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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 12:03 am
Given Amarus had never 'won' a living creature before, much less a sentient one who claimed to be made of yogurt, she wasn't entirely sure how it was supposed to work. What she did know was that her recent foray into baking seemed to be going reasonably well, but she needed to test her narcotic cookies on someone. And Mmur was going to be that someone.
Cookies. Baked in a fire. On the lawn. In the snow. The fire was the easy part: she had started that with a pile of fire wood and a bit of flame. A lot of fire wood. In fact, she had started it off fairly small, but since the snow kept being problematic (snow? She was not used to this, in a place that was normally full of fall weather) she had been forced to continue to build it up more and more. Admittedly, after a certain amount of wood she was pretty much just in it for the blaze, but she had figured out after a while that the best way to attempt to bake the cookies she'd prepared was on a tray in the middle of the fire. It was also kind of hot in there, though, so she had taken to sitting inside the flames.
It was wonderful to be a ghost, sometimes. And she hoped that Mmur would be by, soon, because soon... the bakening would begin. Or feedening? Because Mmur was going to be her test subject if she had anything to say about it. Perhaps he would be immune to the sleepiness her Lotus Essence cookies were supposed to cause? Otherwise she would have to get very good at waking him up from naps.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 11:49 am
Normally he would have objected to someone claiming ownership over him, but to be honest, today Mmur was just excited to see what Amarus had in store for him, not to mention he had signed up for this. She seemed like a nice enough scareling, if a bit naïve with regard to yogurt as a viable bodily component, so he was fairly certain he would make it out of this meeting alive. Even if he didn't, his sister and Hadan knew where he had gone off to. If he never came back, they would avenge him so thoroughly that the ghost really would be made of yogurt when they were done. Or something like that. He caught sight of her blaze first, but it took another twenty seconds of walking for him to see the ghoul inside the flames. As soon as he did, Mmur broke into a trot, waving at her as he stopped. "Amarus! Hello!" He reached for the fire himself, thinking it might be illusionary, but the heat quickly warmed his palm and he pulled it away. He glanced at the cookies. "They look good. Are they good?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 4:00 pm
A threat of dismembering and/or being turned into yogurt would have significantly missed its mark with the Lotus Eater: she would, in all likelihood, be thrilled by the notion that anyone would try either such activities. And, in a perpetual state of wonder, would be very excited to see how they would go about said activities. She was already a ghost; unless someone was going to try to reap what was left of her, or turn her into a weapon, there wasn't much that scared her.
Sure, FEAR-induced pain sucked, but it had been quite some time since she'd gotten to fight last! And she did so love a good battle. Just... not when her friends were being maimed, really. In any case, her plans for Mmur were quite innocuous, since she really did not even understand what the purpose of purchasing a student had been. She just liked his speech.
She looked at it like acquiring an accidental friend for the day.
"Hello, Mmur!" she chimed back, tilting her head so that her bells really did chime. It seemed like his greeting had psyched her up past her normal level of friendliness. She looked down at the cookies on a tray in her lap, and decided they were about done, if he thought so. "Well, about that..." she stood up and left the fire, cookies with her (? It was strange to watch this, but whatever) and then promptly set the tray down on a table she had fashioned out of snow. "You are going to help me find out. Test subject 001!"
The tray hissed in the snow, sank down into the table, and let off considerable steam. Amarus looked at it curiously, faintly concerned that the steam would affect the cookies.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 7:55 pm
He bent forward slightly as she stood, still largely fascinated by the fire and her place in it. Could all ghosts do this, because surely that's what she was. Mmur imagined a legion of little spectral helpers cavorting in the flames as he worked on masks and beaded capes in a real craft hall like the one they'd had on Famine. They could even fire pots together! Ahem. Right. What were they talking about? Oh, yes! Cookies! "I tried to make some of those a couple of weeks ago," he replied, watching the tray steam as the snow beneath it melted. Mmur twined his fingers and stretched his arms out in front of his chest in one smooth motion before dropping them to his sides. All right. He could do this. Eating cookies and telling her whether they were good or not had to be one of the most delicious-sounding ways to spend a day that he had ever heard of. "Yes, I think I would make an excellent... what did you call it? Test subject?" These colts were so cute with their terminology!
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 11:28 am
Amarus certainly could not vouch for all ghosts, particularly since elementals also joined her species group and definitely seldom followed the same species and subspecies traits of your average ghost, but her particular type technically had no nerves to damage or flesh to burn: all the tangibility afforded to her was essentially a gift from her student pin and a lot of concentration. A fact Amarus was often unhappy to remember.
But hey, if it meant that fire didn't burn her, she was all for that. Unless it was FEAR fire, then she was, as always, out of luck. And she knew nothing about firing pots, so she would have been absolutely zero help to Mmur, had he raised the point.
Amarus was not sure how much time had passed while Mmur was off in his thoughts, but it seemed to be so very long. "Test Subject 001; you are my first experimental taster," she said. Her voice, it seemed, was meant to be reassuring, but her mirror-silver eyes and the general way her face kept dropping into a state utterly devoid of emotion made it hard to figure out if she was trying to comfort him or if she was warning him he was potentially about to drop dead.
The cookies would, at least, taste okay-- she had discovered a strange affinity for baked goods, and her essence seemed faintly sweet. Besides, they were full of narcotics now, so even if they did taste weird initially she wasn't sure exactly how much essence per cookie batch should be added and either they would be mild or completely flooring.
Time to find out! She picked the now-cool tray up from inside the melted snow-table, and offered them to Mmur. "Alright, friend for a day: meet Cookies!"
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Smerdle rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 8:13 am
Mmur squinted his glowing eyes at the ghoul's confections, smiling and poking at them now that it seemed he was allowed to. Which one first? He glanced at Amarus, then back at her cookies. Maybe there was some special order he was supposed to know about? The road to optimum flavor? No? Hmm. Taking a chance that any cookie was a good one to begin with, Mmur pinched the one on the far left between his thumb and forefinger, brought it to his mouth, and took an epic bite. Left with nothing but a thin crescent of cookie in his hand, the horseman chewed and swallowed, nodding in approval once he was done. Had he been paying any particular attention, he might have noticed that he felt slightly more relaxed, but he wasn't, so there was nothing to report beyond, "Very good. Squishy."He shoved the rest of it into his mouth and looked at her expectantly. (( COOKIE STRENGTH ROLLZ: 1 - not very; 6 - zzz ))
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 5:40 pm
Glowing things were good. Amarus enjoyed the fact that Mmur's eyes glowed. It did also, however, make it fairly hard to figure out what he was thinking at any given time; Amarus was supremely bad at that exercise in the best of conditions, so the glowing made it essentially impossible.
She just sort of hoped for the best. There was no particular order, though she had dosed them in different amounts to see which had the best effect. She didn't want to overdo it, after all, and have a bunch of dosed up passed out students all over the lawn.
"Squishy? Squishy," she repeated, as if taking note of that particular reaction. She pointed to another of the rows: "Try one of those?" she asked, being abnormally polite comparatively.Smerdle I am a sad, sad failure OTL
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Smerdle rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 8:13 am
"Squishy good, not squishy disgusting," Mmur clarified without clarifying anything at all. He stuck his thumb claw between his teeth for a second while he searched for a suitable analogy. "You know, like when you really want some camel brains and you work for like an hour to set up your traps and you sit like a mile off for another hour just watching and then finally!" He whipped his arms into the air. "Oh! Don't..." The horseman brought them back down, very deliberately choosing a cookie from the row she had suggested, taking a bite, and barely chewing before he swallowed. "Anyway. Yes. So you're sitting there and you're excited that a camel has finally wandered into your trap, but it looks kind of small, so you aww and get off of your rock because that means the brains will be kind of... chewy, you know? And it's mid-afternoon and the sand's all hot and when you get there it's not a runt at all! It's a baby."At some point during his story, Mmur had leaned forward so far that he was almost bracing his hands on his thighs. He straightened now, slowly finishing his cookie as he stared off into the air beyond her right shoulder. When he was done, he licked his fingers and muttered, "But you're a ghost."Face your demons (( NO I AM <3 one more non-6 roll before I force him to eat a 6 emotion_awesome ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 9:53 am
"Good distinction," she said. It at least clarified how she was supposed to feel about the cookies being called squishy, and that was, in effect, good enough for her. It only got trickier from that point onwards, however, as no, she really did not understand wanting camel brains. In fact, a vaguely nauseous expression passed over the Lotus Eater's face for a moment. That sounded really nasty.
Was he immune to her essence? Or perhaps cookies just didn't work? Amarus watched, perplexed and disappointed with her essence. She would just assume that Mmur ahd some sort of weird internal battery that allowed him to power through narcotics so that he could talk endlessly about camels and brains and salty baby death-- wait, what.
Amarus' face really did contort now, pretending to cough into the elbow of her long sleeve, facing away from Mmur and the cookies, to hide her disgust. It was a good thing, too, because the expression that had immediately followed nausea was an overwhelming burst of sadness.
She knew she was a ghost. She wasn't that much in denial. But a lot of her mannerisms were designed to distract her from that very fact.
"I am, yes," she agreed. "If I did not have at least one flaw, I would just be perfect, and no one can be perfect," she joked, though her expression was flat again as she withdrew her face from her sleeve to push the tray forward. "Third time's the charm? Then we can go do other things," she suggested.Smerdle A month later. MAN I'm so slow.
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 7:29 pm
"Flaw?" he said, retrieving another cookie and biting into it with a lazy nod. "I don't think being a ghost is a flaw at all! You have the adv...vant...hm." He took another bite. "Ghosts are quiet when they fight. You can float. You can sit in fire." Yes, he was still stuck on that. This cookie took no time at all for the horseman to finish, and once he did, he nodded again, looking vague and confused. When he spoke, his voice was distracted, almost dreamy. "Third time's the charm for wh—"Time seemed to slow as Mmur fell, first to his knees and then flat onto his face. As he landed in the snow, his head made a hollow, echoing thunk. Face your demons who's slow now emotion_dowant
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