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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 6:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 6:41 pm
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Considering that one of his favorite past times was not going to class when he should have, Deacon had spent most of the day wasting time in his dorm doing pretty much nothing but lounging about. He'd read a good portion of a book (that had nothing to do with his studies), so that had to count as accomplishing something, right?
The text tone from his phone got his attention, and he marked his page and set the book aside. Getting up and stretching, the feline made his way to his desk, where he'd left the device to charge, unplugging it and checking the message.
Corn?
He frowned in confusion at the message, and leaned over his desk to check out his window for some sort of cornpocalypse and didn't see anything. Though, he realized, it just meant that his window wasn't facing the random plethora of corn that she was asking about.
Sexy Cocaine To Riyo: Hell if I know. Bored enough to check it out, though. Want to?
He was already headed for the door, picking up a jacket as he went.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 6:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 7:37 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 8:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 8:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 9:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 3:55 am
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"With some of the messes I've seen around, I might start a trend."
The hair subject behind them, he shrugged to her question that followed. "They can be. Trisha was nice enough and thankfully she didn't step on my feet with those hooves of hers." He actually smiled toward her, in an amused way, when she seemed to speak her thoughts aloud. "Worst case scenario, you could always seperate yourself from them if they're not your thing."
In afterthought, he wondered if that was why both of his dates managed to lose him during his first Prom. He supposed Cady had a decent reasoning, being one of the DJs and all.
He also could have offered to take her, himself, but at this point he knew better than to make promises he wasn't sure he could keep. It wouldn't exactly be fair to fail her on something yet again. Maybe the opportunity would arise, when the time came, but he would wait.
The signs set about had Deacon's expression twisting into something that looked almost pained. "Gnomes..." Deacon's voice held so much distaste in that one word.
The tabby's ears turned back, but with a sigh that suggested he was unsure he nodded anyway. "Ghouls first?" He gestured forward with the words, though he actually started walking so he'd be walking alongside her either way as they entered.
At the first intersection, he glanced to the right but picked the left path to continue down. For about three steps, before he paused at the strange moan he heard up ahead. "The hell is that?" He wondered aloud, trying to mentally will the fur at the base of his tail to stop bristling so he didn't visibly look unnerved; Jack forbid the ghoul think he was often so pitifully easy to get to.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 5:20 pm
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It was... Almost strange to be talking so casually about dates with Deacon. She supposed it shouldn't be. They had known eachother for a long time. Riyo had known Deacon technically longer than anyone still on campus. Almost an unsettling thought, it was.
If the demoness had known at the time what was going though Deacon's head, she would've been grateful for and surprised by the forethought. Perhaps the cat boil had done some growing himself.
Instead, Riyo scoffed at the suggestion she should go first. "Yeah, alright, I'll be the meat shield." Even though he had taken to walking next to her. She could only smirk and roll her eyes.
Regardless of what the maze's true intentions were, the feline could only assume somewhere down the line it would grow heinous, so she kept her guard up and ears perked. They swiveled almost immediately when the moaning began. Her expression, however, remained unphased. "Probably one of those cheap machines that make 'ookie spookie' noises." Though... It hadn't sounded that cheap.
Cautiously she glanced between the two directions and chose to take another left.
... How had the temperature suddenly dropped like that?
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:22 pm
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Deacon only made a sound of acknowledgement to the suggestion, thinking that perhaps that was all there was to it. It would have been easy enough for it to be something pre-recorded, authentic as it might have sounded.
Though, he was actually thankful that Riyo chose a different path rather than going toward the sound until they discovered the actual source. He followed without complaint... At first.
The cold didn't bother him, but the scent in the air and the sound of a train certainly did.
"This direction is worse. I'm not particularly fond of trains." Or Christmastown, which also had a hand in his strong dislike of trains.
He made the decision to ignore the very unappealing sound, taking a direction that certainly wasn't going toward it. Soon coming up on the moat, or whatever it was supposed to be, the tabby glowered at the sign that was as equally unimpressive as those that had been set up outside of the maze.
Deacon laughed shortly, gesturing to the can nearby. "Should we spare a couple seeds or just jump the thing? I'm not sure if I pity them enough." And with that statement, he squinted at the water, as if trying to see if something was there to stop them going over without giving the payment.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 5:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 6:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 7:14 pm
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As they continued on the path, the feline became less attentive to Deacon and more absorbed in the surrounding mushrooms. The haunting floral melody that plagued her along with the sensory overload from the glowing mushrooms must've been doing something to her.
"I... I'm not sure." Her answer was delayed. "I feel like... Someone slipped catnip in my afternoon tea..." That was a good way to describe it, considering there had been more than one occasion where something similar had happened.
Riyo had failed to notice the cat boil's halt, and managed to bump into him in all her distracted glory. Good thing they weren't running from anything... Yet. "Oof."
She shook her head in an effort to regain some sense, and cautiously glanced over Deacon's shoulder. "Or perhaps it's a bastardized version of 'East'." Bastardized was, of course, putting it lightly. Tearing her vision from the sign, she caught a glimpse of some stripes and focused on the gaggle of gnomes. "You could always direct any questions to the peanut gallery." Riyo wasn't saying he should ask for directions, but in a womanly way she was probably insinuating that he should. It was, after all, a corn maze that somehow fit a train, a moat, and a field of singing jackdamn flowers in it's boarders.
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