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 Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 12:33 pm
Moure figured that he should probably get himself familiarized with the local shopping center, now that he actually attended the Academy. After all, he'd only actually been to this maul once, and it had been on a Food Run for a certain guitar-playing reaper... In any case, Moure had decided to jog (Of course, he jogging was about as fast as normal people's running, but...) out to the nearby maul. After all, he would probably get Errands to come pick things up from here eventually, and he wanted to make sure he knew his way around the building fairly well.
The Runner paused at the large directory map, debating which area to look over first. Scanning the options, the patchwork settled on visiting the clothing areas first. After all, Prom was coming up very soon. He DID already have something to wear (he'd brought it from home, for some weird reason), but it was always good to check out the local stores, right?
With that in mind, the agile patchwork made his way up the clothing departments. He didn't really have much to do up there anyway, but it was always good to look around, right? Maybe someone would need some assistance with something...
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 1:28 pm
Why was she even here?
That's all Sarias could think about at this very moment. What the heck was she doing here? and looking at Prom dresses no less!? "You call this fashion! My Shadow pup leaves more fashionable messes on the floor!" Her voice rang out to no-one in particular, as long as she was heard was all that mattered. With a swift hand she pulled half a dozen dresses of the railings, sneering at a shop assistant as she walked past. "Pick that up." Her voice snapped like a whip behind the ghoul as she darted out of the Banshee's way. The student made no other remark or even acknowledge her again as she picked up the items one by one. She was done here but her mind wasn't finished on the Prom event at hand.
"Why would I ever attend such an event! Full of idiots dancing around like fools, copping off with other freaks and then at the end someone would be crowned king and queen of the pissing lot. ******** congrats to them". She would be no part of it. She actually had important things to worry about, like her up and coming Coven summons, fixing up the derby rink....trying to kill Junko, LW and maybe someone else to make it an even three was just all too much to think about! She needed a break!
Walking out of "Headless Brides and Prom BOOtique" she leaned heavy against the window with a sigh. It didn't matter that a Monster and its daughter were trying to look at something at that very moment. A scowl in the right direction had them moving on as Sarias adopted a face struck with disgust and fury. She was not in the mood....when was she ever. But on this day she was extremely annoyed. She needed something to cheer her up. Maybe be an Eyescream, or a new set of chains? Or the destruction of some withering maggot underfoot...."Ahhh bingo".
The undead was making a shoddy attempt at walking as he made his way into the designer section. A fierce growl of excitement made its escape as Sarias sauntered over. Any other day she would have chased the undead with a flaming pitchfork out of the maul. She couldn't stand them. They smelt bad, looked bad, you couldnt even kill them without it being a complete ball-ache! Yet she dismissed this unbiased views for a moment as she walked straight into the student. Sarias attempt at accidentally bumping into the boil was pathetic to say the least, she by no means made a play to apologise instead she expected the boil to that for her.
"You do realise the city rubbish tip is...that way" She pointed to the south of the building, her other hand coming to rest on her hip as she looked over him. "I don't think I have to tell you twice do i? Or can there actually be a use for...you people?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 2:06 pm
Moure wasn't even sure why he was in this part of the maul anyway, but he'd figured it was best to stay out of anyone's way. It seemed most of the ghouls running around were seriously on missions to find dresses in time for the soon-approaching Prom. The patchwork couldn't blame them, when he saw most of the frantic looks on their faces.
For once, he was glad his creator, the very scary Dr. Cphira, had actually told him to take a suit of some kind to school. It had meant he wouldn't have to deal with this kind of insane shopping that was going on. (Sure, the suit he had was uncanningly similar to that of a chauffeur's uniform, but...it would work, in any case.)
While he was standing still, one of the few times he wasn't walking aronud unless he was talking to someone, suddenly a ghoul bumped into him. Sure, it hadn't been his fault, but Moure automatically said, "Ah, my apologies. I didn't see you there."
And how he hadn't seen the ghoul, with her electric blue hair and her...interesting clothing style and all, was a bit beyond the patchwork. Then however, the ghoul began speaking, and right off the bat, the very first impression of her was, "Oh man, she sounds like Dr. Cphira." He waited her the ghoul to finish her derogatory first remarks, then raised an eyebrow, partially un-nerved by how similar she seemed to his creator. (He was determined not to show it, though.) "I didn't, actually, but I wasn't going there anyway." His expression was neutral, if not a little on the irked side, as he slightly looked in the direction she had pointed. At her next statement, Moure's eyes narrowed slightly.
Moure had been built for being useful. And in all actually, although he probably didn't realize it himself, he was actually rather acceptable as far as social classes went. He actually wasn't too bad looking for a patchwork, he didn't smell and he wasn't rotting, he was well-proportioned and was made of Good Parts, and he usually wasn't falling apart, after all. (And even then, it usually was only his left arm that fell off.)
Moure's voice was carefully neutral as he responded to her biting statement. "I like to think of myself as very useful, actually. I'm a Runner, after all." And Runners were VERY useful, thank you very much.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 2:17 pm
Sarias snorted in retort, she had never heard of such a thing. The undead were the undead. Rotting corpses. Just because this one seemed to be more fresh than the others did not separate him from that little truth and the fact he was trying to make himself sound well...wanted? Well that wouldn't do at all.
"Runner? Prey tell what is a runner? I don't speak common as you can tell, try and use some big words ok? You know say Ca-t, d-og...Aww poor thing, its so stupid it can't tell what am saying. There there." She motioned to pat him on the head in jest, keeping her hand as fair away from the boils hair as she possibly could while pulling off the move. She didn't want to catch anything.
"I am to assume you make yourself useful with what ever you do, although i doubt it very much." It was then i idea took hold, one win which would squash her boredom and relieve some tension building up behind the eyes.
"Hmm...tell me, how would you 'run' for me little boil? Lets pretend i give a dam and show me what you got?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 2:57 pm
As she continued to speak down at him, Moure attempted not to glare at the ghoul. She was seriously starting to remind him of his mother, and it was kind of freaking him out a little. He was hiding it well though, and managed not to snort at her commentary. What was a Runner? Well, that was something he could answer, easy. "A Runner, since you apparently don't know, is a patchwork built to follow specific Orders, such as Errand Running. This can range from anything between Food Runs, Deliveries, Transportation, Message or Letter Carrying, following Commands, Chauffeuring, Serving, or anything else that the Master could require to be done in a short amount of time. These Orders are usually following set Perimeters or Conditions from the person giving the Order or Command." He finished listing off things, looking at her with slightly narrowed eyes. "Those words big enough for you?"
There, he'd answered her about what he was useful for, along with what a Runner was. Two birds with one stone, right?
As she spoke, the ghoul seriously was reminding him of Dr. Cphira. Everything she said reminded him of her personality, and Moure wondered if it was possible that this ghoul knew his mother somehow. If she did, he figured she would probably be best friends with his creator.
Well, that or they would rip each other apart. (Oddly enough, Moure was actually kind of pleased with this thought. Weird.)
As she asked about if he would 'run' for her, Moure's expression shifted into a slight smirk. If there was one thing he could do, it was Run. "Give me a target to run to, and you'll see how fast I can go." He might even step it up from his normal jogging speed to his casual running speed (have fun trying to keep up with him, anyone who didn't have a motorized vehicle on hand) or maybe even faster than that.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 7:01 am
If the ghoul looked any more bored she would have been asleep, she played with a curl of hair, wrapping it around her finger until the tip started to go a dark blue, her face grinning at the pain it was inflicting on this form. (Um Sarias, isn’t the aim is to torture others?) She was actually quite interested in what the boil had to say not knowing what a runner did. Now he had explained it, it was pretty obvious but she didn’t let it show instead opting for a further sneer of contempt as she looked him up and down.
“I doubt you can fart without falling to pieces corpse…but I am always up for a challenge.” She added with a grin. Maybe it would be fun? Or at least she can get him to do stuff. She liked it when that happened, people performing tasks for her. It calmed her moods ordering students about. Maybe there was hope for this boil yet?
She tapped the side of her cheek with a clawed finger mulling over the target she would chose for this demonstration. Her low voice humming slightly as she pondered on the worst place she could see, finally settling on the bronze and marble fountain depicting a headless horseman in action, scythe swinging through the air at a human and slicing perfectly through its neck. The boys head on the ground was covered in the water splitting from the gaping wound. A truly beautiful masterpiece.
“We will start easy before I give you any credit for what you do…I may as well know your name them Boil so I can call you back like the good doggy you are.”
She held out a perfectly manicured hand, her blue skin glistening in the maul lights as waited for him to take it.
“Sarias, Sarias Blacksling. And I think…am going to have lots of fun with you.”
That can’t possibly be good.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 10:08 am
Moure raised at eyebrow, eyes still narrowed a bit, was the ghoul played with her hair. She was taunting him, it seemed. This blue-haired ghoul's behavior seemed similar enough to his Creators that he could understand that she was toying around with him.
Which really wasn't going to be good for the Runner.
At her statement, Moure rolled his eyes, trying not to scoff at her words. The only thing stopping him from doing so was probably his instincts for when he was dealing with people like his 'Mother': Quiet down and take it or she'll flay you alive. Even with his instincts telling him not to talk back too much, Moure couldn't help but say, "I don't fall apart. I was built better than that." That statement was ALMOST completely true. (Although if Dr. Cphira was here, she would agree with him about that statement completely. No work of hers wasn't immaculately made, after all!) It was only his left arm that ever fell off...He hoped it wouldn't choose anytime soon to do so, since that would just be horrible in his present company. To the latter part of her words, Moure said with a somewhat competitive smirk, "So am I. What kind of challenge did you have in mind?"
The Runner watched the ghoul look around the mall. When her gaze seemed to settle on something, Moure followed it. She was looking at the water fountain of the headless horseman.
At her words, he automatically gave a nod. "Just tell me where you want me to run, and I'll show you what I can do...." At her 'doggy' comment, Moure's eyes narrowed again, but he responded all the same. "My name is Moure Koure."
As she offered out her hand, Moure reached out and shook it lightly. He assumed by what he'd seen of her personality so far that she probably expected him to kiss her hand, but Moure was rather sure that she wouldn't want a 'corpse' like him kissing it anyway, so he settled for a handshake instead.
As she introduced herself, Moure felt a slight chill on the back of his neck. The way she spoke the final statement reminded him so much of his Creator that Moure couldn't help but mentally cringe a bit.
None of this could possibly be good for the poor patchwork Runner.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 9:56 am
Sarias continued to grin at her new toy. She ponder on those stitches, they looked so flimsy, how would it feel to take a pair of scissor and snip at each of them, one by one. It looked like a chill had run down her spine as she shook her head from the thoughts the followed. Was she blushing? What ever she was thinking of she looked bit too hungrily at his form.
"Like I said I don't want you falling apart too soon, I think the first challenge I will put forward too you is reaching that fountain. If your as fast as you say I don't want to be waiting here for longer than...hmm lets say...the time it takes me to bleed this rat dry?" From out of the bag that slung low across her hips she pulled forth a plain brown rat (what was she doing with it anyway!) It looked battered, it looked half dead....it looked extremely feral and wild. She pushed a long nail to it neck and it hurriedly tried to bite her, its teeth rotten and yellow.
Her empty eyes seemed to grin at the look from the student. "Do not pity it boil. This rat is plagued, it will die a long, slow and agonising death for days on end. I was going to watch it happen but... it will serve a decent purpose in life after all." She let her own teeth bare in a menacing scowl as she held it out, the rat now trying to bite the boil as red froth appeared at its mouth, the banshees cackle starting up as it scrabbled to tear at his flesh.
"I think you should run now, don't you?" With a flick she ran her deadly nail along it neck and let the decaying blood drip over her hands as she watched the boys with added fire in her eyes. "NOW!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 7:43 pm
Moure felt the blue-haired ghoul's eyes watching him, studying him even. He'd gotten similar looks from 'friends' that his Doctor had brought over, people who were looking to see just how good Roxanna Cphira's 'work' actually was. It was the look of wondering just how fast he could be taken apart and rebuilt, weither Moure was cooporating or not. It analytical enough that Moure felt as if he was under interrogation for simply existing.
Moure did not like That Look.
It seemed she was...slightly blushing now, though, which confused Moure severely, although he was more comfortable with the latter look than the previous one. Although now, he could practically feel the hunger in her eyes, knowing this was not going to be good for him, whatever it was.
Finally, the challenge came. Moure tried not to question as to where she'd gotten that rat from (or why she'd had it in her bag anyway...) and simply focused on the matter at hand, the Order she was speaking. A challenge of running to the Headless Horseman Fountain, and probably back? (He assumed the returning to her was implied, as she said she would be waiting over here, after all.) He gave a nod as she finished speaking the Order's Conditions, his expression taking on one of seriousness and almost a business-like feel. Errand Running was his job, so the expression fit, in any case.
At her words of not pitying the rat, he looked from the rabid, now mouth-frothing creature back to the ghoul in front of him, and he felt an ever growing similarity between her and his Doctor. Moure could practically tell that this ghoul would probably love to see a patchwork being taken apart, watching them writhe and squirm as their bodies were torn apart and rebuit.
She probably would have loved it.
He blinked once to clear his head of the thoughts he was having, directing them back to the topic at hand, the Order. Moure was waiting for the wave of the flag, the gun-shot, or in this case, the bleeding of the rat to begin. A racer couldn't afford a foul start, after all.
As she slit the rodent's throat, he paused for a slight moment to wait and see if she had any last second additions to the Order. When she barked out the final, "NOW" Moure gave a resolute nod and took off.
The title of Runner wasn't given out to just any patchworks, and Moure was no exception. His build was exactly that of an amazing runner (most of his Parts from great runners of the past, too) and the boil's long legs allowed him to clear a lot of ground in each stride. Perhaps it was because he felt like he had to prove himself to this ghoul who reminded so much of his Doctor, but Moure was stepping past his usual 'Gears' of sorts.
Moure was a patchwork who had several speed ranges, which he called 'Gears' that he usually broke up into: Fast Walking (which was probably about as fast as a normal person's jog), Jogging (similarly faster than another's running), Running (which was faster than a lot of people in general at all, between most slower cars and normal people's top running speed), and his Top Speed (which you probably would need a motorized ride to catch him in). He varied between them, usually running his Errands at his Jogging speed, occasionally dipping into his true Running, and almost never into his Top Speed. (Top Speed was for when you had two minutes to get something to the other side of Dr. Cphira's estate or you would be flayed alive, thank you very much.)
While Moure usually stated in his Jogging, he was actually Running this time. Not his Top Speed, but it was still rather impressive, especially since he was managing to avoid running into people as well. It didn't take long at all for him to each the Fountain, and he slow down enough that he could simply step onto the rim, point down at what he was standing on, and jump back off. (He wanted to make sure that she had seen that he had, in fact, gotten to the Fountain.) From there, he shifted Gears back into Running and made his way back the way he'd came.
Out from behind a crowd came a food vendor and their trolley, directly into Moure's path. The Runner reacted just in time by putting his hand out and onto the surface of the cart. Using his speed, he simply vaulted around the edge of the surprised vendor's trolley, much like someone performing a parkour move would.
Even with that delay, Moure slid into the the spot where he'd stood literally not even minutes before. When he came to a stop, he looked at the blue-haired ghoul, Sarias, and said with a nod, "Order completed. Is the rat dry?" Moure looked at the blood spilled across her hands from the diseased rat, watching the foam at the creature's mouth slowly simmer down. There was no way the rat could be dry in the time he'd taken. (After all, he'd run from the school here, gotten two pizzas before, run back, and it'd been under ten minutes at a similar speed, so there should be no way that the rat could have bled out yet...)
Perhaps he'd proved his worth to this ghoul, finally?
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 5:07 am
Sarias watched with apt fascination. The boil was doing what she said. Ohh how she loved it when someone did that! Even if he were a mere patchwork who had to follow orders you got your frills when you could and this certainly was exciting. She purred to herself as she watched him skilfully move through the crowds, a sweat never breaking out, never stumbling. He was graceful...or a graceful as someone can get with body parts belong to a dozen other people. But Sarias could help it, she was impressed, albeit reluctantly. Her eyes flashed approval as he made his way back, a small "ohh" of approval as he dodged the food vendor to finally stop before her.
"Hmph!..." she may have been affected by his performance but her frown never once left her lips as she peered down at the rat which was....sadly still trying to gnaw at her fingers. With a snap she broke its neck with her thumb and flung it the side, the bloodied hand coming to rest on Moure's shoulder as she wiped it off in plain view.
"........W-well done I guess, you can follow simple orders, your status has grown above gremlurk s**t..." she stuttered rolling her eyes. She hated being proved wrong but at least she got to kill something out of it! Right? RIGHT!?? She finished cleaning her hands before moving closer to the boil. Her chest hitting him first before she stopped, her hands playing with a thread near his collar as she cooed slightly.
"But the question is my little runner....is how do I have fun with you now? I have some ideas of course but am not the cruel person the others make out of me. I could make it worth your while? Hmm? What do you say?" It may have been good to know that not all these ideas were entirely legal.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 5:53 pm
Moure wasn't sure exactly what to expect as a response from the ghoul when he'd reached her location again, but he was expecting the worst. He looked to her hand as she grumbled, watching the rat attempt to gnaw on her hands with growing relief in his mind. He'd completely the Order in the Perimeters given, and thus would not be punished for a Failure...at least that's how it would've worked back at at Cphira's lab. Out here, he wasn't exactly sure of what to expect.
He gave a slight cringe as she snapped the rat's neck with her thumb and then threw it for the maul cleaners to eventually remove. Broken bones weren't really too much of a problem for a patchwork, but how she just killed a living creature so thoughtlessly reminded Moure very much of his own Doctor again, which was always unpleasant. He'd left home to get away from her after all, and yet here was someone just like here, in the maul of all places. Moure mentally braced himself and managed not to pull back or flinch when Sarias simply reached up and wiped the decaying blood of the rat off on his shoulder. It was a good thing he knew how to get old blood out of clothes (his arm's...issues had taught him how to handle that, after all).
The stutter in Sarias' voice as she gave him a back-handed compliment brought an unexpected wave of near-smug warmth to Moure's RPM-meter of a heart. The fact that he'd proven himself to be better then what she had expected pleased him, and he felt as if he'd impressed his 'mother' indirectly somehow by impressing this blue-haired ghoul. "Good to know your opinion of me has improved." He said, managing to keep a smirk off his face. As she took a step forward, Moure managed not to move back, although he was ready to spring away should she attempt anything drastic. Her actions took him off guard though, more out of confusion and surprise then anything else. Why was she suddenly so close? What sent up a big red flag though was when she started to touch some of his thread near his throat. He managed not to pull back, afraid that it might somehow damaged the thread she was playing with.
Moure's first mental impression of her cooing words could only be described to roughly be: 'This can't be good.' Along with a lot of, 'Get out right now, she sounds just like Cphira, get out get out get out' type of thoughts. Moure swallowed, out of reflex more then need, and said while leaning back slightly, "What kind of... ideas are you talking about?" Moure knew never to agree to something without knowing the details, or in this case the general idea at least, first, especially if it could be considered a Deal. (Moure knew this ghoul looked like a ghost, but he didn't want to risk anything if Sarias was actually a demon in disguise.)
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 10:03 am
Sarias let out a soft singing chuckle, hard to image anything nice coming from one who spent most of their time spilling vile and poison from those blue lips. Hard to think that there was ever a good reason for her to laugh without someone getting hurt in the process.
"Oh Moure, do you not trust me?" She added with a raised eyebrow, the finger that played with the thread suddenly grew taunt as she twisted it, her eyes alighting as she saw it did indeed in-bedded into his skin and she pulled, hard, like he was a misbehaving dog on a leash.
"I don't think I have to answer to you, do I?" It came across as more of a threat than a question. A very threatening statement. "But...I guess I can't expect you to follow every order without question. I am glad to see you have some brain cells left un-decayed to ask...but....here is not the time or place to be discussing such matters..." She gave another deep grin as she pulled into him slightly, a hand coming to slowly cup the boil face as she leaned forward her ice cold skin touching his as she whispered into his ear.
"Visit me at my dorm room in a few days, just you, no one else and we shall discuss in greater detail what I have planned for you my little runner." She moved back not waiting for an answer but instead blowing gently as she moved away from his cheek so his skin could feel the cold icicles settle on his flesh. As if the moment was broken with a hammer the ghoul flipped her hair from her face and wiggled her hips in excitement, straightening up before the patchwork as if she were about to glide down a cat walk.
"Do NOT disappoint me corpse, I think I am going to look forward to your visit." She readjusted her top with a few tugs and began to glide past him, her head held high and looking straight ahead. Ignoring him almost. If it wasn't for the hand that shot out from her side it would have felt like she had never even acknowledged the boil to begin with. Without hesitation her fingers snapped the thread she had been playing with moments before and gave it a little shake as if waving a hankie in farewell. "I'll be seeing you real soon boil, real soon...." As she continued further into the maul, her voice resonating of the walls as she went it was more than a little unsettling to know that hysterical laughter was soon to follow.
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