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 Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 3:03 pm
Riley paused in her jabbing scrapes when she heard the whirring sound of the machine coming to life. She turned, and let the handle rest on her shoulder, while watching the machine at work.
Just brilliant. She repeated, glowing with pride. The only thing that would be better, is if we had a dozen of them. Imagine them all at work, scrubbing away.. this room would be clean in less than an hour, and we would stroll out of here and leave the gnomes and Professor Red in shock. She chuckled gently, and turned back to her wall.
So.. you and Barth have been working closely together on these things, have you Christof? Her eyes were on the wall, but her quiet words still reached them. And Mad Science as well. That went very well for the two of you, didn't it.. have you been enjoying working with Barth?
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 3:21 pm
Hearing something starting up from behind him, Jericho glanced back to see the machine starting up. Oh good. It does work after all. Maybe he wouldn't be walking in so much filth soon.
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Somehow he had a feeling it wouldn't reduce the amount of goop that much. There was just so much of this s**t all over the place. It seemed nearly impossible to get the place clean again.
This seemed to be true even for his scrubbing with the sink. When he thought he was making some progress, goo just continued to drip into the place of where he scrubbed. Surely, eventually, he'd get one clear spot. At least, that was what he was hoping. So he scrubbed. And scrubbed. And scrubbed. And scrubbed. And scrubbed.
<... There's no end to this..> he whined mentally. He hadn't really been paying attention to what Riley was saying to Christof a moment or so ago.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 8:06 pm
He... he is a good... a good friend to me, Christof mentally murmured as he concentrated on the slow spinning progress of the machine, stepping carefully on the relatively-cleaner smeared area of tile behind it before rounding it around for another pass. I like tinkering. Master Malodore's work is similar to... to home but. I like working with Barth. He has good ideas. And... and it is... it is fun to invent. The word felt awkward, even thought, let alone stated.
The cleaning bot, meanwhile, buzzed and whirred and chugged along. The room was apt with Fear, Fear from humans terrified of public bathrooms, fear from the students who had over the years been shoved into the horrible wreck of a room to try to battle the stank, crawling and oozing deep into it's hodge-podged circuits.
The cleaning bot was growing annoyed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 8:24 pm
Riley seemed strangely chipper as she chipped away at the dried up gunk on the walls, and listened to Christof speak. When he stopped, her movement paused, and she turned her head to look at him. Well of course it's fun to invent. That is what you are both good at. Look at the class you taught. That was a wonderful class. She followed the cleaning bot with her eyes, nudging it carefully in one direction with her foot. There's nothing wrong with that.
She sighed and got back to work, but there was an odd, dreamy look in her eye. Inventing is just another science. We all have our favorite sciences, after all. Malodore's work is my favorite, though. I could delve into new organic discoveries with it every day of my life, if I had the choice.
But she didn't.
Her scraping sounded just a little quieter, but she didn't stop. Do you see yourself inventing with Barth, when you graduate? Perhaps becoming partners? She gave Jericho a fond glance, her eyes crinkling at the side. Having a partner was fun, after all. Ah, there's an end to it. She finally responded. I don't think we'll find that end today. But it's there. Somewhere.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 8:37 pm
Pausing for a moment to try and see if he had made any leeway with his cleaning, Jericho soon frowned as he really didn't. Letting out a sigh, he went back to furiously scrubbing the side of the basin in some futile attempt to get it clean.
In the meantime, he was idly listening to the other two, but he didn't have anything to add to the conversation. The sciences were interesting, but they weren't really his strong point. When Riley, addressed him though, he looked up at her and grinned a little weakly.
Well there was a point there. They definitely wouldn't be seeing the end to this grime today.
Shaking his head at that thought, he began to scrub some more, pausing only to grab some more soapy water.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 8:46 pm
Christof's expression fell, his face flushing. Would he like to spend his days lazily inventing with Barth?
It did look very pleasant.
But... it wasn't so simple.
I... I am glad you enjoyed the class, Mistress. It was very er... enjoyable to me as well. His face turned grim. What... what I'd like to do after graduation doesn't really matter, he managed after some thought. It's not my place to say- my Creator intends-
He cut off as suddenly the cleaning bot had had enough. That little nudge with Riley's foot had been the final straw it needed, metal strips of strapping that held it together suddenly bending and warping into an angry mouth, erupting with the thick frothing foam as it skidded through the muck, heading straight for the dragon.
Oh- Hell's Bells it's happened again! Christof mentally yelped, trying in vane to press the "kill switch" on the controller over and over, for what little good it would do. When a machine decided to go awry in Halloween, there was very little one could do about it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 8:49 pm
Riley's scrapes did not stop, but her mind whirled as she was suddenly reminded of Christof's creator. It seemed that, once more, Christof and Riley had more in common than she would care to admit. There was no freedom for their kind, despite how different their lives were.
How sad.
She heard the cleaning bot fizzle behind her, and her eyes fell to it - but immediately rose to stare at Christof the moment he'd said 'again'. Again? She repeated. What do you mean, again? Is this thing prone to - Jericho watch out!
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 8:54 pm
While he was listening to Riley speak, Jericho wasn't really looking over at the other two. He had grime to scrub after all. Though, he noticed something was sounding kind of odd right about now. It was then, that he also heard the Mindflayer's warning.
"Eh?"
He turned just in time to see the cleaning bot zooming straight towards him. Eyes widening, he started to jump to the side. However, the floor clung to him a little longer than usual, given how long he had been standing in the same spot.
As a result, his foot caught onto a part of the bot, tripping him.
The dragon fell onto the goo covered floor.
Face.
Down.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 9:31 pm
The cleaning bot swerved in the muck, spraying foam in it's wake as Christof gave a muffled yelp, slipping and sliding as he ran after it and tackled, only to be dragged forward as it veered for Riley.
It's... it's a Fear thing I think! I don't know! It makes... Scare-Stations bite if you don't load the disc right and... and when Barth and I made that Doom Buggy, we experimented to get it running and it tried to eat us and I thought it would be harmless-! He mentally yelped as he was dragged forward, I told you I hadn't had time to test or tame it!
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 9:57 pm
Riley winced when Jericho fell into the muck, covering her own face as if she somehow felt the revolting feeling herself. It made her miss the robot as it came for her, and managed to catch her while she wasn't looking. It chomped down greedily right on her ankle, biting away with a merry metallic grin.
CHRISTOF! She screamed, lifting her leg to try and shake the thing off. It's trying to EAT ME!
The metal strips were chomping right into her skin, which turned raw, then dark, and finally tore the skin to blossom into slivers of blood. Still she continued shaking, now adding her scraper to the attempt as she knocked it off of her leg with a sharp jab.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 10:03 pm
Jericho froze with horror as he was face down in the muck. Twitching, he slowly started to push himself up, feeling the goo sticking to him. This made him want to hurl.
"uuuuugggggh..." he groaned after gasping for air. He certainly didn't breath while he was on the ground. The dragon's eyes were also clenched shut as he didn't want to risk getting the slime into them. Who know what damage they could do to his sight!
Though, outside of disgust, he felt a spurt of panic as he heard Riley cry for help. Oh no!
Quickly, still with his eyes closed, he tried to get up, but he ended up slipping and falling right back down.
he whined.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 10:11 pm
Hell's Bells, it's tasted blood, Christof groaned, frustration replacing the panic on his face as the rampaging robot seemed to be distracted for just long enough for him to crawl around it. His monstrous left hand suddenly swung around to grab it's contorted metal bottom jaw. With a snarl and a grunt that sent Fear inspired thorny protrusions prickling through the arm of his mucky jacket, and promptly tore the jaw clear from the robot's front. No eating Mistress! Cleaning! With those stern thoughts, he smacked the thing with it's own jaw.
The Robot shuddered backward, away from Riley, with what could only be described as a stunned expression.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 10:56 pm
Riley hissed as the robot was pulled away, and let Christof handle the taking care of it while she inspected the cuts on her foot. Then she heard the whine, and sighed, looking over at Jericho and his new face mask.
Oh, lovely. She grumbled, ripping off half of her t-shirt and moving to wipe his face off. She ripped another strip of her shirt, and wrapped it around her ankle to soak up the thin lines of blood and keep her cuts clean.
Honestly, I didn't think that thing was going to actually be dangerous, Christof.. She didn't sound very proud, or very light-hearted, anymore.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 10:59 pm
Jericho was not happy in the slightest. He couldn't tell what was going on anymore. Before, he might have been able to maybe smell the hint of blood in the room. However, his sense of smell was currently a little dead. Groaning, he was about to go stagger off somewhere, but paused as he felt something wiping at his face.
Slowly, he opened his eyes to see Riley there. Apparently she had torn off a part of her shirt to help him out.
"..Thanks.." he murmured before looking down at her leg, "Are you alright?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 11:26 pm
I... I'm sorry, Mistress! I'm still new at... at inventing and... I'm sure with more practice this won't happen but Fear works in mysterious ways and... I am sorry I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt I'll fix it! I'll fix it right now you'll see! You'll like it again! His thought was desperate as he crouched in the muck, pulling a few greasy tools from his soiled vest pocket to try to tame the rumbling junk-heap of a beast. Just a few adjustments that's all it'll take...
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