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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 4:55 pm
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Horace walked slowly, measuring his steps from hallway to hallway. Having determined that Reapers were among the most deadly, it made sense to take a look into their dorm. Carefully, he noted down the number of dorm rooms he'd encountered. Most of the doors had been looked. One had not, and it had led to a very dusty room. It was clearly unused. Still, he made a note of its location as a place golemed hunters could take rest. Footsteps echoed down the hallway, scores of them as though a whole slew of students approached, He cursed softly under his breath and slid his notebook away.
There was not enough time to make it back to the designated 'all-clear' room, so he twisted a few knobs in vain. The footsteps were getting closer and he thumped into a closed door. Closer, closer, and... did not come down this hallway. Horace let out a sigh of relief, still leaning against the door.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 6:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 5:53 am
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Great, he thought as he unceremoniously hit the floor, R.I.P. one Horace Nokoni, trainee - clumsy division. Something invisible was on top of him; it was... it was furry and slobbering all over him. If Horace closed his eyes, it felt dog-like. He'd read about this before. Halloweeners often kept invisible pets as guards or something. But it didn't feel like it was eating him. He looked past the dog-thing (such a feat was not hard, since Blink was, well, invisible) and saw the reaper from the mafia class. Blondie.
"Get it off of me," he rasped, hands trying to shove the thing off of him. If there was a way to get monster diseases (aside from that crotch one), it was likely through fluid exchange with the beasts. Of all the monsters to run into, he had not really wanted to see here again: she was likely the most duplicitous of anyone he had met. But Horace was curious.
"Is it going to eat me?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 10:38 am
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Horace flinched, just a little (not a lot), at the ringing noise. The slobbering abruptly stopped, although the weight did not move. Horace could only surmise that he was still in the clutches of some invisible attack dog. The breath whistled out of him slowly. His fingers itched to take notes - he could see a leash hovering in the air, presumably attached to a creature, which meant that invisibility was not conferred on objects that touched the creature. He wondered if it was the same for every invisible thing... Which could mean if he ran into an invisible student, that student would be nude. Gross.
He looked at the pipe, and he looked at her. Slowly, he rose to his feet, brushing out his robes. He did not touch the pipe, although he was sorely tempted to grab hold and attempt to knock her down with it. "Thank you," he said, because monsters were courteous to each other, even if he did not care about her. "-for not letting your... pet attack me. Is this your room?" He looked aruond and blinked. It was bare, barren even, with nothing but the most simplistic of necesseties. It did not seem normal.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:45 pm
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Ruth whistled a command to the minipet, although what it meant exactly was left uncertain as the leash did not appear to move away from her. She gave the plague doctor a thoughtful look, or it could be one of incredulity it was hard to tell with her eyes and brows obscured by her bangs and the bill of her newsboy cap.
With the pipe, she gestured to the stark-white interior, then to the bare, white-tiled floor, then to the steel bed and its gray bedding and cardboard-thin pillow before finally pointing to her own drab, monochrome self. Her head was tilted to the side and she seemed to be asking can't see the resemblance?
The pipe's end was once again in Horace's face, her other hand resting on her hip as if demanding he explain his presence. Turnabout is fair play, she seemed to recall him saying in class.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2014 6:00 am
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Ruth looked askance as she directed the end of her finger from her throat to the undead before finishing the gesture with crossed arms. The invisible dog growled in reaction to its owner's less-than-open reaction to the question regarding her voice (though it was also entirely possible that Ruth had trained Blank to growl whenever she crossed her arms, it was a gesture she did not often make.)
Deciding she did not like where the conversation was going, the reaper shuffled to her wooden study desk. There, she retrieved her sketchpad lying beside the only hint of a personality, which was a polished lighter. She quickly scribbled in a neat, practically type-faced handwriting: Explain the presence of an undead in the reaper dorms.
After all, it wasn't as if the school didn't label the dorms, and even then wouldn't the lack of decaying smell tip it off? Oh, wait, mask, alright that made sense. The leash didn't move from its spot, though the sound of panting had replaced the earlier growl.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2014 1:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 8:44 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 11:31 am
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Awww, he was being summarily kicked out, more or less. Horace swallowed a huff of annoyance. The tone of voice on her sketchpad reminded him vaguely of the Doctor - unsurprising, he supposed, given they were both creatures of Halloween. "Who is Blink?" he asked dryly, making no move to exit the room.
"While I said I could be looking for a friend, I did not say I was. Perhaps I was only curious about the differences in dorms. Perhaps I do not have my ...skellyphone." What a weird term. He frowned and pulled his hands from his sleeves, displaying their emptiness to her. "That doesn't really matter, does it?" Of course, he wanted to look around more, but if she was determined to escort him out, so be it. Horace shifted, rolling his shoulders. The golem felt stiff, gangly. It was a pain to not be here in his own body.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 10:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2014 6:27 am
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Blank as a name for an invisible minipet made sense, he decided. He would've called it 'Mu' or something, but he wasn't very good with names after all. Once, as a child, he'd tried to keep a pet squirrel. It had been named 'Mr. Brown', because it was... brown. Horace stared back at Ruth, waiting for her next move. He was the picture of nonchalance, lounging against her wall in an affected fashion. Snapping his robe out, he crossed his feet.
{do not dawdle aimlessly, horace-]
He ignored her as he read Ruth's next words. Immediately, he stiffened. Did this monster think he had come here specifically for her? Horace ground his teeth. He was interested in reapers as a race and in her - insomuch as it was a sort of violent fascination. His spindly fingers tapped along the wall. As always, he remained acutely aware of who he was speaking to - they were all monsters here, no matter how human they seemed.
"And why-" he drawled out dryly. "-would I wanna see you?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 2:56 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 5:13 pm
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She blushed. He narrowed his eyes. She shuffled her feet. He uncrossed his arms. She bit her lip. Boodith McKnot.... It sounded vaguely familiar, just like the name scrawled across his copy of Until You. Sudden, awful realization dawned over him and his fingers clenched. But. at least Ruth was no plucky Sheridan and he was no Earl of Langford.
{it is of no matter - she is unworthy of your affections, if you must have affections.} {Thank you, Doctor. I am aware.}
And then she summarily rejected him. "I will have you know I am a right paragon of my species. Unfortunately for you, I am interested only in science and possibly vivisection, so unless you can provide those, we will remain un-entangled in romance." Then he shot her a very hard stare because he was offended. The sheer arrogance she had was interesting and, once again, he was struck by an urge to somehow deliver her to Life. Possibly for the previously mentioned vivisection. Instead, he settled for glaring haughtily at her.
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