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 Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 2:20 am
The fad swept through the school like wildfire: groanspring. It was a simple fright on the web where both those that signed up and anonymous spooks could ask each other questions. Since he didn't sleep, Merope was on it watching the exchange between a certain Siren and Mindflayer when the word went out: Cthulhu was on the loose and headed for the Undead dorm.It wasn't like he had anything better to do. Would it have been better if he didn't get himself involved? Maybe. The undead boil stared at the book Riley's unhelpful minipet shoved into his face, trying to peer around it in order to look at the screen. "Look," he told it, "I can't read it when you're trying to shove it up my nose, and -- hey! Stop it! I'm trying to look around you. You know what? Fine. FINE! Stop trying to hex me and hold it still and I'll read another blasted page." The boil hoped Riley was coming soon. He had already been forced to skim and read most of her diary already. He glanced towards the door to his room, propped open to allow Riley to find him easier. Hopefully her minipet wouldn't try to make a break for it when she finally showed up...
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 2:35 am
Somewhere along the line, Riley had dropped one of her brains.
Yet here she was, skidding through the undead dorms, carrying at least one of the two frozen brains she had brought to try and lure the Cthulhu away. The other seemed to have been left on the floor of the entryway of the undead dorms, where someone could easily slip on. This was the last thing on her mind as she searched for Merope's dormroom. She sent one last response to him on his groanspring through her eyephone, before putting the device away and skimming the doors.
She had run down the length of the hallway, just barely hearing the skittering of feet on the floor above - that had BETTER be Christof or Israfel searching too - when she saw one of the doors propped open. She moved towards it, and listened in - sure enough, the telltale screeching of her Cthulhu could be heard from inside.
Oh thank Jack. She huffed out to herself, before knocking on the door and pushing it open. Hello? I've come for the - CAM, STOP IT! She didn't mean to yell, but she couldn't help but notice that her Cthulhu was holding her diary open in front of Merope's face, and the boils eyes were on the pages. She flushed a terrible shade of purple and dropped the brain on the floor. The squishy thud caught her Cthulhu's attention, but it did not stop trying to make Merope read.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 2:41 am
The minipet liked to screech and assault the boy with his tentacles if he wasn't doing what he wanted him to, which made looking up to make sure it really was Riley difficult. It seemed to be her, though -- tentacles? Check. Purple? Check. He didn't hear anything, but did he just get the impression that she yelled at the minipet?
"Oh, hey." Merope raised a hand and waved it in Riley's general direction in greeting. "Are you Riley? If this is your pet, I'd really really really really really appreciate it if you, uh, took your pet. I insist. Really! Why do you demons insist on tor- Hey! I wasn't done reading the page yet! I can't read that fast!" The boil protested, glaring at Cal.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 2:47 am
All of Riley's tentacles cringed just slightly when he complained that he hadn't finished reading a page. Without much else to say, she immediately began emitting a high pitched sound through Cthulhu's mind, making it shudder and fall limp in Merope's arms. She moved in quickly, scooping up the Cthulhu in one hand and snatching the book in another. Unfortunately, she couldn't speak to Merope while doing this, so she suddenly felt a little helpless. She nodded to his question, but touched the book to her head to (hopefully) indicate that she couldn't speak right now, and gestured loosely around the room before holding up the Cthulhu. Her gestures intended to request if he had some kind of container for her Cthulhu, like a box or a cage, but they were vague could be easily misinterpreted. Nevertheless, she was not letting Cam free until he was secure. She would resort to writing notes if she had to.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 3:01 am
"THANK YOU," the boil gasped as the book was snatched up. Immediately he rubbed his eyes as if to rid himself of the memory. The poetic, flowery words that gushed on and on and on... Did he just whimper and shudder?
The boil stood up from his chair as Riley tapped the bookd to her head, earning a quizzical look from him. What was she doing? She was looking around... oh no. Nonono. She was NOT going to leave it here! NO!
The boil ran over towards his bed and grabbed his treasure chest, opening it before kicking it over. An assortment of treasure (mostly silver) spilled out and onto the floor: his horde. Or part of it. Either way, the boil picked it open and shook everything out, looking in and making sure bits were out before offering it to Riley. "In here! Put it in. I'd like to have this bac- actually no, you can keep it. Just don't leave it here, okay?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 3:17 am
Riley watched Merope as he emptied a chest, and sighed with relief when it seemed that he had somewhat understood what she was asking for. When he held the chest out, Riley dumped the Cthulhu into it, closed the chest cover, and plucked it out of his hands. She then put it down on the floor, and sat on it. Then, and ONLY then, did she finally stop emitting to the Cthulhu, who immediately began banging at the walls of the chest to try and get out.
No, thank you. She breathed out in a thought that was directed at Merope, bouncing slightly as Cthulhu's rage made the chest jump underneath her. She ignored the jolt, and held the book close to her chest. Her cheeks retained the same dark purple blush, but she had to ask. Looking up at him with a worried expression, she murmured, You, uh.. you didn't read much, hopefully?
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 3:31 am
Merope sighed with relief as the minipet terror went into the treasure chest. The rumors of what it did in the demon dorm appeared to be true, then -- it was good that it was contained. He knelt down and picked up a handful of his coin collection, tossing it up and into a tank that took up the back half of the room. Several minipets rose from the bottom of the tank to peer out the glass side before settling back down, only to rise up again as Cal began to bang on the treasure chest's insides.
Riley's thought-question made him freeze and hope that he was just imagining she asked that. He didn't want to tell her that he read a good portion of it thanks to Cthulhu's insistence. "IIIIIIIdon'treallywanttoanswerthat," he admitted quickly, scooping up another handful of his horde and tossing it into the tank. It was the best place he could think of to place them until he scored another treasure chest. Not to mention the treasure did look rather nice underwater...
"But otherwise, ah, your minipet seemed all too happy to share it with the first person he saw. I'm just going to work on forgetting as much as I can, okay?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 3:41 am
Riley's heart sank into her chest, and she slumped visibly. Oh. She whispered out, Well. I'd appreciate that. Her cheeks had turned such a dark shade of purple, they began to look like shadows under her eyes.
Without really thinking things through, she blinked up at him and attempted an explanation. That's not what I'm normally like. It was just a weird day. Days.. week. It's just been strange lately. Don't take any of that to heart. One would think that her diary had been filled with sick, twisted things, but she wouldn't have been embarrassed if that had been the case. No, it was the sweet, tender admissions of a smitten teenager that had her writhing in agony. It was horrifying. She made a mental note to burn the book as soon as possible.
Merope, right? She'd only seen his name a dozen times on her screen today. I'm.. really sorry you had to deal with that. My Cthulhu's been out of control lately. I took it to training.. She shook her head in disappointment. But it hasn't been helping much. I will do my best to make sure this never happens again, I promise.
She looked down at her makeshift seat, which had stopped jolting, but now was letting out a grumbling, angry sound. And I'll wash this and get it back to you, as well. Don't you worry.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 3:51 am
Merope stared at Riley, the gears starting to click into place. Wasn't she the one that went around, mounted on a dragon? And apparently was going around mounting others? Was she could to mount him? He hoped not, and was now very glad he didn't sleep. All he did was zone out, so being haunted by nightmares wasn't a possibility tonight. "I don't think I can take any of it to any of my hearts."
At his name, his eyes flickered before he nodded. "Yeah, I'm Merope. Nice to meet you, and I think I saw you in mini training class -- I was one of the undead behind the shoerack." This was said with a bit of pride.
"Um. Yeeeah, I heard about what your mini did in the demon dorms?" He ventured, "I think you can keep the treasure chest. Really. Besides, it might help to maybe fill it up with water as a sort of pool? Maybe?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 4:10 am
Riley hadn't really seen the group behind the shoe rack, but she nodded regardless. Her blush returned when he mentioned the demon dorm incident.
Mm. Yeah. Cam isn't welcome anywhere, at this point. It's behavior is atrocious.
Her eyes fell on the treasure chest, and suddenly she was envisioning it filled with water, holding a sleeping Cthulhu deep within it. Her eyes widened slightly, and lifted to Merope. You know.. you might have something there. Perhaps it's acting out so much due to it's living environment. I'm going to take this chest and set it up just so. If that works.. Her eyes formed crescents. I'll have to come back and thank you in some way.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 4:29 am
"Good thing there's that professor then?" Merope suggested with a grin, gesturing to the treasure chest-seat before tossing another handful of his treasure into the tank. Ugggh, he needed to get this cleaned up before Cyr's goldsenses kicked in and she came in to relocate HIS treasure. Ugggggh! Ghouls! Maybe he should run the risk of angry minipets and let his Wrathalos run around?
Riley's thoughts made the boy stop and stare. "Wait," he began, "You mean you don't have any dark watery place for a creature of the deep?!" He openly gaped at her, shocked. "I. What. I thought..."
The boil facepalmed. "Oooh boy. My clan has some elder gods that look sorta like him but on a much larger scale next door. If they're similar, well, first try regular water. If he doesn't like that, add salt water. Otherwise, have a lot of towel just in case it gets knocked over."
A thought occurred to the boil, and he grinned, "Look at it this way: if he runs off with your diary again and tries to hide in there? Then no one will be able to read it!" Thank Jack for that.
"And, uh, no thanks is needed. Really. I'm swell."
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 1:35 pm
Of all the dorm rooms in all of the campus, Cthulhu must have somehow sensed that this was the right one. Riley looked openly impressed with Merope's information, and shuffled his place in her internal listing. He was very helpful, indeed. Merope, you have given me the greatest gift I could ever ask for, with this information. There is no way I would go without repaying that to you in kind.
She reached down and locked the chest, now that the Cthulhu had stopped banging against it's sides. In a fluid motion she stood, and walked the few steps to stand in front of the boil. Her eyes were shaped like crescents, clearly pleased. With a quiet, silken 'voice', she continued.
You don't have to think of anything right now. But at some point, you'll want something. You'll need something. Hopefully, I can help you get it. Just keep that in mind.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 6:15 pm
He still wasn't used to how she spoke. It felt as if he was making up her side of the conversation, making him second-guess what he should say or do next. He tried to wave her off again, "Nono, it's okay. I don't need anything."
And then she came closer. His fins pressed against his side as she came Much Too Close for Comfort. It was both a pity and a good thing that it was so late at night: a pity since no one would come help him, and a good thing others couldn't see. How many would be envious of Merope's current situation?
Putting up his hands to try and place them between him and her would make it look as if he wanted to cop a feel -- a realization that Merope came to belatedly as he quickly shoved both hands into his pockets. "Y-yeah. I'll keep you in mind," he replied.
"Can you do me a favor, though? Um. Look, I don't mean this to come off bad, but please don't write about me in your diary. Ever."
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:42 pm
Riley stared at Merope for a full second, before her hand came up and she slapped her forehead. I thought you said you were going to forget you read that! She whined, her eyes pleading as they stared down at him. I don't write that about everyone I meet! It's only the one - look, just don't worry about that! I don't feel that way about you, so obviously I won't be writing about you in my diary. Now you come through on your part of the bargain, and forget you ever read any of that. This includes never mentioning it.. to anyone.. ever.
Her voice took on a slightly quieter tone as she muttered in embarrassment. Especially no one living in this dorm. Her brows furrowed, looking pitiful. Please?
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 10:04 pm
"I'm trying to!" Merope protested, "But it's not like I can easily forget that! No one could." It was a good thing that he did not know who the particular person Riley gushed about was or what they looked like. If he did, Merope would have had a hard time looking at them the same way. Or at least look at them with a straight half-face.
Merope shook himself, "Have you considered getting a lock on your diary?" He asked, "That way if it happens again..."
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