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 Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 4:33 pm
((Haha... there is never a dull moment in here... well excpt last night at like 2 in the mourning when no one else was on.... i dont sleep lol))
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 5:14 pm
[Aie, 3 pages o.o I can't keep up xD I'm guessing nothing totally major happened? Just breakfast?]
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Ian was still deep in a dream, barely registering Missy's voice.
He did wake when he smelt food.
"Oh, that smells good." he said groggily, getting up slowly.
He tossed the jacket that he used for a pillow over the edge of the bench, and stood completely.
"Hope you saved some for me." he said, grabbing a plate from under the counter and grabbing what was left of the eggs.
After a few minutes, he finished. "Corker of a breakfast, whoever cooked it." he said happily.
He then noticed two things.
The diner was filled with activity. People where staring outside.
The second was cake.
Sorting his priorities, he cut himself a slice of cake and turned to the front.
He nibbled on a piece, talking around it.
"What's everyone lookin' at?" he asked casually.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 5:21 pm
Lithil turned at the sudden burst of action as the unaffected swarmed out from their 'nest' like disturbed ants. Swallowing her mouthful, the strange animal girl cleaned the remaining scraps of food from the crevices of her mouth. Her mind and focus hadn't been bothered by, or even registered, the ultra-violet ray that destroyed the zombie she had missed- her curiosity was too strong to be thrown off at that moment. Standing a moment, considering the older woman's request, her expression drew to that of mild concentration, as if considering a particularly difficult mental arithmetic problem. Cheeks still working over her exploring tongue, there was a nauseating ripple at the bump in her neck formed over her windpipe, and she hummed a soft note as if experimenting with a thought. Turning to face Missy's gun barrel head-on as if it was her eyes, Lithil opened her mouth.
"Go f..."
The girl cleared her throat in a way that suggested that she hadn't done that motion in quite some time and was quite unfamiliar with it. The next time she opened her mouth, it was to suggest, in a hoarse voice and terms that would make a sailor blush, that Missy put her gun somewhere rather uncomfortable. Blinking a few times, she raised her eyebrows and managed a small smile.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 5:32 pm
"Why you little!" Missy exclaimed while rasing a hand as if to slap the creature. Then she stopped she was better than that. "How about if i use these instead." Missy said while pulling her japanese fighting stars out of her pocket and putting the pistol in the holder. "Or would you rather me use something else. You nasty vermin!" She spat through her teeth.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 5:33 pm
Thestalon did not like where this was going everyone was being aggressive outwardly towards this creature and everyone was waiting for everyone else to make the first move. So as a defensive measure Thestalon employed his trick of bending light so he was invisible and then moving to a spot with a bett vantage point.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 5:37 pm
Lithil smile spread broader across her smeared and dirty features, presenting curiously strong-looking teeth for one who looked like she had been living in squalor for a long, long time. A giggle of strange vibrations bubbled up in the back of her throat and soon her thin shoulders shook with barely contained mirth.
"Yes, yes!"
The girl managed through her laughter.
"Yes, please, try it!"
The strange, strange apparition looked up from where she was bent in double, ice chip eyes glinting.
"The normal prey does not use weapons! Please, I would like to see you try!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 5:42 pm
Thestalon circled silently around the creature keeping his eyes on it at all times. He was still not liking how this was going due to the fact it was getting more agressive as it went. He could end it now if he wanted but something restricted him doing so. Most likely the fact that provoking the creature may cause it to kill its comrades. SNAP! Thestalon alerted looked down and saw he just trod on a twig.
S***t, s***t, s***t i hope that thing doesn't notice
Keeping still, quiet and invisible was all he could do now to try and not alert it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 5:45 pm
Missy screamed. She made roots crawl up in cretons legs and around its waist. She made them pull it to the ground. "Dont test me!" Missy said as the creature struggled. "Dont bother. The hold cant be broken." Missy laughed an evil laugh. She hated being laughed at. "Now i want you to tell me who you are right now. And i would advise you not to anger me furthur." missy growled.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 5:52 pm
The young girl, still giggling softly, inspected the roots binding themselves around her ankles, her calves, her knees, ascending up her bare thighs. Humming softly, her flesh... melted away under the tightening grip of the strange plants, stringing out and sliding in between the gaps. Lithil slid backwards, like some strange kind of flesh-coloured blob, her upper body still in its default, human shape. Her legs solidified once she was free from the plants hold and she once again let out a peal of laughter that echoed throughout the cobblestone streets. Shaking her head, blood soaked dreadlocks shaking, Lithil's upper lip curled.
"Test? Yes, I test prey. This is interesting!"
Her ears, underneath the matted russet waves, moved backwards at the sound made by the invisible man, Thestalon. Noting his then position, she made part of her keep track of his movement.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 5:58 pm
Missy didnt know what to do. This thing, whatever it was, could get out of her best hold. She was beside herself. "Wh-What are you?" Missy asked.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 5:58 pm
Thestalon makes a quick dash for the diner and hides in there.
{{sorry bout this but i has to go im british you see and it 2 O'clock in the morning here and i need to sleep so goodbye for now}}
{{ps i said im british to make me sound like a posh british snob who drinks tea all the time and eats nothing but mcvities biscuits}}
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 6:05 pm
{{ McVities biscuits are constructed of almost solely win. I would not judge you for that. I am also British. }}
"I am... Lilithilithithili... Lithil."
The girl paused a moment, her eyebrows working across her mud-encrusted forehead, the motion causing some of the dust to flake off. She bit her lip, the blood flushing to it and colouring it red, then nodded.
"Yes. That was my name."
Over the time she had been talking, her speech had been becoming clearer and more concise. Now she almost spoke like a normal person.
"Is my name, I mean. Yes. I'm Lithil. There we go."
She smiled again, revealing once again those strange teeth... and were her canines sharpened?
"But if you're askin' me what I am, 'm afraid I can't answer that one so easily."
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 6:09 pm
Missy was marveled. "D-Do you mind if i get a better look at your face? Im sorry about earlier. My name is Missy by the way." Missy said in sentence fragments to lithil with a smile.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 6:18 pm
Lithil took a step back. This was a bit too much of an about-face for her not to be doubtful as to this 'Missy's true intents- she hadn't survived on these infected streets without a healthy sense of doubt, anyway. Some of the zombies were damn crafty in their search for brains and new flesh. Her hand strayed towards the pipes tied neatly to her back, brushing the still-wet blood of her last victim. Admittedly, though her first attempts at speech gave reason to think otherwise, she was not ill-wishing towards these non-zombies. Still, she couldn't say the same for them.
"W-why...?"
The unaffected said slowly, ice-chip eyes accusing.
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