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 Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 12:42 pm
Tybalt's reasons for being at the monsters dorms could be one of many. He could be visiting a friend or two that he had in this particular dorm. Or maybe he was pulling off his latest prank on that blasted gryphon, Ren? Whatever his reason, it would go unknown. Why? Because the dumb a** black dog had gotten himself lost. Again and in the monster dorm no less! Typical!
He could ask for directions. Yes, that certainly would have helped! Only, there was a small problem with that. Pride. He was not about to admit to anyone that he was lost. Least of all to a stranger. So the only option left was to wander aimlessly through the dorm and hope for the best. Which is exactly what he did.
Peeking around the corner of the hall, he carefully scooted along, hoping not to run into one of nastier students who lived here. It would have been just his luck, for that to happen. But... perhaps things would go better than he assumed?
Hey! He was trying to be an optimist here!
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 1:33 pm
His feathers rustled as he made his way through what for HIM was the proper dormitory. His tongue darted out at an unfamiliar smell, tasting the air and finding it... houndish.
Still, even if it was a fellow student he'd take what chances he could for scaring people, after all, his 'bipedal' form was one of the least intimidating on campus, he rather hated it.
The one advantage was that here, in the 'aviary' area of the Monster dorms for the winged creature there were places to come down from 'on high'... which is what he did. He coiled his tail around one rafter and lowered himself down behind the 'Black Dog' before hissing. "...Losssssst?" And giving a soft rustle of his most magnificent plumage.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 3:22 pm
Tybalt was unaware of the other boil's presence. Or anyone's for that matter. So to say that the black dog was spooked, when the other boil spoke, would be an understatement. In fact, it would be more accurate to say that he was scared shitless, because his first reaction was to jump about five feet into the air with a startled yelp.
"Jeez!" He breathed ( or would have if he was capable of breathing ), placing a hand over his heart. "If I was still alive, I would have had a heart attack just now."
At least the other boil didn't seem to be a threat. Or, he hoped not. It was really hard to judge people at first glance and to be honest, he had no idea what to expect from this... snake... bird... person... thing. Though once he realized the other had asked a question he immediately shook his head.
"Nope! Not lost! How could I be lost? That's just ridiculous."
"....."
"Yeah I'm lost." He finally admitted.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 3:57 pm
The laugh was sibilant, hissing amusement as it lowered itself from the rafters till an arch of it rested on the ground before releasing its hold from the rafters, coiling then rising to shift to a surprisingly -small- student form for something that had been such a large snake. Truth be told he might be a bot on the small side for his species, though he still looked as pleased as a Jack-o-lantern to have scared the other Boil.
"Who are you looking for...or what?" He added to be utterly correct.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 4:21 pm
"Err.. Looking for someone... thing..." The black dog paused in thought confused and trying to grasp his reason for being here in the first place. "I... Can't remember." He answered honestly before looking back at the other. A little embarrassed to have forgotten something so important so easily and even more so to have been startled. It didn't help that the other boil looked quite amused.
"Maybe the exit?" He finally asked. If he couldn't even remember why he was here, there wasn't much point in staying. Though perhaps it was better to offer his name first. It was probably the polite thing to do. Not that he was ever polite.
"My name's Tybalt by the way. You are?" He asked, tilting his head slightly and trying to figure what he was in the mean time. He has never seen anything like him before and it piqued his curiousity.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 4:41 pm
His tongue flicked out, almost thoughtful which was odd because it more or less mirrored the tatto over his lower lip perfectly, dark blue-purple and forked.
"I have to stop by my room first, but you can follow." He said more or less casually. "Maybe you'll think of who or what you were after." He chuckled. "....Pachua" He said after a moments consideration, as though he might have thought for a moment of giving you another name than his own. "What are you?" He asked bluntly glancing over the dark 'creature' curiously.
His tail feathers ruffled slightly as he stretched casually and started down the hall.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 9:31 pm
Tybalt made a face at the last part of the comment. Unsure if the other boil was poking fun at him or not. It wasn't like he intentionally forgot it. Maybe it got scared out of him when the other had shown himself? Pft! Yeah right! Though the idea of following someone back to their room was a little awkward, especially considering they were strangers. But on the other hand, he really didn't see any other option. It wasn't like he had the typical trait that most ghosts seemed to have and just phase through the walls or something. No. He had invisibility and invisibility didn't do much good other than to hide--
....
Oh riiiight! He should have done that from the start! No sneaking around! He could have just walked right past everyone. Duh! But now that he had already encountered someone, it would have been mean to just go and pull a vanishing act. Especially since they were being kind enough as to lend a hand. Or might be kind enough to help. He still wasn't quite sure. So rather than disappear from sight and continue to wander around, he followed the other.
"Pachua? That's an odd name." He answered. Realizing only after he spoke that that comment might actually offend him and so quickly spoke up again to answer Pachua's own question. "Oh! I'm a ghost! A black dog to be more specific." He nodded, falling quiet again as he followed the other. Only speaking again when curiosity got the better of him. "What are you, by the way?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 2:55 pm
"No its -not-" He said his feathers puffing up anywhere they happened to be sticking out, particularly his tail and the few that still peeked out behind his ear, which looked like adornments rather than attachments.
"It means feathered water snake!" He said and flicked his tail feathers rooster like. "And I'm a Quetzalcotal! We used to be worshiped by some humans as Gods!" He said jutting his chest slightly.
He continued to one of the aviary rooms and opened the door, strange room... it was filled mostly with... large rocks. Maybe that was comfortable for snakes, there were a great many plants and a few hungry looking plants but nothing looked very 'comfortable' though it was -warm-.
He marched across the room and picked up a satchel of books and slung it over his shoulder before returning to the door, not having invited you in though he looked like he was at least debating it it would be polite to.... kind of. Right before he started pulling the door shut.
"Right... Exit then." HE said smoothing out one of the long trailing feathers with one hand.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 3:27 pm
Tybalt instantly backed up a step and put his hands up in defense when the Quetzalcoatl spoke up. Apparently he had touched a nerve or something. Judging by his reaction and all. But even after the brief description of the other boils species, the black dog still had no clue about who or what he was.
"Sorry, never heard of a quezie... coat..?" He replied, stumbling over the foreign word ( what a mouthful ), just as the Pachua opened the door to what looked like a miniature jungle.
Weird taste.
"Hey, what do you mean by used to be worshiped?" He asked, once the boy reappeared. "Did they get bored of you guys or something and find something else to worship? Those human must be real fickle creatures."
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 6:37 pm
"Humans are strange..." he agreed with a shrug. "Most of the culture died out, they are SO fussy about sacrificing each other, its not even like we were one of the ones who asked for hearts." He rolled his eyes dramatically. "If you ask ME it's not worth the bother." He said dismissively, though clearly the fact they had been was a source of pride.
"You can still find the old temples though...or my Grandfather says so, he normally bitches about how they don't build them like they used to when he's molting." He made an irritated face and gave another eye-roll.
"What about you? I haven't heard of Black Dogs, are you like 'Shuck'?" He fished in his satchel and pulled out a book titled "Dearly Departed - a brief history of famous spooks"
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 7:51 pm
"Wow. Those fleshy people would offer their own kind to you guys? They're weeeird." He snorted. Obviously missing the whole point of sacrifice. Still, the idea of something just offering up their life up to another was strange to the black dog. Perhaps humans were stranger than he had first come to believe.
"Whoa wait! Temples? You guys actually have buildings and stuff in the human world, still standing? Not just pictures or anything? Actual structures?" He asked, stunned. "Okay! If I ever get my pass, you're gonna' have to show me this! I wanna' see them for myself someday!" He grinned, showing off all of his serrated teeth.
Though just as quickly as the grin came, it went; replaced by another look of confusion. "Huh? Who's Shuck?" he asked, looking at the book. Was it someone he was supposed to know? He hadn't met anyone outside of the Halloween realm. "Eh... black dogs aren't anything special. I guess you could say we're similar to some, such as the Barghest, or the Cŵn Annwn. I don't really know much about our kind, to be honest." He shrugged.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 9:09 pm
"Cwn..." he said rolling the word carefully with an odd sort of accent on the edges. "Isn't that what the GROUNDS keeper has? The ones that chase everyone out of that god awful old shed of his?" He mused and then fuffled his tail feathers in a prideful preen.
"Of course...I'll even Introduce you to Grandfather if he isn't molting...he is -terrible- when he's itchy." He shook his head. "HE says he remembers the old ceremonies too...he says they used to wear fathers on their heads to try and look more like us." He nodded authoritatively. "Beautiful jungle he says the put the temples in too..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 9:40 pm
Tybalt's ears perked in recognition. Now that he mentioned it, those dogs had looked awfully familiar. But... that shed and the groundskeeper in particular... The mere recollection of his brief encounter with the man sent a shiver up his spine. "Yeah... I think so." He replied, ears flattening, before they suddenly perked again. "Ah! Does this mean I've been made an outcast by my own kind...?" He squeaked, suddenly feeling a little deflated. "I'm guessing you've encountered them as well then?" He asked.
"Heh! Aren't most old farts like that though?" His toothy grin was slowly returning now. "And wow. They even try to look like you guys?" He asked, snorting at the mental image that came to mind. Oh those silly humans. "Well. They do say that imitation is the best form of flattery." He added with a nod.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 9:55 pm
"I'm sure they chase -everyone-..." he said trying to re-assure the other student as he looked so deflated. "...I mean they are...probably seeing him as pack.... he's some kind of Demon after all and you know how THEY can be." He crinkled his nose and waved a hand as he lead them down the first flight of stairs.
"You ghosts are at least good company, at least when your not running into the ones who are -depressed- all the time." He pursed his lips slightly and flicked his tongue almost in irritation with a small hissss like a leaky air hose.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 10:15 pm
"Oh do I ever." He grumbled. Most encounters he'd already had with demons turned sour. He was not fond of their kind, with only a few exceptions. "What is it with their kind, thinking they're automatically better than the rest anyways of us anyways?" He grumbled, following the Quetzalcoatl down the stairs. Not that he was really asking anyone in particular. It was more a rant.
"Eh... I don't get the point of being depressed. I mean really. Face it, your dead. Might as well move on." He shrugged. Not that he could really say anything. He didn't recall his 'living' days like some might have. It was easy to move on when you had a fresh start and no strings attached. "You monster types are pretty cool too." He agreed. "Well, some of you anyways." He added in, almost having forgot that the bane of his existence was part of the monster class.
"From what I seen, the undeads are okay too. If it weren't for that Jackawful smell that is." He wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Reapers on the other hand..." His voice trailed off. Though his reasons of dislike towards them was probably more than obvious.
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