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 Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 8:44 pm
Christof scowled. It had been a difficult matter piecing together Barth's half-finished blueprints to begin with for the Doom Buggy, but now adjusting the design a bit to suit his purposes, plus what reference he could find, STILL he was a bit stumped. Just... finish the frame. A good skeletal structure would do well.
He had recently discovered that Junk Yards, (there were only a few around town tucked away behind the Maul, and took a good day's walk to get to) were just like graveyards for Parts. He could find all sorts of things that just needed a bit of patching to be perfectly usable. It was mostly just... a matter of patching.
The heaps of extra Lady Parts had been carefully arranged off to the side, the usable ones stored in coolers or stacked neatly on top, pumped full of his special preservatives, but even so he was beginning to worry about them getting too old for The Project.
Malodore would be able to tell him for sure.
Even so, he needed the room.
The heaps of Lepus parts had mysteriously disappeared over the past few weeks, but he attributed that to Scruff getting snacky. Although there had been a lot more small, baby looking Patchwork Lepus running around... No matter, no matter, it was not his problem. Nature Found a Way, he supposed.
His workbench, still stained with blood and gore now had large black oily smudges to add to the mix as he brought the small hammer down on the sheet of scrap metal, trying to bend it back flat.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 9:37 pm
It had been a day since Claire had written her new story. Claire was fairly certain it was the greatest thing ever written- the story flowed with a smooth grace and charm that seemed to have only one possible explanation: it was magic. It was a waste that nobody had read it apart from herself. This had to be fixed, of course!
Claire photocopied a few copies of the story and put one in her bag. She had to show the main character -Christof- her work of art. She wandered down the lush halls of the demon dorms until she found herself outside. She had a small 'pitstop' at the cafeteria (she may as well, after all) before finding herself outside the undead dormitories.
She honestly didn't have any idea at all where Christof's dorm was, but Claire (being the determined and slightly hungry demon she was) was very ready to find it.
Claire heard a series of loud noises that sounded suspiciously like metal being hit coming from a dorm down the hall.
It looked like Christof's dorm, and from the loud banging she assumed that someone was home.
So, she knocked.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 9:49 pm
There was the sound of Scruff yapping at the battered door (complete with a fresh padlock, by the sounds of the bolt being scraped open) before the hunchback glowered through the crack to see who was interrupting his work.
His brows furrowed.
Wasn't that... Master Barth's sister? What was she doing here? It's not like the Sloth demon ever came to HIS dorm...
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 9:55 pm
The noise stopped for a moment.
"HELLO IS CHRISTOF THERE IT'S ME, CLAIRE I NEED TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING OPEN UP PLEASE I NEED TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING!" She said, loudly and quickly.
Surely it was his dorm. Surely. She bent her knees a little for some reason... Maybe it was because standing up was so boringggggggg. In fact, it was so boring that she decided to run on the spot a little and make weird shapes with her hands.
Yep.
Not boring any more!
But something that was boring was waiting for the boil to open the door- she wanted to show him her story.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 10:11 pm
He opened it a little bit more, blinking at her expectantly. Fear Alive, had she gotten into Mistress's icky stix? What was wrong with the ghoul?
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 10:13 pm
"Hi Christof may I come in? I'd like to come in." she said with a big thumb up.
How did one... enter Christof's dorm?
Because he seemed pretty reluctant.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 10:21 pm
He gave an anxious whine, clearly not happy with the prospect, but even seemingly giddy Demons were Demons none the less, and as his Master's Sister, he really DID have to obey her... right? Maybe. It depended. Allowing her to not stand in the hallway drawing attention to herself was doable at least.
He stepped out of the way of the door, motioning for her to enter with a wary glower.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 10:28 pm
Claire stopped, dropped and rolled...into the room, that was. It wasn't on fire. Of course. But still!
Then she got up off the floor and pulled out the piece of paper and grinned, holding it up right in the air.
"I need to show you this."
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 10:38 pm
Christof blinked. And quickly moved a heavy metal *something* out of her way before the demoness rammed her head into it.
At the sudden offered paper, he flinched, paranoia immediately bubbling up. Was it some secret plan Barth was building without him? A photo of something questionable that might threaten his Mistress? He stiffly snatched it from her, reading over slowly...
His brows furrowed.
He kept reading.
He had to stop.
He glanced over the edge of the paper to gauge Claire's expression.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 10:42 pm
He had snatched it, which was actually okay with Claire because he was going to be so excited!
"This is the sequel. The first was more about Barth and I and it had a war and stuff... this one is more about you." She said knowingly. Hopefully he'd like it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 10:47 pm
His eyes scanned over the phrase " Christof's Tube Top" and that was it. The paper was suddenly torn in half, again, and again until it lay in a mess of fragments at his boots, his eyes wide and face contorted in a look of rage. What.... what ... how... what was he supposed to... it... no hitting ghouls... Master's Sister... his hand tightened on the lead pipe he had been subconsciously reaching for while he read.
Was... was she trying to blackmail him? Was this some sort of JOKE?
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 10:57 pm
Claire's face fell.
Really really fell very much.
Fell so much, in fact, that her mouth fell open.
Wh-what? Why? She took a few steps back, suddenly scared at the look of rage on his face. She glanced from the paper to his face and back a few times.
"D-don't you... like it? I..." she couldn't finish the sentence as was at a loss- she had no idea what to say. Her voice sounded quiet and worried as she eyed the lead pipe in his hands.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 11:02 pm
The pipe was itching to swing, but instead it lowered.
Oh, Hell's Bell's that face.... His expression screwed up in one of careful calculation and perhaps a touch of indigestion for those not used to deciphering the mute's face.
He gave a whine, lowering the pipe, his hands shaking as he moved to try to find his chalk board.
Carefully, diplomatically, he wrote:
Was
Interesting.
Hell's Bells Candlejack Fear Alive if he made his Master's sister cry... he winced.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 11:18 pm
The pipe was lowered. That was a good sign! Then Christof wrote something down, and Claire read it aloud.
"Was... Interesting. I'm glad you think so! It took me ages..." she was still slightly scared, but relieved about the 'interesting' part.
Maybe he didn't like the bit about the pedicure... Maybe he didn't have toenails? Poor Christof... No toenails.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 11:21 pm
The hunchback made another anxious noise, rubbing the slate clear before scribbling out quickly:
Have not
Shown others
have you?
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