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 Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 7:54 am
Some of the chaos from Neils box maze of a room was starting to filter out. He'd managed to unpack some of the boxes completely. Still, there remained a great deal to go through. Large towers of cardboard boxes through out his room were a testament to that. But none the less there were starting to be emptied and organized.
Bit by tedious bit.
Neil was long since over the dull cardboard brown scenery invading his personal space and felt it was time to finally dispose of the eye sores. At least, the empty eye sores. That was why he now was headed to the monster dorms dumpster with a leaning tower of boxes carefully balanced as he took step after premeditated step. The stairs had been the hardest part of the whole ordeal, but much to Neil's surprise, he flawlessly managed to get down with out any trouble.
Now he was out side and the stench from the dumpster was all too close for his sensitive canine nose.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 12:36 pm
She certainly wasn't there for the odour. Amarus was wandering around, again where she probably wasn't supposed to be. In fact, she had gone a step merely being somewhere she shouldn't be, and had found some discarded packing materials. She had begun to use those materials, as well as other bits of things which didn't appear too disgusting, to build a box fort at the edge of the dumpster. One would have to enter it, seemingly, to get at the trash.
While she was heading out of the fort, in order to admire her handiwork and probably leave before she succumbed to boredom again, she saw a boil heading to the dumpster with a pile of boxes. It wouldn't hurt to add a spire or two to the box castle, would it? It wasn't exactly a box castle, as she only had a limited supply of material in the first place. She wondered if the previous boxes had been his as well, or if there was more than one student unpacking at this dorm. She hadn't really had anything to unpack, being a ghost who had previously, apparently, resided in a painting.
Freedom was wonderful. But still boring, at times. Amarus, having forgotten to remain fully visible, walked towards the boil in her lowest transparency. Her flame-like aura still flickerd over her skin as she walked, and produced the lotus smoke: a clear, odourless "smoke" produced by her aura, which induced a calm or somewhat disoriented state. Completely avoidable, if someone were to realize what the source was, or what it might be.
"You need those?" she asked him, remembering when she spoke that it would be easier to interact if she was at least 90% tangible. So she tried to get as close to the ground as possible, though still hovering, and leaned in to tap on the boxes.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 8:14 pm
Face your demons Normally Im not this slow getting to replies x DD The gimblewolf paused hearing the question if he needed those. It was pretty obvious that the voice belonged to a ghoul, but he really couldn't see anything holding all these boxes. The boxes he carried did a good job of at first blocking his vision from the impressive box craft that had happened by the dumpster. Neil stopped, set the boxes down, and blinked up at the fort. The ghoul heading toward him was almost over looked. Almost. "I assume this must be your handy work. I also assume it was you who asked about the boxes," Neil didn't give the ghoul an answer yet. He was to busy staring a whole through this ghouls head, literally almost. He could kind of see right through her head. It was at least clear that this ghoul was a ghost of some sort. Neil wasn't one well versed in ghosts, but he could have cared less. Though, since this ghost was a ghoul, it did earn her at least some interest from the boil. Usually, Neil may have played a mind game before handing the boxes over but for some unusual reason he felt slightly more at ease. It wasn't a noticeable enough change for Neil to pick up on the ghouls ability coming in to play. "Sure here you can have these," Still there was no smile on the very still serious looking boils face. But his tone had a hint of kindness as did his eyes.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 8:21 pm
Since waking from her painting alongside the companion she had yet to see again, Amarus' post-life was a series of activities intended to alleviate her boredom. That was why, she imagined, she had been building a fort out of discarded materials, only to leave the fort where she had made it once she was done. Until this stranger appeared, carrying the bounty of boxes. Boxes which would be, hopefully, dry and not covered in miscellaneous stains. "That'd be me, yeah. I get... creative, when I'm bored," she said, stretching.
"Did you just move in?" Amarus asked, making sure she was resolidified into her most tangible state without actively straining her concentration. her feet were still somewhat translucent, but everything from her head to her upper thighs was much closer to 100%. For some reason, when she talked to others, it comforted her to be as tangible as possible. Perhaps it was that she hadn't particularly taken well to being dead, but as she had no one to ask, there wasn't a lot she could do in order to figure it out.
Amarus peered at the boil's tail and ears, and wondered if they were soft. She wondered this with a fairly detached expression, though she was curious internally. Amarus probably wouldn't have minded the mind game, and in fact, probably would have enjoyed it. Amarus' expression matched his, at first: her silver eyes were also unrelentingly locked on his face.
Until she accepted the boxes, and then her eyes softened a fraction, and the corner of her mouth tilted up to hint at a smile. "-- are you moving in, or out? Or do you collect empty boxes?"
Amarus reached over to get the boxes, then set opened them to create pillars outside the door of the fort. However, she looked like even that was beginning to bore her; she just wanted to do something. Maybe she should try her hand at sneaking into one of the other dorms, again-- Ah, or hang out at the gym in hopes of finding a sparring partner.
"I'm Amarus, by the way," she said, looking for wherever the boil might be, once she'd set the boxes up.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 8:04 pm
It was slightly surprising when the ghoul resolidify her self. Neil had to blink. Slowly the ghouls question registered.
"Uh.. Oh. Yeah. I just moved in." His ear twitched as if it had a mind of its own. Was she looking at his tail and ears? All of a sudden the gimblewolf felt a little self aware. On the out side he was cool and calm looking but on the inside he tensed just a bit. It helped to have the ghouls aroma around.
"Why would I be collecting empty boxes if I'm here to dump them. I should be asking you that question it looks like." He peered at the fort with an arched brow and then back at the ghoul. That arched brow did not unarch until the ghoul gave her name.
"Neil." There was a very faint smile he had perched on his lips.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 9:29 am
Amarus was not yet used to the effect her transparency could have on others. In order to maintain her upper body entirely tangible, she was allowing her feet and the end of her bound hair to lapse into transparency as she spoke with Neil. Her eyes flashed with amusement, and she hid a small smile behind her hand, pretending to cough, as his ear twitched. That was a curious quirk, and Amarus wondered if it did that often. She wasn't exactly well-versed in manners, so while her staring might be making him uncomfortable, it was just that she had a rather intense way of looking at others.
And at the moment, she was looking at Neil. Her perception of his tensing up wasn't exactly accute, but she took a step closer out of instinct, briefly, so that her aura was stronger. "Maybe you changed your mind, and realized that boxes are a many-purposed creature?" she offered, tilting her head, bells ringing again. She would likely be quite eerie, once she could wander around mostly invisible, her bells apparently still jingling.
After adding the boxes to her towers, she answered him. "No, what would I do with all these boxes? They're not exactly easy on the eyes. I just get bored, and it was either this or try to climb onto the roof, so..." Amarus shrugged, casting her eyes skyward briefly.
Still, the faint smile made Amarus feel like she was more able to smile as well, drawing out a facial expression again. Sometimes when Amarus was talking to others, her face just... remained blank. Apparently the conversation was holding her attention, and even more interesting than the boxes.
"Ever wanted to destroy a castle, Neil?" She asked, pointing over her shoulder briefly, then crossing her arms over her chest. she looked a bit like she was waiting to pass judgement. Really, it was just the way that she liked to stand, but she realized she was doing that again and relaxed, standing with one foot behind the other and rolling her weight onto the back of her heels and forward onto her toes.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 12:26 pm
"Multi...purpose?" He tilted his head to the side the way a canine would when they heard something they weren't quite familiar with. What was this ghoul getting at? He went on and listened to Amarus with perked up and attentive ears. She was just doing this because she was bored. "I dig that," He nodded. "I usually woul-" He was cut off. Amarus had read his mind. Destroy things? SERIOUSLY! There was a tail wag from the canine. Neil grabbed his tail to get it to stop wagging though. Wagging tail was just not cool. Still, it was quit obvious that Neil was pleased with the ghouls question. "Destroy a castle ~" He chimed a bit with out meaning to. Quickly he cleared his throat with a cough. "Er.. Um... Yeah I suppose thats cool I mean..?" He was really hoping she meant the two of them were about to destroy the tower of boxes. That seemed to be the direction this was going. His red eyes were eyeing the tower with great interest.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 9:35 am
Amarus opened her mouth to reply, when Neil tilted his head to the side. She mirrored his gesture, because she often tilted her head in a very similar way, and covered a smile with her hand. Maybe she was just in a good mood, but she felt like... she was enjoying herself? Which was a most excellent relief from being perpetually bored. "Yes, boxes can become... well, castles; they can hold things; you can cut holes in them and wear them as indestructible armor--" Amarus pretended to list the uses of boxes on her fingers, but she ran out of uses pretty fast. Probably because her interest in boxes actually did not extend past this day and this activity; it was more of a whim than anything else. "Well, okay, I guess they don't have that many uses, which makes this next use so very sweet and satisfying."
If the smile had felt strange, the short laughter she tried to stifle, her bells jingling conspicuously, felt particularly alien. His tail wagged?? Amarus found that Neil's apparent quirks were entertaining, and she felt mostly awake, for once. "Yes. Destroy, utterly ruin, wreck, demolish," Amarus' eyes glinted, and she put her hands on her hips.
"Neil..." she paused meaningfully, "I don't care what we do to the castle, but by the end..." she turned to look at the boxes, and gestured at the tower and what she had built before, too. It wasn't really that big, she did make it out of discarded boxes. Still, it was as tall as she was, at the least, not counting the tower. Lots to ruin. "By the end, these boxes should be in shreds."
She picked up a scrap of cardboard from the ground, ripped it in half, and then looked over her shoulder at Neil. "Would you do me the honours of going first?" she asked, a half-smile slipping onto her face.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 10:38 am
There was a grin from the gimblewolf. "Boxes are kind of useless." He agreed as he observed her try to count with her fingers. He was amused. But then the ghoul had one of the best ideas that Neil had heard all week. The idea was so good that Amarus even got a tail wag from the boil. Destroy? Boxes? How could he say no? "First? Sure. I mean." He scratched the back of his head and looked from the ghoul to the tower of boxes, "You sure thats fair? You sure you can keep up I mean?" Neil was unintentionally being a little sexist right now. He was only asking this because Amarus was a ghoul. To Neil, a ghoul was a soft creature that needed protecting. It was true. Neil didn't understand the complexity of ghouls one bit. The boil had a lot to learn. From saying the wrong thing to under estimating a ghouls ability. ((We can turn this in to a dice game if you like o u o?))
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Face your demons generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 9:08 am
Amarus smiled again as Neil's tail wagged. She was thoroughly pleased she had met someone as eager to trash something as she was. It wasn't anger, per se, though some might say it was some kind of catharsis; what this was to Amarus was just fun. Activity, action, affecting something tangible with her own hands. In this case, destroying a box castle she had just built.
Amarus made some kind of sound between an outright laugh and an amused Ffffft; the idea that she couldn't keep up with anyone seemed hilarious. Well, unless it was reading, because that was just so boring she couldn't really be bothered. "I don't really care, I'll beat you no matter who goes first," she said, her typically blank expression sparked by some kind of happiness, or amusement. Whatever it was, for once Amarus felt the desire for a friendly competition, instead of grounding an opponent into the dust. This time it really wasn't about winning per se, it was about the act of seeing who could win. It didn't occur to her that Neil could consider ghouls as less capable, because she only thought of herself in terms of fighting, not in terms of her gender-associated traits. She hardly knew any other ghouls anyway, so it wasn't like she would have thought of it.
And she hoped that she would be able to compete in this way many times. "But you're my guest, at this fine establishment," Amarus gestured to the dumpster, the boxes, and then finally with nothing else to include, the ground. "So, you know-- Okay, we'll compete to see who competes first?" she offered. She held out her hand, and then balled it into a fist.
"I saw this game, but I can't remember what it was called, so ... To, Pyo, Rin!" Instead of doing the actual gestures, she just held out one finger, two fingers, then three for the different symbols. She proceeded to explain that To beat Rin, Pyo beats To and Rin beats Pyo.
"Ready?" she asked, holding her hand out, before she would do the usual: To, Pyo, Rin, GO.
((YES OMG I want to turn this into a dice game so baaaad xD If it's okay, roll for initiative here, basically Rock Paper Scissors, in that order? xD To, Pyo, Rin. I didn't know the TiH equivalent, so I just sort of made Amarus use Amarus-terms. Sorry if it's confusing > A> But it's played the same way at least xD; And I thought for boxes... well, I guess if we have 50 boxes, can roll a D10 each to see how many boxes per post they destroy? Alternatively we can roll a bunch in one post if we don't want to drag it on. YOUR THOUGHTS?))
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Chobi_Chocobo generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:43 am
((YES THAT SOUNDS GREAT)) This fine establishmentThat got a snort from the gimblewolf. Amarus was quite amusing, that was for sure. Competing to see who went first sounded like a better idea. A game of to piyo rin was fair. He held out his hand as well silently.
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Face your demons rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:13 am
Amarus tried to be dignified, but she couldn't help but wink at Neil, a gesture which was previously alien to her; it just sort of... happened. Without thought. But she was so excited for the pending competition that it didn't seem to matter to her. It wasn't even like she was usually this animated. Typically, her emotional range went from bored to asleep, and her face never really changed expressions. The one other exception was in combat, where she was thoroughly talkative and excited. This was just like combat, though. It was like friend-combat.
"Looks like I'm already winning," she said, "but maybe you'll catch up if I start slow?"
She kept teasing him because she didn't want him to go easy on her, or to give her any grace; she wanted him to be merciless and challenging. A real opponent. So she nudged her fist into his shoulder lightly, and walked over to the boxes, with her hands folded into a Rin kuji-kiri, the symbol for power. She demolished it, but just that one box, the others falling harmlessly to the ground. She grinned at Neil, over her shoulder, waiting for him to join in. Maybe being dead wouldn't be so terrible, in Amityville.
Boxes Vanquished: 01 // 50, LOL.
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Chobi_Chocobo rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:17 am
The ghoul had an impressive technique. Neil actually gave her a smile of approval before he stepped up to the plate. Black claws gleamed and the gimblewolf jumped up high descending on seven unsuspecting boxes. He was like a skinny wolverine with out the metal claws, shredding through cardboard. Bits of boxes rained down as he attacked. Then paused to give the ghoul a grin. It was as if he was saying 'Beat that' with out actually saying anything. Even so, the boils tail was wagging. This was a lot of fun. Boxes: 07/50 ((Assuming they each get 50 x DD or is it collective. Let me know and I can fix <3))
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Face your demons rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:41 am
Amarus' eyes shone with approval as he shredded the boxes with his claws. She would both hate and love to be fighting him, with a skill level like that; she could only imagine how much that would hurt, but at the same time, how thrilling it would be. His jump was impressive, too. If she had that kind of lift from her jumping, she could certainly get into a lot more forbidden places. If only it could be learned... She almost sighed with disappointment, knowing it was likely attributable to his kind. Amarus lifted out a hand to catch some of the box scraps.
She grinned back at him, accepting the challenge. She'd better not flake out now, after he took out 7 boxes at once. Although she couldn't jump, not like that, and her power was all in the concentration of her kuji-kiri, she stood facing one of the walls, and with a kick nearly as high as she was tall, she took out a row, smashing them into the wall behind the box-castle with such ferocity that they flattened, and crumpled to the ground. Only one less than him, that wasn't too shabby.
She looked back at Neil, and pointed at him casually, as if to say, So what do you have next? She was still about a turn behind, though, because she had only knocked one box down. Perhaps her cockiness would cost her the competition. They would just have to compete again, over something else, later, so she could redeem her honour.
((Up to you? xD; It can either be a collective 50, and whoever gets the most out of the 50 before they're all gone wins, or we can take longer and whoever gets TO 50 wins xD; Shorter might be better? Idk if Amarus made a castle out of 100 boxes lmao, but it wouldn't surprise me = A=; I guess we can always roll and see how tired of rolling we are by the time we collectively hit 50 to see if we keep going))
Boxes Slain: 7 // 50
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Chobi_Chocobo rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:15 am
((xDD that sounds good so collective it is . Editting in reply after roll)) He was impressed. That was for sure. She'd taken out six boxes, seven total. This ghoul wasn't messing around at all. The look she gave him made him smile. He went ahead and tried to kick in some boxes, but the out come was not nearly as impressive as Amarus's. Neil didn't look foolish, but next to Amarus, his attempt was not impressive. He crossed his arms and stared at his four now flat boxes. Maybe he'd stick to claws. Collective Boxes - 18/50
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