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 Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 7:16 pm
Quote: Text from: Mot O'Boyle. Message: Come to my room, table's done!
Mot O'Boyle.
That name was so familiar past his absence from classes - Oh. That boil. The one who tried to guilt her and whine her out of going through the shed. The owner of those books that were stacked in the corner. The boil who was making the Student Council a war table.
Thankfully, no other horrible memories resurfaced. Just the ones that explained something to her. This should be interesting, to say the least.
Eventually she made it to the Reaper dorm, and after a little refresher of a glance at the dorm roster, headed straight to the Cowboil's room. Once there she took a moment to straightening out her clothes, hoping to make herself a little more presentable. She didn't realize however, that the poncho she had chosen to wear over her dress had once belonged to him. When she was ready, she knocked on his door.
"I'm here to see a boil about a table?" She inquired cheerfully, still doing her best to keep appearances.
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 7:20 pm
Mot opened the door, smiling ear to ear to see Amrita. "I would be that boil! Come in, come in!" He chuckled back, letting Amrita in. "Ah! I see you really like wearing my poncho. Have I converted you? Aren't they the best?" Mot keened, already moving over to show off the grand table taking up much of his small dorm room.
"So? What do you think?" He was eager to hear all about it, wringing his hands nervously.
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 4:19 pm
Amrita's sweet little smile remained plastered on her lips, though there was a flash of sudden understanding in her eyes. Ah. So this was his poncho...now how did she get it, exactly? She highly doubted it was anything other than innocently; her other self didn't seem to take anyone to bed, so...perhaps it was a hand-me-down somehow. That had to be it.
"I think you have! It's very comfortable, thank you for letting me keep it!" It was assumed it was hers now, and if she was wrong, well, she could simply pass it off as a joke. She followed him obediantly and was surprised to find a table of honest quality in front of her. For a long few minutes she was silent, her eye wide with awe as she stepped forward to brush fingers gently against the sturdy wood, and over the little etching that was an absolutely perfect map in the middle.
"It...it beautiful." The tone of her voice was nothing but sincere, though almost emotionally so. The war table was better than she expected; it was nearly fit for the King it would soon belong to. Perfection. One moment her gaze was almost hypnotically focused on the table, and the next she was spinning in a flurry of fabric to throw her arms around the much taller boil. "Thank you so much!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 5:04 pm
Mot's heart fluttered wildly, eagerly taking in Amrita's reaction to the table. He'd slaved away at it for months; painstakingly added detail after detail, and finished it all off with a few layers of sealant. It was immaculate, to say the least.
The hug was accepted with thin, bony arms wrapped tightly around the much shorter ghoul. "Awwww! You're most welcome! It was such a pleasure to work on."
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 5:24 pm
When she detached herself from Mot, she set to immediately straighten out her poncho and then pull some hair over her shoulder. "You put a lot of work in to this, I'm so pleased!" A grin split what was left of her lips and she leaned over the table again, tracing a finger along some lines of the map. "I can't imagine all the references you needed in order to get this! It is art, Mot, you should be so proud." Oh, she was so excited! So very excited. Aymet was going to love this - as will every one else, she was sure.
"...Although..." She started, trailing off as her expression settled into troubled.
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 4:34 pm
Mot's proud smile fell. "..Although?" He murmured, leaning in to hear what critical thing Amrita might have to say.
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 4:42 pm
Amrita's arms folded under her chest as she continued to look troubled, her gaze flicking between Mot and the lovely new table. "...How are you going to get it out of here?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 4:18 pm
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"Oh dear..." Mot mimicked her stance, his arm around his waist as he brought his free hand up to stroke his chin. "Troubling.."
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 6:47 pm
"Is it one solid piece, or can you detach the legs? It might help get it out the door, at least." Sharp corners were out, so perhaps they'd have to map out the dorms...
"Unless you have a bay window we can lower it out of?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 8:21 pm
"Mmm... no bay window. I got the smaller of the available dorm rooms here." He said with a dry chuckle. He looked over his table. "The legs can be removed, however, the table top itself is very heavy. I'd ordered it up here from the interwebs as a slab of wood." Himself and Amrita would not be enough to take it to the school or her own dorm. They'd barely make it down the hallway on their own.
"Oh bother... I know of very few who could help. I've been terribly out of touch with my friends and comrades as of late. I'd feel terrible asking them for help."
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 9:16 am
"Ah, well that is a shame." She gazed around the room as if realizing its size for the first time. "I'm guessing that the delivery creatures brought it here?" Meaning, of course, into the room. Mot certainly didn't look like the type that could handle it on his one. While she was no better, she still didn't imagine herself getting very far with it.
Actually, she didn't imagine herself helping at all.
"Mm." It was a bother, definitely. "And I want to keep this a secret still, so my friends who can help are out of the question." She put a specific emphasis on friends; Aymet was far from just a friend, but this Amrita insisted otherwise, so she would play that little game. Christof, well...she didn't like the way he made her remember things.
"Perhaps Critter can help." And hopefully, a certain two people won't apply. Her phone was pulled out from under the shawl, and after a little typing, it disappeared again. "And now we wait~"
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 1:36 pm
The waiting game it was. Mot offered Amrita a seat at his kitchen table, gently setting aside his embroidery work. "So.." He said while taking a seat himself.
He paused.
"Oh, um.. a lot of people have graduated! Do you know what you'll be doing after you leave?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 2:01 pm
Amrita took a seat as it was offered, mentally congratulating him on being so very chivalrous. It was good to know that it still existed. Her gaze was on the fabric and floss on the table, moved away so they may be able to sit unobstructed.
"So they have." She nodded to his observation, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. "I plan on going home." In this she was confident. There was a part of her that still believed this world was a game. The moment she was done with her chores here, she could go home. To the Shadow Kingdom, where she belonged. There was a part of her though, that was getting remarkably louder; it said that this was her home, not the Kingdom. Her gaze lowered as the thought wormed its way into her brain.
"Have you graduated yet? Do you have any plans?" She reached out then, drawing a corner of embroidered fabric closer to herself. Inspecting it before asking about it, of course.
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 2:03 pm
"Ah, no. I lack several requirements." Mot said with a quiet smile. "I plan to enter the ranks of the Bogeymen. Either as an enforcer of law, or simply do as my ancestors did and collect and harvest Fear."
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 2:20 pm
"Which requirements? I could likely help." The ghoul was sincere in that at least; he had helped her out a great deal with this table, it was the least she could do. Likely, anyway. His plans made her brow raise. " A Bogeyman, hmm? How would you go about getting that?" Her fingers still picked at the fabric, drawing more of it to herself and making more of the design apparent to her.
"Can you keep a secret?"
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