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 Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 4:22 am
It'd been a few days since their return from the Christmas Town raid. When Cyrilla had returned to her room, her fafnir's had greeted her... with a lovely mess of her pile strewn everywhere. The upside to that episode was coming across a healthy, happy little weregerbil sleeping in a jewelry box. It had seemed that Twitch was doing perfectly well after his stint in the infirmary, and it'd saved her trying to track him down to see if he was alright.
Of course, this had led the dracolich to recall the others that she and Twitch had been with on the car. That one boy had looked sick enough to begin with, and the other dracolich had, well, he'd kept her out of the infirmary, saddling himself with that bit of unfortunate mess. She still felt guilty over that. As it stood, she hadn't seen him in the halls since their return and, for all she knew, he may not even be in the school.
These thoughts rolled through Cyrilla's mind as she wandered the halls towards Merope's room. At least he was one of the easily consistent things she had to deal with these days. For as much as anyone could really call anything Merope did as consistent. Unless you wanted to count him being consistently in trouble and up to no good. Her life had become infinitely more exciting since his dramatic return from the depths. Not to mention, she seemed to find more things in her pile of treasure whenever she returned from one of their outings. Merope seemed to prefer to call them 'adventures'.
Star, one of Cyrilla's fafnir's, was curled up against the thick gold chains that hung around her neck. It's little head picked up as they approached the boil's door, and it let out a little chirp. Cyrilla rapped on the boil's door, and patted Star's head. Star had... come across a rather unfortunate event last time he'd come along to Merope's room, having found himself stuffed into a small box and been left there for two days before it was even noticed that he was missing (Cyr had payed dearly for that one later on).
"Look, just don't get off me this time to chase his pets around and you won't have to worry about it." the colchian dragon assured the little guy before turning back to the door.
"Mer? You in there?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 4:37 am
"Naw! I'm a fruitcake demon playing dressup, go away! Psh! 'Course I am, door's open!" Merope back to the door as he stretched out. His room was based off of the standard Undead fair: concrete walls, concrete walls, cold air. Nothing special, even the stairs leading down from his dorm room weren't anything to write home about. At least it seemed that way, once upon a time.
Even though one wall has a sheet of ice over it, the rest of the room seems to be in the middle of rennovation. The uniced walls were slowly being covered by twisted old mis-matching planks of wood framing posters of various sea monsters attacking and sinking ships on stormy nights. The back half of the room was dominated by a large fish tank complete with a ladder leading up and into it. His bed, perhaps? Most likely -- the seaweed within was in disarray, and a few aquatic minipets looked up curiously before curling up again.
In front of the tank were several piles of miscelaneous things covered by the bedsheets issued by Amitville. Merope was currently laying on one -- it was apparent that these impromptu beanbag chairs were made out of anything and everything, given the stray sock that belonged to another sock-wearing student that was quickly shoved under the sheet by the undead boil.
All in all, it was clear that someone had a thing for pirates. "Heeey Cyr!" Merope greeted, waving to her upside down from his position. "C'mon in! Dude, Aymet -- AYMET HEY hit the pause yo! Aymet, this is Cyr. Cyr, this is Aymet and the dude next door who's room iced over the wall between our rooms. His soul eaters drove him out again and ate a hexbox controller. Don't suppose you've got a spare...?"
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