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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 12:36 am
"Are they gonna here soon? They should be here soon, right? Aaaaaaaaaah, I can’t wait!" Banshee had not stopped running around the house for three hours and her squealing had nearly shattered the windows once or twice, especially when she dragged all the bedding into the living room in preparation of building a pillow fort. By some grand twist of fate, Banshee and Thriller had discovered that they had met the very same Phony. White Death had become an instant hit; a best friend to whisper about at night. Then they’d doubled their fun when Thriller had met Dark Water. It had only been natural to follow up with a sleepover and now the day had arrived. "I think I see them!" Banshee pressed her face against the window. "Banshee dear, you’re fogging up the glass and leaving marks," Lullaby reprimanded lightly as he stepped towards the door. "Sowwy," Banshee slumped to the ground, unable to handle how excited she was anymore and whined at her brother. "Are they really here?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 9:26 pm
 While he wasn't quite showing as much enthusiasm as his sister, Thriller was definitely still excited. More than excited. He hadn't thought that both the sisters he and Banshee had met would be so amenable to coming over! Sure, he was a colt and they were all fillies--and that was possibly a little weird--but with friends as cool as White Death and Dark Water, who cared? It wasn't like anything else about the four of them was all that normal. Thriller did tend to wonder about that. Lullaby and Draft Punk, while super duper awesome, seemed to be, uh, missing a few traits as his and Banshee's parents. And while that had never been spelled out, well... ... maybe there had been a manufacturing mishap. Or maybe a dark fog DID follow them. Who knew. But anyway, who cared about mysteries when COOL FRIENDS WERE COMING OVER? Maybe they could play on the ouija board! "I think that IS them," said Thriller in a hushed whisper, putting his head against Banshee's.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 10:16 pm
 White Death had been cool and collected while they'd been getting ready. She'd been her usual snark-and-dark self for most of the walk to their friend's house, but once it was in sight a giant grin took over. She started anxiously prancing instead of walking. "Hey," she nudged her sister in the shoulder, "do you think this is what normal phony families do?" She couldn't help but giggle a little at the end of that. She had friends! Like, real friends, that you met and then continued to do fun things with! Better than that was that they'd met and befriended her sister too! Her best friend ever was going to a slumber party with her at the house of two other phonies they'd both met by chance. Getting to the front door White Death paused. Did she knock? Did she ring the doorbell? What was the polite thing to do? She'd never been to anyone else's home before.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2015 2:47 pm
Likewise, Dark Water remained outwardly cool as ever, even in the wake of her sister's growing enthusiasm. She humored her sister's snark with deadpan rebuttals of equal caliber. At the nudge, Dark glanced to White Death passively. "Are we pretending we're normal tonight?" she teased, uncertain but just as curious. It would certainly be an interesting affair to see a stereotypical family function in action. Not just with a front row seat, but full out participation. When they stopped at the door and her sister gave pause, Dark Water took initiative; she gave a few soft knocks with the tip of her hoof and held her head high in waiting. White Death's friend Banshee was one Dark hadn't met before but with a name like that her interest was certainly piqued.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 3:37 am
White Death rested her head against her sister's when Dark Water took over and knocked on the door. It was hard for White Death to admit but she was not as cool as her sister. Usually she tried too hard and just came off as mean. So it was nice when she didn't have to try because Dark Water would just do it for her. "I don't want to be normal, I like us the way we are. It'll just be fun to see how the other half lives." Though she did wonder if Banshee and Thriller's parents had the same interesting markings and eyes that the kids did.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 6:47 pm
There was a knock at the door. "Open the doooor," Banshee whined out as if with her last breath. Lullaby held back a laugh and opened it wide, welcoming in the two fillies. "Hello, you two. Please come inside. Banshee and Thriller are so excited to have you over." He cast a quick glance up and behind them, looking for a parent. Nobody. Should he ask? Not yet. "I’m getting you some snacks ready, so make yourself at home." He closed the door behind them and left them in Banshee and Thriller’s care while he finished preparing the food. Banshee was still on the floor, completely overcome by excitement and clearly close to death. " Eeeeeiiiiiiii," she said anyway in greeting.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 9:26 pm
Thriller was, well, thrilled. And with Banshee clearly expiring on the rug with no hope of recovery, it was up to him to make the guests feel welcome. He straightened his… uh…self in the mirror and then went up to the door after his dad, smiling from ear to ear. "Good morrow!" What? No. "I mean, good evening!" Thriller said in his best, most polite, slightly strange voice. He stepped charmingly over his sister's twitching form and slid to the doorway. "Ladies, so lovely to see you again. Please, do come in." He ushered them in with all alacrity, one hoof out to show them the way. If normal was what the sisters were LOOKING for, uh… it wasn't here.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 6:21 pm
Dark Water eyed her sister curiously while still facing the door, the smallest hint of a smile pulling one side of her mouth. "I don't want to be normal, either."Her expression returned to neutral just before the door opened and the two fillies looked up to see a comparatively normal adult greeting them. "Hello," Dark Water greeted Lullaby with equal parts formality and curtness. Only when they were inside and she saw another black babben casting out her death rattle did Dark Water ease some. "Morrow," she repeated dryly to Thriller, teasing. "Thank you for having us. Hello, Banshee." She gave a short nod in the dearly departed phony's direction. It felt a bit strange forming a group like this without their brother. Dark Water had been somewhat reluctant to leave Gloomy Glade out of the event but as protective as she was over the timid colt she knew he needed to gain independence.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 6:17 pm
The problem with dying slowly on the floor was that you were dying on the floor and could not be as excited as you might otherwise be. It was with that thought that Banshee decided to step back from the gates of death and rolled herself into sitting position. "Hello! Hello! Hi! Hello!" Then she was on her hooves and grinning from ear to ear. "Hello Dark Water! I’m so SO happy to meet you!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 9:26 am
White Death did her best not to squeal girlishly at her friend's death wail. She smiled at and thanked Lullaby before making her way over to Thriller to bump him in the shoulder. "Good morrow, my fine fellow!" She trailed off just at the end of the sentence as she rushed towards Banshee. "Oh no, no, no! Go back to dying so we can hold a proper funeral for you! We can lay coins on hour eyes and flowers at your feet!" She looked to her sister and beamed devilishly. "Or we could find garlic and give them mock vampire burials."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 9:38 am
Thriller smiled broadly that his mess-up hadn't been too... mess-uppy. The expression was certainly ghoulish on his face, but he wasn't too concerned about how the visitors would take it. Instead, he nodded with every expression of pleasure on his face: "VAMPIRES," he said. "That may be the ticket." He stood over his sister, becoming mournful. "Here lieth the true and excellent beauty of Banshee, turned into a vampire by Dracula himself." He shot a glance at Dark Water and White Death. "BEWARE, young maidens, for soon she shall rise! Rise to take a drink of your blood, should you not take the proper precaution! Bewaaaare!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 9:51 am
"Likewise," Dark Water inclined her head just slightly to Banshee with a ghost of a smile. To her sister, and then Thriller as they joined in an enthusiastic chorus of mourning, death, and warning, Dark Water chuckled softly. "How dreadful," she said, eyeing the freshly undead Banshee with some scrutiny. Dark Water turned on her hoof to look around the immediate area for any sign of the kitchen, her voice calm all the while. "We certainly can't have that. Where do you keep your stakes? Or perhaps a brick between her jaws would do the trick." These were, of course, essential vampiric funeral items and must be kept at easily accessible locations in every household.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 1:10 am
If dead vampire Banshee was what they wanted, it was exactly what they were going to get. “I am dead but I shall rise again!” She declared. The filly let out a sudden shriek and collapsed (artfully) on her side. She knew her brother would do the work of narrator and that with every gasp of breath or twitch would mean the glorious rise of Banshee Vampire Queen.
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