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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 22, 2013 22:02:36 GMT -8
Cathleen- "Oh whatever. Like you two are gonna even do anything, can't even get bags off your heads!"
"Hey Micah, what are you looking at?"
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Post by DKender on Mar 22, 2013 22:06:58 GMT -8
((OOC: Here's a genius response to Cathleen for to be edited in above.)) "YOU need a bag on YOUR head. Because you're UGLY." Cathleen- "Omigod, that's SO RUDE!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 22, 2013 22:14:24 GMT -8
"Nothing, I think it's fucking nothing.I am just keeping alert, yeah fucking alert." Micah kept his eyes trained on the fireplace, with occasional quick looks in any other cranny around. "Oh dear Cathleen, Insipid the body clock thinks you're ugly. Whatever shall you fucking do?"
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Post by DKender on Mar 22, 2013 22:20:35 GMT -8
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 22, 2013 22:54:55 GMT -8
Cathleen bickered with the two rude demons, picking up a half-empty glass of water still left on a coffee table to pour over the complaining Judy monster's head.
While they argued with each other. Micah noticed a movement from the fireplace... Some kind of shadow moving around?
Little bits of ash fell again.
When it happened, it was so quick that he hardly noticed how it had happened. The feet hung from the bottom of the faux-brickwork, not touching the ground, just swaying gently, silently... Something dark dripped from above, running off the white rubber of the shoe in little drips.
Cathleen had her back turned to the scene, preferring to flick the pillowcased monster on its pillowcase head.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 22, 2013 23:27:10 GMT -8
((Can we keep O-Bido<3? Please, Micah will take her for walks and everything. Is that Dick Van Dyke up there? )) "Ch-chimney, ch-chimney ghost, fuck! H- Oh fuck it!" Micah got up in a stance reminisce of Jack Sparrow, holding the flare like some kind of sword. He moved awkwardly towards the fireplace, there were no eyes to get fucked up in at least. He stabbed at the dangling shoes while trying to keep his eyes protected from the inevitable flame. He was in enough danger of going bloody blind as it was.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 22, 2013 23:34:42 GMT -8
Micah squinted his eyes and stabbed at the chimney with the firey flare, sparks went flying, and he could feel the hot of the fire on his face, and had that feeling of terror that either the ghost would touch him, or he'd light himself on fire.
Muffled O-bido Mangler of Infants- "Ooh what's that sound? That guy lighting himself on fire? Ooh yes! Immolate thineself for the dark lord! Heheheh.."
Cathleen- "SHUT UP! OMG, Micah, a ghost?! Did you get it?!" He pulled back from the chimney, insuring that yes, he was not currently on fire, and yes, there was nothing in the chimney. Well... that he could see. There was a pile of ashes in the bottom of the fireplace, but were they there before? His nose had been assaulted by rotting flesh, demon vomit, gun powder, cheap air fresheners... could he even pick that mushroom soup smell out any more? Well, he could always look up the chimney and see if he'd done the job..............
(or not. )
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Post by DKender on Mar 22, 2013 23:39:54 GMT -8
"W-W-WELL, MICAH? D-D-DID YOU G-G-GET THE GH-GH-GHOST? IT'S JUST FUH-FUH-FUCKING NOTHING, RIGHT?" Itoji laughed. Typical REEHEEHEE.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 22, 2013 23:51:18 GMT -8
"Y-yeah I think so..." Micah made a move to the couch before stopping still and turning back to the fireplace. Paranoia lick at his insides, he had to be fucking sure it was gone. Shit. He moved cautiously back holding the flare in front of him, he was glad Itoji was blindfolded and couldn't see his hand shaking. He got down on his knees and peeked up the fireplace holding up the flare. The pink light bounced off the claustrophobic tunnel. Was anything there? He really fucking prayed there wasn't.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 23, 2013 0:12:59 GMT -8
Micah leaned forward with the flare, which sparked and sent little wisps of smoke here and there. He peered into the chimney, feeling like the idiot who would stick his hand in the hole in the wall to see what was in there.... It was very dark in the chimney, even with the radiating pink light. Was he looking at the nothingness in the chimney, or was he just seeing nothing? Little flakes of black ash snapped as they hit the flare, and fell into his face and hair. He just couldn't be sure, but he hadn't gotten stomped in the face with a ghost-shoe? Right...? His head started throbbing, was it all this stink? The stress?
"Micah....?" He withdrew from the chimney, blinking his eyes from the sting of the falling cinders. His head as really pounding, it took a moment to focus his eyes, he looked over to see Cathleen staring up at the ceiling.
Cathleen- "What's that....?" ((picture of melty plaster ceiling))The ceiling bowed down like it was made out of melting plastic, in two rather mushy, but foot-like shapes. Something about this scene was making him feel very sick. The feet moved in and out of the ceiling, like they were walking through snow, deforming the ceiling into chunky lumps as it went, heading toward him...
Muffled O-bido Mangler of Infants- "They're heeeeeeere!"
(I had to rip off more than one person at a time, yes.. )[/size]
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 23, 2013 20:58:15 GMT -8
Micah stared paralyzed at the surreal mushroom like feet, at least that was all there was, what harm could feet really do? Well okay sure...It was stepping through the roof like it was fucking mashed potato. Would it mush him down with its foot too, like a mashed potato man? " I don't have a fucking clue... Who? Wh-who'smotherfucking here O-Bido? Who is? Or what? We might let you go if you f-fucking tell." Micah rubbed his eyes in the hopes that it would go away, it didn't. Ash wasn't going to get his bond back. He felt hung over or something. A deep sickness settled in his stomach like heavy ash, his head felt like it was a blue screen TV. Was he high from fumes or something? No because the others saw it too. Well one did and the others sensed it with their demon juju. The most important question hung in the air, why the fuck did it have to be coming towards him? Panic began kicking in and he couldn't focus. He thought about running or getting the fuck out of the way. Sweat dripped more ash into his eye stinging. Would it go after the possessed as well as normal humans? Micah wished he'd been remotely interested in the occult before this shit. He was rooted to the spot, was it worth even fighting? Seconds ticked by while his neurons fired. Should he used Itoji as a shield?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 23, 2013 21:31:33 GMT -8
Muffled O-bido Mangler of Infants- "It's a ghost! You should throw me in front of it! Yes, yes, that will ensure safety for everyone."
Cathleen- "G-- we gotta get out of here!" Cathleen grabbed Judy-monster by the back of the shirt, and tried to drag her. The monster went limp like a bratty child, and Cathleen continued to try to drag her, mostly only succeeding in pulling her shirt up.
Muffled O-bido Mangler of Infants- "Ooh I feel a draft, do you like my bra? " Of course, there was no time for looking at boobs. The mushy feet walked right up to Micah, and paused, bobbing up and down a bit, like they were wading upside down in water. Micah held the flare tight. Cracks began to appear in the formerly soft shape, like they had suddenly dried up. The cracks became dark, some kind of fluid welling up behind them?
.... BLOOOOOOSH! An enormous torrent of blood fell from the ceiling, soaking Micah with the hot, burgundy fluid, and extinguishing the flare. It just kept coming, impossibly, like the ceiling was hemorrhaging. Cathleen started screaming her head off and yanked Judy's body even harder.
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Post by DKender on Mar 23, 2013 21:50:04 GMT -8
"REEEEEEHEHEHE! B negative!" Itoji rolled and splashed in the blood (to the best of his highly limited abilities) like a spazzy snake in a birdbath. "Be a pal and scrub my back, Micah!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 23, 2013 22:05:58 GMT -8
Micah let a few screams out himself until his mouth filled with blood and it ended up more of a garble. He shook, spraying little flecks of blood about the place. Okay, action Micah time. Shit. Harden the fuck up, Micah. Harden the fuck up. Okay. He dropped the flare and began squelching his way towards Itoji, who was apparently salmon dancing. He grabbed the jerking turkey by the feet and began attempting to pull him out of the room, or at least away from the bloodbath. "Ugh, I'd like to say this was the first time I've been covered in blood, but that would be a bold face lie. WILL YOU STOP SCREAMING? Please?"
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Post by DKender on Mar 23, 2013 22:10:50 GMT -8
"BETTER IDEA! LET'S HAVE A SCREAM PARTY! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Itoji stopped wiggling, because he intended to funnel all his energy into being loud. Though this made the dragging process easier, it was exceptionally annoying.
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