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 Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 1:05 am
"Cool name! Gibralter. I like it. My brother's name is Barth." Claire considered what to tell Moure about Barth. She wanted him to like her and pointing out her brother's flaws was... actually a good idea.
Claire's thought process:
If I tell him my brother is active and strong and stuff (lies) he will be intimidated
If I tell him the truth, like how he's a sloth and gets a patchwork to do stuff for him he will be... not so intimidated.
"He's a sloth. And he's lazy, get's everyone else to do his work. Do you have any siblings?"
She started to eat her spaghetti, making sure that she didn't slurp.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 1:16 am
Moure nodded, "I usually just call him Ralt for short, but I do like his full name." Then, she was explaining her brother. He nodded again. It was kind of...interesting, trying to puzzle out how this ghoul, probably of the Gluttonous Demonic nature, and a Sloth demon were related. At least, he figured she meant the type of demon, and not the animal or anything like that. "I see. " Then, she was asking about if he had any sibilings.
Moure paused, looking into his partially eaten spaghetti. Sibilings...did the other patchworks count...? Moure looked back at Claire again, giving a sort of nod. "I...I suppose I do, if you want to count other Patchworks who my Creator had made. I'm the youngest of several." That made sense to the patchwork, although it might not exactly made sense to a normal being. Moure was the youngest in the group of patchworks all made by the very scary Dr. Cphira.
Moure took another bite of his spaghetti, wondering if he was going to beat her in finishing the food. (After all, it was one bowl versus twelve...)
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 12:37 am
Claire put up a single finger to halt him, then ate her twelve bowls quite quickly before answering. No distractions. She then lowered her finger and replied to each of his statements.
"Ralt is nice too! Is Christof a relative? Wait---no. You said you only just met Christof, I was listening." she was! "Do any of them attend the school? I know there's a few patchworks, plus I saw some running around just the other day... Though they may have been from the open house, thinking about it."
Claire pulled some wipes from her bag and carefully cleaned her hands before putting her little orange gloves back on. Claire had calmed down a bit and was starting to be a lot more casual around the boil. After all, he was just a patchwork.
Just a patchwork. Yep.
Keep telling yourself that, Claire.
Claire wondered if the boil had anywhere to be and didn't want to keep him away from that. She wasn't mean, after all.
...That didn't really make sense, but Claire simply didn't want to bore the boil.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 10:49 am
Moure paused as she held up her finger, then watched in amazement as the ghoul eat ALL twelve bowls in a matter of moments. The patchwork finally shook off his surprise as she continued as if it had never happened. Well, this did explain how she'd wanted a refill on twelve bowls in the first place. The ghoul must have been a gluttony demon...?
As she spoke, he nodded again, with a slight smile when she confirmed that she had been listening. "Not a relative, no. Although maybe our Doctor's have met before, but..." He gave a shrug and trailed off his statement. She was quite a...interesting ghoul. Kind of childish, but... At her question, Moure shook his head. "Nahh...I'm the first of my Doctor's patchworks to come...for that case, I'm probably the only one who would dare to ask her to come..." He gave a slight shake of his head again, then looked at Claire. "So, why are you here at school? Did you want to come?" This was actually a very interesting question to Moure, since he REALLY had wanted to come to the Academy. He took another bite of his spaghetti, finally getting close to finishing it.
As it was, Moure actually had no where else to go at this point in time. While it was unusual for Moure to just sit and chat with someone, he was getting information out of it, right?
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 7:31 pm
Claire bit her lip in thought. She'd never actually cared about going to the school, it was kind of inevitable that she would.
"I was always going to go here. I didn't mind... mum really wanted to make sure I had enough food she she brought in a bigger-on-the-inside fridge. It's just my education I suppose. I like it here, though. So many real friends!" Claire thought it best not to let Moure know about her childhood 'friends', Hannah and Josie. She'd managed to get them out of her brain and she did not want any reminders.
"Is your... creator lady nice?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 6:19 pm
Moure nodded. This was probably the typical response (although minus the fridge part, Moure assumed) from most higher ranked students. "I see, I see..." Moure nodded again at the gluttony demoness. Was he one of few? Didn't students actually want to come to the school?
Sure...Moure'd only wanted to come to get away from his potential assistant-role at home, but...surely someone actually chose to come to the school for actual academic reasons, right?
At Claire's question, Moure's expression became a slightly saddened one. He didn't know how other mothers were, but he knew his 'mom' was not like them. "My Doctor? I...I don't know. I mean, she's taken care of me ever since she made me, but I think that was more of...more of like tool maintenance than actually caring for me." moure gave a slight shake of his head. He didn't really want to tell someone he'd just met the actual story deeper than that, that she was a coy, cruel woman that he was running from. It was too eariler into meeting Claire to dump that kind of information on her. So, the patchwork gave a shrug and spoke again. "She's...she's hard to explain, I suppose."
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 8:59 pm
Claire just stopped for a moment.
"That's..." how did she deal with something like this? It sounded sad and Claire didn't like sad stuff. "I... Uh... are you going to prom?" RANDOM QUESTION, GO
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 7:11 pm
Moure noticed that Claire trailed off on her response to his statement about his Doctor. Ah...most people here probably came from better home lives than that, after all. Probably wasn't used to hearing about something like that. (Mind you, Moure didn't really think his home life was sad or bad or anything like that, but that was because he'd never known anything else.)
At her question, Moure gave a nod. "Prom? Yeah, my friend asked me to go with her, so I'll be in attendance." He gave a nod, then looked over at the Gluttony demoness again. "Why? Are you going too?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 8:23 pm
"Yeah with a guy I know... He likes purple!" she added very helpfully. There was a buzz on her phone and Claire picked it up to check it. A text from a neighbouring demon.
claire ur follyjox jus ran in my dorm can u com n pik it up plz
"Sorry Moure, I have to go. It was great talking to you! I'll see you at prom, yeah?" she said with a smile as she ran off.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 8:37 pm
Moure gave a nod. "I see." She was going too, it seemed. And then she got a text, so Moure just raised an eyebrow. It seemed urgent though, since she got up right after that.
"It's fine. Goodbye Claire, see you at Prom, then..." He said, looking at the abandoned empty spaghetti bowls. He picked them up, stacking them carefully, and then got up himself and carried them over to the dish return area. Might as well clean up, right?
After that, Moure looked at the map on the wall one more time, and then left.
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