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| zippy_zippy_no | Oct 27 2010, 10:55 AM Post #11 |
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The sensation was again like someone had wrapped an over-large hand around Sockface's body, not tightly, but noticeably. That was until he actually lifted from the ground at least - there was no perceivable sensation of restriction, once Sockface had been hauled into the air. Len had assumed a strange stance, and looked to be concentrating, so the living doll could only assume she was responsible. The small weapon stayed stone still, unsure of what was actually going on, and not wanting to cause anything to go horribly wrong by struggling. He also resisted putting on some weight to get out of his unnatural position high in the air. It was strange to be bobbing about like a balloon. Len looked at Sockface with her strange green eyes, asking softly, “Ar-are... you okay with this-th” The living doll relaxed slightly. She hadn't meant anything by it. Her face was still in the deeply saddened expression and despite being a little bit uncomfortable finding himself floating in the air, Sockface couldn't bring himself to say anything bad about the thoughtful gesture. He shrugged, adding, 'I'm ok with this' because he felt it was weird to gesture without speaking, for all that Lenore couldn't hear him. Or could she... The girl in green seemed to understand what he was saying and in a strange manner she turned again toward their destination, and Sockface floated along behind her, just above one of her shoulders. He was in a somewhat stooped position, and struggled to right himself, stopping only when he got a questioning glance from Lenore. The doll strained to look back over his shoulder, only to discover a tidle wave of children pouring down toward Sockface and Len. It was a terrifying sight to behold, as the colourful assembly of Shibusen executed a mass exodus of the school, scrambling out of doors and windows to get out as quickly as they could. 'It's a stampede!' He and the gentle green giant would have to get to the library and to safety to wait out this natural disaster – the group of students would divide like water around a rock when they came across the library, avoiding anything resembling school like the plague. 'Uh Lenore, I don't know if you have a top gear, but now might be the time...' Sockface rather hoped that Lenore could hear and understand him. If not it didn't seem like they would make the safety of the library in time. The small weapon could already see a few people pointing at him... the doll sitting in the air like a big fat target, above a strange looking green girl – albeit not the most interesting sight to behold in all of Shibusen, but it was starting to get toward the weirder end of things. Anxiously the doll worried that all this was not going to end well. One pair of students in particular looked interested in Sockface and Lenore, even to the point where they seemed to change their course in order to run toward the intrepid duo. Sockface could feel the stuffing in his neck becoming displaced from all his looking about, and knowing there wasn't much he could do about matters, he turned his attention back to Lenore. She didn't seem a bad sort overall. She talked slow but seemed to think quick which was just as well. Name: Gender: Female Age: Unknown Powers: Levitation - Mind powers? Personality: |
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| Sega | Oct 28 2010, 01:08 AM Post #12 |
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Urged onwards by the approaching thunder of eager feet, Lenore took tentative steps forward into the saturated ground. Knowing how the sun liked to pretty much bake everything beneath it (and looked like it took great joy in doing so) the mud would soon have become dry dirt, but the aforementioned stampede of students left little in the way of time that could be spent waiting for that to happen. The system of one freak walking and another levitating worked in its own way, seeing as Lenore could probably remove her footwear while Sockface would have been stuck with soaked nubs. Those other weird students who did want to visit the library were happy to wait in the crowds for the ground to dry up. 'Uh Lenore, I don't know if you have a top gear, but now might be the time...' "...Hearing thingsth. Not entirely ss-thurrprising... " Not entirely understanding the metaphor, Len hastened her pace ever so slightly. It wasn't an awfully long distance to go, but it put some space between the curious crowds and the stitched duo. Some people might have been disturbed by the childlike features and slender proportions of Lenore, but when they saw the man who was just outside the library finishing cleaning graffiti from the walls, they would change their mind. Mr Wilson was definitely ready to get out of the sight of the entire study body, especially since he took the body/face dissonance up to eleven with his literal baby face, one that even Lenore was rather shocked by. He noticed the students approaching, and when Lenore stopped, raised his hands in a somewhat defensive manner. "Yes, 'ss rather disturbing, I know! But you don't have to worry. Just don't act like that Black Star kid and you'll be fine coming in here. Just ah... might wanna wipe your feet first." Mr Wilson gestured to the bottom of Lenore's feet, which carried very little mud thanks to her rather small "Sssthh-ngh. Thee-ese bootsth... are a pain to take off-ff." Understandably, they were. The boots in question were long enough to constitute leg wear as well as footwear, covering what would have otherwise been a massive length of bare leg. The girl would have grimaced at the thought of removing them, and indeed tried to, but her face didn't comply and remained in the same expression as before. |
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| zippy_zippy_no | Oct 28 2010, 04:19 AM Post #13 |
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Sockface was jolted by the unexpected fall. He had been unceremoniously dumped by Lenore as soon as she got past the mud. The living doll wasn't about to grumble though, as the main body of students parted around the sodden land in front of the library and left the school without trampling Lenore or Sockface. In short they were in a safe area. Sockface wiped the metaphorical sweat from his brow, turning back to Lenore who seemed worried about her boots. The two students that had shown interest in Sockface and Lenore did not pause at the muddy area, in fact they hardly seemed to notice as their heavy steps splashed their legs with muck. “Hey you!” panted one breathlessly. Sockface turned to eye them coldly. He didn't know what they were about, but taking in their expressions of amusement he assumed nothing good. “I know you right? You were like... kicked out of Adrian's class weren't you?” Sockface said nothing, staring balefully at the two students. He felt he must be getting old, because he could still remember when kishin-eggs were killed without question. The living doll had thus been rather shocked when a large portion of Adrian's class had been insensed by his in-class actions, and he'd not yet lived it down. There were one or two people of course who approved, but a strangely large number of students had not. “You like really fucked up the class dude. You stole our thunder, cos we were gonna like, egg the teacher but after what you did he was way too sulky to even continue class. So anyway we figured we'd settle the score, so how about you fight us here and now? We'll knock the stuffing out of you... heh heh get it? The stuffing? Like... because you have stuffing in you, and it's like something you sa-” the monologue was interrupted as his parter slapped the other teen on the back of the head. Rubbing the injured area ruefully, the other shut his mouth and with a shimmer of light he turned into a thin, sharp tent peg of around 8 inches in length and ending in a blunt hook. It wasn't the most fierce of weapons, but the two would-be pranksters looked pretty serious. It was also obvious that they had an inflated opinion of themselves, as they took up a fighting stance, and made the 'come and have a go if you think you're hard enough' gesture at Sockface. Non-plussed the living doll looked back at Lenore. He really didn't feel like having his arse handed to him by a couple of fresh faced teens with a shitty weapon form, especially not in front of the green girl. With a flash of white, Ahab changed into his weapon form to speak to Lenore – she had been able to hear him, or so he thought, while he was in the air, but he didn't think they were in contact at that moment. “Ye might want the skiddadle, Lenore. This isnae going te be pretty.” 'when they tear off my limbs and leave me lying in the mud. Things would be a lot easier if I had a meister.' he added to himself. It would be bad enough that those who were waiting for the mud to dry were looking over with curious eyes – it made Sockface feel jumpy. He didn't know what Lenore thought about school-yard battles, but she probably wouldn't be impressed, seeing him being torn to shreds... literally. The anchor man wasn't about to flee, however, as it was about time he stood up and was counted. Up until now he'd ignored challenges and had gone pretty much unnoticed in Shibusen. He didn't want to grow a reputation as a coward, though, and he was sick and tired of allowing people to push him around. He would either learn how to fight people in his new body or he shouldn't be at Shibusen in the first place. Maybe if he defended himself word would spread, and people wouldn't mistake him for a toy so often.
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| Sega | Oct 28 2010, 05:38 PM Post #14 |
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Given the choice of fight or flight, Len preferred flight (even though she could only manage a semi-glide currently, but details details). Despite the statement not saying much, she knew Sockface better than she knew anyone else in the school, except there was little in the way of a decision to be made. It wasn't her battle, and Sockface had even given her the option of leaving. However, there was a nagging voice in the back of her mind that suggested otherwise. "You must take it upon yourself- assist your comrade!" "B-but.. Sthock.. saaaid it.. isn't..." "It is the right thing to do, to help a friend in battle! You know it to be the truuuuth... ooooth... oooth..." Lenore turned around and spotted the source of the voice; Lance had placed large fluffy slippers on his horse's hooves to dampen the noise, and was hunched over with his hands cupping his mouth. He had sneaked around the school, and was now pretending to be Lenore's conscience. "Sir?--" "OOTH!" The green girl was startled by the eccentric teacher, and her small jump back drew just enough attention to her to set the metaphorical ball rolling. A metallic voice echoed from the demon... tent peg. "Yeah, like... beating up a doll isn't going to make us feel good, is it? I mean, it will, but like..." "I get you. Like, it won't look like a victory... will it? That girl over there... she's tall and kinda scrawny. Get her in the tussle! Two on two, fair victory right?" "I'm up for slamming down two freaks for the price of one-- .. shouldn't we like, use our mental voices for this?" "...duuuude. Ha! Moron!" The pair erupted into juvenile laughter, amused by their own antics. They had made a decision to drag Len into the fight, in order to perpetuate the strange phenomenon that was the male ego. Ordinarily she would have still refused outright, even after being called a freak. The mistake they made was following the 'freak' with a heavy amount of laughter. Lenore heard the laughs of the boys at first, but eventually the sound became warped in her mind, lower in pitch and more laboured. The laugh of the sun was something that she did her best to ignore and block out on a day to day basis, since there was nothing that could be done to stop such a massive body from being merry. However, two students too big for their britches? They could potentially be stopped. Lenore took a few steps back from Lance and turned back to face Sockface and his dilemma. The strange human emotion that was friendship was somewhat foreign to her (which in itself was beyond cliché), but all things considered this wasn't just a school yard battle. Beings that would normally bob their heads and abscond without so much as a second thought were having changes of heart, to stand up and face the music. In such an environment as Shibusen, running away could be frowned upon more than a humiliating defeat. And indeed, one of the many teachings was that the enemy would often be more powerful, but that your allies would outnumber your foes. The trick was learning to work with them. Lenore reached out to Sockface and lifted him with her mind, something which happened to be so much easier when he was in weapon form -- and would become easier yet if he accepted her offer. With the demon anchor floating just inches from her outstretched hand, she took a moment to ask him, "... Are you okay with this?" while the young aggressors became ever-more agitated and battle ready. A young girl with pigtails stepped out from the crowd, between the two pairs, and transformed into her partial weapon form. The form was a large stoplight from the ankles up, which was currently shining red, and she seemed eager to change the light to green. Edited by Sega, Oct 28 2010, 05:51 PM.
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| zippy_zippy_no | Oct 29 2010, 05:03 AM Post #15 |
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Sockface watched Lenore anxiously wondering if she had understood him or not. People were gathering around now, despite the mud, and he was desperately hoping she would go before he had to make a fool of himself. Lance had somehow snuck up on Lenor and Sockface, even know blinding spots of light danced around the immediate area. At least that would make things more.. legitimate Sockface supposed. You were supposed to have a teacher in attendance after all, even if Lance was only a teacher by the slightest of margins. What was he saying to Lenore? Sockface craned forward in weapon space to listen, despite that it brought him no closer to the conversation in actuality. Before the anchor man could ask for Lenore to leave, this time in a more begging tone, the two pranksters spoke up. "Yeah, like... beating up a doll isn't going to make us feel good, is it? I mean, it will, but like..." "I get you. Like, it won't look like a victory... will it? That girl over there... she's tall and kinda scrawny. Get her in the tussle! Two on two, fair victory right?" "I'm up for slamming down two freaks for the price of one-- .. shouldn't we like, use our mental voices for this?" "...duuuude. Ha! Moron!" The weapon turned to face them simmering with rage. How dare they call him into battle and then not even give him a chance to prove his worth. How could they call on someone like Lenore, who didn't seem like she knew what day of the week it was, let alone how to fight. With anger, Sockface's accent became thick and unmanageable, scattered liberally with a number of choice curses. “Oy, bum lickers, shut yer fat gobs. Aim enou' te make ye drop a loawd uh scummer in yeh wee nappies. Why dooncha pick on-- “ before the weapon could finish his tirade, he felt his view of the world twisting and jolting. Bitting off a yelp before he could ruin the impression he had so carefully been making on his opponents Ahab found himself in the incorporeal clutches of Lenore. “Are you okay with this?” she asked. Her voice was as it always was, unassuming, and verging on a monotone. It didn't really sound like she was overly excited, or interested, or determined. She didn't sound any different to when she had said she liked talking. Internally Sockface struggled with himself. She could wield him at least, and she wouldn't have picked him up if she didn't want to do something, but he couldn't help feeling she wasn't cut out for fighting. Still, maybe she was new to Shibusen, or perhaps she hadn't been in a fight before. She would do well to learn more about it in a safe environment if that was the case with a... teacher (?) watching over her and an enemy with a vastly insuperior weapon who was already overconfident to help make up for a difference in experience. Sockface spoke kindly to Lenore, trying not to be condescending and also doing his best to calm down, so that he might be better understood, “I... suppose so. Don' get het okay? Ef yeh get het ye should drop oot of theh fight, okay?” The phantom man looked at the foes, who pulled a face of disgust but agreed that they would let Lenore out of the fight if she was injured. She didn't look like much anyway. Sockface nodded and his body disappeared, leaving only the dull cast iron skin of his weapon form behind. The two enemies took their battle stances, and the girl who had turned into the stop light let out a bellow that would have been more suited to a wounded bull, 3, 2, 1, . . . FIGHT!! |
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| Sega | Oct 29 2010, 10:37 PM Post #16 |
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The time worn tradition of announcing a friendly (in terms of both sides forbidden from killing and technically on the same side in the grand scheme of things) fight in an over-exaggerated manner triggered a sudden wave of fists being raised into the air, the sizeable crowd made some extra space as it cheered and jeered. Even the little green person silhouetted in the stop light jumped up and down with excitement. Everyone moving back was probably because of the mud, nobody of a social class above 'monkey' liked getting dirty for the hell of it, school tussle or not. A little display of showmanship was the first thing that the young scallywags employed, the meister flipping his tent peg partner around his fingers with surprising dexterity. He continued to spin the small weapon, probably as some kind of crowd-pleaser instead of a legitimate fighting strategy. Lenore took note of this, and began making similar motions with her fingers, which made the levitating demon anchor spin also. Thanks to the psychic hold not being a localised force and the fact that she wasn't actually holding Sockface, there was nothing to stop him accelerating. There seemed to be a simultaneous realisation in everyone but Sockface (who would have been aware of his own body rotating) that a half ton anchor was not only being suspended in mid air, but was also beginning to spin like a desk fan. Lenore kept her arm fully extended, wanting to keep the anchor gone flywheel as far away from herself as possible. A strange, nervous sort of sensation travelled down the considerable length of her limbs, and she kept her eyes fixed on the challengers, who seemed to be slowly circling and looking for a weak point or an opening. Delinquent they were, but outright stupid, they were apparently not. They eventually settled on an option -- running in low and trying to make a strike at Lenore's feet. They thought they were being sneaky with their sudden decision and movement, but Len was both perceptive and agile, if a little simple. Upon seeing her quick reaction they dug in and jumped backwards, as Lenore brought the spinning anchor down into the ground with a flick of her wrist. One of the blunt 'hooks' of the anchor's business end struck the mud with considerable speed, and a small wave of muck erupted from the impact. Lenore didn't falter, her goggles protected her eyes from the splash whilst the crowd and opposing pair shielded their faces, which bought her the valuable time needed to pull the anchor out of its embedded state. "That w... was-th lucky. That you were...er... sth-pinning. But..." The young boys were still on their feet and ready to strike again, and were much more eager to do so now that Sockface wasn't spinning, and they certainly weren't going to give Lenore time to start him going again. She spoke to Sockface, unable to use her mental voice and instead having to go by vocal means, which meant that she wouldn't be able to relay complicated plans on the fly. It was just as well then, that she wasn't one to think up complicated plans. Sockface would have to be the one to think ahead, and luckily his mental voice was unhindered. Their speech problems appeared to be the inverse of each other. "I'm not g-good with... attack. Hack. Help." |
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| zippy_zippy_no | Oct 30 2010, 02:26 AM Post #17 |
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Sockface, who was used to the kind of spinning one would encounter in a washing machine, still managed to find himself dizzy and slightly addled. Not ever had he been twirled like this while in weapon form, and it wasn't an experience to forget. He was unable to get a proper view of the battle, as the surrounding area turned into a mud and sky blur – that was until he slammed hard into the ground. If Len hadn't still been holding him, Ahab might have changed back to his normal form – for he felt mildly ill and dizzy, which never seemed to happen in his stuffed body. "That w... was-th lucky. That you were...er... sth-pinning. But...I'm not g-good with... attack. Hack. Help." Having stopped spinning the weapon took some time, letting out a groan of discomfort. He was used to people who wielded him knowing the basics – ie. Mash up the naughty enemies with the big heavy weapon, but it seemed that Lenore wasn't a natural fighter, to say the least. 'Ye hit... with... no, first – don't spin me so fast...uhhhhgggg Ah think ahm gonna be sick....' Seeing the enemies circling around for another attack Sockface hurriedly added, 'put mah form ein betwin yerself and the enemies, fer a start.' His weapon form was large, and floating about as he was, it was also quite intimidating – no one wanted to face a ton of metal floating above or before them. Ahab hoped this would buy him enough time to stop feeling ill. Lenore was quick to comply, and she was just unpredictable enough to discourage the foes from coming too close to Sockface. Lenore did a good job of trying to keep the weapon between herself and her enemies, but it soon became obvious that this was all she was doing. Boldly, and perhaps stupidly, the meister raced toward Sockface, planted a hand on the top of the anchor, and flipped over his obstacle, landing in front of Lenore. With his tent peg grasped in a backhanded style (totally cool, but not very effective) He made a few jabs at the girl with his bare fists, aiming for the softer areas of the torso. The crowd went wild with shouting, and jeering, both helpful advice (to both sides) and curses along with taunts. Some people had already started betting, nothing serious, but enough to invest their interest more fully in proceedings. Ahab wasn't good with crowds, but he was able to ignore it when there was a battle to focus on and he was in his weapon form – Len on the other hand, well he hadn't seen her amongst a crowd all the time he'd been following her, so he didn't know how she would be dealing with all the attention, and people. 'Weel the next thing ye need the do is te keep me betwin yerself an them, an if they coom too close te me, try te shoov them awey – weth yer weapon... ef yer still fair enou te keep goin?' Ahab had never had to give running advice before. He had given the occasional pointers to his meister, but never had he been so thoroughly involved in the battle. In a way it suited him well enough. He found that since he'd come back to Shibusen, he had disagreed with a lot of the techniques and styles being used there – they were too flashy, or not effective enough. In a way it was a relief that he got to call some of the shots – it stopped him from stewing in frustration when he felt the meister was not wielding him correctly. |
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| Sega | Oct 31 2010, 03:38 AM Post #18 |
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A small amount of panic set in as the tent peg brandishing meister made a leap over the anchor and into Lenore's discomfort bubble. Typical character archetypes rang true for the psychic girl, as any direct blow from even a normal fist could put a stop to her fighting efforts in an instant. She released her hold on Sockface, attempting to both dodge and dampen the punches with an odd brand of small backwards jumps and raised hands, which made most of the blows glancing at best, except for one or two which struck her forearms rather squarely. Eventually, she drifted into a position in which Sockface was between her and the other students once more. A hand extended to Sockface, and she regained her telekinetic hold on him and by extension, the mental link. 'Weel the next thing ye need the do is te keep me betwin yerself an them, an if they coom too close te me, try te shoov them awey – weth yer weapon... ef yer still fair enou te keep goin?' "Y-y-esss... I think that's-th.. what I ss-thould s-hay. My arms-th hurt..." Lenore attempted to lie, and then spilled the truth straight afterwards. Her body really was a fragile thing, already dark green patches were beginning to form on her limbs, indicative of bruising. A small taint in skin colour was nothing striking. But when bruises, blushes and inflammation were green instead of red, something was definitely strange about the biology of the person. She was like a summer peach that should have been thrown away months ago, and bruised just as easily. Granted, strange blood colours seemed to be like the new hair colours, and the new designer shoes, that were all too prevalent (as Sockface would say) these days. In any case, Lenore raised the demon anchor into the air once more. The young opposing pair took to trying the same move as before: a cool flip over the levitating shield. As soon as he planted his hand onto the anchor, Lenore jerked Sockface upwards, which would have sent the enemies sailing up into the air, had the tent peg not caught on the loop of the anchor. The thin 'handle' of the tent peg weapon easily slipped out of the meister's hand, and the peg fell down to the ground while the meister continued flying over the head of Lenore. The small weapon broke the surface tension of the mud and sank, leaving the meister confounded as to where his partner had ended up. "Dude! Bro?! Where are you?!" Meanwhile, Lenore took a few cautious steps away from the landing site of the tent peg, looking to Sockface for further instruction. Edited by Sega, Oct 31 2010, 03:39 AM.
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| zippy_zippy_no | Oct 31 2010, 02:44 PM Post #19 |
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Sockface changed back into his normal body. Although it didn't feel like the fight had technically finished, Lenore didn't seem particularly … adept... and he would have to have her do something like fighting that may not naturally come to her, especially if she might end up getting injured. 'Thanks, thaht'll prolly be enou fer the noo. We have talkin te do, don' we?' Sockface added the mental equivalent of a smile, a well thought out ':)' as Lenore set him down, in much the same way as before. Standing up, Sockface rubbed his abused rump. He was going to have to ask Lenore to set him down more gently in the future... if the whole, floaty, picky up thingy, happened again. The tent peg changed back into his human form, complaining about the abrupt cutting off of battle. His meister shrugged. They had landed badly on their shoulder, and although it was very painful they were putting on a brave face for the crowd. The teen in question wanted to go to the infirmiry more than anything else, as it was likely the shoulder was dislocated or something equally distressing. The meister was therefore okay with the fight being cut short. His weapon frowned, seemingly disappointed by his partner's decision. He was coated in mud, and looked to be in some discomfit. Turning a furious glare on Sockface, the boy's arm changed into a large skewer-like limb. “Looks like I'll have to finish this!” he shouted, rushing toward the living doll. Sockface wasn't about to turn and flee, and neither was he extremely nimble. Before he could make up his mind on what to do, a flash of light shone into the eyes of the oncoming boy, who quickly brought up one hand to shield his face. Lance was looking particularly innocent at that time, and if anyone had been close enough they might have heard him muttering something about hot heads and the code of chivalry. Sockface stepped to the side, leaving one leg out to trip his adversary who fell hard at the feet of Lance's horse. Lance seemed unimpressed, or perhaps he had forgotten what he was doing there. Either way he noticed the boy at his feet, and shrieking with ill concealed joy, the elderly meister grabbed up the weapon, and slung him over the back of the horse. “I must save this fair princess! AWAY!” he shouted. No one had noticed until then, but he was sitting backwards on his horse, and as it took off (with muffled hoof beats) the lad slung over the back was jostled and jolted. His partner gave the crowd an eye roll, indicating irritation at Lance's crazy antics and walked off in the same direction, too cool to run. It wasn't a win exactly, but it wasn't a bad start. The crowd started to disperse as students remembered it was home time, and that they had already spent far too long in school that day. Sockface jogged to Lenore's boots (which were still on her feet). They were still muddy, and he pointed at them questioningly, as if to ask 'are you still going to take those off?' What the living doll really felt like was a nice drink of something. Something strong. He wasn't one for small talk, and he'd spent all day shuffling around the corridors of Shibusen following this girl, who turned out to be quite nice, and something of a pacifist... although not through any sense of ethical duty, more out of a lack of enthusiasm, experience and/or skill. Still what better a place than Shibusen to foster a love of violence and collateral damage? In any case he felt dusty, and worn. He found that occasionally he might feel weary, but it wasn't in the physical sense of the word. It was still possible to become mentally weary, and he needed time in a quiet secluded place to get rid of that particular malady. |
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| Sega | Nov 3 2010, 04:22 AM Post #20 |
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