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 Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 9:12 pm
He was positioned on the first floor of the building, after finally finding and settling into his room he got into a habit of making the place a bit more like home. First up was thick black drapes over the window, dark and patched the cloth had seen far better days when he first used it. Still it blacked out the window and made the place feel more like home in the dark swamps.
Next candles, everywhere. His desk was solid and sturdy and quickly surrounded by books and scrolls. What he hadn't brought he sent Sharpie to obtain the cat would routinely wander in through a cracked door bringing in tome after tome at the reapers request as he went about placing bottles jars and other random bits around the room.
"Marks of Ascension, Study of the Soul, Burning Eternal all off the list," chirped Sharpie from atop the three most recent books he had dragged back. "Lots of reading huh?"
The reaper shrugged opening a few bottles sniffing at the clear gasses inside before placing one and snapping his fingers lighting the gas inside to burn like a scent in the room. "Might as well take advantage of what they offer here. Why not?" He frowned though, the room felt just a bit cold and dry to him...
"Sharpie, do we have a heater in here?" He rummaged around the room poking the walls and shifting bits of furniture about and moving into the side rooms as well.
"Only a small one, gets as warm as eighty, and has no control over humidity... you aren't about to try and heat a natural gas or something to make this place feel like th-"
He never got a chance to finish his thought, False was already poking a bottle popping the top and muttering something just before the room shook and False was kicked out the window in a blast of heat sending the boil bouncing across the ground in a mess of red hair and flailing white robes.
"You know gases in small places is a bad idea...." muttered the cat as he sat in the window watching the boil pick himself up.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 10:15 pm
Savior went through clothes like most people went through common place items such as tissue paper or food. It hadn't taken her long to start shredding away at the outfit that had been granted to her during that weird battle she no longer really remembered (anyway), and what little fragments of it that remained clung to her hips and shoulders like a bad passenger. She would have peeled them off if they actually bothered her enough to merit doing so but the monster instead ignore the sensation, wandering about the grounds of Amityville like she had nothing better to do.
For a while she thought she'd smelled her scent on something near the Reaper Dorms, a puzzling discovery considering Savior couldn't recall ever being over in this place. Her adventures and friendship with Lark was sadly hazy enough that it was nearly gone but her scent remained. That alone merited Savior's wandering over and she paused, looking up at the massive house. Dorms were an amazing thing to the Marrowstripe, as were most buildings. She forgot that she probably had a room somewhere in the monster dorms (she was pretty content to sleep wherever she fell down), so adventures into other dorms were indeed ~ adventurous ~.
Of course this adventure was halted the moment someone was flung out of a window and onto the ground in front of her. Savior tilted her head with a chirp, her eyes wide and expression curious. She padded over quickly and paused at the foot of the mess, grinning behind her mask as this stranger struggled to stand up. He didn't smell undead - good! And....he had red.
Savior looooved. LOVED. red. "Ehehehehehe." Savior's laughter was hollow and cruel, even if it was meant to be light and merry. Her kind did not have vocal chords and so she depended on her bones to make the sounds for her, resulting in noise that resembled a b*****d child of EVP and feedback. "Youse."
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 7:37 am
His ears rang and his vision swam as he slowly untangled his limbs and robes the white garment had a new burn smack in the middle and stains from dirt and grass all along the back. Stumbling about now as he waited for his hearing to snap back in along with a sense of balance he ran his fingers through his hair working out the large of the tangles from being thrown.
"Dammit... cat... earlier warning..." He mumbled, somewhere he could hear something laughing it was growing louder, the ringing, and yup, the pop as everything snapped back and he turned to find Savior laughing at his poorly timed flight.
"Me?" He mumbled before freezing on the spot.
She was stark naked.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 8:48 pm
"Youse." There wasn't anyone else around that Savior could have been addressing and so her brows bent themselves with open confusion. Did this strange person who flew think she meant someone else? How strange was that, and she tilted her head to the side with a faint whistle echoing from her neck. The Marrowstripe stepped closer, unaware that her nudity would likely cause problems. She still hadn't fully learned the difference between male and female despite many people trying to teach her, so Savior's grasp of modesty was about as existent as her clothing.
That is, none there.
"Youse hurts." There was an attempt at concern in her voice as she looked this newcomer over, her hand reaching out towards the male. Was she wanting to touch his hair? Probably. Savior did love red. "Youse okays."
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 9:30 pm
In his defense he did just blow himself out a window so he was slightly confused and disoriented at the moment. Eventually the realization that she was indeed referring to him with Youse he started to focus more properly. The ringing was gone, balance was coming back, and everything was right in the world again.
Except a ghoul was naked and standing in front of him inquiring his well being, and reaching for him. He stumbled backwards a step holding up a hand, "F-fine I'm fine right now. Just a little ahhh shaken up is all ummm you are.... why are you naked?" He finally blurted out.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 1:53 pm
Savior didn't know what naked meant and so she aped the word, mocking it the best she could with her voice. Perhaps she felt that repeating things would make her understand but it was very unlikely for it to actually happen. "Necd." The concept of nudity was not something she grasped and she stepped towards this newcomer again, wanting to touch the pretty Red that was his hair. This was not West, he did not smell like her at all, but he still had the lovely red. "Wut necd."
Why wasn't he letting her touch his hair? That wasn't very nice of him, and Savior let out a low whistle of unhappiness. He was either going to let her touch his hair willingly or Savior was going to pounce him and touch it of her own accord.
She hoped for the second option, really.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 9:28 pm
"Naked." He corrected slowly. "Nay-ked." He said it slower the second time as they had their discussion. It was rather odd to be honest. He wasn't exactly in the business of dealing with naked ghouls really. Well they where fine and all, but not in the middle of the field behind his dorm building after he was just shot out the window like a small cannon cat.
In his moment of lingering thoughts of cannon cats, experiments gone wrong, Savior moved closer causing him to freeze up as she reached for his hair. "Naked is a lack of clothing and is usually considered indecent, rude, and inaprop-"
"Are you touching my hair?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 1:44 am
Savior looked at him as she ran her fingers through his hair, her green eyes wide with delight and a purring sound almost escaping from her lips. Oh, how she loved the color red even if she didn't quite understand the reasoning behind it. Was it because she adored West to a point she didn't understand, or was it because she loved blood?
Either option was entirely acceptable.
She purr-whistled again as she listened to his words, and slowly her head tilted to the side as she figured she needed to speak again. Everyone liked to use words entirely too much in this place, it was annoying! "Necd." The meaning mattered not to her, nor did this person's weird reasons and actions. She was touching his hair, that mattered, and Savior pulled herself closer to him to the point she could almost smell the singed fabric and his natural smell.
Delightful. "Youse."
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 8:03 pm
Yup she was stroking his hair and her naked body was practically pressed against him. Awkward could not describe this at all. She almost sounded like a cat the way she purred at him cooing and tugging at his hair. What ever the reasoning he didn't know. His own green eyes shifting side to side looking for an escape but she was just too damn close!
He smelled indeed of burn fabric, singed hair, and earth. Dirt and dust, fresh ink with a hint of old scrolls. It was rather odd to be honest. She seemed nice, but it was still a very strange invasion of space. "M-me?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 10:48 am
"Savior." Now was the time to give her name, seeing as she was in his space and practically on him, and Savior pulled herself back just enough to make sure this new person understood. She placed a hand against her chest, fingers splayed. "Savior." Repeat for emphasis, good! "Marrowstripe." Monster race? Even better! Now that she had properly introduced herself it was time for her to get what she wanted because Jack no one was going to stop her. This person wasn't in the least bit aggressive towards her and even then, if he had been, Savior wouldn't have cared.
She would have injured him if it was just to get what she wanted and there was no shame in her admitting that.
With her introduction down Savior took a few quick steps and sprung herself onto this person's back, her hands wrapping around his chest as she scaled him to the point where she could sit on his shoulders. Thankfully she weighed next to nothing, but the sand she was shedding was getting everywhere.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 5:15 pm
"Savior, that's a nice name." He blinked as she said the name again tapping her hand on her chest. Emphasis he figured? She seemed to be a bit simple. Sweet, odd, but simple; Marrowstripe too. He couldn't say he knew anything about that but he nodded along politely.
"Well it was a plea-ACKHA!" Suddenly she was scrambling towards him faster then he could react and twisting around him tangling his hair and ruffling his robes and jacket, sand everywhere. "D-down get down off off augh too much sand what the hell are you doing!?" He stumbled backwards for a moment and paused, she was rather light actually for her size, but all that sand in his hair was going to suck so much.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 5:42 pm
"Wut ar. Marrowstripe, Savior." At the very least she could understand what he was saying enough to respond, which meant she understood enough to know he wanted her to get off. The fact of the matter was she didn't care to get off him and therefore was more than content to stay on, her fingers in his hair and her chest rumbling with a content, hollow sound. It was as though all of her bones were vibrating with pleasure over the simple action of staying on False's head.
His scent was pleasant to her nose, the smell of soot and something else. All the students here smelled like weird things though none ever smelled like a fellow Marrowstripe. They were very, very lucky for this because that would have been a downright death wish to them just for being that way. Also it came to mind SAvior had ignored the whole 'doing' but and just responded to 'what the hell are you'. It worked in theory. "Mmmm. Youse."
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