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 Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 8:55 am
"ENOUGH!!!" The scream echoed down the ghosts dorm rooms waking any late risers, or early night stalkers from their peaceful slumber. The cause of the scream? Sarias of course, after the Christmas play fiasco she had developed a name for screaming (such as her kin is suppose too) and was often blamed when things were yelled in the night...morning...after lunch, before it...well just any time really! But on this occasion she sounded really pissed off.
"I have had enough of your horrible games, you are a sick twisted little creature and i HATE YOU!" To the masses she could have been talking about any one of the students in the academy, but she had no time for them, not this morning. This morning she had Fred.
Her backside was the first to struggle out of the door, followed by a slated back and then arms that were pulling on something, something that didn't want to let go of the door frame. "LET GO! Let go you slimy horrible little AHHHHH!" It had listened to her. Falling back she smacked herself against the opposite wall, thank un-god there wasn't a student in sight as she lay haphazardly, a squiring bundle of tentacles in her arms.
From finding this creature down the girls communal locker room showers she had felt a kinship with it, it was a loner, abandoned, cast aside like last weeks homework assignment. She felt even sorry for it, but if anything she wanted to give it a good home. She regretted this almost instantly. And she knew only one other student who had a creature such as this, and if anything she could at least blame her for letting it breed and escape into the sewer system.
She was on a mission, a mission to find Maritess.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 9:07 am
Maritess had left the confines of the Undead Dorms in favor of working on her literature homework outside. Ideally, her room would have had far less distractions than where other students were milling about, chatting, or rushing to classes. Except she was in no mood to deal with the aggressive, gluttonous, but well-meaning purple tentacle. Already, she had to hide all her ribbons ( ;A; ) ever since Trixie ate her favorite strand. She didn't want to risk losing her homework to it.
What would Professor Alabaster say? She doubted he'd believe her if she told him her tentacle ate it should Trixie ever get a hold of her work.
She sighed and tried to focus on her homework, her wings flapping silently, keeping her aloft. There seemed to be a ruckus, which she tried to block out. And failed miserably at it because it isn't long before she finds herself trying to find the source of the disturbance.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 9:38 am
It was a blessing that Maritess didn't want to stay in her dorm room, Sarias had no desire to enter the undead sector, they smelled bad at the best of times, she squirmed at the idea of a whole bunch of them rotting away and imagined her to be she was still had to speak to her! She had heard down the scare-vine that she was one of the few with a creature like Fred, and since she had made more enemies than friends she was running out of aid. Hopefully she hadn't heard too much about Sarias already, and if she had then she could always threaten the help out of her!
Racing across the grounds she headed towards the Undead dorm rooms, the smell was hitting her already! She had seen glimpses of Maritess, a wing here, a strand of hair there, ribbons being the main give-away that she had been in an area moments before. But she had never really viewed her before, and what she saw was a surprise.
She wasn't the a gross decaying departed, but a type of vampire creature instead...at least she wouldn't smell.
"You...ghoul, i need you help. I hear you own a Mytrax? I feel you are to blame for the one that is currently residing in the toilet of my room!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 10:11 am
Maritess had seen the banshee approach and felt a little wary. She remembered seeing her in the audience during the school play. And the thought of that particular performance made Tess want to sink into the ground. No, Tess was not proud of the show, even if she had been proud to be in the cast initially. She wondered what the ghost was doing all the way here near the general vicinity of the Undead Dorms. Most students avoided the place because of the smell, something the winged vampire had grown used to but never completely.
Oh well, it wasn't any of her business, Tess assumed and went back to her reading. Until it became very obvious that the banshee was headed right for her. Before Tess could ask anything, the other ghoul mentioned Mytrax. Odd. Apart from Lizzy and a couple of other students, she didn't think anyone knew of the minipet.
"I own a Mytrix, actually," she corrected somewhat softly. Tess would undoubtedly have helped the banshee, although she was feeling somewhat reluctant about it, residual annoyance from the play perhaps? Or maybe it was because of the accusation the other ghoul had made. "What kind of help do you need from me?"
It was an honest question, as far as Tess was concerned. Mytraxes were generally sweet, docile things even if they preferred wet environments over dry ones. What could the problem be?
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 8:14 am
"Uhh, Mytrix, mytrax, its not important what is, is the horrible thing tearing up my room as we speak....i want you to tell me how to calm it....or kill it, the poison i use doesn't seem to work sadly". The banshee was stood hands on hips over shadowing the undead, she would have much preferred to grab her by the shoulders and lead her to a secluded spot to talk, but she had been warned by teachers to stop doing that. Reluctantly she had restrained herself this time.
She looked down at the ghoul and for a moment a look of hesitation flashed over her features. "...I wouldn't ask if it wasn't serious." she mumbled, fleetly looking around to see if anyone else was in ear shot to hear this pitiful plea.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 8:32 am
Tess stared. Did she hear her correctly? "Poison? Kill it?" While she understood the need to discipline unruly minipets, the thought of killing one outright made her hackles rise. "Please tell me you're just exaggerating what you want to do it." Her mouth was a grim line, leathery wings beating silently.
At the admission, Tess canted her head. If it was really serious, to the point that the other ghoul wanted to kill the minipet her mother had sent to her via scare package, then it was her responsibility.
"I don't know how much help I can be, but show me where it is," she sighed and packed her schoolwork. Clearly she wasn't going to get it done that moment.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 9:18 am
Exaggerating? Why would she exaggerate, the stupid deadly nightshade she was meant to have stolen from Professors Cadmus room turned out to be Frogs breath and now her room was not only trashed it smelt....bad...real bad.
"At this moment in time I will accept anyone's help, you just happen to be someone who owns one of these things, so don't get too big headed, your hair won't cope with the extra weight.." She signed for her to follow, her last sentence a mere whisper, she had to get the pent up hatred out some way, this was as good as it gets. tiny insults quietly, that was the key.
Leading her towards the Ghosts dorm building she looked over her shoulder as she watched the creature using its adapted way of walking, she was impressed. "My name is Sarias by the way, you've probably heard of me already." She stated mater of factly."I know yours, Maritess, you run the Freakuent Flyers club? Not that i would care for such things."
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 10:35 am
Crimson eyes widened at the insult about getting too big a head (because to the winged vampire, it suggested she had one to begin with), but Maritess kept her mouth shut, her lips pinching into a tight line. There were ghouls that spoke like Sarias back home and Tess had made it a point to avoid them. Deep breaths, Tess, maybe the other ghoul was just testy because of stress.
"It's rather difficult not to have heard of you," Tess responded with a smile that did not reach her eyes. "Even from the stage." No, Tess did not bother to mutter that beneath her breath. Let the ghost ghoul make of it however she wants. The manananggal didn't offer the ghoul the option of calling her by her nickname, deciding to keep things formal between them for the moment. "You would have to ask the captain if you wanted to join. I'm the manager and in charge of the logistics." There was a hint of having taken offense in Tess' voice. She put a lot of effort in getting the club approved and sending out all those FLY-ers.
Once they arrived at the dorms, Tess turned to Sarias, her arms folded across her chest, hugging her schoolwork protectively close. "So where's your room?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:51 am
Sarias smirked to herself but quickly waved a hand in apology. "I am sorry for the Christmas play fiasco, I was being bothered by some unsightly boil and I was still sore at the time for not being picked for the part of Jack. Although I would not changed what happen, that boil had it coming, it was not my intention to upset the show." And she did mean it, at the time it never crossed her mind, why would it, the show was terrible, she couldn't have made things worse. But if she was going to ruin the show it would have been a plan solely focused on ruining the show, not a side effect of the fight which commenced between her and the purple alien.
Half listening to the comment about the Flyer club she shrugged her shoulders. "I can not fly, I can hover, just. I feel it best to leave spaces for the students who will actually give time and dedication to it. I have better things to do with mine."
She motioned towards a door slightly ajar to the right of them. The ghost dorm reflected that of the other buildings, dark corridors, cob-webbed halls. Most doors had been sealed shut as the ghosts had no longer felt the need to have them. But Sarias had opted for her to be prised open for occasion such as this.
Pointing a long nailed finger into the room she gestured with the other hand, beckoning Maritess to follow. Opening the door further she was pleased to find the smell of the Frogs Breath had all but evaporated and there in the middle of her room was the creature. It had left the sanctuary of the bathroom (although why a ghost would need one Sarias would never know) and was currently wallowing in a large bucket of swamp water, its tentacles hitting out at anything in its reach, clawing at the wallpaper, leaving stains on the wooden floor. A trail of broken ornaments and ripped up clothes left scattered about as it emoted a loud hissing noise, bubbles foaming at its mouth in frustration.
"Yeah....he is behaving at the moment."
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 7:33 am
"I'm somewhat sore I tried out," Maritess sighed to herself, this was just her muttering. This was not her trying to provide any consolation to the banshee.
When they arrived at the ghoul's room, Tess wasn't sure of what to expect. She'd never heard of the docile squid being any trouble (it was why they were so popular back home) and only suspected Sarias was just exaggerating. Or looking for attention. But then the door was opened and Tess understood why the banshee had been so... well, had been the way she was.
"You don't have a Mytrax. You have a Mytrix. And you seem to have gotten a real nasty one," she clucked her long, straw-like tongue against the inside of her cheek. "I don't really know how to help you deal with it. Did you try kicking it?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 9:23 am
Sarias rolled her eyes at the ‘kicking’ comment, as if she would go straight to poisoning before trying more simple solutions!...wait I guess she would, but this time she had tried everything from tempting fish heads to screaming down its none-existence ears.
“Yes I have tried kicking” she said hurriedly, this was no time for stupid suggestions she needed real answers. She looked upon the creature currently snapping a study book in half, one she needed for a homework assignment that night and grimaced.
“I know I want it dead but….but I do like the beastie… on his good days mind you, but those happen less and less. I just don’t know what I am doing wrong.” (As if such an idea was ever visible) “Isn’t there anything you can suggest, water temperature, treats….pent up mating frustration?” Sarias had once read this could be the cause of horrendous wars and terrible emo songs.
She looked back at the un-dead, and swallowed her mannerisms and personality for a few seconds. “It would mean the dying world to me if you could help…please, I will forever be in your debt…ahem *cough* till winter solstice *cough*…”
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 5:06 am
Maritess was still sore about the big-head comment, she wasn't the sort who went around boasting about herself or her accomplishments. She didn't even like talking about herself too much, preferring to let others do the talking. So she couldn't help but be suspicious at the sudden "offer" of Sarias being in her debt should she manage to provide some help. But there again was the mention of wanting it dead. And that just made Tess' stomach figuratively clench in horror.
"Do you take it out for walks? Mytraxes have a more sedentary lifestyle, mytrixes need to move about," she carefully flew towards the purple tentacle. While her own would never harm her, she couldn't say the same about someone else's. She wondered if it has properly bonded with Sarias, yet. "And how do you show it affection on its good days?" She reached out towards the purple tentacle, slowly, giving it a small smile to show she meant it no harm.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 8:02 am
Sarias mentioned no more of her unconventional debt mention, she instead watched as the un-dead flew to where the mytrix was throwing another uncalled for thromby. Although it didn’t attack her when she showed her hand for peace it didn’t exactly welcome her either, emitted a further untrusting squeal as bubbles reached the surface of the swamp bucket.
"Walking it? How, pry tell, would I do that! It’s a water creature; surly it would shrivel up and die out in the air for too long? If it has to die I would rather it be by my hand than mother natures." She listened to the rest of Maritess advice, grimacing at the word affection.
"Why would I ever do that? Does trying not to poison it count for affection? Some days I am too busy with homework to try."
Although she did feel she had a point. Her other pet was a gremlurk and sometimes, when no one was looking and she made death threats that if it ever repeated anything that happened within these four walls death would be sweet release for it. She would pet him...softly.
"How do you show yours? Do you drag it about in the sunlight until it dies too?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 9:05 am
Maritess pulled her hand back at the reaction she got from the purple tentacle. She wasn't going to risk losing a finger, or worse, her whole arm to it. In fact, she flew backwards, away from the minipet and back to Sarias' side. Or as close to the banshee as she felt comfortable, which at that moment wasn't a lot so let's say it was a "professional" distance, neither too close nor too far.
"It has tentacles," Maritess pointed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "They mature in water, yes, but they're just as capable of walking on dry land. You'd need a leash for it, though. They can move quite fast despite their appearance to the contrary." She spoke slowly as she explained what these things were capable of. Tess was already worried for the thing's safety as it was and the more Sarias talked, the worry was slowly turning into alarm.
"It's a good thing these things are a hardy bunch," she frowned, showing her disapproval of Sarias' treatment. "Do you always try to poison it even if it doesn't do anything bad? Maybe it's just confused about what it can or can't do. Or it wants a hug. Or attention. Or it's rebelling against your mistreatment."
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 7:49 am
Sarias watched with fascination at how close the undead got, Sarias couldn’t even get that near without a tentacle wrapped round her head trying to eat her non-existent fleshy brains (but she hadn’t told Fred that, it was funny watching him struggle for it)
She had never thought of it being a land based creature; she had assumed tentacles meant water based what ever the species. That’s why she had always had a bucket of swamp water ready for that purple alien; she looked so dried out not being in her nature habitat, she was going to correct that soon enough.
She pondered on the question Maritess had shot at her; she didn’t quite get what she was getting at. She had always treated animals, inanimate objects and students in the same way. To find a weakness, to exploit it, and then if it ever did wish her harm she could easily dispose of them. The Maytrix was proving difficult, anything she did to it, it bounced back from. It healed with ease, it ejected any poison she gave it, she had even tried to bat it across the room but her lamp shade was easily broken into by a whip of the fleshy tendril. If anything this beastie had succeeded in surviving everything she had thrown at it, everything…then it clicked.
“Oh un-dead lord your right! This creature is amazing!” Whether or not this shock statement effected the undead was lost on Sarias as she gingerly went over to the Maytrix, full of purpose brimming with…smiles!?
“I have never owned something that has been able to withstand an onslaught such as the one I have betrayed on to him. I really mean it, there was things I did that would make you cry at the thought! And he….he just took it and then still had the energy to attack me back!” Sarias quickly grabbed a bucket of decaying fish heads from a corner and crouching near (but out of tentacle range) started to throw the pieces up and towards the tub Fred was stationed in. With voracity born of mistreatment it shredded the heads in piranha like fashion barley touching the sides.
“Haha! Did you see that? What anger, what menace! I shall train him up to be a killing machine!!” Running back over to the un-dead she grabbed her hands quickly, spinning her as if they were performing some twisted dance.
“Ha! Tell who ever sent you those rapturous beast that Sarias Blacksling thanks them from the bottom of her dead heart. And you.” She stopped looking the Maritess up and down, this undead who did not smell, who wasn’t stupid or bumbling, but intelligent and polite, graceful and swift.
“And for you…well…your not as terrible as I first thought. Your kind are obviously an intelligent species. I believe it will do me well to listen to your advice from now on…and…I guess I am in your debt like I stated before.”
A grin had spread to Sarias features as she continued to hold on to her hands, was the grip a little too tight? Her smile twisted her stitches haphazardly as she leaned towards the un dead.
“We will be seeing much more of each other from now on.”
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