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 Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 8:29 pm
(If Danny had even mentioned how much stuff she actually had, Moure's jaw might have literally fallen off from how extremely flabbergasted he would have been. Luckily she hadn't mentioned it, though. Re-stitching on a jaw probably would have been harder to do than stitching on a arm.)
Moure gave a small, although confused, grin to Danny when she messed up his hair. He'd never really had his hair toussled by someone (Well, at least not for no reason. Cphira'd done it a few times before holding his head so she could render him immobile enough to study one of his stitches or something.) who was doing it simply for good fun. Moure looked at the huge amount of stuff and gave a slight shrugg at her words. "If you're really sure about it." This was still a lot of stuff for Moure, even if Danny seemed unfazed by it all.
At her questions, the grin faltered a bit, as Moure never seemed too happy to talk about his creator. He looked around the room, at the few things he'd brought with him when he'd left Dr. Cphira's estate. There'd been a few boxes, at most. (One specifically for all of his Scario Kart stuff, but besides that, most of his stuff were the necessities.) "Aah, well....my creator actually didn't give me anything, really. She said she'd given me a body, and that was all she was willing to let go out of her sight." His eyes moved to his arms, tracing the stitching down them. He gave the poofy minipet in his lap a gentle pet. The patchwork looked unsettled, at best. Any talk of Cphira was...unfortunate, really.
At Danny's further questions, Moure looked up at her, his eyebrows pushed together slightly. There was a slight frown on his face, a somewhat downcast expression to match it. He'd never told Danny about the place he'd come from, although he wasn't sure how well she'd be able to comprehend some of the stuff, considering, she was...well, Danny. He spoke, his voice slightly lower than normal. "Parents...ah..." How do you explain to someone that you don't have parents, only a somewhat sadistic mad scientist as a mother? He figured he would just say it. "Danny, I...I don't have parents. I have a creator, though. I'm a patchwork, which mean that I was built, Part by Part, by a mad scientist. My, ah, 'mother' I suppose I'll call her, is Dr. Cphira..." He paused, watching as Gibralter looked up and around in an alert fashion as soon as the patchwork said the woman's name. Both of them had a wary, concerned look on their faces at the topic of that evil, evil woman. He continued, before trailing off again. "She, ah, she's made several patchworks, myself being the youngest of them. She's just..." He paused again, before finishing quietly with, "...scary."
Moure looked around his room, trying to get a grin back on his face, and failing mostly. There was a hint of a smile though at Danny's motherly words. Moure assumed they were what would be considered motherly anyway. He assumed Dr. Cphira did not fit the bill of a good mother very well, and thus was not a good person to base the term "mother" around in his mind. "I doubt I'll need anything, considering how much stuff you brought over here in the first place."
Had Moure been in better spirits, he probably would have laughed out loud as Danny decided to snuggle up a very reluctant boogeymon. Gibralter let out an unhappy whine as he was forced into the bosom of the ghoul. The little creature immediately attempted to wriggle out of Danny's grip, and eventually managed to. As soon as he was loose, the boogeymon bounded to the other side of the bed and gave Danny a very calculating, irritated stare. After a moment, he settled down and sat carefully out of reach on the other side of Moure, putting the patchwork in between himself and the Invader.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 12:08 am
Danny had already taken the careful time to drape herself all the way across the bed. It seemed to be a habit of hers when she was with friends. To just drape herself wherever she pleased. First Roch's lap, now Moure's bed. What was next? Bets were on Demi's fluffy tail.
Danny gasped a little. "She didn't give you anything?!" This was absolutely astounding to the spoiled rich demon ghoul. Everything in her life had always been given to her. Sure, she worked for some things, like everyone else, but she had never really imagined her parents not providing for at least something.
Even more astounding was the idea that he didn't have any parents at all. Danny knew that some people just popped up in Halloween- when humans were scared of something, it popped up here after all. In fact, just a few years ago something must've happened that caused burning scarecrows to pop up just about everywhere. It had gotten really annoying after a while, because they all came seeking homes in the fire demons' realm.
The idea that Moure was put together was actually somewhat interesting to her though. "So you're like a bunch of people in one spot?" she asked happily, tapping her chin.
Something was bothering Moure, but Danny certainly couldn't tell. She honestly figured that he was going slow out of concern for her ... well stupidity, not because it actually painful to talk about. Danny nodded at the appropriate times, but she couldn't help but chipping in at the end, "Well that's admirable of her. Scary is a good thing after all."
Yes, Danny wasn't aware of any part of Moure's social situation with his mother. In Halloween, scary was good. So Moure's mother must be good. She didn't get that he meant scary to him, not to humans. Besides, she put together Moure, so she must've been a good person!
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 4:58 pm
Moure noticed the Fire Demoness' lounging, and was still a little wary of her flames, even though she'd made it clear it couldn't burn anything of his at this point in time. He gave a slight shrug, dismissing her draping as a Danny thing.
Moure could only raise an eyebrow as Danny exclaimed again about his lack of receiving anything from his Doctor before leaving home. He paused, looking over her expression with some slight confusion. Did she really come from such a rich family that something like Moure's situation was so strange? Moure glanced around his room and realized that, yes, Danny did come from that type of family. Did most people attending come from nice, loving families? After a moment, Moure finally responded. "Well, I suppose I kind of hijacked that too, but no one but me was using it at home anyway." Moure pointed out to his Scario Kart game and console.
Danny's question actually caught Moure a tad off guard. He gave a chuckle and looked at his arms, running a finger across one of his seams, the mismatching skin tones meeting at that line. "I guess you could look at it like that. More like I'm made out of Parts of other things or people, but I'm still me, and I only have one mind." Moure thought back to what Cphira had told him about his own form, about how she'd pilfered scores of althetes' graves to find Good enough Parts to build her new patchwork.
Moure paused, then shook his head a bit, and gave a little quiet laugh. "Admirable, yeah...sure she is." He gave Danny a sad smile and then said, "I'm, ah, I'm sure she's scary to humans...too." He didn't exactly know how to tell Danny about his unfortunate family life.
Gibralter looked up from where he was sitting and glanced between the two humanoids. The boogeymon cringed slightly as they started talking of Cphira, and watched to make sure that Moure alright talking of his creator. After all, the boogeymon knew Cphira, and that woman still sent chills down the minipet's spine too.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 7:59 pm
At this point, Danny grew bored with the Cphira conversation, and she was far too confused by it all anyways to really understand it. So they decided to play Scario Kart. Danny completely kicked Moure's butt.
They talked for hours and hours, until Danny eventually fell asleep in Moure's arms lovingly sprawled out on his bed, while he was forced to sleep on the floor.
It was great.
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