|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 5:48 am
This RP takes place around the gym area : [Map]
The cold morning warmed Sarias arms and legs as she pulled down into another stretch, lifting her legs up to pull the muscles taunt before falling into a lunge. Her hot pants and low cut top covered her barely, not that she cared. This was a morning for training. Her roller blades lay neatly to one side as she finished up her arm stretches. Why a ghost would need to stretch with no muscles to accommodate was beneath Sarias but as Red had said before many gym classes, no one was exempt from these warm ups, and when Red said, Sarias had learned to listen.
Sarias had only been training for roller derby for a few weeks, the flyer's she had put up were for the moment left unheeded. Well this wasn't a game for the weak minded and unfortunately all she had met in this school were fools, unfit to play as an equal beside her. But there would be time. Undeads were being raised all the time, Demons being taught the ropes daily. There would be ghouls worthy enough soon, she just had to be patient...and oh how she hated that.
Pulling on her boots she tied the laces tight, grinning deeply at every tug until they were tight and secure. Pulling herself up with grace she tapped the toe stop one on each foot until she felt ready to roll. She allowed herself a look around, her slitted eyes taking in the lush dead greenery of the gym area. She had already plotted her course, it would take her outside the arena, past the obstacle course and have a few laps around the tank. Speed was the key, her slight form and zero weight was perfect for picking up knots, she just needed the strength and stamina to do it. Who says you can teach a dead ghoul new tricks?
Pushing off she swept past the early morning students in a blue blur, forcing them out of the way with a shove, she wasn't about to waste her breath shouting out warnings. They had to learn...
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 6:17 am
Cold morning. Warm morning. Freezing morning. Sweltering morning. Wet morning. Dry morning No matter the weather, Petro would be out running. The tikbalang had decided to alternate forms when he went out for his morning runs, two weeks human, two weeks in his real shape. It had been some time since he was equine, though he was still bi-pedal. He stepped out of the monster dorms, already shifted, hooved feet lightly pawing at the ground as he prepared to go into a brisk trot.
He was larger and wider than his human form, and the only thing that might even hint they were one and the same (clothing choice aside) was the tattoo on his face. But whether or not other students knew who he was didn't matter to him. No, he was there to maintain the honor of his clan. And if they ever caught wind of his shameful performance on the island...
He shook his head clear, not wanting to think of his actions, of his failure, of the miserable, wretched- Something is headed his way.
He turned round, planting his feet to brace for the impact while outstretching his arms as if to catch whatever it was that seemed to be careening right at him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 6:50 am
The air was slowly building up around Sarias as she fell into rhythmic movements, her long legs pushing the ground hard to gathered speed along the school paths. The wind catching her long hair whipped it back from her face into a long twisting tornado of blue. The sound of air blocked out all others as she raced and raced. Faster and faster. It didn't matter that her hair or arms were possibly hitting students, catching them off guard and landing them haphazardly onto the ground. She was gone from them in mere seconds, they would never catch up. She was fast. If the pressure of air would allow she could have laughed, there was no need to train when she had this amount of speed at her finger tips. The other teams she would surly battle against would learn this soon enough. The banshee was not one to be trifled with, she was - "HOLY s**t - UFF!!"
It it wasn't for the equine's quick reflexes Sarias head would have surly come off with the close-lined move she raced straight into. His long arms caught her midriff and before the impact could cause damage he pulled her into a hug, his body take all the force of this small ghoul into the gut. Sarias faltered then, not sure if she had skated straight into a wall, the hard form of the student knocking her senseless and she fell, unglamorously on to her behind.
"Ow...ow...what the?...What the hell do you think you are doing!" Her eyes glared up at the student, his body shielding out the light from the non-existent sun so shadows fell and played across his features. She couldn't make him out but he was big, and strong looking...and not forgetting big. But also the cause of her fall, lets not forget that part.
"Are you brain addled? How dare you stop me! Wait, correction, how dare you touch me! You...you....what the hell are you!!" She was still sprawled across the floor but her voice dripped daggers and she posed a menacing picture, like a snake about to strike she waited for his dam good answer.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 7:14 am
Petro had reacted on instinct, his body moving without his mind telling him what to do. When it became apparent the incoming object hadn't been an object but another student, and a female one at that, Petro maneuvered his body to take the brunt of the impact. The blow had him skidding backwards, solid hooves digging into the surface, leaving shallow furrows. An audibly winded grunt was all the tikbalang would afford himself to make, his concern more for the other student especially when she fell back onto the ground.
He reached out to her with one hand, the other rubbing the spot on his chest where she had slammed into, equine features schooled into an apology. "Y' okay?" He asked, and was suddenly assaulted with words and some insults to boot. He blinked in surprise, visibly trying to decide whether he really was at fault or if she was. Because if it were the former, well, he'd be frowning at her something fierce and if it were the latter, verbalized apologies would be in order.
"If I didn't stop y', y'dve hurt worse, and I couldn'tve stopped y' if I don't touch y'," he rolled his eyes at her, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He studied her from his vantage point of, well, being right in front of her, trying to remember if he'd met her before. Here or on Groanspring. The combination of her hair and her skin was distinct, there weren't a lot of students with that shade of blue hair coupled with deathly pale skin from the avatars he'd seen. Of course, maybe it was more of the cleavage she was displaying that had the gears in his head clicking. "Don't expect y' to know what I am. But y' sure y' don't know me?" he smirked, his arm still outstretched to her, never mind that her body language screamed of a cornered animal about to lash out. His own stance was open, a hand on his loin-clothed hip, posture calm even if his chest stung and was beginning to turn red.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 8:19 am
A sneering grimace eloped her features as she looked the beast up and down and then across to the arm he held out to her. She took it, only because she feared slipping on her blades again and she didnt want this thing to have more of an edge over her than he already did. She had shown a weakness....against giant rock hard muscled brutes who stood in her way. That wouldn't do.
"You didnt need to stop me, end of!" She spiked viciously at him as she used him as a lever to bring her self upright. Her behind had taken the full force of the fall and the pinch of pain became more apparent as she moved, rubbing her lower back as she took a steep to see the student more clearly. Posed on her toe stoppers so she didn't roll away she shook her hair down around her shoulders and copied the monsters pose returning a hand on hip stance in return.
"Know you? Why ever would i know something like...ahh" Her mind was never quick enough in this solid state which of course was needed while training. Her mind became more clouded and memories harder to catch. But now she could remember, she could remember him.
"Ha...yes, now i know...No free rides huh? Well always good to meet a fan in person. You may remember me more as Banshee lungs? I think we have spoken about my sport...the one in which you have just interrupted my training for...but i can forgive since well, you seem like an intelligent beast most of the time...and strong reflexles like yours may come in handy one day." She grinned, sweetly, if that was at all possible and if Sarias was an open machine you could see the little clogs had begun to turn.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 8:53 am
Petro wouldn't have called her impromptu stop a weakness. Only an inevitable result given that she was careening straight at him and his first instinct was to stop anything charging his way. "Thought y' were trying to attack me. Was gonna body slam y'," he shrugged, "But y' didn't got no kill-intent so I just stopped y'." There was no malice in his voice as he explained his actions to her. When she began to talk about their conversations on Groanspring, he grinned at her, "Y' can call me Petro or Tro. Y' got a name or 'm I s'pposed to call y' Banshee Lungs all the time?" he asked good-naturedly.
She may have insulted him in the beginning but that was understandable to a degree. He'd found most people didn't take kindly to being stopped in mid-charge. Even less when they fell flat on their behind as a result. The praise, however, was mildly suspect. He hadn't done much. Not really. Especially not after he'd apparently interrupted her training. So the grin she'd given him was met with wariness. "Didn't know y' were in training. This don't look like a place y'd be wheeling around though," as if to prove his point, he gestured to the other students milling about with his head, "And whaddya mean one day?" Oh silly pony, have you forgotten you'd offered to help her out?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 9:20 am
A hand was extended mid conversation after he had introduced himself and with it another dazzling albeit creepy smile was thrown in their to boot.
"Sarias, Sarias Blacksling. Charmed am sure." She added with a slight hitch of her eyebrow as if to say there was no doubt. Taking her hand back she placed it behind her back as if hiding something, her upper torso swishing slightly as she listen to the monsters questionable dialect. The smile nearly vanished at the last comment, Sarias barely managed to hold onto it as her teeth threatened to puncture her lips as she tried her best to remain friendly.
"Oh...Petro, Petro. Your memory does you harm. Dont you remember? Why we spoke about this already! Don't let me down any more by saying you can't recall our talks?" She pouted, her attempt at puppy dog eyes failing to hit the mark as she took one shaky step and then another towards the student, a hand rested slightly on his arm her weight and complexion making it feel as if she wasn't there.
"You promised to help me? Remember?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 8:19 am
Brown eyes studied her, his tail sharply flicking behind him when she took a step closer. He shifted his stance, preparing to catch her (or offer something for her to grab since she didn't like to be touched) should those blades she wore decide to mess with her balance. Thankfully, the banshee remained upright, but all the same, the monster horse didn't pull his arm away from her hands. It didn't escape him, however, how light she was. Maybe it was because she was a ghost?
When she clarified what she was talking about exactly, a look of dawning realization spread across equine features. "Oh! Y' mean about y'r club and building!" he exclaimed and hastily nodded, "Didn't forget, we talked about some other stuff. Didn't know which one y' meant, but 'm still gonna help y'. 'M a monster of my word." The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable, and the solemn expression meant he wasn't taking his oath lightly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 8:03 am
Patting his arm in mock congratulations she looked up his long nose in to those brown eyes of his, grinning all the while. “Well done boil, I know that must have been difficult to recall with your…limited capabilities but you do show so much promise.” It was an understatement that Sarias needed work on her compliments but that was indeed what she was trying (and failing) to do. She let go of his arm now and cocked her head towards the gym area, the path they were on winding and turning towards the great outside arena before them.
“Walk with me won’t you?” she hinted as her eyes screamed “there is no other option and be dammed if you suggest one.” Curling a finger in his direction she started to skate backwards, her head lowered in a more suggestive tone as she swerved her hips and spun round to face the way they were soon to be going. When at least he was level with her she looked straight ahead as if he wasn’t there, appearing as if she was talking to herself.
“The matter at hand beast…is where we can build my prodigy. It needs to be indoors; although roller derby can be performed outdoors I am not a keen lover of nature.” As if to bring that statement home she slid onto the grass crushing newly sprung poison ivy into sludge with her shoes, falling eventually back into step beside Petro.
“The wind you see” smiling to her. “A big enough breeze and well…I don’t care for flying either…” The arena was growing larger the closer they arrived, another building to the east was the indoor gym, Red’s pride and joy and to the south of that the Tank.
“Would you have any suggestions of where we can build it? Remember what it means to me though, your thoughts will be judged accordingly...” She bared her teeth in a smile that wouldn’t reach her eyes as she stopped once more to gage his reaction.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:06 am
The tikbalang only quirked a brow at Sarias and her compliment. It sounded like a compliment to him. And she was smiling when she said it so in the horse monster's mind it was a compliment. Obviously he's unfamiliar with the backhanded sort but he didn't have time to dwell on it as he followed after her beckoning finger. And the sultry sway of her hips. And- the boil shook his head clear before unbecoming thoughts appeared.
He quickened his pace so that he was beside her, his gaze fixed ahead but still acutely aware of the ghost and her very visible curves. His ears flicked, deciding to focus on her voice instead. Which proved to be a very good decision because she was asking him for his thoughts and opinions on building her prodigy.
...
What in Jack's name did she mean by that? A confused look became apparent on his face but all the same he answered, "Dunno about y'r progediy-thing, but I think the best place to build a place for y' to skate around'd be that one."
He gestured towards one of the abandoned buildings nearby. It was neither too tall, nor too dilapidated, just wide enough to suggest a roomy interior. He figured the skull pins wouldn't work in there if it wasn't being used. Not that he'd rescind his offer if he was forcibly reverted to his human guise. He'd just double his effort. No big deal.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 9:53 am
She watched him as his face went from concentrated listening (she preferred this look on all that kept her company) to complete befuddlement. Pulling a face she tapped her wheeled foot as he answered, rolling her eyes to the heavens as if seeking patience. Obviously she’ll have to take a lower IQ route for this one.
“Yes…well…maybe you wouldn’t know about putting ones heart and soul into something. A masterpiece if you will a legacy. My roller derby club will be my prodigy. It may not be the correct terminology...ahem, I mean word, to describe my dream but I prefer that description to name my goal. It would be wise to remember that.” She hissed ever so slightly in his direction. As if the conversation never happened she snapped her head back to look ahead, peering over at the abandoned building he had motioned at. And the scrutinising had began.
“That? That is what you think my un-life’s work should be housed in!” She shrieked as her thunderous eyes flashed to him and then back again to the building. A pointed hand was raised and jabbing the air towards the building as she punctuated every syllable with a flick of her wrist.
“You think, that building! That building should be my training grounds! It is falling apart you fool! It is covered in grime, and broken windows and filth and it is highly dangerous, more so it’s a death trap…and…and, AND! IT’S PERFECT!” She squealed in the most un-Sarias way she could muster. The ghoul clapped her hands together with such force it looked like she would break a wrist as she hopped from one rollerbladed shoe to the other. The questioning look from the monster, when ever it came, was merely laughed at. A hand patted his arm once again as she squeezed him gently.
“Why…you didn’t think this was above board did you? Oh devil no. This –“ and she leaned in closer until she pressed against him, almost seductive in her tone. “-will be our naughty little secret for now.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 11:15 pm
For someone being hurled with verbal abuse, Petro was certainly taking things in stride. Mostly because it took Tro some time to process just what Sarias was saying in the first place. However, even someone as oblivious to nuances as Petro could tell that the banshee's reaction to his suggestion was not going to be pleasant. His ears pressed as flat against his head as he could, trying to lessen the pain from her shrieking. He thought his justification made sense, but he didn't know what criteria she was looking for and he'd never really heard of the activity she was talking about until she mentioned it on Groanspring.
He was about to tell her that she had to give him more to work with next if she didn't want him to upset her when Sarias did a complete 180. Leaving the monster horse confused and very much not pleased. Jack damn it, it was like the screaming match with Mandy all over again. The horse boil stared down at her, arms folded across his chest, ears and tail flicking in agitation but not flinching from her touch. "Uh, okay, y'r secret's safe with me," he nodded slowly, still confused and wary of the blue-haired ghoul and her rather erratic mood swings. "But why's it naughty? Sounds like y're gonna do something that ain't s'pposed to be done."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 10:57 am
Sarias took it upon herself to start leading the monster towards the building, its tall decaying sideboards held no secrets of what lay inside. It was truly abandoned, if a strong wind came along it would be surprised if it could withhold, but that was all soon to change.
"Why Petro, you remind me constantly of why I chose you!" she smiled warmly, as if a dead ghost could do such a thing. "Of course i haven't got permission to build such a thing, but it would take months for it to even be approved. I don't have that time, do you? This will be a...underground operation. No one shall know of it except me, you and others I deem worthy of telling. Understand Monster?" That sneer was in her voice again, it would bode well for Petro if he listened, Sarias was gaining a reputation for making sure people kept their mouth shut and she wasn't above using needle and thread.
Stopping a short distance away she let go of the students arm and looked up. The windows were boarded, smashed to pieces long ago. As well as the door there were a few holes in the structure that would allow them to sneak in, she opted for the biggest one to help the Tikbalang, it was probably the only moment she would do such a thing. Ever. Crouching down she signed for him to follow ducking into the hole and out of sight.
"Why am I waiting Petro! GET IN HERE" she shouted as mere seconds passed between them and a low humming light emerged from inside. A rune crystal held tightly in her palm she swung it this way and that to illuminate the buildings interior. It was worse than she thought. There was nothing to salvage here, broken wood, glass shards, cobwebs and weeds as far as the eye can see. And dust lots of dust. But it was big. More than big, it was again perfect.
She sensed the monsters presence behind her and chanced a look over her shoulder. "Its good isn't it? Big enough to do what we want? I have some black prints of what I have in mind." Her free hand disappeared down the back of her hot pants (Oh lordy!) and she pulled out a thin scroll from...somewhere. Snapping her finger she signalled for the beast to hold out his own hand, a second bidding would not come but a well place slap just might. "Hold this rune stone for me...Hold it higher you idio- ahem, I mean, hold it higher, p-please."
The parchment before them showed a crudely drawn blue print of the roller rink, rushed words and sprawled numbers dotted it about with heights and weights of all things considered, as well as a few doodles here and there of Sarias killing someone, but at the base of it a solid plan.
"What do you think? Is it possible?" she sounded sincere, almost worried as she waited for his answer.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 5:21 am
"Y' have my word. Won't tell anyone else without y'r say so," he promised solemnly.
At the ghoul's words, a sense of pride swelled in Petro's chest and he couldn't keep the corner of his muzzle from twitching upwards nor his ears from facing forward in happiness. Little praises (sometimes even the backhanded sort) and acknowledgment of his talents or that he was just plain useful were more precious to the tikbalang than extravagant things or grandiose gestures. Sarias' logic for beginning construction without getting approval made for practical sense, as much as Petro didn't understand the workings of bureaucratic red tape, he did know it slowed everything down. Perhaps the banshee was simply waiting for approval to be given?
"'M coming, 'm coming!" he called back to her when she demanded he hurry up. Not that he was lagging at all but he didn't want to keep a ghoul waiting. Especially not one as eager to begin work as Sarias. He'd mistaken her impatience for excitement, so he couldn't fault her for rushing him. And as he entered, he couldn't help but be glad he was in his true form as hooves crunched on glass shards and splintering wood.
When the banshee brought out the blackprints from... from... Petro immediately rushed to think of other things lest he offended her. Still, a faint blush crept across his equine features, which he would admit to should she ever call him out on it. Thankfully, she was too preoccupied in making him hold the glowing rune to properly illuminate the plans. He studied the scroll, eyes scanning the page then his head looking up to examine the building's interior.
"Yeah, yeah, looks about right. Gonna take me some time to make all this on my own. But ain't impossible. Y're really good at this planning stuff, ain't y'?" he offered her an impressed grin. Not that the boil had any doubt to begin with but he'd things would be made up as they went along.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 9:23 am
The banshee could have kissed the tikbalang, but exactly where and how to (for it needed to be steamy enough for her own pleasures of course) held her back and instead she grabbed his hand into her own, the blueprint floating to one side as he prised his arm open enough for a meaningful but very brief squeezing hug.
“This is just what I wanted to hear you big wonderful oaf!” She rejoiced as she held him, it lasted all of two seconds but if anything it was the first sign of a happy Sarias that didn’t involve torturing small animals. Contact both body and hand was dropped immediately as she thought on his next words though, as if they held a hidden blade. “Gonna take some time” She never thought this was too much of a job for the one monster, of course she would help out…with the shouting of orders that is, but she thought this student of all the students she had met had the physic and the level of gullibility to be used for her desires. Damn
“So…you think it would be too much of a problem for you? I dare say I am disappointed if you feel that is the case. You were chosen for your very obvious…skills, how silly of me to think more of you than there actually is.” At this she let her eyes trail down his body, soaking in all the bumps and curves with hungry eyes.
“Would you let me down so soon by admitting defeat so quickly?” she challenged, hoping for some declaration of solo completion by the end of the day…even if that was highly impossible even for here. “I was thinking for it to be ready within a mouth, two at a push…do you think that could be accomplished? Or have I really been fooled by a monster?” She tried not to laugh at this statement. Her? Fooled? By a monster of all things!? Hardly! Her hand patted down a stitch to try and hide the grin that had creped onto her features. She wanted this project to be do now, without the need to welcome more beings into the mix, especially not before she had recruited enough players for the opening night. An event she hoped would tear this place in two…along with a few students.
“Petro, are you going to upset me? I don’t like being upset for no good reason. You wouldn’t do that to me now would you…would you?” Her voice was gritty with threats and a coyness that didn’t feel right on the ears and those nails, those nails looked awfully sharp right now.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
