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 Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 4:36 pm
This was his first time watching an Igor and Master interact that didn't involve shouting an order, and he had expected just that to happen again. The general idea was that Christof would come and say what he always wanted, Barth would yell at his disobedience and shout some command, and they would fight it out. This….this was not what he had been expecting.
The lack of fists and heated words was disappointing, but there was something else that perked his interest. Something rather charming about this little exchange. His eyes trailed back to the window, where Christof could come in – say, late at night? – and then to the other boil who was used to Igors and kept one around. Was there something else here that he didn't see, and if so, Oh-Ho-Ho! Maybe something was budding in this little prison cell. The charming rose of romance perhaps? There had been blushing, and Christof did look crushed to know he wasn't Barth's "first" and was but a current Igor. The poor little dear looked so sad.
While he gave them their little moment, Calder leaned in and slipped something into his pocket, before walking over to the window. It was then that he turned about. "What happened to your other Igors? Wouldn't you just bring them with you when you went to school or did you not have one of your very own? Or…" He looked to Christof, remembering something he said. "…did they become spare parts?" He wasn't sure how the process went, but he wasn't likely to just let Christof walk up to clam up about all of this. If they were talking about something, he'd like to know the whole story, or as much as he could ask about. He had a well practiced mouth for asking questions, and maybe Christof had more. This was a touchy subject, and Calder learned it was best to ask it now when things were brought up then to wait and find out you'd never have that chance again.
He forgot he had yet to actually introduce himself.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 5:47 pm
"They weren't my igors, specifically. ...I shouldn't think they're spare parts. That's err, that's not something that's done lightly."
Some of the igors he was familiar with were in the mad science branch of work, pulling levers and fetching wrenches or body parts. Many were glorified man-servants, opening doors menacingly and driving wooden carriages to midnight meetings and so forth. A few worked at Torture Spa Resorts.
The second was the kind he was most familiar with, but one of their neighbors had one of the first in their employ, which he had several times taken out on loan for some discreet tinkering.
He lowered the book slightly.
"You just unsewed his mouth, that's all it was?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 5:56 pm
He wasn't really sure how the whole Igor process went. He was gathering information on the matter as he went along. So far he had Christofs view on being an Igor, his essay, and Riley and Barth both shouting at the boil to stop doing something and looking like he was miserable because of it. Seeing as he was right there with two of the best sources he could find about Igoring and Masters, he decided just to leave just yet. Christof could wait, couldn't he?
"Unsew? Yeah, let's go with that. I popped his stitches and then fished a tongue out of bucket, but it was all Christof who put it in." He said, gesturing to the Igor to give him credit. "He's a real trooper." He pointed out, not wanting to take away the accomplishment of taking charge and seeking out a little bit of freedom in what Christof was calling an experiment. Whatever. As long as he got to talking and learning, he could call it whatever he wanted.
"So how does this entire process work? He gets made, then he has to go find someone or do you just pick up Igors whenever you have something that needs done and the space that needs filled? Is there a shop or a ...well, not a breeder." From Christof's Etiquette homework, it seemed they were just patched together.
He looked to the both of them. "How did you two even decide to get together?" Was there some sort of process that kept them together, or did Barth pick Christof up while he was here?
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 6:44 pm
"We.... made a deal," Christof answered quickly, his face still flushed as he hovered in the window, "I don't thee why you need to know all of thith." That was directed at both of them. Barth in regards to his tongue, and Calder in regards to Igor History. "We're created, we do a purpoth, can we go now?" He was done making a fool of himself, thank you.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 6:49 pm
"What, um, he said," Barth replied. If Christof wanted to keep the terms of their deal discreet, he wasn't inclined to volunteer them.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 6:56 pm
He downright pouted at this, but rolled his eyes nonetheless. "Fine. Fine. Just asking. Hell forbid if I try to figure things out or you use the mouth you have to have a discussion." He moved to the window, gesturing that Christof could now take his leave out the window. He then looked over to Barth. "Nice room by the way. Needs more plants though." With that, he followed Christof out of the window, and onto the rickety ladder. Following down behind him, he carefully (CAREFULLY) stepped down until at long last, and with a sigh of relief, he was on solid ground.
"Well that was adorable. I expected flying fists and you two just get all cuddly with being open. I mean, if I knew "master" had two meanings..." he said, making air quotes as he looked about. "And the climbing into the window thing? Very cute. Read that in a book once." He was actually a little jealous he didn't have boils coming through his window, but that's what he got for living in the basement floor of the monster dorms.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 6:59 pm
"I told you he wath not a very good Mathter," Christof grunted, still flushing with the embarrassment of it all as he gently set to putting the ladder away, "And the window ith jutht a precaution. Latht time I tried to front door to the Demon Dormth, I was er... ethcorted out again. Took hourth to find my foot."
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 7:07 pm
As the Igor worked to hide his make-shift ladder, Calder set his hands behind his back and pranced a bit around him, smiling as he did. "Well, you told him your mind, and you both got to learn a little about each other. That's rewarding. Now he knows what you think, and you know a little bit about him. Look how amazing talking can be when we use it." He gave a good-job pat on the Igor's back as he worked. "Seems like a rich demon though." His eyes trailed up to stare at the window they left. Demons always seemed rich to him, but when you grew in the backwoods in a beat-down mill, everyone did.
"Sees to care about you a lot despite being lazy. I guess that's what you get for being raised in the lap of luxury." As his eyes dropped to the Igor, he frowned. "So what happens when your deal is up with Barth? Do all Igors just jump around from owner to owner? I though you just got one person and that was it?" He guessed Barth was temporary then, just like some of the Igors hadn't been his exactly either. Maybe they all had little contracts and worked for different people all their lives? What a shame. Jumping around all your life for some decent work. Maybe he should have bought Christof a bigger plate of cupcakes to make up for it?
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 10:01 pm
"Thometimeth we are exchanged a lot. Thome thientithtth thell uth to pay off debtth. Thomtimeth we are old enough and withe enough to thee our Mathter ith.... going in bad directionth and er.... abandon them for someone better, but thatth uthually conthidered bad form and 'giving up'. But not all Igors are lucky enough to find a conthithtant mathter." He sighed, shaking his head, "I don't know. Itth... complicated." He seemed drained by the whole experiment, wiping his hands on his trousers as he stood up away from the now rehidden ladder. "Itth uthually rewarding in and of itthelf... the thervithe, I mean. Mathter Barth ith jutht... er.... unique. I thuppose I thouldn't be thurprithed. He ITH a Thloth Demon, afterall." He shrugged, glancing at the retreating sun. He still had homework to do, and his head was pounding.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 10:10 pm
It was getting late, and he was starting to remember he had his own homework to do, not to mention he always had to stay up late to take a shower. Well, his version of a shower now. Guessing his work was done for the day, and also finding out it was becoming harder and harder to understand Christof, the kelpie patted him on the back and nodded. "Well, you did well. You got up there and you spoke your mind. Not the way I would have done it, but you did it. Good for a first try anyways. There's always next time." Of course he didn't want Christof to stop speaking his mind, but baby steps were baby steps.
Smiling, he guessed it was time to hit the hay, and he stretched out. "Well, I got to go do homework and find see if the cafeteria is still open for dinner. Those cupcakes weren't filling." He then moved away, or sneak away. They had a deal, but with recent drama, he was sure the Igor's mind was too tired and too heavy with digesting what Barth said to think of some silly little handshake over cupcakes.
"Have fun eating at the cafeteria. Oh, and don't try the green stuff in the shape of a square. Don't ask me what it is, but don't try it." He pointed out, and headed for the monster dorms.
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