May 11, 2017 2:49:29 GMT -5
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May 11, 2017 2:47:51 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 11, 2017 2:47:51 GMT -5
 GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Catharsis didn't like the sounds he heard as he took his sweet time up the stairs after Ghost had jumped into the portal. All he could hear was money getting shattered or knocked off of tables, and it hurt him. He wondered, briefly, if he'd get any kind of decent price on bent metalwork. It didn't seem likely, and it didn't sound good. Then again, battle rarely sounded all that fun. He was sure Ghost was doing just fine. Ghost was shouting - pretty loudly - that he'd beaten the monsters and was too wounded to open the door. Catharsis paused and stared at the door before him, suspicious. As casually as he could manage, he set Carl the chicken down on the floor of the other room, closing the door. There. He'd be safe there, just in case. Not as safe as the golden egg in his inventory, though. He sighed, grumbling under his breath about how impatient Ghost was, a bright smile finding his face just before he went to actually open the door - it seemed a bit stuck, but with a specific turn to the handle and a bit of force he'd learned in childhood, it came back open. Silly guy, unable to figure out the old locks on the doors that weren't a straight switch. His smile, of course, greeted a slew of very alive pygmy goblins, immediately falling from his face at the sight of Ghost tied up in a heap next to the goose. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He scowled, just before the pygmy goblins charged at him. The utility took some hurried steps backward, bracing himself for a fight he hadn't been expecting.
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May 11, 2017 3:08:13 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 11, 2017 3:08:13 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"]  [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] The man struggled against his confines with better success than he had hoped. The ropes simply slid off of him after some prolonged wriggling. It was good timing considering the pygmy goblins' attention were locked on the jiggling door knob. Next, the door itself started to budge, nails popping out of the frame much easier than earlier. Ghost snorted at the sight. He had loosened them up for Cat when he first tried to pry the door open at least, that was what he told himself. Unimpressed, he turned over to the duck that just refused to calm itself and through careful pulling and tugging at ropes, it was freed. It's wings flapping as wildly as he had first met it.[break][break] Turning his attention to the open door now, Ghost couldn't help but let out a small ' uh-oh'. His hero was now in danger of getting dog piled by miniature hob goblins. It was dirty and at the same time, it only made sense. In one motion, Ghost tossed a fan of cards directly at the backs of the pygmy goblins before they even touched a hair onto the Empath. They soon dropped to the floor like two bricks once the magical cards had hit. A pile of pixel dust were what became of them after that.[break][break] Ghost picked up the now docile duck, tucking it under an arm as he walked over to Cat. Pressing his hand to his lips, the Phantom gifted the Empath with a playful kiss, blowing it his way. " My hero~" Ghost cooed. He knew that Catharsis wouldn't forgive him for that stunt either, but it was a life or death crisis. He personally knew better than to tell the self-important player the truth. There was no doubt in his mind that he would've been abandoned.[break][break] " Where's Carl?" he asked, head tilting to the side. It was odd, Cat was carrying the valuable chicken the last time he saw him. A verbal answer was what he wanted but instead, a loud crash and distressed squawking broke the brief silence. " Ah." [break][break] catharsis [break][break] [ 1/7] [attr="class","drkeecredit"]# DARKEE[googlefont=Montserrat:400,700][newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700;[/newclass]
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May 11, 2017 21:30:00 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 11, 2017 21:30:00 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Just as Catharsis got ready to try something to repel the mob of goblins racing towards him, they all disappeared in a burst of pixels. He had been expecting to have to fight, completely betrayed for the second time in a day, but it seemed Ghost had had a handle on the entire thing - so long as Cat showed up to play bait. He frowned at Ghost, seeing a man who was completely unharmed and holding the goose just fine. Ghost cooed at him, and he sniffed before crossing his arms after checking Ghost's health bar. "Uh huh. I notice you don't need healing." To be fair, the guy had made a point of protesting Cat's spur of the moment plan. Didn't mean the guy had to go out of his way to prove him wrong, though. Which was, of course, what Cat was sure had happened. Were they really supposed to spend the night here? Even without any signs of hauntings, Catharsis was liking the idea of that less and less. The question after Carl made Cat frown, and he felt as though Ghost might be deflecting from his own fuck up with the goose. Before he could point this out, though, the crash made him wince. "Shit." He said just as Ghost verbalized his realization, before he turned straight back to open the door to see - more tiny goblins, all turning to stare at him while two had the chicken turned upside down and motionless, as if asleep. Had it not been for the chicken still existing in the game, he might have assumed it was dead. He frowned, wondering if they'd snuck in through the window or- It didn't matter now. "Any help?" He asked, stepping forward but pausing as each of the pygmy goblins screamed at him and shied back. Touchy little bastards. He only wanted to kill them.
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May 12, 2017 0:25:54 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 12, 2017 0:25:54 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"] [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] Ghost jutted out his bottom lip in response to his friendship privileges getting revoked as punishment. He whimpered at the man to tug at his sympathy which proved to be nonexistent. He cut the act after Catharsis stood his ground with crossed arms and a stern look. He was left with no choice but to concede to the decision. He wasn't left with any hard feelings after all the mishaps they had just gone through and gotten out of at Catharsis' expense. If Cat had unfriended him after their ordeals to come, he wouldn't be surprised and honestly, expected it. The thought made him feel slightly remorseful. [break][break] The sound of the crash and squawk, however put his thoughts on the matter on hold. Their night wasn't over yet. In fact, it was about to worsen when the both of them (Ghost and Cat) bursted through the door safe guarding the elusive chicken. He wasn't sure how to react to the unfortunate turn of events. The once lively chicken was near lifeless or at least, unconscious in the small, grubby hands of the pygmy goblins. Were they shaking it like a salt shaker? Ghost couldn't tell.[break][break] " My hands are full," Ghost stated, holding the duck up to his chest. He shrunk back with a nervous laugh. " Violence-- not my forte. What you saw earlier was just me, a hero, saving you, a damsel in distress. In this case... I think you're fine, buddy." [break][break] catharsis [break][break] [ 2/7] [attr="class","drkeecredit"]# DARKEE[googlefont=Montserrat:400,700][newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700;[/newclass]
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May 12, 2017 1:07:04 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 12, 2017 1:07:04 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Cat's expression fell flat when he was denied any help. Had he been having any other kind of day, he probably would have laughed at being called a damsel in distress, but unfortunately that was just not the case. He inhaled slowly before looking forward at the pygmy goblins with a resigned look. He knew better than to try to bargain in this instance, so he took a step forward. And was met with the ugliest gasp he'd ever heard in his life - and he'd worked in a hospital. He frowned, not sure what to do with these goblins, before he took another step forward. The gasp came again in unison, but this time the goblins inched back and away from him. Rude little fuckers. It was at the third step, when the gasp grew louder and the stepped back again, that he noticed the open window they'd probably crawled into and frowned at the chicken's hypnotized form. Yeah, this wasn't going to work out well for him. Slowly, he took a light step backwards, and then another. Just as slowly, the goblins inched forward while making gasps that declined in volume inversely proportionate to how it had raised. At a loss, he glanced back with a look that implored Ghost for help, but just as he started to speak he stopped himself; he didn't actually have any hope in Ghost helping him. Instead, he turned back to stare down at the goblins with a frown, placing a closed fist in front of his mouth while he tried to consider his options.
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May 12, 2017 12:56:06 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 12, 2017 12:56:06 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"] [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] Ghost snorted at how quickly the situation was turning absurd. It was as if Cat was playing a game with them. The pygmy goblins reacted with the man's every step whether it was forwards or backwards, gasping each time. Even with his sharp wit, he was drawing up blanks on how to deal with their problem. Ghost met Cat's imploring look with a shrug, a goofy grin plastered on his face. He was clearly enjoying the small goblin problem as a guilty pleasure. There was just something so pleasantly amusing about the short creatures.[break][break] " Looks like we're at a stalemate," he commented. " Hmm.." Ghost said as he tried it for himself, curious to see if the pygmy goblins would react to him. He took a test step forward eliciting the same ugly noise the Empath received earlier. Then a step back to trigger the goblins into a soft gasp. Ghost laughed softly, taking two quick steps forwards then one backwards, drawing out the corresponding gasp intensities from the two goblins. It was like playing the piano! He started to laugh victoriously.[break][break] He continued his stepping antics completely forgetting that they had a quest to complete. No matter how quickly or how many steps he added, the pygmy goblins never failed to echo back at him. It was no orchestra, but it was damn close to a goblin variant of one. He couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun with monsters. [break][break] " Try it!" Ghost called out. [break][break] catharsis [break][break] [ 3/7] [attr="class","drkeecredit"]# DARKEE[googlefont=Montserrat:400,700][newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700;[/newclass]
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May 12, 2017 18:32:15 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 12, 2017 18:32:15 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Well, at least one of them could be amused by the situation. In hindsight, Catharsis was sure he'd find it all hilarious eventually, in hindsight, but right now he was barely able to force a smile when prompted by the look Ghost gave him. The Phantom prompted him to try it, and at first, he considered resisting the effort. Then he realized Ghost would probably pout again, and that he was probably starting to chafe the Phantom's nerves a bit too much. There was, after all, no such thing as infinite patience or unconditional love in the Empath's mind. If he didn't want this to be the last quest they did together - and as angry as he was getting, he didn't - he'd need to at least play along at the minimum level. He shrugged his shoulders, before going ahead and stepping forward and back in time with Ghost, practically like a dance, laughing breathlessly as it seemed to jar the goblins when one of them stepped back while the other stepped forward. Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before that all went too far, and with both of them stepping forwards the goblins backed up double what they might have with one player, one of them pushed up out the window towards escape before Cat pulled back and- As the goblin pulled back with the chicken, the one in the windowsill seemed to lose its footing and fall down the way. The remaining goblin, horrified and letting Carl the chicken fall halfway to the ground with a thunk as he only held half of them, began to let out a shrill drawn out scream as it looked between the players and the window. Carl, no longer upside down and maintained in a trance state, snapped out of it and began squawking and thrashing, but the goblin did not let him go. Catharsis stared at what he'd done, taking a moment for the realization to come to him before he burst out laughing, holding the back of his closed fist in front of his mouth as he did so.
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May 12, 2017 18:49:52 GMT -5
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May 12, 2017 18:49:13 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 12, 2017 18:49:13 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"] [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] Ghost was pleased to see Cat get into the spirit of things when the man matched him in dance. He was pretty good. The two messed with the goblins nearly short circuiting them to the point they started gasping out of order and pitch. Before he knew it, his step forwards with Cat had lead them to an eventful series of misfortunes. One of the goblins had somehow stumbled too far and lost his footing, tumbling itself out the window and onto the concrete below. As he had deduced earlier, it was instant death.[break][break] Ghost winced when the goblin began to scream at the top of it's lungs, clearly traumatized. He had to press both hands to his ears to dull the pain. He kept one eye open to see what else would transpire from the pygmy's death. He hoped to god that fighting an enraged goblin was off the list of possibilities. To his surprise, it wasn't.[break][break] Harold waddled himself over to the goblin still standing by the windowsill and promptly snapped at it's rear. The goblin jumped from the surprise attack, letting go of Carl just before he had fallen out. Still, Ghost made a mad dash to try and catch the chicken, his head sticking out past the window as Carl's step. Pleased with Ghost's head, the chicken fluttered it's wings quietly before nesting itself on the back of the man's head. It sat there quietly, clucking at Cat. [break][break] " A little help?" Ghost whispered harshly. He wasn't about to risk startling Carl in their precarious position. [break][break] catharsis [break][break] [ 4/7] [attr="class","drkeecredit"]# DARKEE[googlefont=Montserrat:400,700][newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700;[/newclass]
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May 12, 2017 20:47:38 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 12, 2017 20:47:38 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY It had all happened too fast for Catharsis to do anything, so he had written off the quest as failed the moment the goose had bitten into the goblin. Apparently, though, Ghost actually did care about helping because the guy dove in after the chicken and just barely saved it- sort of. Harold was honking in distress, but at that moment in time, Carl seemed rather comfortable, even if Ghost in no way did. "Uh," He said to communicate his overwhelming confidence, before he approached with raised hands. He was more delicate than he had been with the goblins, taking measured steps that weren't as fast as they could have been. He was sure he could practically feel Ghost's growing resentment over the speed of his approach. At the same time, if he went any faster he was sure Carl would spook and jump, essentially causing the thing's death. That was, unless chicken's flew in this game. For some reason, Catharsis found himself doubting that the game would do an alteration when it would actually be convenient to him. And he was right. He reached for the chicken, and for some reason that all on its own spooked the thing. Carl flapped its wings until it backed up, and even as Cat lunged to catch the thing it just ... dropped off. Cat swore, but grabbed Ghost by the back of the neck of his armor instead, pulling the man back while shielding the back of Ghost's head with his other hand - just in case the other guy had any ideas about bashing himself into the top of the window. He barely even heard the beeping of the quest notification over the rush of getting Ghost back to safety, but when he did it just sent a surge of hot anger through him. He was, at least for the first couple of seconds, too angry to look at it as he covered his eyes and turned to walk away, focusing on keeping his breathing slow and steady.
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May 12, 2017 21:21:50 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 12, 2017 21:21:50 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"] [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] Ghost could feel his neck stiffen at the rate at which Cat was moving towards him. By all means, he understood why he was moving at that pace; it didn't mean he had to like it. Carl began to coo and preen as if it was sitting upon a throne. It paid no mind to Harold's honks as it continued nesting itself down into Ghost's hair. If he didn't know any better, he would've guessed the chicken was stuffed with nothing but gold. He gritted his teeth in an effort to endure the weight, gloves gripping to the frame of the window.[break][break] He could tell Cat was coming closer, hearing the creaks in his steps until he could almost feel the Empath's presence. From his peripheral, Ghost could see an arm move towards the prized bird at a steady pace. He exhaled softly as a wave of relief washed over him a moment too soon. The weight he was accustomed to had lifted off with panicked clucks and flaps. The next thing he saw was a round, white and red object barreling down to the concrete with a splat. Ghost's eyes widened at the realization of what just happened.[break][break] " CARL NOOOOOOO!" He screamed in a horrified shriek, a hand reaching out to grab at nothing but air. A honk brought him back, his head turning to look at Harold who, stood on the opposite end of the windowsill right next to Cat. A blink and it was over. The stupid thing jumped after Carl, honking all the way down until it too, hit the ground. Ghost closed his eyes, head shaking as he slowly withdrew his head back in feeling grateful that Cat had tried to protect it. Alas, they were left with nothing but a quest notification alerting them to the failed mission. [break][break] catharsis [break][break] [ 5/7] [attr="class","drkeecredit"]# DARKEE[googlefont=Montserrat:400,700][newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700;[/newclass]
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May 13, 2017 16:25:57 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 13, 2017 16:25:57 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY He could undestand the chicken dying, really. It was frustrating, but something he could deal with. When the goose leapt over the side, though, he froze and stared right out the window. "Okay, no." He protested. "No." He pointed out the window. "Geese can fly, that doesn't- it doesn't work that way. None of this is-" He put his face back in his hands as he walked away from the window with a muffled scream. This day just couldn't get worse. Also, he should know better than to ever, ever say that. In an attempt to comfort himself, Catharsis pulled up his inventory, moving through to the bottom where new acquisitions would be, and - nothing. Cat froze, scrolling up and then down again, switching tabs to check different sections. "No .." He started, before repeating the word a few times. It changed nothing; the golden egg was gone, likely having disappeared the moment they'd failed the quest. Cat reeled back as all of those dollar signs flashed in front of his eyes, leaning against a desk for support.
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May 14, 2017 2:15:38 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 14, 2017 2:15:38 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"] [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] Ghost sighed deeply, pressing a palm firmly against his forehead with eyes closed to refocus himself. Was there a bright side to any of this? he wondered, peering over the windowsill. Nothing was left of the inorganic creatures. All of them perished from the same fate and in the same way as a cruel joke. With the quest failed, there was no hope of any compensation for their time either. The Phantom slumped down, leaning himself against the wall just below the ridge of the windowsill. [break][break] Personally, he wasn't upset in the least since he wasn't going to leave the manor empty handed. He looked over to Catharsis with worry written all over his face. His partner was far from alright, in fact looked shattered. He walked over slowly to the broken man, his hand rubbing the back of his neck to ease his nerves. He knew that anything he said could easily escalate the player, but decided that he owed his friend this much.[break][break] Ghost plopped himself down with a sheepish smile and a small wave to catch his attention. He scooted close to nudge the red-haired male with his elbow, careful not to press hard. " Hey, hey," he started softly, " if it makes you feel any better..." he drew out, voice choking. Oh, how he hated this; hated playing the role of a sympathising sap. " I'll...give you a kiss for that boo boo," he deadpanned with a serious stare. What else could he offer but his gorgeous self? [break][break] catharsis [break] when i force one out [break][break]
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May 14, 2017 16:10:03 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 14, 2017 16:10:03 GMT -5
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ENERGY
LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Cat hadn't noticed Ghost get close, too busy focusing on sorting his emotions and mellowing them down. It was embarassing, honestly, being this upset in front of someone who actually knew him. He just needed a moment to pull it together, and- Ghost's voice cut through to him, but more than that the tone did. Something wasn't right. He frowned, squinting up at Ghost. It didn't feel right for the guy to be trying to soothe him, somehow. At least looking at Ghost meant lifting his face from his hand. It couldn't be that Ghost actually cared that he had been hurt in all of this, so that was the furthest thing from his mind. Was there anything else Ghost could want from him? His mind raced over the possibilities, but nothing seemed quite right except that the guy still wanted a pet. The sympathy slid over his skin and made it crawl, but he put up with it up until the last line where his own expression fell just as flat. And then, the Empath smiled sweetly at the man next to him. He stood, facing him and reaching out to let a hand cup under Atticus' chin. "Oh, Ghost." He started off with a rumble under his tone that otherwise might have seemed touched, his lids half closing. "Never, ever offer me anything you won't follow through on." Just as quickly, the Empath had let go and stepped away, moving out of the room and turning to the right. "So do you think we can sell the shit that's here, at least?" He asked loudly over his shoulder, not bothering to hide his intentions at this point. If Ghost wanted to attack him or restrain him, that'd just be par for the course of the day. And if Ghost let him get away with it - even if it was out of a distasteful pity - at least he'd have coin to help him lick his wounds.
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May 14, 2017 22:29:30 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 14, 2017 22:29:30 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"] [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] Ghost brightened when his sweet words brought the sulking Cat's face up. The Phantom puckered up ready to deliver on his offer when he felt his chin lift in the man's hand. The silky voice had he wrapped around the Empath's finger. He was drawn in and moved close to grace the bitter man with a remedy for his sorrows. At least, that was the plan.[break][break] The red-haired male simply walked off after that; just-- left him hanging. Ghost froze where he sat, staring at the place where Cat was just sitting. He was confused and spent some time trying to piece the details together on what exactly happened. To add insult to injury, the Empath brushed him off with the assumption that he didn't have the guts to follow through. Him, the man who chased him once in a dress with stilletos on. Him.[break][break] Somehow, that hurt his pride with a cut that touched deeper than he expected. He ignored the question in favor of proving himself. It was stupid, but necessary, he decided. Ghost slipped himself through a portal, flipping himself right over the red-head, but not before he managed to barely touch his lips to his forehead. He fell to the ground right after, landing before the Empath, completely sprawled out. Ghost smiled smugly in an effort to hide his clumsy execution of his little mischievous prank.[break][break] Who said he wouldn't do it? [break][break] catharsis - touch down [break][break] [ 7/7] [attr="class","drkeecredit"]# DARKEE[googlefont=Montserrat:400,700][newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700;[/newclass]
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