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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 5:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 1:02 am
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Astra may have been crying crocodile tears, but she soon stopped as A, Yuki had been standing up for her, and more importantly B, Yuki was now being taken for a ride.
"HEY DON'T YOU DARE HURT HIM YOU BIG JERK!" Wriggling out from underneath the mess that was the chairs, she jumped into the air and flew over to the two boils. She was surely tempted to just slice up Titus but she ran the risk of hurting Yuki, so she did the next best thing.
Grab one of Yuki's arms, and pull the other way.
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Deacon didn't knock one bit of sense into Sludge, but he did succeed in dislodging the xenomorph from his tail. He was not very powerful in the slightest being only a snot, so the older cat boil had the edge in this one.
He didn't attempt to grab him again, but he did hiss angrily while rubbing his sore head.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 7:22 am
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It was lucky the ceilings were rather high in the cafeteria. Titus was able to rise to a decent height without to much trouble, the smoky substance that made up his wings suddenly showing vague faces of people screaming in horror. His wings were not made up of normal muscle, tendons, and sinews, but instead they were quite literally made up of nightmares.
"M̶a͢ỳbe͏ y̴ou̧ s͟hould ̨r͜eco͠n̨s̴i͢der̸ w̴ho̴ ̴y̨ou҉ ͟c̀a̕ll ̷f̷ri̷en̶ds̸,̴ ͝Ẃi͠s͠p̷." Titus' voice was not alone when he spoke, like something else was talking with him. Something much darker and sinister than the nightmare demon himself.
As Astra approached the blackened half of Titus' face pulled back into a smile splitting his face with a jagged row of teeth all the way back to his pointed ears. His features were almost alien now on the one side as the nightmare fiend took over, the blackness spreading down his arm. It was just the one side, however, as Titus continued to remain in some sort of control.
"Oh̵, y̡ou ͞w҉ańt̸ ̡hi̸m? ́H̨a͘v͘e hi͟m̨!" Titus used what force he could manage to throw Yuki into Astra. He didn't imagine the little bug was strong enough to carry the larger boil.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 6:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 9:00 pm
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Yuki wasn't someone who was afraid of heights, but he wasn't exactly fond with the idea of falling from high places. He wasn't so distracted by just how long the fall was, though, as he was by the literal nightmare fuel that Titus was turning into directly in front of his eyes.
His response to the sight and sound of it all was like something in his subconscious had just flipped absolutely all of his mental switches to panic. The ghost struggled despite his predicament, and he probably would have actually cried out if his throat hadn't felt suddenly so tight and dry. He felt like he was suffocating even though he didn't need to breathe. He had to run away. He didn't care if he had to hurt himself to do it, either.
He was aware of Astra only when she tugged at him, and he turned that fear filled stare on her. What was she doing? She needed to be as far away from this freak as possible, too! He couldn't find the voice to tell her.
The next thing he knew, a sharp pain struck into his ribs and he was falling. He knew better than to try and grope for anything, because he was in midair and there just wasn't anything to grab hold of.
Only then he felt Astra grab hold of him again, and by some outstanding miracle she managed to slow his descent. What would have either been a trip to Cricket's office or an outright dissipation trip back to his dorm became just some bumps and bruising that he'd feel for the next few days.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 5:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 7:41 pm
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While serious injury had been avoided, the ghost hadn't managed the most graceful of landings. He was trying to recompose, sprawled out on the floor, rolled onto one side. When Yuki realized that Titus was intent on continuing, the boil was swift to sit up, scrambling backward to keep distance.
He didn't like that Astra put herself between them. Not in the slightest.
"Get away," Yuki managed in a voice barely above a whisper, as if he was terrified of what would happen if Titus heard. His eyes were still wide in fright, his pupils just larger than pinheads against his bright irises. His appearance wasn't solid anymore; that focus was lost and he had become slightly translucent.
His mind was screaming for him to run. Run. RUN!
Yuki felt like he wanted to throw up.
The metallic clang that echoed from Titus' direction quite suddenly made Yuki jolt. It wasn't until the frying pan hit the ground with an equally loud noise that he realized that they had been saved before the demon could do anything more.
Yuki watched at the demon seemed to fall in almost slow motion. As soon as he hit the ground, Yuki was getting to his feet. He was done being here. So done. If he wasn't in another room with Titus for the rest of his afterlife that would be too soon.
And then Deacon snuck up behind him a second time that day, gave him a casual tap on the shoulder, and Yuki reflexively wheeled around in fright and violently swung one of his arms right into the bakeneko's jaw.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 8:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 8:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 9:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 9:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 1:53 pm
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When Yuki was gone and Sludge offered no assistance in the mystery of why he'd been such a ghoul about what happened, Deacon was about to clean up after himself and... No. No, he wasn't going to do that at all.
In a strike of pure "artistic" genius, the tabby collected one of the overturned chairs nearby and carried it over to where Titus was sprawled out on the floor, balancing it upside-down so Titus was wedged between the angle of the back and seat.
Then he went back for a couple more chairs to lean on the first, making a precarious base and setting on chair upright on top of it all. Onto the chair went the trash bin... And on top of the trash bin went the metal frying pan. For a moment, Deacon considered putting more trash into the bin, since hopefully it was all going to end up on the floor when the nightmare demon woke up anyway, but he'd already invested too much time in something he wasn't going to have the pleasure of witnessing in the end.
Digging his phone from a pocket, Deacon went so far as to lean over Titus and take a selfie of his masterpiece.
Of course, he knew better than to post that anywhere, unless he wanted to welcome the idea of an a** kicking in the future.
Glancing back toward their table, Deacon realized that Yuki had forgotten some things there. Ok. He could work with that.
By the time Deacon actually left, the contents of Yuki's drink had been dumped over the nightmare demon's head, the cup balanced on one of his horns, and several crumpled book pages dropped into his wet, sticky hair.
Art, bitches.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 6:09 pm
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