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High-functioning Marshmallow
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 Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 11:06 pm
gﾑd  A moment passed and Gad heard no sounds of frantic scrubbing. Strange; wasn't he cleaning himself so he could enter Gad's room? He crawled back from under the bed and peered up at the man, who was still very much clothed and not scrubbing himself at all. He looked somewhat confused, now that Gad looked at him. Oh, no; had he scared him?! He should have known it was unsanitary to ask someone to use the same bottle and rag that he had touched! Though they were both unused and brand new, Gad still had to touch it to move them into Cyrus' care.
He frowned at himself and stood up, about to explain that he was very sorry and would just give Cyrus a box of sanitizer instead and some wipes so he could take care of the possibility that a deliveryman had touched the bottles before they were set in the boxes. But, Cyrus had said he liked it. Gad's eyes opened wide as he heard that, filling up with pure joy at the notion someone liked what he had given them. He.. he really was just as aware as Gad was! He smiled and felt tears tugging at his eyes as he clasped his hands together nervously, unused to having such a close friend that wasn't a doctor or genie.
“...A-ah.. I-I.. like it t-too.” He told him and he quickly turned away, grabbing up a pair of cardboard boxes sealed tightly with plastic wrap beside his bed. “I-I c-can help you – I'm good at helping. Can you c-come – please?” He said with a double dose of hopefulness and excitement while he took the initiative to step outside his room and motion down the hall.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 11:46 pm
"Just fear me,
Love me,
Do as I say
and I will be your slave..."  ѼAfter breaking up with Angela completely.. He just left her there and walked towards his dorm.. While massaging between his eyes... He couldn't help but feel bad about it.. Soon as Abel entered the hall.. He throw himself to the couch while crossing his feet against the armrest..
Trying to ease his headache after being stubborn enough to stand his fake engagement.. Huffing, Abel grabbed the pillow and dunk it against his face.. If its the only way Angela won't get herself hurt because of his comrades.. It will be fine.. Much more Christine is there and know about his relationship with her sister..
Turning to another side. Abel couldn't help but to think about her... Probably, Angela hates him right down to her bones... Somehow, one day, she would understand why he's pushing her away from him..Ѽ "...Demon or not..
I will be yours forever.."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 9:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 2:25 am
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Young Master Oz Vessalius Crew
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 2:32 am
 Severin Novaire "Literature is complex and one really has to think to understand it."________________________Severin had been sleeping. It was the weekend and he was allowed to sleep in. He will grade stuff later in the afternoon or something. Actually, since his class didn't do any work, there was no grading to be done. So Severin was free to sleep as he pleased. Or so he thought.
There was a loud bang when his door slammed open and Severin grumbled and sat up sleepily. His hand felt around on his dresser and found his glasses and put them on to find Sylth blabbering about finding a hobby. What nonsense was this idiot sputtering about?
"Go get a book and read." Severin answered grumpily, but he got out of bed anyways. Well, he was up so he might as well get ready to go out and Severin was certain that he was stuck doing this anyways because Sylth was persistent and if Severin declined, he'll have a ton of bruises and pain from a 'slip of the hand' if Severin used Sylth's words.
"...Alright. I'm up. Lemme get dressed and... eat." Severin yawned. "But why the hell do you want to go find a hobby all of a sudden?" ________________________ "The beauty of it is that literature never hits me if I misunderstand. "
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 3:15 am
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Young Master Oz Vessalius Crew
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 11:50 pm
Severin Novaire "Literature is complex and one really has to think to understand it."________________________Severin paused as Sylth left to go wait at the living area and then he continued with changing. It had been hard for Severin to wrap his mind around the sudden relationship that Sylth had with this woman, Christine. Not that Severin was one to judge when it came to love affairs. He didn't think of Sylth as one to take dating seriously. Whatever. It was probably none of his business. As long as they didn't try dragging him into some kind of stupid messed up drama, Severin didn't care what they did.
He went out of his room and went to the kitchen and just buttered some bread and gobbled it all up in record time and he was ready to go. He considered taking his time, but he had a feeling that despite his patient appearance, Sylthfreiyn himself wasn't a patient man. Considering the fact that Severin lived under the same dorm as this monster, he probably shouldn't get on his bad side.
"Alright. I'm done. So we're stopping by the mansion first?" Maybe they might have some sweets there? Severin can finish up his meal there too since that Cyril fellow was always appearing with food. ________________________ "The beauty of it is that literature never hits me if I misunderstand. "
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 10:14 pm
χσ¢нιqυєтzαℓ νση ∂єя вα¢н-χιqυι  xI'm more than happy in my candlelight
How strange, how strange.. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Xochiquetzal had skipped out on classes that morning. For one, she hadn't managed to catch Morgan outside the dorms that day, so she didn't exactly have a free ride and, secondly, she had seriously neglected her love. Xochiquetzal was a pathetic fiance, apparently, as she didn't even have much contact with her husband-to-be at all. If she wasn't getting kidnapped, then she was busy being a leader to her followers. She needed to set some time aside for her man and, thankfully, her parent's had just sent her a list of advice for winning the man's heart. She had with her a sac full of various equipment that could help her – a few bottles of paint, some paintbrushes, a large stack of drawings she had made that morning, and a notebook so she could record what she found out. She knew nothing of Abel, so she hoped to find at least some of his interests outside of his incest fetish.
The only problem was getting inside the dorms. She stood outside of it, staring at a window thoughtfully. Going through the front door seemed.. stupid. She would get caught and forced out. But, her ankle prevented her from going through the window like a good fiance would.. Oh, well, she had better try. She set her sac down and reached up, attempting to hoist herself through the slightly ajar window, but her tries were futile and.. rather painful as she managed to fall back to the ground in no time. She grunted and stayed put where she was at on the ground, letting out a sigh. Ahh.. Of all the times she had been carried out through a window, why was no one present to help her when she needed it..?▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ That you should come to my dominionxxxx
In the middle of the darkest night..xxxxx
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 10:40 pm
Peter.Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
"That was the most pathetic attempt at breaking and entering I've ever seen," Peter said from the tree where he was lurking. "You're...new at this aren't you?" Stretching and yawning loudly, he swung himself down--unfortunately using the branch he'd been sleeping in for the past few hours. The wood seemed to suddenly go soft and it cracked and sent him plummeting the short distance to the ground where he landed awkwardly on his neck with a rather disturbing crack.
He laid there for a long moment, half prone, with his arse up in the air, head twisted a little too far to the side as he stared up at Xochi with a foggy expression. One eye twitched slightly and he slowly pushed himself up. There was a slow crunching sound as he carefully twisted his head back to facing the right direction.
"Goddammit," he gurgled. "That thing just healed..."All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 11:48 pm
χσ¢нιqυєтzαℓ νση ∂єя вα¢н-χιqυι xI'm more than happy in my candlelight
How strange, how strange.. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ...Pathetic. Xochiquetzal frowned at the word being directed at her, but she was quickly distracted from such an insult when the man fell from the tree and.. broke his neck. That.. was very disturbing, but it had happened so quick that Xochiquetzal had hardly gotten past the pondering of how to interpret a random man falling from a tree next to her when he stood up and alleviated any upcoming panics of his probable demise. But, even so, she still recognized that he had broken his neck and, after looking into her eyes, had stood up again, very much alive.
She stood up carefully, sac in hand, “....I.. have brought you back to life..” That was the only conclusion. Her miracles knew no bounds! “...I believe you.. owe me, as your.. savior.. My first command.. is for you to aid me.. in entering this building.” She pointed to the dorm she had tried to get into earlier. She would ask him to take back what he said, but considering he had just been reborn as her follower, she supposed she could forgive him. Besides, she doubted he remembered his previous life.▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ That you should come to my dominionxxxx
In the middle of the darkest night..xxxxx
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 12:05 am
Peter.Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
Peter blinked owlishly at the strange girl and her weird assumption. Then he burst out laughing. He hadn't genuinely laughed in a long time but he laughed until he couldn't breath and tears were squeezing out of the corners of his eyes. Clutching his abdomen and panting for breath, he leaned against the tree and tried to make himself take a few wheezing breaths between laughs. "Oh...goodness. You're certainly a funny girl. Much funnier than the other girl I met..." He paused and studied Xochi's serious expression.
"Wait. Were you serious? You seriously thought that was you??" There was a slight pause and he burst out laughing again, this time just letting his legs give out so he could slide down the tree and sit on the ground until the laughter passed. All the girls in this school were just hilariously dumb. Definitely only good for cleaning and cooking.
The poor little idiot. He had no idea why she wanted in this building so badly but he had half a mind to help her just because she was clearly too stupid to figure out how to work the front door. After a few long moments, he managed to take some deep breaths and calm himself down, looking up at her with a dry grin.
"I hate to break it to you but I've been immune to death since before you were a gleam in some cheap tart's eye, Boobless. So you needn't try to take credit for that. Had nothing to do with you. And if you had enough power to raise the dead, frankly, I'd recommend putting that energy toward improving your figure than reviving some man you've never met." A small whee of laughter managed to escape again as Peter pulled himself to his feet. Crossing his arms, he nodding toward the dorm.
"So. Why are you so intent on getting in there? I mean, I could help. But you know...payment an all that. Hey, got any food on you?"All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 2:37 am
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 2:43 am
χσ¢нιqυєтzαℓ νση ∂єя вα¢н-χιqυι xI'm more than happy in my candlelight
How strange, how strange.. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Laughing. At. Her. Xochiquetzal's expression grew sour as she watched the man squirm about in delight at her claim. She wasn't sure how to take that reaction – not that she hadn't met with a heretic who found her funny rather than agitating, but she usually would have the option to simply dismiss him and go on her way. She had brought this man back to life for a reason, she knew it, and no matter how infuriating he was behaving, she needed to remain near him so she could complete her task.
She frowned at him until he finished his fit of laughter and resisted the urge to glance at her chest when he dubbed her as 'Boobless'. “I.. do not control what miracles I perform. That is.. for the Goddess to decide.” She said before she turned towards the dorms, crossing her arms. She swore that he had slipped in an insult of her mother during his speech, but she wasn't entirely certain and it wasn't as if it was her purpose to dabble in petty mortal fights.
“...I have food.” She answered after a brief pause of consideration, “If.. you were to get me inside, I.. may be inclined to.. share.” She refused to call it 'payment' though – it was him performing the actions the goddess designed him to do and her being generous afterward.▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ That you should come to my dominionxxxx
In the middle of the darkest night..xxxxx
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 3:03 am
Peter.Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
"Yeah, I'm thinking you don't control any miracles because you just don't actually have the power to create them," Peter said. "Then again, you do seem marginally brighter than than the girl I watched fall out of a tree the other day. And I only say marginally because you have food. Saying of which 'may' share it isn't good enough to warrant my helping you with anything."
"Will definitely share it, however, is a different story." Peter said. He didn't even ask what the food consisted of. It really didn't matter. He was hungry!
Of course, he could just pick her up and set her up in a high tree branch or something until she gave him the food but breaking into the dorm did seem fun as well. Besides, they probably had a kitchen. And possibly some nice silver he could steal. So all in all, it wasn't a bad deal to help her get in there.All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Young Master Oz Vessalius Crew
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 3:42 am
 Silveril Volce ________________________Silveril was in his coffin and was sleeping soundly. It was located in the middle of the basement in between all the fans and air conditioning. Inside of his coffin was even more colder than the basement because the material made from it was imbued with the power of the never melting ice so that it would never get hot. Not that Silveril ever perspired or did anything to make it hot in his coffin. However, he enjoyed the extra comfort form the coolness.
He didn't hear Vivian's voice since the coffin blocked it out and continued to sleep. He slept on his back, facing up towards the ceiling. His hands were always folded on his stomach. When sleeping, breathing was unnecessary for a vampire and they pretty much looked dead. ________________________
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