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 Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 11:47 pm
Riley had all but found a calming presence the moment Yaya's frame had broken her direct line of contact with Barth. She looked up at the ghoul, and allowed her to take over the effort of calming Christof down. She seemed to be doing an excellent job of it, and Riley's mind was focused on other things at the moment. She turned, and her eyes crinkled slightly at Christof, before she let him go and pushed herself back to her G-seat. A moment of shuffling, and she was once again cozily seated in her throne of green, looking none the worse for wear.
She did not, however, have much to say on the events that had just transpired. In fact, she had a very far away look, as though she had something very important to think about. Her head rested back on G, and her eyes unfocused as she lost herself in thought.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 11:51 pm
Whatever...things, had been drawing her attention before seemed to disappear as the she-wolf now focused solely on one thing. Maybe she had selective hearing and that was why this got through. That reaper had so not just said what she thought she said. Maybe LW had missed part of the conversation, which was why she was intently staring at Lilith, a frown on her face. Obviously she was working really hard to try and get through the haze that had started to muddle her brain functions.
She heard Ren's response and that didn't help either. Jackdamnit! Maybe she was thinking too hard. But that violet gaze wouldn't leave the reaper just yet. She blamed the pack like feeling she had determined she had with Ren. And you watched a fellow packmates back. At least you did when you were sober.
Only the tip of her tail was moving. Hey, was the reaper mad because Ren now had Barth's pants, courtesy of herself? Yeah, maybe that was it! So did she like Barth? Maybe she was jealous (OMG LW you are not drinking anymore)! Feeling better now, she allowed her gaze to wander away from Lilith.
"Huh?" LW turned to look at Ren. What had he just said?
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 11:53 pm
"Oh." Her face fell for a moment at the thought of no drink, but she smiled again due to the fact that Lilith said she was amazing. "I guess so!"
The ghoul next to Barth started to shift away.
"Barth, why is your ghoul-friend leaving?" She said, staring at her. (again)
Claire had a feeling that it might of been because she was making her feel uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry, miss! I know it's kind of weird being around his sister... If you like, I can leave?" She gave her a friendly smile.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 11:59 pm
Her pawing loosened his ravaged scarf, Christof's stitched lips twisting like a caterpillar crawling across his head as he twitched between a distressed frown and a baffled smile as he was lead away. Mistress hadn't protested at least, and she was safe and sound and everyone could be happy again and drink and whatever- he wished someone would at least offer him some of that cider. He might even have a syringe left over in his pocket somewhere. He highly doubted any of them would want to talk to him after his mad display. But those hands... those soothing hands rubbing away the anxiety and confusion like a hot shower, sending his nerve endings wild currents from where they contacted his skin all the way down to his toes.
Hold... her hand? He'd like that. He'd like that a lot. Like a lost child, he let her slide those tender dainty fingers around, his breath catching in his throat as he felt them cool against his large, disproportionate left arm and he couldn't help but follow where ever she lead.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 12:10 am
As they slipped back around the swamp beast's side, Hadiyya pulled the hunchback up beside G and the other demon now calmly resting in his lap. The conflicted way in which his stitched mouth kept fluctuating was still a little worrying, but there was a smile flickering in there somewhere, and that was at least a start. "Here we go." She soothed, a hand on his back as she herself sank down to her knees, back against G's side, and pulled Chris down beside her. Very close beside her.
Close enough that she could drape her long, henna painted legs across his lap while cradling his monstrous hand in her own, fingers playing over the roughness of his knuckles.
With a little careful maneuvering she'd successfully placed herself between the three students that she felt needed the most reassurance or calming, and she could still keep a watchful eye on Junko. Besides, Christof's lap was quite warm. Calder's shirt wasn't half so long as her skirts, and she was beginning to feel a little chilled.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 12:34 am
Christof wobbled, blood rushing in all the wrong directions now as he became entangled with Demon. His breathing quickened as his head spun with every tender touch. Alright. Alright. So he'd never been touched by a ghoul beyond a hand shake or a friendly pat or that time with Amrita in his room but that had been like... like... putting a little sister to bed! He hadn't... it hadn't seemed... His brain felt like it was shorting out, and he could imagine sparks and grinding gears as his movements became a hair more erratic. As another noise accidentally slipped his throat, his mind desperately reached out to Riley without looking away from the -oh dear Dark Lord she wasn't wearing any pants - Yaya wrapped around him.
M-m-m-m-mistress? Mistress? Mistress w-w-w-what do I DO? even in the voice of their mind's ears, it cracked pubescently in his horrified confusion. M-mistress?
Igors were generally not engineered for cuddling.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 12:43 am
Riley wasn't all there at the moment, simply because she'd been lost in thought. When Yaya moved herself between the group, Riley blinked and her eyes came back into focus. She turned her gaze down to glance at whatever had just pulled her out of her thoughts, and the first thing she saw were.. legs. Very nice looking legs. All over Christof. One brow perked, and Riley's attentions were instantly diverted to the spectacle.
She heard Christof's plea in her mind, but was slow to respond - she was particularly interested in how much design was imprinted on the legs of the ghoul before them. It was a lovely design.
Hm? Riley murmured distractedly, flickering her gaze to Christof. Oh, she realized with a chuckle that he was a little distressed, and she shrugged. I don't know. I'd tell you what I'd do, but I think that would just make you blush more. Poor thing looked like he was about to faint, just because a pretty girl was in his lap. Just enjoy it. She seems happy to be there.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 1:00 am
See? Now wasn't this nice? Everyone all calm once again and enjoying themselves. Some more so then others. Some REALLY more then others. She was actually quite comfortable, if a bit too upright for her own personal tastes.
Chris's hand was left to rest on her knee a moment as she braced both hands on the ground beside her, scooting her butt down until that too was up against the Igor's hip. It wasn't really a conscious act, not meant to tease or entice, despite the oh so scandalous way the shirt was beginning to creep up her thighs. No, Yaya had simply wanted to move so she could use G's leg as pillow. "See, now isn't this nice?"
A quick sweep of her arm and flick f her wist withdrew the long lengths of he hair from beneath her and subsequently sent them cascading over Riley's lap, but they were no longer in her way, so she was free to lay her head down. Chin tilted in such a way that she could train swimming blues on poor Junko. She hoped the round finished soon, the poor monster ghoul was looking a little wobbly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 1:01 am
Junko was quite content watching everything from her perch on Israfel's lap, even watching with a curious look as something attacked the patchwork boil. Uh ooooh! Did they have to fight?! Junko knew how to fight now! Kind of. Sort of. Okay, not really. She wanted to do stuff! Could she get up now? Was it Morton's turn yet? Junko hummed and swayed on Israfel's lap, pouting a little as she awaited her turn. Hmmm? Green-haired-well-dressed-avarice-demon-boil was going! Did that make it Junko's turn? Ohoh! That meant it was hurt turn, right? Yaaaaaay!
Hey wait, Yaya wasn't in her spot anymore! Whyyyy? Junko looked frantically for her friend for a moment and then breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted the ghoul, tilting her head a bit. Hey waaaaait! Where did Yaya get that chair? "I want to sit with Yaya." She pouted, sighing a bit. Oh wait! Right! It was her turn! Ummm...whoooo did sheeee want to daaaare...Yaya's chair was looking at Riley!
"Rileeeeeey!" Junko pointed at Riley, bouncing a bit on Israfel's lap. "Truth or daaaare my purpley octopus friiiiend." Yes, she know Riley is not an octopus...but she has tentacles...that's all that mattered.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 1:06 am
Colette eyed the demon, she was staring at her again. Weren't you supposed to look at who you were talking to or about? She was convinced the demon just couldn't be addressing her, up until the ghoul actually did seem speak to her anyway.
The Reaper's face flushed with red. Is she talking to me? No, no, no. That wasn't possible. Colette was not Barth's ghoul-friend. "I-it was just a dare.." She had stuttered, but managed to speak softly, now hurriedly mumbling uncomfortably, "I'mnothisghoul-friend."
Is this what students were thinking now? It was just a dare! Someone made him do it.
Colette stared at the ground and rubbed one of Dasher's hooves between her fingers as if he were a plush and not an unconscious minipet, it was an obvious attempt at relaxing. She was nervous and embarrassed, sure that Barth rather have anyone else other than her for a ghoul-friend. And this was obviously her fault. She had been sitting and talking with him for so long, it must have been giving people the wrong idea. The Reaper sat and waited for an annoyed, maybe even disturbed, protest from the boil.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 1:09 am
Riley found Yaya's constant shifting kind of amusing. Making yourself comfortable, I see. She murmured to the ghoul, bending forward slightly to pluck at a strand of hair - well if you're going to put it in her lap, she's going to do something with it. I know you, but I've never met you formally. My name is Riley. You're.. Yaya. Is this correct? She'd heard the name several times before.
Riley's attention was pulled away when Junko called out her name, and both brows rose slowly at her intoxicated friend. I don't know Junko, you don't look like you should be daring anyone anything right now.. Riley muttered hesitantly, while she settled back into G, obviously happy to have him as her big, comfy seat.
But, rules are rules. I choose dare. No one would ever hear her saying the truth, in or out of this game.
And I am not an octopus. She quipped in sudden, belated annoyance, though it was quickly stifled by distraction. Yaya, your hair is very soft. What do you use to make it this texture?
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 1:20 am
Wh-what? But...but it was Junko's turn! She pouted at Riley, an epic pout of epic proportions that just made you want to pity and obey. This ghoul was determined to give out a truth or dare to someone and damnit if it wasn't Riley it was going to be someone else! Though when Riley chose dare she brightened up considerably, a huge smile on her face. Yay! Riley chose dare! Yaaaaaay!
...Oh...wait, she had to come up with a dare for her now. Crap! Ummm...uh....! What? Pfft. Silly Riley! "Yeah huh! You're a friendly purple octopus who likes hugs and headpets. All friendly purple octop--OH! I know I know I know!" She giggled and bounced some more, completely forgetting she was sitting on someone's lap. She had her dare for Riley now! Junko looked so proud of herself in this moment.
"Because you are so friendly, you are going to return the favor nice Mister G has been giving you. Mister G is very nice to let you sit on his lap! You should let G sit on your lap fooooor, umm..teeeeeen minutes! Yes. Because friendly octopus return favors." Junko nodded her head sagely as if this was pure fact...because you know what? This was fact, and there was no changing it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 1:21 am
Amrita was absolutely beaming with pride when LW started laughing. It meant she was doing a good job, right?! Right. Nukpana should be proud of her! If she managed to see him before she forgot, she'd have to tell him how he saved her dare.
"I-I'm glad!" She sighed in relief, smiling at the nuzzle the pretty redheaded Monster ghoul gave her. It meant she did a good job! There was a surprised yelp when Ren ruffled her hair, and the fleshy half of her face lit up in a bit of a blush; hee, a compliment and a headpat! This boil was a nice one. "Th...Thank you." She said in a tiny voice, wiggling happily against LW for only a moment. The moment she could she awkwardly got back to her feet and headed towards Lizzy again, taking her seat beside the ghoul and near Tess and Livi.
Lizzy received a very bright smile and a return nuzzle - the Vetala was feeling mighty proud of herself! The poor Demoness would find the nuzzle quickly turning into a skull-faced headbutt as Barth called out in a stern voice, startling her. Wow, she didn't think that boil's voice could get that high and demanding!
Her gaze shifted to Lizzy again, unaware of the brief headbutt, and then nodded. Yes, that made sense. Let the purple thing fix this...but poor Christof. Poor, poor boil; he was so nice, but christmas was terrible. Absolutely terrible. Though, once the pretty girl started calming him down and draping herself on him, Amrita looked down, murmuring something about Lizzy's Pata-pata.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 8:51 am
Calder had been distracted by too much before all eyes had turned in one direction when a stitched undead – as Calder pretty much had it down that anything massively stitched was undead – went after a small deer. It didn't bother him. IN fact, he was wondering why everyone was looking. Where they hoping for a piece? It was far too small for that, but just like that, one demon rose and shouted at the boy, and in what looked like pure agony, the stitched up boil dropped his makeshift club and dropped to his knees.
And this is where Calder got confused and angry.
What was happening was quickly being talked about, and while Yaya and the purple monster rushed in to help the undead, no one else seemed too concerned. Uncomfortable and wanting to move on, yes, but not too concerned. It made absolutely no sense to him. First off, he now had a clear impression that the loud-mouthed boil was a master, which sent the boy far down Calder's list. He disliked masters and the idea of one, and for one to just shout at someone for getting a meal was pretty messed up to him. What an abuse of power!
It was also everyone's clear feeling that what he had done was right. Flustered, he looked around, confused. Since he had no one to voice this to, he was left fuming until, when everyone was set on moving on, Calder went on his hands and knees and crawled over to the group. He wanted to know if he was missing something. Something that made sense of all of this.
If they were hoping no one would bring this up and move on, then they'd have to wait a little bit longer.
"Okay, why did he get yelled at?" Calder said, jabbing a chin at a very flustered Christof. He seemed to be recovering quickly, and he was glad for it. "NO one was angry when that girl over there ate the jollyfox. Why did they get made at him for going after the deer?! It's not like both of them would have been any deader. Is it because that one has a master?" To which he meant the girl who had been hugging the deer. "…cause that is wrong. That shouldn't make a difference. He should have been allowed to eat the deer just like the girl did."
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 9:23 am
A chuckle followed the easy flow Riley's voice through her mind, and she tipped her head back so she could look up at the other demon ghoul. "Mm, yes." If somethings worth doing, it's worth doing comfortably. Not exactly how the saying went, but that was the way Yaya followed it. "And likewise. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Riley." She considered offering her hand up for a shake, but with her head almost in the other demon's lap, it sort of seemed redundant.
Besides the act, it was finally Junkos turn, and she'd picked her newest pillow as her victim. "Junko , you may return to me when it's the skeletal boy's turn once again, but not a moment before. Be a good girl." Her voice was a down right purr, both soothing and comforting, and easily betraying the slight buzz the marid was receiving from being wedged between Chris and Riley. They're tension, both sexual and otherwise, was absolutely divine.
"Hmm?" Riley's voice had eased back through her mind, and it dragged her gaze back up once again. "Oh, not so very much, a lot of it just natural, though I do use a very rich conditioner." A very pricey, rich conditioner at that. "Miss Junko has declared that you're a purpley octopus, my friend. You don't want to disappoint her, do you?" The look she turned up at the mindflay was far too contemplative and sly, and if she couldn't see the challenge in the swimming, Mediterranean blue of her eyes, she'd easily hear it recited in her mind. Junko had come up with a doosy of a dare. The only issue Hadiyya had with it, was her pillows would be moving for a little while.
With a sigh, the djinn sat up, slinging an arm over Christof's hunch to she could keep her balance, and that was about when Calder popped up to question them about the situation that'd just gone down. "It is because deer belongs to Colette, though I think it also had something to do with the nature of things. Claire was calm, and the jox belonged to know one. Sir Igor here was about to bludgeon that nightmarish little slice of Christmas town in a most violent way." Lips pursed, she turned her head to glance at the hunchback she was currently hanging on. "A bit of post traumatic stress syndrome, perhaps my dear?"
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