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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 8:28 pm
the haunted houseoutside West meets his group outside the haunted house and wonders wtf he's doing there.
team stfu West, Levi, Holly and Savior race dinosaurs, brave ice, and change into silly costumes. Also, mold!
attic hub No, wait. Here's the mold.
realm of space Red's... dead? Oh, and West died too.
home again West can't speak. It's a good thing he doesn't really want to.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:14 pm
missingTwenty-six hours after falling into bed, West awoke with a panicked shout. He could feel the blue flames dancing across his skin and through his hair, leaping into his open eyes... and then, there was nothing.
"Master!" he shouted, his overworked voice cracking with his sudden effort to use it. The bright, fuzzy face of a phoenix scareon peeked up over the side of his bed a moment later, and the animal jumped up next to West as he relaxed and sighed, reaching out to run his fingers through her fiery fur. She had heard him. He was alive.
The boil was asleep again before his horns dented the pillow.
* * * The sun had set by the time he woke the second time, but it hadn't been down for long. Outside his window, the sky was tinged with the peaceful orange light of dusk. West rolled onto his back, displacing Master from her spot at his side. He wanted to go back to sleep, to be someplace where he didn't have to think about anything anymore, but he was no longer tired, at least not physically, and sleep wouldn't come. It was probably better this way anyway. If he could sleep, he might also dream.
Master hopped off of the bed as West's feet hit the floor, but she continued to produce the comfortable, rumbling purr she had assailed him with since he'd woken up. West looked around. There had to be something he could do to keep himself busy around here. He wasn’t hungry, he couldn’t think of a less appropriate time to get some homework done, and there was no way he was going outside, at least not yet. That left the bathroom. Eh, whatever.
He padded over to his dorm's only other room, briefly wondering if he should consider expanding his quarters now that he was a Knob. The weird rubbery suit he had obtained in the first room of the haunted house still clung to his body, even though it had long since stopped being useful or even necessary. West undid the belts, snaps and zippers that kept the garment on and shimmied out of it, leaving the thing to pool on the tiled floor at his feet. He started the shower, only flicking on the bathroom light when he was ready to step into the steaming water.
At first he stood with his back to the nozzle, eyes drifting shut in response to the warmth and the white noise, despite his previous inability to fall back asleep. The rush of water around him was soothing, at least until he nodded off again and almost smacked his face into the wall. His eyes snapped open. Something flitted through his peripheral vision. Was it one of those blobs? It was a blob, wasn’t it?
“Master?” He yanked the shower curtain open and was greeted by a pair of staring golden eyes. West thought the scareon looked a little fed up. Not dead. Unless she was? She didn't look like a ghost. The boil growled softly to himself, lightly knocking his closed fist against the wall a couple of times before tugging the curtain back into place and picking up the soap.
West continued his shower in silence. He didn't nod off anymore. When he pulled open the curtain again, he was alone.
He stepped out of the tub—right leg, left leg—dried off, and wrapped the towel around his waist, tucking it in with a frown. His reflection frowned back, wavering unsteadily in the steamy medicine cabinet mirror. He started to walk out of the bathroom, had almost made it to the door, when he turned back. Something wasn’t right.
The boil snagged a nearby washcloth off of the countertop without looking down and brought it up to the mirror, rubbing at the surface until it was dry and clear. There. He craned his head to the right, exposing the left side of his face to the light. His hand flew to his cheek, fingers scraping at the skin there, first curiously, then frantically, as if someone had hidden his scar under a glob of really convincing makeup that he just needed to remove. He looked down at his forearm and found it similarly smooth, then quickly turned to look at his back as best he could, his face crumpling in an uncontrolled reaction to what he saw there.
Nothing. Every one of his scars had disappeared.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:16 pm
did you see what i saw?West and Holly compare notes on death.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:19 pm
round 1: revisitedWest reluctantly asks Levi for training and she shows him something very impressive.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:26 pm
acting 101West is an AC-TOR!
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:30 pm
heard in the hallsWest helps spread a rumor.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:31 pm
red's dayWest attends a memorial.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 7:05 am
with all the fixingsWest wakes up in Levi's room after taking a beating. Meat and biting ensue.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 7:08 am
dance dance deadolutionWest is dragged to a video game competition under the guise of training. He might have had a little bit of fun.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 7:13 am
bygones should be bygones transitionary rulers of the world nurse cricket's officeCaelius comes to town. Riley is stabbed. Things aren't looking so good for Amityville.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 7:15 am
pest controlWest and Savior go medieval on a pervy gnome.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 7:17 am
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