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 Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 11:25 pm
He seemed to perk up the moment she took the foot from him, face twisted into a hopefully eager look until...
Cold?
He wobbled, her expression like a knife twisting in his heart and he wobbled away to go sit down in his modest wooden chair once more. His hands fidgeted as he glanced to the closed door to his bathroom and the only mirror in his room before swallowing. In shaking handwriting he managed to add to the notebook:
Not you. Me. Was bad. Want to be a good Igor.
After a moment he added:
Will not be broken merchandise.
but quickly scribbled it out again, his face flushing and uneven shoulders slouching more.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 11:45 pm
The little undead girl was too busy stopping to rub her eye with her makeshift sleeve to notice that he was writing. She was mummbling something or another, but it was likely that she was just worry-babbling to herself. She'd never dealt with this before, she didn't know what to do!
It wasn't until the notebook was offered did she even realize he had moved, and she took a look at it with a sniffle, read it at least twice and frowned the entire time.
"Wh-what?" She asked, a little baffled. "I...I don't understand, I think you're a good I-Igor?" Granted she didn't know exactly what an Igor was, but she was sure he was good at it. "Y-you help Riley and Malodore...and that sleepy d-demon..." Whom she'd never met and couldn't recall the name of.
"A-and you're helping me." She added at the end, her voice still shaking, and her expression still very upset.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 11:58 pm
He nodded, stitched mouth twitching up into a twitching smile before pointing to the foot again. He would be a good Igor. He'd do as he was told. There should have been nothing more to it than him and the Task at Hand. Why was it so hard? A proper Igor wouldn't have cried when their Master was mad at them. A proper Igor wouldn't have undone the careful crafting and repair their Master had done to them in the first place. A proper Igor wouldn't have talked back... or even wanted to talk back. A proper Igor was a tool. An accessory. A minion and nothing more. Their desires were their Master's desires. That is what they were built for.
He looked a mess, despite his watery smile and attempt to calm the girl by pretending he was okay, hair disheveled and sticking out in every direction, shirt untucked and filthy, and by the color of his face in patches, he wasn't getting his proper nutrients.
He had the potential. But he was still... not right. His Master had fixed him, though- and Master knew best.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 12:19 am
Amrita looked back at the foot that she had thrown in his direction earlier. She didn't know what to make of it, but the fact he was still gesturing to it made her unhappy. Well, unhappier. She was still pretty upset, even if the tears weren't actually falling.
"But...But I don't want to do that yet!" She stressed to him, fidgeting with a piece of her ripped Sari. "I...I just wanted to, um, talk to you, 'cause...'cause I haven't seen you in a while and..." Practically wibbling again, she looked down at the floor; she was somewhat appeased now that he was looking at her and paying attention to her, somewhat; it was much better now that he wasn't acting like a, well, a zombie.
"And...and I missed you and stuff." As much of a relief as it was to not have a crazy excited hunchback pull her out of her room, she kind of missed his special brand of crazy...and the way he dealt with and saved her from DC.
"B-but you're acting bad-weird and...and you look terrible and sick and...i-it's not right! I...I don't like it!" She was back to looking completely distraught, rubbing her eyes - even the skeletal one - with her hands in such a way that she looked like a small, upset child.
"W-Whatever happened...and...and whoever did this is...is stupid!" She cried out, her head still bowed and her fists still at her eyes.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 7:15 am
The sudden comment seemed to snap something in the Hunchback's brain, wavering smile suddenly dropping immediately into an enraged scowl, eyes narrowing immediately as he stood up so quickly he nearly knocked his chair over. Before even knowing what he was doing, his more human right hand suddenly lashed out, smacking the tiny ghoul across the face before grabbing the foot off of the floor. How... how DARE she insult his Master!
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 7:40 am
Amrita didn't feel many things; it's what happened when the nerve endings were dead.
But she did feel the blow to her face, and it stung more than she could ever imagine - or had ever felt - before. Managing to stay on her feet after a bit of a side stepping stumble, a backwards hand lifted to hold the side of her face; he managed to hit the fleshy side of course, and she turned a wide-eyed and accusing stare towards him.
"Y-you..." An odd, thick blood-like substance lining the bottom lid of her eye. "You hit me!" She choked out in pure disbelief; the darker coloured tears starting to fall from a terrified eye. "You actually hit me!" While she wasn't going to run away, she did start to back up a little bit, at least until her back found the side of his desk.
She was too shocked to do - or say - much else.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 9:59 pm
His nostrils were flaring, face contorted with a look of rage she had never seen on his usually more gentle features- at least they had usually been gentle around the body-snatcher. She may only have seen it directed at that horrible little Death Charm when it tried to set his trousers on fire. The corners of his mouth were twitching, ever muscle convulsing as he fought the urge to outright physically throw her from his room, but instead pointed directly to the door.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 10:25 pm
Still holding the side of her face, she followed his finger to the door. She stared at it for a moment, the blood-like tears still streaming down her dark cheek and fingers, her little body shaking in both fear and surprise. The urge to leave was intense; Christof hit her. The sting was more mental than physical.
"...No." She flat out told him, apparently choosing now of all times to grow a backbone. Her free hand was gripping the edge of the desk for support, and she looked absolutely terrified, but there she was, stubbornly keeping her ground.
"Y-YOU'RE MY FRIEND!" Amrita cried out much louder than she intended, but for once didn't feel guilty about it. "And something is wrong, and this is wrong, and I'm...I'm not leaving!" The hand that had been on her face moved to grip the edge of the desk on her other side, really only showing off a brand new bruise on her face, one that he had made.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 10:56 pm
Trembling with rage now, Christof made to stalk towards the bathroom, ready to shut himself in but... but the mirror was in there. Covered, but there. He hadn't the courage to smash it. He wobbled in front of it, flinching at the word "Friend".
He had never had friends, didn't know what to do with them, and according to his Master, that was not what he was here for. Then what was he here for? What was he supposed to do? He had no idea. He wasn't supposed to have an idea. He was supposed to follow orders.
She wanted to stay. Alright. Turning slowly, he turned to face her again, his composure collected and his face carefully blank, awaiting the next order.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 11:09 pm
She almost expected to be hit again. Almost. When a second slap didn't come, she wasn't sure whether to be relieved or surprised. For a moment, her terrified stare waivered, but with the memory of being hit by a supposed friend still fresh, it didn't go away.
"What...What happened to you?" She breathed out unhappily, her voice still quivering to match the tears that didn't seem to want to stop. The little Undead was running out of things to do or say; she wasn't getting through to him, but that didn't mean she was going to give up on him yet. He'd likely have to hit her again for her to consider it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 11:16 pm
The hunchback glanced over his shoulder at hte bathroom door before he shook his head, pointing to his stitches as though that would explain everything.
He had to do what he had to do. There was no I in Igor. Alright, so there was. But there was no ME in Igor, anyway. There was the Plans and the Projects. There were the Missions. And if he was lucky, a nice room in a laboratory with a bed of his own. Or he was spare parts. A do-over.
His Master had been kind, fixing him. He felt he was lucky.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 11:29 pm
What was left of her nose wrinkled a bit when he....gave his answer. He had his stitches back, she could see that, but so what?
"So? You had them before and you weren't...like this." Frowning again, she was starting to look more irritated than terrified. Probably because he wasn't looking to hit her anymore. "You changed...in a bad way." The little Undead murmured, staying put near the desk.
"W-Whoever did this to you, it's still stupid. This isn't right, it's wrong. They're wrong...and you're wrong for thinking it's...right...?" Okay, near the end she was more trying to remember her train of thought and to organize her words than she was trying to get through to him.
She was going to argue this point to death, apparently.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 11:38 pm
He listened numbly, unsure of what she meant. He was different but it wasn't bad. He had been bad before. But he would behave. He had to behave or Dr. Fell would know, and then... he wouldn't be able to be in the school at all, he figured. But she kept talking, ranting even- he had never heard the little ghoul speak with such fervor, and it was only a shame that the combination of words, once they had assembled themselves coherently in his foggy brain, sent an electric impulse directly to his fists. They clenched at his sides, shoulders shaking, his face going red. How... how DARE she! She didn't know what she was talking about! She would insult HIS Master directly to his face?? TWICE! Fell wasn't wrong, he was never wrong, he was his creator and foremost Master- his First Master.
His real Master.
Riley and Barth had filled the void the lack of the doctor had left in him, but maybe... maybe that's what his Master had been mad about? No... no it had been his behavior overall that had done it, he supposed. He was in the right for what he had done, and Christof had certainly deserved it.
He managed to stifle the urge to hit her again, it hadn't worked the first time, he was fairly confident a second blow would yield similar effects. If she was going to be like that, then he felt they had little more to say.
He gave a polite, excusing bow before wobbling back to his bed.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 2:42 am
Her grip on the ledge of the desk only tightened when she saw how red his face became, again. Her jaw clenched and she shrank back against the piece of furnature, but other than that she pretty much stood her ground like the stubborn almost-zombie she was. Thats it, he was going to hurt her real bad this time! There was no other way, just ----
He...He just walked away?
Well, it was better than the alternative, but the little Vetala was still in shock.
Eventually she came back to her senses, realizing that she was getting nowhere on her own. She wasn't smart enough to help him through it. All she was good at going was being annoying and getting hit So she fumbled around and soon pulled the skelephone out of it's hiding place on her person; she had been told over and over to keep it with her, and so she did. Generally nestled in once-working organs, but still on her.
"I...I'll be right back!" She told the Igor, before making her uneven exit of his room, followed almost immediately by the equally unhappy Scruff; she did not go very far however, instead just sitting on the floor in the hallway beside his door, her back to the wall. The moment she was down at his level, Scruff took the opportunity to make a giant nuisance of himself, eagerly trying to crawl onto her raised-knee lap and to lick and slobber all over her face. She did her best to fend him off, but there was only so much she could do. It felt safer in the hallway right now...just because he hadn't hit her the second time didn't mean he could change his mind.
She was trembling again as she searched through her contacts, her tear-blurry vision able to pick out the typoed contact of 'ERILEY', trying to contain another round of tears as the eyephone started to ring.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 2:45 am
The Phone Conversation Riley was bent slightly, staring at her fishtank, tapping against the glass as she watched the growing multitude of fish-that-she-had-not-put-there swim about. When her phone rang, she wasted no time to slide it out of it's holster at her side, and swing the phone expertly to her ear. This, of course, was useless - since she did not speak through the phone. She pressed a single button on it, which was an automated recording of a woman's voice saying one word. "Hello?"
She couldn't respond to someone until she knew who it was, after all.
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The automated recording was met with the sound of a shaking inhale, and a small broken voice that still managed to let out a very confused-sounding "R-riley...?"
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Amrita. Riley's voice filtered into the ghoul's head as she straightened up. What's wrong? You sound distressed.
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Poor Riley. The moment the question was asked, the little ghoul let it all out. It was a little out of order, but it's what she could remember, of course.
"Christof...he...he's acting weird! Bad weird. He just kept trying to haNd me parts and he wouldn't listen and he said it wasn't my fault but...but then he hit me and then there was something about being a bad igor but being better now and his mouth is stitched again and he's still not listening and..." She paused her uneven, verge-of-crying rant for a body-shuddering sob before she could continue. "I don't know what's wrong! I...I don't know if I can do this anymore!" Apparently the turn in events turned her excitement over their project into pure dread.
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Somehow, Riley wasn't surprised that Amrita's distress was caused by Christof. Why it didn't surprise her was a mystery - but there was little else the ghoul would have called her specifically for. Riley listened carefully to the broken story, though she faltered in her listening when Amrita explained that Christof had hit her. A memory briefly came bubbling up, of something Barth had once said. She had brushed it off at the time, but.. it seemed Christof was aggressive. Yet.. Amrita? Why would he ever hit Amrita?
Amrita, just take a deep breath. I'm not sure what has gotten into Christof, but I know that he's been suffering a lot of physical pain for the last few days, and it may have made him a little loopy in the brain. That does not excuse any sort of violence towards you, however, and I assure you he will be quite punished. I'd rather focus on you right now, though.. where are you? May I come find you?
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Another shaky inhale sounded, proof that Amrita was listening to her. Riley knew what to do, she was brilliant. Is. Always will be.
"B-but he said he was fixed and he looked...looklike he was gonna break into FEAR particles any minute!" He looked that dead, apparently. There was a little squeak and a gross sounding snort as Scruff apparently got his nose between the undead's ear and her phone, and then a little battle while she got the phone back, trying to hold the special scareon at an arm's length away.
"Stopitscruffthatsgross----O-outside of his room, in the hallway..." Of course Riley could go find her! What a silly question.
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Outside of Christof's room? Riley's tentacles cringed upwards angrily. All right.. She hesitated. I will be right there. He's.. not there with you, is he? Riley knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself from enraging on the igor if she saw him, right now. She only hoped she could muster up the strength not to kick that door in.
I'll be right there. She murmured quietly, and hung up.
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"N-no, he's in his room." Amrita confirmed in a miserable voice, her only answer after that was a nod; something she forgot couldn't be transferred well over the phone. The call disconnected and the phone but back in it's hiding place, Amrita simply curled int a fetal position with her back to the wall, occasionally patting the attention-starved Scruff.
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