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 Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 9:43 pm
Gene was still exhausted from the Invasion. She'd been spending most of her time outside when not working, soaking in the pumpkin sun's generous orange rays. This was one of those times, where she had propped herself against a very, very sad weeping willow in the graveyard that housed the Ghost dorms. She was wearing jeans too - an odd sight when not at work. A frown tugged at the corners of her mouth, brow furrowed. There was a part of her memories of the day that were...splotchy. Her hip still felt tingly at times, a ghost sensation. She remembered there was a tattoo, and that she had it removed...but where? When? It all made no sense.
She threw her hands up eventually, letting out a cry of frustration. Screw this. She went to her usual standby; a cup of iced coffee for the hot Octobers. Sipping on it in a fume, she ignored the rest of the world.
She seriously needed a new frustration.
Like baking.
She sucked at baking though.
Argh.
Even more frustrated, she continued sucking at the coffee. Everything sucked.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 9:57 pm
A frustrated cry pried Mot out of his pondering. He'd been meandering about campus, sometimes jogging sometimes just day dreaming. He wandered about searching for the source, coming across Gene in the process. Ah, his fellow coffee drinker. She seemed deep in thought. Or maybe just grumpy. Either way, she clearly needed company. "Howdy~." he called out, waving to the ghoul. "What seems to be the problem, little lady?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 10:30 pm
Oh, Mot. Gene stopped sucking her coffee to offer him a halfhearted wave, and then an offer to sit by her via pointing to the ground. She took a last drink of her coffee, before putting it down.
"I'm just a tad frustrated. The invasion still has me a bit worked up; I don't have any desire to do anything but bake, but I suck at baking really hard." Her head drooped, fingers starting to etch patterns in the loose dirt.
"But that's enough about me; what have you been up to lately>" She looked up at the cowboil with a wan smile, offering him the other half of her iced coffee. "I'm sure it involves some epic adventures in Nordland with your ghoulfriend, right?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 10:41 pm
Invasion... wow. He must of been one of very few who didn't go. But, everyone he spoke to seemed distraught about the events there. Maybe he shouldn't feel so bad about staying behind after all. Mot took a seat with her, content to be an ear to her troubles. "Well, I'm sure after a while the baking might not be half bad?" He offered optimistically. "Try cooking instead?"Mot wasn't eager to talk about his own life, especially when she said the G word. Ghoulfriend.... QuQ... Mot's face seemed to pale, which was disturbing because he already had a natural complexion that could puts ghosts to shame. "We broke up." Mot said in a stiff tone, his eyes awkwardly shifting. "But uh... I've been.. busy ish I guess?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 10:56 pm
"There's the problem though, Mot - I can cook! I can't bake! I need to learn how to bake if I want my Cafe to be a success." She pouted, sighing and hugging her knees.
Then everything came to a halt. Mot and Hel...broke up? The boil was turning whiter, almost translucent. Jack, not good. Shoving the coffee cup into his hands, she moved to a spot where she could look directly at him. "I'm...sorry to hear that." She put a hand out on his knee, lightly, but still trying to be comforting. It didn't seem like he wanted to talk about it though; she wouldn't force it.
"Busyish, hm? What's been keeping you busyish?" Her voice wasn't demanding, only curious and a little concerned. She'd missed her coffee friend, and wanted to catch up. Unfortunately there was a white elephant in the room...
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 11:07 pm
"What if you hired a baker? I know my friend Xiu expressed interest in it." He said with a smile. The reaper took the offered cup and took a long sip of the icy, glorious drink. Any coffee was amazing coffee. Her sentiment was greatly appreciated, especially since she didn't ask for details. That was a whole can of worms he didn't want to try and explain. "Well, I've been reassessing myself lately. I was lost about what to do about my future, but a couple of trips and lectures have cleared my mind." He said with a soft nod. "So, a lot of training and research is being done on my part."
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 11:25 pm
She'd store that idea for hiring a baker for later. If she really, truly sucked at baking, she would look into Xiu. Any friend of Mot's was bound to be solid in Gene's mind. Right now though, Mot needed someone to talk to. Gene was going to provide that.
"Research? What kind? Magical stuff? I never took you as interested in that kind of thing." Hm, research. Well, not all research was related to magic or science. She'd researched how to properly phase; that was just an aspect of Fear. Maybe that's what he was researching? "Or am I way off and you're researching something totally different?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 11:53 pm
Mot chuckled, smiling and tilting his head. "Not too far off? Mostly Fear harvesting. I've been interested in the DETH group lately, and I recently attended a Lecture from a Boogeyman. Apparently they have a division that regulates the Harvesting of Fear in the Human World." There seemed to be a sparkle in his eye. "In the meantime I've also been training my body. It's very difficult for me. I don't think I was built for exercise."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 12:05 am
Oh...DETH. The polar opposites of the Horsemen - another extreme that failed to see the middle ground. They hugged humans and encouraged Halloween citizens to act like Humans. No, thanks. If they were meant to be humans, they would be humans. She was pretty sure she was a human once already...
But it was good Mot was finding his own path. Her eye quirked at the final word of her thought. Paths...Medea never shut up about them. What if there was some truth to what she had been saying?
Ha, skitter poop. That's what Medea's ramblings were.
"Oh, physical training? I'm a pretty good fighter, you know." A fake cocky smirk and a joking flex of her bicep. "But no, what you need is Fear Protein, and lots of it. You can't go punching the lights out of an out of control Nekogami with little noodle arms." She squeezed his knee, letting him know she was joking, and that she didn't mind his noodle arms.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 12:20 am
"Oh are you now?" Mot asked, perking up. "Goodness. A lot of ghouls I know are fighters... Levi, Hel, Amarus... Yikes." And here he was, being a noodle man. He chuckled at the pinching of his knee, shrugging it off. "Fear Protein, huh?" He said with amusement.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 10:21 am
"Well, it kind of helps when you can do this."She pointed to her arm, shifting it into a bladed arm from a Living Armor. "Shifting has more uses than scaring and pulling pranks, you know." She deshifted, before chuckling at Mot's question.
"Yeah, Fear Protein. You know, like baked piggles and poached cockatrice. Or if you're not a meat eater, there's always Toefu." Gene had tried toefu...she wasn't fond of the texture, unless it was grilled. Then it was perfect. "Have you taken a nutrition class?" a chiding tone, but playful - not wanting to insult the downhearted boil.
"I can give you a run down if you'd like."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 10:27 am
Well yes. That would do it. "Hate to run into you in a dark alley." Mot teased with a laugh. "Oh, I enjoy meat. I also like stew." Mot said these things as if he were super proud. It was Hel who had gotten him started on eating in the first place. Before her he'd only ever eat once a day.. and not much at that. "They have classes on it?" He asked with a curious look. "Sounds complicated."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 10:38 am
"You and nearly every monster alive, silly." She poked him in the chest, giving a fake frown. "Bragging about liking meat - what a silly little noodle man!" She backed off with a giggle, before getting up to lean against the tree; her bum was sore from sitting.
"Well, not here, but on the interwebs I've taken a few e-lectures. It's all pretty simple once you get the foundation." Gene was the one bragging now, voice slightly lofty while she talked about her area of study. Because knowing nutrition basics was totally something to write home about.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 10:47 am
Mot wasn't so sure he liked this new nickname! He made a face of disgruntlement that didn't really last long. If he didn't want to be a noodle man, he'd best keep up with training. "I suppose I'll look that up. You sure sound proud of yourself." He said with a cheeky grin. "Never thought a coffee addict would be so into proper Fear consumption."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 11:22 am
Yup, her kettle just go called black by a pot, and she totally deserved it. Her ego deflated, Gene gave Mot a quirked eyebrow and a look of sheer mischief. "Well, I never thought flimsy noodle man would be interested in beefing up." Probably a low blow, but she was sure the boil could take it. They were in playful banter mode.
"And I'll have you know everyone needs to know about proper Fear consumption, mister. If you don't take in Fear properly, your body gets all nasty and not healthy. I've got to keep a good figure if I'm to be the face of a company!" She threw her hands up in fake hysterics, rolling her eyes. She believed what she said, yes, but not to the extent of being crazy about it.
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