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 Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 12:09 am
Moure had finally found his way to the Cafeteria (seemed that Shun had pointed him in the right direction after all (Moure would have to thank him again later)) and was looking at the building with a bit of a critical eye. He had to know all of the pathways around, out, in, and from the building if he wanted to be able to run Errands around here after all. He looked around the outside for a few moments, then went inside. Had to check that out too, of course.
The tall patchwork surveyed the interior of the building quickly. There were people sitting around at tables, and what appeared to be a...'food area', for lack of a better description. There was, conveniently, a map of the campus (maybe around the size of a large poster) leaning up against one wall though, probably left over from someone at the Open House. He looked at it, trying to memorize the routes between buildings.
Well, at least he knew where he was now, and which paths he would have to take later, if only to become familiarized with them.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 12:20 am
Claire was bored.
Everything was simply boring today. Giant explosion in the science rooms? Boring.
She was munching on her twelve bowls of spaghetti when she saw him. Her eyes widened and the day was suddenly much less boring.
No.
No, Claire.
You're a demon, Claire. He's undead. You're a demon! A DEMON!
The voice was pushed down by a much louder
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~
Her eyes widened as she watched him. He was so... perfect. She just watched him for a while, leaning on her left arm.
He was a fiiiiiine boil.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 10:00 pm
Moure was outlining a pathway in his mind, one that would take him all the way around the campus if he ran it long enough, when he suddenly got the feeling that someone or something was watching him.
Slowly, the patchwork began to turn, looking around a bit. Who had it been? He knew he'd felt eyes on him (he'd learned to listen to the instinct that told him so (after all, back 'home' it was usually Dr. Cphira watching him, and you always wanted to do the best work in front of her.)), but he didn't know how it would have been in the populated Cafeteria.
After a moment of scanning the crowds (and ironically just missing looking at the ghoul would was the perpetrator), Moure turned back to the map. He did still need to know these paths, after all.
No matter that someone was watching him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:22 pm
Eleven bowls of cereal down, one to go.
She needed something to keep her eyes away from the patchwork boil.
She ate her last spaghetti strand before she realized she was still hungry.
"I need more spaghetti." she said aloud to herself, her expression turning slightly glum as she watched him further.
So dreamy. He was like a very pretty quilt that she really wanted to snuggle.
Mind on the task of eating spaghetti, Claire. Mind on the task. Look at those legs, though... No. Look at your spaghetti. Much more important. Those legs, though...NO. SPAGHETTI. NOW! Legs...Spag---LEGS! Spaghetti. Delicious... Like those leg--SPAG. HET. TI.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:49 pm
Moure felt eyes on him again, and then he heard a voice even through all the chattering of the Cafeteria. He had heard some one say his name, along with an Order. In his mind, his brain had translated the statement of "I need more spaghetti" to "I need spaghetti, Moure". He had been called upon. Someone needed him.
The patchwork immediately looked up from the map, seamlessly slipping around to look at the crowd. Someone had said his name. (No matter that he had only told his name to a few people (his brain wasn't being logical right now, after all.)) Someone had an Errand for him.
His eyes settled on a brown-haired, green-eyed ghoul. There. His long Runner's legs quickly closed the distance between the map and the table she was eating at. He looked at the empty bowls then back at the girl, "Did you want me to get you some more spaghetti...?" He was just confirming the Order, but the result was that Moure was talking to this girl.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 12:25 am
...Yes.
He..talking...to...Claire...
Claire looked up, flushed.
"T-That would be gr--great, thank you! If yo-you want to get one for yourself there's room here."
She gestured to the empty four-seater table. Nobody liked to sit with Claire for some reason. It was fairly clean today, that was good. Plus Claire was wearing her good clothes.
Wait... I don't need to be impressive. He's an UNDEAD. Yeah. An undead... with nice le-- AN UNDEAD.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 12:51 am
Moure wasn't exactly sure why this ghoul was blushing so. He'd simply asked to confirm her Order. Perhaps that was just a species thing, that she blushed when she spoke? Maybe? Well, Moure didn't have much experience with ghouls, so he didn't really know what to make of her blushing.
She did, however, confirm her Order. A food run. His eyes scanned the many bowls, counting them in his head. Twelve bowls...the ghoul could really put food away, couldn't she? Well, bringing twelve bowls back would probably be a safe bet, right? He gave a nod and slight bow. "I'll be right back then."
With that, he slipped through the crowd, gracefully avoiding people and getting to the counter in a matter of moments. After all, the boil was fast. There he ordered the twelve bowls of spaghetti and piled around four on a tray, then put another tray on top of that, and repeated until he had all the spaghetti bowls accounted for. After all, it would be more efficient to take them all at once. And Moure was a very efficient person. He almost turned, then looked back at the lunchlady and ordered another bowl. If the ghoul wanted him to eat with her, he might as well do so. (It could havve been an indirect Order, after all.)
Carefully balancing the last bowl on the rims of the others, Moure picked up the bottom tray. Carefully, and still swiftly (those Runner's legs were no joke when it came to speed), he carried the food back. He paused to bump some forks and spoons (he didn't know this ghoul's preference, after all) onto some napkins on one of the trays, and then continued back toward the demoness's lunch table. In a matter of moments, he was back, and shifted the trays completely to his right hand. With the speed and class of someone trained in the occupation of being a waiter (In his defense, Dr. Cphira had made him learn at some point in time, so she could have "dinner parties" and have her Runner patchwork serve them), Moure placed the napkins down and then placed the dishes out for this ghoul.
Having put all of the bowls down for the demoness, he took the last bowl, a napkin, and a fork (aka the last things on the tray) and set them out before a seat opposite of the ghoul. She HAD indirectly told him to eat with her, after all. "If you're sure it's alright for me to sit here..." After all, she WAS a demon. He pulled out the chair and sat down. "If there's anything you need, just tell me." Moure was being Moure again. If she needed anything, Moure wouldn't hesitate to go fetch it for her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 1:18 am
This was very very wrong and Claire knew it. Very wrong. Nonetheless, Claire waited for the boil. He came back with---twelve?
Okay.
Fine.
This boil is amazing.
What would Barth think?
Claire didn't even know where Barth was... So she could get away with stuff! Awesomeeeeeee. Plus, Barth was having a relationship with his patchwork servant, right? Well, that's what it looked like, anywayz.
"Of course! You can sit here! Feel free to have some spaghetti by the way. I-I'm Claire. Y-You're very fast..."
CLAIRE STOP BLUSHING HFDIVUHDHRI
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 1:45 am
The ghoul looked pleased with how he had interpreted the Order to be twelve bowls for her (and one bowl for him). Mission accomplished.
She was stuttering a bit, and blushing again too. Maybe it was just a species thing? (After all, every time she'd spoken to him, she'd blushed, hadn't she?) When she mentioned that he could indeed sit here, Moure felt a bit more at ease. At least he had permission now. "Thank you, in that case..." Then she introduced herself, a thing Moure realized he had been forgetting to do recently. (But then again, in this case his brain had thought she already knew his name, right?) He gave her a nod and said, "I'm Moure." When she commented about how fast he had been, he offered her a slight grin and explained, "I'm a Runner. It's what I was built for." Usually that was enough explaination for most people.
She was blushing so much...was she alright? The Runner's cool blue eyes looked at her again for a moment, and he asked as much, "Is everything alright? Do you need anything?" Maybe it wasn't a blush. Maybe he'd messed up on her Order, and she was trying to keep the rage inside? Or maybe she was just...erhg, Moure didn't know. He didn't have experience with understanding ghouls, after all.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 12:11 am
Deep breaths.
Relax.
You're a high class demon, Claire. You could get any boil in the school.
...Those leg--
"Oh i'm fine thank you!" she said politely, fluttering her eyes "you're new, right? A-are you... uhm..." Claire started the conversation without thinking. What was a good question? "are you... have you... have you met anybody in the school?"
Claire didn't want to sound like she was asking for the reasons that she was, so she shrugged.
It was a preeeeeeeetty good shrug.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 10:40 pm
As the demoness mentioned that she was fine, Moure gave her a nod and then looked at the single bowl of spaghetti that he'd brought over for himself when he's brought the twelve back for her. He was going to start eating, he'd even put the fork into his pasta, when she started to ask him a question. Well, the start of a question. And she was fluttering her eyelids, too...was she...flirting? Maybe? As she mentioned/asked if he was new, Moure nodded. He could answer that, at least. "I am. Today's actually my first day."
And then she was finishing her question. Met anyone? Logical question, he supposed. "You're the third student I've met today, if that's what you meant." Why was she shrugging..? Well in any case, he ate a quick bite, waiting for her reply. It seemed Moure really did need more experience with ghouls. (If there had been a hidden meaning to Claire's question, it had gone right over Moure's head.)
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 12:13 am
"Who're the other two?" she said, using her best manners to eat her spaghetti. Very impressive.
Claire thought about this boil.
- On one hand, he is an undead.
- On the other... THOSE LEGS
- What if he has a bad personality? He seems okay so far...
- What if he doesn't like me at all? Wait, no... I'm a demon.
- If I... go for it... would I be judged? They'd look at his legs, though...
- THOSE LEGS
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 12:38 am
Claire wanted to know who he'd met? He could answer that. He nodded his head in the direction of the door he'd come in through. "I met a reaper named Shun a while ago. Accidently...rammed into him. Anyway, he gave me directions over here." He nodded, remembering he'd have to thank the reaper again for giving him accurate directions. He remembered what had happened even before that too. "And before that, I met another patchwork named Christof. He's my neighbor in the Undead dorms." He left out the part about how Christof had, ah, 'discovered' Moure's arm after it'd fallen off earlier in the day. (And also found Moure's boogeymon/guard-minipet had been protecting said arm and apparently not gotten off on the right foot with the Igor.)
He took another bite of the spaghetti after finishing, wondering if those were sutible answers for the ghoul he was apparently dining with. Was it really that important of who he'd met? Perhaps she was just trying to see if he'd met one of her friends yet or something. That was probably right.
Waiting for her response, he took another bite of his meal, conscious of the fact that he was sitting across the table from a demoness. (Sure, he'd been plenty exposed to demons eating (from when Cphira invited 'friends' over) but they were generally higher ranked than he was, so the idea of sitting at the same table with one and having a totally normal conversation was slightly...baffling.)
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 7:11 pm
(( sorry for lateness, my computer keeps playing up whenever I want to reply! ))
Claire nodded until she heard a name she recognized "I know Christof kinda sorta. He's my brother's... Friend? Or assistant... Anyway, he's got his mark. Do you like him so far?" again with the eyelid fluttering. Claire was doing it surprisingly smoothly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:29 am
(Don't worry about it, I'm being a slow poke too. l'D;; )
At the demoness's question, Moure gave a slight shrug. "I suppose so. Gibralter- he's my boogeymon- didn't really like him, but I think that had more to do with the situation than with Christof himself." Apparently, having your Master's arm stolen and being kicked hadn't left a good impression of the Igor on the boogeymon (of course, Moure didn't know about the latter part of that reason. He only knew of the arm-stealing part). Moure gave a nod, then spoke again. "You have a brother attending the school?" It seemed like a polite question to ask. That, and Moure had thought it would have been hard to get sibilings enrolled at the same time.
Moure took another bite of his spaghetti, wondering if she was going to eat any of hers. (After all, that had been why he'd come over in the first place, to get her more spaghetti.) Had he brought too much back?
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