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 Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 10:45 pm
Amrita had noticed he wasn't looking at her face, but she didn't have time to question it or his signing; instead she startled, letting out a small yelp as her phone came to life, vibrating against her. The ghoul's cheek darkened in embarrassment, reaching in to free the phone and read the text; ah, whoops, sorry Lizzy! At least Christof was in SEEDs, that made it much easier. She sent a quick text back and once more tucked it into her bra, returning to staring up at him intently.
"Ah, um...wh-what I was saying earlier...if I tell you, it has to stay between us, okay? You're not allowed to say a word about it to anyone without Lizzy's permission!" She could at least make him promise that much, to make her feel better and to assure Lizzy.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 12:11 pm
Christof nodded, brows knit slowly as he watched her carefully. What was she getting at that was such a secret?
He shifted, moving to gently take her backward hand sportively.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 11:59 pm
Amrita stared at him and then down at their hands suspiciously. That...wasn't really a promise, was it? Part of her wanted to not say a word until he said - signed - something, but the somewhat louder part of her argued that this was Christof making her a promise.
"Um, well, see, I have a..." The Vetala strained onto her backward toes, looking around to make sure they were alone. Even though they were, she leaned closer regardless, squeezing his hand and pressing the other near her lips as if she were a scareling telling a secret. "I have that Hunter's stone tablet!" And his coat. And another Hunter's scarf; slowly, she'd have a complete hunter wardrobe to do...nothing with. "It's what his weapon turned into when Shun...yanno." Killed him dead-dead.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 11:00 am
Christof's brows narrowed. He knew about the tablet. He knew someone had it. "Has-not-degraded? We-had-pendant-from-haunted-house. It-disintegrated-after-time. Took-notes. Still-hunter-things-go-bad. It-still-in-one-piece-after-all-this? have-had-time-to-study-it?" He leaned in, clearly anxious to see the thing, especially if it hadn't yet started to fall apart.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 12:12 pm
Amrita only nodded to nearly all of his questions. "Still in one piece, uhm, Riley tried to reach out to it, which is what brought all this on~" Her comments on shattering, anyway. "I haven't studied it myself, I'm just...keeping it. I know it's not a good idea to touch it, though." She held out her left hand, palm up; there was the beginning stages of decomp marbling in her skin, in a pattern that looked like she had been holding something. The thing had sapped her fear so rapidly it kickstarted decomposition, which wouldn't have occured in her body to begin with, so long as she was in it. Once she had let it go the decomp halted again, leaving her skin mottled.
"I'm not doing anything with it, or bringing it out unless Lizzy says so." She informed him seriously.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 1:45 pm
"Would-like-to-study-it, before-it-decomposes," He signed with his free hands, but was distracted by the marks of decay on her palms. Frowning, he turned it over, studying it carefully with two gentle hands while the third reached for the pocket knife on his workbench.
He narrowed his eyes at the marks. Malodore would want to take a look. Barth might be interested in the rate of decay. Before she protested, the knife flashed up to cut the seams holding the twisted limb in place.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 8:43 pm
"Before what dec---AA whatareyoudoing?!" Amrita's curiousity rose into a near shrill cry when she realized what had happened. Her arm had jerked away too slow, her hand separating and staying put in his grasp. What did he - why did he...?! "There's nothing there to study! It sucked my FEAR away, that's all!" She whined, holding onto her freshly made stump; it elicited terrible memories of the last time she only had one hand, ones she was trying very hard to forget.
"It's been like that since that day, Christof; nothing's changed! Can I have my hand back, please?" There was a sense of urgency to her voice; she really, really didn't want to be one-handed again.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 8:46 pm
He ignored her cries at first, wrapping it in a handkerchief before tucking it into his coat pocket, "Never-know," He managed, eyes narrowed as he signed with his free hands. That done, he slipped from his seat on the headstone before carefully reading the other markers.
Pay attention to dates of life and death, that would tell him ages, and the more attractive the name, usually the nicer the replacement parts...
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 8:58 pm
That answer just wasn't going to work for her.
"No, please, Chris---please!" Amrita whimpered unhappily, quick to trail after him as he moved along the markers. Panic was starting to rise, making her feel oddly constricted; there hadn't been enough time for her to get over it yet, this wasn't helping! Sure it was the wrong hand that was missing, but when you spent a hard, physically and emotionally stressful, broken two weeks without one, well...Amrita didn't want to think about it anymore. This was making her think about it. "You can have it when we get back! Please return it!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 9:01 pm
Ah, he stopped at a promising looking grave, lowering his shovel from his hunched back to slam it into the soil, quickly and expertly working to dig deep and wide.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 9:14 pm
Aaaand silence. Of course. Could she expect anything more out of him?
"Why aren't you listening to me?!" Though still quite on the verge of an outright panic attack, she was now also getting frustrated. What was so important that he'd take her hand and then go gravedigging, despite her obvious distress?! It had gotten so bad that Amrita was actually breathing, using it to spend the anxious energy she felt was bubbling through her entire being.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 9:18 pm
The shovel hit wood, and there was a scraping as Christof's hair bobbed a bit over the edge of the hole, and a scraping as he cleared an area around th unearthed coffin. It was like truffle hunting. And Christof was an excellent Truffle-pig. He pried the thing open with a practiced motion before tossing it heavily outside the side of the hole, opening his jacket to find the dull saw he kept hanging from the inside lining.
There, pale skinned as death lay the corpse of a young woman, danty and beautiful in Parts, save for where the rot had taken hold. No matter, the hands were lovely and whole. He measured carefully before starting to saw.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 9:27 pm
It took her a while to figure out what he was doing and why he was doing it, but it didn't make her feel any better. Instead of whining any more to him she slumped down on the ground with her knees raises in front of her, her elbows on her knees and her face buried into the crooks of her elbows.
The pit of dread that had grown in her stomach was getting to be too much for her to handle. She settled for telling herself over and over that nothing was going to happen again, nothing was going to come out and ruin her life, kill her friends, put everyone through hell and back. It was just Christof being Christof, and she was going to get a hand again soon.
She just kept telling herself that over and over, waiting impatiently for him to complete her arm again.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 9:33 pm
It wasn't long before there was the sound of something sitting beside her heavily, his legs danging over the edge and into the grave as he gently eased her stump-arm down, holding the hand out to see how it would fit. With his free hands, he gestured in slow, gentle movements, "Your-body-is-patchwork. It-is-not-becoming-to-show-rot-on-a-patchwork. Shows-bad-craftsmanship. Prettier-than-that." That 'said', he pulled his sewing kit out of his pocket and pulled out the pre-threaded needle.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 9:55 pm
The noise startled her, her entire body tensing until she realized who it was. Her arm did slowly lower, but the rest of her didn't move so easily; when the ruffling of his clothing finally got her to turn her head to look at him, she missed the first line of his signing but could understand what he was saying without it.
"Nobody laughed at me for it." Or when I didn't have a whole hand for half a month...or when my throat was so broken I could barely talk. That part was left unsaid, but the rest she grumbled unhappily. Slowly she started to relax, and as a few moments of silence ticked by she decided to distract herself, grasping at straws. "You...think I'm pretty?" She never really cared about it before, but anything to push off the still-present panic.
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