Is it a trap?! [ 02 ] [[ The character who discovers and obtains this randomly positioned candy pouch belongs to the first individual to quote this post. ]]
While this compact candy pouch has an opaque side, it also has a transparent side that serves as a visual window exposing its snug contents of wrapped-up, gumball-sized hard candies.
Candy, Alette thought excitedly.
Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 2:28 pm
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Is it a trap?! [ 02 ] [[ The character who discovers and obtains this randomly positioned candy pouch belongs to the first individual to quote this post. ]]
While this compact candy pouch has an opaque side, it also has a transparent side that serves as a visual window exposing its snug contents of wrapped-up, gumball-sized hard candies.
Fyrian was only looking over the campus a few days before when someone thrust a pamphlet rather forcibly into his hands and ordered him to go to the prom. He looked down at it with a quirked brow and by the time he looked up again the person or thing.. or whatever was long gone.
Now here he was, standing by the doors to the ballroom with a look of something akin to shell shock on his features. No one told him he had to dress for this thing. He grimaced and debated just turning tail and fleeing, but he had no tail and he was not willing to just leave. He had come all this way and he was damned if he was going to just leave.
The pheonix walked into the room and peered around, trying to take in as much as he could and puzzle together what in the nine blazes was happening here. He decided to go for it and walk in, one good thing was that the lighting did wonders for his gold complexion, making it a little more bronzed and shiny. Vanity, yes, it was his indeed.
If anyone asked something like why he was dressed as he was, he would just tell them he was a huntsman and he was back from a long hunt and hadn't changed or something. It seemed to suit the decor, but he wished now he had a sword or something. Nah that wouldn't do, he would be tempted to use it or something. Best just stick with the story and pretend he belonged.
Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 3:29 pm
Rasia was, unfortunately in this case, correct in Marigold's level of intellect. The undead ghoul was simple for the most part, too many words and you risked overwhelming her. All she managed to pick up from the last bit of their conversation was that "Ray-see-a has glue and ticks???" Solid black eyes widened in horror, and again she closed the gap between them in an attempt to search and groom her new friend of the horrible mess that she did not immediately see so it therefore must be hidden somewhere on her new friend!
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ooc: Marigold is a quest undead canary zombie, 4"11, and has puffs of toxic gas coming out of her sometimes.
"No, because I'm not--" she started to retort and then thought better of it. On the one hand this meant that she didn't have to mind her tongue at all. She had little self-control in that aspect and she mostly had no desire to change it. Except for now when she felt like a prized chimpanzee.
"I left them in my other dress," the snark came out without prompting. "Maybe next time." Or never; more than likely never ever.
Trying to distance herself, physically from the ghoul, she tried to think more simply, "Do you dance?" And then metaphorically smacked herself. Crap; the ghoul would probably take that as an invitation. This was exactly why she needed to learn to punch problems.
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Rasia is a Quest Character; a rusalka (demon) that is 5'10" in height, slim in weight, and pale skinned with short blonde hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a dress in teal with matching Mary Jane shoes.
Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 3:54 pm
Marigold did not pretend to understand why one would want glue and ticks on their person. Unless it was as a snack they were saving for later. Did that mean the tall ghoul liked to eat those? The undead ghoul wouldn't judge, she herself had a penchant for seeds, much to her guardian's dismay whenever she tried to eat their money.
"Okay~" she chirped, content to take Rasia's words at face value and simply happy enough to just be there with a friend. "Dance? Yes, dance fun! Not very good. Sing better~" she warbled.
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ooc: Marigold is a quest undead canary zombie, 4"11, and has puffs of toxic gas coming out of her sometimes.
It was as she had predicted and she felt a rush of relief when Marigold said she wasn't very good. Although if push came to shove, she could lead. At least in anything more traditional. While she was undoubtedly amazing, modern dance was far from in her wheelhouse.
"A singer," she mused. Supposing it made sense with the avian features, "Why don't you sing something?"
Huni Pi
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Rasia is a Quest Character; a rusalka (demon) that is 5'10" in height, slim in weight, and pale skinned with short blonde hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a dress in teal with matching Mary Jane shoes.
Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 4:43 pm
Merry glanced to the side as Calder approach, flashed a smile at the greeting, and had turned back to Zar before seeming to register what she'd seen and turning her head again to give the kelpie the full weight of her attention, despite the arms that were still looped around the succubus' neck. "A feminine figure looks good on you."
Strong hands came up to gently move her arms, and she let them, settling back on dainty hooves, hands smoothing down the front of her dress as she watched Zar drag Calder over to kiss his--or was it her?--cheek.
"You can introduce me later, I'll bet they've found the game tent." She paused thoughtfully, lifting a finger to her lips. "Or the dueling pits..." Then shook her head, smiling. "Well, I'm sure they'll be fine!"
Perhaps before Laran left Dusk for this "prom" thing, she should have consulted with another horseman who was familiar with the customs of the land. But that wasn't Laran's way and she'd found the most interesting things always resulted from jumping into situations feet first and completely blind.
"GREETINGS HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!" the short horseman shouted, throwing her arms up at the same time. She would have fired her rifle a few times had it not been for the guest badge she had to put on her coat.
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ooc: Laran is a 5"0 Y1 war horseman. She's loud but friendly <3
Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 5:14 pm
When asked what was good to eat, Sludge blinked slowly, turning towards the multitude of food. Bowls of Snotcorn and blinking eyeballs, raw kebabs of fresh red meat, muddy party pies, spookies as far as the eye could see, and so much more!
Sludge frowned, eying the monster student. Was this part of his job too, getting food for the guests? What kind of food did this boil even like? He wanted to just grab a bowl of bugs, but this student might not like that kind of food. Everyone had different tastes, some more refined then others.
"Food...what food you like" He asked. This was so much more then his brain could take...
If it was possible for Marigold's eyes to get any bigger and sparkle and glow, they would at her new friend's request.
"Okay!" She cleared her throat and at first tried to sing as she would have in her natural form. But then she found she wasn't suited to it in this form, so she opted for another song.
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ooc: Marigold is a quest undead canary zombie, 4"11, and has puffs of toxic gas coming out of her sometimes.
Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 5:41 pm
There had been a moment at some point during the planning of their outfits where Seiji had asked allowed if perhaps they weren't getting a little too old for Prom. Both graduated, both living in town (in their own house, no less), and planning for scarelings. They were fully functioning adults now, and adults did not attend school dances, did they?
However, the words had only hung n the air for a second or two, the both of them staring at one another, before Seiji had grinned, and Junko had giggled and gotten back to her sewing.
So, they were here. No longer students, but still fond of the school, and certainly chaperones wouldn't be a bad idea. Seiji remembered how wild things could get.
He lead his date, his *wife*, into the castle-that-was-usually-the-gym and let out a low whistle as he took in the decorations, the head table and the banners, the giant throne that sat behind it. "They went a little crazy this year, huh?" His clothing, a dark mix of old world fashion with a traditional flare. Black on black brocade with red thread stitching and finer details in bright contrast at sleeves and around the collar. His hair, What there was of it, drawn up in a simple knot at the back of his head, with bits of it hanging down to either side of his face.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 7:50 pm
Not for the first time tat evening Hadiyya wondered if she should have bothered with attending. Her feelings surrounding prom were a mixed bag. She had fond memories of dances, of course, but she was almost certain none of them had been made the last time she'd walked through these doors for the same purpose. Even just thinking about that night was enough to steal the half smile from her lips, and she gave a small sigh as she looked to the boil that was standing on her right.
He was dressed in layers, courtly and flawless, with lots of impressive little detailing. She approved, though it was nothing she'd have picked for herself. Too restrictive.
Harrow was there as her date, in a sense. Neither she nor the reaper had had anyone to go with, so there had been an agreement to just go together as friends. It was a little odd, given the majority of her memories were of a version of him that was different than the one that standing with her, but they were working on that.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 7:56 pm
Rasia tried not to let the utter shock be so apparent on her face and failed quite miserably at it. Teeth clicking together as she forced her jaw shut, she quirked an eyebrow.
"You are quite good at singing," she admitted, somewhat low and slow. A far better one than she was, which was another tick in the whole idea that she was born the wrong race. Not that it bothered her, so what if she sucked at being typical. It just meant she was exceptional. Besides, with this singer she needn't sing at all.
"I might find uses for you then," she chuckled, mostly joking at the idea. Although somehow she just might.
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Rasia is a Quest Character; a rusalka (demon) that is 5'10" in height, slim in weight, and pale skinned with short blonde hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a dress in teal with matching Mary Jane shoes.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 7:57 pm
"Candy?"
Carrol watched this guy, all of his eyes narrowing briefly before he grinned again. "But I'm not hungry really. I meant what's good to do. What're those chairs for?" He gestured at the six thrones across the room, but his attention didn't stay on them for long. It was drawn by a tiny, loud person with... was that a gun?
what he look like 5'5"; vaguely chitinous black scorpion skin with tiny, pasty toddler hands and feet; four eyes, each a different color; scorpion tail with black and white striped sock over it; big ears, braces, cigarette, gravity-defying bright orange hair; tuxedo t-shirt split in half by his weird broken torso; black jeans; no shoes
