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 Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 7:48 pm
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Method A: Golems
Finding herself within a more male form was not particularly startling. Statistically, the golems that she used to venture into Halloween had been more often male than not, and it was not as if she cared much regardless.
Mimsy's interest was more focused on the glowing object embedded in the golem's skeletal chest, which she curiously tapped with her claws, eliciting only a clink of claw against glass each time. The glow did not change, and the concept of this strange thing puzzled her - it was a phylactery, and she was a lich, but her knowledge of the undead was not quite extensive enough to have covered such a thing yet.
It didn't take long for her to resolve that this was best left to research upon their return; their goal of much greater significance was at the forefront of her mind, and she had no intention of keeping Robert waiting.
He'd waited long enough.
"Husband," she fondly acknowledged him, withholding commentary about his distinctly un-husbandlike appearance at the present, betrayed only by her smile. She bent just slightly, extending her bony hand towards him. "I will follow your lead. Where shall we go?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 9:49 pm
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Method A: Golems
For once, the thing that disturbed him most about his golem wasn't that he was small, or that he was a female. It was that he looked disturbingly more human than he wished he could accept, considering what they were about to do. Other than the big white pitbull dog ears flopping against her head; other than the vicious looking claws; other than the canine teeth hanging past her lips; Robert was staring at the warped reflection of himself in the golem, and wishing he looked more... monstery.
Mimsy was appropriately horrifying, and he took her hand, his claws clacking against her bones. "She's just a kid," He muttered, still disturbed over how young and tame his golem looked. She wasn't real, and she never would be - but she was based off a typical looking monster. And that meant she wasn't that far off the mark.
"If I were them, I wouldn't even let a kid like me inside." He grumbled in disdain. "I probably look like a freak to them."
The portal loomed menacingly up ahead. "We gotta try all the places ghosts would hangout. Graveyards I guess? Or spooky houses?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 9:50 pm
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Class in Session
The arm around his shoulders was enough to make him lean against her, despite how much softness this version of her lacked. "Nah nah, she was an adult, she was just like she always was. No different. So you think she's an adult here too huh? Maybe she became a teacher! She was always a teacher to me."
The sentimentality of that phrase weighed heavily on his heart, so it was easy to miss the strangeness of Mimsy wrapping herself around him would feel like, when all he knew was that he was sad, and needed to be held.
When he finally sobered up just enough to realize how close they were, he assessed the situation he was in, and how foreign it was to be in the position of the little spoon, before he grinned up at her with a very sudden, bright, childish, mischievous grin.
"Hey. Hey Mimsy. You're my booooyfriend." He teased.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 4:03 pm
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Class in Session
It was a bit odd that Clarice looked the same, but Mimsy assumed that this might be unique to her situation somehow, something that she alone had discovered. She filed this information away for later use, and nodded along as he spoke.
"The role of a teacher would be a suitable one for her, yes. It might benefit us to inquire who the newest instructors are. And yes, I--wait...your..." It took a moment for her to parse the last bit of what he'd said, but once she had, her eyes lit up (in a very literal sense). "Yes. Yes. Which means that you are my...my ghoulfriend."
This idea was so delightfully hilarious that she burst into a fit of giggles, a sound better suited for a Jabberwock than a Lich. The laughter consumed her so substantially that she toppled over, tugging him to the ground with her. As she struck the stone of the walkway, the laughter began to dwindle, and she took a deep breath to recover.
And opted to use it for a different purpose instead.
"I have a ghoulfriend! The greatest ghoulfriend there is," she loudly announced, finally catching the scrutiny of a handful of nearby students. Her arms tightened around him, and she swayed back and forth on the path. "And this will be my ghoulfriend forever, and we will get married!"
She really hoped that was a thing here. It was not something she had encountered yet, considering the average age of her Halloween friends.
"Take it to the shipping wall," scoffed a passing hob, rolling her eyes.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 7:52 pm
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Class in Session
"Ghoul-" Robert let out a peel of laughter that was almost girlish, which meant he actually sounded like his golem for a single moment. The sound of his laughter mingled with her giggles, creating a duo of madness to the eye of the passerby. She was so much taller than him, and her body was hard as it tumbled him down to the ground easily, sending him sprawling on the floor against her. His head knocked on the pavement, and the impact gave him a dizzy minute of stars and ringing in the ears. He barely heard how loud she was declaring their relationship to the world, until someone else took notice and responded as if they were merely annoying. Not suspicious. Just annoying.
Man, they really nailed this whole golem experience.
"Mimsy." He whispered, pushing up to flop against her chest. His tail wagged violently behind him. "We should take it to the shipping wall!!" He didn't know what that meant. He didn't know why he was so excited about it. He didn't know how to stop the appendage that vibrated his rear end from waving like a fan on high.
And it was getting entirely too easy to forget that he was, in truth, a giant hulking man trapped in a petite little pitbull girl's body.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 8:30 pm
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Red Thread
Locating the aforementioned 'Shipping Wall' was not nearly as difficult as Mimsy assumed it would be, considering the directions that they were given were accompanied by a description that labeled it as 'secret'. They needed only to cross campus and venture through a slightly more unkempt portion of the grounds to find it, pinned and pasted and taped and strung up all across the back of a wall behind some sort of well.
It was not nearly as impressive as one might expect a secret to be, either - just a tangle of student pictures connected by string, which seemed to indicate various sorts of relationships between them. Though visually intriguing, it meant very little to her. This was information that could be of devastating consequence in the wrong hands, but those hands were not hers.
"Goodness," she murmured, dragging him along as she moved to sit directly in front of it, close enough to reach it with ease. An insistent arm curled around him, slowly attempting encourage him into her lap.
Her eyes skipped from one image to the next, top left to bottom right, until the cursory examination returned no evidence of Clarice. This result came as an incredible relief, and she giggled again as the pleasant sensation of calm encouraged her to reach out and touch a blank space; maybe her cousin was permanently gone after all.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 10:07 pm
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Red Thread
There was an element of mischief and detective work that had gone along with the phrase secret, that was immediately lost when they found it without a single clue discovered. Robert might have tried to sniff the air for threads at times, but found himself inept at actually using his canine senses adequately. It didn't matter - they were there within minutes, and he was instantly distracted by the absolute tangle of threads and pictures that all of the students had made.
While Mimsy had looked for Clarice, Robert sat curled up in her lap, his eyes searching every face, reading the personality and life within each absurd looking creature. A lot of them didn't even look that grotesque, which was disappointing - but when he saw a truly hideous monster, he grinned.
That was more like it.
Still, the threads meant they were bonded to one another, and there were so many. These kids had emotions, and relationships, and heartbreak, and - and -
Are you on this board, Jazzy? She hadn't expected him to actually think of her, even though he'd been writhing in sympathetic despair ever since he'd gotten into the golem. The sound of her own name startled her, and her answer was devoid of the sharp sarcasm he deserved because he'd caught her off guard.
Doesn't look like it. I'm probably before their time.
He ripped off a piece of paper from the side of the board, and pulled a pen out from what looked like her school supplies in her pocket. He started scribbling something, then scratched it out, and drew a stick figure instead. A crude looking stick figure of what had to be a woman by the size of the round things on her chest - and great big black wings.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 6:51 pm
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Red Thread
When Robert took a bit of paper from the supplies the wall so kindly provided, Mimsy paid little attention to what he was doing, assuming that he had the same intentions that she did. They had been told to take their relationship announcement to the shipping wall, so it was entirely sensible to do just that, she thought.
Her focus was directed towards the wall again, gaze passing more slowly over each of the images, trailing from string to student to string again. It was another important presence in Halloween that she searched for this time, and she was much easier to find. The faces connected with her best friend were generally unfamiliar, even in passing, with the exception of two: one that had been captive on the island, and one that she vaguely resembled at the moment, who she recalled from one of her earlier missions.
She lowered her head as the irony of what she'd done began to sink in, and it was only as she placed her chin atop the smaller golem's head that she caught a glimpse of what he was actually doing.
A soft snort of amusement rattled out of her skeletal face, and she reached to acquire her own scrap. Using the back of his head as a surface to draw on, she outlined a rough approximation of Svensyl. Through his raucous laughter, he suggested an occasional amendment, but she never complied - she knew very well that he did not have spikes or six wings, no matter how many times he claimed otherwise.
The drawing that she gently placed in Robert's lap was a simplified, but fairly accurate rendition of the Jabberwock, considering the decrease in dexterity suffered by bone-claws for hands.
"He says..." She paused, assuming that he might repeat it for her. He went off on an entirely different tangent instead. "Said. That Jezebel may determine the nature of their connection."
Nudging him, she pointed towards the box filled with lengths of various colors of string.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 7:49 pm
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Red Thread
He'd made the wings bigger than her body by mistake, but otherwise he thought it was an accurate representation, and was already trying to scramble out of Mimsy's lap to go pin Jazzy up on the board. He did not make it far - when she placed the paper in his lap, his small form slumped back against her as he realized that she had drawn Svensyl, too. He wasn't expecting that, and while Jazzy clearly perked with sudden interest, Robert slumped in dismay.
"Maybe she don't want no-OH MY GOD ******** fine JESUS." It was clear exactly when Jazzy had gone from silent, to screeching banshee, in his head. He scrambled off of Mimsy's lap with the two pieces of paper, and pinned them to the board.
As far as possible.
Then he started picking out strings, at her request. He picked out a long orange one, a yellow one, a green one, and two really thick grey ones because Jazzy insisted there should be two of those to emphasize the tragedy of it all. He rolled his eyes and started pinning them, but his hand stopped on the first pin.
No, you don't want that one.
Why not? You don't tell me what to do.
You're getting ahead of yourself. Don't do stupid things out of rebellion against me.
And don't assume you're that important, dumbass. She said I could choose. I chose. Put them up or I start singing opera.
Robert had been standing still the entire time he'd argued in his head with his weapon, but finally he gave Mimsy a withering, annoyed glance, and reluctantly pulled out a red ribbon. They all were attached to each picture, but he made a show of making sure the red ribbon looked like it was barely touching the edges and might fall at any strong blow of wind.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 8:49 pm
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Red Thread
A patient stare remained on Robert until he began to pin up each of the strings, which presumably followed Jezebel's directions just as she'd asked, if his unpredictable pauses and looks of condensed misery were any indication. It was the first time that she could ever admit that Svensyl displayed greater interest in each of these details than she did, but could did not equate with would, so she admitted no such thing.
"Svensyl thinks that she makes good choices," she related, correcting his 'mistakenly' flimsy pin as she spoke. "He says this with a cadence of mischief that I do not entirely understand."
And he was not explaining.
She didn't press the issue, knowing that he would not readily clarify, and moved along by taking another piece of paper. It was torn in half with ease, then split with Robert as she offered one of those halves towards him.
"Now us," she urged, because everyone in every world ever needed to know.
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