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 Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 5:39 am
 Donovan cocked an eyebrow up when the girl walked through the ghost. He snickered a bit with a bit of a humourous thought but decided not to say what he was thinking. The red aura that Donovan could see emitting from the demon told him what it was before the girl even made mention of who she was. She cast a small spell that would've probably gone unnoticed if not for Donovans ability to see the way he did, but the bluish glow that emminated from her hands when she cast the spell told him that as well. Once again, being an immortal had it's advantages. The foggy gray glow that emmitted from the ghost in front of him was often times not seen unless ghosts turned invisable. Their aura was always so close to their actual color that it was hard to tell. Donovan shouted to the demon who was walking into the kitchen. "Hey if you're making coffee...." He didn't think he would need to finish the sentence. Donovan then stared at the girl for a second, then decided to speak. "Now how does one manage to get a demon for a body guard? Not that I claim to know much on demons or anything, but in 200 years I have yet to hear of one protecting a human. The usually have a bit of distaste for them."
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 6:00 am
"A curse placed on my family by a priestess. As well as one placed on him." Ryanna said with a shrug. Her curse ran a lot deeper then she would ever tell but thanks to it she had Gavin to keep her company.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 5:41 pm
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"That I am, and I don't mind you calling me mouse boy but my proper name is Cole." Cole said and his mousy whiskers quivered as he spoke, looking her in the eyes and standing up to bow politely. "You can do what you like with the lamb but I worry someone else might take it. I have a small fridge in my room, if I ever find my way back I'll put it there for safe keeping." He smiled before she wrapped her fingers around him and slightly squeezed him, a bit of air forced out of his lungs. When he heard voices the girl already had noticed. "Fun?" He trailed off already at the first syllable.
When the girl took a shiny sharp knife and started to cut off her head he ran over a bit but it seemed like she wasn't suicidal and knew what she was doing, climbing up to her shoulder, staying low enough to avoid the knife slicing through her neck he asked in a nervous and concerned tone. "I'm guessing you won't die from this but doesn't that hurt? I mean you are cutting off you're head." Wincing as bits and scraps of flesh his his little face and flattening his ears to try and shut out the sound that emitted next to him, it sent shivers down his spine and his fur poofed up all at once. He barely noticed the fact that no blood spilled and realized he couldn't hear a heart beat pounding from inside her, looking at her in shock he was about to ask her if she was dead, opening his mouth to form the first word when she told him to do a favor and shut his mouth and nodded.
Jumping off the shelf and shifting into human form instantly, landing on all fours before standing up. Taking the head on tray carefully he felt awkward about her speaking with her head detached. "What if your head get's smashed?" He asked with great concern but ran out when she ordered him to go an do it. Picking up the lid he looked at her face before going out, he kind of adored an odd beauty about it but if he took more than a few seconds long she'd get suspicious, closing the lid he walked out, shifting his appearance to look a little different so he wouldn't be recognized if seen by whoever the people were saw him again later on.
"Tis a fine day isn't it? Care to try our special dish it a lobster bisque with terragon and asiago cheese. Also our garlic bread which is the best in the continent!" He said to the two; the kind ghost he saw before and the rude guy he met even earlier. A bittersweet revenge, seeing he didn't want to play a trick on his ghost friend. 'I wish I could tell him without the jerk finding out.' Cole thought and let out a tired sigh.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 7:04 pm
 Ophelia could hear movement throughout the hotel. "There must be more people here than I thouhgt," she mummbled to herself. She decided that she was to take a walk and grabbed her jacket and quietly escaped from her room. She took the stairs and was in the lobby in no time. She walked out of the front door and was greeted by a cold wind.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 9:07 pm
 Alistar frowned slightly as the girl that had walked through him used magic before offering her hand to him to shake. "Magic isn't necessary... and not notably very trustworthy among ghosts..." he replied, knowing that one bad spell could do a lot of damage to one's condition as a ghost, and so he never much liked magic after he found that out.
His fingers twitched slightly as if he would take her hand, but he stepped back and introduced himself as Alistar politely, though without taking her hand. He apologized for it, but knew it might've been a good idea considering this girl had just mentioned a curse. He faded slightly at the thought, but became clearer once again as he shook it off.
He saw Cole, the mouse from before, enter with a platter. He assumed it was Cole because he didn't look like a new ghost and there was really no one else in the kitchen at the time. He frowned and tilted his head slightly, knowing that a dish as he described would've had to have been cooking for a while, but he said nothing as if it were a common occurence and just watched curiously as Cole spoke.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 6:24 am
Donovan cocked his eyebrow as the girl spoke of a curse. "Seems more like it would be a curse on him than you"he said. Donovan knew that usually demons despised humans, and to be forced to protect something that you hate seems to be a horrid circumstance. Just then a man who seemed to be a waiter or server of some sort came out of the kitchen carrying a platter. As the man walked out, exclaiming somthing about a lobster bisque, Donovan noticed his aura was green. 'Another shapeshifter?' he thought to himself, wondering if it had been the one from earlier. Donovan interupted the mans speech about the food and slowly began approaching him. "You know, in my many years, I've come to learn two things. One is people and the other is food. One big thing that I've learned, is never trust a shapeshifter... because you never know what they'll try. On top of that, I have yet to ever been served lobster bisque out of anything but a bowl, so I'm curious how you're managing to keep it from spilling all over the place"By the last sentence, Donovan was standing right next to the man, reaching for the top of the platter with his left hand to expose whatever it was the man was carrying. A smile creeped across Donovan's face. Finally some entertainment in this boring place.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 6:50 am
((...And nobody noticed Cole walk into the room, he's talking to Donovan and Alistar.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 9:28 am
(( both of them noticed. ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 10:06 am
((Sorry. Also it's not fun when you know whats happening sad )) ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ❖ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Cole Bleustire
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Cole frowned, both of the guys figured it was a trick, which was probably going to have some repercussions for poor Cole, yet for some reason he didn't worry right now, probably because he was keen on preventing harm from coming to Hecatate's head. When the gray haired kid went and lifted the lid he held his breath. "I say that is rather racist, never trust a shape shifter." He replied when the guy touched the lid and moved back slightly before setting the platter on the table, moving so Donovan had to let go of the lid. "Well enjoy he said and walked back to kitchen, shifting into a fruit fly and flying back out, barely noticeable and stayed out of sight. Landing on the ceiling he shifted into a small spider, the same size as a pin head, scuttling along until he was over the gray haired kid, slowly coming down using spider silk and landing on his hair, just on a loose strand, stepping so he wouldn't disturb the stillness and moved towards the front of his head, prepared to shift into something fats and strong enough to take the head away if needed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 2:47 pm
☢..Hecate..☢
Hecate sighed with agitation beneath the lid. Her headless body soon came pushing through the door to the kitchen, whipping out its right and left arm as it snatched away the platter dropping it onto the table beneath her. Her body seemed to have quite good balance and sense of direction despite not having a head; perhaps this wasn’t the first time it actually went without a head. Curling the fingers of its right hand around the handle that decorated the top of the stainless steel, tugging upwards to reveal her head. A mark of agitation placed against the right corner of her forehead. She could tell her little ‘trick’ wasn’t going to do much good, she could at least sense their suspicion.
“Idiot mouse boy.”
Soon releasing the lid to where it carelessly dropped against the table with a slight chime as it rolled against the material of the table, she placed both hands on either side of her cheeks lifting it from the platter. Hecate shoved her head back onto her shoulders. A gruesome crack being made as she began to turn the head into a ‘360’ until it was firmly placed back on. Tilting her head to the right then left as he bones cracked rather loudly. She didn't quite notice where Cole had gone off to, but she figured he wouldn't go very far. She spoke knowing or figuring he would hear her.
“I'm not amused at all mouse boy, and guess who is going to make up for it by being my next meal when my stomach is growly again?”
Laughing sadistically behind her mask, once her body settled back into place she let her right arm lift, the index finger of her right hand extending to where it pointed towards Cole. A bit of steam hissed from the tusks of her gas mask, slowly dispersing into thin air. Pulling her arm back to her side as she shifted her glance towards the others. Pulling herself to a straight erect stand. She noticed Alister of course but the others she had yet to meet. She decided to at least acknowledge the one she did know.
“Well well, hello ghosty.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 4:35 pm
Ryanna looked at the two of them. "Its a differnt curse on me." She said as she canceled her power. "My curse is...complicated, Its his curse that stuck him with my family, and he say's he doesn't mind, something about Soul mates and Old souls." Ryanna watched as the shapeshifter left the kitchen. She would only eat what Grave robber brought to her, nothing else. She glanced at the decapitated zombie thing and turned back to the kitchen waiting for the demon to return. This was part of her curse, this whole building, everything here, she saw creatures and other fun things all the time, but here, here is where she was forced to live. She wasn't going to say anything just yet. After all some people actually like this hell hole
Grave robber entered the kitchen and looked carefully around. he opened a rift and a little demi demon came out handing him coffe and food makings. He went to work ignoring the flesh eater in the room as well. The little demon vanished. Grave robber cooked wht he was given and brought it back out to Ryann, a cup of coffee was placed in front of her. "Immortals cant drink this, actually no one is supposed to except demons." He said as Ryanna took a sip and ate some of the food.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 6:49 pm
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Jumping down from the guy's head Cole shifted into mouse form and ran onto Hecatate's shoulder. "Sorry, I tried my best. The jerk over there must be psychic or something. Honestly it isn't fair!" He moaned and watched her put her head back on. He was starting to take a liking to her despite her threats and commands. "To make it up for you I can find you some meat, any kind of meat. Just don't eat me? I doubt I taste good since I only eat animal crackers and had been miserable for a good five years living here."
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 11:37 pm
When the headless body burst from the kitchen and made it's way to the platter, Donovan jumped a bit in surprise and watched it throw the lid from the platter and grab for the masked head. He assumed that it belonged to the body pawing at it. As Hecate snapped her head back on, the unmistakable thick yellow-green aura of a zombie permeated around her. "Well I must admit I wasn't expecting that"Donovan said, scratching his head in confusion. "And while I'm not quite sure what the motivation behind you bringing the head of the zombie out here was, it was another example as to why one should never trust a shapeshifter. You do speak a lot for a zombie... thats interesting.Donovan began examining Hecate being careful not to get too near her mouth. Covered or not, Donovan knew that near a zombies mouth was really the last place one wanted to be. Well I must admit my curiosity is peaked... what the hell brings a zombie out this way??
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 2:20 am
☢..Hecate..☢
Bringing her right and left hand to either of her hips only to place them there, Hecate tilting her body to the right some as if to lean on thin air. Arching her right eyebrow, she narrowed her eyes towards the one who she noticed to be examining her. Hecate leaned forward to where she was merely inches from the sitting male’s face, lifting her right hand only to extend her index finger and place it against his forehead. Motioning her thumb and index caused a light tap as she flicked against the flesh of his forehead.
“Well, you don’t expect me to walk around moaning and groaning knowing no other word besides ‘braiiiinns’ to say, now do you?”
Hecate let her arms pull up over her chest as they crossed over one another. She began to make fun of the rather stereotypical horror movie zombie when making her remark. She flashed her glance towards Cole grinning behind her mask as usual, pinching against the scruff of his neck as she merely reached over picking him up.
“You honestly think I’d eat you, I’m offended! Besides who knows where you’ve been ..”
Releasing his scruff letting him fall back into place, paying it no mind of his position being on her shoulder. Letting her arm rest back over the other as they once again crossed over her chest. Bringing her attention back to the other male she briefly made a remark to, her gas mask giving off its usual hiss. As she leaned forward once more, due to the position and tilt of her head her red tinted eye seemed rather closer or larger in the male’s perspective while the black tinted one seemed farther away, this position showing off one of her many deranged expressions.
“Why else would a ‘zombie’ be here, other then to grab a bite to eat, say you don’t look half bad. Want to be desert?”
Hecate curled her arms around her own waist as she tilted back some laughing to herself. Causing it to be muffled yet echo through the tusks of her gas mask. After a few moments of being amused she, cleared her throat by forcing a single cough.
“Everyone else has been so polite telling me their names, yet you’ve gone off and asked questions without even doing so. Rather rude if you ask me, so maybe I’ll answer any questions once I get a name fleshy."
Hecate didn’t honestly care about the politeness, but she enjoyed teasing or making things difficult for her amusement. It was obvious Hecate also had a habit of giving little names to those she met such as she had done with Alister and Cole. These names never were very comforting and sometimes slightly offending, but once Hecate decided on a little name for someone she usually stuck to it unless she found a better one of course.
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 8:42 am
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Listening to the conversation Cole decided to make a silly face at the kid without manners, puffing up his cheeks, flattening out his ears and scrunching up his nose and moving his tail to make a mustache in front of his nose. It was rather silly and immature of him but in mouse form he felt like he could get away with it, plus he felt rather safe on Hecate's shoulder.
"Like I said, your rather racist. Me helping Hecate with her prank had nothing to do with shape shifters in general. I just changed my appearance so I wouldn't get blamed. A sort of insurance if you will." He replied after Hecate said how she wasn't like a movie zombie, searching for the thing they seemed to lack; brains. Hecate was a perfectly fine being if not a little odd but everyone has their quirks.
Finding himself getting picked up by the scruff by Hecate again he got rid of his funny face and found himself actually smiling at her. "Well you did say you were thinking about it." He replied, letting the not know where you've been thing slide, rolling off him like water off a duck's back. When he was placed back on Hecate's shoulder he whispered into her ear. "How come you wear that mask? I just was curious is all."
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