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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 8:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 8:38 pm
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PAYBACK
In finding her s**t in her 'second home', a.k.a. Mac's room, messed with, Hel, of course, first blamed Mac. She was going to go Charlie horse him too, but then there was one, half eaten clue that saved him. The cupcake.
That cheeky little ghoul.
Then, being on campus for right now, Hel learned it was Prank Week. Well then. Despite being a ToTer, pranking was not Hel's strong suit...but she'd give it the ol' college try. First, might as well re-live her first year a bit. Hel shoved something into the lock of Mac's door, and then ducttaped the door shut from the inside and out. She then climbed out the window, and upon landing on the ground, grinned as she pulled out a purple glove from her side pouch.
Hel cackled as she slipped it on, flexing her fingers.
She first checked the monster dorms, but suspiciously did not find Helmut there. HRM. Oh well, she did know the ghoul's class schedule from all her constant chattering.
Hel intercepted the little Wendigo when she got out of class, grinned, and then--
WHAP
Quote: HAND OF POWERWhen one is slapped with the HAND OF POWER, a magnificent beard appears! The beard will not fade with time. However, it can be shaved off, and will not grow back after.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 6:20 am
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PAYBACK
The next time Helmut saw Hel, she preemptively threw her arms in front of her face - and screamed. Loudly. To her surprise, no physical attack came. Instead she was...being given food? Large eyes blinked owlishly up at the Reaper,clearly confused but hesitantly hopeful, and finally reached out to take the caramel treat.
"...O-ok? Thank you?" She squeaked, baffled as anything, and thought nothing of the way Hel walked away immediately after. Hel was an alumni after all, and had alumni things to do! Or something.
She took a bite of the caramel apple, and immediately gagged, spitting the mouthful out on the ground while her tongue rolled out of her mouth. She dropped the caramel onion and whined, clawing at her tongue to get the remnants of it off, and after a little more sputtering and rolling on the ground, she stopped to stare at the evil, evil so-called treat...
And ate it anyway, while whining, because she was just that hungry.
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Hel's hair and body soaps - at least the bottles that looked feminine - were then laced with either the greasiest, fat-filled bacon, or mayonnaise.
It had been really, really hard to put that food to waste, but it was soooo worth it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 6:30 am
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Cat Burgled
Hel and Xavier had their pranks under way, and Mut wasn't quite finished yet. Next on her list was one grumpy, mean spirited feline that she was itching to annoy in the name of good fun.
She stood in front of Li Shou's room, her heart pounding with nervous excitement.
Getting into the room had been easy, and while he was in class she had the time to do exactly what she wanted to. First, she raided his closet with every intention of messing it up, but after discovering that he had made a perfectly good mess on his own, spent a good hour actually creating order with his clothing.
But a clean closet does not make a good prank.
So plan B: She managed, somehow, to crush up pieces of black cookied, cream filled sweets and get it inside his toothpaste container, hoping that he'd be too tired to notice until it was too late.
Then, for good measure, she replaced his precious Mao-Mao with a hot-pink replica - one she had made herself, which didn't look exactly like Mao-Mao, but hopefully close enough - and looked around for a good place to hide the real thing.
"Sorry Mao-Mao," She whispered to the plushie as she tucked him away with the rest of Li Shou's now nicely folded clothing. "But it's for a good cause!" She found though, that she couldn't just close the closet on the poor thing, and instead kept it open a small crack, just in case he wanted to see into the room.
Plus, she hoped it would make him feel less forgotten.
"Please don't be mad!" She whispered to the plush as she left the room.
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