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Post by ToxicShadow on Mar 30, 2007 14:39:42 GMT -5
Without saying anything else at first, she went to turn off the damaged TV; inspecting it a little. "My roommate must have gotten a little too excited while watching the battles of World War One. When that happens, his spikes tend to release." She was frowning too. While it wasn't the biggest deal that the TV was now broken, now she knew she'd have to get it replaced. However, she found a note on the top. Scrawled across it in neat yet rushed looking text was; Sorry, sorry, sorry! Magion, I didn't mean to break the TV! I went out with Ark to see what I could do. So don't worry, I'll pay you back. Sweka.
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Post by Bunny on Mar 30, 2007 14:51:23 GMT -5
"Spikes? He souns more and more like the puppy." Cerisathe allowed himself to laugh and shook his head. "Ah I do like how the universe works from time to time. Many things wind up being so simmilar and different from other things."
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Post by ToxicShadow on Mar 30, 2007 14:57:29 GMT -5
"Like I said, turn your 'puppy' into a six foot cat and you'll have him." She smiled faintly, setting the note down. Secretly, she was impressed he had spelled everything right in the note, even as simple as the words were. "Universe is right." she remarked. "Remember how I practically told you that I kind of like aliens? Well, my roommate Sweka is living proof that I can easily befriend them."
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Post by Bunny on Mar 30, 2007 15:18:18 GMT -5
"As I said I don't wish to do dammage to Ecatarina by turning the demon into a cat." He then found something to sit down on, namely the floor and looked up at her. "Good to hear you can get along with aliens I have only met one and he does not like me much but I had to bring him back from his hell and stuff. Another person I was made to chat in bringing back."
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Post by ToxicShadow on Mar 30, 2007 15:32:08 GMT -5
Magion nodded. "I take it she mustn't like cats." She then looked around a bit. "Oh well, um, I have to get cleaned up. Why don't you make yourself at home?" She smiled in knowing. "If you still have such a likeness for fruit, there is a basket of it on the counter in the kitchen. And there should also be some in the refrigerator."
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Post by Bunny on Mar 30, 2007 15:36:38 GMT -5
"She does not mind cats but she has more of a liking for rabbits." He grinned up at her and looked down at his hands. "And I just had to go get myself comfy-table before you told me there was fruit here... I just can't leave it alone now that I know it is there."
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Post by ToxicShadow on Mar 31, 2007 9:51:35 GMT -5
"Well you can do whatever you want; sit here, raid the house of fruit. I don't care too much as long as you don't destroy the place or anything. Now, if you'd excuse me." With that, she hurried off to another room. First thing was first; clean up the weapon and blood from her body. Next was the chore of settling herself down again. Which she escaped to her bedroom to do.
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Post by Bunny on Mar 31, 2007 9:58:21 GMT -5
Cerisathe nodded and got to his feet again. He was then quite happy to keep himself busy by eating fruit in the kitchen. Mostly grapes though. He could eat them untill he was sick in most cases, people could say he had a fruit obssession... who knows what they would say about him and grapes then. They would also help to keep him busy untill Magion was finished with whatever she was doing.
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Post by ToxicShadow on Mar 31, 2007 10:10:16 GMT -5
Everything was going fairly well. She used water and some crazy soap to clear the remnants of blood of her 'victim.' Now she went about her room and changing her outfit slightly. She set the gloves in a small box on her nightstand, tossed away her witch hat and changed her shoes. Now they were purple sandals that tied up. As for her replacement on her head, she pulled out a huge purple ribbon and tied it into her hair. It stood up with the same gravity defying-ness that the one on her tail and scythe did.
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Post by Bunny on Mar 31, 2007 10:27:05 GMT -5
Cerisathe looked down at his bloodstaiuned self and sighed. It probably would be best to get his robe off which he did without a fuss and had a look at his bandages. The ones wrapped around his torso were fine but the bandages on his arms were not keeping so well. "Maggie?!" He called his ears flicking a few times. "Would you have any bandages about here?"
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Post by ToxicShadow on Mar 31, 2007 10:38:01 GMT -5
Magion poked her head around the corner of the wall that separated her room with a tiny hall from the rest of the house. "Oh!" She hurried out and across the living room over into the bathroom. When passing she replied, "Sure, just hold on a second. When she appeared before him again she was holding a rather large first aid kit, rummaging through it until she found that bandages. "Exactly how long ago did this happen?" She gestured toward him, obviously his bandaged body, with a bit of a frown.
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Post by Bunny on Mar 31, 2007 10:40:40 GMT -5
"About two weeks but scratched from a demon heal far too slow for my liking." He said slowly unwrapping one of his arms to show deep gashes that still looked pretty fresh across the pink and white stripes on his fur. "It can take months to heal properly."
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Post by ToxicShadow on Mar 31, 2007 10:47:28 GMT -5
She made a face to show her displeasure at those facts, while clinically examining the injuries from where she stood. "Need any help or are you good on your own?" She offered, her eyes flicking up from his arm to his eyes. "And would now be a bad time to clean up the mess you've turned your robe into?"
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Post by Bunny on Mar 31, 2007 10:55:47 GMT -5
"I am used to doing this by now." He said as he set to work wrapping his arm up in a clean bandage. "But now is not a bad time to be doing stuff to my robe... I won't be getting more blood on it for a while at any rate."
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Post by ToxicShadow on Mar 31, 2007 11:08:35 GMT -5
Magion nodded. "Alright then." She scooped up the mass of blood stained cloth in her arms. "When you're done, you can just leave the kit on th couch. No doubt I'll have to use it either tonight or tomorrow morning." She disappeared down the small hallway that contained her own private rooms. Honestly, she would have been perfectly fine without the stupid wall. It wasn't like she cared to have it blocked but I guess some people intended to have lots of privacy from their roommates.
She went into the second door on that side of the house, if you could call it that, her work room which contained piles upon piles of stuffed toys all in rows on shelves that lined most of the walls all the way up to the ceiling. Then there was a huge desk, several cabinets and all of that. It was here where she lay out the robe, retrieved something that resembled dust in a vile and what appeared to be a liquid paint pen.
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