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 Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:17 am
Now things had settled after the field trip the academy was finally getting back to normal (or as close as this place could actually achieve.) and other than a few loose ends, names to add to the ‘must destroy’ list Sarias had returned to her studies with added gusto. Her bedroom now covered with the sheets of a thousand homework assignments she flicked her ink pen across another scroll and sighed. If she realised what her undead life had in store on being brought ‘back’ to life she was greatly pondering the good side of death right now. But at least there was one thing that kept her interest here in this dimension. Along with studies of the academy kind there were of course those that reflect the study of student life as well, mainly gossip, friendship, hatred, treason, the usual hallway trash that gets thrown about by the common, idiot filled students. But their had been some interesting leads to follow up at least, some that had caught her eye and filled her with temptation, all of which had been left brimming before the trip. She prided herself with having her finger safely on the un-dead pulse of the school and there was one boil in particular that she just couldn’t get out of her head.
His reputation had grown, the rumours had spiked frenzied conversations throughout the dorms and classrooms but Sarias had yet to meet the boil who was now famous (or at least to those with worrying fetishes) who had done the impossible! Drowned Professor Helma, Arel and Red simultaneously with his bare hands while killing hundreds of students with a mere thought! The truth may have been stretched, but just a little.
With the whispers elaborated ten fold Sarias used her connections with the gnomes to find the truth, and when she says connections she means serious threats with sharp pointy things. There had been an attempt at drowning, but there was no death and it wasn’t three teachers and a thousands students but a weak little student who got in the way. None the less the poor boil had been caught, such a shame. By now she had enough information to know it was a monster named Calder, a name in which she wouldn’t have associated with attempted murderer but who was she to judge? Sarias P. Blacksling that’s bloody who, so she could, plain and simple.
But where to find this hopefully lovely specimen of murderous rage you say? Well sleuthing was her middle name, (and so was Percy apparently, but mainly sleuthing.) Her first port of call was his room (of course!) and as her fist struck the door her informants told with panicked certainty was the boils Calder’s dorm she pondered on what she would find. She wanted to meet him in person, understand his logic, his mind and hopefully succeed where he had obviously failed. And Sarias never failed.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 6:31 pm
Calder has only heard faint rumors of what his stunt had turned into. There had been plenty of witnesses during the detention where he lost what wits he had and tried to force Lizzy face first in a vat of bleach water and then tried to go up against Red. The fact he still had his head and wasn't living in the undead dorms now was enough to spark plenty of talk, and Calder did his best to be a good boil and try to be as low on the gossip radar as he could be. For being the only kelpie he knew of in the school, he wasn't making a very good impression of his kind, and he felt rather ashamed about it all.
Luckily, he had been redeemed and even apologized to Lizzy to try and make amends. They weren't bosom buddies but Lizzy didn't seem too nervous around him now. That didn't mean her friends seemed on high alert every time he passed in the hallway.
For the most part, he seemed to have at least some control over his darker urges that kept him from grabbing the nearest person and throwing them into the first cup of water he saw. Luckily only a few people actually met his 'other side', and he preferred to keep it that way. The last occurrence had been with Riley in the lake and he still had nightmares over the entire episode.
Today, Calder wasn't doing anything evil. Being bored, he was reading some of his homework and just relaxing. Relaxing being that he was just wearing his kilt and dress shirt, leaving his jacket hanging up as he laid belly down on the ground, hooves up and slightly swinging.
The knock on the door was a surprise, and naturally he wondered if it was Christof...though the Igor rarely came to his dorm. Pushing himself up, he went over and opened the wooden doors to his dorm to see...
A ghoul?
Well that was new. Confusion written on his face, he looked around and then back at her. She looked a tad familiar. "Um...Hi?" He hoped she wasn't here to return a leech.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:07 am
The door was barely open before Sarias had stuck a foot in the way of it closing prematurely; her body was resting against the door frame, one hand on her hip jutting out at an angle. She looked bored, like this was a task he had forced her to do, wasting her time. Her precious time. She didn’t even bother flicking a glance towards him and instead lifted a hand to inspect her razor sharp nails, cracked and broken and covered in god knows what, looking upon them as if they were made of crystal.
“Sarias, Sarias Blacksling, charmed am sure…” She spoke with a heavy sigh at the end, for all sense and purpose she really did seem bored with this whole matter, even though it was her that came to him! A half hearted hand movement signalling for him to move out of her way to let her in. It was like she was dismissing him, and when it didn’t happen, well. Her sneer said it all.
“Humph, not inviting a lady in are we? How very rude, but what can I expect from such an…audience. ” She tutted sarcastically as she started to tap her nails on the wooden frame in an impatient gesture. Her body screamed confidence and control as she waited for him to react and let her in. They all caved eventually, allowing her to do what she wanted, when she wanted. It was just a matter of waiting. When it didn’t happen fast enough though she took that chance to really look at him and a sly grin crossed her features. Well he may be rude (how ironic!) but he was obviously dressed to impress and her eyes followed him all the way down from the top of his ears to the tip of his hooves. “Hmm but your forgiven…just.” She murmured as she then took it upon herself to push, or rather float right past him into his room.
“Calder isn’t it? I’ve heard lots about you.” Her words floated in spiked tones, almost threatening as she let her gaze wander around his room. She wasn’t impressed, if anything quite disgusted and her face showed her displeasure as she turned back to face him.
“I am here to find out a little more information, some facts and figures…lucky you I know! If you play your cards right I am sure i can make it worth your while” She forced out a seductive but warming smile, trying to seem as friendly as she could. An epic fail did not even cover it.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 10:31 am
Calder's room was rustic to say the least. One half of the room was floorboards that then started to be covered in a thick carpet of moss before ending in a shallow pond. A few plants were sprouting and there was a warm dampness to the air. His bed, a discolored bath tub, stood against the wall beside a nightstand, filled with water and a few leeches who were crawling out to stand on the brim and look at the newcomer, just as confused as their owner was.
There was a bookshelf, some hanging plants, a chest, and a few wicker baskets that he kept what little he owned in. On the floor was his homework and a jar of sun-dried newts.
It was alarming to see a ghoul appear and just barge into his room as if she owned the place and highly territorial of his own little land, he dug the tip of his hoof into the floorboards as he watched her. With as much water around, it wouldn't be hard to just throw her into his bathtub and watch her flail about ....but then he reminded himself that she was a ghost. JACK IT ALL!
Frowning, he watched as she inspected his things and felt a twist as she seemed to disapprove. He already knew he wasn't rich, not something any of the high-tech gadgetry that most boils and ghouls did. It was a far extreme from Barth's room, which was filled with the best that seeds could buy.
If she was just coming in to frown at his things, he would have scooted her out, but it was the offer that caught his interest. "Information? I don't know what you want to know, but I don't think I'm a leading authority on anything." Then again, if she wanted to know more about kelpies, he did know about that. Her smile was a complete miss as he didn't even register that she might be seducing him, and only shut the door, wondering what this was all about. If she came looking for him, she must need to know something important.
"..and yeah. It's Calder." He turned and looked at her, not even bothering to start picking up his room. She wouldn't like it any way he messed with it anyways and he was wondering how long she would stay. He didn't have any chairs either. "What do you need to know? I usually don't get ghouls here." Maybe Yaya stopping by to ask about Swim Squad but that was really it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 8:44 am
She place a finger on to her chin and tapped it even so slightly, giving off the ‘deep in thought’ expression as a sly grin came over her features as she watched his distaste for her grow.
“Oh you have the information I want boil.” She cooed taking careful steps to dodge anything and everything on the floor; she may be a ghost but the idea of anything passing through her! Oh the thought wasn’t worth thinking about! She moved around him skilfully, barely touching him but making sure her presence was known and with a free hand closed the door shut behind him, the other coming to rest on his shoulder her whole form pressed against him from behind.
“This is for our ears only monster.” She whispered while leaning over his shoulder, her mouth dangerously close to the nape of his neck, creepy lack of personal space close. And then she was gone, pushing herself though him once more taking that fraction of a second longer so he could feel every ice crystals in her form snapping at his flesh.
“You may not realise this but you’re quite the famous boil in these part.” She started again making sure her eyes didn’t stay on one particular area too long in case it moved. “I hope with your IQ it won’t take long for you to figure out what I am talking about hmmm?” With no time to reply she clapped her hands together in mock surprise and brought them up to her cheek as if she held something precious inside. “The incident of course!? The attempted student drowning!” she said with a twisting smile, her stitches growing taunt with every word. She was clearly impressed by what happened even if she was let down by the…person itself.
“I would adore it if you could tell me more, like how you did, what it felt like. Second hand information is so trifle, full of little plot holes.” She teased with one of her tail wisps, making it twirl round her finger until it grew to tight and broke of into little clouds. “I would like to see that little mouth of yours tell me everything, like I said, there are things I can do in return. Things I can tell you or…scream for you.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 4:16 pm
Calder didn’t know who this ghoul was, and for that reason, he was on edge. She went into his room, his territory, and was wanting information. While he was usually friendly and happy to help, she was really starting to bug him. What made matters worse was that she pressed against him from behind, causing his ears to lower back. Anyone going near him from behind made him want to kick a hoof their way. You had to trust the person that approached from behind and he didn’t trust this ghoul. It came off as insulting the way she even felt go approach him from behind instead of face to face, and he felt even more alarmed and strained when she talked against his neck. His neck and cheek were rather intimate places, meant for nuzzling friends and lovers, and she was neither. He tapped a hoof to make her aware that she should back off, but she continued to parade about him before breaking off and smiling.
Now he had the briefest moment where he thought he was famous for something good. For being an amazing kelpie, a great potential friend, or just all around nice, but it seemed he had the complete opposite reputation and he felt worse for it. This ghoul wanted to know how he almost killed a ghoul!
There was no doubt now that he didn’t like her, and while he was usually dense at times, her ‘offer’ was soon very clear. He didn’t like this ghoul and he didn’t want to tell her the story. Sure, he could go into detail about what he felt when pushing someone into a vat of boiling water, but that would only make him take steps back from where he had worked out with Sin to accomplish. He was not going back to being that uncontrollable. It was hard enough as is!
“I am not telling anyone what went through my head at the time. I was wrong and I nearly got expelled for it. I shouldn’t have even tried and wouldn’t have. I’ve had to go through a long punishment and controlled lessons just to keep that problem in check. I’m not about to prance about and say it was some sort of accomplishment.” He moved in on her, this time making his hoof-falls heavy as he moved to her, looming over her. “And the only reason I would want to hear someone like you scream is if I could use my pretty little mouth to tear you apart, and you can’t even offer me that.” He looked her over, not even blushing or showing a flicker of attraction. She was pretty, but only like how a flower or a gloomy morning was pretty. He looked up to meet her eyes after his uninterested inspection. “You have nothing I want.”
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 2:59 am
Sarias pouted at his objection but failed to keep the grin at bay, she was obviously enjoying the reaction he was giving her. “Playing hard to get our we?” She shook her head in disappointment as Calder explained his more preferred structure of mind, her arms crossing under her chest as fingers tapped against her pale skin.
“Oh b***h, b***h, b***h.” She replied sarcastically as he finished his explanation of the event. “You had something good going and it failed, now your just covering your tracks to make it seem like your better. A useful trick I assure you, the crazed student now the model pupil…how very drool and unimaginative off you, but non the less it seems to be working.” She watched him gather himself up into full height as he walked closer, her smoke wisps working into a frenzy as the aura of the room tainted red, a warning, a time to be on edge. Sarias lived for it.
“Tear me apart huh? Well I’ve heard some good offers before but I dare say yours is the best.” She was twisting the context again, making it sound as if he was coming on to her although it was clearly not true, even to Sarias afloat in her own world could see she wasn’t tempting him nearly enough as she wanted. She grinned at his last words, was that challenge? Oh I think it was.
“I doubt that boil. Every one has a price, I just have to find yours. What will it take for you to open up to me? Spill your secrets everywhere?” She was matching his steps now, coming closer just as he was to her, a couple of things hit him first obviously so there was still a distant between them, but she took her hands behind her and held tight peering up at him with those bottomless red eyes.
“Tell me monster, I want to know everything, you see I feel I can accomplish what you so pathetically failed to achieve. We are worlds apart you and I, but am will to cross the boundaries just this once for the knowledge you keep. Where did you go wrong Calder?”
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 9:38 pm
He broke away from this ghoul who was pressing him not for information, but for some sort of way to win him over. If she wanted to gain his favor in any way, she was taking all the wrong roads. Now he was worried that be wasn't a good boil at all and was just sub-conscientiously covering his own rear to keep safe. Was that it? Was he just doing good because he had been in a whole heap of trouble? Was he bound to drown again - and not in the socially appropriate way? He hoped not! He was just starting to get a few friends and not have people look at him with worry and concern every time he passed a water fountain. It wasn't fun to be feared or hated, and it was almost worse as being completely ignored or given the cold shoulder. Attention was nice, but not that type!
As for THIS type of attention, he didn't want that either.
Stepping back, he broke away from the ghoul who seemed insistent to be close to him. "I don't have a price! There's nothing I want fro you. You're crazy! You want to go about and kill some student. You'll get expelled, and not only that, have the Boogies after you. You shouldn't even be thinking of doing what I did. I shouldn't even be around someone like you. I think you must have been standing around some fumes or maybe there is a extra dose of air in that ghost head of yours, but let me make this really clear for you. I do not. Want to. Drown. Anyone. It was all a huge instinct fluke I had around water and being a kelpie. I was just....tempted." He was flustered and worried that just talking about this would somehow get him in trouble. Who knew if Hellma had her shadows all around that could listen on every student for when they even thought of starting trouble.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 8:26 am
Sarias took a step back, easing the tension between them just a little, not that it would do much good! The monster was already worked up; if anything all she would do is make things worse. Well as the saying goes if you can win them, beat them. Taking a seat on the edge of the bath (squashing un-gods knows what and instantly regretting the decision) she crossed one leg over the other as her hands gripped onto the edge with clawed fingers, the bath beneath her was dark and murky and every so often drips from unknown places would distil the calm waters. She looked like she was pushing back slightly, lifting her supporting leg of the ground so she was balanced just on the edge her form wavering slightly as she grinned.
“Tempted now are we?” she chuckled softly, purring at him as she leaned over and swirled a finger in to the water her body twisting away from him, perilously balanced.
“I think…I think I don’t even have to ask. You are. You want to hold me down. Don’t deny it. Its apart of you, like you said a kelpie instinct.” Her face turned back to see him now but instead of the grin that had been there mere moments before was now only anger.
“And that is why you are so pathetic boil!” She cupped the water with the twirling hand and threw it across the room in a sudden rage not caring where or who she hit.
“Drowning is apart of who you are! You are a kelpie, renowned for the fear you place in the heart of every human walking near water. And yet you wish to hold that back!? This place, this place is crushing your very identity! So what if a student dies doing what you are meant to be doing, born to do, surely you are just doing what nature intended!" Her eyes were flashing a dangerous red as she gripped the edge of the bath with fierce determination, she wanted it to crack under her, to smash everything this stupid monster had accepted and believed.
“If someone is weaker and can’t fight back, can’t win, then they shouldn’t be allowed to exist! You are doing us a favour, killing the feeble, allowing the best to continue. There may be millions of humans to harvest but we continue to grow at a rapid speed too.” Jumping up she paced around the room as her anger swelled, her wisps lashing out at anything, wrapping around table legs, books, swarming around the homework and flipping them up into the air as they danced on the emotion that filled the room.
“Soon there won’t be enough to feed all of us. I applaud you for your courage in doing something that is as apart of you as you eyes or nose. But not if you admit defeat like this, not if you fear those that may judge you for being nothing more than who you are. Then you are no worse than those you should be striking down, nothing worse than the meat filled sacks of FEAR that we reap.” She stopped in front of him and looked down her nose, her feet no longer touching the ground as her tendrils supported her and she gathered herself up tall and intimidating. “Your worse than the s**t the humans stand in if you believe for a second what you are denying yourself is right.”
And with this she leant over, her hand cupping his face as she brought her own closer, too close. “Calder you’re the first boil that has ever stood out to me for all the right reasons” she cooed softly as she look over at him, the menace slightly gone but the burning heat still there, always and forever there behind her eyes.
“Don’t disappoint me for the thoughts of others where me and you could do so much together. You are so close to perfection I can see you just need my help to tip you over, won’t you let me?” If Calder didn’t put a stop to this now he is going to get one frosty b***h all over those lips.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 10:23 am
Calder wanted nothing more to do with this ghoul. She was pushy, assumed too much, and clearly felt herself higher up than others. While he was wary of ghosts for the simple fact they were intangible, he was starting to grow a strong dislike for them. Usually he’d imagine tearing off limbs, but what sort of harm could you imagine on a ghost? He wondered if you could rip apart a ghost while it was solid, or stomp on ghost bones. Could you trample in the skull of a ghost? Maybe that was why she was so cocky? She felt invincible, and that invincibility might make her feel above repercussions and Halloweentown law.
His deeper thoughts were all together wiped out the moment the ghoul rose up to move about his room, showing what she had actually squashed when she sat on the bathtub. “…….galgin?” He whispered, moving over to look at the half-smashed leech. It gave off a small whine, looking up at the kelpie and wondering what had happened. Slowly picking the injured leech up, he tried to steady his breathing. The little guy wasn’t looking well, and he wondered if FEAR would be enough to keep him alive. Looking about, he went over to find some of that Fear candy he had set aside and took one out, setting it down and gently placing the leech beside it. Sadly, it didn’t look up to eating. It looked tired. It looked gone.
Her words were floating by him as easily as she was, washing down him in cold waves as he felt his blood boil. With luck, galgin might make it. Maybe. Hopefully. However, the very fact she came into his room to speak little of him, try to get him, try to enlist him, and then wreak his things in the process, his friends in the process, without any care or concern was enough to tip the usually friendly kelpie off the deep end.
Whipping about, his usually vibrant, moss-colored eyes were deep, swamp green to the point of almost being black. His stand was hard and his hooves planted deep into the moss-covered ground of his room. As close as she was, just a breath away (if she could breathe), it was easy to reach up and touch her cheek. “Deary, you know nothing about perfection.” To this he gripped her neck, delighted by how solid it was, and threw her down onto the ground. Her tendrils might hold her up, but flipping anyone onto their back let them loose their footing (or in this case – wisping).
Hand gripping around her neck, fingernails digging into the pale of her skin, he knelt down, looming close over her body. Leaning, he spoke into her ear, words velvet cool. “You know nothing of monsters. Weak and sickly die off first and are easy pickings, but the strongest, healthiest creatures are the ones that produce the most appealing fear and taste. Why would I ever want to hunt here when all of my kind aspire to hunt in the other world where the challenge and game is more rewarding? To travel between two worlds and collect as much Fear as any of my kind for the glory of my own clan. Stacks and stacks of names have been written for such achievements.” To which he kicked behind him a pile of kelpie historical texts he had been given for a upcoming examine. Names of grand members of the Devon and various other clans.
“Aye, lass. I might like drowning. To see the water rise above the crown of a victim as it trashes wildly in the swampy depths, but without a strong body, toned and well cared for, the fight doesn’t last as long. They give up, the limbs moving about, weak and feeble, have no allure and turn the stomach, and it sours the experience all too early. Drowning is who I am, but not all that I am, and a kelpie without control winds up eating the worst scarps. Even discipline can reward freedoms.”
To this he slipped his other hand to her cheek, cupping her face as he released his grip on her neck, letting her breath or whatever else was required. “…and I don’t take advice from imperfect scraps like you.” To this he rose off her body, standing tall as he moved to the door and threw it open. “Have fun being chased by the Boogiemen when you fail. Red is a hard woman and I hear she bites hard. Then again, if she catches you, that just meant you were one of those ones that lost and therefor don’t deserve to exist.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 8:19 am
If it wasn’t for the tight hands wrapped around her neck she could have laughed in his face for joy. Her throat was just for show, neither wanted nor needed. But for the laws of the school for which she had to abide by for now meant her skull pin remain safely on, always. But real flesh or not that didn’t mean she couldn’t feel pain or discomfort. She was made deadly clear of that fact when she screamed in this form, the skull pin couldn’t keep her safe for the explosive force that was her voice. So yet again she had to succumb to its rules and the force of the hit made the ectoplasm within the cocoon of solid flesh vibrate with sheer force. It made her head scream out as the waves of herself crashed against the barriers, crying for calm within her form. He held her fast but she let him, even if his nails pricked at her skin wanting to draw the transparent ectoplasmic blood from her body she didn’t struggle, didn’t want too.
He was leaning over her now, making sure his voice could be heard in the mounds of hair covering her features, his voice was enticing and deep, menacing, all that she had been working towards and she almost let out a small whimper in lust. This was the beast she had heard about, the monster that had struck Fear into his peers, friends and fellow students. She almost sulked when he let her go, the indentation of his hands still apparent on her skin as darker swirls of gray came to fill them out.
She pushed herself up with her wisps; they were quieter now but still prone to snappish reactions when they touched something. Her chest was heaving slightly, no air to fill those lungs but none the less it felt right to pant slightly after what just happened, one hand resting on her chest while the other came to stroke her long blue locks over her shoulder to spill down, creasing each thread she grinned at him. “Oh baby am in trouble.”
“Oh Calder…am so imperfect yet I can still make you lose yourself, I must have some power yet.” She whispered as she went to walk past him, her visit was defiantly over, she had done her job but her eyes never left him for a second. “Why your new controlled 'self' is really something to behold, well done you!” She spat sarcastically at him, twisting her hair with each word that made her want to laugh. “Remember to tell your friend’s ‘good job’ as well, it has totally worked for you, so calm and collected. They will be letting you gremlin-sit any day now. No harm or danger to anyone! Just remember how you lost it just now with you pretty words of ancestry and pride.”
She stopped beside him suddenly, tempting fate with every second and shrugged her shoulders in mock defeat, her wisps once again climbing up his legs and round his torso seeking out hidden places. “ And I couldn’t agree with you more, if am caught and perish, well who am I to call myself a Banshee? Yet…I don’t see myself getting caught do you? You see only stupid students get caught, I don’t. Remember that as well wont you?” she stepped out of his door with a graceful twirl, blowing him a kiss as she passed, her icy breath tickling his face as she grinned, her hips swaying to and fro as she eventually made her way down the corridor. “Come find me when you tire of this pathetic life you’ve adopted, come find me when you call a pair of balls or –" and she stopped mid sentence and turned. “ - or if you ever want to repeat that little position you just tried out on me in more…minimum attire I won’t be one to scream stop! Hahaha, bye Calder!”
And she was gone, her wisps and dress flowing and scraping past the walls as she turned a corner out of sight, her heels catching the floor in a rhythmic tapping until silence remained. Yet sadly her presence would echo for hours to come.
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