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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 10:29 pm
It had been a few days since their return home, and the whispers had more or less ceased - and with it, the headache, general increased irritability, and general increased conscience. He liked having a lack of conscience, thank you very much; it was pretty much an asset when you're a Moira Reaper, and 99.99% of the things you see in visions and dreams led to certain doom.
Today, he found himself in the common room of the Reaper Dorm, just relaxing on an armchair that he had dragged to sit in front of the fireplace, where Biskoto was currently coiled up in front of. He was so relaxed that he was on the verge of nodding off, chin in hand, arm propped up on the arm of the armchair as he stared at the fire.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 10:38 pm
Mot's mind was constantly preoccupied lately. So much so, the normally happy go lucky reaper was zoning out, sighing and accidentally walking into walls. After nearly falling up the steps returning back to the dorms, Mot decided maybe he should just sit around the commons room for a while. For self preservation.
The tall grim reaper walked in to find the room occupied with someone he'd never met. While he wasn't much in the mood for meeting people lately, there was no reason not to be civil.
Mot couldn't help but notice that the dreadlocked boil was falling asleep in his chair, noting his familiar was doing the same thing.
"Howdy." Mot greeted a little softer than he meant to. "You look ready for bed."
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 11:01 pm
"Howdy?" His eyes fluttered opened, and he stared at the unfamiliar face beside him, noticing his outfit and returning the boil's greeting with a grin and a light chuckle, "There really are all sorts of people in this school, huh? Let's just say that recent events had proven to be rather tiring, that is all. Care to join me? Just pull up a chair... It's really quite comfortable here."
Biskoto, meanwhile, had already fallen asleep, which might explain why she was being so quiet; the fire was warm and welcoming, after all...
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 12:05 am
Mot tilted his head curiously at the comment about the school's diversity, not thinking for a moment his choice of attire was what started it. Recent events rang alarm bells, assuming this reaper had been on the trip. Mt managed a wry smile in regards to that.
"I'll join you." Mot agreed. The fire seemed inviting, and he could use a quiet setting. The grim dragged a comfortable chair beside the dreadlocked reaper and sat down, leaning back leisurely.
"I'm Mot, by the way." Mot introduced himself, reaching over a hand to shake. "Who might you two be?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 12:57 am
"Thanatos, and my familiar there is Biskoto-"
"Nice to meet yousssss..."
"-Who had decided to greet you in her sleep," He laughed, taking Mot's hand in his free hand and giving it a firm shake, head still propped up on the arm of the armchair, "Comfy, isn't it? I've only been here three times, and each time I've ran into someone new... Hel, False and now you."
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 9:23 am
Mot smirked and shook the other reaper's hand, leaning back in the chair again. Diagonally. You know, so he could talk proper like to Thanatos. "You met Hel, huh?" Mot commented with a small smile. False he had never heard of. Must be another Reaper, he figured. "She's my ghoulfriend." Ever the proud bou, Mot couldn't help but stake his claim on the ghoul.
"I don't usually come down here too much." Maybe he should. Apparently it was a hot spot for social activity. Normally Mot would be all over that. Perhaps he'd make a habit of it when he was feeling better.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 9:23 pm
"Is she? It's a small world," He replied with a chuckle, leaning away from the arm of the armchair to lean against the back, his body tilted slightly towards Mot's direction, "I've only really met and spoken to her once, but I could already tell that she's not a ghoul who's easy to deal with." She seemed to be the stubborn-to-death type.
"Oh? It's a nice and quiet place to simply relax," He turned to look briefly at the crackling fire, "Perhaps read a book, if you're into that sort of thing... A change of topic though; may I ask why you're dressed up as a cowboil?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 9:30 pm
"You've got that right." Mot commented with a small laugh. Hel was a spitfire, and definitely never easy to deal with. They probably fought more than a couple should, but he liked being with her nonetheless.
Mot blinked at Thanatos's question, then his expression seemed to flatten. Mot wasn't dressing up! The nerve. "Uh.. I have always dressed this way.." Mot said dryly, seeming a little irked. He liked his style of clothing.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 10:12 pm
"... So, you're saying that you are a cowboil? Or do you just always dress up as one?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, the edge of his lips twitching upwards in a small grin.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 10:15 pm
Mot frowned deeply, and turned away from Thanatos, sinking in his chair. ".....I just like them is all." He muttered with a pout. That made him seem like a little kid. Why couldn't Mot just lie? The grim reaper crossed his arms, pretending the crackling fire was making his face hot, and not the embarrassment.
Clearly Mot had been born into the wrong family.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 10:29 pm
Thanatos was not even hiding it now; the moment Mot started to sink in his chair, he started chuckling, but the chuckling soon turned into laughter when Mot actually pouted. It was hard to imagine Mot and Hel as a couple, but then again, what was that phrase... Ah yes, opposites attract?
"There, there," The laughing subsided, and soon he was just wiping the tears from his eyes with a finger, a grin plastered on his face, "I'm not going to judge for you your dressing, I was just curious, that's all." But it sure was fun teasing the boil.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 10:53 pm
Mot almost started to believe that maybe this guy was just a big bully. He started to redeem himself though, and Mot just sighed. That had all been a little bit humiliating, being laughed at by a stranger.
Yeah sure, curiosity. Feh!
"You always get people riled up like this when you meet them?" Mot asked a little dejectedly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 11:21 pm
"Maybe I do, maybe I do not. Who knows?" His grin seemed to widen a little, but that could just be a trick of the light from the fire burning in the fireplace, "So, Mot, what sort of a reaper are you?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 11:35 pm
That grin made Mot want to kick things, but Thana's next question calmed him. Perhaps this was salvageable. Besides.. Mot didn't want t get up. Like Thana had said, this spot was very, very comfortable.
"A Grim." Mot replied, scratching his cheek. "I know. Common, right?" He laughed at himself dryly. "How about you?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:51 am
Mot is probably not that grin's first victim, if it makes him feel any better about himself.
"That may be true, but there are also many souls to be reaped... Humans have much shorter lifespans than us, after all, and I was told that most of them are so very fragile... It's no wonder than Grims have to be common," He thought back to the hunters; those humans must not be very human at all, because they were certainly not 'fragile', in any sense of the word, "I am a Moira Reaper, house of Clotho... I'm probably better known as a 'Fate', I suppose."
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