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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 30, 2016 19:34:53 GMT -8
Anselm almost touched his freshly painted cheeks.
Anselm- "OoooOooo do I look niiiiiiiiice?"
Anselm- "Don't smudge me, I like a nice drawing."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 30, 2016 19:38:18 GMT -8
Tristan went to work on Babs, but spared a look Ru's way. Cameron was too focused on gettin' stuff done, talking with the others.
Cameron- Tristan- "OK, so... Maybe it's the ghosts "Are you OK for the of August, Babs, and Ru, and uh... fun revenges job, Anselm can just be a general- Ru? It's cool guy. purpose ghoul. We bop up to his window and oo-oo-ooh..."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Apr 30, 2016 19:42:20 GMT -8
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 30, 2016 19:44:15 GMT -8
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Post by DKender on Apr 30, 2016 19:48:44 GMT -8
"Thank you, Darling. I know I look marvelous." She liked the idea of playing themselves as angry spirits. Any supernatural activity would be considered ghostly instead of vampiric."In my headcanon, we sold our souls to Anselm for divine inspiration, and now we serve him in the underworld as payment. But that's just my headcanon. I haven't written it down in my diary or anything. Not like ... not like I do that. What would it even be? Haha. Friendfiction? Let's get going. OoooOOooooh. I call wiiiindooooooOOOoow. After youuUUuu!"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 30, 2016 19:52:57 GMT -8
((lol friend fiction)) Anselm- "Aw, you zell a soul to me? Thank you."
Anselm- "You vant me to lift you up, Babette? I cann go to a window easy. Vhat do you 'dhink, August?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 30, 2016 19:54:25 GMT -8
Tristan- "Cool! And... Yeah..." Cameron- "Yeah, I'll slap some of that junk on and hit the hall with Auggie."
Tristan did a little bit of foolery with spirit gum for texture and used the makeup to have Babette crying tears of blood that burned through her face.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Apr 30, 2016 19:58:41 GMT -8
Ru- "I can do a good Arachnoboy impression and climb up there...I like this selling your soul idea, though I read too much horror to think that was a good idea..." He looked a little more cheered. He was now the only one besides Anselm who didn't have smeared make-up. He wondered if he too should cry blood, or forever play the sad-clown...
Maybe he was the ghost of a sad clown. The worst friend-fiction alternate universe of all.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 30, 2016 20:02:37 GMT -8
"Alright but remember cursing. No getting too scary until I can see. Or else. I'll tickle ya to death or something. No getting into scuffs like last time either." "Let's get going, hambalos!" He hurried towards the building. What if Lloyd had moved? It was possible...
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Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Apr 30, 2016 20:09:27 GMT -8
"Hu-rah. Let's fly! I've always wanted to claw at a windowpane in a ghostly way!" Babette threw herself at Anselm's general arm area. She was glad she wore a flowing white dress. She'd feel very scary drifting above the ground, all spectral and driven by vengeance."It must be so liberating to fly. Good for the environment, too, as long as you don't scare too many birds."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 30, 2016 20:14:19 GMT -8
Anselm- "I promise my friend August! Only ooOOooo from me. "
Anselm- "Okay, I lift you now Babette, don't vorry, I never drop ever!"
Anselm gently put his arms under Babette's, and walked backwards on to the building, before skittering up faster. Babette's feet dangled limply, her inhuman weight not wrenching her arms too badly, but the view might have been a bit disturbing. Her ruffly nightgown did indeed flutter like the veriest of ghosties. Anselm- "Are you comfortable?" It was quite chilly, though goosebumps were no longer a problem. He helped her get into place clinging on the wall, checking to make sure she wouldn't slip before he took his hands away.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Apr 30, 2016 20:17:17 GMT -8
Cam and August veered off to another thread. Tristan followed, but did not intend to poke his own unprepared head in that window - just enjoy the show from below. Tristan- "Haha, it's so cool!"
Ru- Ru made his spirit one with the...rat? As he climbed up the side of the building as before. He could definitely get used to his improved athletic abilities here.
Maybe he could even start wearing clothing that MIIIGHHHT have gotten him beaten up in some places before in public! After all, what could they do to a vampire? "Oh, you are spooky tonight, Babette..." He nestled alongside Anselm and Babette to get a good look inside the window and see if he could see...well..much of anything. Any more late-night workers? Or maybe a sleeper? Or were they at the wrong window? He listened carefully.
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Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Apr 30, 2016 20:24:28 GMT -8
Babette trusted Anselm not to drop her - anyway, if he did, she'd probably get over it. Or become a *real* ghost. OooOOoh."Very comfortable! Although ... do your feet ever felt tingly when you contemplate a long drop? Because mine are tingly." She decided not to look down anymore, instead peeking through the window, searching for their target."I do wonder how you learned to fly. Baby birds throw themselves from their nest wing it. Literally. I hope you weren't expected to do the same."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 30, 2016 20:27:02 GMT -8
Anselm- "I get kicked from a vindow by a mean man, but it's ztill fun because you don't die. Maybe vee practice to fly vith me and Ru."
Anselm clung to the wall between Ru and Babette, leaning his ear against the bricks to look at them with his strange, goat-ish eyes.
Anselm- " Oooh I am zo excite...! "
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Post by Dr. Jar on Apr 30, 2016 20:33:04 GMT -8
Ru- "A mean man threw you? That's horrible, even if you are a vampire... It still hurts to be...hurt..." He felt a sudden twinge of feeling-badness for Anselm. He never even liked the way that falling in videogames felt, much less..well, being shoved out an open window! "I...I'd love to fly...I heard I can turn into a bat, but so far...I haven't really turned into any animals. I just can't make myself do it." He looks a little embarrassed at the mention of his personal failure, and does look down...then looks back up because he didn't much enjoy the odd dizzy feeling it gave him. "I think my power growth has been pretty slow...Oh...if you don't mind me asking...What is your other animal shape? Are... are you a goat too?"
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