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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 30, 2013 7:21:03 GMT -8
Wolf hung his head slightly and sighed again.[/i] "Well, if the neighbors are armed to the gills with guns, then I'm going to assume the other demon took the head with him, so it could use it to turn the other enclave against us. Or maybe I'm just being paranoid. If it's not immediately visible, no casual passers by will see it either. We can look for it in the morning when it's safer outside."
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DKender
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 Jun 30, 2013 9:31:30 GMT -8
"Conniving monsters. Paranoid is the new safe, I think." As she spoke, Molly began gathering fallen books, the true casualties of their battle.
"Say, is Nick a nickname? Don't you prefer Wolf?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 30, 2013 12:25:08 GMT -8
"I'll help you search, but I have to ask again: Is everyone alright?" He asks, sighing. He was tired, more than just a little tired after today. "I think we need to make a trip to any Churches nearby to see if they have anything we can use. It's worth a try..." He looks towards the door and then shakes his head. "I'll help you repair the house tomorrow, Wolf...We have some work to do, but at least we have enough electricity in here to run drills and screwdrivers." He rubs his shoulder and the place where the cabinet had clipped him. "I have some first aid...I assume at least most of you need it. We might also need that ice from the icebox from how much you have all been battered." She puts her hands on her hips. "I can't help with all of that house repair business tomorrow, but if magic is real, maybe I have some research to do. A shame we aren't near our original home anymore." She makes a tut-tutting noise, and starts sweeping.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 30, 2013 14:52:11 GMT -8
Wolf started picking up a fallen shelf.[/i] "I dunno, I wouldn't presume to understand a demon. Maybe his father in another life was Nick and he wanted to kill him or something." "Let's just get these doors secured for the night and work out a plan for additional fortifications tomorrow." He started barricading the door with shelves, reinforcing the structure with other heavy objects.[/i]
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 30, 2013 16:15:30 GMT -8
"It's all well being paranoid but I really don't think we're so important that the demon would think that far. I think it's just taken the head for shits and giggles. I guess I'd better release the beast." Anya pointed to where the chair was only just holding on to the door knob. Loud bangs could be heard from within. She wasn't convinced by Wolf's excuse but clearly he wanted it dropped, but it was definitely off, including his sudden lose of his funny way of speaking.[/color]
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DKender
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 Jun 30, 2013 16:50:02 GMT -8
"Just a moment, Anya. Let me enjoy the peace ..." She closed her eyes serenely.
[/i] "Okay, Honey, let him out. Now, Sister Blaze, can you do something for bruises? I'm like a ripe peach. Any roughhousing turns me blue. That's why my professional boxing career never took off. Heartbreaking. " She smiled. Totally serious about that boxing thing.
Note: Playa playaaas! Describe how your character passes the night - if he or she speaks with somebody, put a post in the converse thread.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 30, 2013 18:06:09 GMT -8
The nuns return upstairs to sleep, and Breg remains downstairs to watch in case of anything else that they happen upon downstairs, bringing a cot into the entrance hall in the meantime. After the demon attack, Molly couldn't sleep, so she joined Breg (and anybody else present) in the entrance hall for watch duty. She tried reading for a couple minutes, but something was bothering her. With a huff, Molly lowered the book and stared at Breg until he noticed.
"You wanna admit something?"
Breg raises an eyebrow, and looks at the door, before apparently thinking through every possible thing that he could have to admit. The highest likelihood was why they had not barred the door better earlier. Finally, he came to an answer.
"I don't believe in Hell, because it's a silly concept meant to scare people." Is all he says.
-Molly "Fine. Keep your secrets." Her tone softened. "It's all right. I understand."
-Breg "I don't catch your meaning...if you think I'm being dishonest, I'll do my best to explain anything to you." He replies, and sits on the floor.
-Molly "That's not what I think." She returned to her book, the literary classic "Dead Until Dark". A moment passed, and then, "Well, while we're being candid, Is Sylvia always a jerk, or does she just hate me?"
-Breg Breg thinks for a moment, and then sighs, and puts his hand through his hair. "...Sylvia doesn't hate anyone, she's just gruff. I think all of these events have put everyone on edge to some degree, and the kids in the house and Isa are a tough one... It's hard to be pleasant when we're all in a fortress here, waiting for the next siege...I wonder if we should be more proactive about all of this, and bring the fight home, or just wait it out..."
-Molly "I don't want to think about violence right now." She looked pointedly at the stained floor, where Greg's body had bled during the fight. Suddenly, her mood did a complete turn, and Molly started crying. It was the loud, dramatic kind of weeping.
-Breg Breg watches her for a moment, and then holds her tightly in his arms. "It's ok. We didn't kill him. We didn't kill anyone, we just need to focus on surviving, alright? Things will get better soon."Wolf was feeling glad that Breg had the attention. He was hoping the whole Nick thing would just blur away in people's memories. Then she started crying.
He stood and set his hand on her shoulder as Breg held her. It was super awkward, but he felt like he had to do something and he didn't want to attract too much attention by speaking.
Breg was wrong though. They did kill Greg. Wolf killed Greg. Carved his fucking head off. Bile rose in Wolf's throat.
He walked to the windows and peeked out through one of the viewing ports. Darkness. No shit. He coughed lightly as the burn in the back of his throat started to irritate him.
There was no way in fucking hell he was going to get to sleep tonight.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 30, 2013 21:34:30 GMT -8
Inna morning, there come a knockin' on thy door.
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DKender
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
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Post by DKender on Jul 1, 2013 17:25:29 GMT -8
Molly was booted out of the kitchen that morning for picking at Sister Isa's fruit pie. She'd been pacing the hall (hungrily) when the knock sounded.
Considering the last few visitors at their doorstep, she braced herself for danger and then called,
[/i] "Who is it?" Molly was wearing a summer-appropriate outfit. Smashing.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jul 1, 2013 18:17:06 GMT -8
The answer,Jacob- "Jacob Sam. You don't know me."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jul 1, 2013 18:50:17 GMT -8
At the sound of the voice outside, Wolf jolted awake violently. He hadn't changed from the night before, but had at least removed most of the bloody outer garments. He wore bloodied jeans, a v-neck t-shirt, and his boots.
He looked around almost psychotically, then gathered himself. He flashed a toothy grin at Molly, then got all serious.[/i] "Jacob, what's your favorite food and why?"
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DKender
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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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Jul 1, 2013 19:08:22 GMT -8
To Wolf, Molly whispered sneakily,
[/i] "That's one lucky bastard, if he says pie. Guess what the nuns are making?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jul 1, 2013 19:21:05 GMT -8
Wolf raised an eyebrow and gave a thumbs up. Pie sounded heavenly right about now. He wasn't quite as keen on the sharing part as Molly was, but he was making sacrifices on a daily basis these days and he was kind of getting used to it.[/i]
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jul 1, 2013 20:40:59 GMT -8
His voice was a bit high, sounded like it was coming from a very small person.[/i] Jacob- "Uh... Cream Puffs. Nice texture and flavor."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jul 1, 2013 20:59:43 GMT -8
"Alright, hang on. We got attacked last night and I've got a thousand pounds of furniture in front of the door. Come meet me at the gate on the side there and I'll let you in so we can talk face-to-face." Barring any disagreement from the visitor, Wolf disappeared out the back door.[/i]
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