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 Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 11:44 am
There was a figure hovering in front of the Reaper Dorms. She'd been waiting for some time, anxiously pacing back and forth as if uncertain whether she should even be there right now. Maritess was looking for one Reaper in particular, namely the one her friend Lizzy referred to as Puppy, though the undead ghoul would be addressing him as something else. It only sounded proper since she wasn't all that familiar with him, not to mention she was here on business.
Ever since spending time in Lizzy's room to play with her Skintendo DS, she'd been meaning to get one of her own. Rather than going to the Maul, though, she opted to go through a less obvious route to get one. Knowing her parents and that interfering busy-handy Esmerelda, she wouldn't be allowed to go without a chaperone.
In the legless equivalent of pacing, she continued to wait for Mac. Only now thinking maybe she should have sent him a note ahead of time. But she didn't even know his full name, let alone what dorm room he was staying in. So she figured she'd hope for the best and tough it out. Surely he'd be by soon enough.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 11:02 pm
Sadly, Tess would be waiting there a while.
But when Mac did finally emerge, he did so with a yawn and a rub of his eye that suggested he'd woken up not too long ago. He finished a full bodied stretch by fixing the hat on his head - somehow not disturbing the whip-poor-will bird that perched there - and took a look around. A slightly hazy day as always, as good as it ever got in Halloweentown...and oho, what's this? An undead ghoul hovering outside of the Reaper Dorms? Interesting! The dorms were too out of the way to be a coincidence...maybe she was looking for someone? ...Even more interesting was the fact she seemed to have no lower half. Curiouser and Curiouser!
The dull look that had been in his pure black eyes seemed to disappear and Mac, who had no mind to remember the faces of aquaintences, wandered over to the supposedly lost ghoul whom he was pretty sure he'd never met before.
"Yo." He greeted with a smile, moving to fold his arms behind his head while still managing to not disturb the grumpy looking bird on his hat. "Lookin for someone? Need some help?" Not for free, of course.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 9:59 am
By the time the Reaper boil had come out of the dorms, Tess had taken a break or two (or five) from her pacing. Of course, she'd also managed to convince herself that in each brief instance she took a moment to rest, work on homework, and rehearse what she wanted to ask, the person she wanted to talk to had come and gone. Needless to say, she was restless and had practically worked herself into a conniption.
When Mac addressed her, Tess was torn (figuratively) on how to feel. On the one hand, her reason for being here had finally showed up. On the other, she'd been waiting a jacking long time. Not wanting to make a bad first impression (or second, they did technically meet when they all returned from that wretched, traumatizing field trip), she coughed and smoothed her blouse, "Actually, I was looking for you. You're pu-erm, that Reaper-boil Lizzy knows. I heard in the scarevine that you might know of a way to procure," she made a cursory glance at their surroundings, suddenly wary as she leaned in close to whisper, "Gaming consoles." She immediately straightened and was openly projecting what she hoped was the image of utter professionalism. Which, actually looked more like a cross between a grimace and an unamused stare.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 7:49 pm
Mac raised a brow, watching the half-ghoul fidget in a rather 'proper' way, and nearly twitched when he thought he heard the first syllable of his hated nickname from her lips. No - No wya, there was no way she was about to call him that. She was just mixing up his name, stumbling over words. That's all it was. For Lizzy's sake, that better have been all it was. A great number of things ran through his mind as she started to act secretive and sneaky, right down to the way she said he could procure something.
Understandably, his thoughts went straight into the gutter, and he had to wonder what sort of ghoul this was and what made her think she could get---
Wait.
Gaming Consoles?!
The green-clad Reaper froze, his jaw slacking into an expression of utter disbelief. All this waiting and secrecy over...Over...Hah. He snorted, his shoulders shaking, and then--
"...HAAAHAHAAAAA" Mac burst out laughing, one arm moving to wrap over his stomach while the other one moved to curl in front of his mouth. "Pffftaaahaha...Oh man, lady, that was...wow." Snerking, he managed to get himself under control and, finally deciding to play along, turned slightly to offer his arm to her.
"B-but yeah." He couldn't stop the chuckling amusement in his voice. "I know how to, uh, procure them." Grinning, he tilted his head a bit. "It all depends on what you have to offer~" He didn't like giving his things away for free, of course.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:34 am
Maritess was visibly startled by the reaper-boil's laughter, her already knitted eyebrows furrowing even further while her arms defensively folded across her chest. She did not see what was so funny and she clearly did not like being laughed at.
"I don't see what's so amusing," she frowned, her tone cold. It would have been colder and coupled with a glare of utterly open-outrage if it weren't for the fact she still needed his help. Business first, dealing with slights against one's self later. At the proffered arm, Tess shook her head, "I am prepared to pay with pumpkin seeds, for the console and an additional percentage of the price for your efforts." She would have also offered him a "helping" hand or two (or five, Jack damn it where was Esme pulling all of these boxes from!?) but right now she didn't want to seem too eager.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 11:12 pm
"How could you not? They're just consoles, it's not like it's hardcore porn or anything." Mac replied with a chuckle, still fighting to not completely lose it like he had bfore. When she refused his arm, the Reaper shrugged and turned towards the dorm doors anyway, at least holding them open for her to enter. It would be rude to slight a 'customer' any more than he already had, after all!
"What console did you have in mind? Handheld or the bigger ones?" His question of course, was followed shortly by a list of what he had, all while leading her up to his room. Normally he would have made a joke or two about it, but this ghoul clearly had issues and...well, he didn't want to lose out on some pumpkin seeds! "I have...ScareStation 3, Scarestation Portable, Eii, HeXBoX and DS...you're on your own for games for the most part though." For now he was taking the trek up the stairs an easy paced one; he was in no rush.
"And how much are you offering for it?"
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 5:06 am
Crimson eyes grew saucer-wide as the undead's equivalent for a blush appeared on Maritess' cheeks. That this boil had the nerve to even suggest she would-would- "I was not going to ask for something as improper as smut!" She hissed heatedly as she flew into the reaper dorms after him. And while she knew she was going to regret ever asking the next question that came out of her mouth, the words still slipped past her lips, "B-but do you know a way of procuring said, um, you know what, never mind! LET US INSTEAD DISCUSS THE PROCUREMENT OF THESE CONSOLES!!" she loudly declared while the blush deepened even more. Where and how did Lizzy ever meet someone like him?
Her wings were flapping harder now, a clear indication of her agitation. She definitely wanted the change in subject, "I'm interested in acquiring two consoles, one being the DS and the other being the Eii, as suggested by most of our peers on Groanspring." She hastily whispered a figure of pumpkin seeds to the reaper boil, one that was easily twice the combined total of both systems. Tess had a vague idea these things were expensive but she was definitely overpricing. "W-would ten percent of that be enough for your services?" She asked in complete seriousness.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 11:17 pm
Mac was chuckling again, if only because this ghoul insisted on keeping up the whole prim-and-proper way of life. It was adorable! Despite all of her glaring and blushing and verbally chastising him, he liked this ghoul. She was fun...and not a demon. Definitely a plus. He fought really, really hard to not burst out laughing when she almost took him up on the mention of porn. Dear lord where was this ghoul dug up?! Grinning like a cheshire he waved his hand, pretending to brush off the subject of smut, though he was far from erasing it from his mind. Then, she whispered the figure to him.
He stumbled.
If anyone asked, he tripped over his own boot momentarily.
"..." Wow. That number figure was...definitely more than he was expecting! That sound easily get him...just, unholy jack! Though, now it made clear sense where the ghoul's personality came from; she was clearly from a higher class, especially now that she'd offered that much for the consoles. The stunned look was evident on his face, but he did his best to shake it off.
"That'll do~" He agreed a little breathlessly, to both the number and the 'commission' on top of that. With a final shake of his head he managed to throw off his staggered moment, stopping in front of a door clearly labeled as '541'.
"And, 'cause you look like a good ghoul~" The green-clad Reaper made a show of looking around, before leaning in a little to whisper as she had. "I'll find two of the smuttiest books I can get for ya, free of charge." There. She'd thrown him off, hopefully that would throw her off. His grin returning full force, Mac opened the door to his dorm room, and graciously offered Maritess to go in first.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:36 am
Tess only spared Mac a cursory glance when he stumbled. She didn't really care if he hurt himself, it wasn't out of any genuine concern for his well-being. She just wanted to make sure any injury sustained wouldn't jeopardize their deal, which they would be finalizing soon. At his "generous" offer, Maritess froze.
And nearly fell to the floor as a result.
Leather wings frantically flapped to get her airborne again while her hands balled into tight fists. She rounded on him, uncaring if she was in his personal space and he in hers. "Two things. First," she began, crimson eyes boring holes into his face as she raised one pale finger up, "I do not and will never own such filthy things. If you insist on including those... items of literature in my purchase you will keep them in your premises. I have little to no privacy as it is. The last thing I want is to have my parents catch wind of their existence, have them fly into a rage, and cut me off. Or worse. Cut me up and serve me to the sigbins," the grave tone in her voice indicated her parents were not above doing that to their daughter.
"Second," another finger joined the first, "You do not breathe a word of this to anyone. Especially Lizzy," she hissed. There was a wild look in her eyes. One that suggested a multitude of suppressed emotional baggage that the winged ghoul would be unleashing on Mac if he ever did. What exactly that entailed, well, Tess herself wouldn't know. She'd done a fantastic job bottling everything inside up to now.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:04 am
Mac was at least glad she wasn't the only one to make some scareling nearly hit the ground today. When she rounded on him, he leaned his torso back a little, his head craning just enough to avoid an accidental hit from a too-enthusiastic gesture; granted it was not far enough to avoid it completely should she actually strike him. Jack, he hoped she didn't actually strike him.
The Reaper let the ghoul rant on, but despite every threat and every mention of the unspeakable horrors that would befall her should the knowledge of this particular transaction get into the possession of her parents, all he heard was; 'I can't bring them home, but you should keep them for me'. So, even though all the ranting and raving, Mac was back to grinning practically from ear to ear. When she was finished, he reached up and covered her small hand with his, just long enough to lower it from his eye level before releasing it.
"Got it. So I'll just keep them here and you can come 'study' with me." It was a gracious offer, and everything in the way he said it suggested he was having way too much fun with this; apparently playing on the fragile sensibilities of the repressed was fun to him, at least it was when she was involved.
"Why would I bother telling Lizzy? It's not like we're good friends or anything." Rolling his black eyes, he gestured into the open room again, clearly waiting for her to go first. The room itself was an utter mess; maps with thumbtacks covering an entire wall, clothes strewn everywhere, sleeping scareon kits littering the desk, bed, windowsill and floor (apparently, his Mama Scareon brought the entire herd back, amounting to a good ten kits), and odd, seemingly random items everywhere in between, up to an including a fake pirate chest and toy sword.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 11:58 pm
Mac needn't worry about any show of violence from Tess. Not unless she had a slipper in her hand. Given her lack of legs he was safe from her having her weapon of choice any time soon because she wasn't about to touch anything of his. What sort of improper ghoul does he think she is? Though it became obvious to Tess that the reaper wasn't taking her or her threats seriously, as evidenced by that grin of his.
Her mouth gaped open then closed, much akin to a fish gasping for air, when he made his most gracious offer regarding the books. A conniption. Tess was having one. Thankfully it left her speechless from shock and disbelief and in dire need of a different topic.
"Th-that is good! Because Lizzy shouldn't ever be exposed to such filth!" She declared with a huff as she gingerly entered Mac's room. And promptly added, with audible distaste, "Like this room. I suppose the books would be in safe hands. No one would find it in here." She kept close to the door. As if fearing the mess would suddenly rise on its own and attempt to swallow her. It had happened in the Other Bathroom. She wouldn't be surprised if the incident repeated itself elsewhere in Amityville.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 10:32 am
"What makes Lizzy so special, eh?" Mac was...honestly curious. The way the ghoul declared what she did with the huff that she did it in...was Lizzy some sort of royalty? Or...was it because she was a demon, therefore better than an undead? It was the only thing he could think of. "I mean, why are you good enough to read it, but she isn't? I don't think that's fair to you." He said in an irritated tone it before he could stop it, since he had been enjoying the joke up until now and he really did want to get her the books...if only to watch her read them. Out of the corner of his eye, of course. It bothered him that Tess was apparently buying into the whole 'demons are better than everyone' thing.
"And ouch, man. This room is more organized than you think!" Mac defended, frowning at her before moving to his desk, taking a seat and pulling out a box from under it. As if to confirm Tess' fears, a nearby jacket started to russle and move...
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 8:24 pm
The winged vampire quirked a brow at the reaper as she folded her arms across her chest. "You might be the sort who would introduce material of questionable content to someone sweet like Lizzy without any prior indication of interest. I am not," and added a soft hmph for emphasis, "It just wouldn't be proper." The thought Mac might be referring to their difference in race didn't strike Tess in any way. Far as she was concerned, the boil was intending to make her look bad and shameful to one of the few friends the not-very-social undead had.
When the reaper insisted he had some form of system to this mess, Tess refrained from snorting and instead gave him a patronizing smile. One she'd learned from her mother, which would have been far more condescending had whatever semblance to poise Tess had regained not been ruined by a high-pitched keen of surprise.
"W-what was that?!" she demanded, moving closer to the door while pointing accusingly at the sweater.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 11:40 am
The ghoul's answer made all the heckles he had risen calm down significantly. Ah, so this wasn't a matter of race, more like personality. Once he realized this, he had to laugh. It wasn't as loud as his first laugh at with her, but it was still a laugh.
"Sweet. Right." He chuckled, going through the box. "I have absolutely no interest in...ah, how would you put it..." A slight pause and a chintap later, he had his word. "...Corrupting her, if that's what you mean." A little button-charm was raised, examined, and put right back into the box to take another. The keen made him jump, the charm he was holding falling back into the box, and momentarily caused him to stare wide-eyed at her. Whoa! Just, jumpy ghoul was jumpy!
"Oh." He breathed out softly when he looked at the moving pile; from his angle he could see the end of a little blue-tipped tail, which was sadly out of view of the half-scareling across the room. "That," He emphasized, playing along. "Is a terrible, terrifying beast." While doing his best to remain pokerfaced, he went back to looking through the pins.
With a tiny playful little yelp a pirate scareon Pup jumped out from under the jacket, shaking out it's fur and sitting instantly down on it's little rump to stare up at the ghoul with a big, innocent eye.
"Arooo?" The little thing murmured at her, tilting it's head far to one side with it's little mouth in a small 'o' shape.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 12:17 am
There was a blush. Not a shy blush. A completely embarrassed blush of utter humiliation to find it was just a scareon pup. "That is not funny," she hissed, her entire face bright red. Or as bright read as an undead could get. She glared at the pup, then quickly shot out her long, straw-like tongue at it, retracting it back into her mouth much like a frog after catching its prey. Hopefully startling it away.
She turned to Mac, still scowling, her arms folded across her chest, "Why do you laugh at everything anyway? I'm beginning to think you're on something." A low dig? Maybe. But Tess did not take well to being laughed at. Yes, issues. Tess has a lot of them. She also did not like being reminded of the Other Bathroom detention, which the reaper wouldn't know about and it's not like he ordered the scareon to do what it did but still. He laughed at her.
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