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 Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 9:19 pm
 xx"Excuse me? Do I know you?"Log for Alphonse Colbert. All of his early RPs (from May 7th, 2011 to July 7th) have been summarized in his patient file, but I'll be trying to actually log them from here on in. Those summaries might even disappear depending on how much he interacts with other patients and his feelings for them change. There's plenty of room for that; his initial RPs were very small... since I am a lurker and still getting used to posting in-thread.Some of them so small that I may have just put them there to make sure they actually happened and for his RP count. *shot*Alphonse is currently available for RP, but please try to take a glance at his patient file, especially the Basics section!
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 1:49 pm
"Strange couple of kids."
Participants: Alphonse, Nicanor, Azzy
Status: Complete
Nicanor: Fear feels good, minion. You will learn this someday. >:3
Azzy: *tears* ;___;
Alphonse: *rolls his eyes* It is better to be feared than loved? Bollocks.
Nicanor: I don't know what bollocks are but your first statement spoke the truth!!
Azzy: ... *scuttled away* ;^;
Nicanor: Minion!!
Azzy: *jolted and runs away quickly* ;^^;
Nicanor: Gaaah! *scrambles after him*
Alphonse: And there is your first lesson in how very wrong you are!
Azzy: Z-zuuu!!
Nicanor: *runs faster at the mocking superiority in Alphonse's tone* I'LL SHOW YOU, YA FAIRY!!
Alphonse: Oh, like I haven't heard that one before.
Azzy: *screams and hides behind his tail*
Nicanor: *tackles the tail again, but instead punching him, he clutches tightly at it and hisses* Listen, minion, I need help! This place does things to me! I can't conquer it alone!
Azzy: *yelps, his lip wibbling before he peers up* R-rill...
Nicanor: *one arm leaves the tail as his hand goes up to Azzy's arm, clutching at that instead, and there appears to be a small chain of orange light glinting in his hand just before he touches Azzy and gives him some of his energy... Nicanor goes on whispering heatedly,* I can help you, too!
Azzy: *he blinks quickly at this, was about ready to pull his arm away before staring at him with wide eyes* Zuu, zuuril?
Nicanor: I can keep you healthy all the time, and I can make you strong! *that energy rush feels... a little invigorating, and very warm where Nicanor's hand still holds on to him* So you have to help me!
Azzy: *he still looks hesitant, his brows furrowing, and ears twitching lightly* Uuuuu...
Nicanor: What've you got to lose, anyway?
Azzy: *and he flails now, eyes tearing and he points at his tail with hysterical Azurill cries, and pointing at some of his bruises*
Nicanor: *blinks as he looks at this, but then sighs and puts his hand lightly on those areas to transfer energy through there; perhaps it's not quite healing them, but the warm sensation lessens some of the pain* The road of minions is tough! You would've gotten hurt even without me-- at least with me I can make you stronger!
Azzy: *he sniffles up a big booooger and rubbing the tears away from his eyes* Azurill.
Nicanor: I don't have any tissues on me, minion >:c *holds out his unmarked sleeve instead and rubs his face* So, will you join me as my number one?
Azzy: *sniffles some more, but seems to calm down and nods slightly*
Nicanor: That's what I wanted to hear! *stands up and tugs Azzy up with him* Now show me the cafeteria, I'm starving!
Azzy: *continues to sniffle, blinking and shaking his head* Zuuzuril..?
Nicanor: ... You don't know where it is?
Azzy: *shakes his head more*
Nicanor: *glances at Alphonse, who has been watching them with a raised brow and his arms crossed-- first he sticks his tongue out at him, then he speaks imperiously* You! Show us where the cafeteria is!
Alphonse: Hmph. I don't know why you would want to go there, the chef is only occasionally serviceable.
Nicanor: We are hungry! My tummy commands you!
Alphonse: *looks disbelieving, and opens his mouth as if to say no... but he glances at Azzy, then sighs and turns to walk ahead of them* Come along then.
Nicanor: That's a good minion. You shall be minion number three >:3 *follows him*
Alphonse: *mutters* Not bloody likely.
Azzy: *scuttled behind them both silently*
(When they reach the cafeteria, the food looks and smells delicious)
Alphonse: *drawls* Oh. It seems he's in a good mood today. How fortuitous.
Nicanor: *rushes up to the food and immediately tries to take some*
Azzy: *looks up at Alphonse an blinks* Zuu?
Alphonse: His cooking depends on his mood.
Azzy: .... Uuu. *nods in understanding and goes to peer at the food, salivating at how wonderful it smells... Most of it is cheesy though.*
Nicanor: *grabbing a bit of everything*
Alphonse: *after putting on a pair of plastic gloves, he only orders two things -- cheesy crepes and fondue*
Azzy: *he only gets.... Cheese and crackers.*
Nicanor: *when they go to a table, Nicanor shoves one of his cheeseburgers at Azzy* Eat more, minion! You won't get bigger if you don't eat!
Azzy: *grimaces at it and shakes his head*
Nicanor: You don't like meat?! *bites into the burger and chews it almost violently* Meat is delicious!
Alphonse: You're eating a Miltank. I hope you're happy.
Azzy: *lets out a horrified scream from this*
Nicanor: ... *looks almost horrified himself until he suddenly regains his smirk* I HAVE EATEN BOUFFALANTS. *narrows his eyes and hisses* This is nothiiiiing.
Alphonse: *looks back and forth from Azzy to Nicanor, then raises a brow* Well, then. *mouths to Azzy, 'He's lying.'*
Azzy: ....... Q______Q
Nicanor: Ahahaha!! *tries to keep eating the burger, but slowly* ...
Azzy: *tries to push the burger out of his hand*
Nicanor: ... You're right, minion. I have more food to eat. *quickly grabs something else and noms on that*
Alphonse: *snorts* ...
Azzy: *sniffs and nibbles on his cracker as he keeps pushing that burger out of sight*
(And Nicanor does seem to ignore it in favor of the rest of the huge pile. Alphonse only stays until he finishes eating; after primly wiping his hands and mouth and tossing out the used pair of gloves, he excuses himself.)
Alphonse: I'm confident you lot will be well enough without me. I really can't stand to stay here another minute.
Azzy: *tilts his head and watches Alphonse* Zuuzuzu?
Alphonse: *throws a disparaging look at their surroundings* This cafeteria is hardly in good enough condition to breathe in, let alone eat.
Nicanor: *after swallowing a mouthful of pie* Next week is training for you, minion number three! Be there or I will find you.
Alphonse: *rolls his eyes, but gives Azzy a small wave before walking off, antennae twitching*
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 3:50 pm
"That's for me?"
Participants: Alphonse, Analys
Status: Complete
Analys: *sitting down on a log in the courtyard, sewing something*
Alphonse: *walks in, trying to look casual as he steps towards the flowers...*
Analys: *she doesn't look up at anything, oblivious when it comes to her sewing*
Alphonse: *but because he's looking around warily, he notices her, and hesitates before stilling himself* Oh. You are... Analys, was it?
Analys: *peers up and blinks, ears twitching* Yes, who are you again? *squints and stares at his clothes* oh wait you're Alphonse? I remember you due to you being the only one wearing those type of clothing.
Alphonse: *raises a brow, eyes darting to her ears for a moment, and his antennae seem to... quiver* Would it be impertinent to assume that you remember everyone by their clothing?
Analys: *stares at that, but glances back to his face* I remember people by their clothes, yes. Since there are too many people here. It's easier by their clothes, since that's easier for me.
Alphonse: Quite the fashion enthusiast, aren't you? What are you making?
Analys: I love clothes! *she blinks and looks over the material* Some wrist accessories. I found scrap on the floor and decided to use it. *the colors seem similar to Alphonse's*
Alphonse: *blanches* Please tell me you cleaned it thoroughly first. I'm fond of those colors, and I'd rather be sure that red isn't blood.
Analys: ... I'm not sure now, I found after Shu finished her game with a patient...
Alphonse: ... Do you by any chance mean Shu the vampire?
Analys: Yes I do! I find a lot of clothes after she's done with her games...
Alphonse: ..... You -really- should wash that.
Analys: Why--
Alphonse: Vampire. Blood. Disappearing owners. Must I go on?
Analys: .... *drops the clothes* Oh...
Alphonse: Indeed.
Analys: ...*wipes her hands off* I'm not going to touch anymore of those clothes! The doctors may track me down instead..*shakes her hands with disgust..* W-what are you doing here?
Alphonse: It's a shame... That looks like good material. I wonder who the owner is... was, more likely. *shudders delicately, but reaches into the depths of his puffy pants to pull out a pack of wipes, and hands her one* Me? Well, I'm here for some fresh air.
Analys: *she frowns and nods* It was nice and silky... *she blinks at him and takes the wipes hesitantly and uses them* Oh, I'm sorry if I'm bothering you with my talking, and my ... Obliviousness of what Shu had done to the others.
Alphonse: *shakes his head* You've hardly said much to bother me. And the only reason -I'm- aware of it is because I've spent plenty of time cleaning around the Asylum... And I happened to-- see some things.
Analys: ... why do you clean the asylum, still knowing.. And seeing such strange things?
Alphonse: *lets out a labored sigh* My attempt to bring some sense of normalcy here.
Analys: Cleaning this place makes... It feels normal here?
Alphonse: Somewhat. It washes away some of the more sordid bits until the doctors -- or even the patients create more of them.
Analys: ...*she frowns and kicks her legs into the log* I tried to ignore the weird things..
Alphonse: Ignorance can only do so much. I've chosen to look at it and accept it. Once you know it, you're already accustomed-- and it scares you less. Then you can work to fix it. *shrugs* Either way... It's a losing battle. *smiles bitterly* Eventually we'll all break. But are you one of those who actually have something to go back to?
Analys: *her brows furrow at his, and her ears twitch* I'm not certain. My people were attacked.. I blame myself.. If I hadn't showed off how I can switch forms so easily... I.. Have a brother and a very good friend of mine were both left back there..*she lets out a noise*
Alphonse: *his face seems to soften* ... I do understand. When I was captured, my swarm and my sister were left behind.
Analys: *she frowns* We're both missing people precious... I try not to think about it, it hurts less..
Alphonse: *nods slightly* ...
Analys: I.. I'm sorry for bringing it up with you, but maybe you need to talk to someone...? I know what you're going through, and everything...
Alphonse: *crosses his arms, hiding his hands* ... They might all be dead. I watched the humans... attack... And I couldn't stop them. *swallows thickly* Illyana had always called me weak.
Analys: I... It's okay... I don't think she would blame you...
Alphonse: *lets out a choked laugh* She might. We blamed each other for everything.
Analys: *frowns at this* But how could that be your fault?
Alphonse: I couldn't... do -anything-. Everyone else fought. I was knocked right out.
Analys: And you would get blamed... When they were no match...?
Alphonse: ... I'd blame myself. I -do- blame myself...
Analys: *frowns more*... that's no way to live..
Alphonse: How do you deal with it?
Analys: *she holds up what she was working on with a sigh* I sew...
Alphonse: And I clean. Distractions, distractions... *frowns disdainfully at the fabric, then reaches into those puffy pants to pull out plastic gloves, which he promptly puts on, and then uses his thumb and index finger to daintily grab the cloth* Come with me, will you?
Analys: ...*stares at this before blinking and standing up from the log* What are you going to do? Are you going to clean it for me? But the stitches I made might come out... But that doesn't matter actually. Getting it clean would be nice.
Alphonse: I'll be careful, not to worry.
Analys: *her tail twitches behind her as she nods* Okay, but it really doesn't matter when I think about it. The longer I work the more distracted I get and that makes me feel better.
Alphonse: *passes her a black handkerchief embroidered with gold lettering* Mess around with this until I'm done. That way we can both be distracted.
Analys: *stares at it* What do you want me to do with this? It looks done already.
Alphonse: Take it apart; use the cloth or the thread! Think, what would you need black and gold for?
Analys: *raises a brow* these materials could be used to make earrings.
Alphonse: Really now. Cloth earrings? That's new. *walking ahead confidently as if very familiar with his way around*
Analys: *she fiddles with the shapes and then looks at him, thinking of something else when he asked the question* Would you wear earrings?
Alphonse: .... I suppose so. If I liked them enough.
Analys: *ponders more as she fiddles* One or two?
Alphonse: Hm. *turns back to face her, clearing his hair from his ears* What do you recommend?
Analys: *she blinks and peers close* Maybe a bell...
Alphonse: You mean like these? *raises a brow and jingles one of the bells hanging off the sides of his outfit*
Analys: *nods* A black bell. With the gold used as ... as the intricate details..
Alphonse: Well, then. Where are you going to find a bell? *keeps walking*
Analys: I'm going to make it out of this fabric.
Alphonse: ... Is that possible?
Analys: I would sew one. Would you need it to jingle?
Alphonse: Hmph, I'd be curious how you could achieve that.
Analys: I can't. you can't make fabric jingle. Jingles are made by metal scraping against other metals.
Alphonse: Oh, my, color me impressed~ You know your stuff.
Analys: *she blinks* Yes, I have to in order to become a clothes designer.. And create accessories..
Alphonse: Have you always wanted that?"=
Analys: *nods* Yeah, since I learned I could be in this form. Everyone was naked, but we saw what humans wore. So I stole some clothes from them and fashioned outfits for my family and my friend.
Alphonse: *raises a brow* Illyana and I picked out our names from stealing books. We aren't so different, I suppose.
Analys: *she holds back a laugh* So do you want to write then?
Alphonse: Illyana did. She thought handwriting looked 'pretty'.
Analys: *smiles at that* So she practices different styles of writing then? Like... Um, cursive?
Alphonse: As soon as she could steal a pen, yes. The way we were before, though... It was rather difficult to write, let alone hold a pen correctly, but damned if she didn't try.
Analys: You mean... That.. That p... Plenmon you were before?
Alphonse: *snorts* Pokemon.
Analys: Pikman?
Alphonse: Poh-kay-mon.
Analys: Ohlayan?
Alphonse: ... Clean the brine out of your ears, will you?
Analys: *sticks a finger in her ear*
Alphonse: .... *looks away*
Analys: *picks for a bit* So it took a while for her to learn about it then?
Alphonse: *wrinkles his nose* ... Yes.
Analys: That sounds nice...
Alphonse: *looks back at her when she's done and sighs* It was... She was quite good at it after awhile, and she taught me how to read. The basics of reading, anyway; I learned the rest much later.
Analys: *scratches at her head now* I can't write but I can read a little? I never really had to. There was no reason before... well there's still no reason now...
Alphonse: What do water dragons do exactly?
Analys: We swim and eat fish.
Alphonse: ... Fascinating.
Analys: What about you?
Alphonse: What about me?
Analys: What is your.. Species? What do they do?
Alphonse: ... I am a Volbeat, and Illyana was an Illumise. We light up the night sky.
Analys: *she looks confused* Were you adopted? And... Were you stars?
Alphonse: No, no; Illumise is the female of our species. And... You could say we acted like stars. *flaps his wings* Fireflies, we're called in other worlds.
Analys: *still looks confused* Ohhh.. *and her ears flick up now* OH! You're a bug. The bugs that eat their own kind---
Alphonse: NO! Surely not!
Analys: But--
Alphonse: No! Where the bloody hell did you hear that?!
Analys: I saw it happen where I lived? Many of the females were the predators. It was fascinating watching them twirl lights to captivate the others. And then attack them.
Alphonse: ... I've never seen anything like that where -I- lived. And I--... I am glad I haven't.
Analys: ... I'm glad too, thinking that you don't have anyone that does that sort of thing in your world. Which is very good, because your sister wouldn't eat anyone.
Alphonse: Yes. I'll just agree with you. I really don't want to imagine otherwise.
Analys: ... Where are we going anyway?
Alphonse: A washroom; the one I managed to clean the other day. The others are -filthy-.
Analys: Oh!! For the cloth?
Alphonse: Yes, we're almost there...
Analys: Thank you for that, Alphonse.
Alphonse: *sounds mildly confused* You're graciously welcome.
Analys: It's nice to see sane people here... Th... That I can relate to.
Alphonse: *lets out a snort* Yes, it's enough to feel like a freak, let alone one in a house full of them."
Analys: Yup... *sighs* It can be hard to talk to others without people thinking I'm insulting them!
Alphonse: How exactly? I've not heard you say anything like that.
Analys: Well this one girl, she looked really plain! Like, she had the plainest clothing here! And I offered to redesign it for her. But this crazy chick--- with awesome clothes by the way-- she totally freaked out on me and started yelling at me for insulting her friend. All I did was state my opinion! *she looks frustrated* I fought with her. AND SHE STOLE MY HAIR ACCESSORY. AND THEN SHE JUST THREW IT ME! That.. That bitchy witch!
Alphonse: Ugh! -That- sounds awfully extreme!
Analys: *nods* Mhm! I'm never going near that Reverie she-witch.
Alphonse: ... Reverie?
Analys: Yes!!
Alphonse: I've met her! Briefly. Puts an odd spin on it, that.
Analys: *she sniffs* I hate her.
Alphonse: I'll be wary of her then.
Analys: You should! Klepto bird, hate her. *grumbles*
Alphonse: Think about more pleasant patients! If possible.
Analys: *sniffs* I met this strange red girl, who kept saying not to touch her hair...
Alphonse: ... she isn't one of those electric patients, is she?
Analys: *shakes her head* A...jellyfish?
Alphonse: ... *shudders*
Analys: What's wrong?
Alphonse: Jellyfish are terrifying where I come from...
Analys: Really? they're tasty. Really yummy. Especially when they've been soaking up the fish blood--
Alphonse: *holds up a hand and then quickly walks inside a room* I think we can stop with the blood, thank you. Need to focus getting rid of it after all.
Analys: *she flicks her ears up an nods* Sorry! I was just reminiscing aloud...
Alphonse: I... suppose you love fish day, hm?
Analys: *her eyes widen* I love it. I take Shu's portions, and the little blue thing.
Alphonse: Little blue-- wait. Shu hasn't tried to harass you?
Analys: Harass? *she blinks and tilts her head* What do you mean? She hasn't done anything bad to me.
Alphonse: She's quite the nuisance to me, but Delysia seems to like her for some reason D:
Analys: She's fine to me too, I guess? Never really bothered me. And even gave me her old outfit to play around with.
Alphonse: Will you always ask for clothes from people? *mutters as he starts washing*
Analys: Only of they don't need it! *she settles down on a toilet and begins tinkering with the cloth and undoing the gold stitching*
Alphonse: Hm. *after a pause as he soaps up the cloth...* ... I've prattled on about my sister. Would you tell me about your brother?
Analys: *her tail twitches at this* Hm.. *tries to pluck out some stray strands with her teeth* Well... he looks like me, but is nothing like me... He's older than me. He's tall too-- but not as tall as the new male nurse. A little below him? He liked to watch me sew, and caught the most fish in the lake... He's also very kind.
Alphonse: *smiles, small but soft, and turns his head to look at her* He sounds lovely.
Analys: *she seems to be pondering more, ears flicking* He hates being tickled, loves small delicate boys. He tends to get horny at the time of new sun. He doesn't like disorganized things.
Alphonse: ... Well. I think we would get along reasonably well.
Analys: His hobby is sun bathing, except only as a dragon. In this form he get burnt real bad. It was horrible that one time, he was crying for days. He does cry, he doesn't see it as something unmanly.
Alphonse: Oh, -finally-. A man who isn't afraid to show his emotions.
Analys: But he likes fighting.
Alphonse: ... Hmph.
Analys: This one guy he dated... was stronger than him, but he went to the dark side of the lake with him often after their fights...
Alphonse: ... *coughs delicately* Ah.
Analys: Not sure why though...
Alphonse: I h-haven't a clue either.
Analys: *lets out a noise as she finally gets all the thread out and wraps it around her wrist*"
Alphonse: *huffs* I take it back, perhaps we will not get along. Though I doubt you would appreciate me making plans to woo your brother, anyway.
Analys: *now she looks up and stares* What?
Alphonse: ...
Analys: What did you say?
Alphonse: ... I do not think we will get along and please refrain from hurting me for considering your brother as a potential first boyfriend. I've dropped the idea! Really! I doubt I would hold up with someone so... violent and... E-experienced.
Analys: ....*she opens her mouth, and then closes it* ... he only fought with that one boyfriend. The others looked... As petite as you.
Alphonse: ... Oh, well. I'd rather not be a reminder then.
Analys: ....I can't understand your...what you're trying to say.
Alphonse: It's fine. It's really very silly, I'm just-- lonely-- desperate? -Hormonal-? I blame this damned body...
Analys: *she frowns lightly* Oh, well... I like you better than them... They only dated him for the fish he caught. You wouldn't have used him, would you?
Alphonse: I don't even like fish. *laughs a little painfully and hysterically* Why would I use someone when I have been used myself? That is no way to justify it.
Analys: *she frowns more* How did you end up being used?
Alphonse: My body was used for experiments.
Analys: *she looks speechless again, and chokes out an embarrassed noise* O-oh...
Alphonse: Yes.
Analys: I-I didn't mean to bring it up...
Alphonse: It's fine. Everyone knows. *laughs that odd laugh again*
Analys: *she whimpers*... I'm sorry...
Alphonse: I suppose you could look at it this way; we wouldn't have met without it, and you wouldn't have another patient to talk to.
Analys: T... that would have been good for you..
Alphonse: Hm?
Analys: Because... You would still be with your family...
Alphonse: ... Nothing can be done about that now. *shakes out the cloth with a sigh*
Analys: Yeah... *she quietly begins to cut the cloth and put it together*
Alphonse: *sets the cloth aside gingerly to let it dry, and turns to watch this*"
Analys: *she's quietly, and expertly maneuvering the cloth together-- and slipping in two small pieces of metal inside the tiny ball... she seems to take the most time redecorating the cloth with design to make it look more like a bell, she makes two of these... And it takes her half an hour. When she's done, she looks them over gingerly, until she takes out two thin metal rods... And closes into the earrings, the metal pieces look easy enough to put in the ear, but made in a way so it won't fall without pulling it off themselves*
Alphonse: *watching intently now* I -really- should introduce you to Delysia. She would love you.
Analys: *she looks up quickly, almost as if she forgot he was there* Ah... I should...? *she hands the earrings over to him and shifts* Does that mean you like them?
Alphonse: I do... *takes them delicately, holding them up and examining them from every angle* You really are very good at this.
Analys: If you shake them, you'll hear some noise of the metals jingle..?
Alphonse: *shakes them slightly, close to his ears, and he smiles at the sound they make* Thank you. *reaches behind him for the drying cloth, and hands it to her* I'll be sure to let you know if I find any more materials you can use -- after I've thoroughly cleaned them, of course.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:42 am
"A-a-arcanine, Arcanine..."
Participants: Alphonse, Caim
Status: Incomplete
Caim:: >8'I Bored bored bored...
Alphonse: *spots Caim... and starts panicking internally* 'OhArceusit'stheArcanineit'sthebloodyArcanine-- THE ONE THAT HEADBUTTED THAT POOCHYENA UNCONSCIOUS. WHY?!' ..... *tries to 'casually' walk past him*
Caim:: -slowly turns at the sound of jingling and looks at Alphonse- HEY! You the one making all the noise? -curious- ouo
Alphonse: *freezes* ... *turns his head jerkily* ... W.... w-what noises? I--- n-no. I wasn't making any noises. No.
Caim:: -quirks an eyebrow and quickly waltzes up to Alphonse- No noises? -he looms over Alphonse with an intense stare- Are you saying my hearing's off or something? ....Nah, I'm just messing with you. -suddenly breaks out into loud laughter- But your threads are pretty trippy. What are you? Some kind of... royal... thing?
Alphonse: *his pupils are incredibly wide as he cranes his head back to look at him, and his posture has become even stiffer* I-- I wasn't-- *cringes from his laughter, stumbling backwards... but the clothing comment makes him huff* H... hardly. If I was, you could add conspiracy against the throne to the Asylum's many crimes.
Caim:: -scratches his ear absentmindedly and shoves one hand into his pocket, looking down at Alphonse with half-lidded eyes- Throne? Heh. At least then you call in your almighty knights and guards to bust you out. But too bad, too bad... SO HEY! -leans forward again, eying Alphonse carefully- What are you?
Alphonse: *watches his hand warily... and then he yelps and backs away again* I-I'm a Volbeat! I... I s-see you're an Arcanine. A very... strong... Arcanine...
Caim:: -raises his eyebrows at Alphonse's reaction- Oh, am I that recognizable? Cool, cool. -strokes his chin with his free hand- Volbeat... volbeat... oh. Ooooh hohoho. I get it now. -leans forward and pinches a small piece of his coat between two fingers- High flammable, right?
Alphonse: *flinches and snatches his coat away* Don't test that theory, thanks.
Caim:: -straightens up and smirks like a pleased cat- I don't think I need to test anything, I can just look at it. It practically screams 'I'll burst into flames from even the slightest... little... spark. -snaps his fingers and creates a small flame on the tip of his finger- Don't you think so? -he wiggles his eyebrows at the Volbeat in a teasing manner before chuckling and putting out the flame- Naaah, just kidding. You seem... harmless enough.
Alphonse: *squares his shoulders at seeing Caim's smirk-- but when he sees fire, his eyes bulge and he bites down on his lips violently to restrain another yelp* ... *glares* Harmless! *his antennae twitch furiously as he licks his lip* To you, of course; you're massive and you have those... blasted... matches in your fingers!
Caim:: My, my! Massive, you say? You're making me feel fat now. Tsk. -gives the Volbeat a jovial laugh as he wiggles his fingers in the air- Matches? That's a different way of thinking of it... but I do have real matches on me, too. And a lighter. I'm just a big safety hazard to you, right? -pauses for a second- ...Oh, I'm probably saying too much. Huh. Oh well. -he runs a hand through his hair and smirks at Alphonse, baring his fangs- Harmless. That's what you are. So if you're harmless to me... then I'm harmless to you, catch my drift?
Alphonse: *clenches his teeth, antennae continuing to twitch* ... *stiffly* I understand completely. *his antennae twitch a little faster, and a tiny flash of electricity lights up between them; it quickly fades as he crosses his arms* I appreciate the warning. Though I've seen enough of your brutish fighting style to know what to expect... *rolls his eyes, even as he pulls his arms closer around himself* You've been here about as long as I have, I'm guessing, but out of morbid curiosity -- how many others have you beaten down?
Caim:: -lets out a low whistle at the little light show- Brutish? Beat down? -feigns an offended look- You make me sound like some kind of bad guy! Pfft, haha. -he shakes his head and begins to laugh, but manages to catch his breath and holds up two fingers- Just two. The first one was some cheeky pup with a temper. I was having fun with him too... until I knocked the kid out. -he strokes his chin thoughtfully and shrugs- Didn't mean to, but I did. But hey! He survived, so it's all good. And then... the second was some a*****e in that crappy cafeteria. He thought it would be a good idea to cut in line, but he thought wrong. Oh ho ho ho~
Alphonse: *looks rather sheepish at the reminder, turning away* ... Yes, that was me. And it certainly didn't look like 'messing around' -- but what do I know? I don't have your stamina. Or your ludicrously hard head. *glances back at him, huffing again* Well, what else am I supposed to think? That fight is the first impression I have of you. *his defensive posture slackens somewhat as he uncrosses his arms and makes 'listing' motions* Other than that.. you're annoyingly tall, you laugh a lot and you don't seem to take anything seriously.
Caim:: -taps a finger against his temple- Iron head. -nods his head as he listens to Alphonse, but quickly bursts into jovial laughter- And you make those sound like they're bad things! Sheesh. Onnnnne little scuffle and suddenly you're a bully that goes around stealing lunch money. Like I said, I have better things to do than to go around picking random fights like that pup... unless I'm getting paid. -he strokes his chin and considers Alphonse for a bit before laughing again and shaking his head- Nah, you don't happen to have any rich enemies do you? If not, then chill out. But if you do, then... well, a job's a job, you know?
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 10:32 am
"Nectar and Skitties. What a combination."
Participants: Alphonse, Roscielle
Status: Complete
(Alphonse comes out to the courtyard after eating a bunch of cheese and then feeling disgusted with himself.
Rosicelle: *she's laying in the flowers, contemplating while soaking up some vitamin d, the roses laying against her seems to nuzzle the skin*
Alphonse: Oh. It's you again.
Roscielle: *peers up* You sound disappointed?
Alphonse: *looks mildly displeased, yet it fades as his eyes drift over to her flowers, turning into something almost longing* Oh, no.
Roscielle: *she looks confused and sits up* Why do you look like thy again? It reminds me of when we met the first time and you said you were hungry.
Alphonse: ... Right, I suppose I should assuage your ladylike assumptions of perverse sexual lust. The truth is, Volbeat quite like flower nectar.
Roscielle: ....That explains the look in your expession. Honestly I almost thought you were like the blue haired lady. From the way you look at me.
Alphonse: ... You aren't talking about Shu, are you?
Roscielle: Yea, her. *her brows furrow* She tries to make me play some games with her, but I know all to well what happens when I do..
Alphonse: *rolls his eyes, and glances down at her arms* You would make it too easy for her, too.
Roscielle: *holds onto her arms tightly* yes I know. B-but I don't want to think of that..
Alphonse: I rather would, actually. It leads to thoughts of your flowers sprouting from your blood, which makes me less inclined to eat them.
Roscielle: ..... * lays back down into the flowers* I .. I see.
Alphonse: *sits down on the grass gingerly* Shall we waltz away from the food topic?
Roscielle: U-um... That would hard with me laying in the sun.
Alphonse: This is -your- food too, then?
Roscielle: Yes, mostly.. It sustains me well enough.
Alphonse: You do at least drink water, I hope.
Roscielle: Yes, a lot. Water is more important that the sun! The roses get agitated if I'm not well hydrated..
Alphonse: ... Agitated?
Roscielle: Yes, they scratch me up more during those times.
Alphonse: Well, that's... Unsettling.
Roscielle: *They begin to squirm and twist them selves around he* it really can be.
Alphonse: ... What does -that- mean?
Roscielle: Oh, them moving? They're getting ready for the buds to sprout. The ones moving now are ready to die. I.. Actually I get sticky from the nectar sometimes..
Alphonse: *wrinkles his nose and reaches in his pants to hand her a wipe*
Roscielle: *shakes her head* Thank you, but it won't happen right now.
Alphonse: Keep it for when it does, I suppose. We wouldn't want someone to swoop in with... Other methods to get that off you.
Roscielle: ...*she nods and takes then* Yes. Yes, thank you.
Alphonse: You're quite welcome.
Roscielle: *she places the napkins somewhere in her dress and settles back down* Why do you smell like dairy?
Alphonse: ... I was... binging on cheese.
Roscielle: *turns to stare at him* I... See.
Alphonse: *looking pointedly at the sky* ... I quite like cheese day.
Roscielle: *stares more* You like cheese a lot?
Alphonse: ... Yes.
Roscielle: More than flower nectar?
Alphonse: Well, I've been eating that more often than nectar lately.
Roscielle: So you do like it more, then?
Alphonse: I suppose... *sighs wistfully* I hardly remember what nectar tastes like...
Roscielle: ... there are a lot of healthy flowers around me, you know..
Alphonse: And you are always here when I try to go after them! I would rather you didn't watch me eat!
Roscielle: I-I'll keep my eyes closed! I wanted to take a nap..
Alphonse: *huffs* I'll wait until you fall asleep!
Roscielle: *she hurriedly closes her eyes and tries to forget about Alphonse's presence... And as she gathers sleepiness, her roses settle against her skin again*
(... And the reason he didn't want anyone to see him eating is because of all the weird noises and slurping he makes.)
Roscielle: *which wakes her up, but she tries hard to keep her eyes closed*
Alphonse: *slurp, sluuuurp. Slurp? Sluuuuuurp.*
Roscielle: .....*twitches and opens her one eye slightly*
Alphonse: *his back is facing her, but hIs head is tilted back as he holds a flower*
Roscielle: ....*stares at this curiously*
Alphonse: ... *turns around with nectar clinging to his lips and around his mouth* D:<
Roscielle: ....*smiles*
Alphonse: STOP LOOKING AT ME.
Roscielle: B-but it's nothing to be ashamed of--
Alphonse: *HUFFS and turns away*
Roscielle: *she laughs softly but closes her eye again* Sorry, but curiosity tempted me.
Alphonse: *grumbles* Curiosity killed the Skitty.
Roscielle: Skitty.. *ponders what that is*
Alphonse: *grumblegrumble* I keep telling her that, but she never listens...
Roscielle: What... Are you talking about, exactly?
Alphonse: A friend of mine who is entirely too curious. Much worse than you.
Roscielle: And... They killed a Skitty?
Alphonse: ... Er, no. She -is- a Skitty.
Roscielle: What- what?! She wants to kill herself?!
Alphonse: ... You completely misunderstood that entire idiom.
Roscielle: *has sat up and looks utterly confused*
Alphonse: *sighs* There is a saying, 'curiosity killed the Skitty'... It warns against the dangers of being too inquisitive. My friend is a Skitty herself, so I use it in particular reference to her.
Roscielle: *her brows slowly unfurrow and she blinks* Oh, I really did not understand... But I get it now.
Alphonse: Yes. She never listens to me, though. *sighs and sets the flower down*
Roscielle: I see.. Are you done eating now?
Alphonse: Yes. *huff*
Roscielle: Oh, it's my fault, I'm sorry.. *she stands up and smoothest her skirt down, the flowers squirming around once more* Im going to my room, feel free to continue without an audience.
Alphonse: *mutters as he picks up another flower* Be careful of bears.
Roscielle: ....I... will?
Alphonse: Good. *slurp*
Roscielle: ...*and she leaves, hurrying before something really does happen*
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 10:56 am
"Blast, it's cold in here..."
Participants: Alphonse, Analys, Azzy, Nicanor
Status: Complete
Alphonse: *clutching onto himself, shuddering* Is it just me or is it getting colder these days?
Analys: *she just tilts her head and shrugs* I'm cold-blooded.
Alphonse: Shouldn't you feel this all the more then?!
Analys: Not particularly, only on extreme days. It might be colder to you because you... Well, were a bug?
Alphonse: Ugh... It seems this body is just as sensitive..
Analys: It doesn't help that you're wearing such thin apparel...
Alphonse: I-it's layered! ... Somewhat... Ugh, would you be willing to help me rectify that?
Analys: *she peers close and begins pondering* I would need more materials, the same color. And a little gold. You should keep growing your hair too-- unless you want a collar for your neck..
Alphonse: *blinks at the last suggestion, fingering his hair* ... I'm quite comfortable with this collar.
Analys: Then. Your hair.. Well it has grown longer since you came here. I don't think you have to worry about that. I will definitely need some material-- I have a little from the who-- ... Ice woman.
Alphonse: *raises a brow* Right, I'll try to find some more for you. I'd rather not resort to looting Shu's victims, though...
Analys: ... That's not too necessary.
Alphonse: I'll... look for patients who would willingly give up clothes.
Analys: You should do that later, I need to take the jacket and begin working on it.
Alphonse: *takes it off, and he really doesn't have much covering underneath it aside from that striped shirt; after folding it and handing it to Analys, he stands up and wraps his arms around himself*
Analys: Why don't you go into your room and huddle under the covers?
Alphonse: As tempting as that sounds, my covers are not much protection. I think I'd rather look for materials for you...
Analys: Why don't we look for some together? That way it will be faster..*she hands the coat back to him*
Alphonse: *seems relieved and hurriedly puts it back on* Any good areas or patients to ask?
Analys: *she ponders* The only one I know who was similar color to your clothes is the Ice woman... Or Roscielle.. Shu does but I don't feel like asking her. ... Oh wait the blueberry boy has some black..
Alphonse: I don't know who this ice woman is, but I'd rather not have anything from her. It would probably be chilled. *blanches* Roscielle needs all the clothes she can get, I suppose, and-- Azzy, you mean?
Analys: The clothes aren't that cold after you've properly stored them under the bed. But would still be cold, yes...*she nods now* She would because of her roses-- oh yes him!
Alphonse: *raises a brow* Even so, I think Azzy would be the best option.
Analys: *she nods* But where would we find him?
Alphonse: Wherever there is shrill shrieking for minions.
Analys: ... What.
Alphonse: You'll see.
(And the screaming is very easy to find, as Alphonse said. It seems Nicanor is training Azzy.)
Analys: *she hurries towards the noise and peeks in at this*
Nicanor: NO, minion! FASTER! You have to do it FASTER!
Azzy: *flails and let's out a whine* Zuuu!! Azuril..
Analys: ... *she nods, now understanding what he meant*
Nicanor: DO IT AGAIN!
Alphonse: I hate to interrupt your 'training' session here, but I urgently need to speak to Azzy for a few moments.
Nicanor: NO. WE'RE BUSY!
Azzy: *looks pleadingly to Alphonse* Zuu! *tries to move towards him*
Analys: *while Analys looks interested in Nicanor's outfit* What is that cloth made out of-- why do you have such a pattern on one sleeve?
Alphonse: *grits his teeth and strides over to grab Azzy's hand* I -beg your pardon-, but it will only take a couple of minutes. *quickly pulls Azzy away*
Nicanor: HEY-- ... What? Who are you? *squints* You look really slippery. I command you not to touch me!
Azzy: *sobs happily, because he probably has some bruises on him from trainig*
Analys: *but she touches him anyway, tugging at his ears, wings, clothes and etc.* This feels so smooth, and new! You take care of your clothing? Why does it feel so hot near you, are you like Alphonse?
Alphonse: What the bloody hell is he trying to do to you?
Nicanor: *flails and waves his tiny fists at her* STOP IT, SLIMY DRAGON MINION!
Azzy: *and he motions to all sorts of weird attacks and let's out noises of frustration and sobs at the end of it all.*
Analys: *pokes around his back now* So interesting and these... What are these? *pulls at the butt wings*
Alphonse: You poor sod. *glances back at Analys, then back to Azzy* Well, Analys will keep him preoccupied, for now...
Nicanor: AAAGH! DO NOT TOUCH THE GREAT NICANOR'S WINGS!
Azzy: *sniffles and wipes his eyes, and blinking out the tears before he tilts his head at Alphonse,* Zzuu Zuurl?
Analys: *pulls at them more* Wings! they have feathers, could I get some? I can make some great accessories out of them!
Alphonse: *hands Azzy a plain napkin* I wanted to ask if you were willing to spare any clothing... Do you have anything other than that outfit?
Nicanor: NO! NO YOU MAY NOT, MINION! *tries to flap them... Which probably loosens some feathers anyway*
Azzy: *whips his face with then and sniffles more, then tilts his head again* Rill, Zuu.. Zuuril Azzu?
Analys: *and she happily takes them and looks them over* You should give me more loose feathers!!
Alphonse: Black would be perfect, actually! It's all I need. I can't stand the cold, so I asked Analys to make a thicker coat for me... She requires more materials to do so, of course.
Nicanor: *the feathers are soft and seem to curl at the ends, and Nicanor fumes* Then you will have to stay for training! That will be your reward!
Azzy: *he nods quickly and takes off his shirt to give to Alphonse* Zuurill rill Zuu!
Analys: *she smiles and pats his head* You're cute. Thank you for the feathers, I'll make something for you.
Alphonse: *seems startled, hesitantly taking the shirt... but he mumbles,* Are you sure you want to do that around -him-?
Nicanor: *is about to yell at her until he comprehends what she just said, then looks contemplatively at his clothes* Hmmm. I would say the Great Nicanor has impeccable fashion sense, but more clothes wouldn't hurt. You will be my designer minion!
Azzy: *blinks innocently* Zuuril Azurii?
Analys: *pats his head more and laughs* I'll bring it to you when I'm done. *shuffles back to Alphonse while staring at the feathers* These are cute.
Alphonse: ... Well, he could hurt you more. *but he glances at Nicanor, who is finally noticing Azzy and staring with bulging eyes, and then looks to Analys when she returns* ... I don't want to know where those have been.
Analys: His tail wing feathers c: They're very soft. I'm keeping some for my self and then going to make him something. So you got the shirt then?
Alphonse: Make that little brat something? I don't think he deserves it! *but he sighs and holds up the shirt* Yes, is this enough?
Analys: With the rest of the material I saved from her outfit.. *twitches* it's enough to fix your coat. But I need a little gold..
Alphonse: *raises a brow, but doesn't comment, his antennae twitching in thought as he fiddles with the gold lapels of his coat* Who else has gold...
Analys: I'm not sure, I haven't seen-- wait *scratches her chin* What about that pink girl?
Alphonse: I would call that buttercup yellow, not gold. :< Unless she has more clothes with her?
Analys: *she nods* I was thinking of that, smart a** :T
Alphonse: *smirks faintly as he starts to fold the shirt* To Delysia's presumably extensive wardrobe, then.
Analys: I've been meaning to go back and look around...
Alphonse: She'll let you, of course.
Analys: I know! But I don't want to ruin all her precious clothes with my entertainment!
Alphonse: ... Precious clothes?
Analys: Yes! so elegant, and properly taken care of.. They look beautiful and I'm jealous of her! I want those clothes, but they won't fit me. I wouldn't ask either.
Alphonse: ... I'm sure she has something that would--
Analys: Nononon. I wouldn't ask, I'll just find away to make a better outfit for myself.
Alphonse: Alright then.
Analys: We just need a little strip of gold. For the rim...
Alphonse: *nods as he leads her to Delysia's room*
Analys: *quietly fiddling with Azzy'e shirt and pondering on how to fix and and design he rest of the coat*
Alphonse: *stays quiet for the trip, then knocks on the door, calling Delysia? And she opens it dressed in a frilly white and pink nightgown.*
Analys: ...*her mouth drops, she drops the clothes and she let's out a loud noise, moving to look over the night gown*
Delysia: *it is mostly white, frilled with pink ribbons and lace, and puffs out around the sleeves and bottom; she rubs her eyes and smiles sleepily at them, but Alphonse doesn't seem to notice anything as he just asks if she has any bit of gold cloth to spare*
Analys: *keeps letting out these squeals at such a cute outfit, prodding it, and touching the texture between her fingers, making note of the design and flowers*
Delysia: *yawns* Hello, Miss Analys... Do you like this one too?
Analys: *she nods quickly and the composes herself* I-I'm sorry. I got distracted.. Yes, do... You have any clothes with gold on it?
Delysia: Oh, I was about to look... *pats Analys' hand with a smile and then goes to check her box*
Alphonse: *raises a brow at Analys* For a moment I thought you were going to tear it off her body.
Analys: .... I had to stop the urge, Alphonse. I... I had to stop the urge.
Alphonse: ... Dear Arceus.
Analys: ....*fidgets and picks the shirt back up* I am ashamed.
Alphonse: You should be :< That poor innocent girl.
Analys: .....I'm sorry. Please don't tell her.
Delysia: *walking back to them with a gold and purple dress* Tell me what?
Analys: *shakes her head quickly* It's nothing--- Oh but that is just.. Gorgeous...
Delysia: *smiles, a little sadly before she brightens* This is good enough, right?
Alphonse: We'll only need a smidgen of that, Delysia.
Analys: *looks a little disappointed but quickly hides it as she points to the sleeves* Just some gold from here will be enough, yes. Thank you!
Delysia: *hands the dress to Analys* Would you like to remove that now?
Analys: *nods quickly and pulls out a tiny pair of sissors, maneuvering the strip out and pondering on the empty space, before she looks at the feathers and ponders... She hurriedly gives Alphonse the clothes and settles down to add a bit of the feathers to the outfit*
Delysia: Oh! Feathers? How cute!
Analys: *she takes a few more minutes, adding some of the feathers to other parts of the dress before standing up and handing it to her* It's the least I can do.
Delysia: *smiles as she takes the dress back, looking over these changes* You are very talented, Miss Analys!
Analys: *smile back softly* Thank you.. And for the gold too, it's very helpful...!
Delysia: You and Alphonse are very welcome! *curtsies*
Analys: *she waves before turning to looks down at the items* I can make it for you now, Alphonse..!
Alphonse: Hm, that was relatively painless. *takes off his coat to fold it and hand it to her, and he smiles thinly* I do hope this is enjoyable for you.
Analys: *laughs and nods as she sits on the floor and begins to work infron of Delysia's room* it is!
Alphonse: Shall I stay and keep watch?
Analys: It won't take too long, but.. Could you go to my room and gather the clothes? It's room 528.
Alphonse: *nods and turns to walk off quickly, heels clicking*
Analys: *and she hesitates.. Looking over at Delysia's room*
(The door is closed, but unlocked...)
Analys: *she opens the door slowly to peer inside...*
(And Delysia looks like she's trying to get some sleep on her bed.)
Analys: *her eyes widen and she pulls back, closing the door to finish up the coat*
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 11:49 am
"A picture? For me?"
Participants: Alphonse, Azzy
Status: Complete
(Alphonse has been avoiding the courtyard recently, thanks to a certain... incident, and he's peering warily into the cafeteria, trying to see the menu for today... And Azzy seems alone today, sitting at a table and wiggling his legs, while drawing on a piece of paper..)
Alphonse: *wrinkles his nose when he sees the food, then catches sight of Azzy and strides over to his table, a faint but rather friendly smile on his face* Azzy?
Azzy: -he looks up quickly, the ears flopping and then perking up- Zuu!!
Alphonse: *looks somewhat taken aback, but he moves to sit down* Oh? You think we're friends?
Azzy: Zuuu, zuuzu?
Alphonse: I... yes. *smiles a little more, and as he puts some plastic gloves on, he pats Azzy's head very lightly* Yes, of course we are.
Azzy: -smiles widely and goes back to drawing a crude picture- Zuuuuzuu, Azuuuril
Alphonse: *looks down at the picture*
(It's a picture of.. Nicanor? cackling and Azzy behind him, looking all small and on his ball)
Alphonse: *lets out a snort* Your picture looks wonderful. How has that little brat been treating you lately, anyway?
Azzy: -his tail bounces agains thte floor as he looks up at Alphonse- Zuu! Zurill!
Alphonse: *raises his brows* Honestly? He isn't hurting you anymore?
Azzy: -nodsnods- Zurill, Zuu.
Alphonse: *glances down at Azzy's arms, and he nods* ... Well. I suppose he isn't completely hopeless after all.
Azzy: -tilts his head- Zuu?
Alphonse: I was worried, when I saw what he was like.
Azzy: ... Zuu.
Alphonse: *his lips quirk slightly* But, well, as long as you like him and he's not hurting you, I won't say anything more.
Azzy: -blinks and then thinks of something- Zuuril Zuu?
Alphonse: Ah, I'm thinking of getting something to eat. I don't want to touch it directly, though, I spent so long disinfecting my hands...
Azzy: -stares blankly-... Zuu?
Alphonse: They were dirty... *wrinkles his nose*
Azzy: ... Zuuril.
Alphonse: Yes.
Azzy: .... Zuuuuuriiiil.
Alphonse: *hesitantly glances at the menu again* Do you want anything?
Azzy: -shakes his head and doodles Alphonse now- Zuu!
Alphonse: *looks back at him, and bites back a smile as he sees this* I'll be right back then...
Azzy: -he nods and smiles back, before doodling more and humming-
Alphonse: *stares at the buffet table* ...
(CHEESE)
Alphonse: ... When did that get there? *brightens and takes some*
(Then Alphonse goes back to their table, looking pleased with this turn of events.)
Azzy: -and he's happily looking over the crude picture- c:
Alphonse: *smiling quite a bit more than he normally manages, and as he sets his cheese down, he pets Azzy's head* That's really quite lovely, Azzy~ How did you know I liked cheese so much?
Azzy: ... -looks at the cheese, shrugs and giggles- Zuu!!
Alphonse: *lets out a laugh, petting him a bit more before turning to his cheese* Will you show that to Nicanor?
Azzy: -nodsnods- Zuu! Zuu zuzuril...
Alphonse: If he doesn't, tell me, and I will hurt him. :<
Azzy: -giggles and nods- Zuuril >w< Thank you <3
Alphonse: You're quite welcome :< *eats his cheesy goodness daintily*
Azzy: -watches this curiously now-
Alphonse: *after a few moments, and after wiping his mouth, he glances at Azzy* Are you sure you don't want some?
Azzy: -he shakes his head- Zuu! -but continues staring- No!
Alphonse: Suit yourself! *goes back to eating, and despite his constant pausing to wipe, he seems very hungry*
Azzy: Zuuzurill zuu?
Alphonse: If they have any. I didn't see anything else that looked as... edible.
Azzy: -he nods at this- Zuu... Zuurill zuu?
Alphonse: Yes, please.
Azzy: -stands up, clings to his tail... puts the picture next to Alphonse before that, and scuttles off quickkly-
Alphonse: *smiles and looks at the picture again* What a cute kid.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 12:18 pm
"What the bloody hell happened to your ankle?"
Participants: Alphonse, Liadan, Roscielle
Status: Complete
( Then she fell down the stairs after the kiss with Liadan.)
Alphonse: Oh bloody hell, are you alright?! *runs over* Did you -break- anything?
Roscielle: -winces and holds onto her head- O-ow... N-no I'm sorry.. Ow...
Alphonse: Let me see your head!
Roscielle: -hesitantly lets go of it and then grasps onto her legs- O--ow!!
Alphonse: *about to inspect but then he looks down at this* Oh, Arceus, you -did- break something, didn't you?
Roscielle: -shakes her head- N-no I'm alright...
Alphonse: *muttering* I'm not exactly qualified to fix this... Perhaps I should call one of the nurses...
Roscielle: -her eyes widen and she shakes her head- No!! Please, no! Don't do that..
Alphonse: *glances up* Why not? I've heard some vaguely promising things about them.
Roscielle: -shakes her head more- Vague means nothing, you don't really know if they're nice or not.
Alphonse: Vaguely promising is better than whispers of hurting patients.
Roscielle: I still don't trust that..
Alphonse: *lets out a huff* Well, I can't exactly carry you anywhere.
Roscielle: I.. I never asked you to...
Alphonse: *raises his brows* You weren't expecting it, either? Hmm?
Roscielle: Not exactly no.. -rubs her ankle softly-
Alphonse: *looks unconvinced, but moves to stand* If you won't let me find a nurse, at least let me find someone actually capable of carrying you.
Roscielle: -she looks a little nervous- I-It's fine.. honestly.
Alphonse: Can you even -walk- on that ankle? No, actually, I'd rather you didn't test it. *glances up the stairs* What -happened-, exactly? Did someone push you?
Roscielle: No one pushed me, I just.. was distracted...
Alphonse: Well, you really can't afford to be distracted here! I thought you would know that!
Roscielle: I-I know! I'm sorry..
Alphonse: Why are you apologizing?!
Roscielle: I don't know!
Alphonse: *runs a hand through his hair with a sigh, and mutters sarcastically* I rather wish your roses could spontaneously grow and cart you off. Or even better, heal your wounds. Did they cause this, by the way? Were they acting up again on the bloody -stairs-?
Roscielle: -blinks at this and her eye brows furrow- No, they were not acting up onthe.. bloody stairs...
Alphonse: Then what was so enthralling, exactly -- *seems to remember his manners through his agitation and amends,* if you don't mind my asking?
Roscielle: -she bites her lip and looks away-
Alphonse: ... Well then, a more pressing matter... *mutters* What shall we do about your... injuries...
Roscielle: I'm fine Mister Alphonse, really..
Alphonse: *considers this for a moment before reaching into his pants and putting on some gloves, then offering her a hand* Do you -really- want to test that ankle, then?
Roscielle: -she takes his gloved hand delicately, after rubbing the ankle a little more and then crying out in pain as she puts pressure on it, falling to her knees and whimpering- O-o-ow..
Alphonse: *clicks his tongue* Right, then... we will need to find someone.
Roscielle: -rubs at her ankle furiously- O-oh dear this hurts so much..
Alphonse: I know you don't exactly have an option about this, but wait here, I'll return with help...
Roscielle: -she lets out a noise but nods- Alright..
( So Alphonse comes back dragging the Sneasel, who whistles upon seeing her. )
Roscielle: ....................
Liadan: What'd you do to yerself, girlie? *which she says with a giant smirk*
Roscielle: -lets out a whimper-
Alphonse: *looks back and forth between them with a raised brow, but shakes his head* I said she was injured. Could we please save the small talk until we can get her properly treated?
Liadan: By who? You said she didn't wanna see a nurse. *walks over and picks Roscielle up with ease* Mmhmhm, still as light as ever~ Ya little doll.
Roscielle: -hides her face from embaressment, her ankle swollen deeply-
Alphonse: ... I was thinking I could possibly take care of that myself.
Liadan: *snorts* Oh, yeah, you look pretty damn qualified. *glances down at her ankle and lets out another whistle* This is pretty bad. *and she adjusts the way she's holding her so she can press a cool hand against the area, a sort of makeshift ice pack, and she mutters teasingly to Roscielle* Didn't tell ya to toss yerself off the stairs, Rosie.
Roscielle: -she lets out a cry from this, clutchin tightly at Liadan while letting out a weak and scared sound- I-I didn't do it on purpose!
Liadan: Ya sure? 'Cause now I can play knight in shinin' armor 'n everythin'~
Roscielle: -she mumbles quietly, clutching tighter- You already stole a kiss from me, what more could you possibly want..
Liadan: Oh, I dunno. *drops a kiss on her forehead*
Roscielle: -she wipes it away hurriedly, and stays silent-
Liadan: *grins and looks back at Alphonse* So where're we goin', exactly, Fairy Boy? 'Cause I seriously think a nurse'd be able help. *grins even more* 'Specially the girl. Cute and sweet, she is.
Alphonse: *flinches at the nickname, an odd spark of anger flashing over his face, but it passes as he narrows his eyes* Miss Roscielle would rather not see a nurse, so I will respect her wishes. I don't exactly trust them myself, despite the lack of rumors -- and I certainly don't trust -that-... assessment of yours. We will take her to her room for now, if she would kindly supply the directions...
Roscielle: .... I don't want to do that with her here.
Alphonse: My room for now then. Follow me. *starts walking ahead of them, quickly*
Liadan: *pouts at Roscielle, but moves to follow him, also with relative ease* It's not like I'd sneak in the middle of the night an' do stuff to ya.
Roscielle: -looks away from her and closes her eyes- I don't believe that. You could pick my lock, I know you could.
Liadan: Oh, yeah. I'm pretty good at that. Part of my trainin', don'tcha know?
Roscielle: yes, I do know, which is why I refuse to give you my room directions.
Liadan: I'll figure it out on my own sometime. Or maybe I won't have to~ Maybe you'll warm up ta me and tell me yerself.
Roscielle: I-I doubt that completely!
Liadan: You're holdin' on ta me like ya might die otherwise~ I know, I know, ankle, hurts like a b***h, but hey :> It's nice. Good sign of things ta come.
Roscielle: -she shakes her head- I only hold onto you this tightly because it hurts. That's all.
Liadan: Mm-hm~ *mutters in a low, teasing, but husky voice* I think it's a sign of how tight you'll hold on to me when I kiss you on another pretty set of lips~
Roscielle: -and she lets go completly, letting out a loud frutrated noise-
Liadan: *lets out a loud laugh, holding her up a little higher* Don't worry, don't worry, 'm jokin'.
Roscielle: I don't belive you! -keeps her eyes completely away from Liadan-
Liadan: Don't worry. I'm a lotta things -- but I'm not gonna force a woman into anythin' she doesn't want to do. There's gotta be somethin' in it for 'er, too.
Roscielle: -she lets out a noise- Mm, how noble..
Liadan: Noble? Pssh~ Everybody's got a coupla rules. Just like to keep my rules mine, and I'm not too kind to anyone else's. 'Sides, if this is what ya do when I kiss ya, I don't think I wanna do it again.
Roscielle: -she lets out a noise- I don't know how I tripped.
Liadan: So gobsmacked ya weren't lookin' at yer own feet, eh?
Roscielle: I-I don't udnerstand what you just said..
Liadan: Tch. Lemme rephrase -- Too distracted by my luscious lips to watch where you were going?
Roscielle: -her face flares over- No! that's not the reason!
Liadan: Your cheeks betray you, hun~
Roscielle: I was reliving the h-horrible moment!
Liadan: Oh, horrible~ Sure~
Roscielle: -she looks solemn now- Why are you doing this to me, I'm sure there are plenty of other lesbians around for you to mind mess..
Liadan: Oh, you'd be surprised how few there are in here :<
Roscielle: T-then why not go after them?
Liadan: Because I've already had a few of 'em, and one of those I didn't have is so batshit set on her lover I didn't wanna push 'er.
Roscielle: -she blinks at this- Miss Shu..
Liadan: Yeah. Seriously though, there ain't a lot of girls here who won't go through a mini-crisis if I seduced them. ... I think one of the lesbians I slept with went through that anyway, but that's not my problem.
Roscielle: -she frowns now- Don't make me go through one, then. I'm fragile enough..
Liadan: Hey, look, like I said, I'm not gonna force a woman into anythin', she's gotta get somethin' out of it. *nudges her* And you, dolly, you won't get much outta being with me. Couldn't help myself with that kiss...~ But I swear I won't do anymore like it unless ya beg.
Roscielle: Mm... believe me I won't beg..
Liadan: Sure you won't. *louder now* Hey, Fairy Boy, we there yet?
Alphonse: *visibly flinches again from the name and hisses over his shoulder* -No-. I would have stopped walking if we were, hmm?
Liadan: Tch, don't get your panties in a knot :<
Alphonse: Ugh, you're quite insufferable!
Liadan: *snickers* It's a full-time job, don'tcha know? Just like you gotta keep yer pinky up and remember yer tea and crumpets. Lie back and think of England, ol' boy!
Alphonse: *lets out a loud, angry cry, turning to glare at her* Was that -ridiculous- accent supposed to be -me-? Look, you, you-- argh, when we reach my room, I insist you leave! We will have no further need of your assistance! We... oh... bloody hell, you have the ice.
Liadan: Yup. *grinning practically from ear to ear*
Alphonse: ... *petulantly* I think I quite despise you.
Liadan: Pip, pip, ya poofter.
Roscielle: -mumbles softly- Miss Lee could freeze something for me, and then leave.
Alphonse: *grumbles* And what if you need more? I certainly don't want to hunt her down again...
Roscielle: She could freeze several items for me..
Alphonse: Fine! After that you leave!
Liadan: Ohoho, yes. Jolly good show, mate.
Alphonse: STOP THAT!
Liadan: *snickers*
Roscielle: -she stays quiet as they continue to Alphonse's room, the roses that used tobe by her ankle seemed to have slithered up, to lessen the pressure, and some brused bulbs create and openening by the bruise to let out quiet a bit of blood and cause her to moan in pain-
Liadan: *they both glance back at her, but Lia mutters first,* What? A new leech?
Roscielle: -her eyes are closed and she looks somewhat pale- It's dying, didn't want to die inside of me... or it would have poisoned..
Liadan: *frowns* Hey, Harry Potter. Hurry it up.
Alphonse: ... *splutters angrily and walks even faster*
Roscielle: -shakes her head lightly- It's alright.. the rose stopped some of the pain.
Liadan: Really now?
Roscielle: No, -she holds her head- I lied.
Liadan: *lets out a snort* Mm-hm. Every other part of ya is startin' to look like death.
(Her roses don't look any better either. They're beginning to curl at the edges lightly and turn into a deathly brown color, the scent of the roses lessening as well, but she isn't bleeding heavily anymore. Lia curses inelegantly as they rush to Alphonse's room, where he does have some medical supplies already, but only in small stock... Liadan goes off to freeze some objects with her breath, while Alphonse tries to examine her more closely to figure out what to do, exactly...)
Roscielle: -she takes in a deep breath and lets it out shakily- M-mm.. the roses can.. can help..
Alphonse: Are you sure? They really don't seem to be in good shape either... *blinks quickly* ... Should we have taken you outside?
Roscielle: Mm.. the sun..? Is it sunny outside..?
Alphonse: Reasonably so, from what I can tell. Do you need water, too?
Roscielle: The sun doesn't heal me, it.. just gives me nutrition.. but I would like water..
Alphonse: I just thought, from the state of your roses... ah, you! Give me that! *Lia wrinkles her brows but tosses the bottle she was breathing on at him, which he fumbles to catch, and he glances down at the swollen area* .. Go find her some water, will you?
Liadan: *rolls her eyes* Yeah, yeah. *but she glances at Roscielle before running out quickly*
Roscielle: -she opens her eyes wearily and looks over at Alphonse- Tell her to leave when she gets the water, please..
Alphonse: Oh, believe me, I'd be more than happy to.
Roscielle: -smiles weakly- I'm sorry I cause you to be troubled over me Mister Alphonse.. I will gather flowers for you when I get better, the ones who are ready to give out as much nectar as you like..
Alphonse: *smiles back, thin and faint, but reassuring* Thank you, Roscielle.
Roscielle: -closes her eyes now- I'm especially sorry for the blood.. on your bed..
Alphonse: Don't worry about that now. Believe it or not, I'm more worried about treating you. *rather lightly* After all, the sooner you recover, the better for us both.
Roscielle: Mm.. yes, I'm causing too much trouble for you.
Alphonse: *flicks her forehead with a finger* Oh, none of that demure deprecation now, thank you. I'm helping of my own free will.
Roscielle: -winces from this- I'm sorry.
Alphonse: No more apologies! Rest. I'll manage this.
Roscielle: A-alright, thank you again..
Alphonse: You are quite welcome.
(She hurriedly falls asleep right afterwards, the roses seem to be livening up, and workign their way towards the dying bulb... strangling it from gathering blood. All of them slither around the opening to absorb as much as they can and become a deep maroon red.)
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 12:41 pm
"Ah! An Umbreon!"Participants: Alphonse, Nigel
Status: Complete, continued here
Alphonse: *looks up from eating a bunch of cheese* ... M... m-my arse is not big. ;-;
Nigel: *wanders by as someone is talking about his rear-end* .... It's another bugman! O:
Alphonse: I am not a-- *turns around and blinks quickly* ... Oh, my. An Umbreon...?
Nigel: *pauses* ..... << Yeeeesss? You know what that is? *tail wag, but looks a little confused, he's not an eeveelution so has no idea what he is*
Alphonse: *looks him over carefully, brows furrowed* Yes, of course I do. And for the record, I am a Volbeat, not a... a bugman.
Nigel: Oh! Well, I do realize that some know of pokemon while others have never heard of them. I don't like to assume. And the 'other bugman' I referred to actually isn't a pokemon. And I was my master's only pokemon, so please forgive me but I don't really know what a volbeat is. My name's Nigel, by the way. *offers his hand to shake, then glances down at it, realizing it's rather dirty* Hm.
Alphonse: ... Yes, well. I've made it a point to be informed. It's rather odd you don't know, though; are you from Johto? Ah, in any case -- I've heard many others refer to Volbeat as fireflies, if that term is more familiar for you. And my name is... Alphonse... *looks down at his hand and lets out a horrified squeak, immediately thrusting a wipe at him* ... Please take this. I insist.
Nigel: Oh, do you own lots of books? I heard there is a library somewhere. I don't know where I'm from. I do remember he owned me when I was just a little eevee. We spent a lot of time outside, with his 'pack'... doing pack things... *obvious nostalgic expression and grin goes with his lazy tail wag, which abruptly stops a moment later* Yes, I'm sorry... I spend so much time roaming the halls I rarely even get my hands washed, what a sorry state, right? I just can't help but terrorize the Groundskeeper though, he hates when I dig in his garden. *cackles and sighs a little but then takes the wipe, sniffs at it just to be sure* Alphonse. That name suits you. How do you manage to keep yourself so neat and tidy? And clean? Are you friends with one of the janitors or something?
Alphonse: *lets out a disbelieving laugh* A library? I do hope you don't mean here. If you do, you'll have to let me know when you find it. *blinks at Nigel's story, glancing down at his tail as it starts to wag... but then his eyes snap back up to Nigel's face when he continues, and he shudders delicately at the mention of the Groundskeeper* It's safe, that wipe. And thank you. *laughs, again disbelieving* Really, I may as well be the janitor myself -- I do most of the cleaning around here. I'm beginning to think this place hasn't seen one in years. It's like a mythical creature.
Nigel: Well I always had the impression that the firefly I mentioned was rather bookish and always has some sort of book under his harm, but I don't know him very well. *enjoying Alphonse's reactions to some of what he's saying, obviously used to more delicate living, and not sure whether the volbeat is disgusted with him or not* I see, well perhaps if they hire you, you won't have to worry about it quite as much. Staff always seem healthier than anyone else, right? I don't get the feeling that caring for our well-being is a requirement to work here, so you may be right.
Alphonse: Ah? He is a firefly? I'd quite like to meet him. I haven't seen many others here. *and he wrinkles his nose at that* They don't care about us. I doubt they would look for help amongst us, either. *in a lower voice, after casting a quick look around* And certainly not from someone who has stolen what little cleaning supplies they do have...
Nigel: Well I've seen him hiding. You can't miss his glowing hands! ^.^ *shrugs* And perhaps the fact that some of us can't cope without their help thins out our ranks and makes them happier. You seem to be doing all right though. *hunches a little, conspiratorily* And who knows, maybe they'd value your ingenuity. Don't take my word on it though. They might get mad that you stole from them. *rubs his ear thoughtfully*
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 12:55 pm
"Please take care of your hair from now on."
Participants: Alphonse, Azzy, Nicanor
Status: Complete
Nicanor: I WOULD BOMB THIS PLACE SO HARD AND FAST THEY WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO THINK STRAIGHT!
Alphonse: ... That sounds decidedly wrong.
Azzy: ... Zuuu. -nods his head quickly-
Alphonse: *puts his gloved hands over Azzy's ears* Come along, before he taints you.
Azzy: Zuu?!
Nicanor: WHAT?! He's my minion! I need him to be untainted!
Alphonse: That also sounds wrong.
Azzy: ....... ZUU.
Alphonse: Do you want him to be pure and virginal, too, you blithering pervert?!
Nicanor: YES-- I mean no-- wait, what?!
Alphonse: I'VE HEARD ENOUGH. *drags Azzy away*
Azzy: -looks so confused-
( And later, when they're farther away from an equally confused Nicanor. )
Alphonse: It's alright, Azzy. I won't let him have his way with you. >:c
Azzy: ... Zuu?!
Alphonse: *grumbles* What a -filthy- boy!
Azzy: ... -confused-.
Alphonse: I really don't want to go through the Pidgeots and the Beedrills with you right now, Azzy. Maybe later... when you are a little older... and a little less guilt-inducingly innocent.
Azzy: -his eyes grow huge-
Alphonse: ... *looks away*
Azzy: Zuu zurill zuu?!
Alphonse: When you're older, Azzy! I'll tell you then!
Azzy: -his eyes grow wider-
Alphonse: ... And by the way, if he ever asks to cuddle naked with you, I insist you make some kind of excuse and run away. And don't play doctor with him. See an actual nurse for that... NO. DON'T SEE A NURSE FOR THAT. I didn't mean-- just-- if you are wounded-- then... argh. Yes. *slaps his own forehead* ...
Azzy: ..... zuurill.
Alphonse: ... It will all make sense soon, I promise.
Azzy: Zuu. -flops on his little tail ball-
Alphonse: *grumbles* You will wake up to your sheets, soaked, the morning after a very confusing dream, and it will be -so- difficult to wash them...
Azzy: ..............
Alphonse: *grumblegrumble* And then you will wonder if anyone will ever love you so much in real life, and if your friend's brother actually looks like that....
Azzy: -he blinks and moves to hug Alphonse-
Alphonse: And how would you tell your sister that you're dating a dragon? Oh, no, no need to worry about that, she's -dead- -- *blinks and looks down at this* ... *awkwardly puts a hand on his head*
Azzy: -lets out a noise and hugs him tighter- Zuuu!
Alphonse: I... I'm sorry, Azzy, I... started to lose myself again. *pets his head* Thank you.
Azzy: -blinks up at him an tries to reach up a hand to pet him-
Alphonse: *laughs as he realizes what he's trying to do, and for once it's not one of his brief, sharp barks of laughter; and then he bends down to let Azzy pet his head*
Azzy: -pets his head awkwardly to, and puts both hands to ruffle his hair- Zuu!!
Alphonse: *doesn't seem to mind that as much as he normally would, as he smiles* Oh, you like my hair?
Azzy: -nods with a kid like giggle- Zuuril!
Alphonse: *smiles wider and bends down even more to create a dramatic bow, spreading out his arms* I'm -incredibly- pleased that you do, good sir! I take special care of it -- and I'll have you know that's quite difficult when I have to hunt for shampoo.
Azzy: -giggles more and tries to imitate this bow, his big floppy ears twitching-
Alphonse: Ah, you're a very quick leaner~
Azzy: -nods his hair, but tries to fix his little cap- Zuu!!
Alphonse: *adjusts it himself, chuckling* When was the last time you were able to wash your hair, Azzy?
Azzy: -blinks and counts on his fingers only to hold up all of them-
Alphonse: ... *peeks under the hat now*
( There are bugs. Crawling. and hissing at Alphonse.)
Alphonse: ... This really isn't how I wanted to see other bugs again.
Azzy: -scratches his head- Zuu?
Alphonse: Right. We need to take care of that. Now, preferably.
Azzy: -scratchscratch- ?!
Alphonse: *drags Azzy to his room with a highly obvious grimace*
Azzy: -flails- Zuuu Q AQ
Alphonse: Trust me, you -will- feel better after we clean that... -mess- off!
Azzy: -still hesitant, but follows him.. and looks down at his hands-
(The right one is wrapped up in thick bandages, so Alphonse is using his gloved left hand to pull Azzy...)
Azzy: -he looks worried from this- Zuurill..?
Alphonse: What? Oh, don't worry about that.
Azzy: Zuu?
Alphonse: It's nothing, I'm quite alright...
Azzy: -moves to pat the gloved hand- Zuu ;;
Alphonse: *he turns his head to smile at Azzy reassuringly*
Azzy: ; A; -he just tries to follow him without trouble now-
Alphonse: *when they reach his room, he points Azzy towards the little cubicle of a bathroom within it, and then goes off to his table of supplies to look for shampoo. He also wonders if he should have grabbed some flea shampoo too.*
Azzy: -and he shuffles around, moving to pull his clothes off and sits on the toilet, feet dangling. But he didn't take the cap off..-
Alphonse: *walks over to him with an armful of shampoo and soap, and he nods over at the... little... shower?* I'm not even sure if the water is working... hold these... *pushes the supplies towards Azzy and tries to turn the knob with his good hand* Hmm. ... Ah, I suppose that will do... *walks back to him and yanks off the cap*
Azzy: -he holds them all, strugglign to keep them in his hands- Z-zuu! -nods at him but blinks and looks up as the cap comes off.. in a horrifyingly sticky way.
Alphonse: ... We... need to wash this too.
Azzy: ... Zuuu.
Alphonse: ... *drops the cap into the sink as though tossing a dead thing away and slowly starts taking the shampoos and things back* Into the water with you, now.
Azzy: -he holds onto his tail, covering his most private area, and wobbles in... hurriedly moving into the water and looking like he just found heaven.-
(Alphonse smiles briefly at that, but then he steels himself as he begins his work. It's rather difficult with just one hand, and he apologizes to the bugs the whole time, but, well... he eventually gets it done. Azzy tries to help him by scratching the soap into his hair, so Alphonse won't get his other hand wet, but freaks out quite a bit at each of the bugs that bite him. And... when they're done he's got several bites on his hands and he's all, 'QAQ' So Alphonse tries to clean off Azzy's hands. He's probably better off himself since he was wearing a glove.)
Azzy: -and when they're done with that, he plays with his fluffy hair, happily-
Alphonse: *shaking out his hand, staring mournfully at his wrist* That... that was worth it, wasn't it?
Azzy: -he nods happily and leans over to hug him- Zuurill!
Alphonse: *pats his head almost wearily, but he smiles widely at him* You're quite welcome. I do hope you can take care of your hair from now on.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 7:20 am
"What in Arceus' name is this?!"
Participants: A whole lot of patients and staff ohoho
Status: Complete
Daniel: .... *Shrugs* More comfortable this way
Alphonse: *splutters* What?!
Ingway: *taking notes on this phenomenon, nodding* Yes. You are clearly insecure about your borderline feminine physique. *waves a hand at Daniel* Especially when next to him.
Alphonse: DD8<
Jazz: -Sighs and just shuffles through paperwork, not paying attention to the fact that he is now shirtless-
Grim: -Tail flicks in annoyance- ...
(Ririka: ... -Turns to Janus- O uO)
Janus: -Punches me in the face- No.
Daniel: *Stares* More pokewhatsits.... *Gets an odd vibe about Ingway, but can't place why*
(Vethrfolnir: Topless Day! In which everyone is topless! EVERYONE. O__O)
Ingway: ... No.
Nicanor: *trying to tug Ingway's labcoat off, to no avail* DD:< ... *stares at Janus* OFF WITH THE SHIRTS, MEN WITH GIRL HAIR.
Ingway: ...
Alphonse: Pokemon, dammit! Why is this such a difficult word to-- ... say... where did all of these men come from. Why are they--
Nicanor: TOPLESS DAY. DO YOU SPEAK IT, MINION NUMBER THREE? D:<
Daniel: *Smirks* Poke.Whats.It. *Totally not doing it on purpose*
Ezekiel: ... *Takes a bite from his peach jam covered bagel and observes the going ons. Shrugs off his lab coat to toss over Jazz. Only he gets to see that!!*
Ichi: OmO *Screeches and covers his eyes* Everyone's naked!!!
Jazz: -Blinks, his head cocking a bit to the side when he is hit with the coat. Rolling his eyes, he sets the paperwork aside and pulls on the coat-
Grim: ...What's with the midgets running around?
Janus: -Raises a brow at Nicanor- Keep talking like that, and I may just take you to the catacombs and surgically turn you in to a girl.
Ezekiel: What the hell is going on here? *Licks some stray jam off his thumb while hovering by Jazz. He couldn't care less if the patients wanted to run around half naked. Just as long as they left him, and what's his, alone*
Ichi: OmO *Hisses and sparks while pointing at Grim* Kidnapper!!!
Alphonse: *twitches and wraps his arms around himself to cover his chest, then turns his glare on Daniel* Poke. Mon. You-- cheeky little... *looks down at his tail* ... Sharpedo!
Ingway: *tilts his head at the scene with Jazz and Ezekiel, then mutters to Grim* They are our younger patients. *seems to smirk very briefly at Janus' comment, and writes something else down on his clipboard*
Nicanor: As they should be, extremely yellow minion! For today is Topless Day and everyone must be without a shirt! No exceptions! *but then he looks horrified* ... *narrows his eyes* Not a bad threat, tall man. Not bad at all.
Spearmint: -has the trained, chiseled body of an athlete...who has been trapped in an asylum for several months-
Daniel: *Waves his hand in the air dismissively* Don't look like much of a "mon" to me, dude *Snorts* And last I checked, I'm not a marker *Chooses to interpret Sharpedo as Sharpie*
Ichi: *Taps a finger on his lip* All perverts. Every last one of you ;~; *Points at Nicanor* Especially you, bossy midget!
Jazz: Don't you know, Zeke? -Holds the coat tightly around himself- It's Topless Day of course.
Grim: -Scowls and glares at the Pichu- I AM NOT NO *****, YOU DAMN RAT! LET IT GO ALREADY!
Lennox: *Is nearly topless anyways because of the vest. Flicks his tail in minor agitation at being pushed out*
Haunter: *Hiding in the shadows because he doesn't want anyone to see his pasty white bleached scrawny chest* >.<
Jezebell: *Runs through the thread, arms over her head, waving her shirt and bra over her head as she laughs* Ah hee hee! Bouncy Bouncy!
Alphonse: Do you not see these?! *points irritably at his antennae, which are twitching furiously* These are a clear sign that I am a Volbeat --... no, nevermind! I shall not waste the effort on you, clearly you have you too much brine stuffed in your ears D:<
Nicanor: THE GREAT NICANOR IS NOT A PERVERT! *points blindly at Grim* He is! ... *drops his finger at seeing Jezebell running around* ... AGH! CHEST TUMORS!!
Ingway: *looks back and forth between the kids and Grim during this exchange, and writes more, mumbling* Keep a close eye on the Houndoom. *looks up at Spearmint* ... *scribble* Feed the Glaceon more. And the Haunter.
Grim: -Lets out a growl, his tail thrashing around even more. Reaches out to grab at Nicanor and shake him like a ragdoll - I am not a pervert you sick little midget! If anyone here is a pervert, it's clearly you!
Spearmint: ._. ... -does need to be fed properly- ;_;
Jazz: -Rolls his eyes and chucks an apple at Spearmint-
Ichi: ;~; *Whimpers and yanks his ears down to cover his eyes* ... *Mumbles* Both perverts
Daniel: Dude, take a damn chill pill *Wiggles an ear at the sight of Lennox. Lifts a hand to wave, but instantly gets distracted by the topless chick* See! That chick knows how to let loose
Ezekiel: I see *Shakes his head* I will be keeping my shirt on. *Looks to Jazz* As will you.
Haunter: <3 *Watchs Grim with a happy little smirk on his face*
Lennox: *Flicks his tail and creeps over to Daniel to watch the strange individuals*
Jezebell: *Smiles and waves her shirt back and forth over her head* ^_^ I have a lovely pair of coconuts!
Jazz: Of course, Zeke. Of course. I know the rules and all the stuff. No worries.
Janus: -Grabs Jezebell by her hair and drags her out- No one needs to see this s**t...
Alphonse: *turns his head slowly to see what he's talking about, then immediately looks disgusted* I would rather not be like... "that chick". *wraps his arms more tightly around his chest, quickly looking away* And her... coconuts...
Nicanor: *flails* UNHAND ME, PERVERTED MINION!
Ingway: *calmly, but loud enough to be heard* Please release the patient. There will be no fighting during my watch.
Haunter: >3>
Jezebell: *Giggles up until the point her hair is grabbed* YOW! Ow ow ow ow ow! *Arm flails a little as she's dragged off, utterly ignorant of the unease she is creating by participating in 'Topless Day'* I'll put my top back on! Stop pulling stop pulling!!
Grim: -Huffs, and instead of setting Nicanor down gently he just drops him. Mumbles- Fine, have it your way then... -Sends one more glare at the child before stomping off, but then stops at the feeling of a familiar gaze- ...
Spearmint: ;_________________; Real...real fruit. -agog-
Ezekiel: Good. *Leans to peek at the papers* What are you working on? *Neglecting his job to be nosey*
Daniel: Sounds like someone's got coconut envy *Grins, flashing rows of razor sharp teeth. The grin quickly vanishes when his mind processes Ingway's words* .... *Grumbles out curses, glances at the present doctors, then grabs Len's arm to drag him off* Come on, we're moving to waters that have less piranha swimming about
Ichi: *Takes refuge in a corner, curled up in the fetal position* ;~;
Alphonse: W-what? Nonsense!! *shudders as he sees Daniel's teeth and quickly looks away from him... but does peek back at him as he leaves with Lennox, looking over the fairy curiously* ... *glances back at the others and notices Spearmint with an apple* Excuse me! Where did you get that?
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 12:15 pm
"Roekan? That's your name?"
Participants: Alphonse, Roekan
Status: Incomplete?
Roekan: *walking into the extensive building after being in the courtyard... drenched from the sudden downpour, ears and tail sagging heavily.* .... *walks awkwardly down the hall... trying to act as casual as ever*
Alphonse: *surprisingly not cleaning for once, his right hand still trapped in bandages; he seems to be inspecting some particularly filthy areas mournfully, and then his head jerks up at hearing footsteps and... dripping* ... Ah... You -- are you that... Poochyena?
Roekan: *a soggy ear flips up, eyes sliding over to the fancy pants. He blinks a few times, eyeing his new body up and down, before giving an eventual nod. Who else could he be? No one else looked like `im. His ears flick a few times as water trickles into their cavity, making his head irritably twirk to rub against his shoulder... definitely not liking that feeling..*
Alphonse: *while his clothes and hair have both lengthened, he's still as thin and delicate as before, perhaps a bit more so; regardless, his expression of disapproval hasn't changed a bit* ... If you aren't planning to just shake yourself off, I could give you a towel.
Roekan: *rubbing at his ear with a hand, he gives a subtle shrug* I'll just go change.. *it was rare for him to stay in his room, or even venture to it, but.. in this instance, he didn't have much choice; being soaked to the bone. But he glances back at the other guy... lips pursing a bit to the side in a show of thought* you're different...
Alphonse: *seems mildly surprised; from what he remembered of the Poochyena, he didn't expect him to have a room... or a change of clothes, for that matter. But he nods, and then looks more openly surprised at his second comment, not expecting him to notice that, either. A hand goes up to finger the ends of his hair, curling lightly over his shoulder, while his antennae twitch* A friend of mine fixed up my coat for me, and I didn't want to risk butchering my hair, so... I left it like this.
Roekan: *looks him over again, starting to shed off his jacket... which is clinging to him like a baby opossum.* Hm.. looks nice. *he responds casually, peeeeeling one arm out of his jacket, working on the next. But... he does twitch an ear, giving a slightly, and very small hint of irritance* that... towel would be nice.. *he mumbles... realizing he didn't have one himself*
Alphonse: *his antennae 'flinch' upwards, and he appears startled; he isn't exactly used to compliments, as casual as that was, and he colors slightly, glancing away from this soggy display and taking a step backwards* Er-- yes, well -- I'll be right back, then, unless you want to follow me.
Roekan: *shrugs and starts walking slowly down the hall towards his place* My rooms just up a few flights.. *he pause* kinda near yours... just one higher.. *he gestures for the bug to follow him, tail dangling behind him, as it drips endlessly*
Alphonse: Ah, right... *tries to regain his composure as he compliantly walks after him* ... Well, if I'm to see your room, I ought to know your name as well, hm? My name is Alphonse Colbert.
Roekan: *blinks and glances over his shoulder at him, not really seeing how the two topics correspond.. but doesn't care all that much* Roekan Soar.. *heads on up the stairs, draping his jacket over his shoulder*
Alphonse: *smiles wryly* I can stop calling you 'that Poochyena', then. Hm... Roekan? *considers the name for a moment -- it may sound slightly different in his accent, and then he continues* Have you gotten into any more fights since we last saw each other?
Roekan: *shrugs* If you want. *he'd naturally respond to either. *his tail twitched a few times as the air got colder the further up they went, his shoes squeaking quietly with each step placed. Rounding to the next flight, he glanced back at the Volbeat, smirking faintly* yeah.. *a long pause* but not as many..
Alphonse: *shudders lightly, drawing his coat tighter around himself; his sensitivity to cold is the whole reason he asked Analys to extend it, after all... and at Roekan's response, he raises a brow at him* I was beginning to wonder if someone had killed you in a fight. Honestly... do you really enjoy doing that?
Roekan: *once they reach his floor, he gave a look around, getting a few stares from some folks meandering about. Reaching his room, he just opens it up, and walks through... never bothering to lock it, seeing as he barely had anything in it. He smirked again though, and tossed his jacket on the ground, working his shoes off.* not yet they haven't.... *he begins to peel off his shirt, making water start to drip more frantically onto the ground. Pulling it off, he tosses it aside too, shivering slightly, before looking around for.. something..* it keeps me in shape..
Alphonse: Fighting is an exercise for you? Hmph. There is a gym area, you know -- that sounds a good deal -- *his voice hitches slightly when Roekan shamelessly tosses his shirt aside, and he stiffly turns his head away, eyes sliding shut* ... safer. Yes. I... ought to get that... towel, then. You wait here... *takes a few steps backwards before immediately turning on his heel and nearly running out*
Roekan: *shrugs, and glances over at the falter.. raising a brow slightly from Alphonse's weird behavior. Shrugging, he continues on and tosses all the wet articles aside, before sitting on his bed, wrapping the thin sheet around him to keep as warm as possible, tail soaking it behind him as he waits for a towel*
Alphonse: *minutes later, he makes his way back into the room, the clicking of his heels and jingling of his bells and trinkets announcing his arrival; he has a rather large but frayed towel in his arms, and he looks horribly embarrassed when he notices his clothes lying further away, his antennae twitching furiously* Here.
Roekan: *looking over to Alphonse as he returned, he just oh-so-casually stood up and strolled right on over in his bday suit.* thanks. *accepting it, he began rubbing himself with it furiously, especially his head, ears and tail. Finishing by wrapping it around his hips... he frowns a bit as his tails restricted. Flicking it multiple times under the towel, he gave a soft huff, and tousled his hair* ... when do you want this back? *slowly begins to collect his wet clothes... and lays them on his bed to dry*
Alphonse: *his eyes go impossibly wide and his cheeks turn as red as his pants; he shuts them tightly while Roekan dries himself off... and then puts a hand over them, not trusting himself. At the question, he grits his teeth* ... Whenever you're done with it. I suppose. ... You-- really shouldn't be -- I shouldn't be... oh, bloody hell -- I should leave now, right now, before you punch me in the face--
Roekan: *he blinks at the distressed bug, giving him a face.* what's wrong with you..? *he glances around his room some more, rubbing the back of his head a bit.. feeling like he oughta give the guy something back in return.* might be awhile. Don't have any other clothes. Gotta wait for these to dry.. *his other pair of clothes had been stolen, obviously...*
Alphonse: *keeps his eyes shut, blindly stepping back* N-nothing is wrong. Nothing at all... You remember where my room is, evidently, so simply... drop it off when your clothes are dry.
Roekan: *just watching the others strange behavior, he slowly began to follow him... curiously, eventually stepping around him. He peeked down either side of the hallway, before turning back around.. staring at the delicate wings* ... *tipping his head a bit, he lifted an arm to let his fingers brush along one a few times, admiring how it glistened as the light caught to it at different angles... which reminded him of those antenna again... lifting his gaze up to the curly's... he walked back around to the front of his buggy company, lifted that arm, and gave a light flick to one of them* ya broken, `er somethin?
Alphonse: *his breath catches, and his posture becomes unnaturally still from just that light touch, as if fearing he might rip his wing off; finally, that little flick to his antennae is enough to make his eyes open, wings shifting behind him, and he scowls* You're still as touchy as before, I see. *more quietly, sounding oddly strained* Why are you doing this...?
Roekan: *purses his lips a bit and shrugs* you were actin weird. Had`ta snap you outta it.. *he casually strolls around Alphonse again, and heads out into the hallway... heading up for the guys room* got some clothes I can borrow..?
Alphonse: *lets out a shaky breath, but his expression looks rather mortified as he strides after him, and hisses lowly* Listen, Roekan, I implore you not to take this wrong way, but given my inclinations, I'd rather there was no misunderstanding: I like men. I haven't been getting any... cheap thrills out of... out of... t-this, *gestures broadly at him* But it's been rather uncomfortable. For me. *clears his throat, his voice sounding wry as he tries to move ahead of him and stop Roekan from going inside his room* And I don't think you're the type to care, but do you really want to go around dressed like me?
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 12:42 pm
"This is worse than the ankle incident..."
Participants: Alphonse, Roscielle, Delysia, Azzy, Ingway
Status: Complete
(Roscielle doesn't leave her room for weeks on end, after that, the doors and windows locked. Alphonse, Delysia, and Azzy all try knocking, but Roscielle only gives a vague reply to assure them that she is still alive, but in no condition to speak...)
Alphonse: What -happened-, Roscielle? Roscielle!
Roscielle: *only answers this a week after the confrontation* She... she came here by herself... She came here with her own free will!
Delysia: Who is... she, Miss Roscielle?
Alphonse: I think I have a good idea.
Azzy: *Stands on his tippy toes and pushes at the door* Zuuu?
Roscielle: *sounds hysterical* Why would a person do something like that..!?
Alphonse: *puts his hands on Azzy's shoulders, but he frowns at this* Because she's looking for cheap thrills -- does someone like her really need an explanation?
Roscielle: Cheap thrills, she called this place boring! -she lets out a hysteric sob again- Boring... the experiments we went through and the ones the people are put through here... -boring-!
Alphonse: *flinches, his hands squeezing Azzy's shoulders* ... She doesn't know anything, Roscielle. I doubt she cares to know -- someone as ignorant as she is cares little for what the rest of us have suffered.
Azzy: *lets out a noise and looks up at him, and then at Delysia, confused*
Roscielle: -she lets out a sob again- I hate myself for falling for her... I hate myself...
Alphonse: *as Delysia looks equally puzzled, but even more concerned* Oh, Roscielle, don't. You can't help who you fall for. You didn't know she could be so utterly, callously thoughtless -- and, clearly, she doesn't know anything about you. But none of that is your fault...
Roscielle: I don't... I don't believe that I could have... I don't understand... -coughs now, as she calms herself from these words- I need to see a nurse.. I'm too weak to move.. -she continues to sob silently-
Alphonse: Delysia -- that nurse you found for me?
Delysia: *quietly* Mister Ingway?
Alphonse: Yes. Go fetch him, will you?
(There's a click on the door, she unlocked it..)
Delysia: *nods quickly, but she raises her voice as she presses her hands against the door* Please don't-- don't... collapse or fall terribly ill before he gets here, Miss Roscielle...
Azzy: Zuu... -clings to his little tail and pokes the knob-
Delysia: *reaching down to try and turn the knob* Miss... Roscielle?
(But when they open the door, she's curled up, sobbing into her hands-- the roses flared out-- as if in a defensive position... but they all look blackened .. and there are several puddles of blood in her room. Delysia gasps, a muffled cry of Miss Roscielle! on her lips -- despite her fear, she hurries over to her... meanwhile, Alphonse stays in the doorway, his eyes darting frantically around the room, and his pale complexion becomes impossibly more so, sheet-white...)
Azzy: *his eyes go wide and he gasps, looking up at him* Zuuril zuu?
Alphonse: Ah... so much blood...
Azzy: -nods and then points at the flowers-
Alphonse: Y... yes. The... flowers... she's... *strained, his voice rising an octave* Delysia?
Delysia: O-oh, Miss Roscielle, why did this... w-wha? What?
Alphonse: The nurse...
Azzy: -frowns at his response, not sure how to handle this situation, and tries to scuttle for the nurse himself-
Delysia: Oh!! Oh, yes, of course -- how silly of me -- I'll be right back!! *and she tries to find Roscielle's hand or shoulder -- or something, anything to squeeze despite the thorns, and then she runs off after Azzy*
Roscielle: *lets out a small sob* I-I'm sorry... I'... -cries softly- I'm so sorry...
Alphonse: Don't be sorry... it's not your fault. I know the words sound useless, now... but it's true...
Roscielle: -she sobs again- How can I not see her, even if what she said disturbed me... I still want to.. -shakes her head and lets out a frustrated noise-
Alphonse: Hah. Love is funny that way...
Roscielle: What should... what should I do Mister Alphonse... -coughs-
Alphonse: ... Personally... I wouldn't trust her. But, before I attempt to give you any... advice... let me first ask -- irritating and ignorant though she may be, did she make you feel happy... as happy as one could in this place?
Roscielle: -sobs again- I-I don't know.. we.. we never met up much.. sh.. she's a womanizer.. I feel for someone like her..
Alphonse: ... To follow her sounds like a painful path to take. If it will leave you like this again, I hardly think it's worth it... *takes a slow, shallow, shuddering breath* I'll... give you better advice... when you've recovered. You're ill. You've been keeping yourself out of the sunlight, we need to--
Ingway: *his voice is low and resonant as he glides silently into the room* You were right.
Delysia: I-I told you...
Azzy: *peeks in behind Ingway as Roscielle lets out a scared sob and the roses flare out again*
Delysia: He won't hurt you, Miss Roscielle! He helped Alphonse with his hand...
Roscielle: -she stays silent now, once he's in the room, sobbing though, but doesn't have the energy to hide-
Delysia: P-please relax...
Ingway: *he lifts her with Telekinesis, and it's probably very easy to do so, with how small and light she is...*
Alphonse: Take her out to the sun.
(She mumbles, "I'm sorry" again, one last sob.. before passing out completely..)
Ingway: I will bring her back here when she recovers. *and he walks out, her body floating eerily behind him*
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 4:20 pm
"You must be Lyndrali."
Participants: Alphonse, Lyndrali, Analys
Status: Complete
(Lyndrali is lying unconscious on the floor from being transported there for the first time. He's shallowly breathing as well as soaking wet.)
Alphonse: *huddled over the water dragon, his arms wrapped around his knees as he's keeping himself off of the floor by the tips of his toes; he stares at him with wide eyes, his breathing light and shallow as if fearing waking him with the sound* 'He looks like Analys... he couldn't be that brother she was talking about, could he?' *furrows his brows, and after a couple more minutes of scrutiny, he delicately clears his throat* ... hello?
Lyndrali: *breathing slowly, the only thing is moving is his body up from the ground -- because I forgot to mention he's laying face down onto the ground. It's all smooshed on that dirty floor. All... smooshed up on there. However when he hears Alphonse's voice, the only thing that happened is his tail thumping the ground roughly*
Alphonse: *glances at his tail with nothing but a dull acknowledgment of its similarities to Analys'; his thoughts are quickly becoming more concerned about all that dirt. His antennae and fingers are twitching with the growing urge to flip him over and disinfect his face* Hello? Sir? Please wake up. This floor is filthy. It's hardly the most ideal place to be taking a nap. Please wake up.
Lyndrali: *there is no more response but a loud thump of his tail and a sigh of breath occurs*
Alphonse: *sighs deeply* Well, if you're going to be difficult... *stands up straight, smooths down the slight crumples in his clothes, quickly combs through his hair, then tentatively nudges the dragon's back with the tip of his boot* Wake up!
Lyndrali: *this causes him to twitch, and a hand reaches out to grab that boot, fingers squeezing roughly*
Alphonse: *yelps and tries to jerk his foot backwards -- panic bubbles up within him as he feels those claws digging into the leather, and he blurts out,* Don't you dare ruin my good boots!!
Lyndrali: *snorts loudly and lifts his head, looking lightly drunk as he pulls himself up while still grasping that boot* What a man you are.
Alphonse: *his face flushes over from anger, and he bristles, voice raising despite the panic ringing between his ears like a warning bell* Oh, pardon me for caring about my clothes! I don't suppose you would know, or care about the scarcity of decent attire here, given what you've chosen to wear...
Lyndrali: *once he's sitting up, he lets go of that boot and raises a brow. His eyes glance down and he looks bored* Huh? Oh yeah, this was the last thing my sister made for me before she disappeared.
Alphonse: *immediately steps backwards, his eyes follow Lyndrali's at this safer distance to scrutinize his front; his flush darkens just slightly as he takes note of how skimpy his clothes are, caught between praising and cursing Analys for them, but then he grimaces at seeing all the dirt smeared around his skin and scales* Yes, well. I might know something about that, as I'd planned to tell you before you so rudely accosted me!
Lyndrali: *staring at the dirt on his hands now, and begins sniffing them... and curiously sticking out a tongue to taste it. He stops halfway and looks up at him with his brows furrowed* What do you mean?
Alphonse: *his mouth falls open in horror, working furiously for several moments before he sticks his hands into his coat, whips out some plastic gloves, snaps them onto his fingers, and then grabs one of Lyndrali's hands to keep it safely away from his mouth* Are you insane?! *laughs sharply* Oh, yes, that's a rich question to go around asking here -- but honestly -- you don't even know what that is! How could you even consider... putting it in your... UGH! *reaches into his coat with his other hand to procure a disinfectant wipe, then immediately begins to clean Lyndrali's hands*
Lyndrali: ... Says the man who keeps... things in his coat to clean? Me. It's a natural instinct to lick the dirt off myself. What do you want, me to stay dirty-- or will you just keep cleaning me off like this every time I touch something that's not been properly cleansed.
Alphonse: *his brows are furrowed with concentration as his hands move in furious scrubbing motions* I think I will! *it takes him until he's completely freed Lyndrali's hands of dirt to realize what he said; belatedly, Alphonse flushes and backs away from him again. He takes out another wipe to clean his gloves and irritably refuses to look at him as he speaks* ... back to the point... your name wouldn't happen to be Lyndrali, by any chance?
Lyndrali: *just watches him with a smirk, and it widens when he sees the flush upon the pale boy's cheeks. Looking over his now cleaned hand, he nods at this, with a twitch of those fishy ears* Mm... yes. Why do you know my name? Or my sister? Where are we?
Alphonse: Your sister is safe and sound, first of all. She's told me a fair bit about you. *glances up at him briefly, his mouth twisting into a scowl, and he bends down to wipe the dirt off of his boots* We are in a place known simply as the Asylum. Or dirty, filthy, den of depravity, if you prefer to indulge it with a more descriptive title.
Lyndrali: *his hands clench tightly, and his smirk disappears and replaced with a frown* So this is where she disappeared off to... How come she hasn't left-- what, is this place that fun?
Alphonse: *his scowl deepens* I'm not sure how much of this place you've seen, but I'm sure a quick look outside -- *points a gloved finger disdainfully at a window* -- will illustrate why. Guards and electric fences make for limited escape routes.
Lyndrali: *places his hand on his head and groans loudly, the tail of his thumping and swishing roughly* How could I let both of us get trapped in here, then... I knew I should have been watching out for her-- the next thing I knew she was gone! And here I go getting myself stuck too!
Alphonse: ... well, you're here now. You can protect her during our... indefinite imprisonment.
Lyndrali: Indefinite-- That's all you say. *snarls angrily and whips his tail roughly* Left to die here-- no, doesn't matter I rather her not leave. They killed our family...
Alphonse: *his brows knit together as he straightens up, satisfied with the state of his boots. Considering his reply, he's quiet for awhile, eventually speaking tentatively* You have nothing else to go back to. This may sound like empty sympathy, but I... I can understand that. Truly.
Lyndrali: ... *his teeth grit together for quite a while before he looks back at Alphonse and stares tiredly* Have you tried looking for a way out, knowing that?
Alphonse: *looks away when Lyndrali's eyes meet his, and clears his throat before slowly peeling the plastic gloves off his hands* Yes... but... Perhaps not as hard as I could have.
Lyndrali: ... then maybe there is a way out, just... no one has found it yet...
Alphonse: I sincerely doubt anyone ever will and live to tell the tale. In any case... *smiles thinly* Shall I escort you to Analys?
Lyndrali: *his stare becomes rather... intimidating, as he stands up now and reaches a full six feet, or perhaps it's more. He's practically looming over the smaller boy now* If my presence doesn't... what's the word-- offend you?
Alphonse: *instantly, his earlier panic returns in full force, and he takes an automatic step backward, his wings fluttering as if trying in vain to fly away and retreat* I... I-- n-no... *holds his head up high, glaring at him, though it's hard to miss the fear so bright in his gold eyes* ... It doesn't matter whether or not you offend me -- you're clearly Analys' brother, and... as her friend, I am obligated to let her know you're safe.
Lyndrali: *the good humor in his voice returns, as well as the smirk upon his lips. Long, softly muscled arms crossing as he stared down at the little bug's head... and finally he notices these wings and antennae* ... What are you?
Alphonse: *though he glances at Lyndrali's arms, he perceives those muscles as a threat, backing further away from him, his wings fluttering even faster* ... A Volbeat. A firefly...
Lyndrali: *takes a step closer and looks curious* A Firefly? I didn't think they were able to gain the human body.
Alphonse: *takes a step back, scowling* Oh, no. No, we aren't wont to do that, normally. Certainly not without the aid of a particularly twisted kind of science.
Lyndrali: Hm? You sound bitter. *steps forward again*
Alphonse: *once again he steps backwards, his scowl deepening while his antennae twitch in irritation* Do I? Why would anyone be bitter about having their body stolen from them? Yes, it's a perfectly reasonable, common occurrence! Just a trifle, really! Now -- if you don't mind -- will you kindly make five paces well enough away from me?!
Lyndrali: *all the while he's stepping closer with a raised brow, but then he stops and shrugs, walking back as he crosses his arms behind his back* Sure whatever man.
Alphonse: *keeps backing away from him, and frantically sidesteps away from a wall when he feels the back of his heel tap against the cold stone; he's nearly hyperventilating in his terror. He doesn't relax even when Lyndrali moves away, his shoulders remaining tense and his antennae twitching furiously, but he does clear his throat, straighten out his clothes, and reluctantly turn around* ... very well then... let us go.
Lyndrali: *smirks as he watches this, and it grows wider when the boy turns around. He looks him over... and reaches a hand out to lightly grasp the wings... curious*
Alphonse: *his wings are quite large, but fragile and translucent; faint, delicate swirls spiral through them where they catch the light. At feeling his touch, the wing instantly twitches away, and Alphonse glares at him over his shoulder* Excuse me.
Lyndrali: *holds both his hands back after staring at the wings for quite a bit, shrugging* Sorry, didn't know they were off limits too.
Alphonse: *his eye twitches* Every part of me is off-limits. I am not obligated to allow your impropriety. Analys' brother you may be, you're still little more than a stranger.
Lyndrali: Fine... Fine. Prude. Could you just lead me to her?
Alphonse: *another angry twitch of his eye. He stifles an angry reply as he turns forward with a huff, then marches down the hallway importantly, his bells and trinkets jingling while he moves*
Lyndrali: *and this makes him snort loudly. He doesn't even bother to cover it up, because. It. Those jingling bells. It's funny.*
Alphonse: ... what, dare I ask, is so funny?
Lyndrali: Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.
Alphonse: *tosses another glare at him over his shoulder, then continues leading him down the hallways, his head held high. He seems to be quite familiar with this place, though despite his projections of confidence, his shoulders remain stiff and his wings continue to twitch behind him*
Lyndrali: *has stopped paying attention to him now however, and slowing down as he walks forward. His view is more preoccupied with the new and... horribly disgusting place he has to live in now. Soon a soft sad sigh escapes his mouth*
Alphonse: *his antennae twitch lightly upon hearing that small sound, and he murmurs almost awkwardly after a short pause* I think you ought to prepare a speech. Analys will most likely be a combination of livid and happy when she lays eyes on you.
Lyndrali: -looking around quickly, his ears twitching lightly- Hm. Why do I need to do that? Speech. That's stupid.
Alphonse: A speech to at least attempt to assuage her.
Lyndrali: ... I don't think she need a speech about a sausage...
Alphonse: ... pardon me?
Lyndrali: Sausage. You said it first.
Alphonse: I... I said assuage, you blithering -- how does that even sound like sausage?!
Lyndrali: You're right. Now that I think about it, it sounds more like a** Usage.
Alphonse: ... ugh, you -- you gutter-minded debauchee! That's not what I said at all!
Lyndrali: *shrugs and looks back at his wings* Whatever little bug.
Alphonse: *lets out another irritated huff, his wings beginning to flutter quickly again*
Lyndrali: *and he doesn't hesitate to touch them again*
Alphonse: *they flinch away from him, and he finally whirls around accompanied by an angry rustle of bells* What did I just say? Every part of me is off-limits.
Lyndrali: *holds his hands back again* Sorry, sorry.
Alphonse: *narrows his eyes, and holds up a finger importantly* To settle your rampant curiosity, no, they don't allow me to fly. No, they don't glow. Yes, they probably will tear if you pull on them, so please do not touch them.
Lyndrali: *sighs loudly and rolls his eyes now* You're such a delicate little bug.
Alphonse: I'm aware of that! And I don't need someone like you to remind me!
Lyndrali: I'm not reminding you of anything, I'm stating a fact, fly.
Alphonse: *that finger wavers in the air... before he violently jabs at it at Lyndrali's chest -- and noticeably in an area not covered with dirt* Listen, you. Once I take you to Analys, I'd be more than happy to get out of your sight and never speak to you again. Please make the trip as painless as possible by keeping your trout mouth shut.
Lyndrali: *his lips pucker as he sees this... and he dribbles some spit down to just above his finger* Oh yeah, bubble butt? Just because you said that, I'm going to keep talking. And. I'm going to find you every. Single. Day. And do something to ruin it.
Alphonse: *lets out an indignant yelp, jerking his finger away and looking it over carefully to make sure if any saliva fell on it -- even if there's nothing, he takes out a wipe to clean it furiously... just as furious as the glare he throws at Lyndrali, his cheeks puffing up and reddening with anger* You b*****d. I'm trying to help you, and you have the nerve to... to... AGH! *whirls around, his hands tightly fisted at his sides, and he stomps forward* Just come on! Blabber away, invade my personal space, be my guest! The sooner I take you to Analys, the better!
Lyndrali: Oh yes, the priss just wants me out of his hair. Mustn't dirty you. I bet you're a virgin too, can't be dirty there. Mighty ones forbid it!
Alphonse: *trembles indignantly, but stubbornly refuses to turn around, his heels clacking more loudly against the floor* That is NONE of your business!
Lyndrali: Whatever, boy. Does anyone even have secrets in a dump like this? I'd be surprised if they do.
Alphonse: Secrets are absolutely precious in a place like this.
Lyndrali: Yeah yeah. I'm sure.
Alphonse: *grumbles* You'll understand eventually. By then you'll have left me alone, I hope.
Lyndrali: *sniffs* You wish.
Alphonse: I do wish. With every inch of my shriveled, blackened heart.
Lyndrali: *he's quite silent for several moments.. before he breaks out in a wide grin and laughs loudly, slapping Alphonse on the back with hardy laughter* YOU, I like you.
Alphonse: *stumbles forwards, just barely managing to catch himself by flinging his hands out to stop his face from hitting the floor; he grumbles as he pulls out another wipe* I'm afraid the sentiment isn't mutual.
Lyndrali: Who cares! I'll get you to like me. If not, you're still amusing. I love it. Your grumpy obsessive nature. It's hilarious.
Alphonse: I find your tenacity decidedly unamusing!
Lyndrali: *shrugs and walks in front of him now* Okay, I get it. I do. But I don't care.
Alphonse: *this seems to irritate him even more, as he tries to brush past Lyndrali and walk ahead of him again*
Lyndrali: *but once he sees this, he takes even father strides to surpass the bug, looking down at him with a smirk*
Alphonse: *since he can't match Lyndrali's strides, he settles for glaring viciously at him, his wings nearly buzzing from how quickly they're moving*
Lyndrali: *his tail swishes behind him, and he snickers loudly* Angry buzzard.
Alphonse: Overgrown eel.
Lyndrali: Oh, I think I'll tell Analys you called her that. I'm sure she would love to hear that you think she's an eel.
Alphonse: Far from it! At least her manner is befitting of a dragon! You're just a slimy, disgusting, poor excuse of a fish!
Lyndrali: No, I'm not. But I do love eating fish. The crunch of their delicious heads--
Alphonse: -- Ugh, stop it! Stop talking!
Lyndrali: Fine, I will. *he lets out a disgusting snort from his nose before he continues walking in silence, and stays behind Alphonse as he does so*
Alphonse: *cringes from that sound, and he doesn't seem to trust this silence, his shoulders pinched and his antennae twitching as if in anticipation for some other horrible thing*
(However, he holds up to that promise of silence. The slimy trout face keeps up his brooding act through the entire walk to Analys' room. The only noises that can be heard are the thumps of his tail and feet as they quickly head down the halls of the Asylum. Something to note though, he's leaving a trail of slime as he walks. As if he was just whisked out of the water and sent into this place. He even smells of fish. If Alphonse hasn't noticed already.
Alphonse never truly relaxes, always on edge, waiting for something, some foul comment or unwanted contact -- so Lyndrali's silence surprises him. He does end up noticing the smell, though, and tries to hold his breath the whole while. When they reach Analys' door, he knocks on it hurriedly. And there's no answer. So Lyndrali tries to open the door himself -- breaking the knob in the process. Which in turn comes a horrified cry by Analys... and then an excited one as she jumps up to hug her brother, with tears in her eyes. Lyndrali's face completely changes into a caring one as he hugs his sister's back, rubbing it softly as she clutches and cries heavily...)
Alphonse: *at first, he became impossibly more tense in worry, but this makes him let out a small sigh in relief, shaking his head and waving a hand* I'll leave you two alone.
(Analys just lets out a small noise of recognition, before she continues to clutch at her brother's shoulders and cry loudly. This is possibly the only time she has cried in the Asylum in front of other people... And Lyndrali is there comforting her, although he look horribly pained as well. Slowly revealing the fact that their friends and families are gone. This makes her all the more hysterical, even going to the point of mentioning a faint name that sounds like Telly... Even as Alphonse leaves, the two are left there in her room. The reunion a poignant one, and not as sweet as it is more bitter.
Lyndrali was the only hope she had left of returning one day, but now that he's there... there is no point of escape. But at least he's there to help her... or she's there to help him.)
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 2:22 pm
"You again?!"
Participants: Alphonse, Lyndrali
Status: Complete
(Alphonse is sulking in front of the murky lake, a flower clutched in his hand. He takes a long sip from it before flinging it into the water.)
Lyndrali: *And that's when Lyndrali pops his head out with the flower on it. His brow raises and he lets out a noise* Ahem.
Alphonse: *yelps, his eyes bugging as he scrambles backwards from the water's edge, clutching at his chest and breathing hard* W... w... w-what are -you- doing in there?!
Lyndrali: What do you think, bubble butt? Analys and I are finding some food.
Alphonse: *points a shaky finger at him* T-t-there are -flesh eating fish- in there!!
Lyndrali: And you actually believe that a dragon can be harmed by them. Even if we're in this form. It's not possible!! *takes the flower off his head and flicks it back at Alphonse* Don't litter.
Alphonse: *glares, disdainfully picking up the soaked flower with the tips of his fingertips* Don't come crying to me when they take a bite out of you.
Lyndrali: *pulls up his tail and stares at one of those fish... But he plucks it off and ignores the blood dripping off. Instead he opens his mouth and flicks the fish inside... And crunches it.*
Alphonse: *looks positively ill, averting his eyes just before Lyndrali bites down and cringing when he hears those crunchy noises. He has a hand over his mouth like he's about to retch*
Lyndrali: Hmph. You're so weak mentally, aren't you? *licks his lips*
Alphonse: *through gritted teeth* I know I'm weak. I don't need someone like you to tell me.
Lyndrali: I'm observing, that's all. *he says as he crunches down on more*
Alphonse: U-ugh... *barely stifles a whimper as he scrambles to his feet* I... I'll leave you to it, then.
Lyndrali: What, leaving already? How boring.
Alphonse: *waves a hand at him irritably while trying to hurry away*
Lyndrali: *but he drags himself out of the Lake and waves to Analys, she lets out a small giggle as Lyndrali begins to follow him*
(Alphonse is so focused on trying to find some fresh air because he's deathly afraid of vomiting that he doesn't notice. And Lyndrali smirks as he stares at that bubble butt sway. It's quite big, even with his poofy pants.)
Lyndrali: So. What do you eat to get such a huge a**?
(Alphonse flinches and slowly turns around. AND LYNDRALI IS THERE SMILING WIDELY.)
Alphonse: ... I won't dignify such a crass question with a response. *turns around, groaning* I was wondering why the stench of dirty water and old fish wouldn't go away.
Lyndrali: Heh. Because it's bored that's why. Why not chat with me, oh savior.
Alphonse: Please go bathe. I doubt I'd be able to keep the bile from spilling through my lips if you do not.
Lyndrali: I don't have to bathe, I'll smell like this forever.
Alphonse: *shudders and whimpers in horror* Oh, Arceus. No. No.
Lyndrali: *smirks and laughs loudly* You're hilarious. Hilarious.
Alphonse: *his shaky groans float through the gardens as he tries to keep walking*
Lyndrali: So... How long have you been here, exactly?
Alphonse: If I give you a proper conversation, will you leave?
Lyndrali: Yes. I will! For today.
Alphonse: *turns around, his mouth pulled into a deep grimace; he looks almost green, but he has a finger shakily raised* One condition.
Lyndrali: *snorts and this and grins* Yeah? What?
Alphonse: Do not touch me.
Lyndrali: Is that all? Great. Talk to me then.
Alphonse: *narrows his eyes, holding his finger up a little higher, a warning; then he turns to a patch of flowers and buries his face in them, breathing deeply*
Lyndrali: ... *and he watches this, amusedly*
Alphonse: *stays there for a good five minutes before lifting his head and gasping for air. Then he sighs, combs through his hair with his fingers, and looks slightly more relaxed when he looks back at Lyndrali* Speak.
Lyndrali: I asked you a question, you speak.
Alphonse: Question? ... oh, yes. The not-vulgar one. *sighs, rubbing his temple* I've been here a little over a year.
Lyndrali: So not as loong as Lys... Really, thanks for being friends with her.
Alphonse: ... you say that as if I'm doing her a favor. I am not.
Lyndrali: No, but you're doing me a favor. She had many friends in the past, so being abducted... It changed her. She looks tired and worn. *glances at his earrings* And not very creative lately.
Alphonse: ... *looks away, a hand going up to his left ear and jingling the earring lightly* She hasn't seemed well, no.
Lyndrali: Yeah, if it were her normal self, she would have added more than just a bell to that earring of yours.
Alphonse: Such as?
Lyndrali: *shrugs* She'd gather more trinkets, light jewelery and add it to the earing. It should look like a little bell chandelier or something.
Alphonse: ... that sounds beautiful.
Lyndrali: *stares at him* Huh. So you like that girly stuff? She's do something different. That was my idea.
Alphonse: *blinks quickly, but he doesn't respond aside from a huff and a blush in his cheeks, jingling the earring again*
Lyndrali: *laughs and lays down on the ground, folding his arms behind his head* Yeah. She also said she found an enemy here. Know anything about a bright blue haired girl with pointed ears?
Alphonse: Ah... yes, if I'm thinking of the same one. She called herself Lee.
Lyndrali: *his eyes narrow* I see. She better stay away from my sister...
Alphonse: I'm fairly sure she will. She seems more interested in another friend of mine, now.
Lyndrali: *his eyes are still narrowed* Really.
Alphonse: As far as I know, yes.
Lyndrali: ... Fine... *sighs* So I hear you're gay.
Alphonse: ... *flushes even more, probably in anger as he hisses* Did Analys tell you that?!
Lyndrali: No, I guessed. I really did.
Alphonse: ... I... I... suppose I'm not very subtle, but that's -- that's none of your concern!
Lyndrali: I guess not, just wanted to chat.
Alphonse: *groans, pressing his face into his hands for a few seconds before facing Lyndrali with a flushed glare* I'm not desperate for a man, if that's what you're hoping for.
Lyndrali: What? No, I don't care if you are or not. It's not my business, right?
Alphonse: E-exactly! It's absolutely none of your business! Good that we have that clear!
Lyndrali: Yup, crystal clear, bubble butt.
Alphonse: ... W-why are you so fixated on that?!
Lyndrali: Because it's huge.
Alphonse: It is not huge! It's merely my coat that adds so much weight!
Lyndrali: Really? Prove it! Take off your coat!!
Alphonse: ... no! I most certainly will not! I see what you're trying to do here -- I'm not giving you a free show!
Lyndrali: I don't need a free show.
Alphonse: Oh, because you're so manly and attractive~ *clasps his hands and flutters his eyelashes* That you could get anyone you wanted to strip for you?
Lyndrali: ... no, because I don't care. What's wrong with you?
Alphonse: *drops his hands, scowl instantly returned* I deeply dislike you.
Lyndrali: So you have to embarrass yourself to show me that?
Alphonse: *twitches* Are we done here?
Lyndrali: Sure whatever. I gotta get back to Analys before she begins to worry.
Alphonse: *waves him off, and begins to walk away without waiting for a goodbye*
Lyndrali: *rolls his eyes and walks towards the lake again* Not cute at all.
Alphonse: *grumbles as he goes back to his flowers* Not sweet at all!
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