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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 5:31 am
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 5:53 am
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Ruth should probably never learn of Piper and Ignatius teaming up to find Brenley for reasons that involved the blonde ghoul thinking she'd died and found her Happy Place. And quite possibly lead her to imagining less than wholesome scenarios involving the three students. Luckily, she is unaware of such a thing and at the moment too focused on just one student to even consider such a possibility.
Luckily still, said student was heading right for her! The Shrinking Violet turned nervous and skittish and was suddenly at a loss for words (though frankly with how unvocal she always was, how could anyone tell?) She clutched her sketchpad tighter to her chest and raised a hand in an attempt at a wave.
Unfortunately, by the time her arm received the order, Ignatius had run right past her, leaving her in the dust. Ruth pivoted on her feet, watching the boil's back get farther and farther away, her hand still mid-rise. The Violet would have called this a failure and go off to sulk while sketching depressed images as befitting such a scorned ghoul. Ruth (mentally) said <******** that and jogged after him at a much slower pace, reasoning that the boil would eventually stop and she'd catch up, or he'd go full circle and pass her by a second time.
Seiana_Zi I think so, but no worries OvO
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 3:00 pm
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Ignatius would insist he is doing nothing illicit with anyone! Or, well, at least not them--
The lightning elemental was going fast enough that he did miss her entirely, though it was not intentionally. Mind on everything and nothing all at once, Ignatius was deeply involved in his run, and noticing someone who wasn't actively shouting at him? Well, he probably wouldn't be doing that -- unless they were a butterfly.
Ruth was right in her impression that Ignatius would eventually stop, and the lightning elemental did in fact come to a stop after a few minutes, though it didn't necessarily seem to be because he was done running.
Rather, he was staring up at a few corrividae in the trees, making a very bad attempt at a bird call.
For some reason.
Huni Pi okay replied to both RPs now XDD
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 6:31 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 6:05 am
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Neither Ruth nor the Violet had any idea how to get the boil's attention, the former from a genuine lack of desire, the latter from a trope-borne paralysis of shyness. Even when he continued to make all those corrividae calls, even after the less-than-pleasant reaction from the avian minipet, the reaper was content to just be there. It gave her the perfect opportunity to stare and study him, up until the moment a wayward limb nearly struck her.
She faltered back in a literal blur, her form anything but solid and defined, especially around the edges. And despite the Violet's shyness, Ruth's own flare for dramatics had her tripping over her own two feet and landing with a dull thud on her rump. Though her bangs and the bill of her gray cap hid her eyes, there was no hiding the embarrassed blush blooming on her cheeks.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 1:41 pm
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 4:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 5:13 pm
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When she shook her head, he chuckled, Ignatius moving his hand a bit closer as a gesture that showed he insisted, or something like that. After all, he was the one who had knocked her over. She didn't grab his hand right away, though, freezing in her motions. Was she okay? Was something wrong with him? Did he have something on his face? He probably had something on his face. Ignatius scrunched up his face and wiggled it as if it would get whatever was on his face off, only to realize it was making no difference. He probably didn't have anything on his face. So what was --
She was staring at something.
Ignatius followed her eyes briefly, only to find himself greeted with an absolute smörgåsbord of posteriors, a buffet of butts, a rumpus of rumps-- Keeping the amusement off his face, Ignatius immediately placed his eyes back on the Red Blondie, still holding his hand out. She probably didn't want him to pick up the butt journal if he had to guess.
"That was my bad. I should have been paying more attention," offered Ignatius, laughing at himself. Easily, he pulled her up to her feet, letting go of her hand when he did.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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