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Post by seraaches on Feb 18, 2008 11:00:27 GMT -5
Mnem slammed his chest, shoving him away and the stallion let this retreat him a step or two away. Really, he just didn't trust the canine's teeth. He easily outmassed her by a great deal not including his strength from years and years of training. It just wasn't worth antagonizing her further right now, though.
A few steps away, however, it was easier to be amused by the situation. "I suggest you shower -now-," he replied calmly, leading the way back into the bathroom. Amazingly, his headache had receded with the oncome of these unlikely events. He pulled out a rag and towel and put them on the counter. "I should point out, however, that you were the one snooping, you were the one who wouldn't release the item that didn't belong to you, and now you are the one covered in wot could be a particularly nasty hair tonic." He stepped back out of the bathroom, and gestured for her to feel free to enter it at anytime.
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Post by Kiki on Feb 20, 2008 22:11:50 GMT -5
Bee and Sera receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Bee on Mar 1, 2008 21:03:23 GMT -5
Mnem politely told Shinrai to go fuck himself before slamming the bathroom door behind her. She scrubbed at her head furiously under the spray of hot water, trying to get in infernal concoction out, but it seemed to be of very little avail. A few streaks were visible in the water, and swirled down the drain, but most of it seemed to be sticking. And her head felt cold and tingly, and she scrubbed harder.
When she finally pulled her hands away, they were filled with long strands of hair. Golden and pink and purple and darkish blue at the tips. That wasn't right at all. Her hair had been very short, and completely pink. Her hair didn't...her hair didn't move.
What the hell was that potion?
The hair writhed and waved furiously as her own anger grew. Shampoo bottles hit the floor, knocked out of their place by the hair. She was going to kill him. That was the only thing for it. She didn't care that he was more than twice her size. She had rage on her side. And teeth. And more rage.
Mnem turned off the water, shook out the hair, and flung herself out of the bathroom to tackle Shinrai.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 4, 2008 12:49:21 GMT -5
Triangular ears were up as he stood by the bathroom door, concern showing across his face. Either Mnem was throwing a fit, which really was more than a little likely, or something had gone seriously wrong with that hair potion from Besaba. Well, he certainly wasn't going to try it out beforehand. He still felt safe from his own self-recrimination that he hadn't actually meant to use the potion anymore. Perhaps, he thought wryly, it was fated.
Not that, at this point, it even mattered anymore. Wot was done was done and now he was going to have to deal with the consequences of her freakin' out. Because, and he gave a small, mental sigh, this was Mnem and it didn't matter how wrong she was, it was always someone else's fault.
He lifted a hand to knock on the door, but was saved the effort when it flew open, nearly on its own, and a raging canine pounced him with teeth bared, and claws flailing. She was like a banshee on the warpath. Even her hair appeared to be waving in her rage. *$%&, *$%&, *$%&!
Rai fell back swiftly from the attack, trying to figure out how to stop it without hurting Mnem when he slammed into the bed and his legs buckled beneath the ferocity of the woman's continued slashes and bites. Blast it, freakin' all! He managed to grab her wrists, but her teeth still flashed dangerously close and... sweet snot, wot was her hair doing?
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Post by Bee on Mar 5, 2008 2:41:55 GMT -5
She hardly even noticed that her arms had been arrested: her teeth were still working, and the hair--the hair was proving to be a rather interesting force in its own right, strands grouping together to form a few thick, snake-like appendages to curl around arms and try to jerk them away, one batch coiling around the stallion's neck. She doubted she could choke him to death. But being able to strike back and wield some kind of power was terribly exhilirating. Especially in the throes of mighty wrath.
She shifted into a better pin-down position. Putting weight in the right place and knowing how to move could help keep a bigger person immobile: probably not for any long stretch of time, if they were determined enough, but she wasn't really thinking long term. With a small, mean mockery of a smile, she said, "Now, say you're sorry."
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Post by seraaches on Mar 8, 2008 11:20:19 GMT -5
Rai lay still for now, amusement growing despite Mnem's new threatening visage. He let her pin him, though he had no doubt that he could break away from the woman if needed. For now, however, it didn't hurt to let her think she had the upper paw.
"Wouldn't I need to be before I said as much?" he wondered aloud lightly, not entirely certain -why- he was pushing her. He shouldn't, really, he shouldn't. But it didn't matter, the situation was growing past ridiculous. "Still," he said to the woman's narrowed gaze. "Surely there are worse things than lying to those you know."
Whether or not that was some sort of pointed statement was unclear; Shinrai wasn't entirely certain wot prompted him to say such a thing anyway. He continud to lay loose and ease beneath her, however, not pushing her at all.
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Post by Bee on Mar 8, 2008 16:42:56 GMT -5
The fact that Shinrai was apparently deriving some type of entertainment from the situation--not even attempting to fight her off--was curious and infuriating. He'd turned her hair into some type of viper nest of twisting sentient evil, and she couldn't see any way to turn it back. There needed to be some kind of punishment meted out for that. For turning her into a freak.
Her glare intensified. She didn't care about lying. Honesty was frequently irrelevant. She could employ it when it was necessary, but most of the time, what was the point? She pressed her face close. "Yes, there's killing them." The words were spit out and hung in the air like harmless dust motes. She wouldn't be able to off him in a direct confrontation. It would require something sneaky and foul. Which was not an option at the moment. At the moment she was dangerously close to a temper tantrum, which was entirely undignified and would not do at all.
React, you freaky hairless bastard!
Well, she knew one thing guaranteed to offend the stupid son of a bitch. The Hair grabbed his head to hold it still. She kissed him.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 9, 2008 1:04:26 GMT -5
Shinrai made a low, shocked sound. He expected to be hit, or choked, or kneed, or something else entirely unpleasant. Not kissed. Not that it was a bad kiss! Oh, no, Mnem was exceedingly good at kissing, and this was just a good reminder of that.
Still, after having that potentially exceedingly vile potion dumped on her head, she -really- shouldn't be kissing him and that really wasn't in her personality anyway. The woman had to be in control and this was something out of it, so she should be merrily trying to carve out his heart with a blunt object of some sort.
Still, he didn't push her off, too shocked to do so; he also didn't kiss her back, however, with the same reasoning behind it. He didn't -know- how to react to her unexpected and hard, though pleasant, kiss. At that moment, he just couldn't get his brain around the fact that she just really shouldn't be kissing him right now.
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Post by Bee on Mar 10, 2008 16:49:02 GMT -5
The Hair gripped tighter. She wondered how strong it really was; if it could choke something to death with the force of her sustained anger alone. He wasn't trying to throw her off, or fight, or do anything that he should be doing so she could actually feel satisfied and accomplished when she finally tore his throat out. This was jolly well why she just slipped things into tea. It would have been so much easier that way, a bit of poison in with the milk and honey, and she could have happily watched him slowly die. And then perhaps put his testicles in a jar to show visiting paramours. This is what happens, she'd tell them, solemnly. Don't let this be you.
She dug her nails in and and began to use a lot more teeth than was technically needed for necking. He was going to damn well suffer if she decided that he was going to suffer.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 12, 2008 11:21:19 GMT -5
Shock wore off beneath pain and he hissed under his breath as the canines tightened hard into skin. Well, his mind grimly offered, at least he'd gotten past his surprise. "I don't think so," he said quietly, and he shifted suddenly beneath her, seemingly to just rearrange his weight on the bed. However, he swung his tail up hard, slapping Mnem's butt with decided pop.
He couldn't very well tell her to be nice; it was fairly evident she wasn't doing this in thanks. That, however, was just fine. If she could dish it out, so could he.
Pushing upwards suddenly, he levered his weight sideways to throw the Yarrow Gardens woman off balance and hopefully switch their positions so -she'd- be pinned and not him. He could show her just wot it felt like to lose control of your own body, but he likely wouldn't go quite that far. Probably.
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