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 Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 8:09 am
Amrita never claimed to be remotely smart. In fact, most of her actions suggested she was far from it; so it shouldn't have surprised anyone that she somehow managed to make plans with a complete stranger over groanspring and think nothing of it. Apparently she was that excited over being able to eat with her hands and not get in trouble for it!
Their plans were to meet at the entrance to the maul, since it would be somewhat easier to spot one another when it wasn't a crowded cafeteria. It never occured to her that she only had a little display picture from the website to go by; one that suggested the boil she was going to meet had a triangle head and a very big knife. Oh well, she was sure it would work out! Things usually did.
Thankfully she arrived at least on time thanks to several written notes to herself all over her room (though the one she stuck to her Death Charm ended up being burnt beyond reading); and perhaps thanks to Livi's constant badgering she had decided against wearing her usual yellow Sari to instead wear her other dress, which she usually only wore to etiquette class.
The little Vetala looked around, looking for anyone that could potentially be her fellow finger food preferring groanspring buddy.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 6:22 am
Fortunately for the undead girl, Ash stuck out like a sore thumb. He could have gone without his traditional helm and weapon, but he felt naked enough in class without the helm. So he stood, stock still, at the front of the maul. He was in his out of class outfit, with his less intricate helm. This one was more suited to knocking about around town, as this helm was easily replaceable, unlike the one given to him by his parents.
Ash leaned on his sword, watching the feet of other people moving by him, looking for an oddly backwards pair amongst the crowd. He had only written a single note to remind himself, only Hisstofer had fished it out of his pocket and ingested the thing-- fortunately, it seemed that his memory was a little better than Amrita's.
Or maybe his schedule was a bit more barren, seeing how he wasn't...anti-social, per say, just not very accustomed to going out and about.
Social life, what's that?
Nonetheless, he saw and heard a shuffle that was out of the ordinary (not tentacles sliding against the ground, no swish of a tail, no beating of wings) and raised his head a little, widening his line of sight.
He recognized her from her Groanspring picture-- she was ...
Absolutely tiny. Precious, even.
His voice reverberated from inside his helm, his amusement nearly audible. "Hello, Amrita. Pleased to meet you."
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 8:10 am
If there was one thing groanspring couldn't prepare you for, it was the height of a person.
When Amrita heard her name and looked over, her gaze landing on an abdomen first...and when she tried to look up at the boil who called out to her, she seemed to look up forever. Jack be damned, did this person ever end?! Finally, she saw a triangle helmet. Finally. So...this was the boil she'd talked to on groanspring? Woooow just...wow! He had to be twice her height, at least! ...Though, admittedly, standing at about 3'11 made that fairly easy. Just...wow. Tall! She made a mental note to ask Malodore and Christof to make her new body a little taller - not that tall, but taller.
"...Oh! Uhhh..." She shook her head a bit, clearing it of the obsession she had with his height, and recalled what it was polite to do when meeting someone. "A-Ashford, um, right? Hi! I'm, uh, Amrita but...you already knew that so..." There was a little pause and she went back to just staring up at him, her single eye wide and her mouth slightly open.
"You're tall." She exclaimed breathlessly, unable to really stop the words from getting out.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 5:45 am
Ashford glanced down at the girl, blinking languidly under his helm. He did his best to refrain from laughing, as the echo it caused around his head was quite a ruckus.
"Good afternoon," he said, extending a large, white gloved hand. He'd donned a fresh pair of latex gloves before setting out, the powdery feeling still fresh on his fingertips.
"So I have been told. I still don't compare to G, by any means," he said, taking in her smaller form. Fortunately, with their height difference, he could actually see her underneath his helm.
"I believe that we have an adventure to embark upon, with the destination being the food court. Preferably, the conquest's reward will be pizza. Shall we go?" There was amusement in his voice-- not quite pleasant, but rather close for a Pyramid Head.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 8:22 pm
Well, he seemed nice enough...but really, really creepy. Her gaze extended down the long arm to stare at the gloved hand for a moment, and then reached out to grasp it awkwardly with one of her backwards ones, the position of her twisted thumb making it feel similar to shaking hands with yourself. Soon she let go, flexing her fingers before dropping her hand to her side.
"...G is pretty big." Amrita agreed in a thoughtful tone, trying her best to imagine the giant creature. He was more like a big green puppy though, whereas Ashford was...quite scary. It was probably the way his voice echoed in that helm of his. It took her a moment to understand what he was saying to her; there were a lot of big words in there...but eventually she got the gist of it, and decided it meant 'Lets go eat pizza'.
"O-okay!" Turning on her toes, she pulled open the maul doors and slowly lead the way to the food court, not really sure what to say to a strange boil that was at least twice her size. Well, other than a curious: "Do you always wear that?" Which she did ask out loud, gesturing to the helm; luckily, her height gave her a little glimpse of a face underneath, but she could have been seeing things.
When they got to the food court, she made her way towards the pizza place. "...Uhmm...What kind did you mention, agaain?"
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