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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:02 pm
Mort had effectively calmed her down. Her day had gone from unbearable to mostly relaxed thanks to a few stories but now...it was time to go back. She's already told the Undead boil to go on ahead, but she had lingered for a little while longer near the main door. Going to her room meant that she had to go past Christof's room. Which meant that she'd probably see if he was home again...which could mean another bought with...whatever had affected her earlier.
She was pretty sure it was death she had dealt with. There had been nothing else in her life - barring fire - that had scared her that badly. What other word could it have been?
After what seemed like an eternity (when really only a few minutes passed), she moved from her spot; no, she ran from her spot. Down the hallway, past Christof's room, almost making it to the stairs when she stopped and looked over her shoulder, holding onto the banister. No, she couldn't just...run past and not check again, could she? Mort did say that it had been a dream...maybe he was just out today, for class?
Amrita wasn't sure what to do so she just stayed at the top of the staircase, alternating between staring down at the steps that would take her to her room and looking down the hallway that lead to Christof's door.
Jack.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 1:32 am
Christof came limping down the hall towards his room only moments after her hasty retreat, fumbling in his pockets for his key. He didn't used to keep his door locked, but lately... it just felt safest. He glanced towards the stairway before freezing.
... Rita...
He lowered his keys, suddenly feeling exceptionally awkward. The thing that had happened... that dream or... illusion or.. whatever it was. It had felt so real. He had been so set to... after they had woken, returned to reality, whatever it had been, he had felt... numb. Afraid to face the decisions he had made. They had done their best. They had been granted graduation to the next grade level, even. But he still felt... awkward. Empty. A whirlwind of emotions he couldn't process.
And so he faced the ghoul he knew he liked, knew could be considered... a ghoulfriend... a young lady he loved.... and shuffled towards her with a meek wave.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 2:00 pm
Amrita stared at him as he limped his way down the hall towards his room. Christof...was that...really him? At first the ghoul had not made a move, she was frozen and wide-eyed, staring down the hallway at the lumbering form of her special friend. When he noticed her, she startled as easily as a doe, her eyes as wide as one caught in the headlights.
"Chris..." She breathed out in relief, the bottom line of her eyes darkening as bloody tears bubbled to the surface. Within moments she seemed to be crying, and that was when she suddenly found her feet. She walked quickly, boardering on a near run and, when she was close enough---
SMACK.
Her slap was followed up almost instantly by a much gentler touch, holding the sides of his patchy face and leaning in for a kiss, pressing against his stitched lips as if afraid she'd never have the chance to again.
"I'msorry..." She murmured quickly against his lips, still firmly holding onto the sides of his face. "I'msorry~" Amrita said again, this time lowering her head a little more, sucking in a breath that was choked back out with a sob.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 5:55 pm
SLAP. The hunchback stiffened, all three arms suddenly out in a helplessly disarmed gesture. What had he... was this about... what did... He blinked a few times, and was given only a fraction of a moment to recover before there was suddenly a lot of girl thrust upon him. "Nnnnggg?" He managed weakly. His hands trembled. Anxiously, they were lowered around the ghoul as though unsure of what to do about it.
Igors were expendable by nature. He felt... he had made the right decision. He had not spoken to Barth about it since the trial. Everything was.... stressed. And he was sure the Sloth was exhausted.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 6:42 pm
Amrita fit herself against him as best as she could, sliding her arms around his neck to hug him tight. She was struggling to not simply collapse into uncontrollable tears, and the result was a trembling little patchwork pressed up tightly against the boil whose 'disappearance' had shaken her to her core. All of those fears were rushing back, being forcefully pushed out to make way for the flood of relief that he was there. He was making confused noises as he tended to do, and more importantly his arms were around her; she couldn't imagine that. He was alive, he was here, and he didn't die as she had seen.
"D-don't DO THAT again!" She managed to get out, her voice obsured by fabric and patchy igor flesh. "I-I s-saw you d-die and...I w-woke up a-alone a-and your door wuh-was locked and---" Her backward hands, though they were twisted awkwardly to properly hold onto him, tightened momentarily as if to confirm that he was indeed still there. She wasn't imagining it; her friend - no, more than that, her boilfriend - was still alive. Still there with her.
"I...I th-thought you...weren't going to come b-back...!" And there she was; outright crying into Christof's shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 11:48 pm
He gave a whine as though not sure what she was talking about before it sank in and he hugged her tighter a moment before letting go to sign meekly between them, third arm remaining around her shoulder, "Igor's-duty-follow-Master. Thought..." And he paused, looking paler than usual, "Thought-Master-die. Thought-would-help-you-live." It hadn't mattered in any case, and it made his heart twist to see her so upset.
But it was what he was, and he had his duties, he had his pride as an Igor... even if it meant... self sacrifice. He would always make the Right Decision. But how did you explain that?
He gave another anxious grunt, the extra hand slipping around to touch her chin before he signed, "Are-you-alright?" Clearly she wasn't. But it was the thought that counted, right?
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:22 am
Bloody eyes tried hard to focus on what he was signing to her, though it was difficult it was still doable. "No, no no no..." That mantra again, one she had become more than familiar with during the last leg of the trials. The pure denial, the desperation for it to not be the way it was. "I...I would r-rather you live..." It hurt to say; she didn't want to die, but she didn't want to live with loss, either. No matter who it was. Christof, Lizzy, Charlie, Calder, Roch...anyone. If it felt this bad when it had been fake, imagine if it had been real?!
"F-fine." The gentle tap to her chin made her lift her gaze to him again, taking a moment to wipe away those bloody tears. Her yellow sleeve was already stained with it; this wasn't the first time today she had burst into tears after all! "Wuh-what about you? A-are you okay?" Yes, it was definitely the thought that counted here. "I-I'm not imagining y-you...?" She could feel him and so some extent smell him, but apparently she was still paranoid.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:25 am
He tried a desperate smile before patting himself over and signing, "Do-not-feel-imagined". He glanced back to his room, wondering if they should go somewhere more comfortable, but they were just up the stairs from her's... they needed to talk, clearly. Or at least unwind. His own brain felt numb to it all, but it was easy to look at each task and find a solution if he thought about it in the right way. "Am-sorry-I-upset-you."
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:34 am
"Good." She sniffled, trying the awkward task of staying in contact with him while wiping the blood from her face. It was much easier to accomplish if she alternated hands, and so that was what she did. "And...I'm sorry I hit you." Despair lingered in her voice; she wasn't a violent person unless prompted, and even she knew this wasn't right for her. Especially to Christof, whom she knew to have quite the arm himself. "Really sorry." She added, stepping back from him slightly but managing to keep one hand on his arm. The thought of retreating to a room had yet to cross her mind.
"I...I-need-to-make-it-up-to-you, sorry." Yes, she felt that bad.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:48 am
His mouth twisted into a fresh gentle smile as he teased, "No-hitting." Although he probably deserved it. He still wasn't quite sure why but more often than not he probably deserved it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:50 am
"Y-yes, I know, I'm sorry." Amrita ducked her head in shame for a moment, and then peered up at him sheepishly, her blood stained eyes peeking out from the mass of black bangs. "Please forgive me?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:58 am
He started to sign an explanation that he was trying to be silly, but stopped himself with a sigh, instead gently leading her down the steps towards her room. She looked awful. He could, at least, concentrate on tending to her.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:05 am
Amrita would probably have an easier time with social aspects of life if she went around introducing herself as a stick in the mud. His attempt at teasing was lost with her natural guilt...sorry, Christof!
"Why are we going to mine?" It was a belated question, pretty much only asked when she saw the door to her room loom closer. "DC---" She only barely got the warning out when the other side of her door erupted in deep, rumbling gutteral growls that were from an actually happy little minipet. She wasn't that stupid, she knew that DC and Christof had a mutual hate...
"Are...you sure you wanna go in there...?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:17 pm
Christof nodded. What was one little firey beast when it came to making sure she was alright. That's why he had built the container what felt like ages ago. He kept a hold of her hand, gently, as he limped his way down the stairs.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 2:02 pm
"Oh. Okay." Amrita followed like a good ghoul then, holding onto his hand the entire way down. "But um, let me---" When they reached her room (and the very noisy creature within) she untangled her hand from Christof's to open the door and do minor damage control.
"DC, cage." She ordered; normally it would have worked, had the little Death Charm not gotten a whiff of embalming chemicals and everything he knew to be that hunchback. He was halfway to the cage when he realized it and whipped around, lowering down into a pounce position, growling threateningly this time.
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