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 Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 9:41 pm
Basically, there were two sleds made of cardboard, a lot of rope, two gnomes, and a ton of 'borrowed' foxfires. And Amarus had found a way to attach them all. A gnome for each sled, tied to it, and 8 foxfires tied to each sled. Who had she borrowed them from? Well, here and there, here and there-- and their owners would never know. She was just a volunteer foxfire-walker!
And she happened to be betting on which foxfire sled would win the gnome-race, with a terrified gnome on each sled screaming wildly. "Go, Team Squibble!" Amarus yelled, referring to what appeared to be the dominant foxfire in a set of 8; Squibble had peed on several of the other foxfires already, and tried to bite the other team's gnome. She had rewarded it for its charisma, and sent them on their way. As a result, however, she was very blatantly betting on Squibble's team, as they appeared to be heading more or less in the right direction.
That was one problem she had not thought of: making sure the foxfires stayed on route. Occasionally one of the sleds would get interested in some student across the lawn, and Amarus would have to run after them and chase them down.
This time, however, Squibble's team appeared to be particularly interested in a gloomy-looking Raum. Amarus would have just watched them veer off and tried to whistle at them to return, had it been the other team, but she had bet herself two cookies that Squibble would win, so it was really in her best interest to get them back on track.
And so, that was how it came to be that a cardboard sled with a screaming gnome tied to it, led by 8 foxfires, the entire procession followed by one pink-haired ghoul running an inch above the ground after them barelled towards the Raum.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 8:01 pm
There was a cardboard sled, a squealing gnome, several fluffy looking creatures, and a ghoul all running towards him.
Xavier wondered if he had maybe fallen asleep and died. Or maybe he'd just started hallucinating, because there was no way that he was seeing what he was seeing, because really, that was just impossible, and quite unlikely, and -
- and coming right towards him.
Needless to say, Xavier did not quite make it out of the way fast enough.
The next moment there was a cardboard sled, a grumbling gnome, several fluffy creatures, a pink haired ghoul, and a very squashed raum demon lying in a heap on the ground in a tangle of legs, arms, feathers, fur, cardboard, snow, rope, squealing, squawking, and some general chaos.
"...ow."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 8:10 pm
Amarus' first action as part off the pile of chaos was not to apologize, nor to greet, nor to make sure the boil was okay; no, her first action was to very sternly address one of the foxfires: "Squibble! Do not pee! We cannot claim students that way!" as she freed that particular foxfire from his bonds and he managed to wriggle out.
So that he could stand there, woofing at them in his huffy little territorial growl, before running out of air and flopping to his side to pant.
And her second action was to sort of lay there and hope that it all sorted itself out. "Hello," she said, making small-talk as she sort of gave up on life. "Seen any good, uh..." she trailed off, making some sort of vague hand gesture that may have implied movie. She had forgotten how to small talk.
Because, basically, she never did it.
"Also I hope you have sturdy bones-- oh," she interrupted herself, suddenly, as she remembered she was a ghost and she really didn't need to deal with this. Yeah, she liked to forget that she was a ghost, as often as possible; she didn't always remember her intangibility.
Which she now used to free herself, and stand over the mess, as if surveying.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 7:43 pm
The word "squibble" was a foreign one to Xavier, who was still lying facedown on the ground and trying to figure out if this was actually real life.
"Erm," he said, not bothering to get up. The ghoul wasn't helping him either, not that he expected her to because really who would help someone like him, that would take too much time and effort, effort that wasn't worth it.
"Erm. I don't know about...sturdy bones but I have sturdy...well nothing really, come to think of it."
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 8:20 pm
Amarus was regarding the boil with concern, now. "Ah, well, in that case, I should help you up," Amarus replied, reaching down carefully and attempting to offer the boil her support in rising. "It is okay, we do not all have sturdiness in us," she reassured him, as best as she could, while attempting to casually sort out the mess of foxfire leads with one foot, on the sly.
Squibble, meanwhile, had excused himself to sniff an alluring patch of grass. And then attack it, growling and nipping, and sneezing when he got a much-deserved mouthful of greenery.
"These things happen," she said. It was not clear as to which these things she was referring to; it was so incredibly vague.
Come to think of it, the Raum seemed familiar. Perhaps because he was so gloomy.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 11:16 am
He eyed her hand warily as though waiting for her to pull it away from him at the last minute and let him fall back down on the ground. But then he reached out, took it, and carefully stood, brushing grass off of his clothes.
"I, er, thanks," said Xavier. "And, er what is that."He was looking at the little creature now burying its face in the ground.
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 1:20 am
Amarus wasn't in the business of moving away from anything quickly, unless it was in a fight. And if this boil didn't think he was sturdy enough to survive some cardboard sleds, gnomes and foxfires, he probably wouldn't last long in a proper fight-- unless he was the type to be surprising. Amarus tilted her head and wondered if he was stronger than he looked, or if he was exactly what he seemed. Her bells rang gently.
"Oh, Squibble? It is a foxfire that I occasionally, ah, take for walks and such. I am a professional student foxfire-walker," she explained. Then, pausing, she clarified: "I mostly just borrow them so that I can conduct foxfire races like the one you were just part of."
"Why, what do you do for fun?" Amarus asked the Raum, brushing whatever other grass she could find on him off, and even going so far as to reach up to attempt to pluck some grass bits out of his hair.
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