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 Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:18 pm
It was official: Mortimer had to get better. At everything.
The more he sat there and tried to think about all that happened, the more he came to the conclusion that not only was he a sucky fighter, but a sucky defender as well. And the only way to fix this was through training. Getting to know the surroundings more. See if there were any more suspicious students that he hadn't seen or heard of . . .
The demon dorms were closest, but Mort was not sure attempting to enter the prestigious-looking building was a good idea, given his looks and smell. The next closest would be reapers, but he wasn't comfortable with enough of them (or rather, didn't know where the ones he did know lived). The next best option was, then, the ghost dorms, which he had yet to explore.
It certainly looked nice and scenic, a white marble mausoleum within the corner of a vast graveyard. Mort paused amongst some of the weeping willows, quite distracted by their low-reaching leaves and branches as he touched them. Today the skies seemed to reflect the trees' name, gray and perhaps signaling rain to come, but a zombie's attention is easily drawn away from such simple things when funny trees come into play.
Little did he know that once again one of his minipets had hitched a ride in his hood, the pink kushi-kushi Daisy. She sat curled in its depths, semi-asleep and yet still with more attentive hearing than her master.
The plan for Mortimer? Look busy, see if someone suspicious came across his line of sight.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 4:47 am
It was official. Sarias was amazing. At everything.
Or so she thought so as she strummed her smaller chains wistfully. She was now back at Amityville after a long break at the Coven. Some sort of toxic waste problem had leaked into the holy water an accident that...that she had created. On the plus side hundreds of living things had died, the worst, she had been caught. But at least she could be happy about it or as happy as Sarias can be. You see she was now in Year 2. It had happened a little slower than she wanted it too, having some complications along the way. But finally she could say she was on her way to a passport. One more year. One more stinking year in this heck hole. She couldn't wait to see this place burn to the ground around her along with its stupid rules, scummy teachers and the pathetic students. Oh how her dreams eluded her at every step.
Her first task was to re-evaluate her school life starting with her pets. Having left them once again to fend for themselves she was pleasantly expecting to find half dead carcases, rotting flesh and a trail of bones instead...well, she had taught them herself. They were fine albeit a little skinny and frothing at the mouth but nothing a little hunting would remedy on the outskirts of the forest. Clicking the chains between her sharp nails she whipped it in the direction of her Bake-Kitsune catching it on the hind as it snarled and growled in defiance, a dark bruise forming where it hit.
"Walkies darlings!" She sang as she curled the chain round their throats a little too tight for comfort. Not that the beasts noticed, they were more eager to be let of the make shift lead as she led them out of the ghost dorms laughing at how the other ghosts scampered out of her sight. News of her arriving back had spread quickly and unhappily through out the dorms. The way it should be.
Her feet clicked down the corridors until she left the mausoleum her eyes glinting in the weak grey sunlight. Uhh it was such a nice day, how unfortunate. Pulling the lead of the four dogs behind her she let them race in front, almost ripping the chains from her hands as she walked slowly. She was in no rush to allow them to quench their hunger. This way it would be much more fun to watch the defenceless Boafoxes running in terror.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:53 am
c***k . . . c***k . . . c***k . . .
Daisy's ears twitched with each clank of metal until eventually the kushi kushi just decided to give up on her nap. Her small pink head poked out from above the lip of Mortimer's hoodie just in time to see a rather murderous looking pack of minipets roving the weed-entrenched lawn. Despite being in a safe place at a rather safe height, Daisy nonetheless squeaked at the rather frightening sight.
This in turn alerted Mort who, upon turning, did not flinch at the small pack of ravenous, skeletal-looking pets; he was used to worse with Brian, his flesh-rotten and undead dragie. "Daisyyyy," he scolded, though without looking at her. no, the zombie's eyes were following the minipets' path backwards to their master, a . . . well now.
Mort thought Belladonna's boobs were impressive, but this ghoul's was quite the runner up. The floating gave away her ghostliness (as if the pale skin didn't), and those long flowing blue locks, and those plump black lips, the little bits of stitching at the corners of her mouth, that beautiful voice, the casual turns of her hips as she walked . . .
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaa -
- Focus! His slacking jaw was shut closed once more. This was not a ghoul he recognized, but . . . Did that automatically make her a possible Hunter in disguise? It was most apparent that these minipets had not been taken care of, nor was there any care that they hadn't. That was a tad suspicious in his books.
But . . . so gorgeous. Could Hunters make them look like that? Well, only one way to find out.
Mort actually went into the path of the half-starved minipets like the idiot he was, waving at the ghoul. "Hai hai! I-Is new?"
Daisy, meanwhile, wished that the zombie had recieved better brains.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:29 am
Sadly for Sarias she had missed the recent action with the hunters, their ability to sneak into the school as golems and infiltrate their lives. Dam if she knew this small detail she would take great pleasure in torturing every single one of the students she came across just to make sure....and for shits and giggles too. She had also heard about Reds recent passing and all she could say was...good. And to simple tell the truth she didn't care, she didn't care if every single one of these sorry excuses for Fear vessels perishes under their own stupidity. The day she mourned for their loss would be the day she crapped out sunshine and rainbows. It just wasn't going to happen.
The beasts were more than happy to snap at anything that got too close and the heads of dead flowers and weeds were consumed within seconds as she walked them through the grounds, not that there was much land to cover but each building had their own 'private' garden to do with what they wished. As a ghost she cared nothing for the pleasure of others and kept her own herb garden in her dorm room where she could abuse mother nature to her dead-hearts content. Just how she liked it.
If it wasn't for the growling of her pets she would have never seen the undead walk into her path, if anything she would have stumbled into him and that meant touching him. Touching an undead. Ew. But she wasn't, for the second, thinking and pulled the reins of her dogs back under restraint before they tore him a new eye hole. Her wisps grabbing the chains and floating far from her with the dogs in tow. If she was actually thinking she would have killed two birds with one stone, tortured this student and fed her animals. What a shame.
"What the! Corpse! What the afterlife do you think you are doing! Did you not see my hounds? Do you have a death wish because I am more than happy to oblige if that is your goal!"
Sarias was more shocked than anything. Could undead's not see the danger they were in when they approached her with her pack? Obviously not! This one was more stupid than most though and for that she felt a string of pity...and then heavy regret.
"What is it that you want boil? I do not have time to chat to the needy today!" Her hands came under her bust in gesture of impatience but instead it just stuffed up what she had already as she leaned into him, her eyes searching his for any sign of intelligent life.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 4:43 pm
She might have called him "corpse". She might have been brusque. She might have just set her hounds on him without bothering to stop because he was so stupid. But she didn't, and that was what mattered.
Those searching red eyes found something, but whether it was intelligent, well . . .
"Neeeeedy," Mort repeated, dream-like in his oafish grin. Was he needy? Yeah, probably. The ghoul's already heavy bust become more prominent as she crossed her hands. Mmm yes. Needy.
Daisy, frightened by the loud growling, popped out of her hood-carriage and crawled up atop the zombie's head, quivering. The lady looked rather annoyed, and her master was being stupid again, and what if that got her eaten. The kushi pulled at his hair, squeaking.
"Mrrrr." Ow. Mort blinked a few times. Oh right, he was supposed to be thinking. "U-Um . . . Was . . . W-Was just w-w-w-walkin'."
Ever eloquent.
"Saw, um, m-minies." Awkward jerk towards the starved creatures. "Th-Th-Thought n-needed help."
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 3:47 am
The undead was truly trying Sarias patience as she listened to his slow mumblings and incoherent words. Were all undeads as stupid as this? She had known a few and of course they seemed to be along the lines of vampires, students who actually still held a tongue. Undeads were just not worth the effort at all, they fell apart on you. That was just gross. She was about to shout a command to her dogs to play tug of war with the fools useless body when she caught a glimpse of the kushi. Her moment of thought vanished as she stared, it was so....so pink.
She had never seen such a thing!
And why would she! The very essence of Sarias sent shock waves though creatures hearts, the mere thought of her had them running. Animals, she had to give them, were fast learners when they realised what experiments she had in store! It was always her fault creatures were so feeble, there were just so many deaths. The only mini's that would come to her now were the half crazed ones, the ones that fed of misery and despair. They got on great! So to see such a cute fluffy thing so close was just....well shocking.
"Boil....what is that creature?" The acquisitive look was more than apparent as she leaned in to him, her body no longer obeying the grounds of decency as she floated up and came as close as she could to inspect the beastie. he had never seen something so cute!...it was revolting.
"I demand to know what it is! Is it edible? Can it's fur be used in potions? How fast can it run?? Undead answer me!" It never occurred to Sarias that maybe the boil couldn't answer straight away with a faceful of boob as she hovered closer, it was a surprised she hadn't resorted to climbing on him as she looked menacingly at the creature. Now he had Sarias interest, such a harmless creature being in the presence of an undead, she need to know more about him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 10:46 pm
Sarias ordered. Mortimer boobeyed. "I-Is kushi-kushi . . . N-Not know why i-is two kushi. S-Say hi, Daisy!" Far too chipper, he was. Probably because he believed the ghoul's questions to be of a curious nature, as opposed to a more ominous one.
Daisy, being more attentive than her master, knew that the tone of her voice was bad news enough. Her small size indicated she was not yet fully grown, which certainly didn't help when she wanted to try and look scary. Like she wished she could at the moment as she ducked further into Mort's hair. "Is edible, yes. U-Um, n-n-not sure if potions, n' can scurry k-kinda fast?" Suddenly Mort wished he knew everything about every minipet to please this ghoul's insatiable questions. "Is how avoid B-Brian n'way."
Daisy's ears flattened. She did not like being called edible!(( Also, glad your surgery went well, hun! I hope you're recovery is swift and uncomplicated. <3 ))
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 9:22 am
The banshee sniffed in disgust at the creatures pathetic attempt to hide within the confines of the corpse hair which looked...well it didn't look all too healthy to be honest (was that brain she just saw?!) and the sudden need to vomit over took her as she lowered herself back down. She would have to capture one to see exactly what it could do...or maybe just take that one? Yes, that felt like a far more easier solution to this plan.
"Brian? Who is this Brian? Your master? Pftt, stupid corpses, you are unable to think for yourselves and have to take on someone of power to tell you how to wipe your own arse. How pitiful." She sneered with all the contempt she could muster, her hounds still snapping and clawing at the ground to get at the walking body as she held them back. She didn't need this today, she wanted a simple hunting session to go without a hitch and now she had to entertain the simple mind of a boil such as this. No one could ever say she was selfish!
"Well...how much for the creature then! Five pumpkin seeds? Ten? You can't obviously believe its worth more! Make it twelve and i will return its carcass to you after am finished but that is my final offer!" Maybe the skin of this beast could make a paste for ghost wounds, its bones for runes....heck even a nice necklace would justify its life at this very moment!
"Well...boil...uhh..what did you say your Master name for you was? Not that it worth giving a title to something that is as useless as you."
Sarias had a way with words.
((Thank you!!! I hope it is too XD! )
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 11:23 pm
Wipe his own . . . what? o3o What was an "arse", and why would he wipe it? But his questions were of course paling in comparison to the pretty ghoul's, which was the only reason why he didn't ask them. "Brian's a-a dragie, zombie flavor," he explained, chuckling. "Bossy o-other minipets 'round like master, though." He really should get on fixing that, but it was like the ghost's malicious words had a sort of weird, masochistic charm - sure, she was calling him all sorts of bad names and demeaning his kin, but apparently the zomboil had the patience and lack of anger management issues to deal with it - much like, say, a ghoul would date a jerk of a boil because he was handsome and there was the sheer fact that they were dating.
Not that Mort was dating this ghoul or probably would, no no! He knew that. But window shopping was nice, even if the merchandise looked and sounded like they would rather eat mud than say "yes"~.
"Chiiiiiiii chi chi chi," the kushi-kushi whined, definitely not liking the tone of the ghoul's voice.
"Name's Mortimer, M-Mort is short. N', um . . . Daisy's n-not for sale, sorry." And he really did seem apologetic, like if he hadn't claimed ownership and named the thing already, he would have given her away without thinking twice (or once even). Oh Sally, how was he going to make up for this horrendous crime of denying the lady her wants? Mort scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully, looking all the more like the gangly, awkward nerd he was as he shifted his eyes to her ghostly chains. "B-B-But, could buy for you? Should have pet store n' m-maul, yis?"
There was, right? Right? Jack, his brain wasn't working well.
"Will buy s'many as w-want!" Mortimer declared to her feet. "N' c-could get food for other pets too, i-if want . . ." They did look kinda hungry.
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