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 Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 3:29 pm
The first utterance of her voice in his head made his ears shot back and his eyes widen before narrowing. Instantly, he turned to face away from Christof, his so-called friend, and to Riley. They were in RILEY'S room. He was touching RILEY's things. Things that RILEY touched. The very idea made him uncomfortable to be in the very den of the she-beast that he had come to greatly dislike in his short time in school. To know he had woken up here didn't improve his impression of her, especially after the fresh wounds from the Scaretine auction.
Already he was getting up on his hooves and was looking for the door. Oh, nnnnoooowwww he saw why Christof was way over there, and he narrowed his eyes all the same. So much for the Igor telling him that the auction hadn't been a setup. What the hell was this?! Now he knew. NOW he knew that Chrsitof knocked him out and took him here. It was the only explanation, and he HATED that he was duped AGAIN!
As he made his way to the door, he heard what Riley had to say. Well, it wasn't like he could keep her out of his brain, and it all sounded sweet, kind, even respectful to his culture. In short, it was TOO good. When she finished, he turned over his shoulder at her. "And so you kidnap me and bring me here to be nice? Like I'd believe that from you? You. A person I can't even stand to look at and who's voice in my head makes me want to run into a wall just to stop it. Yea. Why in the heck would you do anything kind for me when we both can't stand to be around each other" He knew Riley hated him. They had been assigned as partners enough times to get the point. He didn't believe a word of it.
Standing before Chrsitof, he took a firm stance. "I can't believe you. After you said you didn't set me up, to take me here to her. What were you thinking? And – What the heck did you hit me with?" He touched his head again. Ugh. He felt a little dizzy again. Still, he wanted to leave. He wanted to go in his room and just lock the door. He HAD been hoping to watch Christof try on his new clothes and help him for the dance. Sure, he'd be bitter, but he'd still have a little fun helping his once-friend out. Now he would just go to his room, plug in his eyepod, and try to drown out the noise of everyone else running around and getting excited to head out to the dance.
He was quickly feeling that his favorite holiday was becoming his least favorite.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 3:55 pm
This was to be expected, and Riley took it all in stride. By stride, of course, I mean she only seethed a little. You don't HAVE to believe me. You can curse the day I was born all you want while you get dressed. You can promise my swift demise while I do your hair. I don't give a rat's a**. Just get dressed, and be nice to your date, or so help me.. She pulled herself back. It was clear she was letting herself get carried away with her anger - she took a few calming breaths, before attempting to speak again.
We kidnapped you because you know FULL WELL you wouldn't have come on your own. And I need you here. She balled her hands into fists at being forced to need Calder for anything.
So just. Just. Pick an outfit. She growled out menacingly. She sent a private thought to Christof - Go guard the main door now. Let him in the living room.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:14 pm
Christof fidgeted, brows furrowing with concern as it seemed his little joke on his friend had not gone as well as he had imagined it would. Calder was not laughing. In fact he looked about ready to drown someone. Probably him. "Nnmmm..." He started, about to explain, but he glanced to his Mistress before bowing politely, finishing in thought instead as he crept back towards the front door, Yes, Mistress. He seems less excited by all of this than I thought he'd be....
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:44 pm
He still felt like this was a trick, but there were just some words and some gestures he noticed that made this TOO strange. First off, Riley suggesting she bought him clothes and even took into account that he'd wear a kilt – the fact she knew that and would go so far bothered him. It was…considerate. Then it was the idea that she would be doing his hair even if they hated each other. HIS HAIR! First off, he didn't like that idea of anyone messing with his hair, and especially not the ghoul. "My hair? You don't even have hair. What do you know ab –" He stopped before he could even go into this discussion. Shaking his head, he looked back at Christof.
"How do I know this isn't some trick? Christof, why would –" He paused, noticing that Christof was not speaking. He wasn't even talking to him! No gestures at all, and the Igor's eyes moving to look past him to Riley made him super suspicious. TOO SUSPICIOUS!
"Okay, that is just ENOUGH!" He shouted, grabbing the Igor's scarf and pulling hard. "You have a damn mouth! USE IT! This BS with not talking is pissing me off, and I don't like you two talking behind my back! Want me to trust you! THEN BOTH SPEAK!" He hated that the Igor was still playing this game about not being able to use his mouth, and he was franking too pissed off at him to care anymore. He had a mouth. He had a tongue. He talked. EVERYONE SHOULD HEAR HIM! This whole thing about him taking orders from his MISTRESS and not talking to HIS FRIEND was really getting old, fast. Why was he so much lower than HER?!
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:51 pm
Christof whined as he pulled back, trying to kick the Kelpie away as he had taken a hold of his scarf and fought to pull it back frantically. If his Mistress knew he had been keeping this from her-! He was a dead man! Well, an UN-UNDEAD MAN. Whatever that was. Regardless of terminology he would be in TROUBLE and that was enough to send him in a fit of panic, growling now as he pursed his lips tight, praying like before the heavy scarring on his lips would hide the absence of actual stitches as he madly tried to pull the scarf out of Calder's hands.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:03 pm
Riley should have know better to get Violence-Inclined and Short-Temper together in the same room, and now the two were battling it out for Christof's scarf. Calder had a good hold of the fabric, while Christof was growling and trying to pull it away. The kelpie had been more than hurt by the boil and was feeling betrayed at the moment, and this was now his one focus to vent. TAKE THE SCARF!
He planted his hooves down, one leg spiking wtih pain as his own leg was still tender from the fall, but he kept his stand firm and started to pull back. "GIVE. IT. CHRIST.OF." He said through clentched teeth, stepping back and pulling as hard as he could. "STOP BEING SUCH A COWARD, YOU PANSY-NIBBLER!" Kelpie insults - yeah, it was on now!
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:05 pm
"Th-th-thtop it!" He hissed frantically, eyes contorted with rage as he gave the scarf a hard yank before letting go- hoping the Kelpie's own strong hold on the thing would send him stumbling to the ground.
Hopefully... hopefully Riley hadn't heard anything.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:13 pm
Despite how uncomfortable she was, Riley felt like she had everything well in hand. When Calder lunged for Christof, screaming about his mouth, however, Riley was thrown completely off. Calder- She started, but something held her back. There was an enigmatic quality about their fight, something she couldn't put her finger on. It kept her from intervening, and her eyes slowly began to narrow to slits as she watched them.
Then, she heard it, and everything snapped into place rather quickly.
With an eerie calm, she reached forward and placed her hand on Calder's shoulder. She pulled him aside, and used the claw of her other hand to tear through the scarf like butter. It fell to shreds on the floor, revealing what the patchwork had been hiding from her for.. how long now?
Christof. She whispered - her voice did not give her reaction away just yet. What have you done?
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:16 pm
Christof stood frozen in terror as the scarf tore away, eyes frantically darting from his Mistress to Calder and back again before his legs suddenly felt like jelly, "M-mithtreth I... I... I... IT WATH ALL HITH FAULT HE'TH THE ONE WHO BUTCHERED MY THTITCHETH! I'm thorry I'm tho tho tho thorry I'm tho thorry mithtreth pleathe don't be croth with me-" He deflated after the initial accusation, legs finally giving out as he fell to his knees, clinging to Riley's dress frantically like an abused child afraid he was about to be thrown out into the snow once more.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:33 pm
Riley's eyes betrayed nothing. They looked wide, caught in surprise, but there was something brewing behind them that no one could see yet. It was waiting, biding it's time, like a lion in the brush.
She watched him drop to his knees, but made no attempt to comfort him. She made no attempt at anything, save for a flicker of a gaze at Calder when the boil was blamed for Christof's situation. Her eyes returned to Christof, and her whispered voice remained just as withdrawn and mysterious as she asked him, quietly. Why have you hidden this from me? For how long?
It was the answers to these questions, certainly, that would become the deciding factor of Riley's true reaction.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:40 pm
Christof whimpered, on the verge of tears as he trembled to look up at her honestly, "I didn't want anyone to know-" He managed frantically, "No one knowth but Mithter Calder and Mathter Barth... and... and Mith Amrita b-but the wath there when it happened and... and... I didn't.... I'm n-n-not thuppothed to.... I..." He wobbled, "I didn't want to but, but, but, Mithter Calder thaid it... it would be good for me but I didn't agree but HE THAID-" He felt like he was going to throw up. His tongue felt swollen in his mouth, burning along it's seam once again, threatening to blister along the rest of the muscle. It wasn't HIS tongue. It would NEVER be his tongue. It was just... borrowed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:47 pm
With every name Christof ticked off, Riley's body tensed a little more. By the time he'd finished listing all the people who knew, her hands were balled into fists. Her voice now betrayed the proper emotion, as she bent down to lift him back up to his feet and released him.
You didn't want anyone to know. She seethed. And yet, somehow, magically, Barth knows. But I did not. This discretion was, perhaps, the biggest slap in her face of them all. It dwarfed the initial betrayal, and her shaking hands betrayed her welling anger. How dare you, Christof.
Her normally white eyes had tinged a very frightening shade of red. This was something Christof had yet to ever see, and would have likely been the last thing he had ever seen, if something hadn't caught her attention.
The lisp.
She reached out with a callous hand and jerked his chin towards her. Open your mouth. She growled, bending in to get a good look at what had been done.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:52 pm
"M-m-m-m-mithter Calder Thaid I wath to... to... to giwe him a piethe of my mind! In... in a literal thence, mithtreth- I... I wath told to... to litht my griewentheth and... Nnnn..." He wobbled, eyes glancing to the Kelpie for some sort of backup, but what could he have done? The damage was already made. He felt like he had just eaten two whole trays of those Cup Cakes Calder had introduced him to. He was about to lose them on his shoes. His breathing was ragged as she lifted his chin, terror practically wafting off of him like a miasma as he gazed into those red eyes... "Y-y-yeth... yeth Mithtreth..." he squeaked, prepared for her to wrench the borrowed tongue from his mouth right then and there.
His scarred and chapped lips parted to reveal those rotted remaining teeth from over a decade of being shut away... he was missing several, from molars to a couple of his front, the rest a rather nasty color any Halloween Dentist would be proud of, and there, the seam. "I HOL HEE WAH HAH IHEA! I HOL HEE!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:36 pm
It was sad how terrified the Igor became around the ghoul, and it only proved to Calder that something wasn't right about this whole servitude business. If the patchwork loved it so much and liked his owners, then why did he look as if he was about to be beaten into the ground. Then again, Riley wasn't looking like she wanted to give him a hug at the moment or was beaming with pride at his new ability. Instead, she looked angry, which was just the complete opposite of what anyone should feel about the Igor now being able to speak.
While he had wanted to beat the Igor's head into the wall a moment ago was now dropped off to protect him, and the kelpie stepped in again, pushing between them and holding his hands out as if he was going to shield the boil. "Don't get all pissed at him! This is a good thing. He already says little enough around all of you people aside from scribbling a 'Yes Master' or 'Yes Mistress' that he never gets a chance to have his own say. Christof had thoughts and opinions too..." Lots of annoying ones that pissed Calder off, but he at least had a personality and plenty of fight. That was at least something Calder liked about him. "..and he's really smart. Not some dumb animal that lugs stuff and works."
"And anyone should be happy for him. That's was people who cared would do. He'd probably say more if he wasn't so damn terrified of everyone he says he likes and respects." He looked over his shoulder at the Igor on this note. Christof didn't add in that he was also terrified to death of the people he worked for. To further his point, the kelpie looked deep at those red eyes and jabbed a finger over his shoulder. "Christof's mouth is awesome." And then he looked back at Christof. "And don't call me Master anything!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:45 pm
Riley cringed as she got a good look in his mouth. It was horrific - in all the best ways - but that wasn't what made her cringe. What she saw was exactly as she'd expected. He wouldn't have sounded so terrible when he spoke, if that tongue wasn't trying desperately to get the heaven out of his mouth.
She blinked as Calder got in the way, and her eyes softened back to their normal white. They did not soften in expression, however. You idiot. Riley couldn't help but growl at him - consequences be damned, this kelpie was hurting her Christof. She grabbed Calder by the shoulder and flipped him around so that he was facing Christof, before reaching to Christof once more and opening his mouth.
The tongue inside was swollen angrily at it's seams. The edges were singed black, and a lot of it was curling away from the stump, as if it was it's own entity, trying to get away despite the stitching that held it firmly in place.
Do you have any idea what you've been playing at, Calder? You don't know Christof well enough to be doing something like this. That tongue has been hurting him every second it's been attached. Did he tell you that? DID HE?
She had lost all semblence of calm. This had gone on too far - and she couldn't believe no one had stepped in. Was Barth simply too lazy to care?
This is why you NEVER hide things from me, Christof. She spat angrily at the patchwork. NEVER!
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