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 Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 3:08 pm
 putting the plan into playWest watches a Hunter die. Does human taste like chicken? He'll probably never find out.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 7:56 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 7:58 am
it's been a whileCatching up with an old friend.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 8:16 am
breathe in, breathe out
"So, yeah," Telefsen whispered, running his fingers back through his hair. He'd gotten it cut since West had last seen him, and the boil wondered if there had been a reason or if his uncle had been acting on a whim. "This s**t should come natural. You only ******** it up the first time—"
West snorted.
"...or however many times you did. Smart a**. You only ******** it up 'cause you were thinking like an idiot." Tel shifted his weight in a textbook definition of "casual," obviously trying to appear as though he hung out here all the time. He probably didn't need to try so hard. The demons were stationed outside another of Halloween's sleazier betting establishments, this one featuring eponies instead of poms, and if the past was any indication, the older of the pair was no stranger to places such as this.
West shook his head slightly at his uncle's utter failure to blend in. He had been trying to cobble together some tangible formula for stealthiness since his spar with Levi, but if the performance in front of him was any indication, perhaps there was no hope. Maybe wrath demons lacked subtlety as a race.
"Anyone can sit around and get off on it," Tel continued, failing to notice—or perhaps simply ignoring—the boil's obvious disdain. "But to use just enough at just the right time..." His voice trailed off as he stood taller, and he inhaled sharply, as if he could smell something on the breeze. Perhaps he could. West sniffed the air as well. Whatever it might have been, he certainly couldn't smell it.
"Here," Tel said suddenly. He whipped a shiny little switchblade out of his pocket, flicked it open, and quickly drew it across West's forearm.
The boil sucked a sharp burst of air through his teeth, tugging his rolled up sleeve back toward his wrist and pressing it into his wound to sop up the blood.
"Hurts, right?"
West had always prided himself on his tolerance for pain. On some level, he even enjoyed it. In this case, however, the feeling of surprise and betrayal served to sour the hurt. He nodded once, pulling away when Tel moved to sling an arm around his shoulders.
"Be that way. We don't have to be friends, kid." Ignoring the blood his nephew's arm had left on the knife, Tel refolded and pocketed it. "Today, I'm your teacher. Professor Tel..." He trailed off again, but didn't take any weird whiffs this time. "Okay. There. You feel that, right?"
West shook his head. For the last several weeks, he had been expending a great deal of energy to keep himself from feeling what he was being asked to. He shook his head. "Blockin' it."
"Unblock it, then." Tel frowned, jabbing West's bloody sleeve with his knuckles.
West replied, pulling away. "Y'said yer teachin' me... not... well... what am I s'posed t'do when I unblock it? Y'can't jus'—"
"You're only gonna take in what you need. Exactly the amount you did last time before you realized you felt better and kept going like a jackass. Then you're gonna stop and block it again. Simple." Tel twisted his fingers into West's wound again. "Now, c'mon. Do it."
West grumbled and frowned and, eventually, did as he was told. The first thing he registered was that someone very close was very angry. It almost made him shut his senses down again, but he managed to keep them open, wavering on the edge of control. The anger was as sharp as if its owner was standing right in front of him, and before the monster could round the corner, West reached out with his mind, grabbed, tugged, and absorbed a chunk of it into himself with little effort. An antiseptic numbness washed over him, leaving his arm pain-free and his mind slightly muddled.
"A little too much there, but it'll burn off quick enough. And next time, you'll do better."
West concentrated again, closing himself off from the other's anger like he was locking a door. He turned a toothy smile on his uncle, one that he was not entirely conscious of. Tel grinned back and slapped the boil on the back, clearly forgetting that they were supposed to be incognito.
"You can fight for days on these kinds of boosts. I've done it. You just gotta make sure you aren't going up against other wraths."
The look on West's face must have broadcast his question clearly enough. Why not?
"'Cause it's the same thing as trying to feed off yourself." Tel shook his head. "Can't be done." He looked at West for a moment more with something approaching pride, then clapped him on the back again. "We should go. Gotta get that arm bandaged up. And maybe I'll even get you some eye scream for being such a good boil." He strode off without another word, leaving West staring stupidly at his bloody shirt until he realized he should follow.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 8:28 am
 rage harder bro: west v. yinMantis seems a little emo.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 8:30 am
make the ghouls take it all offWest has never properly met a talking familiar before. Oh yeah, Kettil's there too.
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 1:11 pm
the islands of the four clans week one
pre-meta introduction x
the scarlet enclave: death orientation x x x x x
death training x
death dorms x
in the library with tess x
jewelcrafting class x
temple of guidance royalty trance x
week two
orientation x
war class day 1 x x x x x
dorms with levi x x x x x x x
war training x
war class day 2 x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
war class day 3 x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
week three
portal: denied x
war portal x
exploration in the open canopy x x x x x x x
exploration at the observation point x x
war boss x x x x x x x x
famine boss x
those who fight x
from the ashes x x x x x x x x x
there and back again x x
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 11:47 am
mostly insane
The next week was largely a blur. The boil didn't get much sleep at first between his own haunting nightmares and his uncle's tendency to engage in questionable activities well into the wee hours of the morning. West's days proved less than restful as well. His troubling thoughts and hallucinations plagued him during proper waking hours, whispering truths that disrupted every one of his conscious moments. They were all dead, everyone he knew, even his uncle. It didn't matter that Tel was in his usual spot, right there on the other end of the couch. It didn't matter that Tel was being very annoying.
"Stop staring. I can feel your beady little eyes boring into the side of my jackdamn skull." He raised his hand as he spoke, tapping at his temple like a human world woodpecker.
West shook his head. "Yer dead. Y'can't feel anyth—"
"I'm not dead, you twerp." Tel reached over and pinched West hard right above his knee. From the way the pain lingered, the boil could tell his uncle had prodded an existing bruise. They had played this game before.
As his mind cleared, West realized there had been a number of misunderstandings like this during his stay. Telefsen had him on a regular schedule, hauling West out of bed at first light and walking him around the room like a scareling fresh from the pumpkin. Tel would drone on about fighting techniques and tell embarrassing stories starring West's mother that were probably only partially true, if not outright lies... at least West hoped they were.
When the older demon grew tired of pacing, they did what they were doing now: sitting and watching skeevee. Over the past few days, this activity had proven quite uneventful, but it seemed that would not be the case today. His uncle had a surprise for him.
"What's this?" Tel asked in what West could tell was his best Jack Skellington impression. It wasn't very good.
The boil couldn't immediately reply, but that was only because Tel was holding his mystery item mere inches from his nephew's face. The boil squinted, then grabbed Tel by the wrist and yanked his hand back to a respectable distance. Pinched in his fingers was the ring West had made on the Isle of Death. It felt like ages since he'd been there, playing around with those stupid gems. The boil had refused to give the ring back partially out of spite, but mostly because he had wanted to give it to her. Now it was too late. She was dead.
"Whoever she is, I'm sure she's about as dead as me."
"What?"
"I'm not dead. Nobody's dead. I don't know what the hell they did to you at that school, but I'm thinking I'm going to have to—"
"Not there. We weren't at school." It had been a school trip, sure, but he hadn't been forced to go. West felt that was important to stress. He had made a choice, they all had, and not everyone else was gone. They had all gone Home.
They sat in silence for a while after that, the skelevision blaring white noise until it blared something else: a news bulletin about the horsemen. West sat forward in his seat, eyes wide, and listened to the report. By the time it was over, his thoughts were truly unsullied for the first time since he had arrived.
"Bullshit," he muttered, sitting back and sinking deeper into Tel's tattered blanket. "They aren't jus' comin' t'visit, they're stayin' here 'cause hunters blew up their damned islands. I was there. I made that ring right in fronta some stupid Death clan piece a s**t. An' I saw those crazy ******** laughin' after they..." He narrowed his eyes at Tel. "Ferget it."
With a flick of his wrist and a jab of the remote, Tel turned down the volume on the skeevee and faced West, his brows furrowed slightly in disbelief. At least when he spoke, he tried to sound understanding, even if it didn't entirely work.
"That ring does look pretty crappy, so I could see you being the one to make it, but... hunters are scareling s**t, West. Are you sure they didn't pump any experimental drugs into your food lately?" Tel smirked. "Or maybe you got into some on your own, hm? I remember what it's like to be your..."
"What parta 'ferget it' don't you get? I know erryone says hunters're fake scaredy trash, but... well... I know more than you do on this particular s**t, so... shut th' ******** up." He crossed his arms and focused on the flickering screen, dismissing the conversation as definitively as he could.
Tel obliged him for a decent stretch, but his patience finally ran out. He looked at his nephew, a slow grin spreading across his lips before he said, "So. You never did say who the ring's for."
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 11:49 am
can ya hear me nowIn a fit of post-insanity paranoia, West buys Levi a cell phone, so he'll always know where she is. He's doing it wrong.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 11:55 am
soap 'n suds reduxDetention. Cleaning. Woe.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 11:58 am
the cave of wonders: fail againx
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 12:04 pm
amityville welcome wagonWest makes a fruit basket for the displaced horsemen. Not enough prickly pears.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 2:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 1:42 pm
paybackWest gives in to desu and buys Levi a dress for the prom.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 1:44 pm
wrath and warMysterious white liquid dominates this fight between West and Shaheen.
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