently snugged her way beside the two, wrapping her arms around both happily.
"Oh how I wish I could keep you two warm~"
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:38 am
Aw, damn. Pepin seemed so happy to be called over, he just couldn't bring himself to feel appalled that she stuffed herself in between them. It wasn't like she was going to push him into being cameraman again. Not this time anyway.
"I wish you could too." Mot said, laughing. Ghosts weren't really known for being a source of any sort of warmth. "At least you aren't cold though, right?" Pepin probably didn't care if it was a blizzard or a heat wave.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:56 am
And then she was forced to open her eyes again. What.... what was even. Why was everyone suddenly coming over? If Mot happened to be some kind of magnetic cowboy, she swore she'd punch him or something. Or kick him off the rock. HER ROCK.
"Sure you wish..." It was more than enough to be... cuddled, Vieve thought somewhat unhappily, finding herself squished against both Pepin and Mot. If one more person, just one more person came over...
The salamander might just snap.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 12:04 pm
"Nope, not terribly cold at all. I mean.. electronics are kinda cold right? Unless they're hot. Say, its like sitting next to you two really," she replied to Mot and rubbed cheeks with both of them. "What's your name by the way?" Pepin chimed sweetly towards Veive.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 1:12 pm
Glancing over at Mot and Vee with a raised brow, Jericho soon turned his attention to Roch and Seiji.
"I might be able to dry them off but I might just end up scorching the things. As for the paper, that's good to help get the bonfire started but it won't last long at all," the dragon pointed out. Shivering from the cold, he continued to rub his arms unhappily. If they wanted a controlled fire, they were going to need sufficient fuel for it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 1:15 pm
ohgodthecheekrubbing. NOT THE CHEEK-RUBBING. WHAT WAS EVEN. Shifting awkwardly, Vieve glared at the ghost. She wasn't even cold, so what was she doing?! She had no excuse!
"Is she always like this?" the salamander grumbled, elbowing Mot. "You take care of her. She's your.. something.. friend.. thing, isn't she?" While she wasn't particularly territorial, she didn't quite appreciate having someone all over her.
"I'm Vieve." Her reply was short and curt, and she paused a little before grudgingly following up with an "And.. you?"
"And you as well, I guess," she shrugged, indicating the cowboy.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 1:26 pm
Roch cursed, irritated with the situation even more now. "My fingers hurt," he said quietly. His ears were frozen, his piercings were so cold that they burned, and his nose was so cold it felt like it would fall off--but none of this was as important to him as his fingers hurting. They burned, then felt numb, then burned again as he forced them to move.
He buried them deeper into Mot's coat, feeling extremely uneasy by this fact. That showed in just how quiet he was about it, and the serious look on his face. Considering how ridiculous he had been acting before, it seemed extremely strange.
"Where's the guy with horns?" he asked abruptly. "The one that dropped the papers in the first place."
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 3:40 pm
The doe shivered a bit as a gust of wind plastered against her skin. The material of her outfit was not thick enough to withstand the bitter cold that was around them. Even if she decided to shift in to true form, Wren was just NOT built for cold. She was no reindeer with their thicker, warmer, fur coats.
About to take her chances and shift anyways, she felt a simple drop of something heavy on her shoulders, and her body instantly turned a few shades warmer. Reaching up, she tugged on the fabric lightly, and noticed that it was the color of Sparrows coat.
"Wont you be c-cold t-?" Oh, that works too. Mimicking what the reaper just did, she too wrapped a free arm around his waist. She was MUCH warmer now, she only hoped that he was not freezing from giving up his coat...
"Do you know where we are?" She asked, not really to anyone in particular.... Looking up, she heard Roch mention something about the deer horned man too. She wanted to know as well, where WAS he? And was he actually a peryton too? If anything he would be warm, remembering his layered clothing and scarf.
"Lets hope he didn't leave."
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 4:09 pm
A small smile made it's way across Sparrow's face, ducking his head to press his nose against Wren's hair.
"Nope," he said airily, wondering if this was too close for her, and turned his eyes to gaze around at the rest of the people around them, brows drawing together as a musing expression appeared. "I don't think I'll be cold at all.
Which was mostly true, since he had a significant someone standing close to him. Sparrow had a feeling he'd be just fine.
"And, unfortunately, my dear, I don't know where we are," he continued, frowning as he idly rubbed the back of his neck, shivering a bit despite his previous statement. "All I see is...er, snow."
A familiar voice caught his ear - Sparrow's eyes flicked to the side, catching sight of Roch standing a few feet away. The reaper was the one who had come at him after he'd had the training session with Xiu, the one with the guitar as a scythe.
"Afternoon, Roch," Sparrow said cheerfully, lifting his free hand in greeting to the other boil. "Pleasant day for a stroll, don't you think?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 4:14 pm
Mot's cheek was smooshed against Pepin's in her affectionate little display of friendliness. The close proximity made the boil feel warmer, but mostly out of shyness.
Yes. He was blushing. Super manly, I know.
"Um.. pretty much.." Mot answered Vieve, bashfully averting his gaze from the ghouls he was huddled with. "Me?! She isn't my anything! I can't do something about her." He suddenly quipped back, staring over at the salamander with a bewildered expression. Yeah right. Control Pepin? Haaaaaah hah.
Oh, so the ghoul's name was Vieve. "Ah, I'm Mot." He grinned back, a full recovery made, apparently.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 4:18 pm
Roch looked up at Sparrow, deciding, yet again, as he saw the cute little ghoul cuddled up to the other reaper, that he jackin' HATED this b*****d. Coming from Roch, that was a bit surprising, because the laid back boil usually kept his hatred reserved for family members (who totally deserved it.)
He flexed his hand, wondering if beating the living hell out of another guy would be a good way to warm up. It sounded extremely tempting.
"Very," he drawled back.
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