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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:43 am
She wasn't sure if she was at the right place or not, but after catching sight of an old looking, rather faded poster - Help! Errands! Refuge! Positivity! Effort! Support! - she couldn't resist finding out more; if the club still existed, it could prove to be a huge help in the upcoming "picnic"... Since there was only so much she could do, with the help of a group of friends. The more the merrier, right? They were already working overtime, but there's still so much to do...
Thus, after asking around for the leader of 'HERPES', she found herself at the reaper dorms, searching for one "Emily Device"... Who was a rather elusive creature. Most of the students she asked had never heard of her or seen her before, which made locating her room a headache; in fact, by the time she was standing at the door of this "Emily Device", Lizzy was starting to wonder if such a ghoul even existed.
Then again, the name "Emily" was familiar, like she had heard it before... A long, long time ago, during happier days.
"Uh, Emily...?" She hesitantly knocked the door, "Are you in?" She waited, and then knocked the door again, just in case the ghoul didn't hear her the first time.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 1:42 pm
The door creaked open and a rather disgruntled cat stared up at her, "She's in the closet. Its her natural habitat." Mr. Monty padded over to the door and pawed at it. "On my good days I like to think that this is just some kind of cocoon stage, from which she'll emerge, like a radiant butterfly, a slightly competent witch."
The familiar had long ago learned the value of low expectations.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 11:23 pm
"Hi-" She paused, and then looked down, "Uh, hi!" When the door opened, she was surprised to see not a person, but a cat, there instead - which she assumed was the ghoul's familiar. After taking a quick look around the room, she followed the cat in, stopping at the closet doors, not quite sure if she was supposed to... Open the closet and join the ghoul in her natural habit, or stay outside and convince her to come out.
She settled for the latter.
"Emily?" She gently knocked on the door of the closet, "Are you the president of HERPES?"
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 11:35 pm
There was a long silence and then the soft sound of movement from within. A quiet, hesitant voice finally answered, "A-a-a-and founder."
The cat just snickered.
"Mr. Monty is the m-mascot."
He scowled at the door and wondered how many hairballs he could cough up in strategic locations before the next time Emily exited her little lair.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 11:53 pm
"Ah! That's great! Uh, Emily, would HERPES mind helping me out with a little something? There's going to be a picnic... Well, a meaningful picnic next week, and I need help decorating the place. I would be very grateful if you could help out!" She had one ear against the door, trying to hear her better, "Could you come out of the closet please? I can't hear you very well..." Of course, it would also be nice to know what Emily looks like.
"Mr Monty?" She echoed, and then looked down at the not-very-happy-looking cat, "Oh! Are you Mr Monty? Thanks for opening the door, by the way!"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 12:13 am
Another long silence, broken only by the sound of Monty coughing something up in one of Emily's shoes and his less than gracious, "Well I just ******** love opening doors. Highlight of my jacking day." Sadly, that last part held a definite edge of truth.
Eventually, the closet door opened a small crack and a wide ruby eye stared hesitantly at Lizzy. "W-what kind of help?" A pause and then, "If...if it involves fire, I'm not allowed."
The familiar coughed.
"Or musical instruments."
Mr. Monty sighed.
"O-or drinks."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 12:21 am
That's one cat grumpier than Mac and Shun combined - and that's saying something. Also... Did he just spit something into- Nevermind.
"What about wind chimes? And trees? Or putting wind chimes on trees?" She asked, looking hopeful... And then curious; she could understand why fire would be bad, but the other two things seemed pretty harmless to her, "Although... Uh, if you don't mind me asking, why aren't musical instruments and drinks not allowed?"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 12:30 am
"Chimes..." the witch's voice trailed off, "...do chimes count as instruments?"
The familiar rolled his eyes, "There are so many ways this can go wrong..." he immediately brightened up, "I think you should do it!"
Lizzy's question left them both silent though, and the air suddenly felt a bit heavier. Emily's voice quavered a bit as she answered, "Um...that...that is...b-b-band. A-a-and I..." she witch sounded as if she was about to cry.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 12:38 am
"I... I don't think so...? They're more like... Decoration!" She nodded, looking a little too eager as she gave Mr Monty a thumbs-up; yes, please encourage it. It's not dangerous ta all, really, unless you got stuck in a tree or fell out of one. Not dangerous at all!
"Band? Ahpleasedon'tcry! You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to! Really!" She flailed internally before reaching into the unknown world of the closet, and patted the ghoul where she estimated the top of her head to be, "There, there..."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 3:37 am
The cat gave her a flat look and waved a paw at her, carry on peasant. Emily's voice became distinctly watery as she tried to continue, "We...we, tried very hard to be g-good. But everything just goes so...so....so wroo-ooo-ng, and everyone gets h-h-hurt."
The witch sniffled quietly in her closet for awhile, as Lizzy patted her head, until the ghoul managed some semblance of self control, "S-sorry. I...I try not to cry as much...but sometimes..."
It should probably be noted that no good deed goes unpunished. Prior to Lizzy's visit, Emily had fallen asleep while compulsively chewing piece after piece of gum in a sad attempt to calm her nerves. The result, unsurprisingly, had ended up in her hair.
If Lizzy wanted her hand back anytime soon, it wouldn't be without a struggle.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 8:03 am
She was starting to think that Mr Monty might get along very well with her boilfriend. Cute on the outside, not-so-cute on the inside.
"Things going wrong and Amityville seem to walk hand in hand at times," She smiled sheepishly before shaking her head, "No, it's fine! I actually think it's good to cry once in a while." Tear therapy. Even manly red dragons are trying it.
As she tried to remove her hand, however, Lizzy quickly realized that she couldn't get it off the ghoul's hair... Which prompted her to push the closet door open a little more, trying to take a closer look at whatever was causing the problem, "... So... Emily... Mind stepping out of the closet please?"
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 5:33 pm
"T-thank you for being s-s-so understanding..." Emily's voice wobbled with gratitude. Mr. Monty just sighed and rolled his eyes at them both. She gave a small pained sound when Lizzy tried to remove her hand, one that intensified at the request, "D-d-do I have to?"
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 10:07 pm
"Yes please. I like your hair very much and would like to avoid resorting to cutting it to get the gum off," She smiled sheepishly, "And we need ice..."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 10:20 pm
"O-o-o...oh," was all that Emily could manage, as she finally opened the closet door and stepped out, red-eyes teary and full of apprehension. The witch was a mess, from her clothes to her hair, she looked more like a petite vagrant than an actual student. Mr. Monty took one look at the giant green glop of gum on her head and promptly burst out laughing. "S-s-sorry!"
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 10:57 pm
Mr Monty would get along very well with her boilfriend.
"Uh, how long have you been in there?" She asked, taking hold of Emily hand with her free hand, so that she wouldn't be tugging her along via hair, "And do you have ice in your room? Lots of ice." For a huge glop of gum.
Also she was kind of happy at the realization that she finally found someone shorter than her.
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