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 Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 6:34 pm
The air always felt crisp and a little chilly in Halloweentown when Autman was ever present, when leaves grow in shades of red, orange, brown and black. The slimer was a little shade of green. He lay peacefully beneath a tree, covered by some foliage, having spent most of the night there looking up at the sky, but now the sun was breaking in the sky, though not as much. The sun rises in Halloweentown, but never too high, always running at the edge of the horizon, even in the morning, some of the stars were still visible. The slimer wasn’t alone though. He saw a few passing slimes, and other skittering creatures, though most of them left him alone, especially when he tried to eat a scareon that got too close. The others probably have felt the aura of maliciousness that sometimes emanated with his green glow, and it wasn’t long that a student was going to experience this, first thing in the morning. “Hey, your other side can use a little more sun!” He shouted at an incoming jogger.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 7:32 pm
Some things hadn’t changed since the trip to the Isles. Hel still jogged around the campus every morning. It helped to clear and focus her head before she really got started for the day, and the cool air seeping into her lungs was always a good feeling, no matter how weird it might be to describe. She listened to the leaves crunch under her boots as she ran, and she didn’t happen to notice the ghost boil lying beneath the tree up ahead until he shouted at her. The reaper’s head snapped up as he did, and she looked surprised for a moment before it quickly faded into a scowl. Some things had changed since the trip to the Isles. Hel’s tolerance fuse was one of them. “ Oh, hurr hurr.” She snapped back. “ Like I have not heard that one before. Why not come up with something more original, ya?” She shouted back, getting closer to the boil as she jogged along the path.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 8:59 pm
“Well, that’s new, I didn’t think cows can speak,” the slimer laughed, and found it so amusing that he slapped his knee. The slimer brushed the leaves on him and sat up to greet this early riser. He half expected to see the undead or other ghosts to be alive at this time, since most of them require little or no rest, but he welcome any face that wasn’t a minipet in the making. He bent his knees, and tucked his feet right in front of him, sitting cross legged, and leaned forward in anticipation. He flashed a wide toothy grin to welcome the reaper. Lucyal It took me awhile to think of some kind of insult, lol
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 9:17 pm
Hel probably would have let the boil go after that comment but with the new one…about her being a cow…well…he just lost his chance. What else had changed since Hel’s trip to the Isles? She felt a hell lot more ornery and aggressive, and with this boil looking to start something apparently, she all too readily jumped onto it. As she drew closer her jogging stride turned into determined strides, and she made her way over to the boil in ground eating movements. Not one to care about personal spaces or what he could do to her, Hel hovered over the boil, glaring down at him as she slammed a palm against the tree over his head. “ The only cow I see here is you. Lounging and grazing like one you are.” She hissed. Euphoric Ghost Haha, that's alright! Let's flex that bully muscle, YOU CAN DO IT > : D <3
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:49 pm
“Holy cow, you can fly!” The slimer cackled at his joke while staring up at the ghoul. “Two can play the game.” The boil had changed a lot as well since his trip to the Isle. He had spent a lot of his time among the War Clan, watching them fly, and always was eager to follow them. He’d been grounded most of his life, but he wanted to go above, with levitation coming natural to all ghosts, flight just became a next step. The ghost, still in his cross legged seating position twirled around as he slowly flew up to meet her. He wove around some of the leaves that has cascading from above, after the ghoul struck the tree. He dodged him with ease, and stopped not too far from the ghoul. “So, which is your good side?”
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:17 pm
The reaper scowled, easily getting worked up by this boil’s words and behaviors. " The one that will be truly flying soon is you!" She hissed. She seemed rather annoyed as he easily levitated around her, and she pushed herself away the tree to come at him again, this time raising a fist. She didn’t care if they were in the gym or not! She’d sock him right here if given the chance! “ My good side, eh?” She echoed. “ My good side is the side that will have a fist in your face soon!” That being said, Hel lunged at El Greco, a dark fist ready to thump whatever she could land it on first.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 9:28 pm
The ghost didn’t have enough time to dodge. Nor did he really want to. He expected all sort of things from all the students he would insult which of course includes violence. He’d seen enough flying fists that he wasn’t going to try and dodge it anymore, but just to let it land on him, and of course through. The slimer grinned as he let her fist land around his chest area, and of course sink into his slimy body whose current consistency was that of thick sludgy mud. “Oh no, you’ve hit me, you wicked, wicked girl.” He feigned pain, and followed with a slight chuckle. “Owwww, you’ve got me.”
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