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 Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 7:05 pm
Admittedly, today was a bit of a slow day.
Hel was flopped on her stomach in the door way of her dorm, her head resting on a dark hand as she rolled two empty tin cans back and forth on the floor in front of her. Her room as all good to go, she had dug out her pots and pans, and she’d even cooked, which was awesome! But now? She was bored. No one was really around, school wasn’t back in session yet, and she had already explored the grounds. She didn’t feel like leather working at the moment nor weaving on her loom either.
The ghoul sighed, glancing at the door across from hers, wondering when the cowboil would be back from his trip, and if he was having a good time. She’d have to ask when she saw him. Her dual tone gaze went back to the cans she was rolling back and forth.
Mot traversed down the hallway with his duffel bag over his shoulder, adorned in new threads thanks to Lizzy's shopping trip. His hat had been found, now cleaned up from it's kidnapping by an evil pink minipet.
Mot rounded the corner and saw Hel just ahead. Well now. What was that that little imp up to now?
"Howdy, little lady." Mot called out, his spurs clicking with each step. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing on the floor playing with tin cans?"
She didn’t hear the sound of foot steps over the soft clinking of the tin cans as they hit each other, though as soon as she heard a voice call out to her, her head immediately snapped up and the cans were forgotten for now. Hel’s face immediately broke out into a happy grin as the cowboil came down the hall. Speak of the devil and he shall appear!
The ghoul leapt to her feet and barreled towards the boil. “You’ve returned, friend!” She returned excitedly, before running into Mot, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly and twirling them both around once before releasing him. “How was your trip?” Hel asked eager to know as she stared up at him wide eyed.
Mot grinned back at the ghoul, his arms out to accept a normal hug, but was caught unguarded. The valkyrie instead spun the boil as if he was the maiden who had returned. "Wah!" He choked out, laughing as the much smaller student spun him before setting him down.
He had forgotten she was a strange one. A strong, strange one.
"It was good." He replied with a nod. "Strange.. but good." Nothing could be normal when your hat had gone missing, and spending your time with the people he did. Charlie? Petro? At least Tess and Tahki were normal ish. Lizzy was Lizzy. Never not Lizzy.
"How about you? Were you bored here all by yourself?"
“Oh…” Hel uttered. “Well, I am glad!” She replied sincerely with a tilt of her head as her hands moved to rest on her hips. But what she was even happier about now was that he was back! “I am going alright.” Hel answered, giving a small nod as she looked a bit sheepish. “Just a tad. I explored the grounds, finished setting up my room, and I even went out to lunch with Mac!” Hel jabbed a thumb at the said reaper’s door. “It’s still quiet around here, but I’m glad you’re back!”
The reaper trailed off for a moment. “But! Here, you probably want to take care of that?” She questioned, gesturing at his duffel bag.
"Ah, so you met Mac. He's a good guy." Mot nodded. A lot of other people seemed to think he was mean? Or at least Xiu did, according to her Groanspring. Even Lizzy said he could be a bit mean. "Glad to be back!"
Mot shrugged and started down the hall toward his room. "Yeah, I'll just toss it into the room and deal with it later. What do you say we hang out?" Mot suggested, opening his door and tossing the bag inside without much care. He turned back to the ghoul with a grin.
“He is!” Hel agreed readily. She hadn’t heard any negative talk about the psychopomp yet and probably wouldn’t believe any of it she did hear. Thank goodness she wasn’t a demon, or she might be thinking otherwise. The ghoul trailed after Mot down the hall, watching as he just tossed his bag into his room without a care, laughing before she had a grin to match his. “Yes!” She replied eagerly, rubbing her hands in thought. Oh, what could they do today!? Maybe…training was out of the option, since Mot just got back and all.
Oh…! She should probably pick up those cans. The ghoul wandered back over to her doorway, picking up the two tin cans and looking at them once more. “…You know friend, it seems like a waste to just throw them away, but I don’t know what I could use them for.” Hel mused.
Mot looked the cans over. What was she doing with them in the first place? Just then, it hit him! Something he had seen kids do once before.
He grinned, stroking his chin. "I've got an idea. How about a secret line of communication between the two of us?" He held out a finger, motioning Hel to wait a moment, and retreated into his room. He scrounged around his desk for tools, finding a screw driver quite quickly. Now he just needed string. He had twine, but that was too thick.
Mot exited his room into the hall again with the tool in hand. "Do you have any string?"
Hel looked up when Mot said he had an idea, blinking. A secret line of communication, huh? That was actually a very good idea! Very beneficial for planning, plotting, and making strategic plans to gain one up on the enemy. Who was the enemy? No one right now! What would they plan and plot? Who knows! The point is it just seemed like a good strategy, not to mention just plain fun. The ghoul grinned. “I think that sounds like a fine idea!” Hel watched as Mot went into his room and waited, humming a bit to herself before he came back out. “String? Ah, yes!” She had plenty of it!
It was Hel’s turn to retreat back into her own room, as she dug around one of her weaving containers until she found was she was looking for. The ghoul came back out with the string and tin cans, kneeling in the hall and placing the items down between them. “What is the secret line of communication?” She questioned.
Mot grinned as she returned with string. Excellent! He crouched down on the ground, taking one of the cans and setting it upside down on the floor. "These will be the secret line of communication." He stated. He set the screw driver's edge down on the top of the can, using his fist as a hammer; he hit the butt of the screwdriver down until it punctured the can through. He nudged the can aside after prying the screwdriver back out, then taking the second can and doing the same thing.
With that done, he grabbed the spool of string, standing up and walking across the hall into Hel's room with one of the cans. He slipped the string through the can as he walked, tying it into a few knots so as not to have it slip out. He set it a fair distance into the room, admiring his surroundings with a few ids before taking his spool of string back outside, leaving the can behind with one end of the string now attached.
He nodded to Hel, walking carefully as he unspooled the thread as needed; grabbing the last can as he walked past. He entered his own room again, until he was at his nightstand. This is where the end of the line would be!
He set the can down, bringing the string to his mouth, biting the string apart so he would have a new end detached from the mother-spool. Setting that aside, he tiptoed the end of the string into the can.
Done!
"Hel, go into your room and put the can to your ear."
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 7:21 pm
“These…?” Hel echoed uncertainly as she stared down at the cans incredulously. How in Jack’s name would that work? Regardless, she watched with the utmost fascination as Mot poked holes into the cans with the screwdriver. She rested her elbows on her knees and had her head propped on her hands as she stared, lips parted in curiosity. When the cowboil stood and then moved into her room with the spool, she just stayed where she was and watched, her dual gaze them following him as he went into his own room. Huh. Still, she wasn’t catching on! Sadly, she’d never heard of tin can phones when she was younger.
When Mot spoke out to her, the reaper snapped straight up and spun on her heel. “Going!” She called back, following the string into her room until she came up to the can. Hel blinked, regarding the can with a bit of disbelief as she picked it up and pressed it against her ear, waiting.
Once Hel was in place, Mot grinned, bringing the opening of the tin can to his mouth.
He sure hoped this worked!
"Can you hear me?" He asked into the opening, loud enough for the can, low enough not to hear outside his bedroom.
Hel actually startled when she heard Mot’s voice crystal clear from the can. The reaper looked in absolute disbelief as she stared at the can wide eyed. She even actually ran back to her door way to see if Mot was just outside, but he wasn’t! Her mouth fell open as she squinted, catching the grim reaper to still be deep in his dorm room. Holy Jack! The ghoul moved back into her room to where Mot had set the can, speaking into it now, a bit hushed and clearly in awe. “Yes friend! Quite clear, too!”
If Mot didn’t say he was a grim reaper, she would have thought he was a warlock!
Mot smirked and chuckled as Hel appeared at her door, quite clearly in disbelief. It worked! Huzzah~ Still, it was adorable, the ghoul's reaction. He kept one hand on the can, his other hand slipping into his pocket.
"Perfect. Our secret line of communication is nearly complete." Mot looked toward the string that connected them. "I fear our line may trip any passerby caught unaware."
After Hel spoke, she pressed the can to her ear once more, as she gave a nod of her head. At the reaper’s observation, her own eyes looked down at the string, following it on its way out her door and into the hall. Oh…yeah. That probably couldn’t stay where it was. Hel kept the can in her hand as she moved back to her door way and kneeled, rest her head back in her free hand as she stared at the string. Yes…someone might trip on this if they left it there…but it had to stay there if they wanted to be able to use their new secret line of communication!
The ghoul paused though, as she heard some steps echoing down the hall and glanced in the direction they were coming from. She then looked back across the hall at Mot with a brow raised, her expression asking what they should do.
Hel seemed to go silent for a while and Mot felt the need to investigate, only to see her at her door. He raised an unseen brow, turning his head into the hall to see who was coming.
Down the hall, a familiar Reaper could be seen walking some distance away toward them.. toward his own bedroom.
Mot smirked.
He put the can to his mouth as he ducked back into his room. "Care to play a prank on our friend, Hel?" He tugged on the slack of the string and slid down the wall onto the floor. "We'll close our doors softly so he won't hear us, and just as he is about to walk by, tug on your end of the slack."
Would Hel be up for a little prank? "Yes or no?"
Hel watched as Mot came to check out the footsteps as well and blinked as he then ducked back into his room after smirking. She looked down at her can as she heard his voice from it, and put it back to her ear as she listened to his suggestion. It wasn’t something Hel could ponder too long, since Mac was drawing closer by the second but…it was a rather harmless prank, and coming from a family of eight sisters, they sure pranked often. Surely it was a sign of affection, yes? Hel grinned as she brought the can to her lips. “Yes.” She quietly slid onto the floor and scooted against her own wall, closing her door quietly until it was just a crack, but still enough for her to see through.
A dark hand went to hold onto the string, leaving it slack until just the right moment.
Luckily for the both of them, Mac wasn't paying much attention to the pair that was so obviously in the hallway. No, he was looking at a package he held in one hand. It was something with "Leander" written on the 'To' line, so he knew who it was from...but with the social changes he'd been going through lately, perhaps it was time to see what the hell his Parents were desperate to send to him?
..
..
Nah.
Not that he had much time to think about it, since his foot caught on something. A rather graceful FWUMP and a colourful stream of sailor-worthy curses and Mac was on the floor, luckily having caught himself in hands and knees before he could do damage to himself. The package was not so lucky, not kind of battered as it was tossed.
Still on hands and knees, Mac turned a nasty black eyed glare back at whatever - and whoever - had tripped him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 7:26 pm
Mot softly shut his door, and soldider crawled to the door, peeking underneath the door and waiting for the shadow to appear. Once the sound was just about there, Mot tugged at the string.
It was terribly difficult to stifle a laugh as he heard the thud and colourful cussing.
Oooh Mac was going to MURDER them!
Mot immediately let the string go slack again. Perhaps the boil would think it to be a stray string and just leave?
How perfect! The psychopomp was obviously distracted! Hel grinned as the boil came closer, and like Mot, pulled on her end of the string as well, effectively making it taunt to trip their dorm mate. The ghoul watched with wide, terribly amused eyes as Mac went down on his hands and knees, the package flying away from him and landing down the hall with a clatter. The thud, the cursing…while Mot was able to stifle it, Hel was not, as she then snorted. “Pfffffft….”
The tin can fell from her hand and clattered noisily on her floor, and soon the ghoul was just howling with laughter, effectively destroying any hopes they had of Mac thinking it was just a random string encounter. Now, whenever you pranked someone who had the potential of socking you, you could only do one thing.
Run.
Hel rolled onto her feet, flinging her door open and slamming it shut, tears building in the corner of her eyes. “I see you…stumbled onto our little project, friend!” She called out to Mac, skittering down the hall, away from the pissed off reaper. Hel laughed rather loudly again, spinning and doubling over. “It’s time to can it, my accomplice!” She howled, now taking off down the hall.
"...."
Mac watched them both flee whilst laughing. Why was he surprised? He shouldn't be. Narrowed black eyes stayed focused on them until they were out of sight, absolutely seething and oozing with promise of revenge. Oh yes, he was going to get them back. Nobody did that to him and got away with it. Not even Charlie. Letting out a dark chuckle, Mac got back to his feet, gathered his parcel, and disappeared into his room for supplies.
When Mot and Hel would return to their room, they would discover that both their doors had been duct taped shut (both inside and outside, damn he was good), but it seemed that under the duct tape, something had been jammed into the keyholes of their rooms.
Looked like they'd be needing gnomes to help them back into their room tonight.
Once he heard Hel lose it, Mot could not hold back. He let out a burst of laughter, rolling on the ground in tears. He dropped the can, opening the door and stepping outside to join Hel, doubled over in howling laughter.
The puns further egged him on.
Mot joined Hel, running alongside her as fast as his long legs could take him.
"RUN! HE SMELLS FEAR!"
They had run for a long while. As far from the reaper dorms as they could. Mot stopped once in a while to catch his breath, and die of laughter, before finally, he figured it might be safe to go back.
Needless to say, he was slightly afraid.
When they returned, he never expected to find what he did. "What…did.."
They'd been pranked back.
Hel’s laughter echoed down the hall as the partners in crime fled together. She stopped to catch her breath when the cowboil did, laughing along with him and even leaning against him at times when she fell into the laughter fits. When they did return (and Hel was expecting some sort of retribution), the ghoul was surprised to say the least.
Surprised, and impressed as she stared at their doors.
The ghoul was silent for a long moment before looking over at Mot. “Friend….we’re in a….” She snorted, “….sticky situation.” The reaper lost it again, doubling over with laughter. Sure, it was going to take them a while to get back into their rooms, but Jack, this was a great day!
Mot looked over his door, attempting to open it to no avail. He was not mad, though he was feeling, well, locked out. What to do?
Obviously, he needed to laugh his a** off at Hel's pun.
And he did.
The boil leaned against a wall as he choked on laughter, almost suffering a coughing fit until he settled down. "Oh Jack, Hel.." He giggled as he wiped tears from his eyes. "What do we do now? You have a knife or something in that apron of yours?"
The ghoul watched as Mot tried opening his door, but after her pun and seeing and hearing him laugh, she laughed along with him, still doubled over. After a bit she righted herself and wiped at her eyes. She hummed thoughtfully, giggling, as she then started to dig through her apron pockets. Rubber bands, paper clips, some crackers…she fished around until she found something, and grinned. “It’s not a knife but…” She pulled a hand out to reveal a pair of scissors. “I think it shall do! Let’s work together.” She offered, “I think we’ll open the doors more efficiently that way.”
Hel then moved over to Mot’s door, and used the blade of the scissors to cut away the outside layer of duct tape.
Well, at least she had something. More than Mot could offer. He watched as she began tearing at the tape with her scissors, eyeing the rest of the tape. Help? She had the blades. But, Duct tape was not terribly hard to tear at once it was loose.
Taking the edge of pieces already torn from the scissors, Mot pulled. He tore as much as he could off of his door while Hel continued to use the scissors at the new layers. "He was certainly thorough." He grunted in passing, finally freeing the doorknob.
Out of curiosity, he looked through the keyhole.
"….Hel. He plugged up the… well look."
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 7:33 pm
She cut through all the duct tape she could on the outside, and then worked on helping to peel it off. “That he did!” Hel agreed, still amused. “I must admit, I’m rather impressed he was able to get both of our doors in such a short time.” The reaper paused when Mot examined the key hole, blinking before taking a look for herself. After another moment she grinned. “I am glad this is a prank, and that he is on our side.” She commented happily, fishing through her apron again.
Gnomes smones! They wouldn’t need any gnomes! Hel pulled out what looked like an Allen wrench and then set to work in trying to get the item out of the key hole. The ghoul wiggled and jiggled the slim wrench aggressively in the key hole before eventually something shot out of it and down the hall, tinking as it bounced off of the walls and floors. Hel grinned in triumph as she pocketed the scissors and wrench, and then tried to open Mot’s door, but was met with resistance.
“…Jack damn.” The ghoul uttered in awe. “He got the inside too.”
Mot was so glad Hel was as handy as she was, though he hesitated to say anything as far as Mac being on their side. After this? Mot was not so sure. Though he was fairly certain the next time he saw the other reaper he would simply laugh all over again.
"What?" Mot uttered, eyeing the door. No way! How did Mac even do that in so little time? To BOTH doors?!
Mot groaned leaning and slamming his forehead into the door with a grunt. "Damn he's good." He pushed himself back off the door and shook his head. "My only suggestion is going outside and crawling through a window. I usually keep mine open, but what about yourself?"
Hel was fairly certain (or maybe had blind faith) that Mac would have their backs despite what had happened today. As far as she was concerned, the slate was back to even, meaning they should be on good terms now (until the next prank). “Very good.” Hel echoed with a firm nod of her head. She watched as Mot slammed his head against the door and then shook it off.
She laughed.
“I’m not going through a window, that’s not what they’re for.” She stated matter of factly (which translated to: Why no, Mot, my window is not open). The reaper whipped out the scissors and Allen wrench, and aggressively set off to freeing the outside of her door of the duct tape, and then flinging the item out of her key hole. She pocketed the items once more, and then rolled up her sleeves. Hel grinned back at Mot, before she leapt into the air and spun, outstretching her foot so that her weight slammed against her door. It didn’t open yet, but it certainly gave way a bit, loosening the duct tape on the inside. She landed on her feet and threw her hands up into the air.
The ghoul gave a battle cry that echoed down the reaper hall as she then charged her door, a shoulder aimed at it. The loud sound of duct tape tearing off the walls was heard as the door gave way, flying open under the reaper’s assault. Hel stumbled, but managed to catch herself by rolling, and a loud thud was heard as she rolled into the wall inside her room.
Hel just body slammed her dorm room door. Mot stared baffled at the ghoul from where he stood. Eventually, he grinned. "Yeehaw, ghoul! That was fantastic!" He clapped for her before following her into her room. He wished to survey the damage to the inner duct tape. "Just how did he do this anyway…" He adjusted his hat and shook his head. Maybe he got Shun to teleport? That was the only thing he could think of.
Well then. He supposed now he had to do the same with his own door? Only one way to find out!
He left her room and walked back toward his door with heavy stomps, lifting his foot and slamming it into the door multiple times. Well, the tape was getting loose!
Mot took a few steps back. He breathed deep, then lunged forward and gave the door one last kick with all his power.
The door swung open with a loud tearing noise.
"Yeehaw!!"
Hel leapt to her feet, grinning from ear to ear as she received her praise and applause. “Why thank you, friend!” She moved back to the doorway to survey the duct tape as well, shaking her head a bit. “I’m not sure, but still, I must admit his skill.” The ghoul then ripped off the rest of the duct tape, blinking as she regarded it curiously. Hmmm…this was giving her an idea!
The reaper looked up as Mot left her room and then went back to his, forgetting about the duct tape idea briefly. Stepping out into the hall, Hel watched as Mot got violent with his door as well, grinning once more. “Go, Mot, go!” She cheered on, leaping with joy once he broke through, laughing loudly. “We have prevailed, friend!” The ghoul lunged over to the boil, hooking an arm in his and spinning him one more merrily.
Mot grinned and hooked arms with the valkyrie, dancing in circles with her, singing out "Nah nah nah naah~" In hopes Mac was in his room, listening to the duo's victory. They had triumphed over the prank! And they were proud! No gnomes needed!
Evil, horrid things, they were.
"How shall we celebrate our victory, Hel?"
Hel happily danced in circles with the cowboil, going round and round when him. “We shall prevail over any challenge that comes before us!” She cried triumphantly, not at all caring if they were being loud or if Mac heard them. She was just happy they got their doors open, all on their own too! The ghoul came to an abrupt stop when Mot brought of the question of how they should celebrate, still keeping her arm linked with his as she rubbed her chin with her free hand.
“That is a good question, friend!” The ghoul snapped her fingers. “We should go get milkshakes!” It was absolutely random, but she suddenly wanted one.
Milkshakes? Well, Mot wouldn't mind one of those. While he was not big on eating, somehow anything beverage based suited him just fine. "That sounds fantastic." Mot said with a nod. He looked back at their doors, wide open and still covered in tattered duct tape. "Here is to hoping he doesn't do it all over again." He certainly hoped not. Sure, they got in after some hard work, but he didn't want to do that again.
Bah. Mot was being silly. Mac wasn't that cruel, right?
"Have you done much exploring?" He asked regarding the town as he closed his door.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 7:41 pm
“I think we’re safe for now, friend.” Hel piped up cheerfully. “The scoreboard is even now, and I don’t believe we’ll upset the balance anymore tonight.” She nodded her head. She released Mot’s arm, resting her hands on her hips briefly. “Around the school grounds, yes.” The ghoul replied. It was important to know your home base like the back of your hand! “I’m afraid I haven’t ventured too much outside the grounds yet.” The furthest she’d gone so far was when Mac led her to the sushi place!
“But before we go, friend!” Hel suddenly interjected, “I have an idea for our line of secret communication!” She disappeared into her room for a moment and came back out with a stool, placed it near her door way. “We can use this tape and….run it along the ceiling!” She exclaimed, sweeping her arm in an arc to further emphasize her point. Grabbing some of the string, Hel then climbed onto the stool and started to run it along the wall. “Hand me some tape, please?”
"Well, I suppose I'll have to introduce you to the town." Mot said with a grin. He was not well versed in food places, only that they existed and people often had preferences over some and others.
Mot raised an unseen brow at Hel, watching disappear and return. She was on to something. Mot grinned and nodded, grabbing tape puff of his door and hand her pieces as she needed them. "Genius! Simply genius. We'll have to thank Mac later for the tape."
Hel just grinned back as she waited to be handed tape, and once he started supplying her with pieces she then started running the string along the wall and ceiling. “I’m sure in our journeys we will find somewhere!” She commented, grinning wider as Mot uttered her genius. The reaper swelled with pride because yes, she was very smart, thank you! The ghoul worked on lining the ceiling, and eventually even had to leave the stool, using her wings to go across the entire ceiling until she stopped at Mot’s door.
The valkyrie stopped flapping her wings and dropped, landing on her feet and dusting her hands off on her apron, surveying her handiwork. “There! Now we do not have to worry about our line being tampered with.”
It was enthralling to watch Hel fly, even if she was merely keeping herself afloat for a moment. He'd never met a Valkyrie before, as far as he knew.
"Perfect. This definitely deserves milkshakes. I'll buy." Mot pointed a thumb at himself, before shutting the door to his bedroom, leaving the remains of the duct tape where they were for the time being. "Ready?"
Hel moved back across the hall, putting the stool back into her room before closing the door as well. The ghoul blinked when Mot offered to buy, not at all use to this idea that a boil would pay for something for her. “It’s alright, I will buy, friend! Milkshakes were my suggestion, after all.” She gave a nod of her head before pausing.
“Actually…there’s one thing…” The ghoul then held her hand out to Mot, staring up at his hat, grinning lightly. “I will claim my prize now.”
No no. The gentlemen paid. He offered. He would sneakily pay if need be.
Mot turned to leave, only to have Hel stop him. He turned around to see a hand held out for something. Prize? What prize…
. . .
"But… I just got it BACK!" Mot whined, in a posture animated of cruel fate heavy on his shoulders. He slumped in posture even further as he groaned, his arms dangling in front of him in defeat. A deal was a deal, however, and he was above trying to weasel his way out of it.
Mot righted himself up again, looping his thumb into his belt loop with one hand. He tilted his head down a bit, heaving a sigh. "Alright. I'm a man of my word." He lifted his free hand, grasping the top of his hat and taking it off of his head, holding it out to the Valkyrie.
His red tinted eyes were baggy, as usual, though anyone who had never seen him without his hat would never know. At least the week or so without his hat had given him slightly more courage to go without his hat.
Hel just kept on grinning as Mot whined, keeping her hand outstretched as she watched him slump in defeat. “Being a man of your word is very honorable, friend.” She chirped, now watching him with anticipation as he took off his hat. She recalled his hat blowing off at the festival, but she hadn’t really gotten a good look at him at the time, so now was like a moment of truth…what was underneath the hat!?
Once the hat was in her hand it stayed there for the time being as her dual gaze was suddenly locked on the hatless boil. She stared at him for a good long moment without blinking, taking in his features. Suddenly, she didn’t know why Mot hid his face! That seemed really silly! “…You have a lovely face, friend.” She commented honestly as she still stared. “I don’t know why you hide it.” The bags didn’t bother her, either, but it probably meant he didn’t sleep well!
Why was she staring?
Why was she staring?
….Why was she still staring?? Mot's expression reflected that of someone who was nervous, his eyes darting from the side and back to Hel, biting his lip as he looked down at the staring ghoul.
..Lovely? Noooo a cowboil was supposed to be rugged! Reason number fifty eight why he needed that hat! "Well… I.." He didn't want to admit it made him feel safe in front of Hel. That was weakness. "It um… keeps my emotions hidden, so the enemy can't read me." Would that work? It was half true, really. Still, the boil felt a bit exposed, a faint tint of pink flushing his cheeks at being told he had a lovely face. Damnit. His hat would have hidden such a thing.
"Um.. shall we, then?" He quickly turned, waiting for Hel to step beside him so they could start on their way.
Lucky for Mot, that logic absolutely worked on Hel. The ghoul’s expression was one of understanding now as she nodded her head. “I see!” Well yeah, that definitely made sense. “But you are among friends here.” Hel uttered happily, taking the hat in both of her hands now as she stared down at it. The ghoul stared at it for a long while, flipping it like she was about to put it on her head, but pausing as it covered half her face. Hel then pulled a total creeper moved and sniffed Mot’s hat. It smelled like a really nice shampoo and leather.
She liked it.
The ghoul then finally placed it on top of her head, her mouth pulling down in a concentrating frown. Huh! Interesting. She paused for a moment once more, before she pulled it down over her eyes like Mot did. Uh…huh. “Oh…yes!” Hel called back, moving now despite not being able to see. It didn’t take too long, trying to follow Mot’s voice, that the valkyrie walked right into a wall at an energetic pace.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 7:54 pm
Was she… sniffing the hat? "I'm not smelly, am I?" Hey, that hat had even just been cleaned! But maybe boils just had a bad smell by default? How would he know?
He was ready to go, but all he heard from Hel was a reply, and suddenly a thud. Mot blinked, turning himself around to see Hel had made a rough introduction to a wall.
He laughed. Loudly.
"Oh Jack, Hel." He tried to stifle the remaining giggle fits and come to the ghoul's aid byte lifting the brim of the hat for her. "It's probably too big for you. And don't ask how I can see out of it. I seem to be the only one who can." He stated with an amused grin.
“Uh…” It seemed the reaper was caught off guard for a moment. “No.” She drawled, “It…smells nice. Like leather. I like it.”
The ghoul stiffened after she bounced off of the wall, jarred a bit by the sudden impact. Jack damn, that wasn’t graceful at all. Her dual eyes narrowed underneath the hat, as if she could glare at the wall through it, though her expression softened once Mot ‘came to her rescue’ by lifting up the brim of the hat. Much better! “I find it amazing that you can, friend.” She commented, adjusting the hat once more upon her head, leaving the brim above her eyes this time. “A hidden talent, I suppose? I’m ready to go now.” She announced.
Mot smirked, nodding a bit. "Perhaps. The height advantage helps too." He grinned, and led the way out of the dorm building. He felt like he might have to keep an eye out for his shorter friend in case of rogue obstacles in her way while wearing his hat.
It was kind of funny. They had been out earlier that day, but it mostly involved running in random directions flailing their arms.
It was good times.
Once they were out of the building, Mot was rather glad it was still technically still break. Not many students around. He may have been slightly more willing to take off his hat, but it still felt… well, he felt like he was half naked. He crossed his arms to compensate for now, walking alongside his shorter travelling companion.
Mot looked around uneasily. He felt like he should start up more conversation, but he was having trouble thinking of anything. Part of him believed his hat would know what to do…
"Uh…so…" He stammered, desperately thinking of something to pass the time. "You sure love training, huh?" Lame.
The valkyrie nodded her head in agreement. Yes, height would be a drastic advantage, and Mot certainly had that! The ghoul fell in step next to him, walking with an energetic step, and swinging her arms back and forth as they went. In a way, it was like her step told the story of how victorious she was to be wearing Mot’s hat. It was her trophy.
How nice it was to be out and about more often again, this time with company! Although they had been running around flailing earlier, it was nice to get out again once more with a purpose.
While they walked along in silence, Hel was humming a tune, and like usual, with a smile on her face. Her dual gaze noted though, that without his hat on, Mot seemed less confident than usual. She didn’t have any comforting words to give him, but stood by the belief that maybe he’s gain more confidence if he just kept what he was doing right now. She’d have to keep making bets with him regarding his hat then. A grin came to her face now with this plan in mind, as she then looked over at Mot as the boil spoke up.
“That I do.” She replied. “One can always benefit from training, whether it’s fighting, or a hobby!” Hel seemed thoughtful for a moment. “What kind of hobbies do you have, friend?”
Hobbies…. Hobbies… Mot hummed a bit, freeing a hand to stroke his chin thoughtfully. "I like reading, card games.. but mostly? I love guns." Mot smirked proudly, puffing up a bit. "I love the way they look, the way they sound, and I love tinkering with them." His own gun was always polished and cleaned on a regular basis. His desk was set up to do so at the drop of a hat.
"Oh, that reminds me!" He said suddenly. "What's your weapon?" He loved to know what his fellow reapers wielded. It was practically a part of themselves.
Hel listened with interest as Mot listed off some of his hobbies, making a small face at the reading part, which is something she didn’t really care for. “I suppose you were ecstatic when you first summoned your weapon then?” The ghoul questioned curiously with a grin. It was amusing how much Mot loved guns to her. “I like stories…” She commented, “But I like them better when they are spoken…would you teach me how to play some card games?”
It was Hel’s turn now to swell with pride when questioned about her weapon. “I will show you!” She announced, holding out her hand that wasn’t right next to Mot. After a moment, a long spear with a large, curved blade appeared, and the reaper spun it before pounding the end of the spear into the ground, so that the blade pointed up towards the sky proudly, towering over its reaper. The ghoul placed her other hand on her hip then as she grinned.
"I was!" He grinned happily. "Happiest day of my life."
"I'd be happy to teach you a few card games." It was a fun pastime, and even better with someone to play with. He learned card games through gambling, after all. That was a pastime best suited to participating with others. "Maybe we can play a few when we get back." That seemed like a great way to end the day.
She'd show him? Even better! Mot waited and watched as she summoned the spear. His jaw almost dropped at its size. "Wooooah. That is something else!" Mot rested his hands on his hips and looked it over. "Shoot, it's taller than I am!"
Hel laughed as Mot proclaimed that to be the happiest day of his life, and looked excited when he said he would teach her some card games. “Sounds excellent.” Hel agreed. She liked trying out new things!
The reaper’s chest puffed out with pride upon seeing Mot’s impressed expression. “Why thank you, friend! Indeed it is!” She noted as well, glancing up at it and then at the boil. The ghoul admired her own weapon for a moment longer before releasing and dismissing it. Hel clapped her hands a bit as she look at the cow boil expectantly. “Well?” While Mot may have described his own weapon, that wasn’t a substitute for actually seeing it.
“Oh, right!" Good! He wanted to show his off to! Show me yours and show you mine. All that jazz.
Mot stepped back, his hand outstretched as he summoned his weapon, spinning it on his finger until the chain manifested itself, attaching from the handle of the gun to his belt. He grasped the Smith and Wesson pistol tightly, looking it over. "This here is my baby." He grinned proudly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 8:11 pm
Hel was a bit impatient, tapping her foot as she stared at Mot. Yes she wanted to see it, and she wanted to see it now! Her eyes lit up when the gun appeared, and she watched as he spun it in his finger until the chain appeared as well. She recalled him mentioning the chain before, but actually seeing it was a whole other story. “Very nice, friend.”
The ghoul then walked around Mot in a circle, rubbing her chin as she contemplated. Yes, she liked that chain a lot! It would also serve to be a helpful aid for if Mot ever got rushed by an enemy, or so she thought! She was just delightful thinking of all the ways she could trip up an opponent with a tool like a chain! “We should think about incorporating the chain into your training!” Hel offered as she came to stand at his side once more with her hands on her hips. “Once you’re ready to move onto more advance tactics though.”
Mot turned his head as Hel began to circle him like a vulture. Oh no, what was she thinking now? Her stare was sometimes unnerving.
Oh, so that was it. "Oh yeah?" Hey, if training could involve his weapon? All the better! Having to fight hand to hand was not his style. Too easy to get hurt.
Once he's ready, though? "Aaaaw.." Damn. He dismissed the weapon, letting it disappear into a smoky ether, not really needing it any more. It was going to be a long time before he was so called Combat Ready. "Got it."
For now, he continued walking, nearing the destination. It was creeping up from the distance, a twisted looking 50s style ice cream bar. "Well, training can come again some other time. Look! Milkshakes await." Wait a minute... since when did he use food as an escape? Gross!
“Yes!” Hel repeated with a firm nod of her head. Mot would need a ton more training though, in her opinion, but they would get him there eventually! She reached out to give Mot a firm, comforting pat on the shoulder before she resumed walking with him, seeing the ice cream bar in the distance. “Of course!” She agreed. “You just got back from you trip as well.” The ghoul was a bit merciful at least? Though the next time they did start training, Mot should expect them to go at it hard.
Once they got closer, the ghoul reached out and opened the door for Mot. “After you, friend.”
Oh good. The warrior woman knew mercy. Huzzah.
Mot was left gobsmacked as Hel opened the door for him. Damnit again. A gentlemen's job was taken from him. He sighed and shook his head. He needed to be quicker. This was soon becoming war. "Thanks, little lady." He walked through the door, a plan unfolding. He would be the one to pay for their drinks, no matter what the ghoul had in mind.
He approached the counter, blocking the register from Hel. "I'll have a black liquorice milkshake. Hel?" Yes… ask for your preference, ghouly. Mot was already getting the appropriate change ready. He would win.
“You’re welcome, friend!” Hel sang out, not at all aware she was foiling Mot’s attempts to be a gentleman. Once again, living with eight sisters, you didn’t have chivalrous boils holding doors open for you, or paying for things. She followed in after the cowboil, staring up at the menu, listing the different flavors. At times she’d even lean over his left or right side to try and get a better view of the menu. The ghoul rubbed her chin as she contemplated, tipping the hat back a bit further. It was plausible that Hel got the vibe that Mot was trying to compete with her over paying. Maybe.
“I’m not sure yet! There are many different flavors…” She trailed off for a moment, then squinted. “Mot…? What does that say, on the board all the way to the right? The last few words?” Hel questioned, pointing.
Oh, Mot was blocking her view of the menu? Well, this was a dilemma. He wanted to keep her from the register. Perhaps a little leeway would help. He moved slightly, and tried to see what the ghoul was pointing at. "Do you mean the Pumpkin Milkshake?" He asked as he squinted at the board.
His hand was clasping the seeds needed for two milkshakes, and was held firmly on the counter, ready to hand it to the clerk at any time.
Mot was lucky that he couldn’t see the wide grin that spread across the ghoul’s face as he gave her just enough leeway to win. “Oh, is that what it is? And the one above it?” She questioned, her tone rising as she slipped a hand into her apron pocket, grasping her own seeds. The reaper then pulled some rather sneaky moves, ducking underneath Mot’s arm and worming herself between him and the counter, right in front of the clerk.
“Actually, I’ll be having a Frakenberry Shake, that and the Black liquorice one too.” The reaper was just grinning from ear to ear now as she handed the clerk the exact cost in pumpkin seeds. Hel then laced her fingers behind her head and whistled what sounded like the victory theme from Last Fantasy as she waltzed down the counter to where their milkshakes would be dropped off.
Mot had been fooled.
He stared down at the ghoul with a look of absolute horror. How?! "Jack Damnit, Hel!" He pouted at the ghoul, a playful glare cast at her before pointing discriminately at her. "This is war. I will have my way tonight, one way or another." He was so set on winning the battle he had missed the double meaning of his words.
He followed her to the pick up counter. He had to win. He had to win. Once the drinks were about to be set down, Mot took them both, grinning at the ghoul. "Oh, let me take that for you, little lady." Hah! A gentlemen always carries for a lady. He proudly marched toward a table for two setting the drinks down and taking a seat.
Said ghoul just laughed loudly and victoriously. She spun on her heel as Mot pointed at her, straightening her posture, puffing out her chest, and placing her hands on her hips as the cowboil challenged her. “You will have your way tonight, huh, friend?” She questioned haughtily, not catching onto the double meaning, but more or less latching onto the challenge he was issuing.
A look of disbelief cross her face as the boil snatched up both of their drinks. Oh. Jack. No. The valkyrie wasn’t going to take this laying down! As Mot marched towards the table, Hel lunged after him, intent on picking him up and carrying him AND the milkshakes to the table! The cowboil was too fast though, and was soon seated at the table. The ghoul couldn’t stop in time as she lunged at him, her feet and legs catching the edge of the booth seat and sending her tumbling rather ungracefully across Mot’s lap with a loud “Ack!”
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 8:23 pm
Mot had no idea he was being lunged at, and therefore yelped in surprised manner as the ghoul was suddenly laying across his lap. There was a ghoul on his lap. How did she get there? Did she slip?
Better yet? How to get her off his lap. "You..uh.. okay?" He didn't touch her. He wasn't sure how to get her off of him. Hel was capable of getting herself up, right? Honestly? He was nervous with her there.
Hel blinked as she lay there for a moment, flopped across Mot’s lap. Well, that plan failed miserably! The ghoul stayed there for a few moments longer, quiet, until a hand came up to keep Mot’s hat on top of her head, and she rolled off of his lap and under the table unceremoniously with a loud thud. A few more thuds where heard from underneath the table until suddenly appeared on the other side.
Her dual gaze narrowed at Mot.
“This day isn’t over, friend.” As in, there would be more victory for her, yet! She then reached out for her milkshake, taking a ship while she still glared at him. After a moment, the ghoul tossed her head back and laughed.
Mot was unsure what to do now. She was not answering him. Did she knock herself out? Mot felt a little panicked, about to shake her shoulder when the ghoul held on to her (his) hat, and simply tumbled under the table. The boil tensed slightly before bending to look under the table, only to have her pop up in the seat across from him. He sat back up. He stared. She laughed.
Mot laughed.
"Not over. Not by a long shot." He grinned and shook his head, taking a sip of his own shake and leaning back. This was certainly one special ghoul. Here he thought Levi was the weirdest. Guess Hel just took that title from her in his mind. Though teasing Levi was way more fun, since he did not yet have anything he could tease this one about. One day…
"That tumble didn't hurt, I am guessing?"
Hel simply grinned as she adjusted the hat after the tumble, and sipped more of her shake as well. “But you have some catching up to do.” Hel chided. “If you even want a shot of trying to beat me.” Because in her mind, she was in the lead today!
“Psshaw.” Hel scoffed. “Not at all, friend! It would take way more than that!” Not that the ghoul would give away her pain threshold no, that would be exploited by someone! You never know when they’re might be an enemy lurking around the corner! “So, tell me more about your journey!” Because Hel was curious (a.k.a. nosey).
"You may have the lead, for now. I'll get you yet." There were more doors to open, more puddles to cover with articles of clothing so a young maiden's socks would not be soiled. All kinds of things!
"I should have known it would take more than that to bruise the great Hel." He chuckled with a grin. The ghoul was able to lift a boil much taller than herself. Clearly she could take a tumble.
"Well, I lost my hat for most of it. Lizzy took me shopping-- er well, she says it was for Market Research. Her family runs some kind of textile shop." Though the act of clothes shopping was not always interesting, shopping with a friend was fun. And hey, he got some nice clothes out of it.
"The train ride was interesting. We played Truth Or Dare."
“So you say, friend, so you say.” The ghoul taunted, looking forward to the challenge. She’d have to stay on her toes! This reaper could be a rascally one. “Yes, shame on you for even questioning my capabilities.” Hel tsked teasingly with an air of delight. The Great Hel! That had a nice ring to it. It was easy to see that comments like this pleased the ghoul greatly.
“You lost your hat?” She echoed with a brow raised. How did that happen she wondered. Oh! Lizzy! She remembered meeting Lizzy at the festival, and also recalled her being rather friendly with Mot, which meant they must be good friends? The ghoul shifted a bit, a brief feeling of envy apparent in how she fiddled with her straw before donning a curious expression. “Truth or dare?” She questioned once more. This wasn’t a game she was familiar with.
"Yeah. Turned out her mini pet hid it on me." Mot said with a short eye roll. Oh Rosenthal. Forever a pain in every boil's arse. He wasn't sure what the pet's fixation was on torturing him. But it was effective if the pet's goal was to terrify Mot.
"Yeah. It's a game." Surprisingly, Mot was not terribly surprised she had not heard of it. He hadn't even played it until the train. "You take turns spinning a bottle. Who ever the bottle points to has to choose either Truth or dare. Truth means the spinner gets to ask any question and you have to answer truthfully. Dare means the spinner can ask you to do anything they want you to."
“Oh, I see.” Hel answered, taking another sip of her shake, noting Mot’s eye roll. “I take it you are not fond of her pet?” Not fond was a very mild way of putting it.
The ghoul leaned forward a bit across the table as she listened to the boil explain the game of truth or dare. Huh! That sounded interesting. “How does one win?” She questioned. Obviously if this was a game, there had to be winners and losers, right? It’d be silly to play a game what didn’t have winners and losers!
“Not really. He has a bad attitude." That was an understatement. Rosenthal was just a Troll.
"Win?" At Truth or Dare? Honestly, the game only ended when you either got bored, or everyone chickened out. "There are no winners. It's mostly a way to get to know your friends, or kill time." Or troll your friends. That too.
“Ah.” Hel rubbed her chin. A temperamental mini-pet, huh? She’d have to keep an eye out for this one then! Lizzy was such a sweet ghoul, it made sense to the reaper that the mini-pet would sense this and take advantage of her, creating a brat-pet. Yes, it made very good sense to her.
“…Oh.” The ghoul seemed disappointed upon finding out that one didn’t really win Truth or Dare, but getting to know your friends or kill time was good too. Possibly. Winning sounded like more fun! In no time at all, the valkyrie had downed her shake, and now idly rolled it around on the table like she was doing in the tin cans prior. “Oh yes!” She suddenly recalled something. “When we return to the dorms, friend, I have some stew for you!”
Stew? But… but he was already having his meal for the day! The milkshake was a meal! Mot pouted, and cursed that he did not have his hat to hide his facial tweaks. There was no way to hide his discomfort. "Oh. I don't have to eat it right away, do I? I'm getting full." His cup was only half empty. The boil's stomach was obviously as thin as his wrists it would seem.
He really hoped he wasn't disappointing her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 10:46 pm
Hel blinked as the boil pouted, unsure as to what that could mean in regards to her announcement. “Oh...uh, no, of course not!” She piped. “I put it into a container for you; it can go in the fridge.” The reaper nodded. “It still tastes good when put into the microwave as well.” Hel smiled widely at Mot.
The ghoul then stared at his milkshake when he announced he was getting full. Only half way!? Hel pumped a fist into the air as she pointed at the shake with the other. “You can do it, friend!” She was pressuring him to finish something once more.
Oh good, Mot sighed with a bit of relief. Maybe he could make it last by only eating a small amount at a time. Stew sounded… filling. "Well, thank you then!" Might as well be grateful!
Oh no… Hel wanted him to see the milkshake as a challenge to be defeated. "This is the cookie incident all over again." He jested with a dramatic sigh. Mot looked down at the drink. What was with everyone and trying to get him to eat? One of these days he'd end up horking all over them, and then they'd be sorry!
Mot breathed in deeply, stretching out before exhaling and taking a long sip from his drink. No. He was chugging the whole cup! Not straw needed this time. If he was to defeat the drink, he would do it hard and fast.
It was a good save on Mot’s part, as Hel was beaming now. “You’re welcome!” She replied, wiggling a bit on her seat.
“It is!” Hel uttered in agreement. “You can’t let the milk shake beat you! It mocks you friend, you and your honor!” As the cow boil lifted the cup and proceeded to more or less chug it, Hel propped herself up over the table on her hands, staring down at Mot with wide eyed excitement. “You’re almost done!” The ghoul cheered on. Goodness, she was way too excitable!
Well now. Mot was not about to be taunted by milk products. His honour was at stake.
Mot began to stand up, with a hand on his hip as he finished off the last of the drink. He gasped in satisfaction as he finished, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and setting the glass down firmly on the table. "I have triumphed!" He bellowed out in a deep, manly voice, like a real warrior would if he had defeated an enemy.
Hel kept her position, now staring up at the boil as he started to take a victorious stance. Her eyes were still wide, starting to glimmer with hope as her lips parted in awe and excitement. It was utterly ridiculous how easily the ghoul got worked up, but at least it made for an amusing time for anyone who would be watching.
When Mot placed his cup onto the table and uttered out his victory in a deep, manly voice, the valkyrie exploded then, leaping up into the air as she pumped both of her fists up. “You have restored your honor and made a fool of the milkshake!” She cried out, singing his praises. The ghoul was completely oblivious to any looks they might be receiving now, especially after how loud they were being.
Mot couldn't help but laugh at Hel's statement. Her passion was infectious, but at the same time, one could not take winning against a milkshake all too seriously. "Ah-yep. I certainly did." He nodded, clearing his throat after a moment. There were people staring. Oh well, let them stare. They obviously were just jealous of their fun.
Speaking of which. It was time to go. He was done, and Hel seemed finished with hers. "Ready to head back?" He paused, looking dead serious for a moment.
He would get the door for her if it killed him.
He then grinned, and jumped over a table to run to the door and open it for her.
“You should be very proud of your accomplishment.” Hel stated, nodding her head. She was still rather oblivious to the stares, and probably always would be. They were having fun and not harming anyone else, so why should they try to keep a lid on it? “Yes I am…” She trailed off as she stared at Mot, his sudden shift to dead serious indicating that something was up to the ghoul. She narrowed her eyes as he grinned, and watched as he suddenly took off.
“Oh no you don’t, friend!” Hel bellowed, dashing after him, rather impressed by his aerial maneuver over a table. She had to admire his determination, courage, and spirit, at least! The ghoul then lunged for the door, intent upon reaching it first, but once more, the boil got to it faster than she did.
As Mot opened the door, Hel went sailing right through the open doorway, tucking herself into a roll as she sprung up on her feet on the sidewalk. She paused, dusted off her apron, and looked back at the boil with a raised brow and speculative gaze. Damn it. He had gotten another victory under his belt. “…Thank you, friend.” She uttered a bit grudgingly in regards to his ‘kindness’ for holding the door open for her.
Mot watched as a flash of Hel went zooming through the opening in the doorway, his head whipping to her tumbling form spring to her feet as if she were some kind of performer. "You're welcome~." He smirked playfully, his eyes lidding as he tilted his head upward while casting his gaze downward. Yes. Thank the Mot.
Mot released the door and walked with a strut to Hel's side as they continued homeward bound. "I believe the score is 2 on 2 now?"
The reaper’s eyes narrowed as Mot lidded his eyes and tilted his head back, looking down at her with his eyes. She placed her hands on her hips as she stared him down for a long moment. Jack damn it. He was taunting her. This could not be tolerated! Maybe if the look wasn’t meant to taunt her, the ghoul would find it kind of charming. It was certainly a look that was better with the hat off. He was even shaming her more when he strutted to her side, and she fell into step with him as they continued back to the dorms.
“I believe it is.” Hel answered with a light haughty tone. It meant that Mot wasn’t winning, but it also meant that she wasn’t either. She reached up and pulled the brim of the hat down over her eyes a bit more, as if to add to the look she was giving him. She then ran her fingers along the rim of the hat as if one was petting their cherished foxfire.
She could taunt back too.
That haughty tone did not slip by Mot's attention. No. He wished to point it out, in fact. He did ever so love to tease a ghoul. "Oh-ho~ Are we getting snippy, little lady?" Mot said teasingly, his thumbs slipping into his belt loops. He looked down at the little Valkyrie with a pleased smirk. He was throwing her off her game somewhat. A small victory.
"You know you're cute when you're upset?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 11:25 pm
“Why no, friend.” Hel retorted, her tone lacing with sarcasm now. “I am not. I am just stating the facts right now.” The facts being that they were tied for the time being! Though as soon as Mot called her cute, one could say he should add another victory to his list. The reaper should have known better than to do what she was about to, but it was a knee jerk reaction. Everyone in the family called her cute or adorable, and it drove her crazy! So to hear it from Mot now? Ludicrous.
Hel scowled.
“I am not!”
Mot found her weakness. If there was one thing that he loved, it was teasing a ghoul. With Levi, he had the name 'Princess'. Now with Hel?
Heh.
Mot grinned, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous twinkle. He wasn't sure why, but her retorting just made him want to giggle and cuddle her like a puppy. He settled for wrapping an arm around her neck and giving her a noogie.
Same thing right?
"Ooooh yes you are~!"
This was absolutely horrid!
The smaller ghoul glared up at him with a vengeance from under the brim of his hat. Yes, he had definitely pushed the right button. The reaper startled when he wrapped an arm around her neck and proceeded to give her a noogie despite the hat still being on. Hel reached up and held firmly onto the brim of the hat to keep it on her head as she scowled once more.
“I am not!” She wailed. “Take it back!”
Mot laughed and let her go. He had his fun. It was enough for now. "Fine fine, I'll take it back… when you stop being cute." Mot smirked down at the girl, as if daring her to try.
This so counted as a win.
Mot strode further onward. "Don't fall behind, Hel~."
The reaper righted herself once she was let go, fixing Mot’s hat upon her head once more. She huffed as she glared up at him, and once he started strolling forward stomped a steel plated boot in frustration. She wasn’t cute, jack damn it! She was supposed to be…pretty or beautiful! Like her sisters. Not cute!
Don’t fall behind? Oh, she wasn’t about to.
Hel lunged at the reaper boil who thought it would be a good idea to turn his back on her, and swiped an arm at his knees. Her plan was for the boil to fall back, and it was then that her free arm would cradle his back as her other arm finished swiping his knees out from underneath him. She would them hold the boil to herself much like a prince would carry a princess, and keep marching along, grinning like a vicious fiend.
Turning his back on Hel was his biggest mistake.
He lost his balance right off the bat after being taken out at the knees, yelping out in the least manly manner. The boil was being manhandled and there was little he could do about it. Before he even really understood what had happened, he was being carried like a princess.
This… was so very un manly.
"Wha---hey!" Mot retorted in a pitched tone. He was being carted off! "Cheating! Cheating!"
Hel tossed her head back and laughed as she carried Mot back to the reaper dorms with ease. “I am not cheating, friend. I’m winning.” Though technically they were back to tied now.
The reaper ghoul carried Mot the entire way back. Once they were in front of the boil’s door she placed him back on his feet and dusted off her hands, still grinning. “So what do you say, Mot. Cards now, yes?” She questioned curiously. She was eager to learn some new things, after all!
Her logic was something else, really. Mot was a sport, and let the ghoul carry him home. Yes… let her…
Mot adjusted his vest and clothes after her was let down, mostly fidgeting to distract himself from the fact he was once more manhandled like a damsel by a little ghoul. "Yes, let's play cards." Mot figured perhaps he could earn back more points if he beat her at a few rounds of cards. He looked down at her, glaring in challenge. A smirk still spread, regardless. His ego was not so large that he wasn't able to handle losing to a ghoul. He was better than that.
He could still be a brat though.
Mot opened his duct tape covered door, allowing the lady in first. He grinned widely. "After you. Unless you happen to have cards in your place."
Hel placed her hands on her hips as she stared back up at Mot, glaring in challenge in return. She watched as he opened his door and stared into his room for a moment before staring back at him. “I don’t, friend.” She replied, before turning her nose to the air and marching into his room, as if that was the only reason she’d let him get the door for her. Once inside, the ghoul immediately flopped to the floor and sat with her legs crossed. She tilted the hat back a bit since they weren’t outside anymore as she looked up at him.
“Ready whenever you are.” She grinned.
Mot closed his door and grabbed a deck of cards from his desk. His ego was boosted from having knocked Hel down a couple pegs. It was fun watching her stomp around like a grumpy off foxfire.
Mot sat down in front of her, shuffling his cards and staring back at Hel… thinking.. plotting. He soon grinned, still shuffling without really looking at what he was doing. "I have an idea. Want to make a bet with me?" Bets always made card games more fun. And he knew she was a newb.
"I realize you've not played cards before, but how about I raise the stakes for you, to make it worth your while." He began dealing out the cards between them, apparently already knowing what game they would play. "If I win, I want my hat back right away, and you have to admit you're cute. However…" He paused dramatically, setting the rest of the deck in between them. He picked up his hand, shielding them from view. "If you win? You get my hat for a week, and you'll have full reign of my activities for the rest of break."
It was a sweet deal, one he was certain he would win.
"Deal?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 11:33 pm
The ghoul stared the boil down, watching as he was obviously thinking and plotting. She was on guard as soon as he grinned, immediately interested once he said he had an idea. After hearing the word ‘bet’ and what the winner would receive, Hel was all over it faster than maggots on a corpse. Her eagerness to have Mot’s hat for a week and to control the rest of his break activities would prove to be her down fall though. If she had even taken a moment to consider this, she would have realized that she wasn’t playing smart, as Mot obviously knew this game way better than she did.
“Deal.” She sealed her fate.
After learning the basics, Hel felt pretty good! The reapers also agreed that the winner would be the best two out of three games. The first game came and went with Mot as the victor. The second game ended up with Hel as the victor. The ghoul was feeling pretty good! They were tied and this was like their sudden death match, but she seemed to have a good hand…until Mot tossed his cards down. No. No, no, no! Hel’s mouth hung open a bit as she stared down at the cards in absolutely disbelief. No, she was so close to winning! How did he pull that off!? The ghoul tossed her cards up into the air, hands coming to rest on the hat as she flopped backwards onto the floor, scowling loudly in utter disbelief.
“I can’t believe this!” She exclaimed, wiggling all over the floor like a child who was told they can’t have any ice scream. She wiggled around on the floor some more before suddenly popping back up, leaning on her hands as she stared at the boil. “Again! Best two out of three!” She pleaded, obviously wanting another chance so that she could win.
Mot had been playing it cool throughout the entire game. Hel was a novice She wouldn't win. And even as they played a sudden death match, he kept his cool, confident he would win.
He would not be disappointed. He grinned, watching Hel throw a small tantrum on the floor. She certainly was not used to losing, it seemed. It was also endearing, as most things the ghoul did was. He simply leaning his elbows on his knees and cupped his face with his hands, waiting out her little whine fest. He made a "ooh~" noise as she suddenly got back up, waiting with a smile as she leaned.
Oh, is that her game now?
"No." Mot replied with a smile. "A deal is a deal, little lady."
Hel glared at Mot as he smiled back at her, and she glared at him for a long while, as if maybe she could sway him. No such luck! The boil was right, as much as she didn’t want to admit it. A deal was a deal, and she had made it. Didn’t mean she had to be happy about it, though. Hel groaned loudly, reaching up and plucking the hat off of her head and pressing it down back on Mot’s lopsidedly. The ghoul then flopped backwards onto the floor once more, scowling, with her feet in the air.
“We will have a rematch one day, friend.” She promised. Funny, the ghoul seemed to be trying to glaze over the other part of Mot’s winning deal…
Mot stared the ghoul down until she relented, smirking once his precious hat was on his head. It smelled like a ghoul, though. Oh well. Ghouls smelled nice. He adjusted his precious garment with a pleased sigh. He may have gotten better at being without it, but having it back just felt too good.
Mot hummed a bit, watching the ghoul flop over in an animated way. She seemed to be skipping an important part of the deal. Mot rested his arms over his knees, tilting his head and resting his shadowed gaze on the form of the stubborn valkyrie. "Little lady, you seem to have forgotten a key part of the bet." Mot mentioned with a smile.
"Admit it." He reminded sternly.
The ghoul’s form stiffened when Mot sternly reminded her of the other part of the deal. Hel scowled again, her feet falling back to the floor as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared up at the ceiling. The valkyrie was silent for a few good moments. Ugh, she so didn’t want to say this! It wasn’t fair! She wasn’t cute!
The valkyrie muttered a small phrase that for the most part was not intelligible, and ended with ‘cute’.
"What? Huh? I didn't hear that clearly." Mot mocked, leaning closer and cupping his ear. The ghoul was very stubborn. Mot was not letting her get away with this. Not after she forced him to man up and finish his meals after all.
Mot shrugged, sighing loudly. "Or maybe you are simply too scared to admit it outloud?" Oh.. thems were fighting words.
Hel gritted her teeth at being mocked. Oh that rascally cow boil. He’d better enjoy this day while it lasted, because the reaper would get her revenge! One day. After she learned how to play cards better. At being mocked about being scared though, the ghoul immediately shot up into a sitting position, her hands now clenched at her sides as she stared at him. “I’m not scared!” She scowled once more, the boil obviously now learning how to hit the right buttons.
She glared at him for a moment longer, making a sour face at the statement she was about to utter. “I’m…cute.” She uttered it with disgust, as if the statement was poison, and afterwards even puffed out her cheeks.
Oh! She was back! Mot perked up a bit and smiled as she was now semi eye level again. He simply smiled wider, amused as she took his bait so well.
Once Hel finally relented, Mot could not help what he did next. "YES! I Win!" He yelled out, fists in the air, a big toothy grin plastered on his face. Victory! Of course the ghoul looked like saying it was equal to swallowing a vile of poison.
He relaxed a grin still present on his face as he laid his arms behind him and leaned on his hands. "Good ghoul."
Hel continued to sit there with a sour expression, especially when Mot yelled out his victory and pumped his fists into the air. Her shame was great today, though she had a fleeting thought that it was kind of nice to see the boil excited over winning. Weird. It passed quickly, as the reaper still had her own misery to wallow in over losing. After Mot had calmed down, the ghoul gave a nonchalant wave with her fair hand. “Enjoy this while it lasts, friend.” She replied, the sour expression starting to disappear now. “I will get my honor back.”
The ghoul then reclined back as well, but fished through one of her apron pockets for something. She was losing already, might as well add something else to Mot’s victory pile. Sheesh. A brow rose once she found what she was looking for, and she balled it up into her fist before flinging it at Mot’s chest.
Her first hat band since she arrived at the Academy, and made especially for Mot too!
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 11:49 pm
"I don't doubt it." Mot replied, smirking amusedly.
Mot caught the object flung at his chest, raising an unseen brow at the ghoul before looking down at what she had thrown. Why was she throwing things anyway? How childish.
He then realized what it was she had tossed at him. A band for his hat? Was it really for him? A present? "This is so cool!" Or was she just showing it off? She made it right? She said liked making these things. Mot didn't assume it was for him just because she threw it at him, after all. "You made this?"
“Good.” Hel replied, smirking briefly as well.
The reaper watched the boil intently as he looked over the hat band. She was eager to see his reaction to it, as she did make it, after all! Her expression started to turn into a pleased one as he stated how cool it was and she tilted her head at him. “Yes I did.” Hel answered proudly. “I hope you enjoy it, friend.” If that didn’t say it was for him, she didn’t know what would.
So it was for him, after all! Mot grinned widely, like a little boy given a shiny new toy. "Thanks so much!" Mot took his hat off, eager to put this band on as soon as possible.
Mot set the hat on his lap, taking off the old band and replacing it with the new one, even transferring his pin onto the new band. He admired it sitting on his lap, his eyes a twinkle with glee. "You do amazing work, Hel." As if that wasn't obvious by her boots alone. Mot propped the hat back onto his head, smirking and pleased as he then stood up, holding a hand out to help Hel up as well. "How does it look on me?" He asked expectantly.
Grinning was contagious, for as soon as Mot broke out into a grin, Hel did as well. “You’re welcome.” She replied, back to her easy going, good mood once more and watched as he interchanged the bands right then and there. Well that was certainly an ego boost right there!
The reaper was happy that she went with a gray leather for the main color, as it contrasted his hat nicely, but wasn’t gaudy at all. The ghoul shifted her gaze back from the hat to his eyes, noting with amusement the twinkle before grinning widely once more. “Thank you, friend.” At least she could use her manners, because there was no modesty in that reply at all. She knew she did good work, but it made her happy to hear it from others as well. The ghoul took one of his hands when it was offered, blinking as she got back up to her feet. “It looks stellar!” She complimented, giving a laugh at his expectant tone.
Mot was glad Hel perked back up. As fun as it was to make the ghoul squirm, he much preferred a grin.
"I should probably start unpacking a bit. Could you get me that stew?" Mot reminded her. It would do no good to avoid it and have the ghoul disappointed in him later for not taking interest in it. You never know. He might like it?
Hel seemed delighted when Mot inquired about the stew, not that she would have forgotten anyways though! “Yes, I’ll be right back!” She disappeared then, leaving his door open, and returned a few minutes later with a plastic container filled with a beef stew. The ghoul presented the container the boil proudly. “Here you are, friend! A recipe passed down through my family! It helps to put some meat on one’s bones and build strength!” Or so she believed.
It was very apparent she thought Mot would benefit from this.
Mot waited patiently in his room until Hel returned with the food. He took the container in his hands, looking down at it curiously. Right. Food. Well, luckily he didn't have to try it in front of anyone.
That and Hel wouldn't make him eat more than he felt he could.
"Is that so?" Mot knew he was thin, but he never paid that fact much mind. It did not concern him. Gunslinging did not require him to be beefed up in his mind. "Sounds impressive. I'll be sure to eat it all." He did not like to eat, but he could at least try and finish it before it got old.
"Thank you, Hel."
“Yes!” Hel reaffirmed enthusiastically, rocking on the balls of her feet as she beamed up at the reaper. “When you finish, just let me know! I’ll have refills for you, friend!” Whether Mot wanted to hear that or not was left up to debate. Regardless, the reaper didn’t think he would throw it down the trash or feed it to gnomes while she wasn’t looking. He said he would eat it so she believed he would. “You are welcome!” She replied, feeling a bit touched all of a sudden. It was nice to be thanked…
The ghoul stopped rocking on her feels and paused, humming thoughtfully. “I suppose I shall let you get to unpacking.” She commented. “I imagine you want to relax after your trip?”
"Yes. It has been a long day, after all." He had just gotten back, pulled a prank, ran like Hel, broke down a door, had a battle of chivalry. A long long day. Mot could use some rest.
"Good night then, Hel. See you again soon." He raised a fist to be bumped, though perhaps Hel was not familiar with this action...
Hel nodded her head. It was a long day, but it was a good and fun day! Even if she did lose today, SIGH. At least she got to wear his hat for a bit and see his face! That was pretty awesome. “You have a good night as well, friend…” The reaper trailed off as she stared at the raised fist. Uh…what did that mean? Hel blinked before raising her hand and putting it over Mot’s fist, with a head tilt.
She didn't get it.
Well, that made sense. Maybe most ghouls didn't do this.
Mot laughed a bit, holding the container under his arm and taking Hel's hand from his fist. "No, no. Like this." He clenched her hand into a fist, and bumped it with his mid air. "A fist bump. Do it when you celebrate something." He grinned and took the container from his arm again. "I'd better put this away." He waved at the ghoul, letting her find her way out so he could get to work on unpacking after putting away his stew.
He certainly hoped he would enjoy it, lest he have to endure telling her otherwise.
Hel looked a bit sheepish, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand. She watched as Mot corrected her hand into a fist and then bumped it. “…Oh!” She uttered. “I see!” Another way to celebrate huh? She liked that! The reaper grinned now, looking at her hand and flexing her fingers before looking back at Mot. “Understood. I will be seeing you, friend!” The ghoul waltzed out of the room then, across the hall to her own, but paused as she closed the door and her foot tapped the can still on the floor from where she dropped it.
Hmm…yeah! She should give it a test run really quick. Hel grinned as she picked it up and spoke into it. “Mot?”
Mot had just stashed the food in his mini fridge when he heard Hel still in the room. But.. he could of sworn she left.. and it sounded echoey.
Was he hearing her in his mind?
Mot turned and saw the tin can phone they had made, and put two and two together right away. He chuckled, walking over to the can and bringing it to his mouth. "Yes Hel?"
The reaper waited a moment, and was rewarded when she heard his voice. These cans were still pretty amazing! She was glad they still worked with the string running along the ceiling now too. “Your fridge is running, right friend?” She questioned curiously. It was a thought she had after she handed him the container.
The boil hardly ate, so she wondered if the thing was even on or not! She didn’t want the stew to spoil.
At first Mot thought Hel was making a poor attempt at a prank call, but thought better of it and chuckled.
"Yes, it runs fine. No worries, little lady." He assured her lightly.
Oh, maybe this call was simply because the ghoul could not stand the thought of being away from him for more than a moment~! The thought was brief, and it simply made the boil chuckle in amusement. Yeah right.
Was it a poor attempt at a prank call? Yes.
The ghoul giggled. “Good, friend! You’d better go catch it, then!” She then abruptly hung up, but not a moment went by before she picked the tin can back up and hoped he was still on it. “Uh…I’m glad you’re back, Mot! Good night!” She hung up for real this time, placing the tin can on a small table by the door and rubbed her hands as she stared at it fondly. Yes, today was a good day.
Maybe she’d go sit down and write her favorite sister a letter, telling her all about her time here so far! With this thought in mind, the reaper grinned as she strolled to her desk to get started.
He should have known better.
Mot howled with laughter at her prank, simply because it was the oldest one in the book. He cupped his mouth in his hand while the tin can remained in the other by his side. Oh Hel, you silly ghoul.
He simmered down as he heard her again, staring down at the tin can as it projected Hel's voice. The message made him smile. That was rather sweet of her. Mot placed the can down on his night table, shaking his head soon after.
Well then. Time to unpack.
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