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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 8:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 8:28 pm
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Mort didn't speak, as his lips were pressed hard together to prevent him from screaming himself. His encounters with fire thus far had been the blue flame that, while excruciating, at least killed them instantly, and the candle wick spurts from Christmastival, which was minor enough to not cause a panic attack. In neither case was he exposed to it for such a long enough time for major problems to ensue.
This, however, did. He looked like a trussed up mess on the ground, shivering in fear, twitching from random spurts of electricity. He even instinctively recoiled away when he felt the warmth from Taryn's hand get near him, as if expecting a final fiery purge to prove who's boss. Arms that had once been over his face for protection now hugged themselves tight for comfort, and the zomboil's face was hidden beneath.
At this moment he hated, but it wasn't directed at the chimera surprisingly - but at himself. He should've known better than to challenge someone with fire power. But then he should've known better than to grab a ghoul's tail in battle. He did know better.
He didn't know anymore. All he did know was that it was clear who the victor was, so he better suck it up and say it. "U-Uncle," he mumbled weakly.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 8:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 9:39 pm
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The shivering lessened a bit as she spoke, a good sign. Still, his only response, after a short pause, was to blindly reach out and wave his had around until it found hers, at which point Mort gripped it tight. He had impulsive thoughts, like bringing her down to his level and giving an apology hug-cling, or something, but he didn't; doing things without thinking was what got him into this mess to begin with.
Thus, with her aid, the zomboil shakily stood back up into a slouched position, though he looked to her feet with the expression of a boil who had been called to the principle's office in front of everyone back in scareling school. "R-Right . . ." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "But . . . st-still okay friends?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 10:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 10:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 6:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 6:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 6:55 pm
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