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 Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 9:01 pm
 The Upstairs BathroomsThe bathroom is very small; it takes only five steps to get from one side to the other. The floor is porcelaine and stained; the walls are a particularly revolting shade of green. The light above flickers. To the left, there is a sink, set into some kind of cabinet, and a mirror above it. Beside it is a toilet. To the right is a clawed bathtub, curtains pulled and water running. There is some kind of fur-skinned rug between the two. There is a chair against the far wall, between the sink and the bathtub and just beyond the rug. There is a picture on the far wall; on the sink is a stereo, loudly blaring static.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 9:28 pm
Kochi wasn't all too shocked when their little limbs sprung out of their cases and they made a grab for her. This was like that one time in rome when there was that mob, and, and- Kochi writhed under their freaky little hands, lashing out and tears at them when she could, for she really was quite an efficent flailer. All body parts grabbed out and claws were bared, not to mention that even as they were carrying her about she was STILL gobbling them back as fast as she could. Because for freaky little baby monsters, they tasted DELICIOUS. No matter what species babies often did. Even their wiggling little limbs in her organs didn't bother her. The volatile acidic blood in her stomach would break them down and transfer them into her own body soon enough, and their pathetic attempts to hurt her didn't quite matter.
Breaking undead flesh was not easy, not flesh that was this old and this hard. When the woman was finally desposited in the bathroom, she was severely aggitated. Having grabbed and eaten as many eggs as she could she was satisfied in that aspect, but that spider had gotten away, and so had the rest of those egg babies. How... DISGRUNTLING. "Ich glaube, mich laust der Affe." Silver eyes flickered around the room, remarking in how... normal the room looked. The rest of the building was all ******** up, so why was this room normal?
She hummed to herself as she stood, brushing off some goop. Kochi would of probably torn off her gross clothes had it not been for the notion that her son being horribly embarrassed. Standing there blushing like hell, saying some nonsense about her being indecent. Bah. Scanning the area, she licked her lips and strolled over very casually to the stereo and frowned.
Hated technology. See? Broken. Never ******** words. The woman poked at the buttons, scowling, not being able to get it to stop making that racket. She solved the problem by smashing at it with a fist, breaking the hell out of it. Now with a sense of accomplishment, still humming, she headed for the door and tried the knob.
Translation: Well, I'll be damned
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 9:37 pm
Oddly enough, the stereo seems to work better now that it's broken than it did whole. Something metallic clinks to the floor as soon as Kochi turns; from the remains of the stereo plays Peter Gabriel's "Digging in the Dirt."
The door is, unsurprisingly, locked.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 9:48 pm
The black wings atop her head twitched at the music, one eye following the trend of twitching as she twisted the door knob angrily. "FICKEN SIE!" She shouted at the door. GOD, this music was AWFUL! Kochi was not fond of current day music, it was all crap to her, she was used to the old german opera and pianos and all that stuff. Not this singing and guitars and bad hair bullshit. "ICH! WERDE SIE FICKEN!!" The woman turned to scream at the music player, "FICKEN SIE! DIES!" She hollered, giving up her fight with the door to stomp towards the music player. Pointing a clawed finger angrily at it she tapped at it as if it were a persons chest. "FICKEN MUSIK!" And with that declaration, she grabbed the CD player and chucked it against the door as hard as she possibly could.
((Variations of ********, including ********, ******** YOU, and ******** MUSIC! among other wonderful varities.))
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 9:54 pm
The door bends with the force of the CD player thrown against it -- and promptly returns the motion, ricocheting it back towards the vampire. If it could speak, it'd probably be snickering and saying something along the lines of "Told you so."
Finally the music dies down, only strains and snatches of it vocalizing, until it turns off completely. This leaves only background noise: something that immediately reminds her of Morty's voice, but too low and too garbled to make out the words.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 10:03 pm
Kochi didn't duck in time to not get hit by the CD player, as she had never really learned to dodge because it was useless. She did, however, growl at the door and flip it off before crouching down next to the now broken machine.
"Urr?" One ear pressed to the gizmo she picked up and cradled in her arms. She couldn't quite pick out the words, but she recognized the voice. That was one thing she knew, his voice, and his scent. As far as everything else went she wasn't too hard to fool, but the voice was surely his. "Sohn?" God damned technology, she had NOO hope of figuring this thing out. So Kochi resolved to what she did best. Tearing up the room till she got her answers. First the mirror met its maker. The CD player was thrown at it while her tail swung to lay one massive blow against the toilet in an attempt to shatter it. Mind you, the tail very much resembled that of an alligators, and well, those things could break bones with ease.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 10:07 pm
The mirror smashes; the toilet breaks in half, water spilling out and flooding the floor; the water's still running in the bathtub and the stereo/CD player ceases its whispering. Nothing spectacular happens.
Until the water meets the stereo, of course, immediately sparking an electrical fire. The stereo starts shrieking intelligibly without pause in Morty's voice.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 10:12 pm
If you thought this stereo was shrieking horribly, you obviously were deaf to Kochi's horrible cries of absolute terror. The woman, just as she had before, practically FLEW to the ceiling, clutching onto it for all she was worth. "FEUER, FEUER, FEUER!" She howled in distress. The voice was at such a high pitch, if that mirror wasn't broken before it would of been now. DAMNIT, woman, why did you have to go and start a fire?! TECHNOLOGY, damnit, when she got home, she was going to bust the hell out of Mortys headphones and all that computer s**t. In the old days when she broke things stuff didn't just explode in ******** fire! Bullshit!
Frantically trying to get away from the fire she didn't even hear her sons voice, instead she was now trying to claw her way through the ceiling.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 10:20 pm
The fire continues raging; it does not reach her up on the ceiling, but quickly spreads wherever the flooding toilet water has pooled.
After a minute, the fire begins spreading vertically -- not in the fast, flickering way as fires tend to do, but almost as if it has become water itself, filling a mold in the shape of a certain babylonian Fa'e. The fire version of Morty casually picks the remains of the CD player from the water, bobbing his head to the silent beat and completely ignoring her.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 10:27 pm
What the ********? Kochi was not a fan of magic and manipulating magic, and this was begining to resemble some ******** up form of wizardry. Stopping her clawing, one hand reached out, wavering between reaching for her son and going for the ceiling.
In the end, survival instincts won over maternal. Could you really blame someone who just scarfed down a bunch of egg babies, though? She was JUST about to try and blow the fire out pathetically when she remembered earlier on, that guy blew fire on those flaming doors and it only made it worse. So she went into nuts mode of attacking the hell out of the ceiling, followed by trying to kick a hole in the wall, and if that didn't work then simply crawling to the corner furthest away from her flaming kid.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 9:13 pm
There is no ignoring the damage Kochi is doing to the walls; bits of plaster rain down on fire!Morty, causing him to wince and shoot a furtive glare towards her direction. "Mum? Are you playing Spiderman? What're you doing up there?"
At least the fire seems contained wholly within his form, the water steaming beneath his feet.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 9:36 pm
Her head turned about so fast, her hair spun around and smacked against the wall with a very audible WHAP. "Gruh? Sohn? Mortimer?" A brow raised as she stared at him. There was no possible way this was her kid. He was probably passed out somewhere in the fetal position.
NOT made of fire in the bathroom. This was so wrong, and so twisted. She'd of been all over the situation if it hadn't of been for that fire. How could of the house possibly known?! Nearly shaking in her metaphorical shoes, as she didn't wear shoes, she found herself huddled up in the corner ceiling of the room. Her arms were starting to hurt a bit though, but she didn't want to touch the floor for fear of the fire spreading.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 10:10 pm
Morty's forehead wrinkles in worry. "What's wrong? You're acting kind of weird. Do I have a bug on my face? not that I'd be surprised, considering this crazy-as-hell place..."
He places the ruined, charred remains of the stereo back onto the sink before going to try the door. It's still locked, of course, and he begins rattling and banging on it, trying any way he can to get it open by force.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 10:40 pm
"Sie sind in Brand, er," A very shaky but still extremely deep voice tried to form these unnatural english words, a wavering arm pointing one finger at him as she shrunk back into the corner. Unable to support herself, mainly from the fact that this was shaking up her nerves, she slipped down into the corner of the bathtub where she hoped fire couldn't get her and wrapped her arms around her knees. "You, you, you're, uh, Wie macht Sie sagen, on fire?"
This was seriously ******** up. She did not want to be in this room trapped with one of the two things in the world that could kill her. Mind you, even then she wouldn't be dead untill her soul was released, she'd be trapped in whatever ashes in a state of ******** up consiousness- OH GOD, stop thinking about this. The German woman wanted to DO something, she wanted to BREAK through something, but no, she was stuck in the corner of a bathtub hugging her knees just waiting for her freaky fire apparition of a son to do something. It hadn't yet occured to her to actually try and put him out, of course, especially seeing as she WAS in a bathtub. SHe was much too focused on the fact that he was made of fire.
She vowed to make him dye his hair after this.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 10:53 pm
Mortimer turned to face her, giving her a disbelieving look that plainly conveyed his belief that perhaps he should invest in a special straightjacket for Mother's Day. He quickly seemed to think better of his attitude, however, and managed to look properly somber. "It's probably just some trick this thing -- " to punctuate this, he banged on the door once before finally backing away, "--is playing on you, mum."
Her first time back in the Fa'e HQ and this was what resulted?! He'd be lucky if she ever let him return here alone ever again! (Not that he was even supposed to be here. If there was one good thing about this, at least nothing was harassing him for the Anya Gem... yet.)
"I'm not on fire. I'm okay, see?" He placed a clawed hand on the bathroom wall for a moment and then pulled away, leaving nothing -- no charred marks or anything that marked him as being on fire, except the fact that he actually was visibly on fire. "I fainted after that spider thing and then I heard music playing and.. woke up here."
With that, he turned to give the room a good, solid look. "There must be a way of opening this door around here somewhere..."
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