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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 2:34 pm
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By now Yaya was certainly used to threats by Her, and this latest one didn't seem to phase the demon. "You will behave, or I shall go and fetch the scissors off the desk over there and start cutting." She'd found, over time, that She only really responded well to bodily threats to Junko's hair. Usually Yaya got on fairly well with Her, but at times like this, where She was being a real pain in the.. head, Yaya had to step in or her friend's well being.
Assuming her threat had worked, or even if it hadn't, Yaya swept her palms along the sides of Junko's head to sweep all the hair into solid tail before separating it into three smaller ones. Even with Her flailing, she was still a very accomplished hair stylist from years of battling her own insanely long hair. It might not have physically fought back, but the tangles were a real problem. Hindered or not, she did get the hair into thick braid, and plucked a ribbon from one of Junko's sleeves to tie the end off. Double knotting it just in case She managed to get any wiggle room.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 2:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 3:00 pm
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"No," he repeated after Christof, then said to Colette, "...And tired. I see. What's keeping you awake, exactly?"
He needed details. He was not good for much, usually. Sleeping advice, he could handle.
"I'm an expert, you know. At sleeping. One of my many talents."
He didn't know what to tell Christof. Buck up probably wouldn't do the trick. Anyway, after dragging him out in the middle of the night Barth wasn't sure he deserved much comfort. Maybe he was regretting what he'd done to Barth.
Because he was so loyal.
He finally said, "You don't err, have to worry about me. It wasn't all that bad. Anyway, I didn't have to walk back."
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 3:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 3:07 pm
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"You wouldn't." She seethed, hissing a bit. Yaya would never cut Junko's hair! Junko loved her hair and was proudly taking care of and growing it out despite her protests and how much she hated The Mistress! But She wasn't exactly willing to call Yaya's bluff for now...she was a demon, and She was a little less trusting of demons than Junko was; while She didn't totally despise the lovely Yaya She still held a quiet mistrust for all those Junko encountered. Could never be too careful. She did Her best to be a complete hassle, wrapping hair around Yaya's fingers and up along her arms, wriggling and squirming and trying just anything She could to not be braided.
Junko closed her eyes and tilted her head toward Yaya, sighing softly. Even with Her fighting this felt rather nice. People didn't often play with Junko's hair like this mostly because she didn't let them for their own good, or She didn't let them because She was a b***h. Eventually the braiding was complete and Junko opened her eyes again, leaning against her friend and looking up at her with a tiny smile. "Thank you, Yaya." Underneath Junko's hair She could be heard crying out muffled curses, anything She could possibly think of? She said it, though for once it was so muffled it was nearly impossible to make anything out.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 3:12 pm
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Both? Christof glanced up, eyes widening at the sight of Colette- Oh... Oh Candlejack. He tensed, hands trembling now as she moved her seat away- he really didn't mean the ghoul any harm! It just kept.... happening. Hell's Bells she probably hated him. If she was friends with Barth too there was certainly a chance of them crossing paths again... and again... He was cut out of his terror by Barth's sympathetic comment.
He's fine? Why would the Igor care if- And then it dawned on him. The only reason Barth was here was because Chris has dragged him along with him! But... but it had been with good intention, his Master DID need more socialization, and a game party had seemed like a good venue, and really he HAD helped him find all his.... beautiful ghoul friends and.... reconnect and... His face reddened again, as he struggled with conflicting emotions. Ultimately, it came down to fundamentals.
Slumping again, and still trembling as Barth and Colette continued their conversation, Christof turned back to the little red werewolf beside him, his handwriting shaking as he wrote, very simply:
I am a Bad Igor.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 3:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 3:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 3:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 4:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 4:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 4:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 4:44 pm
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Looking pained, Christof's responce to LW would probably be mostly unintelligble.
I did not follow Conducts 1 2 3 4
He had broken the Rules. Not all of them, but a sizable enough amount that it made his stomach churn.
1- He had abandoned Barth in jealousy, and ultimately if he hadn't stepped in would have also harmed one of his allies. 2- Granted it hadn't been INTENTIONAL, but he had obviously bullied the demon into breaking The Rules, ergo, putting him in harm's way. 3- He was still swallowing the jealousy he had over the way the Sloth Demon could twist the hearts of the Ghouls around him so easily for someone who seemed to think EVERYTHING was a huge effort. And there he was again! 4- And here he was, sitting in Detention, with his Master along for the ride. The rumors in the hallways were vague but generally gave the vibe that it was not a place you wanted to be.
Not that any of this would mean something to the werewolf, but it was true.
Slumping, he resolved into drawing depressed circles in the margin of the paper before adding underneath,
Also that Ghoul hates me.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 4:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 4:59 pm
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