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 Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 8:06 pm
She sent the message off, and lit a few candleabras in her living room. They wouldn't spend much time there, but she wouldn't have Calder bumping into things when he arrived. Though, she was unsure of exactly what state he would be arriving in..
She had told Christof to be gentle, but one never knew just how gentle Christof could actually be.
She had brought all of the requested materials. Calder would have his choice of some very stylish outfits, and Riley found herself a little sick to her stomach that she'd used her own hive's money on the wretched urchin.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 8:44 pm
Calder and Christof's adventure to the Maul had been.... very interesting for the Igor who had never stepped foot in such a place. It had taken ages for them to come to any sort of conclusion, but ultimately Christof felt it had been worth it. They might not have agreed on many things, stylistically, but Calder had been a real help- especially since he had paid for everything, somehow. He hefted his shopping bags as they made their way back towards Calder's room to drop things off and give a last inspection, hovering in his doorway when suddenly his brand new Eye-phone his Mistress had given him howled with a new message.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 9:08 pm
Calder had been sore and cross with Christof for several days after the auction. He was even thought of finding the Igor and hitting him a few times. However, when the dance came closer, he knew he had to go through with his plans. As much as he was still touchy about the fact he would 1.) Be alone for the dance and 2.) Wouldn't even be going stag because now everyone knew he was an unwanted loser who no one would bid on aside his rival, he still didn't want to ruin it for Christof.
So they talked, and while Calder wasn't in the mood, the fresh air and long shopping session did him a lot of good. While he nearly bit off a few attendants head off for suggesting he should try something on and how cute he would look or the fact that some went as far to inquire if he was with someone, he still managed to have a fun time with the Igor. In fact, Christof left with plenty of nine things to wear for the big dance.
Calder tried not to be bidder about it. In fact, he was purposely ignoring anything dealing with the dance or dating. He instead tried to be proud of the fact that Chrsitof had put his opinions out there and fought with him about it. What a stubborn opinion he had for clothes he never brought before. It was nice to see his personality coming through that didn’t' involve getting hit in the head.
In merry spirits, the kelpie opened the door, offering to take one of Christof's bags, and opened it wide. "You should decide what you exactly want to wear and what to do about your hair. Then you'll be set." He pointed out, ready to just lay on the floor for a while and watch Christof decide on his final ensemble. Shopping was fun, but boy was his hooves barking.
He noticed the phone and ignored it, frowning as he did. It was probably his GGGHHHOOOUUULLLFFFRRIIEEENNDDS. Ugh. - Nope. He didn't care. LaLaLa. Didn't care at all.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 9:16 pm
Finished texting back, the hunchback glanced at his friend, brows raised. He knew the plan. He had to obey his mistress. And honestly, it felt good, it felt RIGHT and it felt like all was well with the world when he casually reached for lamp off of the dresser and smashed it against the back of the kelpie's head.
Yes, Mistress. He would be right there.
Once the kelpie had slumped to the ground unconcious, he made to gather him up but gave a grunt- Hell's Bells the boil was heavier than he looked! Who knew the slender frame weighed- well, as much a as a horse!
He glanced around the room, finding the sack he had stashed under Calder's bed before they had gone shopping, stuffing the kelpie in in case he woke before he was finished. He'd need a wheel barrow for everything...
As he hurried off to find one, he texted Riley once more to warn her to meet him at the base of the steps to the Demon Dorms to give him a hand.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 9:37 pm
Riley, having received the text, stepped out of her dorm and headed to the doorway. It was at this point that she began to worry about how exactly Christof was beinging Calder here. Kidnapping Calder.. may not have been the most subtle way to approach this situation. There was something to be said for a gentle hand, and that something was lost on Christof.
Well, there was nothing to be done about it now. She waited at the steps to see just how he had accomplished his goal.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 9:46 pm
He was huffing as he pushed the cart down the walkway towards her as quickly as he could, laden with a large brown sack, as trick or treaters might have used for a Sandy Claws back in the day, but covered in additional shopping bags and pillow cases stuffed with things he had found in Calder's room that she might have found useful. At the sight of her, he waved, nearly losing the entire load but managed to catch it just in time. He was positively beaming as he reached her, panting heavily as he thought at her frantically, I brought him just as you said, Mistress! He never would have come of his own accord, and so I had to ah... use a bit of force. He should be fine though! Did I do well, Mistress?
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 11:40 pm
Just as she'd been worrying about Christof's methods of retrieval, she found him dragging a lifeless sack to the dorms. She was glad the night was so busy, and everyone was inside getting ready - if anyone saw this, they would be highly suspicious. Riley nodded at Christof, before reaching down and picking up the sack that looked most like Calder - sure enough, it was heavy, and she carefully hefted him into her arms in a bridal hold.
Yes, Christof. She assured him. I would have tried reasoning with him first, but.. as long as he's not hurt. She gave the patchwork a careful glance. He's not hurt, is he? Get the other bags and hurry inside.
She carried Calder off, heading quickly into her own dorm before anyone could peek out and see her carrying a body in. Would it really be that surprising, anyway?
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 11:46 pm
Christof practically bounced as he scooped up the rest of the cargo from the cart and left it behind. Alright, so Calder had been upset about the Auction, but if he hadn't been so distracted, he could have prodded more people into bidding on the poor Kelpie, but really a bit of humility would do wonders, and it wasn't like he had exactly TRIED to sell it- Now, Miss Sin, SHE had the right idea, showin' off her wares so elegantly and... he shuddered. Right. Miss Morrigan and those lips. Just think about the evening... filled with... succubi and their wonderful, delicious parts... Well, now he could make it up to Calder for all his nice lessons. Mistress Riley seemed to know what she was doing, and he was just thrilled to be there to hand her the surgical tools.
He was humming as he dumped the bags in the corner of the Mindflayer's sitting room.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 2:06 am
Riley did not stop in the dimly lit room, however. It would be a touch too creepy for Calder to wake up in a room lit only by candlelight - which of course was the point of the room in the first place.. but not this time. She continued walking, carrying Calder over to her study. It was there that she placed the Caldersack in a plush chair, and quickly removed the bag from him.
He'll run. She murmured, more to herself than anything. It was clear, - the first response anyone would give to a situation like this, was to run from it. Christof, please stand at the doorway, in case he bolts? I want at least a little time to explain myself. She was most certainly not going to tie him down - that would just make things worse. And she had been strictly ordered not to make things worse. The tips of her tentacles cringed in tension when she thought of it, and she moved to lock her bedroom door - the only other escape.
She took a deep breath, and stepped towards Calder. She checked his head, and sure enough, Christof had left a nice bump. She gave her patchwork a slitted glare. I thought I told you not to injure him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:40 am
The kelpie had been a gorgeous lump of horse for the trip, having not stirred once. When Christof knocked a creature out, he made sure the creature was OUT! Of course, if Calder was seeing his body being carried around and brought here, he would be screaming and probably crying out to anyone who could save him. He did NOT want to be here, and any plans to keep him in one place were all smart precautions made by the mindflayer. Of course, that was to be expected of her. Of course, he only expected the worse of what he came to see as a major pain in his school life, and he had only been mildly suspicious of the Igor.
Sitting on one of Riley's chairs, the kelpie turned it's head and made a small whine in the back of his throat. Christof's methods for kidnapping had not been gentle, but at least he was slowly coming to.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 10:33 am
I did not injure him, Mistress! I simply rendered him unconscious as quickly and efficiently as possible. Master Malodore still refuses to give me any sort of sedatives or chloroform so a lamp had to do, Mistress. The merry humming had stopped as now he shifted, looking self conscious of his methods while he stepped into place in front of the doorway, twisting his hands nervously. Was... that not what you wanted, Mistress? He managed, looking startled and confused.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 12:33 pm
A lamp? Riley winced. Subtlety be damned with this boil. She heard Calder moan, and immediately moved back to stand at the far wall. She could quickly see that this was about to be the most stressful experience she'd had to deal with since she'd been knocked out by the gnomes. I kind of wish Malodore had given you some chloroform, now. She muttered lowly, but immediately disagreed with herself. Who knows who Christof would have used it for, in his own personal time? Malodore's judgement was right.. as usual.
She pursed her lips at the thought, and gave Christof a sideglance. Don't fret. At least you got him here, that's the important part. Now just make sure he doesn't get away. But please, Christof, no injury at all. We want him to eventually understand we're doing something for him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 12:51 pm
Christof's features behind his scarf twisted into a trembling, hopeful but worried smile as he continued to fidget, Well... well I thought it was all part of the surprise! He won't be mad, I am sure, he is my Friend, he said so, and Friends do nice things for each other, right? It made sense to HIM, anyway. You said to bring him, Mistress, and he wouldn't have come otherwise so I thought-!
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 1:35 pm
His head hurt. That was the first thing that came to mind, when Calder actually had a mind to feel things. Slowly coming to, he breathed out, groaned again at a piercing pain in the back of his head and raised his arm to drag through his hair, touching a small bump at the back of his head. At least Christof hadn't cracked his skull.
Still stunned, the kelpie clenched his eyes shut as he hissed a bit at the small sting to the back of his head. "That smarts." He said, his voice strange in that it had a thicker Scottish accent then before. When he felt his hand brush the back of a chair, he was rather surprised. Calder owned no chairs aside one against his desk and it was made of wood. This was plush.
Opening his eyes slowly, he looked about at the dark lighting and candles flickering about the place. Still rubbing his head, he thought of where he was and how he got here. He was with Chris. Chris was on his phone. Then ……….he felt pain. He remembered the pain, but not how the pain had happened and the part between pain and here.
Like any creature dumped in a strange and unfamiliar place, Calder was on edge, and his ears were up, searching for sound. When he rose in his seat, looking about, he spotted Christof by the door. "Where the hell am I?" He asked, his voice clearly suspicion as he sat up straight. "Why do I feel like I got hit by a Orge?" It was the strange place and the hit that put him on edge. His eyes were wide as he looked about in a rather strange room. It wasn't Barth's room. It's wasn't Chrsitof's room.
Something wasn't right, and flight or fight was already working his way into his system. The candles and new place were making him think of horror stories his parents told about young kelpies being used for rituals or to be chopped up into werewolf suppers. He didn't want to be made into kibble!
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 2:52 pm
Well, so far, so good. He hadn't bolted, and this would give Riley a chance to at least attempt to explain the situation.
You're safe. You were brought here because I want to - she tried not to gag - do something nice for you. This was going to be harder than she thought. I know you hate me. Let's get this out of the way now. I need you to put that aside for one day, and this is the day. She had begun to pace, with her arms around her body. Scareintine's Day is very important to you. You said so yourself. So. I have prepared several outfits in your honor. They are in the living room. She refused to look at him during this entire speech. All of them are fitted with a kilt, as is your tradition, but they're all designer made. One of a kind. You may choose which ever suits your fancy.
She glared at her nails for a moment, before finally looking up at him. You also have a date. And if you think for one minute I have set you up with a gag date, you are sorely mistaken. I happen to think she is very nice, and deserves a perfect gentleman to escort her this evening. If there is any chance you can be that gentleman, you should speak up now.
Finally, her speech was over, and she took a breath, waiting in silence for the impending doom.
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