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 Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:11 pm
Christof gave a sigh, rolling his eyes as his brows furrowed in a 'why me' sort of way before motioning to the device he had been unsuccessfully working on. He made an irritated rumbling noise in his throat before making a growling, stitched-lipped equivalent to a 'kpow' with accompanying hand movement before wiping a bit of soot off of his face to hold it out to the supposed-sleuth.
There, mystery solved, he could go away now if he wasn't going to be useful.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:15 pm
Charlies wings flapped in his amazement when he saw the contraption. The demon had never seen anything -like- it. Well, sure it resembled a bicycle. And kind of a car. KIND OF.
Charlie was amazed.
"WHOAH!" He turned to Christof with a small twinkle in his eyes. "YOU DID THAT!"
Rather then head out, Charlie pivoted on the spot to inspect the 'contraption'.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:18 pm
With a whine, the hunchback lurched forward to try to put himself protectively between the contraption-in-progress and the dangerous, disastrous boil. It was already not going well, it didn't need retardation sabotaging it further.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:22 pm
Charlie was getting closer and closer and then... Christof blocked the demons path. Charlie crossed his arms and bit his lip.
"Well thats selfish," He huffed. The fact that Christof was trying to protect his work never dawned on the demon. Also the fact that Charlie was a walking destroyer of all things good had never crossed the demons mind either. One could conclude that Charlie was pretty thoughtless and one would be right.
Still even with Christof standing there the demons curiosity was not going away. If anything the attempts to protect were making Charlie all that more curious. He wanted to touch it.
A bloodied sleeve began to reach for the bike despite Christofs efforts.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:24 pm
While both arms were still outstretched around the bike behind him protectively, the third instinctively rose from his pocket to point at the Demon's approaching sleeves with a stern expression firmly on his face. It was like chastising a bad dog. But maybe if he would Sit and Stay, he might get a treat.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:30 pm
The third arm got the demons attention alright. The shock sent Charlie flying, literally, up ward. He stayed there for a moment before not so gracefully landing, on his butt.
"Ophhhh..." Charlie slowly got up, hand on bottom and just stared.
"What? A third arm? Your like a swiss army knife.. ehhh... " He continued to rub his bum. It was clearer now then ever that Christof didn't want him near the contraption. At all. Most sane residence would agree with the patchwork and maybe applaud him.
"So.. Can I take a peak at least? No touching?" Charlie held both arms over his head.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:36 pm
Still scowling critically at Charlie, the hunchback suddenly realized what had finally made him back off, and quickly slipped the extra hand back into his pocket, stepping to the side so Charlie could LOOK- and he pointed at his eyes to make sure he understood those were the terms- before turning to pick up one of the books he had been working from to show him a photo of what it SHOULD be looking like.
It almost did.
But not quite.
The contraption leaning on the grass was reaching there in spirit.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:48 pm
The contraption it self may have not been completed but it was enough to capture the demons imagination. He'd never seen anything quite like it before in his life. Though, to be fair, Charlie wasn't one to up to date with contraptions. He knew how to turn on a tv and thanks to growing up with Mac how to play a video game. But turning and using a computer was so out of reach for the boil.
Let alone this thing here. And maybe the amazement on his face showed just how low class he really was.
He -had- to get a closer look. So the demon did what anyone who wanted to get a closer look would do. Charlie began to move in closer. Hey, he just couldn't touch right?
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:14 pm
Christof hovered, wringing his hands (or at least two of them) as he watched Charlie hover ever closer. If he had been able to, he would have been babbling nervously about how it was unfinished, how it still had a lot to go and he was having trouble finding all of the parts necessary just on his own, and so on and so forth, but instead all he could make was an anxious noise in the back of his throat, eyes locked on those blood-stained sleeves that hid disaster-prone hands.
It would be okay. He built it sturdy so far. It was just Charlie-from-not-Math-class, and it wasn't like Mistress was busy scrutinizing his work.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:32 pm
The demon was close to the bike now and the shiny metal. Even if Christof could babble right now it was likely that Charlie wouldn't have listened to him go on about it not being finished.
The shine of the metal... it was just to tempting to not touch. Charlies hand stretched out and touched even before HE him self knew what he was doing. Almost instantly the bike fell to its side and coughed up a nice black cloud of smoke.
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"Hey Guy! What ever just happened it wasn't me."
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 9:28 am
Christof could only gape as the machine-in-progress made a horrible crunching noise, the black smock followed by a small explosion and a series of flame he could do nothing but take a step back from.
What. Part. Of. No. Touching. Did. He. Not-
Growling, the hunchback turned his attention to the Demon, fists clenching and nostrils flaring.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 3:54 pm
Charlie didn't get the obvious warning signs of danger Christof was giving off because he still stood there.
"Who ever made this probably didn't balance it right. It fell over on its own." He nodded pleased with the lie he'd just told. But wait, oh wait. HE'D INSULTED CHRISTOF. It hadn't clicked with Charlie just yet what he'd said.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 7:08 pm
The hunchback had had enough, nostrils flaring as he suddenly grabbed the psudo-demon by the shirt, dragging him backward and seemed ready to THROW him away from the Demon Dorms. Mistress had said No Hitting, and it was probably for people like Charlie's benefit or the boil would be sporting a concussion about then.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 9:08 pm
Charlies was grabbed before he even realized what was happening. Oh boy... He was in trouble now.
"W-what!! N-nooo! Co-cool it bro I was just - uh.. " All Charlie could do was flail a little.
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" P-P-PUT HIM DOWN!" There was a very timid, very mild mannered cry from behind Christof. Tahki wasn't sure what she'd happened upon but the gryphon didn't care to see Charlie hurt or Christof violent.
"Pl-pleasee?" She added after a long moment.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 12:20 am
Christof turned sharply from where he was trying very very hard NOT to break Charlie's nose, his nostrils flaring as he spotted... Miss Tahki from detention? What was she doing here?
Hesitantly, he let the demon go.
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