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 Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 9:16 pm
Piper knew something was wrong at approximately 6:24PM that afternoon when, after a slew of test messages were made to confirm something with Brenley, he failed to both show up or even answer them. Most of them had even invoked his bet-slave condition! A binding contract! Bah, if he had been a demon, she would be all over his a** . . .
Well, not like that. His face would get attention first.
W-With a fist. Lots of punches. Natch. Probably some fire too just to really show what a bad idea it was to insult her in this manner.
The mage huffed as she left the cafeteria with only an apple to chew on, slighted that she had to eat alone that evening without her order of maul food to supplement it. Piper had yet to really get a side job and was skimping off what little allowance she was allowed (which of course had to be used more on hair and skin products than getting good food, this went without saying). Just becasue they didn't need to eat didn't mean a ghoul didn't get her some damn cravings now and then! The hell was Brenley doing anyway.
Was he ignoring her oh Jack he was gonna get his a** whupped if he did this on purpose.
Piper knew him enough that he wouldn't, but still, implications. It didn't take much to set her temper off, and with a grumble she stomped her way through the commons to head back to the reaper dorms, her hear seeming poofier with anger.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 9:31 pm
Unlike Piper's crisis, Ignatius' day had honestly been fairly normal so far, if a little quiet.
... Okay, maybe a lot quiet, but Ignatius hadn't quite figured out the trick to making Halloween the type of permanent celebration Independence Town was yet. There was nothing that could really trump that--and a lot of the citizens of Halloween would probably argue it was better that way, though Ignatius still had to wonder how he could get his hands on an interworld transport passport so he could go ahead and join the party without getting thrown into jail--
Whereas Piper was attempting to storm out of the commons, Ignatius was just entering. His legs had been bouncing all over the place as much as his mind seemed to be--typical, really--and he had just finished a run around the dorms and to the commons. Food sounded like a good idea after a run, so perhaps he would make his way towards the cafeteria.
Though he should probably do some stretches first--
Whoa, that was a lot of hair.
Ignatius was side-tracked (again) and glanced in the direction that the blue-haired reaper was headed, surprised by the sheer amount of afro on that girl's head. Impressive. Wait-- he had seen afro that big before, hadn't he?
Wonderland.
Hmm...
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 9:57 pm
She was stuck in the middle of how exactly she was going to punish Brenley's insubordination--do her homework, feed and walk and brush her minies, buy her some skellyphone accessories, wash her feet, clean her room, then get her some good food--when she felt it. Staring. Now a natural rising star of Piper's magnitude was used to such things thanks to her hair, but today she simply couldn't take it without venting some of her rising annoyance out on the poor stranger.
(It would also help establish the fiery passion that she would unleashon the stage later in life as well.)
"Got something to say?" Piper prompted with a scowl, rounding on the--huh. Wait a second. Now it was her turn to stare.
Staring. Staring. Blinking.
Hold on a sec.
Slowing, she turned her whole body to face the not-quite-stranger, trying to remember how the phrase went. "Hey, so do you think scareons totally love, um . . . s**t . . ." She'd used the phrase on Brenley how could she forget now.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 10:19 pm
"Classics, right?"
Ignatius didn't miss a beat.
"Yeah. Scarerons love the classics." There was a small laugh. "Really was a ridiculous phrase wasn't it. I kind of pulled it out of my a** and I guess it stuck at least somewhat." Was he sidetracking? He was sidetracking. He shouldn't do that it wasn't going to get him anywhere. Ignatius cut himself off and cleared his throat, grinning. "Anyway. I'm going to guess you're afroQueen?"
The main thing that clued him into that was the fact she had that afro, but it was also helped a bit by the fact that she was the female of the two of them. Biggie was a male and also taller than Afro here was.
"I'm probably obvious," and he took pride in the fact that he was obvious, thanks, "but I'm RoyalBlightning. If you didn't make the connection yet."
Who was he kidding? Electric skin, glowing eyes, dark blue with shock of light blue hair--he was as obvious as a fire elemental in a pack of ice demons and he liked it that way.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 3:41 pm
"Yeah, I got that much," Piper said quickly, not wanting to come across as slow-witted (that'd become obvious enough around people anyway). "And, uh, duh." She tossed her hair and broke into a smirk. "Who else got this amazing 'do, huh? Nice to meet ya back in the real world, blight."
And not try and be all secretive about it unlike a certain someone whose a** she still needed to whup.
"Oy, you seen Brenley around? Biggie," she clarified. "He owes me big time and hasn't been answering his texts for a while now. I'm actually about to just storm his dang room right now if you want in."
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 4:25 pm
Ignatius grinned. "That's definitely quite an amazing 'do," offered the lightning elemental, giving out compliments easily. It certainly got his attention and he liked things that got his attention--plus it seemed to suit her personality from what little he had managed to glean from her already.
Brenley? Who was -- oh, Biggie!
... Man, his real life name was even dorkier than his in game name was. Or in dream. Or in nightmare. Whatever.
"Actually, I haven't." He tapped his chin, pointing towards the door. He was going to take a shot in the dark and guess that if she knew where his dorm was, he was probably also a Reaper. Ignatius knew where the Reaper dorms were and honestly this sounded much more interesting (and quite possibly hilarious) than eating something from the creepateria was. There was a reason they called it the creepateria, after all, besides for the fact they were in Halloween.
"Way more interesting than what I was about to do, count me in. To the reaper dorms, right?"
He'd check before he went running off in that direction, at least.Ol-j-man Noticed a typo and have to fix it, sorry for the double-quote >>a
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 10:17 pm
"Oooo, he's in for it, then."
Piper's brisk walk became a jog as Ignatius joined her, scowling at the stylish mansion of a building; her neck of the woods hadn't put as much credence in this whole Victorian schtick. It served as just one extra irritation as she stormed the first floor and beelined for Brenley's room.
They were less knocks and more childish fists beating at the door. "OY. Bet slave, getcho dumbass out here before I make you regret it even more!" Nobody ignored the queen.
There was no noise within. She roughly knocked a few more times before trying the knob just for the hell of it--naturally, it was locked. She turned to Ignatius with a sly look, tapping her chin.
"Let's try the window." She wasn't sure if Brenley was the kind to keep that open, but it was worth a shot; attempting to break the door down would just look awful on her, plus repair costs.
Seiana_Zi sorry about the wait, my chair broke over the weekend and I had to borrow one @@ and now finals time cry Smerdle in case you wanna describe the room for us first
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 6:52 am
Normally, Bren wouldn't have left his window unsecured had he known he was going away on a lengthy journey, but this time he hadn't been given the chance to do anything about it. His window was not only unlocked, it was slightly ajar, faint scuffs of dried mud on the sill and visible through the glass on the floor inside as well.
There was no furniture directly under the window to ease their way into the room, just the same large sheet of thick plastic that covered most of the wooden floor. The interior was dark, but there was enough light coming through the windows to see well enough until someone crossed the room to the switch near the kitchen. A metal-topped lab table stood to their left, piled with notes on magic instead of chemistry, as well as a number of rocks, twigs, beakers and vials in varying sizes. The focal point of the table seemed to be a glass rod striped with color that was propped up in a tall plastic cup with a faded picture of a clown on it. A wand.
A glass cabinet stood to the right, its first shelf filled with neatly labeled one-use enchantments for everything from dry cleaning and dusting to voice amplification. The second shelf had more rocks and a few shells on it, some of them painted. The third housed only one thing: a well kept wooden box that when opened, contained a tattoo needle and a jar of faintly glowing ink, both of which rested on a bright blue layer of cloth.
Another metal table sat along the same wall as the first, and between them there was a foot or two of space. On the floor was a small, shiny screw. It was probably from the vent near the ceiling.
Something was scratching at the privacy screen that separated this room from the front door.Quote: u asked for it :BThe kitchen is generic, with a sink, counter, tiny dorm-sized fridge, and nearly empty cabinets with dishes, soup and cookies inside. The fridge has a lot of bottled water in it. There are also a pair of glass bowls on the floor, one with a couple of FEAR candies in it and one half full of stagnant water.
If you want to enter the bathroom/bedroom/front door area or open the vent (just grab any old thing to unscrew the other three screws), quote me and I will unleash the krakens.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 8:23 am
Ignatius had to admit the Reaper dorms always had looked a little stodgy, but then again the Ghost dorms looked like a hodge podge mess of a mixture of nonsense, and that worked perfectly well for them.
Everyone had their own thing he supposed.
The door was locked. That in itself wasn't surprising. The fact that there was no response to Piper's continued knocking, though? That was a bit odd. Maybe he hiding... After all, he had crossed Piper. Ignatius snickered. "To the window?"
He headed off in that direction, but not before adding a, "To the wall," humming under his breath.
When they arrived at the window, there was one thing he immediately noticed.
"Mud."
It was everywhere--on the sill, and some even was tracked inside. Brenley hadn't come off to him as someone who liked climbing and rolling in mud so it did hit him as slightly odd, but... Nothing to raise a brow at yet.
Though Ignatius' buzzing brain loved a good mystery.
"Looks like it's open."
It was worth noting he still didn't see Brenley, but maybe he just needed to explore a bit. Ignatius climbed through the window and then offered a hand if Piper needed a boost.Ol-j-man D: Totally understandable! Good luck with finals ;;
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 10:44 am
Piper might or might not have stifled a snicker because song references.
The mud part caught her attention first as well, coming to the same conclusions Ignatius did. Brenley always looked clean when she saw him at any rate and, well, the whole nerd thing struck her as coming with a sense of hygiene because of science and all that junk. "Boil has shitty locks if a breeze can open it," she snickered, taking the ghost's hand and boosting herself up and over the window threshold and into the room.
Piper had never been inside before, now that she thought about it. Her natural instinct was to mess with everything, half out of curiosity and half to get back at Brenley. As expected, he had a room totally dedicated to complete nerdery. She wondered if she could cause a small explosion with enough meddling. Science always had a way of exploding things, right? But a lot of this stuff was more based on things she could understand, namely magic; the cabinet of enchantments, for instance, drew her attention. She'd derided Brenley's brand of magic before in battle, but looking at the applications outside of it made her wonder just what else he could do . . . and, more importantly, how she could reap the rewards of it while he was still her slave.
"Guess he did somethin' dumb, like a weird experiment?" Piper thought aloud, checking the walls for a light switch. "He's all into that stuff." If the room hadn't clued Ignatius in already. She cupped her mouth and called out, "Oy, B-Ren, we busted in yo room, so just come out already!"
And thus, assuming the scratching at the screen was just him giving himself away, she went to move it.
Seiana_Zi AHH SKEET SKEET SKEET SKEET
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 12:51 pm
Instead of concealing a not-so-stealthy reaper, the screen was protecting the room from a shiny-loving dromaiusaurus. The creature wriggled through as soon as there was enough space for it to, but instead of making a beeline for all of the glass and magic, it whipped around the corner and wolfed down the pair of FEAR nuggets in its dish. Then it screeched.Ol-j-man the spirit of bren is aghast Seiana_ZI at your musical tastes XD
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 1:06 pm
... He kept a minipet behind a screen? Why did he do-
Well, that was strange.
Ignatius watched the clearly distressed dromaiusaurus take itself in a beeline across the room to eat at what looked to be a couple pieces of food in a bowl. And then it screeched.
"Drommy seems hungry," observed Ignatius, looking around for some minipet food. He had a few minipets himself and knew that they had particular requirements... But why would Brenley not feed a minipet? That didn't match up. He didn't seem cruel or anything even if he hadn't quite figured out what the screen was for.
Ignatius flicked the light on as he walked further into the kitchen.
"Hey Piper! When did you last hear from Bren?"
This was mostly called into the cabinets, but Ignatius was naturally loud.Ol-j-man Ignatius says his taste in music is impeccable. Smerdle It's two against a spirit.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 6:46 pm
By Shiva's skins, it was ugly.
Piper immediately backed away and let the minipet go do its thing with a small yelp, followed by a small series of, "ew, ew, ew, ew, ew" under her breath. That thing looked hungry alright. Her own grumpkings had acted similarly when everyone had gone out into the horrible Wonderland adventure, but then again that had only been for a day and the pair were also gluttons (she was probably over feeding them, now that she thought about it).
At Ignatius's question, she paused. "Uh." Hastily she whipped out her phone and scrolled through her logs, a frown creasing her face. ". . . A while, actually. I mean, I'm not clingy or anything, but I guess that's kinda weird, huh . . ." So an open window, no contact, and a starving minipet. Even someone like Piper was starting to get the hint that something was off here.
Backing away from the domaiusaurus, she doubled back to the lab and explored a little more, letting her fingers drag along the countertop as she searched for more clues. Maybe he'd left some sort of note? Wait, why the hell would he do that, Pipes? It didn't look like anyone was supposed to be there, duh. She hissed in pain when her bare foot stepped over something small and metal, the screw rolling to and fro when she lifted it.
"Whole month. He's gonna be my slave for a freakin' month," she declared with a scowl as she plucked it off the ground. Now why the hell . . . Looking around, Piper noticed the vent was missing a screw. Uh. That's strange.
Curious, she focused her Fear and summoned several vine-threaded robins, sending them up to investigate. As their claws touched down on the screws, the vines would extend and break form to twist them. "Anything over there?" she called to Ignatius as she watched them work.
Seiana_Zi why use tools when you have magicSmerdle bren u have no taste get out oh wait
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 8:13 pm
In one of the cabinets under the sink, there was a bag of minipet chow, secured shut with a rubber band. Screech screeched again, hopping around Ignatius' feet and looking up at the boil as mournfully as an ugly dinosaur could.
When one looked inside the vent, it contained what looked like a used incense burner. A bit of some sort of residue remained on its surface, but there was no way to tell what it had been used to burn. Still, it was rather strange that it was even there in the first place.Ol-j-man you make ghost bren sad trolol
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 8:36 pm
The minipet was kind of adorable!
... In that undead, screechy sort of ugly dinosaur way.
Forgetting the fact that they had a bigger problem right now--namely, where the Jack was Brenley?--Ignatius cooed at the little "Dommy," taking out the bag of minipet chow. "Who's a good boil? You are! Yes you are! What a good boil!" Easily, Ignatius took the rubber band off the minipet chow and marched over to the bowl, pouring a whole bunch into the bowl--a significant amount, since he didn't know how long the minipet had gone unfed. Piper did say it had been "a while" since she had heard from him.
"Good boil!" exclaimed Ignatius, backing away from the bowl to let the little minipet in no doubt attack the food. He hadn't a doubt in his mind what the minipet would do, especially since it was an ugly dinosaur.
Oh, right, maybe he should see if anything else was weird in the cabinets...
Rubberbanding the food back up so the little minipet wouldn't raid the entire kitchen, Ignatius placed the minipet food back away and looked through all the cabinets. It seemed pretty generic, honestly. A little sparse even. Did Brenley even eat? He was a reaper so he was pretty sure it was more necessary for Brenley to eat than Ignatius, right? Admittedly his knowledge of reapers was fairly limited...
"Nothing really of note in here! Though it looks like Brenley left water and FEAR candy on the floor..." Ignatius plucked those up and put them back on the counter.
If there was a Boogeyman in there, they would have scolded him for tampering with the crime scene.
Ignatius strolled back into the Nerd Room (TM) and started to look through some of the cabinets in that room, trying to look for anything that was out of place. He, of course, spent a particular amount of time looking in the glass cabinet, lifting some of the enchantments curiously. He wondered if Brenley would notice if he maybe took one or two of them to maybe help find Brenley. Sure. That was why he wanted to take them. Some of these looked incredibly interesting. He kind of wanted to play around with them. Ignatius's hand reached out and he grabbed one before --
No no no. Focus.
The other things in the cabinet were just rocks and a box.. which contained tattooing instruments? Did he tattoo himself or was he like those Engraver ghouls?
"You see anything? Maybe we should check the other rooms."
Briefly, he glanced back over in the minipet's direction to see how he was doing.xOl-j-man ~*~Magic~*~, best way to do something.
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