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 Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 9:22 pm
Several weeks had passed since Tess had asked him for a bit of minipet-related assistance on Groanspring, and West was quite anxious to find out exactly what it was that she wanted from him. He would have preferred to have met up with her sooner, but post-island classes had started up again and he had found himself more than a little preoccupied.
It was with a pinch of awkwardness that he had asked her to join him today on an expanse of crusty dead grass between the Demon and Undead dorms, somewhat out of sight of general passersby. Texting ghouls wasn't really his thing, socially or technologically, but he was fairly confident that she would show up if she actually wanted her pets 'disciplined' as she had said. If she didn't, well, either she hadn't gotten his text or she was busy with something else. Ten more minutes and it wouldn't matter. If she wasn't here by then, he wouldn't be either.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 11:54 pm
Tess would have been there sooner, a lot sooner, had she not had a devil of a time wrangling the mini-pet that needed disciplining. Actually, there were two of them. Technically one. Trixie had been getting into everything ever since the other "minipet" arrived and made Maritess' room her home. A sign of aggression and the beginning of territorial battles most likely. The sound of beating large, leathery wings echoed, growing fainter and fainter, as if she was flying in the opposite direction of the meeting point.
Except Maritess suddenly appeared in front of West, the purple tentacle clinging in pure terror to her torso, and a wooden box in her hands. "S-sorry! So-let me catch my breath," she panted, the rapid but silent flapping of her wings gradually slowing down. "Sorry for making you wait so long." She attempted to pry the purple tentacle off her, and succeeded more because Trixie remembered West. How exactly the eye-less purple tentacle could see it was the wrath demon Tess had no clue. Trixie was excitably flailing its tentacles about, wanting to give the boil a hug and several wet, many-mouthed kisses of greeting.
Tess only sighed, not even bothering to tell it to stop. She was sure West would know what to do.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 8:09 am
West knew what he would have normally done if an overly friendly minipet came flailing at him, but a tentacled pet... a purple tentacled pet, well, that was a bit of a different story. He had learned many things at Amityville so far, and one of them was that purple tentacled things were his very good friends and somehow simultaneously SO NOT HIS FRIENDS. One hand rose to his neck where remnants of the squid hickeys left over from Malcolm's last class lingered, while the other shot out toward Trixie.
"Stay there!" he bellowed at the tentacle. "Not you," he added to Tess. "An'it's n'problem 'bout th'wait. What's in th'box?" No, he totally wasn't trying to deflect her attention from the fact that he had just shrieked at a mostly innocent animal. Not at all.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 7:35 pm
At the loud, authoritative yell, Trixie suddenly felt compelled to stay right where it was. Its tentacles continued to writhe and squirm but it didn't look particularly upset at staying put. As indicated by the grins and the lolling tongue in one of its many mouths.
Maritess wasn't sure what just happened exactly. Part of her was shocked that the tentacle listened to quickly and eagerly. Another part of her was jealous that she couldn't command the same respect from her own mini. And still another part of her was thoroughly impressed. She tried her best to school her features into the last part, not wanting to show too much weakness, she'd already embarrassed herself enough since her encounter with the reaper boil. Grateful that West inquired about the box, she held it out to show him, "Oh Trixie's not the pet I need disciplined, um, well technically this isn't a pet pet exactly. But it can still be considered as one," she explained, opening the lid to show him just what was inside.
Which turned out to be nothing.
"What the?!" she gasped, shaking the box upside down, trying to dislodge its "contents" out into the open. "This is not funny!" she hissed venomously at the box, suddenly reaching into it, her entire arm disappearing inside it indicating that the shallow container was a lot deeper than it looked. "S-sorry, I'll have her right out. As soon as I find her..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 1:27 pm
West was thoroughly impressed as well. Actually, he was mostly just relieved, but the small portion of him that wasn't relieved was impressed. Definitely. Who knew that asserting a bit of authority rather than screaming and chasing minipets around school grounds would make such a difference in their behavior? He almost reached out to pat Trixie on the... head, but he thought better of it almost immediately.
"Good... Trixie," he muttered.
As secretly delighted as he was that there were no purple tentacles adhered to him at the moment, his mood still took the faintest of downturns when Tess announced that Trixie was not the pet he was to discipline. So that was what was in the box. Well, if he could intimidate one of the things into behaving, it stood to reason he could...
Wait. Where was it?
"Wassit look like?" he asked. Maybe if it wasn't camouflaged or anything, he could help her make sure it hadn't gotten out of that deceptively large box.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 6:32 am
"A hand," was pretty much what Tess had to answer West's question. Wait, was she asking for a hand while she scoured the contents of the box?
The purple tentacle happily lolled its tongues as it stayed in places, leaning towards West, then towards Tess, then back to West like a pendulum. It continued to behave relatively well, up until it noticed what Tess was doing. Namely rummaging through what was (to the purple tentacle's mind) the not-nice's-house. It misunderstood its owners actions, thinking the not-nice inside was trying to steal Tess away from it. Immediately, Trixie launched itself at the winged ghoul, tentacles flailing in an attempt to save her from the horrible not-nice thing!
Naturally this only resulted in Tess squeaking in dismay as the tentacles forcibly slapped the box out of her hands. The wooden container arced into the air, the open lid flapping from the motion, and just before it landed, another box fell out of the first with an audible THUMP! right on the ground.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 9:40 pm
Things seemed to shift into slow motion as Tess' last words left her mouth and reached West's ears. The boil backed away from the flailing Trixie yet again, all the while wondering what the undead ghoul could have possibly meant by 'a hand' and why her tentacled pet would have reacted so strongly to a perfectly average box. He made a grab for the thing as it sailed past, then froze as a smaller box joined the first and both clattered to a stop.
"A hand?" he asked, glancing between this new box and the tangle that was Tess and Trixie. A hand hand? "In there?" Duh. "Y'need me t'disciplin'a hand? Diddit usta belong t'anybody?" Maybe it just missed its owner. Maybe someone on the other side of Halloween had Tess' legs collared up in their front yard and wondered why they weren't well-behaved. He kind of didn't want to open the box.
"What's its name?" He poked at the wooden lid with the toe of his sneaker instead.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 5:59 am
In between trying to wrestle herself free ("TRIXIE, FOR JACK'S SAKE, GET OFF ME!!!") and keeping herself aloft, all Tess could manage was an audibly distraught, "Esmerelda!" in response to the demon's question of a name. "As far as I know, she's always been a hand. And a major pain in the as-er-neck," she hastily corrected herself, trying to maintain some semblance to propriety. Or as proper as she could be when a purple tentacle nearly as big as her own torso was currently -if unintentionally- constricting her.
The smaller box seemed innocent enough. Even with West's prodding it stayed still. Though the same can't be said for the larger box lying on the ground with the wrong side up. As soon as Tess spoke that name, a tapping sound could be heard. It was faint at first, barely audible over Tess' futile orders for the purple tentacle to behave. But soon the tapping sounded more like fingers drumming against a wooden surface in impatience. Not long after, the drumming turned to forceful knocking that made the box jump and quake. And this knocking became a steady, heavy pounding that lifted the box from the ground.
Again and again and again until it righted itself, the lid slamming back shut from gravity's pull.
The constant raps of knuckles against wood stilled Trixie, the multiple mouths curving downwards in dismay, and it squirmed and twisted until it was hiding behind Tess. Not-nice thing was coming to get it! Noooooo!!!!
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 2:19 pm
Oh. Wrong box. West frowned as the larger one started to rock and thump in place, then hurled itself upright.
"Esmerelda?" he muttered. He supposed he should be happy that he was usually only terrorized by hellhunters and tiny hippos. Well, and everything tentacled, but West was completely opposed to dwelling on that fact. The hippos were always too stupid to do more than grumble and get underfoot, and the hellhunters could only cause so much trouble without hands, but a pet that was all hands? Yeah, that would suck.
He stood up straighter, suddenly embarrassed by his previous hesitation, then bent to pull open the box's lid. "Get out'ere, Esmerelda," he grated in his most intimidating tone.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 4:19 am
When West lifted the lid, it revealed that the inside of the box did not look like what one would normally expect. Namely, there was no bottom, only an unending void of darkness. The kind of void that could make one wonder just where the Jack all that ruckus the contents had been making earlier could possibly came from. From the seemingly bottomless abyss came a series of tapping.
.-- .... . .-. . / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- .-. / -- .- -. -. . .-. ...
Tess glared at the box when she finished translating the tapping. With the still trembling purple tentacle half-draped over her back and half-clinging to her torso, she flew towards the wrath demon. "Esmerelda, ahem, Miss Esmerelda, please grace us with your presence," she recited, the distaste over having to say such thing audible.
-- ..- -.-. .... --..-- / -- ..- -.-. .... / -... . - - . .-.
And literally a hand, severed from the wrist down suddenly emerged from the void. Its fingers propelling it up and out of the wooden container and gracefully landing just beside West's boot. The stub of the hand motioned as if giving the demon boil a once-over before tapping one of its ring-adorned fingers in impatience.
"West, this is Esmerelda. I would appreciate it greatly if you could proceed with the kicking (or stomping, that works too!) you promised you'd provide." Tess was completely serious.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 6:27 pm
Surprisingly, it wasn't often that West had absolutely no idea what was going on. Sure, he lacked the wisdom of most adults and a lot of his peers, but when he kept his mouth shut and paid attention, he could usually puzzle out the world around him with a passable level of clarity. He wasn't completely stupid, simply impatient. That being said, as he gazed upon the scene unfolding in front of him, he had to admit he had no idea what the hell was going on.
There was a lot of nonsensical (at least to West) tapping, and then Tess was addressing the still unseen hand like it was Queen of Halloween or something. Nuh uh. Minipets didn't deserve that kind of courtesy. This would not stand.
When Tess gave him the okay to attack, West did so with gusto, raising his foot and stomping toward the nearby disembodied hand as hard as he could. Smash Time was always something he understood.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:17 am
See Tess? See the look of manic glee on her face? She doesn't show that face to anyone. Not really. She's usually too concerned about appearances and doesn't want to give anyone the impression that she wasn't the prim and proper winged vampire that she was supposed to be. But the thought of someone finally putting the condescending, patronizing hand in her place made it impossible for Tess to hide her feeling. It wouldn't be a surprise if she suddenly burst out into song about how she was so excited and she just can't hide it.
Maybe she would have. Had the spot where West's boot should be crushing fingers and breaking nails not been only dead grass. "W-where'd she go?!" Tess gasped, trying to pry Trixie off her so she could take a closer look.
Wait. What was that skittering up West's pant leg?!
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 7:58 pm
The case could have been made that West's apprehension when confronted with tentacles had been sparked initially by Tess' very own Trixie, whom he had first met less than a week after arriving at Amityville.
Fortunately, a similar apprehension with regard to hands didn't exist, probably because the boil already possessed two of them and wouldn't dream of living without them. The sensation of skittering, purposeful fingers climbing their way up the bare skin of his leg was wholly unwelcome, however, whether it was related to a hand or not. Had he seen the pure glee on Tess' face it likely would have mollified him a bit, but West's attention was currently elsewhere. He shifted his weight to the leg he had just slammed into the dirt and raised the other, shaking it violently.
"What th'Jack!" he shouted. West bent over, smacking his palms against his calves repeatedly, hoping to dislodge his unwelcome passenger. "This's... I'ma kill you!" Smack. "How do I... Aaaagh!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 6:25 am
Oh Jack, oh Jack, oh JACK!!!! Tess clearly did not know just how agile and dextrous the severed appendage was. "A-ack! U-um! Oh Jack, I'm so sorry!!!" she flailed, making the mistake of flying closer to perhaps help West in apprehending the wayward limb. "Miss Esmerelda, please stop! Hold still! STOP TRYING TO GROPE MY FELLOW STUDENT!!!" The command was made in an attempt to embarrass? Shame? Perhaps send the aforementioned hand into an indignant rage so as to actually cease and desist?
Trixie remained unhelpful as it waved its multiple tentacles about.
((ooc: Feel free to have West catch Esme 8D I imagine she'll be all >8[ at Tess' accusation of groping West XDDDD))
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 8:40 pm
The demon boil went silent soon after his initial scream, his concentration wholly on Miss Esmerelda, the creepy creeping creeper hand. She was inching dangerously close to molestation, but it seemed there was little West could do about that right now wouldn't likely embarrass Tess.
Oh, screw it.
"I... um... turn 'round're somethin'." West swiveled on his heel until he was no longer looking at the ghoul, then quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them down, grabbing the hand off of his thigh. "HA!" He forcibly twined his fingers with Esme's for a moment while he yanked his pants up to decent heights, then throttled the hand with both of his. West squeezed, but given that the misbehaving pet didn't have a throat or lungs, he doubted he was getting anywhere. Still, there was no denying it was fun.
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