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 Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 8:43 pm
TK had heard of Scarentines. It was supposed to be heavily based on the humans’ Valentine’s Day, was it not? If he had investigated correctly, the point was to learn more about this mysterious holiday the humans celebrated, but the concept behind the holiday still befuddled him. He could understand the concept of love. He himself had someone whom he cared about a lot, someone he could consider that he ‘loved’—though the other boil would never hear the skeleton say it aloud. But to celebrate love? How funny. And yet the other students seemed rather eager to participate in the booths.
Well, he supposed a lot of the booths were very “Valentine” themed, but he still felt hesitant about visiting the stalls. Perhaps he would visit them later, but for now he would watch from afar with a book in his hands. He sat beneath a tree, a book detailing the art of healing fear in his arms. TK flipped to where he had last left off and began to read.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 10:38 am
It really was very lucky that yet another student had settled under his tree. In the past week, this particular tree had become one of Matteo's lookouts, favored for the view it offered and the numerous coiled branches that provided acceptable cover. Clearly Matteo wasn't the only one to notice its merits, considering students' apparent penchant for sitting underneath it to brood.
This particular area seemed to be quieter as of late, probably because most of the students were congregating to the booths and stalls erected in honor of "Scarentines". Matteo understood the holiday in the vaguest of terms: it had something to do with love, pink, and human culture. He was considering visiting one of the attractions himself to try and understand how exactly any of those things made sense together, but perhaps this student, who willingly kept himself apart from the festivities, could give him a first-hand account.
Using a similar tactic he had with the last student he encountered here, Matteo tossed his strings down from the branches, but this time let Peppino land squarely on the boy's shoulder. The marionette leaned forward, towards the book, sharp teeth drawing back as he drawled,
"Whatcha reaaaaadin'?Syusaki Aw thank you for starting, Syu ; w;~
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 9:31 pm
He had figured there had been something suspicious in the tree, but TK hadn’t bothered to investigate further. So long as the thing chose not to disturb him as he read his book, then he would gladly ignore it and leave it alone. He lifted his head when he felt a weight on his shoulder, but remained calm when he turned toward the puppet, TK’s eyes glowing a faint gold in the darkness. His lips pressed together as he narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the toy. It was a lucrative thing and undoubtedly controlled by someone else. TK had to wonder who thought it would be fun to speak with a puppet.
TK looked up briefly before turning back toward the puppet. “Well,” he began politely, “this is a book about healing FEAR. It details out the basic techniques and the history of this kind of FEAR.” He flipped to the next page of the text. “Would you care to take a look?” The skeleton boil remained unfazed as he leaned over for the puppet to read. He didn’t think the toy could read, but may as well as play along for now, right?
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 9:11 pm
Flashes of cyan blue rustled faintly in the tree's dark branches as Matteo leaned forward. He couldn't read the book from here, as much as he'd tried, but it wasn't necessary; the boy explained it for him. Matteo caught a glimpse of bright gold eyes turning in his direction, and he darted further into the branches.
Well, he'd been caught faster than usual. A little smile played at his lips, curiosity piqued, while Peppino's face drew into a disinterested frown.
"Nah. It looks pretty boring. Yous a healer, or somethin', or this for class? Hey, what's yer name, guy? What're ya doin' out here with some dusty old book when there's that Scarentines thing going on?"Syusaki Aaaah sorry about the wait ;-; ESSAYS EVERYWHERE
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 5:09 pm
There was movement in the trees as something seemed to be moving. One could always chock it up to a minipet, but considering the current predicament, it wouldn’t be a stretch to hypothesize that a person was hiding in the tree. Eyes narrowed as he could have sworn he caught movement of a student, but said nothing before turning back toward the puppet.
“No, not a healer. Not at the moment, at least. I am, however, considering the possibility. Despite the size of my natural form I would prefer not to fight. I would rather observe and stay in the back, so I think healing would be a suitable option for me,” he answered honestly as he turned to the next page in the book. “You may call me TK and as for why I am not at Scarentines, I decided that such a function did not suit me. Perhaps I will go next year. But what about you? I could ask you the same question.”Vethrfolnir WOOPS I took forever I guess it's revenge for waiting??? Ahhh sorry u_u
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 5:38 pm
The puppet crossed his arms critically. Hearing the boil's name prompted a grin, a brief flash of pointed teeth coming free from the stitches of his mouth. "TK, eh? Nice ta meetcha. I'm Peppino. Ya talk real fancy-like, and I ain't no healer, but we gots one thing in common. Scarentines don't really suit me neither."
Soon, his expression returned to one of deep concentration, the cloth over his eyes knotting to form furrowed brows. "So, bub. What's yer natural form look like? Big'n'scary?" He grinned. "Lotsa teeth and glowy eyes?"Syusaki SYU~ It's okay!! In the interim Peppino's speech has gotten even more stereotypical worse.
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 8:21 pm
He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes when he spotted pointed teeth flashing between the doll’s lips. TK wanted to say it was unsettling, but the undead boil was not the type to get so frazzled so easily. “Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Peppino.” Breathless laughter before he continued, “I suppose I do speak a bit formally, but I think it is not necessarily a bad thing.” TK crossed his arm, a pale hand cupping his chin. “Ah, so may I assume you are more of a fighter? Someone who specializes in offense rather than defense or support?”
TK’s eyes crinkled slightly. “Yes, my natural form is rather big compared to most, but for my kind I am actually on the small side. I am about, hmmm, fifty feet or so? No teeth, but my eyes glow just like they are now.”Vethrfolnir If you have Sinclair does that mean I can have Sinclair/Wilson RP LOL....
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 8:03 pm
"Dat's right, fancypants." His tone was teasing, but the puppet looked amused more than anything else, as did his puppeteer up in the branches. "And -- seriously, ya call dat small? Have ya seen me? Unless ya mean small fer yer kind, but still -- damn."
Peppino angled his feet towards the ground, hopping off TK's shoulder. "Anyway, dis been real nice 'n all, but here's another thing we could be doin' -- you and me, night on the town, we'll have our own party dat don't have nothin' ta do with dis whole Scarentines deal. You in?"
As Peppino spoke, Matteo slowly lowered himself from the tree, hanging from a branch by his legs. Sneaking up on TK probably wouldn't work, seeing as the boil was most likely aware of his presence already, but it was worth a shot.
"Boo." Syusaki YES. Yes it does! 8D SINCLAIR MISSED YOU WILSON
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 2:24 pm
He knitted his brows together, thin lips mouthing fancypants… as he stared at the puppet. That was certainly a first, but at least it didn’t annoy him that much. It was all in good jest after all, right? The corner of his lips lifted into a small smile. “Yes. It is small for my kind. Most of my family is significantly taller than me, so I am hoping that I will be able to grow a bit while I am attending Amity.” TK leaned further against the tree, his book now carefully closed and tucked away into his bag.
“A party?” He pondered the suggestion. As an introvert, socializing with just one or two others wasn’t a problem for him. “Yes, I suppose I could agree to that.”
It was soft, but the skeleton managed to pick up the sounds of creaking wood. The emergence of a new voice confirmed his suspicions. He turned around to face the reaper with a polite. “Hello. You would be…?”Vethrfolnir YEAHHH I need me some Sinclair/Wilson RPs soon *v*
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 3:45 pm
Matteo grinned. It wasn't nearly as unnerving as his puppet's smile. He swung back up onto the branch to right himself before landing, gingerly, on the ground. "Matteo." He said. Standing, the reaper didn't cast an especially impressive figure, considering he was rather small and slight. The control rod on his back seemed to be wider than he was. He could sympathize with TK's wish to gain a few inches. Or feet.
He walked over to Peppino and scooped the puppet up into his arms. Soon, his curious eyes -- eye, the other obscured by both an eyepatch and bright blue hair -- were back on TK. "How did you notice me so fast?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 8:55 am
So the puppeteer chose to reveal himself at last. He smiled back at the reaper as the smaller student walked over to pick up his puppet. Curiously, TK’s gaze flickered toward the control rod on his back before looking into Matteo’s visible eye. “I like to think I am more observant than most,” he answered calmly as he stood up, book in hand. “As long as one pays attention, one can notice a variety of things that most would not notice otherwise.”
“Matteo, was it?” He stretched out a pale hand for a quick handshake. “Pleasure to meet you.”
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