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It was a fairly abandoned spot, which was exactly why Christof loved to come to this particular graveyard. The other students generally had other things to do, and the only people he had run into out here had been the bulking form of Mr. G and occasionally Malodore.

It had been nice to have the Student Elections and Floresctival to keep his mind off of his own inner turmoils, always be busy with something, it helped to not think- but even so, the gravity of his situation kept creeping up on him.

He hadn't slept well that night. Nor the night before, really. Understandably. Upset, he did what he usually did, which was not go crying to Mistress, but find his trusty shovel, and head out for a bit of zen-digging. He had gotten as far as a bathtub-sized ditch dug before weariness had finally taken hold. Alone in the lulling silence of the graveyard, anxieties mostly worked out through pointless physical labor, the hunchback had crawled into his half-drug grave to try to give his battered, pieced-together brain a rest between the head stones.

The figure, though, was still as a corpse, save for the occasional shifting and grunting as her voice stirred him from whatever it was he had been dreaming. Had she called out a command, any command, instinct would have pulled him to his feet immediately, but with just the weak nervous stammer, exhaustion kept it's grip on him. He shifted slightly, his coat falling over said phone.

The world inside the slumbering patchwork's head crawled around her like a rising fog, dark all around her save for a glimmer of light up ahead... the world stretched out, flat and empty except for something metallic drifting up like fallen logs around her until the ground gave way to a sheer cliff. All the way as far as the eye could see was a tangle of surgical tools, miles in length, scalpels crisscrossed like frozen waves, great bone saws dormant and waiting for the gods to amputate their fallen brothers in arms. Or something of that nature.

A lone figure was walking, very carefully, along the edge of a massive blade edge as though it were a bridge.

The figure stopped it's unsteady balancing act, glancing up from the scalpel's edge to blink at her- it... looked like hunchback, but there was something strange about him. His lips parted- that might have been a part of it. "Eu nu sunt ar trebui să vorbească." His voice was unsteady and hoarse as it drifted towards her. "Eu voi fi în necazuri."

The hunchback's expression pained, mouth parting to respond again when suddenly a low noise that was just on the edges of their hearing before, ignorable up until now- the pale white sky was suddenly overtaken by a growing, shifting shadow and the distant screams of calling birds and flapping wings. The young man on the edge gave a terrified noise, stumbling backward as the vultures swooped past both dreamer and eavesdropper, losing his balance to suddenly fall- the blade slicing him neatly in two.

The halves clattered downward into the tangle of metal forest, and out of sight. At least, it seemed, a sort of stair-way of utensils was close at hand, even as the birds swept past her as though she were nothing but another tree.

The steps lead down, slowly evolving from blades to stone as the unnatural forest darkened around her. By the time she approached the bottom of the stairs, it wasn't a forest at all, but what looked like dungeon set up and ready for science of the mad variety. There were no patchwork parts laying around, but there was a hunched figure, murmuring quietly to itself as it swept the floor of debris- other parts, left over from something or other, but none that looked like they belonged to Christof.

At the sound of her footsteps, he turned- it was almost like the Igor she vaguely knew but different... contorted. If Igors had a natural form without their skull pins, this would be it. His hair was falling out as though he hadn't been taking his proper preservatives, eyes uneven on his face, parts bulbous and unfitting to each other even more so than usual. He shied away immediately, stepping back into the shadows of the work room with a quiet noise in the back of his throat.

"That'th... a difficult quethtion." He managed quietly, still eying her intently from behind the machine he half hid behind. Meekly, though, as though overcome with a sudden bout of curiosity that overtook the fear in his eyes, he stepped towards her. "You look familiar. I would remember nithe partth like thothe."