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Post by Bee on Jan 7, 2009 0:49:29 GMT -5
Thalia laughed merrily and held on--his shoving hurt, oh yes, but she had far more limbs and she was a strong girl, while her sweet creeper was as awkwardly-formed as they came (though she loved him flaws and all!) and so wonderfully warm and squishy--watching the butterfly float high into the sky.
If only she had a string! Then she could have her own butterfly balloon. Maybe one day she would develop the ability to turn things into other things she loved, like goldfish and bubbles and fanged Montys. Hee hee, she thought, dreamily. A Montyballoon.
"It's okay," she cooed reassuringly, snaky tendrils of Hair petting him all over his head. "She'll come back down! Pretty soon she'll go pop! and she'll be a Dell again. I just want to see her fly. Isn't she pretty up in the air?"
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 7, 2009 1:01:50 GMT -5
Jak practically vibrated in place as the tentacled person held him in place, preventing him from sprouting wings and flying of to rescue his poor sister. Oh, how she wailed in his head! She begged for him to come and get her! He could hear her aggrieved cries, and they broke his poor heart.
"Not okay! Noooot ooooo-kaaaaay!" he wailed, struggling in her grasp. He couldn't break free - she had too many holds on him, from her tentacles to her hair to her actual expected limbs. He growled and whined and moaned in frustration, his struggles slowing and finally ceasing as he panted. He's really thrashed there, but she was facing away from his breathing tubes and so they couldn't come to his defense by jabbing her in the stomach or something equally effective.
The mental image of his sister popping was almost more than he could bear.
There weren't many things he could do, magically speaking. Maybe if he distracted her...?
He has also gained the ability to, once a week cause people around him to see what the person they love most is doing at the time. This vision will engulf their own vision for a full minute and stop them from being able to see anything other than this at all. They will also be hearing this person speak or think, meaning they also can't hear for a full minute.
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Post by Bee on Jan 7, 2009 1:20:46 GMT -5
Thalia felt like she was being flung across the vast reaches of the universe and into an entirely different reality. It was almost like time-travel. She could taste the stars.
And suddenly she wasn't in the bander match fields; she wasn't even aware that they existed anymore except, disconcertingly, for the feeling that there was something she was holding, so she loosened her grip to ease the weird clash of sensations.
She was at the Diamond palace, watching Tosiek as he spun a very involved lie to the Guard so he could sneak out and be free. How terribly restrictive it was sometimes to be the son of the presiding Queen, she thought; her own mom was a King, but she cared far far less what Thalia got up to. How clever Tosiek was with his lie!
But why was he sneaking out way after midnight? She caught snippets of his thoughts. To see her! He was sneaking out to see her! Thalia melted with glee, absently rolling around the field in happiness. She had the best boyfriend ever.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 7, 2009 1:26:58 GMT -5
Jak twisted his way out of her loosened hold and panted, head twisting this way and that even though the gesture was useless without eyes. Where was she?! He'd lost sight of the tiny butterfly in the vast darkness of the night sky during their struggle. Now he had no idea whether his sister had gone straight up, to the side, or even behind him. Paranoid, he turned - but of course, his floating eye would have revealed the sight of her if she'd been directly behind him and the movement was even more than useless. It was pathetic.
She was... gone.
She was going to... pop.
He was never going to see her again.
The Joker started to hyperventilate, panicking and staring around him at an absolute loss, when something bumped into his leg hard enough to set off his precarious balance and send him sprawling.
It was her. That evil, beautiful thing, sending his sister away from him. The worst thing was that he could still hear Dell's wailing in his head, even though her fluttery little body was long gone. With an anguished whine, he stayed sprawled on the ground and kicked her as hard as he could manage, this time aiming for her mean, nasty face.
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Post by Bee on Jan 7, 2009 1:43:44 GMT -5
Thalia was brought back from her pleasant vision of her love by something hard slamming into her face. Not hard like when she walked into a door she couldn't see and blacked one of her eyes, hard like something was deliberately trying to hurt her. Tears momentarily clouded her sight as pain shot through the left side of her face; she yelped loudly as she reflexively jerked back.
She was lying in the field. Creeper had done it. Creeper didn't like her butterfly and creeper didn't want her to see Tosiek and creeper had turned on her completely. She laughed shrilly. Creeper was a very naughty boy, and she was going to make him pay.
She dug her paws back into the dirt for extra push-off spring and lunged at him, tentacles at the forefront of the attack and poised to grab.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 7, 2009 1:49:28 GMT -5
The loud yelp was both a soothing balm - Jak's hit connected! - and a painful reality. He didn't want her unhappy. But... she had done something so horrible, so absolutely reprehensible, that he could never forgive her. She had, in essence, made one of his family members disappear forever. He was quite sure that the wailing voice in his mind would disappear when the flitter-flutter that used to be his sister went POP.
He could never forgive her for that, and the painful realization cut him to the bone. How dare she make him feel like this! How dare she take away that happy place, that family refuge in his mind!
Then she lunged at him and wrapped him in those long, furry appendages that he still thought were beautiful, but didn't want to think that, and he snarled. The expression pulled his gums back and away from his teeth, the whole lot of them, right up to his ears. The way that his melted-wax trails that were once his eyes... the way that they scrunched and made his fur look gruesome... it was a sight to behold. Too bad she couldn't appreciate it, in her magic-induced bout of gleeful insanity.
His bared teeth snapped forward to bite at one of her tentacles. Hard. With the intent to gnaw angrily.
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Post by Bee on Jan 7, 2009 2:09:11 GMT -5
Thalia made a strangled noise as something sharp cut into her precious tentacles, something that at first could have been mistaken for pain but dissolved quickly into high-pitched laughter.
She did feel pain, incredible sharpburningsquishy and slippery-with-blood pain, but overriding even that was the pure joy she felt, the wave of happy endorphins and adrenaline that surged through her body--he had her, but she had him too, had him all to herself on her tentacle, chomp chomp chomp, and he could bite but Thalia could squish.
She flung the other tentacle at him, to coil around him and slam him into the ground. She wanted a squishy. If he couldn't love her--if he was going to try to hurt her--then she was going to make him go splat and he was going to be her squishy freak creeper forever.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 7, 2009 2:15:12 GMT -5
The satisfying squish of feline calamari in his mouth gave Jak something to knaw on like a pup on a bone, chewing and squelching his way along the appendage until the other one, the one he'd momentarily forgotten about, came around to squeeze him like a grape. He made an odd 'gulk!' noise in surprise, squeezing down even harder on the tentacle in his mouth out of reflex as the free one tried to send him slamming into the earth. He was already on the ground anyway, so it managed a small lift and a brutal push back down that made him reflexively swallow some of the slippery slime in his mouth.
He was a little too heavy to go properly splat, as she may have wanted, but it hurt and caught at least two of his breathing tubes funny. He wheezed as the pain hit him and suddenly cackled, the sound gurgling up his throat as it competed with the blood and tentacle in the way. She wanted to try and squish him? He would squish her!
With his hind legs, he shoved himself further into her, mouth open insanely wide so that the tentacle remained within its clutches, though not grasped by his teeth properly anymore. He aimed with his mouth for her throat, or face, or hair, or whatever got in his way.
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Post by Bee on Jan 7, 2009 2:48:24 GMT -5
She was laughing so hard tears were running down her face, wetting her fur, as her mauled and bloody tentacle flailed wildly--laughing in his open wiiiiiiide mouth as it headed to her face--if he wanted to make a delicious snack of her face he was going to need to eat a proper dinner first, such a naughty naughty boy, and almost of its own accord the hysterically writhing mass of Hair set upon him, snaking around the upper jaw to jerk his head away.
He was going to eat it, oh yes he was, her poor poor Hair that was going to hold his mouth open like a stuck trap. She shook with laughter--or was it pain? She couldn't tell, her nerves were wired all wrong--as her functional tentacle wrapped around his midsection--under and above those horrid tubes to the base of his neck--coiled like a constrictor snake, extended to its full length--and she squeezed as hard as she could.
Jack’s Ability: She can extend each tentacle out another ten feet per tentacle in order to reach or grab something. This can be done at will and as often as she’d like with no restrictions.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 7, 2009 17:35:25 GMT -5
The hair clamping Jak's jaw open that wide hurt like a bitch, stretching the skin around his mouth even wider than it was used to and threatening to tear something if he let it go on for too long. Ouch! That wasn't the fun kind of pain!
...even though it still made him shiver in all the weird places.
When she started to squeeze him around the middle with her suddenly super-long rubbery and furry tentacle-things, he knew he was going to have to do something besides bite and kick. She was having a good time?! Fine! So would he. They would have a great time together, and then maybe she'd think twice before making other peoples' sisters disappear and pop.
He shuddered and shivered, the breath leaving his midsection as she squeezed... and as it thinned. His body twisted and melded itself into a smooth serpent that began to secrete a natural slime like he saw that one Golfam gecko do that one time to get away from some people in an alley. He turned into a greased noodle and thrashed his way free of her grip. Hopefully. Maybe? There was a lot of blood mixed in with the slime.
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