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 Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 3:00 pm
Deacon groaned. Carefully, he sat up, vaguely aware that he was sitting on a floor rather than the ground. Thinking his vision was blurred, the bakeneko rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his palms. No, it was the fog. He was still in the haunted house, and now he seemed to be truly alone. His body ached, and it took effort for Deacon to get to his feet.
The memories of what he'd become, what he'd done were falling into place all too quickly.
It somehow took him a few moments to realize that there was silence. The voices were gone. His ears swiveled, as though he didn't believe it. Surely for some reason he just couldn't hear them. Maybe he'd gone deaf. Would he still hear the voices in his head, then?
Even more belated still, he looked himself over. Was he dreaming? Was he dead? The tabby stared at his arms, stomach and chest in disbelief. The marks of Insanity were gone. Both relief and dread washed over him. It was gone... But why? How?
His clothes seemed to be gone too.
Well, no time to be embarrassed about that. He had to find his way out of here, find his way back to the school. But, most importantly, he had to make sure that Riyo was alright.
"Riyo?" He called, ignoring the crunch beneath his toes as well as the sting of broken glass against his paw pads. It was like the fog swallowed up his call, not letting it carry into the darkness as it should have. The damn fog...
Regardless, he tried again. "Riyo?!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 3:13 pm
And then, Riyo just... Woke up.
It was as simple as that, really. She had feeling in her body. Her nerves worked as they were supposed to. She could feel the hard ground below, and yet... Was she really feeling?
Neither hot nor cold. Not fully aware of emotions. Well, not until memories flooded and plagued her slowly rising form. The ghoul groaned as she pushed herself up like some kind of zombie, head lulling from side to side until she finally felt a desire to raise it up.
Deacon had killed her. She wasn't sure murder would be a correct term. Murder was more emotional. More feeling. No, he had killed her like one swatted a fly. And then she had been absorbed into the madness.
All the voices, the frigid cold. She remembered it. Aimlessly wandering around this false sanctuary. Being completely numb to everything that had happened and everything that could happen. What torture, having to remember the feeling of being a hollow shell.
But more than that. What struck Riyo and shook her more than anything else, was the overwhelming desire to hate the bakeneko, and her absolute failure to do so.
Speak of the devil had never been a more appropriate term when she heard her name called by a familiar voice.
Her ears perked, and quickly fell back. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to look behind her and see the face that had slaughtered her like a pig yet. "What?" She tried to say as coldly as she could, but faltered as her voice cracked at the very end. She didn't know what to say. What could she say?
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 3:23 pm
He so desperately wanted her to answer that he was certain that fate wouldn't let it happen just to spite him. That now he'd really be alone and trapped in this ******** house and-
"What?"
He caught that crack in Riyo's voice, but it wasn't as important as the fact that it was her voice. The tabby rushed headlong to the source of the sound, hit his knees when he saw her form sitting up in the fog and promptly clung to her tightly as if she'd vanish if he dared to let go.
Deacon buried his face against her shoulder. She wasn't going to be able to stop him from crying this time, because it was already underway. "I'm so sorry!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 3:43 pm
Riyo had been pondering what she should say. What cruel vulgarities she could release from the horror dungeon that was her voice box to make herself feel better. She was preparing it like a well-worded speech, but it was gone as soon as she felt the lukewarm embrace that was the other feline.
Her gaze fell to the boil's markless arms, not originally comprehending why such a sight was so significant. It was gone. The plague had left him much like it had been ripped from her... But apparently the memory of what he did remained.
"D-deacon... Why would you... Why would you say..." The ghoul started to choke. Water was leaking out of her eyes. She couldn't say it. Couldn't push it out even if it was the last thing that would save her life. Not now. Not at this moment.
Her hands shakily rested on Deacon's. The feel of liquid running down her shoulder not escaping her. "Why can't I hate you?"
(( >n> I assumed he was hugging her from behind for the sake of the moment. ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 2:30 pm
The catboil's ears folded back, further upset by the audible confirmation that she was crying too. "I... I didn't know. I didn't know what I was doing. Not then." He tried to explain, quickly and through his own struggle between keeping his voice steady.
Her hands over his was a reassuring gesture, and he savored the feel of it, light as it was. "Because you know it was the Insanity... Not me." At least, he hoped that she knew. Even in his worst moments, he couldn't recall ever trying to hurt her physically.
Finally, his embrace around her relaxed and he sat back to rub his eyes.
"Are we still in the house, or are we dead? It's... So quiet."
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 2:51 pm
No, she supposed he was right. It hadn't really been Deacon. Though it felt like the idea was off from the right answer. By just a few pegs. Deacon had been there for her through the times when she most certainly wasn't all there. It was only right for her to return that, even if it meant being broken again.
As his arms pulled back, Riyo quickly used her sleeves to wipe the tears from her face. She wouldn't let him see her cry again. The cat ghoul was too proud for that.
"I doubt that we're dead." The feline sighed, her ears perking at the disturbing lack of reverberation. "Dead dead." To clarify, considering death could very well be a daily occurrence on their worst weeks. "So I guess that means that-" Her head slowly turned to look back. There was... A horrifying amount of peach color directly behind her from the corner of her eye.
Come to think of it... What had Deacon been wearing earlier. All she remembered was the fo- OH JACK HE WAS NAKED.
The effect was almost immediate. Her head turned forward, she darted to her feet, put three good jumps inbetween them, and covered her eyes before she turned around. "WHY WOULD YOU HUG ME WITHOUT CLOTHES ON?" Riyo screeched. Sweet Sally, the blood was just dripping out of her nose now. How... The Hell were they getting out of here if she couldn't even look at him?
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 3:05 pm
Oh, right, he'd kinda forgotten about that.
Deacon's own eyes widened and he nearly fell backward in Riyo's scramble to put distance between them. "I CAN'T EXACTLY DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW." He shouted, sounding more than slightly panicked. She was going to run away over this and it wasn't even like he was trying to be a pervert.
And then he just made it better with a sudden thought that he didn't clarify before looking up to her with a determined expression...
"Take off your pants."
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 3:18 pm
Oh how Deacon had a way with words.
She had peeked through her fingers just in time to see that look, and all the color immediately drained from Riyo's face. "D-deacon what. WHAT. WHAT? HOW IN THE NAME OF JACK CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF THAT RIGHT NOW?" Obviously the fact that the cat boil wasn't insinuating something of that nature didn't cross the ghoul's mind.
"I'll kick your a** Deacon! Now that you're not hyped up on insanity steroids, I will strike you down!" Riyo was officially in freak out mode.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 3:31 pm
Deacon looked just as horrified by her reaction as she had with his words. His face, however, turned about as red as a tomato.
Sweet Sally, how could he think of that sort of thing right now?!
"SO I HAVE SOMETHING TO WEAR, DEAR JACK!"
He veered his attention away and made a sweeping gesture with one hand, frantic to recompose. "You've got a coat to cover yourself!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 3:44 pm
... OH. Oh. Oh.
Riyo stopped looking panicked and started looking mortified. That made her the pervert, didn't it?
Wow. Shoe was on the other foot today.
The ghoul opened her mouth to try and say something, maybe object to the very idea that she would have to give up her comfort so that he might be clothed, and that she'd never be able to wear those pants after this, but uh... After that, maybe it was best to just do what the man said.
"T-turn around then." The feline mumbled quietly, shame thick in her voice. This uh.. This was definitely not how she envisioned taking off her pants in front of a boil would turn out. Not that she had ever thought about it! No, not Riyo.
Naaaah. Not at all.
Within a couple awkward minutes, Deacon would find a pair of ghoul's pants being draped over his shoulder... And a Riyo with nothing covering her legs but boots and striped stockings. Boy, did she look embarrassed.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 7:28 am
Deacon silently turned when told to do so, even though he hadn't been looking in her direction at the moment to begin with. Oh Jack his face felt like it was on fire. He was shocked, actually, that she'd agreed without protest... But, surely this would be less awkward. Right?
He actually jolted when the material touched his shoulder, but when he realized it was just her giving what he'd asked for the catboil wasted no time snatching the garment and putting it on.
The putting it on part was a lot more difficult than he could have imagined.
Somewhere in his mind, he thought there'd be some sort of give in this stupid material... Apparently, not as likely as he thought.
When he turned, wearing the all-too-tight and too short pants, his expression was doing extremely well at reflecting his displeasure.
"These are... Really uncomfortable."
Wearing these was surely hazardous to his circulation.
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Sexy Cocaine rolled 3 20-sided dice:
3, 2, 6
Total: 11 (3-60)
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:08 am
Riyo kept her eyes diverted as Deacon squeezed into the pants, deciding to search the area instead so he had a meager piece of privacy. The weird thing was, even if this situation was ******** up beyond comparison (what with the nudity and being alone with her 'killer'), she wasn't mad about it. The fact was, this could've been so much worse.
She could've been alone in here.
When Deacon finally said something, the ghoul turned around and glanced over at the boil. It was like some kind of gravitational pull turned her gaze downward. Oh... Oh Jack.
Dat a**.
Hey. HEY. She was a woman too. Some people might've argued that fact, but at the end of the day, she was a ghoul with ghouly feels. She might not have admitted it, even to herself, but there was a small chance the cat ghoul might've liked what she saw.
Back to business though. "Yeah? Well... At least I can look at you now." Though she still couldn't look without blushing. I mean. Bare man chest. Bare chiseled man chest. This was torture.
Moving back towards him, the ghoul kept one hand firmly attached to the bottom of her jacket, tugging it down as if it might grow out to cover the rest of her legs too. "I didn't see too much from looking around, but there's apparently a few ways we can go." Which made her nervous. A lack of choice meant they could be trapped, but multiple choices meant there was probably a very wrong choice.
Brows furrowing, Riyo reached down to take the boil's hand. "Don't get the wrong idea... I just... Don't want to get separated."
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:25 am
In a situation where they didn't actually have to feel like death (of the horrible sort) was right around the corner, Deacon might have playfully toyed with the fact that she had stared. Now? Well, he just wanted to get the hell out of here as fast as possible.
That wasn't to say he was beyond taking a look at those legs though... The stockings were a cute touch. But there were much more important things for the moment. Like not dying. Not dying was more important than gawking. Gawking could come later when they were safe and far away from this house.
"Great... I heard this place was like a maze. I'm sure this will be no exception. Only this time, there's the added bonus of fog and Insanity."
He looked down at their joined hands when Riyo took his, and he lightly squeezed her hand in acknowledgement to her words. "Me either..." He trailed off a moment, then looked up to meet her gaze with a soft frown.
"Just... If things go bad again. I want you to get as far away from me as you can... Okay?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:59 am
The feline took in a deep breath at his last request. After all that hub bub at the beginning of the day, the ghoul wasn't sure if she could comply. It was like making an investment. Even if things went sour, you still put all that time and effort in, so was it worth it to raise the white flag?
"Well. Then you have to do the same for me, I guess." They were on an even playing field now. Neither of them were infected. Anything could happen.
Riyo couldn't ask the boil to kill her, if something like that happened. It wouldn't be right to ask something of him that she would not be able to reciprocate because of her broken mind.
"Also. You uh. You should pick which way we go." The ghoul awkwardly smiled. "See... I'm not very lucky in these situations." The ghoul moved her hand from her jacket only momentarily to point at her ears. Black cats always came out on the bottom when it came to circumstances of chance, after all. This had been proven to her time and time again at Amityville.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 9:04 am
Deacon nodded in acknowledgement. "Deal."
Though, if such a time came, it was hard to tell if he - either of them, really - would follow the other's request.
He looked around, his ears tilting back a bit and the corners of his mouth drawing down. "Let's not bring luck into this... Mine hasn't been the best, either. In case you hadn't noticed."
The slight glow in the fog, a few distant lights in fact, were tempting... But... They were also obvious to his cautious mind. "No lights. I really don't want to end up in anyplace worse than here..."
"I guess we should just... Go this way." He tugged her in a random direction, "I'm not following any bright lights anywhere."
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