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That seemed to please the dark figure as it watched the kelpie swallow the concoction, down to the last drop. "It is rude to ask a Demon their name," He chuckled, "But you may call me Dr. Fell, as many people do." That done, his attention turned back to his work, and then up to the clock with odd hands hanging from the wall, one talon resting on the countertop. "Oh, my, would you look at the time, we have been at this all night, haven't we? Well, almost finished. Have a seat, if you boys like! I am sure you had a long journey to come here, unannounced." He seemed to relax a bit after watching the clock a few moments, perhaps waiting for them to digest... whatever it was he had given them. "Frederik, have them begin breakfast for three, would you? There's a good lad." The black talon-like digits slowly curled back like receding shadow as pale, delicate- but more human- hands removed the mask with a relieved sigh. Safe to breath the air again. "And you, are the demon responsible for this?" He had a kind face, expression gentle and unaccusing as it settled on Barth, although there was something in his eyes that watched like the circling Carry On littering his property. Feathers had already receded further, reveling a pale labcoat. In his hand was Christof's right hand, still bearing the black mark of the Sloth Demon.

Calder had frowned at being scolded for asking his name. "Then how am I supposed to figure out what to call you?" He pointed out, unless Dr. Fell wanted him to invent names for demons. That could end terribly as he was far too creative and not very logical in his name choices. Still, at least he got a name and found a seat next to Barth before he bolted right up again.

"That's Christof's arm!" He pointed, looking to Barth and back at Dr. Fell. "What happened?! Is he okay?! Why doesn't he have his arm?!" He moved closer to the demon, but not TOO close, looking at the marked arm and back up to Dr. Fell. What happened to his friend??!! Seeing as he couldn't go more dead, he still worried for him. Did Dr. Fell run out of thread or did he just take his arm for sport? Did he loose the rest of Christof's parts? Did wild werewolves tear him to pieces and run off to gnaw on him for a while??!

Ears back and eyes wide, Calder looked at the arm. He wanted to hold it, but most importantly, he wanted to know what was going on!

"That's, err- hi christof," Barth said awkwardly, slumping in his seat. He felt dangerously close to sleep. This was important. He forced himself to focus, and found himself focusing on Christof's human hand. His mark was slowly disappearing, and his grip tightened very slightly.

Instinctively, he knew that it was only relocating, but he peered around Dr. Fell at the mess on the slab any way.

"Very useful, yes," he repeated quietly.

"A bit of discomfort is normal, I have found. But it will pass as the new parts are... integrated," Dr. Fell assured the Kelpie, and despite his neat, straight, even stitches he glanced over his shoulder periodically to guage Barth's expression. Finally, he batted Calder away, straightening to give them both a rather TOO enthusiastic smile, "Breakfast should be ready soon, why don't you follow Frederik to your bedrooms? Make yourselves comfortable while we finish up."

On the slab, Christof, or at least what remained of him, gave a desperate whine, the hand in Barth's grip twitching urgently before the mark was completely gone, the fingers going limp.

Calder's ears were still down, expressing far more worry and concern than the two demons present, and looking at Christof's features and wishing they could talk. He wanted to hear it from the Igor, but that was impossible with him in such a state and his hands not even put together to sign. Before Calder could reach out and squeeze whatever piece of anatomy he could touch to show Christof that he hoped he was okay, Dr. Fell shooed him off and back to his chair. Frowning, Calder slowly moved next to Barth who either was too tired to be upset or didn't think it was a big deal.

It's just a bit of discomfort. Christof gets torn to pieces a lot. It's probably normal for him. Nothing to get bothered about. It's his birthday too. I should have brought something.

He tried to distract himself with more upbeat thoughts, but it was a failed attempt from the beginning.

Before anything more could be questioned, they were directed to Frederik (aka Ally), who waited for them to show them their rooms. Rising up and offering help for Barth, he nodded politely once. Dr. Fell was still Christof's elder, and he was taking care of his friend. In some way, he was his father, and in that regard he had to be aware of that and polite....as best he could.

"Thank you..." Calder mumbled, before glancing back to the Igor on the table. He wished he could say more, but decided to keep his mouth shut. He'd see him again. No need to get bothered. He guessed he still wasn't used to the undead.

With a curt nod, Calder went with Barth and followed Frederik out of the room.

Barth edged his way through the Decontamination Chamber, glad there was no Re-Decontamination. He distanced himself from Christof's screams.

"Calder," he said evenly, pushing past the grogginess, "He said the visit was unannounced. Is that right?"

Barth just sighed. "It's alright. I wouldn't worry." He was getting his fill of surprise summer visits to other demons. Still, Christof's Master Creator was a man of Science, so maybe they could...find some mutual ground.

At least until he determined what had Dr. Fell's keen attention, and if it was only possessiveness. He added, as an aside,

"...You know, I have only been awake on one other morning to my immediate recollection."

"The morning of the boat ride," Barth said, "to the island."

He hesitated at the last statement.

The long answer, which would get Calder upset, was that Christof's Master Creator was entitled to do with him as he liked, even if that something happened to be excruciating (and probably unnecessary) pain. What he said was,

"Just growing pains. He'll be alright."