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 Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 6:19 pm
Malodore was taken off-guard by Christof's enthusiastic handshake, but there was no mistaking the patchwork's intentions. "It would be our pleasure, I'm sure - we are still learning, but we have Plans." Most definitely Plans with a capital P. And it had no qualms inviting Christof in to help, not with Riley already involved! Surely she had the same idea.
However, it paused when its fingers came away from Christof's slick with blood. "Are you all right?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 6:27 pm
More than alright. Christof was practically floating with glee. He had never assisted in any sort of operation save for ones with his Creator, but Malodore didn't need to know that. The important thing was the future was looking exciting and full of possibilities and midnight runs to the graveyard and bone saws and meat cleavers and he could just about faint with excitement.
He seemed to notice the cuts, but waved his hand dismissively as he wiped it off on his pant leg and finally bound it with his handkerchief. Without wasting too much time on his minor enthusiasm wound, he pulled out his pen once more, scribbling down: When? Where? He did not bother with What. Knowing these two.... he woudl not be disappointed.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 7:07 pm
"I must consult with Riley - however, most likely my chambers in our dormitories." It waved at the dormitory building behind them. "I am on the second floor. Look for my notice board." The thing had gotten covered with quite a bit of writing since coming back from Christmas Town, something which secretly gratified the plague doctor. "Which floor do you live on?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:34 am
Tensing, Christof finally held up a single finger to indicate the first floor before turning the script for another open spot, to write down: Cannot Miss. Has scorch mark on front door. * Oh CANDLEJACK! Malodore? In his room?? It had been awkward enough having Amrita over that one time! Now more company?? He'd have to get his spare parts better organized!
* Footnote: He had certainly made no friend with Rita's DeathCharm, and he had no intention of doing so in the future.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 11:49 am
A scorch mark? In the undead dormitories? Yes, that would definitely be a unique feature, given that nearly all undead had an instinctive uneasy reaction to flame... if not an utter terror of the stuff. Malodore nodded. "That should be easy enough to locate. So far, we've only done a basic examination of samples taken in Christmas Town, but grander things will come in time..." And that examination had been incomplete, too. Which was mostly Riley's fault.
... Not that Malodore minded, really...
Well. Maybe a little. But they could always resume their examinations later.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 11:02 am
Christof was still beaming as he collected his puppet back into it's wagon, grinning in a wide, stitched arch over his scarf as he bowed again and quickly scribbled down, Glad to be of service whenever needed! Must rehearse now. Arm still stiff from replacement. He looked apologetic. Clearly the Plague Doctor wanted to practice too, and he had interrupted.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 9:57 am
"Of course - I must as well." Even if it only had one line, by Jack it was going to deliver the hell out of it. Malodore nodded cordially to Christof. "We will meet again. Be certain of it." It grinned before stepping away, retreating to its own corner of the graveyard to resume its pacing... and muttering.
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