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 Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 9:11 pm
From the inside gym where they'd had their battle session, Levi made her way into monster dorm holding one heck of a sac of potatoes. It's name was West. It was to be a battle of her finding out his potential for later training purposes and it had ended with her knocking him out cold. He wasn't waking up even as she carried him in her arms and tail, wound around his waist and helping to hold him up at his back. The wrath demon had also given her quite the bashing, so it came as a blessing that she'd always kept her dorm room open.
Letting herself in with the nudging of her shoulder, she then closed the door behind her with a foot before letting out another sigh at her current predicament. It took her a moment to consider her options with this unconscious opponent of hers still heavily resting on her. Well, to follow suit with what she'd done at Mitsu's, the tatzel carefully stepped up the two short steps to her elevated bed space and laid the boil down on her dark brown long furred bedspread. She had a slight concern for her pillows and his horns, but there was no getting away from it, really. Those didn't come off... right? Just to be certain, she slowly pulled her tail out from under him and moved to tug on one horn with pinched fingers.
Nope. They were definitely not going to budge.
She sat at the side of the bed, completely detached from him now. West was now laying on the tatzel's bed and her tail swayed idly at the floor wondering what she should do next. That was when a chirp was heard from under one of the small fur-coated pillows. The Candy Corn Treat popped out and wiggled its nose at something it seemed to be investigating by scent. Once Sweets looked up to see what had disturbed its nap, it chirped again, fluttering to curl between the two horns of the boil. Only this time, Sweets chose not to perch directly on the wrath demon; it rested on the pillow. He was well heated, but this surprise guest had poked it before with what it considered some force. It would not replay those actions again, but didn't want to miss out on some warm brightly-colored napping either.
Levi raised a brow at the treat but then chuckled. Wow, did Sweets ever have a way of choosing who to cuddle; even considering herself. She placed a hand over West's forehead just to get an idea of his condition then. He didn't seem particularly hot and judging from his not dissipating, he was indeed alive like Shun was. Good. Mitsu had done what at this point....
...bandages? a rude awakening from a crazed Ziggy?
She could claw at his face, but even she wasn't in the best of conditions. It seemed wise to go for the bandages and things to mend them both back up. Popping up from her seat she bounded over to the bathroom and pulled out a tin case, quickly making her way back to the bed with it. She sat while opening it to reveal a med kit. Placing it by her feet, she looked at the immobile demon before casually flicking the sides of his button up top away from the tank he wore underneath. She wriggled that shirt up and examined the markings that indicated where she'd clawed at him.
They didn't look too bad, he'd heal up just fine; surely West had experienced worse injuries. She knew her bandages and injuries as well after years of roughhousing with various kin back home so- she bent to retrieve a certain kind of bandage from the tin box that was very thin but had a light adhesive to it. She peeled back the papery bit that concealed the adhesive side of the strip and laid it over one of the deeper lines, smoothing it over with her finger tips. She did this to 6 out of ten of the markings, deciding the others weren't looking menacing enough to merit bandages. Humming a random tune while she worked, she pressed fingers over the bandages again to check that the adhesive was indeed saying put. He was breathing, so they were surely loose enough to withstand his moving about when he did come to.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 9:09 pm
Eleven years ago, on his seventh birthday, Uncle Telefsen got him the best gift ever: a fractured jaw and three weeks without solid food. From the moment the older demon's meaty fist had cracked into West's young and impressionable face until he had woken up in his bed four hours later, there had been nothing. No dreams, no hallucinations, just a vast, empty blackness.
Six years later, when he'd overshot his aerial assault on Corsicus Foster -- the most irritating Reaper within an eight block radius -- and slammed headfirst into a low stone wall, the result had been the same. Silence. Darkness. He'd been allowed to eat after that incident, but expressly forbidden to fall asleep without someone else in the room to watch him.
After the Marrowstripe shredded his back and laid his arm open to the bone? More of the same. Nothing.
That was why even though it had really hurt when Red had killed him, West hadn't thought to be concerned. Everyone died on Amityville class trips, right? There would be the all too familiar blackness, then he would wake up in a tent somewhere with a pill in his hand. Depending on who was there to witness his demise, there might have been embarrassment as well, but true fight-related humiliation wasn't really an emotion that plagued the demon. When someone made fun of him, well, "defending his honor" was just another excuse to start a brawl. It wasn't that he wanted to die, but it hadn't seemed like that big of a deal at the time.
He'd had no way of knowing about that place. It had seemed normal enough when he'd opened his eyes, but it proved to be anything but normal. No one had been able to hear him or see him, which he supposed he couldn't have anticipated would suck so hard, but it had. On top of that there had been those blobs, eerily silent things that never stopped moving. Even when he wasn't looking at the colorless shapes, he could feel them. Staring. It wasn't right for a creature of Halloween to be scared, but West knew that he was, even if he would never admit it. He was afraid of that void.
The first thing that registered as his mind crawled out of the darkness was the smell of candy. Candy corn, to be exact. The fact that it was so strong seemed odd, but it wasn't terribly unpleasant, even if he now associated the scent with her. They'd been fighting. He'd lost. Right. That would explain it. He would probably have to burn these clothes to rid himself of it. Whatever. He was sure that horrible place didn't have cushy beds and not being there was all that mattered at the moment.
A few seconds after he processed all of that, West noticed that something was prodding him. Master, probably. Or maybe that was Master by his head. He slowly shifted onto his side, turning his face into the pillow beneath him, his horns dragging a jagged hole through it on the way past. The bandages spanning his chest bunched together and pain danced just under his skin. Smells and sensations meant he was fully conscious again, but there was no need to get up just yet, right? He had been fighting and he deserved a rest. He had fought and lost. He thought he heard humming. Prod. Prodprod.
Wait. Someone was prodding his chest? Bandages...
West's eyes snapped open. His shirt. Was. His shirt was pulled up under his armpits. Someone was touching him. Levi. The tatzel was touching his chest.
The speed with which he sat up and scrambled away from the ghoul might have made an uninformed bystander wonder why he had asked her to train him to be faster. West stopped before he fell off of the bed entirely, the room spinning a bit more than he might have liked. He closed his eyes and swallowed. When he opened them again, he was looking down at his new scratches. He tugged his undershirt back into place, then got to work buttoning the shirt on top of it all the way up under his chin before turning a glare at Levi. He really wanted to just get up and leave, but he knew he would fall on his face. A few minutes. He would stay until he could stand and then he would leave and never come back.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 8:36 am
The treat chirped again, decidedly fluttering off the now ripped pillow. It could have died was the basic thought of Sweets. As comfy as a perch he was, the colorfully-warm-one was a risky gamble of a place to rest on. First the prodding that time and now nearly getting ripped up by hard ears like those of Popcorn. The treat relocated to the shelving of her window, curling and watching with somewhat of a pout. For now. Sweets had grown accustomed to avoiding being squashed by the tatzel's wild sleeping habits; it would perch when perching was less costly.
As for Levi, it startled her slightly when the boil launched himself back up. His horns had made one of her pillows look like a stabbed critter or something the way they'd ripped into it, but that wasn't what caused him to jolt, the white haired ghoul thought. Ripping into pillows seemed like a common occurrence given what the state of his pillows had been when she'd seen them in his dorm.
Was it her prodding? hmm most likely... but what a way to recover from, what she though was, a coma; it was a positive note to make. After all, Levi was looking to observe his reaction time to things as part of his training. She grinned and snorted a laugh at how comical it was though. The jump seemed like something she'd expect from Demi maybe, but not West. Well, good ta see ya ain't dead, West. Geeze. Ya got some speed in ya when yer not thinkin'- CAREFUL! Levi moved an arm his way as if she'd grab him before he could fall off the bed, but he'd regained stability all on his own. Good. The tatzel eased both hands back on the bed then and watched the boil flicker away at his buttons with a sigh. 'least yer awake now. Just take it easy, eh? I ain't gonna do 'nothin' to ya. Of course, Levi meant that she wouldn't attack him or anything in his current position. She'd just finished bandaging the boil. She wasn't about to go wrecking her own work for trickery. Now was not the time for that sort of thing.
Who knows what 'might'a happened to ya. Only ever put- Something told her not to mention the fact that she'd rendered Shun unconscious before as well. This information wasn't going to keep the wrath demon at ease, right? As much as a wrath demon could be at ease; especially given the current expression he was giving her. Just stay put fer now, alright?
Her tail stayed low and simply swished along the floor as a sign that she herself was at ease. I took ta fixin' ya up 'a bit 's'all. She shrugged at this, feeling a need to explain what had been done to his now covered injuries. Ya got six bandages on 'there n' they should be stickin' good. I use 'em fer when I git inta roughins' n' they shouldn't come off easy. Nothin' major, anywho. Just some scratches ya' got. She paused, just staring at him.
...eh... ya'll know where 'we are, right? Did she still need to do the how-many-fingers thing? His dexterity seemed to be okay given he'd been able to button up his shirt so quickly. She needed to give herself a good looking over as well. The ghoul had just come out of the scuffle too. Her body ached and she fought the urge to just lay down and sleep right then. Carrying around the wrath demon after such a fight had been exhausting and her sudden rush was now deflated.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 8:07 pm
West turned in response to the chirp, looking questioningly at the treat before noticing that one of Levi's pillows now bore deep battle wounds it probably didn't deserve. His brain seemed to be working overtime to make up for the time he had spent knocked out and he swiftly came to the conclusion that the creature had been the warm presence he had felt near his head. Hmph. Good riddance.
Levi's posture and overall calm demeanor did help to put him at ease, although he couldn't have said why even if he had been pondering such things. No, despite his slowing heartbeat and lack of twitchiness he was still on her bed and she had been touching him in... well... nobody touched him. Nobody except Yaya. And maybe Savior. And Holly at the dance. And Belladonna that time. Barth too. Nobody.
Once he had figured out what was going on, was once again fully clothed, and was no longer in any danger of tumbling to the floor, West tried to actually comprehend what the ghoul was telling him instead of jumping to conclusions. She truly didn't seem to find anything awkward about laying boils out on her bed and stripping them, so he made a valiant effort to think nothing of the situation as well. It didn't work.
"Yeah, uh, bandages," he muttered, his voice thick with sleep, or rather, unconsciousness. "I think I'm f-fine now?" he added, straightening his legs from where they had taken up residence in a folded bunch near his body. "We're in yer room, right?" He didn't want to thank her for patching him up, afraid that she might take to doing things like this all the time, so he racked his brain for a topic to discuss that was relevant but not squirm-inducingly uncomfortable.
He finally decided on a simple, "How're you?" She seemed all right, but he hoped he had left her with at least a couple of minor injuries. "Wait." West's eyebrows went crooked and he blurted, "Didja carry me 'ere?" before he could stop himself, his features a mask of disbelief.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 8:53 am
That's right, good. Nope, there was no need for the finger test thing after all. Okay.
Once establishing that they both knew where they were, Levi took to laying down partially with her forearms propping her up so that she was still able to look at West from an upright angle. He was backed up right against the wall at the head of her bed now so she was able to lay flat in the free space. What was the form that carried the wrath demon all the way here to the monster dorms now was nearly numbed from the apparent pain. A groan escaped when she shifted and the developing bruise over her ribs became a visual (and audible) sign that the ghoul was indeed roughed up pretty badly.
But like heck she'd tell him that.
Levi was training him, which meant the ghoul was willing to teach some of her methods in movement, but she was not about to reveal weakness. Given her experiences, she had the image in her mind of a taunting West flying around her just out of reach once he'd upgraded on evasion and agility. She shooed it away.
I'm fine. Fit as 'a fiddle. Liar Liar tail on fire.
The tatzel tried to keep herself from making any expressions that might give her pain away. He proceeded to ask about her carrying him; good, a subject change. Yea. How else was I'spposed ta git ya 'ere? Ya thinkin' ... I took this off- She picked at her skull pin, currently located along the top of her shorts. - n' jumped 'cross campus? Well, now that he'd mentioned it, that wouldn't have been a bad idea. At least the awkward handling would've been out of the way since they were near the same size in these forms.
Would ya rather I'd taken ya to see Nurse Cricket? It had been her first thought to take West to a place that wasn't the office of the nurse due to her past experience with Shun but- in this case, it was a school battle in the gym. She wouldn't have been in any trouble knocking West out for that, right? She considered if he still needed to be carried there. In her current state, it would be pretty unlikely.
Her stomach gave a growl just then. Apparently fighting and getting beaten to a pulp registered as feeding time. She sighed, stretched and rose again to a sitting up posture before bounding down to her mini kitchen. I'm gettin' somethin'. Ya' hungry? Got plenty a' bacon n' some leftover steak. Good ta git somethin' int a yer system. She recalled that the boil did eat given what he'd picked up at prom.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 12:21 pm
Well, s**t. West knew he had hit her more than once, he had even connected one of those awesome glowy punches and she still didn't...
Oh ho.
Oh hohohoho huhuhu ho ho!
He narrowed his eyes as she replied, watching for signs... yes, there. West leaned forward slightly, bracing his palm on the bed. Stiffness. And the barest hint of discomfort when she moved a certain way. He wondered if he looked like that when he tried to shrug off an injury. West sighed. Fine. If she wanted to play the badass tatzel, he would let her. For now. He didn't want to lose her as a trainer and she had knocked him out fair and square, but... heheh. She was hurting too. That knowledge made him feel kind of good again, despite his loss and his injuries. It was the same feeling he had experienced when he had found a real goal to work toward in this school, only on a smaller scale. Accomplishment. Pride. He'd have to tell Carry all about it.
To be honest, he hadn't thought a lot about the form she had used to get him here, just that she had, but now that she'd brought it up, maybe she had gone full natural form. The possibility made him feel slightly better about the whole thing. If she'd carted him across campus in tatzelwurm form, there would be less of a chance others might have seen him dangling uselessly from the ghoul's arms. They might have even thought he was being kidnapped by some feral beast... no. Probably not.
"Nah. No Cricket." He had gone out of his way to stay away from her office after having been attacked in the past, and this time was no different. Some part of him balked at his injuries being thought serious enough to be on record in the nurse's office. Nothing hurt that much.
At her mention of food, West shook his head. He was not supposed to be here in the first place and he really didn't relish sticking around to play tea party. Still, she had a point, and as his stomach burbled softly at his stubbornness, West muttered, "Yeah, I could'ave summin," at a volume some might have called inaudible. Using FEAR took a lot out of him, as it should, he thought, banking the sudden embarrassment sparked by admitting as much. It would be best to eat before he left. West lowered his legs and crossed them loosely, trying to look as comfortable as possible in this very uncomfortable situation.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 6:23 pm
What's that yer jabberin'? Head out of sight within the fridge, Levi didn't notice the shaking of his head but did hear his could-have mumble. It paid to have bigger ears at the top of ones head for such things, even over the light hum of the fridge as she popped the door shut with her hip.
Oh good, good. Gimme'a sec 'ere n' we'll 'ave us some grub. It kinda sounded like an approval to her, but even if it wasn't, she considered forcing it into him. Food in your gut when you were an eater meant for a smoother healing. He was going to heal, dammit.
In her filled arms were two OVERSIZED containers. One would wonder just how many of these she had in her fridge considering the size (was there even anything else in there?). Shouldn't be too long. Like it rare? medium rare?... She walked over to her fire pit and settled the containers on the floor while sitting on her knees as well. Out of one container she held in both hands a slab of steak wrapped in bacon deemed "medallion-sized" for her kin. In natural form.
With the flame already going, she got up on her knees and simply laid one slab on one end of a black-bared grill, just overtop the fire, as well as the one from the next container on the other end. Moving to the kitchen to rinse off her hands, she glanced at the demon for his answer on preference before heading over to her pillow corner to retrieve a few cushiony mounds. Plopping them down near the fire, she slouched back down on an oversized pillow. So tiring. Unlike West however, she was tired but also completely comfortable in this setting.
So long as he didn't mention her looking thoroughly weakened.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 7:14 am
The boil's "comfortable" position didn't last, and soon he was leaning forward again, watching Levi as she scuttled around her kitchen and fire pit. Yup, his room was definitely in need of an expansion. Granted, she could turn into a large creature and he could not, but that hardly meant he didn't deserve a kitchen too. He smirked faintly at the sight of the containers she liberated from her refridgerator. The food he'd anticipated she would retrieve in response to his agreement did not match the reality at all. Bacon and leftover steak? More like the cross-section of a human's leg surrounded by strips of a horribly bloated cuptuplet.
"Um, medium. Medium rare," he replied more clearly. West wondered if he should try to make his way closer to where she sat, then dismissed that thought. She would tell him to get up and move if she didn't want bacon on her bed.
Instead of commenting on her exhaustion or allowing himself to come up with a reason to complain about this whole state of affairs (a talent that came to him so easily it might as well have been a natural ability) the demon sat back and looked around. He hadn't had much inclination to examine her room when he'd been here trashing her things, plus it had been very dark, but now that there were no such obstacles, he was mildly intrigued. Perhaps the oddest feature, at least from West's point of view, was the sheer number of candy corn vines growing everywhere. It was a little crazy.
"So, the... corn?" he asked. "Uh, what's th'deal?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 3:49 am
The sound of the crackling fire made Levi's ears twitch every so often when the wood below popped. hmm? oh. M'family n' ...most'a ma town actually, we grow it. Different folks make different things outta it. She glanced over at the lattice filled with the tiny kernels of tri-colored candy. If there was any indication of her connection to these plants, it was clearly visible in her expression and tail. It could have been the mix of her being tired, hungry and pleased, but by bringing up her family's crop, Levi couldn't help but smile.
Fond memories and family pride.
I don't leave home without 'em. Home here meant both her town and her dorm. Indeed, Levi always carried a tiny pouch of candy corn with her at all times even while on campus. Back 'in town, you'd see rows n' rows a' vines likes this one growin' tall as far as tha' eye can see. Reckon they're pretty big... don't go harvestin' lookin' like this. Indeed, it was in full tatzelwurm form that she and her kin lived; they were farmers and herders who slithered and bounced rather than walk as most folk would. With woven baskets over a shoulder, the beasts picked kernel by kernel with their claws, plucking them off the vines and tossed them back into the basket. Perhaps it was in this activity that Levi began her own training in agility and speed; you'd have to keep a delicate touch to not burst the candy during harvest time. Takes some'skill ta git done by before tha'end 'a harvest time. Ya better be fast. Or yer wastin' good candy. They go harder than'a ... She tried to think of a good comparison. Looking into the fire again, she chose her analogy. ...harder than a bit a wood. When ya leave 'em too long. Overdone candy corn's good fer kindlin' but ain't tha best fer eatin'.
The steaks looked to be going well on the one side. She took a break in her reminiscing to just check up.
From her spot by the pit, Levi now wriggled to catch sight of the boil. Aye... ya up ta walkin'? She raised a brow, completely serious about this question. West hadn't gotten up yet so the tatzel did have a worry that perhaps she'd hit him one too many times in the head or something after all. If ya' can't do it on yer own, I'm comin' over there 'n helpin' ya. When the ghoul mentioned the word "help", she turned her head away from West as to not look him in the eye. Levi had a feeling that if she said this while looking at him, it might rouse that boilish ego of his and he would try to stomp out the door or something just to prove a point. Not while she was cooking, JackSallyn'Zero. She would have proof that he could walk then- but she'd chase him down and force feed him now that the meat was already being cooked.
To her, it was obvious that he'd have to come down to the pit to eat. He couldn't eat on her bed; the meat juices would soil her spread. He wouldn't, right? Right. He'd just been hit one too many times.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:47 pm
Yep. That was his cue. There was no way he was letting her help him cross the room when he was perfectly capable of joining her on his own. It seemed there would be no bacon on the bed after all. Despite his strong negative feelings toward the very suggestion that he needed assistance, West's outward reaction to it was no more ferocious than a fleeting frown, any fit of ego he might have had trumped by the desire not to be touched anymore, at least not by her. He had already displayed a level of weakness approaching embarrassing today, and there was no reason to continue playing weak when he wasn't anymore. At least he hoped he wasn't. West scooted over to the edge of the bed, dropping his feet to the floor and pushing himself upright. If he wobbled, it was barely noticeable. For a moment the demon wondered if he would fall, but he didn't dwell on that thought for long as he took a steady but deliberate step forward, then another, then a third. He hadn't noticed when his head had stopped feeling funky, but if that feeling had been an indicator that his balance was off, that fact was no longer true.
As he approached the pit, West reached out and poked his dirty fingers at a couple of the candies he passed. They were quite small even to him, and probably nearly insignificant when compared to Levi's paws in her natural form. The thought of a bunch of overgrown snake-cats picking candy made him chuckle audibly as he chose a pillow of his own, carried it over, and dropped onto it as if he owned the place. At least this one wasn't in danger of being shredded, unless his a** somehow grew horns.
"Int'restin'," he said after a long pause. West stared into the fire as he spoke, his voice a distracted monotone. His parents had never really had candy corn around the house much when he was a kid, but it seemed the kind they did get was the "good for kindling" sort. "Di'n't know there was a dif'rence. Squishy corn'r not." Way to devalue the existence of your current meat provider's kin, West.
He sighed. "So. Yeah. I'm fine now. Good t'go." He wanted to get out of here very badly now that he knew he could, but... that stupid food smelled really good. A little bit of stalling wouldn't hurt, he supposed. "Um. Y'think y'learned anythin' in our fight? 'Bout what... t'teach me?" The fact that he needed training at all still grated, but he hadn't failed to notice that his efforts to improve weren't a complete waste, so he asked. It certainly helped that they were alone.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 8:04 pm
He touched her candy; the second he did that, her eyes focused intently on his hand. It was just a sort of conditioning she had to keeping a concentrated eye on the crops. When West came along to the pit and sat as well, she had half a mind to say "atta boil" but decided against it. Instead, the ghoul opted to rest back on the palm of her hand, curving her form to face his direction for conversing.
No difference? No difference? Well- that was sure one way to strike up conversation with a candy corn farmer's daughter. Boil, tha difference is in tha quality. Ya gonna eat some steaks that dun been sittin' fer weeks n'stead 'a one fresh? C'mon now. Yer yankin' ma boots. It wasn't so much a question to the wrath demon so much as a just stating the obvious in her mind. Of course there's a difference!
Tha'fight... Levi looked up to the ceiling. Hmm... He wanted to know what she could teach him after assessing his capabilities. Picking up the spatula and poking at a steak for a moment to check the singe, she turned them both over swiftly. The sizzle of the bacon brought a small smile to her face. Demi would've liked the way these were going. Think we'd be good ta' start off with some balancin' stuff. Speed'll come'round so long as yer gettin' all yer footin' in ship-shape. She'd done a lot of balance practice in her day back home with the trees being plentiful and all. The difference between her balance and West's? Her tail helped to balance her out. Without it, like in the fire trial she'd done with the hound, Levi was more prone to wobbling.
Another thing she wasn't willing to share.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 7:47 am
The boil shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of himself tentatively. He wondered what "proper" candy corn tasted like, now that he was certain he'd never had any, but quickly moved on when Levi did, fight discussions of more concern to him than thoughts of candy.
Balance. Yeah, West could see himself benefiting from that. It wasn't as if he uncontrollably fell while sparring or anything, but he imagined that training himself to remain upright would not only help him with his landings, but might also contribute to keeping the damn tatzel from pinning him. Without a beefy natural form or any particularly powerful appendages save for his unreliable wings, he needed to concentrate on standing his ground in other ways.
Predictably, however, the demon was still mostly concerned with the food directly in front of him, and he managed nothing more than a, "Yeah, balance sounds good," before leaning forward and sniffing faintly at the sizzling meat. "Issat done?" he asked, a small measure of hopeful uncertainty in his voice.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 12:35 pm
kekeke~ Levi was no gourmet cook, but she sure did appreciate a good barbecue when it happened. Seemed like West did too. Even when she spoke to him, his eyes stayed fixated on the steaks crackling away with their crispy exteriors. Whaddaya'think? A sly smile widened on the ghoul. Takes time ta'git 'em just right, boil. What's yer hurry?
Yeah, they were basically done. She just wanted to round the bush a bit and play with his eagerness. Boils and their stomachs; if they were eaters, they'd want to fill them all the time.
She just waited a bit, wriggling her toes at the warmth of the fire before cackling and heading over to the kitchen with the dirty kitchen wear, trading them in for two fresh plates. Sitting back down on her knees, she took the spatula and got under the first steak, placing it onto a plate before following up with the next. They were still actively sizzling away. Levi didn't offer one to West yet; she appeared to be waiting for something, just staring at him with a smile.
Her tail swayed which showed she was eager too but- Levi just left the steaks there, continuing on with the conversation they'd been having. I think I'know a good way 'a doin' it too... used ta'do it maself just tha same way back home. Just one'a tha ways ta practice. Reckon I can find a place fer it.
That meaty smell somehow seemed stronger now. The slabs glistened with moisture.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 10:01 pm
"No 'urry," he said... hurriedly. "Jus' don't wanna... I mean, y'said..." He tore his gaze from the steaks and frowned at the ghoul, snapping his mouth shut when she got up, then began to remove the meat from the fire. He was right. They were done.
He forced himself to listen as she spoke. Ghouls liked it when you paid attention to them, right? West had no idea how one learned to balance. Was she going to make him stand on one foot suspended over a chasm somewhere? Walk a straight line until he could do so with his eyes closed? At least it seemed as though she had a plan. That was all he could ask for from a teacher he wasn't paying. That and his damned steak.
The meat got another quick look, then the ghoul, then the meat again. Then West was silent for about twelve seconds. Then...
"What're y'waitin' for?!" The boil leaned forward for the second time, dizziness and disorientation forgotten, and made a grab for one of the plates.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 10:21 am
It was definitely learned behavior from her Ma; when West's hand went for a plate, she smacked it with her own. Realizing what she did, the ghoul quickly explained the situation. If ya'don't let it rest, won't be as juicy. Meat's best when yer shreddin' it up with yer teeth, eh? Just comin' all apart... Wait- why did she need to explain herself to him again? He went for the food and she acted accordingly. It wasn't ready just yet.
Ya'll can just hold yer nickers 'before ya end up- before you end up on my floor again for not thinking before you act. There was a long pause.
Oh shoot, right. Guess we'll need knives 'n things. They could just go at the meat with their hands, just not while it was still hot. To avoid the burning of fingers, Levi turned her back to go to the kitchen again for the cutlery, foolishly leaving West with the steaks. What was that about thinking before acting? Smart.
The bacon still sizzled away atop both plates.
Like a taunt, a bit of the flakey crispy deliciousness toppled off one of the steaks with a whisper of a -clink-
Eat me. I'm delicious.
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