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 Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 7:09 pm
Christof wobbled, blinking a few times as he tried to get his eyes to focus right. Singing? No. No not singing. That was not going to happen. Walking... that he needed to do. Just one foot in front of the other. His heavy boots dragged along the floor, but first attempt was successful at least. Good. Right.
Where were they going?
YES. Malodore! To fix whatever... whatever got his thinker unthinkin' and... Hell's Bells that singing was distracting. He managed to keep his balance and his wits enough to totter after the Kelpie, tugging him in the opposite direction of the front hall, instead the direction that lead deeper into the undead dorms, more importantly the stairs.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 7:19 pm
Calder was in no way objecting to any direction, and was long in singing to even bother with questioning what the Igor was trying to do. Instead, the inibreated kelpie moved through the hallways, dragging his hand against the wall to keep balance as he sang LOUDLY and no doubt caused a few people to wonder what lunatic was thinking now was the best time to sing. Well, at least Calder wasn't off-key, though it wasn't like his song was well known or even recent. Maybe that was a good thing or else Chrsitof would have been at risk of him singing Cowboy Casanova.
As he climbed up the steps, he continued his song. "And there was Brown - upside down
Lappin'' up the whiskey on the floor.
"Booze, booze!" The firemen cried
As they came knockin' on the door." And to mock the knock, he turned his hoof and tapped the ground with the tip, and moved up to the top before noticing something.
"Why are we going up?" He said, and looked back at Christof. "You're not singing?" He forgot Christof's stitched mouth again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 10:56 pm
"Hrnnnnn!" was all Calder got out of the Igor who, besides the purple Cruel-Aid incident, had never partaken in any mind altering substances that he knew of, and was battling with keeping himself on his feet. Why was the kelpie always so fruuuuustrating, couldn't he just act like a normal civilized creature hrnnnn... He gave him a shove that almost knocked him off his boots, but kept a hold of the banister. Finally, he rolled his eyes. If he humored him, maybe he'd be more agreeable at least. Having listened for a few tedious minutes, he quietly moaned something along the line of the tune in the back of his throat, urging the Kelpie onward.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:03 am
The hard shove forced the kelpie forward and sent him stumbling and then falling to his knees. On all fours, he started to laugh again and looked over his shoulder as the Igor took the last steps. "Never not rough, are ya?" He rose back to his hooves, gripping the wall as he heaved himself up and straightened out his kilt a moment before he turned about into a wide grin.
"That's it! Sing it!" He cried, happy his friend was finally getting into the mood. Turning, he continued to sing but cut himself off when he noticed where they were.
"HHHheeeeeyyy. Do ya think Malley-Mal is hommee? Hmmm? MALODORE!" He called out, heading to the door. "Maaalllleeeeee." And then he stopped by the door and leaned against the wall. Wow. The hallway was moving again.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 11:08 pm
Christof somehow managed to get to the other end of the hallway, but was whimpering as he held onto the wall for support. The berries were working their way through his system, slowly taking their hold on his brain and the world was... well. Not turning purple.
And then he did something that surprised him enough to stop dead in his tracks, eyes wide in alarm from it.
And then it happened again. His chest convulsed, and a tight noise escaped his throat.
His eyes widened frantically. What.. what was happening??
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 6:27 pm
His ears pivoted at the squeaking little noises coming from the Igor's throat, and looking over, smiled as his friend seemed frozen to the spot. Why was he looking that way? It was a little cute. That terrified expression. He wondered if that was the look Chrsitof would have just before being drown. While he had seen plenty of expressions on the Igor's face, this one he could translate into fear. Did he just forget what they were?
Pushing off the wall, Calder clasped his hands together. "Awwww. You got da hiccups. Sound like a frog got lodged in yer throat." He moved over, patting Chrsitof' head as if he was a adorable pet that had became afraid of it's shadow. As he made a mess of the boil's hair, he then paused, combed the hair to one side, frowned, divided them into two locks held both locks of hair on either side. "You'd look great with ponytails." He said, distracted already before dropping his hold of the boil's hair, dumping the long locks in the Igor's face, and moving to Malodore's door. "I wonder if Malley has scruncies." He then knocked on the door, picking up on humming The Old Dun Cow as he waited.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 11:29 pm
Malodore had, truth be told, not been paying attention to the shouting in the hallway. Occasionally, people did that; the undead could be just as lively as other creatures, when they wanted to be. Not Malodore, of course. The plague doctor was the soul of consideration, never disturbing its neighbors. Naturally. The occasional experiment surely couldn't be a problem, even when it made the lights go out...
The plague doctor had been reading in bed when the shouting came down the hall; it ignored it as politely as it could, then put its book down sharply when someone pounded on its door. Ugh! Little miscreants! It got out of bed and stalked over to the door, tail waving irritatedly behind it.
"Can't you read the sign?" it proclaimed as it swung the door open, fully expecting to see some staggering group of zombies or other out there. "It says quie-"
....
"-Calder? Christof?" It blinked and stared at them. Oh dear. They both looked...
Oh dear.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 11:40 pm
The hunchback wobbled, suddenly breaking from his horrified hiccup trance to lurch forward, frantically and desperately grabbing the plague doctor's robes with a terrified whine. And a hiccup. His new parts were much larger than his old, and he was still getting used to the change in dexterity and strength- whatever Calder had shoved into him was making it increasingly difficult to remember to watch himself as well. Thankfully, it wasn't enough to knock the fragile Doctor-In-Training off it's hooves.
A symptom! -hiccup- It had to be a symptom of the poison! -another hiccup- He moaned, pointing to Calder urgently. They needed an antidote! Before whatever it was got worse!
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 3:36 pm
"Oyyeee. It's Maaallllleeee." Calder said, waving at his friend as he opened the door before Christof pushed him aside to get to the Plague Doctor and nearly threw the poor boil to the ground in his haste to cling to him. Stumbling back, Calder straightened up before blinking at the boil and his point. "Oh yeah. Christof wants ta know if you have scruncies." And then Calder looked up at Malodore's head, and then his hat.
"OH........I forgot yer balder than a elderly vulture." Then he thought a moment. "Yer not a vulture thing, are ya?" He was birdlike after all.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:47 pm
The second Christof and Calder got close enough... well. Drunkenness wasn't really an emotion, but the whirlygig of confused impressions was like a hangover by proxy. The plague doctor wobbled momentarily for reasons beyond Christof's clinging, desperately trying to remember what Riley had said about shielding.
Meanwhile, half of it wanted to break out into pseudo-drunken giggles, following along with how the two boils were feeling. "You're... you're intoxicating! No. Intoxicated. Yes. Intoxicated..." Jack, but it was hard to concentrate!
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:52 pm
Still hanging from Malodore's robes, Christof gave a frustrated wail to try to cover up Calder's ridiculous request for hair-trimmings, but quieted with a squeak as yet another hiccup stopped him. He must have swallowed funny when Calder had shoved whatever-that-concoction-had-been down his throat and... What... what had the Plague Doctor just said?
And then another hiccup. Christof's shoulders were shaking, a tight, jerking noise escaping his throat... was that... giggles?
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 7:45 am
Calder beamed at being called intoxicating AND intoxicated. He must look really pretty drunk, which was a good thing considering his kind. "Jack straight we are!" He proudly proclaimed, before resting his elbow on his friend's hump. "...I swear it's hard what with the frowning upon but its a good thing I know my plants else I wouldn't 'ave found a way." He shook the bag he was holding before he felt the elbow on Christof's shoulder move oddly. Then his ears caught a very rare sound. VERY RARE!
Turning his head, Calder inspected Christof's face to see his lips tugging up into a smile and what could only be described as -
"CHRISTOF IS GIGGLING!" Stepping back, Calder rose his arms up. It was amazing, and Calder took full ownership of that accomplishment. His friend NEEDED to loosen up. They all did!
"Oh yeah, scruncies!" He said, finally remembering what he was looking for but forgetting that Malodore did not have any. He instead brushed by the undead, inviting himself in and nearly tripping over his own hooves in the process. Christof's giggles were contagious and soon the kelpie was snickering to himself.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:29 pm
Picking up on all of the mental cacophony of an altered state without also having the standard physical maladies was... very, very strange. It could have stepped out of range except that Christof was still hanging on it, close enough for Malodore to pick up on everything the patchwork was feeling. At least in emotional terms.
It clenched its beak tightly shut. It was not going to giggle, it wasn't- "What. Is a scrunchie?" it managed.
An involuntary snorfle snuck out at the end of the word 'scrunchie'. Damn!
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 6:16 pm
Christof wasn't entirely sure what a scrunchies was either, but it sounded horrendous, and hearing Malodore say it, and chuckle over how ridiculous the word sounded as well was enough to make the hunchback wheeze, "Huuuuuu! Huummhmmmhmm!" laughing harder as he slid down it's front to curl up on the floor at it's hooves, gasping for breath through his nose as best he could.
Signs of the poison? Degeneration of his own brain functions? Whatever it was it was HILARIOUS and Calder had done it to him and THAT was hilarious and Fear Alive the Kelpie was so ridiculous all the time how could he even live with himself he was going to crush him whenever Mal set them right and THAT was especially hilarious.
He grabbed one of Malodore's ankles, practically begging for help as the air wouldn't come through all of this unfamiliar sensation of hilarity.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 10:55 pm
Wait. Wait.
Woah.
What was that?
Calder looked at Malodore and then his face stretched into an excited smile that showed off his wide, tombstone teeth. "OH MY JACK WAS THAT A SNORT?!" He said, pointing at Malodore and then jumping up and down as he clapped his hands. "That was! I made a joke!" Well, he didn't mean to, but if it got Malodore snorting, then it was funny. Christof and Malodore, what Calder would believe to be the hardest people to every get to laugh, if it was even possible, were at least smiling. Christof however had exploded into wheezing laughs on the ground and Calder was laughing at his friend.
He reached out and hugged Malodore, nuzzling his beak. "Do it again!" Maybe the word would help him out. "Scrunchie! Scrunchie! Scrunchie!" Hey, that WAS a funny word.
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