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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 6:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 7:15 am
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Though he had been a Snot for the better part of a year now, Rojo had never taken time to visit the music room. It was an unforgivable oversight, or at least he had assumed it was before he had actually seen the place. In person, it was an abandoned mess. Overturned chairs nested in piles of sheet music and... there was a growl. Something was growling under a tattered curtain on the far side of the room. The skeleton assumed it was nothing more than a disgruntled drum kit, judging by its shape, but he certainly wasn't getting close enough to find out. He slowly backed out of the room, thankful that he had worn rubber soled boots today instead of clinky ones. Perhaps that was how he was able to possess enough stealth to keep the other boil from immediately noticing him.
Rojo's attention was abruptly captured by the sneering demon's voice. If he'd had a heart it might have beaten faster in surprise. If he'd had eyes they might have widened. Instead, his skull remained fixed as he peeked over his own shoulder then turned to face the boil.
"There is more hall," he said cheerily, indicating it with a turn of his wrist.
Prior to coming to Amityville, Rojo had been under the assumption that everybody liked him. Everybody. Anyone he had ever met or ever would meet. Instantaneous infatuation. That was how it had always been before. But if he had learned nothing else, he now knew that wasn't how it was now. Quite a few people disliked him for no reason at all. While it would have been better to slather on the kindness so that no one could accuse him of escalating the situation, doing so was something he had not yet mastered.
"I will squish myself up against this wall anyway, since you are so very large." This spookie-eating boil was not large, no matter how hard he puffed.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 9:50 pm
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As he turned around Sacha had to try not to cringe. Not just any undead, a skeleton. He couldn't help his proverbial hackles from raising. It was obvious that the boil was mocking him, but he wasn't just going to sit back and take it from him. Instead his wings spread out a little to try to give a a grander figure. "Good," he answered, ignoring the other boil's sarcasm as he crossed his arms. He was a demon, of course he had the right of way.
He started to take a step forward, filter basically non-existence as this was an undead he was talking to. It was always very much in doubt as to whether or not they understood much, and he really didn't care. "I thought they'd keep your kind busy elsewhere," he grumbled as he started to move past him.
That was the truth of it. He honestly did believe that the school would be smart enough to keep the undead to their own area, and that he wouldn't ever have to actually interact with them. The realization that he would actually have to talk to them and deal with them was not only a shock, it was horrifying. The next three years might be full of undeads blocking his paths, and that was simply not something he was prepared to deal with.
Ugh, he had already had to talk to one. At least it had had basic language skills. That was probably really good for an undead.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 10:50 pm
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Just the thought of it all had Sacha's stomach churning unpleasantly. This was disgusting, and possibly the worst part about it was that the boil didn't even seem upset. Oh, he probably didn't know what he was missing and maybe that was why he was okay but it was still just so, so disturbing.
"You should see about getting an implant," he declared, sounding as if the words out of his mouth were absolute the most obvious and correct thing there was in the world. Not that getting a tongue would help much, the skeleton would still be a disgrace and blight on Halloween, but it would be a start.
During all of this Sacha's wings and tail were being drawn in slightly, not to make himself a smaller target or anything, but really because he didn't want to risk touching the other boil as he started trying to edge around him. Hopefully nothing about him was contagious, but one could never been too sure.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 7:22 am
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Rojo remained still for a while, considering what the demon had said as well as the demon himself. Honestly, the suggestion of a tongue implant would have sounded rather gross even coming from someone whose opinion he valued. From this boil it was gross, irritating, and a little curious. As annoying as this encounter had proven to be, however, curiosity still overtook the skeleton.
"Why?" he asked with a tilt of his head and a backward step. "Even if it wasn't all..." He lolled his tilted skull—left, right, left, right—like a puggle with its head out the window of a catbus. "...it wouldn't be used for what it was meant to be used for. It wouldn't taste or lick anything. It would get all dried out too. Like a pink scareling sock! Ugh. Someone else should have it. I do not want your tongue implant."
His question and tangential observations were almost physically demanding in their earnestness. At least he had inadvertently given the demon more room.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:13 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 11:35 pm
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