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Post by Jenn on Jun 22, 2007 9:09:13 GMT -7
Mask listened to the mustildae talk for a little, making some truly disgusting noises as he attempted to clear part of his airway. The mucus was firmly housed, however, and little of it shifted. Bloody phlegm. Well, not literally. At the moment, anyway.
"I think I remember those lil' rabbits," he said on a yawn. "Noisy. Annoying. Wanted to punt one of 'em, just for the fun of it. 'd prolly sail far." He chuckled at the thought, seeing a small green form flying through the air, a projectile weapon. If he coated it in his slime beforehand and aimed it for a building, perhaps it would get some humans sick before either they caught it or it skittered off. Entertaining thought.
He accepted the water and knocked it back, his raw-but-slimy throat appreciating the cool liquid. "Maskaeinji," he grunted after drinking. "Mask, usually. Makes things easier. Yours is easy enough as it is. Eh, I might be able to r'member Mulsej. We'll see."
The shifting in the corner escaped his attention and he threw back the bottle, its surface smeared with the grime and oils that coated his fur and paw. "How'd ye merit the room? Bribe somebody? Kill 'em?"
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Post by Nathalia on Jun 22, 2007 10:20:31 GMT -7
Mulsej watched as the Infection chugged the water, tossing the canister aside. At least the poor lad looked a bit better now, though he hadn't been able to cough anything up...Mulsej was secretly glad for this; it wasn't that he minded...it was just the cleaning up later that would get to him...
He listened as the Canine described his remembrance of the tiny Lapines, and grinned showing all of his teeth.
"Ahahaha! Kehawhaw, keh..." Mulsej cackled, choking on some spit. "Yew would punt 'em inter someone' window, I suspec'!" Mulsej gasped, laughing still. "Then yeh'd chuck one ahf them rats after 'em fer good measure. They'd think twice aftah tha', wouldn' they?"
Recovering from his laughing fit, he listened again to his companion. "Mask? Ah, yeah, ah remember nohw. Heh, S' a good name, nohw that ah don' 'ave rabbits everywhere, Ah'll prab'ly remember it fer a while..."
He grinned at the next question, waving a paw. "Nah, lad. It was given ter me bah my Lady, Dayobi. The Puppet Master, 'ere. She's a good boss, tha' one." He murmured, face going slightly dreamy before he regained control of it.
"She runs a good ship, every whan gits a room, unless they don' live 'ere. She's got lotsa visitors frahm other Casts an' such." The old Torn stretched luxuriously on his bed, loving the comfort the pillows brought. "'Sides, Ah'm an official, whan ahf the first members, so ah got a good room, y'ken?"
He glanced about, then raised an eyebrow. "Yeh lookin' fer whan?"
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Post by Jenn on Jun 22, 2007 11:21:51 GMT -7
Mask let loose a short, snorting laugh. "Lookin' fer what? A room? Me? Not bloody likely." He shook his head and laughed again. "Even if I knew who this Puppet Master of yers was, which I don't, 'm not lookin' to join a Cast any time soon. Too restrictive. Bossy. Too many...y'know, people. Not my thing a'tall."
A loner by nature, the Infection preferred to avoid the company of others whenever he had the opportunity. Sometimes he found himself bored or hungry, which necessitated contact with someone or something, but in general he preferred to keep his nose out of everybody else's business so long as they left him to his own company.
Many brief acquaintances he didn't meet more than once. With Mulsej, it was twice now, which was enough that he might consider devoting enough memory to remembering the old Torn's name. Maybe. If he wasn't using it for anything else at the time.
"Oy, there's no chance o' those annoying little buggers getting in 'ere right now, is there?" He wouldn't want to be assaulted while already exhausted and suffering from a severe case of 'summer'.
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Post by Nathalia on Jun 22, 2007 11:50:23 GMT -7
The old Torn shrugged nonchalantly, he knew that some preferred to be loners...but hell if he was going to give up his damn pillows just to be left alone. Huh! The idea...he'd rather just barricade the door.
"Eh, whateve' floats yer boat, lad. Yew kin jus' come an' visit when yeh git too hot, then." He rolled over onto his back for a few moments, getting the kinks out, then turned heavily to face the Infection once more. "Mah pad's big enough fer visitors every once inna while. Ah don' ahf mind the comp'ny iffin' yew don'."
Mulsej shook his head, chuckling at Mask's last statement. "Nah, even iffin' they was around nohw, they'd be 'elpin M'Lady with the alcohol preparations. Yeh shoulda' seen 'em when she said they could make wine, when' bloody nuts..." He shook his head again, attempting to dislodge some spittle.
"Anywhay, Ah think they're out elsewheres wit' their mum...s' where they say they go when they ain't 'ere..."
"Ey, yew wan' som food? Ah'll go an' git yeh some, but then Ah'll 'ave tae leave yeh 'ere fer a bit. Got some errands tae run."
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Post by Jenn on Jul 5, 2007 18:26:48 GMT -7
Listening to the old Torn speak left Mask in a dulled state, his body nearly having reached its 'tired' limit for the week. Lids drooped over glassy black orbs and his head rested awkwardly on one colorful paw. His body had begun to curl around itself in preparation for sleep, practically begging him with every twitch and grunt for sleep.
"Might stop by once in a while fer a drink," he agreed in a voice that, if not for the slight slurring, would be amiable enough. "Not many places I can get booze so easy, if yer offering."
Another yawn and his eyes fell all the way closed, almost against his conscious will. He felt protected enough in this room, away from humans and most Euclides - and Amuni, the bastards - to rest. Or fall into an unconscious mucous-covered pile of Infection. Whichever came first. Even if Mulsej had tried to pry him up off of the floor, it wasn't happening by this point. "Do whatever," he grunted. "Your place. 's a nice rug, though."
Within seconds, his attention would be lost to a very insistent, very impatient Sandman whose appointment with this creature had already been delayed for far too long.
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Post by Nathalia on Jul 6, 2007 13:31:57 GMT -7
Mulsej laughed. "Sure yehs kin stahp by fer a drink when yeh like, lad. I sure as wouldn't mind the comp'ny." He watched the infection droop, then pass out on his floor. "Heh, glad yeh lahke the rug, lad" The old Torn murmured, grinning...that had been oddly...cute. If he had more time he would consider sodomizing the canine...but he was needed, and he couldn't keep his Lady waiting. Hmm, perhaps the Infection would still be here when he got back. Turning his head toward a tiny basket in the corner, he blew through his mismatched teeth, whistling. A small head snapped up over the edge of the basket, followed by a slim, green and yellow form. The small Di fell over the edge and pranced its way over top of the Infection to its master. Mulsej rubbed the top of its head affectionately. "Ello, Behn. Ere, now. Watch this fellah, iffin 'e needs water or anythin' yew go an git it fer 'im. Allrigh'?" The Di nodded its head and made a purring noise, rubbing itself along its master's leg. Mulsej crooned to it for a few seconds, rubbing its side. He then patted its head, and dragged himself from the room, shutting the door behind him. ((OOC: Should this be the end, then? If so, we can pull the next one soon 83 yay, threesome! <3))
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Post by Jenn on Jul 6, 2007 17:14:23 GMT -7
((*cackle* Yuss, Mask being unconscious will likely be the end. Time to start the brain-splodey goodness!))
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