[EXAM] Moira's Task (Sura & Mitsu)

[Inu-Mitsu]

Mitsu could hear the muffled laugh and didn't know if she appreciated it. She was trying her best here.

"No true, Mr. The Pebble." Mitsu said cringing as he smacked her hands her hold loosening because of it. "Can't you picture a nice lady gnome by your side? The umm....grime only distracts from your....." Mitsu paused trying to find the words. She had no idea how to go about flattery especially to a creature that was completely grossing her out. "Impressive physic? Ghouls like a well groomed boil, Mr. The Pebble." At least she hoped girl gnomes did. Most of this she was pulling out of magazines she had read.

HP: 32 / 40
Damage: 0

Sosiqui

 

[Sosiqui]

"The Pebble says... YOU'LL NEVER TAKE THE PEBBLE'S MANLY MUSK!" The gnome dove away, coming up next to the wall after an impressive somersault. He turned, planting one arm on the ground and then planting his feet on the wall...

Then he launched himself at Mitsu.

HP: 36/50
Damage: 7

Inu-Mitsu

 

[Inu-Mitsu]

Oh jack.... That was the only thing that came to mind when the gnome wiggled away and proceeded to bounce off a wall and come barreling toward her like a canon ball. He crashed into Mitsu effectively taking her down and for a moment it seemed she was dazed.

"I don't think its so much manly musk as it is stink, Mr. The Pebble.." She said in a airy dazed voice.

HP: 25/ 40
Damage: 0

Sosiqui

 

[Sosiqui]

"The Pebble says... OH YEAH, GHOUL! THAT'S THE EFFECT OF THE PEBBLE'S MANLY MUSK!" The gnome posed winsomely near Mitsu's dazed form, flexing such that one of his pits was exposed.

...

Dear sweet mother of Jack on a cupcake...

...

That s**t was rancid.

HP: 36/50
Damage: 10 stinky, manly damage

Inu-Mitsu

 

[Inu-Mitsu]

Oh.....sweet....Sally why? Mitsu was suddenly overcome with nausea and she couldn't hide the look of impending sickness on her face. It made her scramble to her feet covering her nose, her vision barely clear as tears ran down her face. It was beyond a repellent, his odor was a weapon of war.

"Really, Mr. The Peddle...I think you should consider alternative options." Possibly scrubbing down with a toilet brush would be an improvement.

HP: 15 / 40
Fear: Using Y1 the Chill Failed (too stunned by the odor)

Sosiqui

 

[Sosiqui]

"The Pebble says... you know you love it, ghoul." The gnome winked lasciviously before getting to his feet again, thank Jack; the stench cut off as if someone had flipped a switch.

"The Pebble says... WINNING."

HP: 36/50
Damage: 4

Inu-Mitsu

 

[Inu-Mitsu]

A chill seemed to run up her spine accompanied with the wink. Love it? No...no she certainly did not and this was not winning. This was comparative to the bog of eternal stench. Mitsu was uncertain a bath would truly help.

"Is Mr. The Pebble scared of a bath?" Mitsu asked.

HP: 11 / 40
Damage: 3

Sosiqui

 

[Sosiqui]

The gnome flinched at the word. "The Pebble says... The Pebble is not afraid of ANYTHING least of all BAAAAAAATHS!" But he took a few steps back, slipping warily into a wrestler's crouch, one hand knuckled to the ground. His strength seemed lessened somehow, and he was definitely playing it safe, not even approaching the lycan.

"He hates them!" Moira... well, no doubt she thought she was whispering, but the sound was a loud hiss that anyone in the room could hear. Not to mention that her 'advice' was extremely obvious...

HP: 33/50
Damage: nope

Inu-Mitsu

 

[Inu-Mitsu]

"Hate is one thing but you fight it so much I think the thought of a bath frightens you." Mitsu was hoping to keep on this route. Maybe she could just...trick him into taking a bath. "Is it the water? Bubbles? Cute Scareon washcloth?"

He seemed rather defensive now being careful not to get near her. That was a good sign at least, but who knew how long she would be able to hold out. She glanced at Moira briefly before she advanced again trying to wrangle the slippery gnome. Somehow this whole thing made her think of Levi...she wondered why that was.

HP: 11 / 40
Damage: 6

Sosiqui

 

[Sosiqui]

The Pebble visibly flinched at every mention, though... was it her imagination or did his cheeks turn a little pink at the mention of cute scareon washcloth? "The Pebble says... NO YOU!!"

And he ran off to the far corner of the room, but not before flashing his pits again. Oh Jack.

HP: 27/50
Damage: 7

Inu-Mitsu

 

[Inu-Mitsu]

Oh she was getting to him, she could see a hint of a blush under all the filth but wait...he was running away! "W...wait!"

Oh jack...the pits again. It was like running into an invisible wall. She had a sensitive nose sure but she had never come across an odor so offensive. Her stomach churned again like she was going to be sick. Soon her nose was just going to give up and stop working and save her further torture.

Swallowing hard to keep her lunch Mitsu ran after The Pebble hoping to pin him down one last time.

HP: 4 / 40
Damage: 6

Sosigui

 

[Sosiqui]

The gnome flailed as he was pinned, legs and arms flailing ineffectually - maybe it was just that Mitsu's nose had overloaded, but even though he was at such close range he didn't seem to reek as badly... "The Pebble says... LEMME GO!"

HP: 21/50
Damage: 1

Inu-Mitsu

 

[Inu-Mitsu]

"No, Mr. The Pebble. For the betterment of everyone you need a bath." OR...they could send Mr. The Pebble to the Hunters of deus. Mitsu was certain he could stir up trouble just running around the place lifting his arms.

HP: 3
Damage: 0 (the dice do not want her to win)

Sosiqui

 

[Sosiqui]

"The Pebble says... NO," the gnome said, crossly. Was he sulking? It looked like he was sulking.

HP: 21/50
Damage: nope

Inu-Mitsu

 

[Inu-Mitsu]

Mitsu didn't know what to make of the sulky face but was sure to keep The Pebble's arms forced down at his side. No need to make the smell worse. "Mr. The Pebble stop being such a scareling. A bath is only an improvement. Think of the scareon washcloth!" It had charmed the others surely he would like it.

HP: 3
Damage: 2

Sosiqui

This is truly the battle that never ends XD