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 Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 4:09 pm
He'd been to a maul before, he had. Every so often when it was needed. It just wasn't a necessity in his life. There was little he needed to go to an overcrowded building with a bunch of small shops to get. He'd never seen the social appeal of it, and well... there was always some scareling screaming at the top of it's lungs in a nearby store about how it wanted something. Needed it in fact. You know, to live and such. Had he been like that? He really hoped not. Seeing as how he didn't recall screaming or going to the maul much, he doubted he was too problematic. Maybe.
Either way, as he wandered in, figuring it couldn't hurt to experiment on a day off, he was greeted with just about every expectation he'd assumed he'd find. There was a child that needed to be put on a tether running free, a parent actually chasing it. One too many Icky Stix right there. Well and there were a group of ghouls talking about something rather loudly. At least enough he caught bits of their conversation as he went by. Something about some guy being so awesome, and giggling about Scarentines. Right, THAT holiday was coming up. Well that explained the abundance of colors, ridiculous hearts, and chocolates and spookies everywhere. And a few bouquets. He didn't hate it, or really mind, he just figured it was too commercial. Wasn't the Holiday supposed to be about being oh so happy with the one you liked? Why was it so important to get flowers?
He shrugged shaking his head as he walked past another only to be halted as he made the mistake of being too close to a kiosk, finding someone now standing before him as they babbled something about a new EyePhone model. Which only earned the man something of a stare, seeing as Molan's phone worked fine. It was a different, slightly older model than the one he was now being forced to hear about, but he liked the thing. He knew how it worked and saw no reason to buy the newest. Because it HAD been the newest when he got it, and a new one came out within a year. There seemed a new one each year in his opinion so... "Your point?" Was the only response the long speech was given as he slowly made to move away. Because it was rather obvious the man was about to attempt a good 'reason' why he should still think about upgrading.
Right, this was why he didn't like the maul. People were rather crazy here. The bad kind of crazy.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 4:34 pm
"Miasma... I do think that's plenty enough already..."
"No it's not. There's so many stores I haven't gone to yet! Not to mention I wasted so much time..."
She huffed, remembering the boil.
Ugh! Trying to get an undead boil to learn to dress fashionably was like, like... telling them not to groan during meals or something! Though... she supposed he was on the higher spectrum of things, considering his clothes actually looked decent and weren't falling apart. If only she could have done something about his colour choices... and his drab pale skin... and.
"Miasma. You're daydreaming again. Are you thinking up new ways of torturing that boil?"
"TORTURE? To like such drab clothing, it's, it's... it's a crime against fashion!" She threw up her hands in exasperation.
In doing so, the bags she was holding in one hand had smacked against something, making a ringing sound.
Confused, she lowered her arms, realizing she had accidentally smacked someone in the head. Someone... with a lot of bells... in their hair.
Instead of apologizing, she just kind of... gawked.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 4:44 pm
He'd managed another step back when the fellow in the kiosk's eyes went huge and suddenly. THWACK And the world was a few stares and jingling noises as he felt a bag smack him upside the head from behind and he wobbled a few more steps back, still confused at what had happened. Well, that did shut up the boil about the eyephone though, best to count what blessings he had.
After a moment he turned and stared at the source of the assault, just as confused looking at the ghoul. She had several shopping bags in both arms and... butterflies. One didn't see those in the maul every day.
Yes indeed, the maul was where you went to find oddities.
He shook his head again to toss off any of the remaining daze and shifted to regain what composure he'd lost, flicking an ear as he deemed himself respectable again. That probably didn't help with the odd appearance, which might have looked a little strange in it's own way among the more current fashions. Not that he cared, but the way she was staring did bother him a bit. He wasn't THAT out of place. "What." It was a dry response as he eye'd the ghoul trying to figure out what it was this time.
And come on, wearing a few bells wasn't really that odd.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 5:19 pm
Realizing she was still staring, she blinked, and shook her head.
"Ah, sorry, I-"
Now that her gaze had dropped from staring at his head, it now fell on the outfit he was wearing.... and she saw that he had bells out on his outfit too. What was with this boil and bells? Though bells aside, he did have... pretty decent-looking clothes, a lot fancier-looking than that undead boil.
Snapping her head back up, she stared at him, vivid blue eyes boring into him.
"Where did you get your outfit?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 5:34 pm
Well, there was the apology for sorts. Good enough, he didn't need anything fancy, it wasn't like it hurt much. More startling than anything, and it was just a few hairs out of place. He'd have to re-braid his hair later to fix it, but again. No harm done. He merely gave the ghoul a nod, thinking the conversation might be over at that point until she suddenly blurted something else out, leaving him a bit surprised.
His outfit?
He hadn't really had people ask him where he got things before, just comment they were nice.Strange things indeed. "It's custom made." She meant a store right? It wouldn't be in one due to having been made to fit him. Which was part of why his clothes tended to fit well, but that was purely a side effect of it all. The long and short was that no store would sell the exact style this girl wanted, so no amount of maul trolling would help with it. "None of these stores wouldn't have it." He added, glancing around at the various stores idly. At least he was fairly certain the family it'd be been ordered from didn't have stores. They were more made to order things than large brand names. Quality over quantity. Something his father tended to prefer, which was why they had more select things. "At least not quite this style."
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 5:55 pm
Her shoulders sagged slightly at his response. Well, so much for getting something similar. But wait... he said... custom made? Hmm, high taste for clothing, huh. Prim and proper. She liked this boil already.
"Shame." She sighed. "It's a really nice robe."
She paused, seeming to ponder something, before looking at him with a smile.
"Say, you have impeccable taste in clothing. Would you mind coming shopping with me?"
Maybe she could even get him to carry her bags, yes...
Psykhe only fluttered near her head, rolling her tiny eyes and letting out a sigh.
Ghouls.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 7:59 pm
Well it was nice, he had to agree. Seeing as he'd chosen the design to a degree. Or well, he'd said what he wanted and the designer dealt with the details of making a piece of art. But he DID have some sense of taste afterall, so it wouldn't be terrible. Just a little out of place at times. Still, the comment managed a small smile as he nodded, obviously agreeing. "It was well worth ordering."
He tilted his head at the next comment, raising a brow at it. Asking if he wanted to go with? They didn't even know each others names... it seemed a bit peculiar. Though he'd come here to see what people typically did in mauls since people spent so much time in them, and to deal with people a bit so it couldn't be that bad. Also, the butterflies around her were peculiar, he did sort of want to figure out why they followed and remained near her so much. Not that he felt it his place to ask, but it couldn't be that bad. What was the worst that could happen with following her around when she shopped? He could just leave if it was a problem.
And she'd complimented him on his choice of clothing, she had a good sense unlike most. Right it wouldn't be that terrible. "I don't have anything specific to do. So that should be fine." He replied after a moment, looking to the creature as it seemed displeased with her offer. Peculiar thing really. He watched a moment longer before glancing back to the ghoul briefly. "Just do try to avoid hitting me with another bag." He added, wanting to be sure to clear that much up.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 10:45 pm
Ah, how delightful, he accepted!
She clapped her hands together with glee.
"Perfect!"
Shifting the bags all to one hand, she thrusted out a hand towards Molan, smiling.
"My name's Miasma, by the way. Miasma Aricia, but you can just call me Mia. And this is my familiar, Psykhe."
She gestured to the butterfly hovering near her.
"Don't mind her. She just thinks I should go back to my dorm and study. As for the other butterflies..." A small wave of her hand. "You can already tell by now I'm a reaper. A contractor, to be specific, and my familiar species is butterflies, so naturally, being able to summon them is my specialty."
His comment about the bags made her stifle a chuckle.
"Ah, sorry, sorry. I got uh... a little excited."
Psy let out a huff.
"But say... you're a big strong boil, and these bags can get awfully heavy..."
Her arm sagged, as if to prove her point.
"Do you think... you could carry them for me? At least that way, you'd be safe from getting hit with them by me."
She may have also batted her eyelashes at him.
Whether she was flattering or threatening him... it was hard to tell.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 3:10 pm
Well she seemed pleased, and rather animated regarding the agreement. Hopefully he wasn't about to find out this had all been a huge mistake. In the meantime though, he slowly took her extended hand, shaking is politely as she was introducing herself. Right, Miasma, or well.. Mia as she preferred. He could that. And the butterfly that seemed less than amused was Psykhe. Shouldn't be too hard to remember. "Molan Threepwood." He offered when he got a chance. The girl seemed rather talkative, not that he minded. It meant less talking for him really.
To be honest, he probably would have better spent his time studying, as the familiar had thought for them. Certainly it was a better use of time than wandering a mall and buying every little thing that caught one's fancy. Yet here he was at the maul. So he couldn't really say anything short of nodding at her explanation of her specialty. It certainly explained the butterflies, which were rather lovely. They seemed to fit with her well, kind of a cheery flitting personality. Actually watching this ghoul from afar might be akin to watching a butterfly dance across a field of flowers. Ironic really. "Hmm, I'm a demon, an Isukun to be specific." He offered in reply, figuring that if it was the norm to give out that information he should do so in kind. He idly reached out a hand as he was replying, sort of to see what one of the butterflies might do at having someone reach out. Not to grab it, but to see. After all, anyone trying to grab one should assume it would run off.
He didn't get to worry over the thing long though as she apologized again. Not really needed so he merely shrugged it off. It was more of a comment he'd made in hopes she'd be careful than him being upset. What was done was done and couldn't be undone. Though the next comment caught him a bit off guard, and her postures change added to the effect. He wasn't used to such comments, partially because most wouldn't have made them with... a straight face? ...he could most hear his brother's comment of a reply to the girl if he had been there. Still, he did hold out a hand, obviously offering to take them.
She was right, if he took them he wouldn't be hit, and it was normal for a guy to help a ghoul with bags right? "I well- I guess I can." He added, looking a bit awkward. He also wasn't particularly used to people he'd met five seconds ago throwing odd compliments or borderline flirting with him. Usually his brother caught that attention being the more bold of the two, so... it was just a bit odd. He obviously didn't take it as a threat, seeing as she seemed to have something light in the bags? Maybe clothes? Now if she'd been buying stone figures he'd probably end up a bit concerned.
Wait a second, they weren't that heavy... at least the one he'd been beaned with. Which meant... they couldn't be that tiring to carry. Had he just fallen for one of the simplest tricks in the book. Yes... yes he had. Oh well, he wasn't about to go back on his word. So he offered something of a strained smile, flicking his tail a bit at that point. Less upset with the girl, and more so himself for falling for it than anything. "So, exactly what are you buying today?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:08 pm
You made a big mistake, Molan.
She was going to take "shop 'til you drop" to a WHOLE NEW LEVEL.
"A pleasure to meet you, Molan." she smiled, shaking his hand. "Hmm, an Isukun, huh? Haven't really heard about those, but I'm guessing you're some sort of ice demon?"
She watched as he reached out for one of the buterflies, and she twirled a finger, the creature settling down on one of his fingers, fluttering its wings lightly.
"Beautiful creatures, are they not?" she sighed, absently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
A well-dressed boil who appreciated butterflies. They'd be very good friends, yes. And he even offered to take the bags!
Yes, she liked this boil a lot.
"Ah, thank you! Such a gentleboil."
She dumped the bags in his hands and stretched.
... Ok, well, maybe she fibbed a bit when she said they were heavy, but she wasn't done shopping yet, not by a long shot. By the time she was done, the multitude of bags would surely get heavier, not to mention she kinda needed use of her hands to inspect the clothes for quality and detail. She only bought the finest clothes (which usually meant her funds suffered a bit, but it was all for the sake of fashion!).
When he asked what she was going to buy, she only gave him an amused smirk.
"Why, clothes of course! One can never have too many outfits."
She paused, tapping her chin.
"And some fabric and materials. I'd like to try my hand at designing some outfits." At this, she gave Molan's clothes a glance.
"Ah, and some books, I guess. School suppies..."
They were going to be here for quite some time.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 6:57 pm
He didn't know just how big that mistake was at the time and merely smiled politely and nodded at her question. "Yes, we're a type of ice demon. Not as common in these parts." He added to her comment about not knowing of them. Frankly, they rarely left cold climates, as it didn't suit their lifestyle. So it wasn't uncommon to find people who knew nothing of what he was. Actually, even where he was from some people said they were a bit rare. Maybe just recessive genes or something. So unless two of them got together it was less likely another would show? He wasn't too sure, nor did he dwell on it. It just meant a bit of explaining here and there. No one seemed to bothered by that. "It's a pleasure though." He added as well, offering her a small smile.
He was actually quite pleased as the butterfly landed on his hand, watching it curious as she spoke. "Graceful, delicate, and enchanting really." He replied, watching it while being careful not to shift his hand. He didn't wish to startle the small thing. Though he did have to let it loose of sorts, moving his hand up slowly to give it the cue before taking the bags from her. Which were as light as he'd thought they would be. Yes, he'd definitely been duped. Oh well, it was fine. It couldn't be too bad. "It's only proper to help." He replied with a smile, letting his arm fall back to his side.
It was at that point she began listing off her shopping to do. And he realized it could be that bad. She had a lot she wanted, and... with the look she briefly gave him, would have a hard time finding materials to a degree. Finding cloth similar to what he had on might be difficult since it was fairly high end? Would a store in the mall even have it? As it was he sort of hoped, because she seemed like she wanted to get everything done today. "Quite a list." He replied slowly, picking up the last topic with a bit of curiosity. Supplies and books. She seemed close enough to his age so... "You go to Amityville too then?" He inquired. He knew full well there were other schools around, but the chances were also high she might go to the one he did. Seeing as there were a ton of students there in his opinion.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 10:22 pm
"Ah, is that so?"
Hmm, something new to learn. She would have to add that to her list of things to look up after had finished up her homework.
As the boil raised his hand to let the butterfly fly away, she watched him with quiet admiration. After she had contracted with Psy, she had to deal with her parents' disapproval daily, constantly given lectures of the poor choice she made, and how she would be doomed forever as a mediocre reaper, needing to rely on others to help her harvest FEAR because a butterfly familiar was about as scary as... as...
Well, they weren't scary. Period.
Despite all this, she continued to do her best, never letting her parents' words discourage her, though at times, it had gotten so bad that Psy herself was regretting contracting with her, despite it being the reaper who sought her out. Thankfully, her uncle was the only one supportive of her choice, and had encouraged the two to head towards Amityville, to strengthen their connection as reaper and familiar, and prove to her parents that something so small and beautiful could be quite terrifying too. Terrifyingly beautiful.
She gave Molan a pleasant smile as she pulled out a small notepad, tapping the sleeping pensnake coiled around it, and as it uncoiled and straightened itself out, she flipped it open and wrote down the items she had just listed. It always helped to keep a list. Neat and tidy. Though when Molan asked her about Amityville, she paused, closing the notepad and looked up with a pleasant smile.
"Ah, yes! I got my acceptance form a few days ago, and today was actually my first day of class. I just got everything sorted out in terms of room and courses. Just thought it'd be nice to stock up on somethings before things got hectic." The pensnake curled back around the notepad, and she tucked it into one of the bags before looking at Molan again.
"It's a delight meeting another student here, though I supposed a decent amount of the students would probably come here, considering it's close by."
She clapped her hands, and spun around on her heels.
"Well, shall we?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 10:31 pm
He nodded idly. "We have a harder time surviving outside of our own domains." He replied simply, not thinking too much over it. It was true, making use of their methods to harvest fear anywhere that wasn't snow covered was near impossible. They weren't fighters, they were illusionists who manipulated things. Thus, well... a realm such as this was merely a temporary home. Highly inconvenient in all truths.
The behavior toward the butterflies hadn't been much to him either. His race was far more delicate than some, so he thought that even such things could be fierce or induce a great sense of foreboding if used properly. If not such, would they not have died off long ago? So doing as what fit oneself was better than trying to make a mockery of it and thinking what was best. And really. Butterflies were pretty. It just came down to that.
He glanced over as she took out a notepad, jotting things down for herself a bit as she spoke, idly glancing to one side as a group of people passed by closer. He'd actually made a motion to step out of their way in the process as she worked. "I've only recently enrolled myself." He idly stated. Though he'd purchased all of his books and prepared well, and his homework was finished before... adventures. Studies being shirked for 'fun' would never be permitted or allowed by his father. Especially not from him, the child who knew better, so he of course finished things up promptly. "It seems wise to prepare before there's more classes and homework to be completed, I was getting a few basics myself today." RE... that minipet food he needed to pick up. Right, best not to forget. It could wait though.
He nodded in reply to her comment in regards to the maul. He'd chosen it for the exact reason it was close. So chances were a good chunk of the younger folk around were from the school. Not that he knew them. He shifted the bags to his other hand as she seemed ready to go, rather excitedly as he gave another quick bob of his head. "Lead the way." After all, she was the one with a long list of things to buy. He'd just... agreed to help.[A.V.] Short and fail sorreh. ;A;
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 11:30 pm
She frowned at his explanation.
"Is that so? That's such a shame..."
His comment about being prepared made her smile, and she nodded.
"Indeed! How horrid it would be to be writing an exam to find that your pen-strictor is much too tuckered out to continue on... or even worse." She gave Molan a horrified look. "What if you had to use a haunted pen-strictor instead? Can you imagine? Half an exam written with a penstrictor, and the other half with a haunted penstrictor..."
She clasped her face in her hands, a distant look in her eyes.
"Or... or..."
Psy cleared her throat, perching on Mia's head.
"Miasma... I don't think that's quite what Molan had meant..."
She blinked several times, before turning back towards Molan.
"Of course, I always have multiple penstrictors and haunted penstrictors to make sure this catastrophe never occurs."
A pause.
"Maybe I should get a few more..."
"Miasma."
"Ok ok."
Taking a look around, she settled on a nearby school supply store, and pointed at it.
"How about we make sure we have everything we need, just in case? And then after, we can go to wherever you need to go too!"
Of course, this was after she made sure she had everything she needed first. She was PRETTY sure she had an equal number of penstrictors and haunted penstrictors... or did she have one more of the other? The horror. THE HORROR. SHE HAD TO KNOW.Raja Psh, not at all. Sorry my post is so derp. :T
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