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 Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 6:23 pm
Complicated... enough for him to want to redecorate? Christof made a curious noise in his throat, taking the chance of shuffling forward while signing, "Seems-complicated. You-are-breaking-all-of-your-nice-Things. What-cause-tantrum?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 6:57 pm
It was not a good thing that Calder had been studying his sign-language book or else the word 'tantrum' would have been signed without his understanding.Unfortunately, he did take notice and he stopped in the process of trying to rip out the shelves to his bedside dress when the Igor called THIS a tantrum.
"Tantrum? YOU are saying I'M having a tantrum?" He laughed, this one a far cry from the usual giggles and snickers he often gave. It laughed that natural equine bounce to it, and instead was cold like ice water and smooth in tone.
Moving over, the kelpie narrowed his eyes. "That's funny coming from you, Christof! Someone who throws punches whenever he can't figure something out. Someone who I've seen go into more fits of rage than actually crack a damn smile. A boil who's punched me more times than I can count when I'm his own damn friend." He moved over and shoved the undead back. "You have some balls calling THIS a tantrum." He shoved him again. "You'll KNOW when I'm throwing a tantrum."
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 9:20 pm
Christof's nostrils flared, face going read at the first shove and snarling, his hands rising in a confused, "Trying-to-be-comforting. Do-not-want-to-fight-me." He did not shove back, though. This wasn't about him. It was about the kelpie and what ever had gotten into him. His hands did ball into fists but he tried his best to stay still and calm.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 9:37 pm
"What was that? I don't want to fight you? You really think I'm that weak?" It stung, deeply. Did Chrsitof not think he wasn't reliable? Maybe that field trip finally cemented that idea. He was just here to be taken care of. He couldn't be relied upon. It was almost enough to sober him, but he only felt angry at his friend for thinking that he was that weak. He shoved him again.
" Why? Don't think I'm strong enough? Don't think I can't take you on? That I can't hold my own?" That he had to be cared for, treated like a child, even though they were the same age. Just because the Igor was bigger than him didn't mean he was better.
He continued to shove the Igor back.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 10:20 pm
Unfortunately, the Igor's temper, while better than it had been when he first came to the school, was still what it was. He gave a snort, shoving the kelpie back before signing more pointedly, "trying-to-help!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 10:27 pm
"Help?! No one can help. If there was a way to help, I'd tell you already. There isn't anything anyone can do." It was just him and his STUPID decisions and his Jacked up situation and having to deal with a big mess and having everything taken away from him if he made another wrong decision. He could loose it all. He could loose his place at school, his friends, his boilfriend, just - everything!
There was pain in his eyes as he shoved the Igor back again, frustrated at everything. Himself. The world. EVERYTHING! He didn't know what to do anymore!!
This time when he shoved back, it was even harder.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 10:32 pm
Christof staggered backward, glowering at the kelpie. Ah. So. He wanted it to be like that, huh? Maybe a good fight was what he needed to blow off some steam. Always happy to help, Christof lurched forward, shoving the Kelpie back with all of his might.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 10:36 pm
Calder was waiting for it. He needed to vent, and if Christof was going to stay, then that was his choice. For once, Calder wasn't much in the mood for just talking things out. He was far beyond that point before the Igor even arrived, and with all his things broken, a fight was just another way for him to just do something and vent off his frustrations.
When shove nearly stopped him over a broken chair leg, but he caught himself and planted his hooves. Nostrils flaring, Calder tapped his hoof several times on the ground, kicking up some loose moss as he glared at his friend.
And then he raced at him, throwing himself at the Igor to try and take him down.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 11:00 pm
The hunchback flinched, but braced himself as the Kelpie charged. He was sturdy, despite his lumpy nature, but the other boil was a horse packed into a petite little body and hit like a sledge hammer. He gave a pained grunt, dragging his heals into the blow as he wrapped his arms around him to try to get him into a hold.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 11:09 pm
Calder had seen Christof fight. He knew the force of his punches, seen his brute strength in action. He also knew his weakness, and as such, knew that if this was going to be a fight, when it came to punching, he would fail. If he threw him or dragged him, he'd win, but the place was far too cluttered and they were confined to it. If this was a fight, Calder had to disable the arms that would be his undoing.
He knew how to attack the Igor only because he had seen him fall apart countless times. For this reason, he started carrying a thread and needle with him just in case. This was not in his mind at the moment.
He went for the stitching, gripping one arm and pulling on either side of the arm as he kept his footing. As he did, he tried to use his shoulder to shove the Igor further back, but there was little room between them and the wall now. "Always thinking I'm weak." He snarled through gritted teeth. He'd show him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 11:31 pm
The hunchback gave a grunt of alarm, trying to shake the boil off of him, but his struggle only helped the Kelpie's cause, the stitches in his arm tearing through the flesh until he was left staring dumbfounded at Calder holding his right arm.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 11:44 pm
Calder was panting hard, looking at the Igor and then looking at the arm in his hand, and then back at the Igor. He was just as surprised that it worked, as it had only been in theory, and he knew that with one arm, Christof was only half effective. "I thought...that would work." He breathed hard, keeping a hold of the arm.
"You may be all force and punches, but your stitches are weak." He stepped back, eying the Igor for his next move. If he tried to go for the arm, Calder would either have to throw it out the door and try for the other one or beat the patchwork off with his own limb. "Wanna know something else I've been wondering?" He was catching his breath. "What happens if your limb is broken before you can summon it back to your body?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 7:18 pm
How... how... how dare he. Sure, Christof might have fallen apart now and then due to exhaustion or poor circumstance, but deliberately ripping a Patchwork of any sort's Part from them? It was a deep routed insult, far beyond a slap to the face. It was personal. It was reminding them they are just the sum of their Parts, which could be taken at any time.
It was beyond insulting the Master. It was insulting the Patchwork *personally*.
Christof's nostrils flared, a deep growl escaping his throat before he lunged. One arm down, he still had two more to go, and the left one was *especially angry*.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 7:34 pm
Calder knew that throwing the arm might just wind up having Christof catch it and take what little advantage Calder had. Instead, he turned and threw it out his room through the open door. It would have to crawl through all the broken furniture and clutter to get back. That bought him time.
It did not buy him enough time to turn back and try and kick. There was little room between them and Igor threw his weight on him in a tackle that would make their Bruteball captains proud. The wind was knocked out of him as he hit the ground, but while the back of his head hurt, Calder wrapped his arms around another arm and then tried to pry that one off too. As he did, eh tried to kick out with his legs. The longer the Igor was one him, the heavier he felt him pressing against his lungs. "Get ouf, ya Numpty!" His accent was slipping in.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 9:13 pm
Christof gave a snarl, left arm flying as the small remaining right arm flailed. He could feel the kelpie struggling, but he was not going to move. When punches failed to get him to still, he thrust his head forward in a vicious head-butt that sent stars across his vision.
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