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 Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 8:55 pm
He gave a frustrated grunt, backing up a step to glower down at her. "Not-funny!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 9:05 pm
Amrita's eyes instantly narrowed, able to finally embrace an emotion and situation she could handle and understand. Having a gap in her memory was difficult to explain or understand, never mind confusing, but getting out of a situation like this was easy enough for her to do; all she had to do was tell the truth, as she had been.
"You mustn't really trust whoever it is you think I am, if you honestly believe I would joke about that." A few graceful movements had her on her feet, the sound of chains muffled by her thick jacket. The sound appeared again as she straightened it, rolling her shoulders and brushing her braided hair over her shoulder. "And, if that is the case, I think we're done here. I don't have time to waste on someone like that."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 9:18 am
His hand shot out to clamp onto her wrist, his expression twisted into something darker, something angrier. He trusted her more than he could ever describe. It was just difficult to wrap his brain around strange things like this sometimes. His brows were furrowed as he raised a hand to her head, examining it to see if there were any important brain Parts missing.
No, no unusual wounds or missing bits. The jingling from the chain caught his attention again, and before she could protest, a claw was slipped into her jacket, ripping it open a few inches.
"What-is-that." He finally signed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 9:42 am
She knew a threat when she saw one, and the moment his hand clamped her wrist she growled at him, her lip curling to bare the rest of her teeth. She fought every urge to lash out at him, to strike him and make him keep his distance, and it was that annoying familiarity that likely saved him from being torn apart at the stitches. He was examining her head when she managed to calm down, her lips closing to settle into a thin, unimpressed line. She forced herself to relax limb by limb, letting him do what he had to in order to understand. Perhaps they could both understand, if she could keep herself from lashing out.
She had hundreds of memories where she could keep her calm, even in the face of Revenge himself in full swing, and yet this Igor was managing to push every button that set her on edge. Why was that? Nothing came to mind, and that only served to frustrate her even more.
Her eyes darted down as she saw his claw move, only having enough time to utter a warning of a noise before the damage to her clothing was done. Fantastic. Great. Now he was ruining her clothing. Rage boiled within her, and she fought to keep it down. She would get him back for all of this. He would pay. At his signing she looked down at her chest, glancing at the now obvious lock for only a moment.
"You're a smart boil, you know very well what that is." Her gaze locked on his, eye narrowed. Ask stupid questions, get a smart a** answer.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 4:01 pm
His eyes searched her face once more, silently calculating. He studied the chain and lock longer than he had at the undead meeting. He had come out lucky with the recent event that had swept through Amity and who knew where else- he hadn't talked about it with anyone. He had dismissed it as the same madness that tended to plague them. Just normality. But this...
"You-don't-remember-me." The movements were sharp and quick, not a question, just a clarification. There was a twinge in his features, fighting the pain to deal with the facts.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 5:14 pm
"You're not wrong." Yet he wasn't entirely right, either. She stared at him with the same seething expression as she had moments before. "I know your name, and what you are, and that you shared my secret without my permission, in order to help me." What that secret and the result was, she had no recollection. She just knew that the situation happened.
"Nevertheless, You have three seconds to release me." The threat ended there, knowing very well he could put the or else part there without her having to actually say it.
"One."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 5:20 pm
He did let go, at least, reeling backward to rake his hands through his hair with a tight noise in his throat and a shuddering breath.
She didn't remember him.
Just like Riley. Just like Jericho. And now Amrita.
But no. No. Locks could be picked. He could solve this. Gather up the shattered pieces and stitch them back together and find a solution.
He dug his hands into his pockets, searching for whatever tools or bits of wire he might have handy.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:03 pm
He let her go, and there was a look of smug satisfaction on her face when he did, though she did pause to rub the cold, dead flesh he had once been holding. For a moment she pondered leaving, but then he seemed to be searching himself for something. Curiousity kept her where she was.
"What are you doing?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:05 pm
These were his Good Clothes, so pickings were slim, but he had a habit of bringing small things with no matter what just in case. He pulled a small bit of wire out of his pocket, hobbling back toward her to snatch up her padlock to try to dive the wire into the key hole.
He knew it wouldn't work, but he had to try.
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Enoh Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:06 pm
He grabbed the padlock, but what he might not have realized was that it was quite firmly embedded into her chest. In the end it was the edges he caught and pulled in the same moment he drove the wire through the keyhole; both movements tore a scream of pain and rage from the ghoul. The noise echoed in the air, and her first and immediate response was to press her fingers into a crude point and drive it into his chest with as much force as she could manage in such a close distance.
His flesh was a lot harder than Hel's had been, but at the moment she didn't care. Right now it was a simple matter of an eye for an eye, so to speak.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 7:34 pm
The moment the scream cut through the air, the hunchback dropped the wire and lock immediately, hands held up in the air to show his intentions to not continue- this unfortunately left him open for the sudden defensive blow, reeling backward as her fingers tore his nice vest, leaving his shirt bloodied where she had torn through his flesh's stitches.
His hand went up to the torn area, expression half shocked, half apologetic.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:11 pm
Amrita wretched her hand back, not bothering to even wipe off the traces of his blood. In a swift movement she backed away from him, holding her lock with her clean hand. While she might not have remembered why she had it, it was a part of her now, which meant it had to be protected.
"Are we done here?" She said, her voice threateningly low though it trembled with lingering pain.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:15 pm
He nodded slowly. They weren't done, no, but pressing things too quickly was not going to help matters. His own hands were trembling as he signed, "Will-fix-this. Will-help-you-remember."
He had to. He had saved her once, after all... This couldn't be the end.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:24 pm
"My hero." If it weren't for the look on her face, one could have mistaken her tone of voice for relieved. She swept by him too easily, holding onto her lock and keeping an obvious distance between them.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:43 pm
He watched her go, his good suit torn and bloodied, his stomach twisting.
He could fix this. He had to.
He felt faint as he made his way slowly back down the path, but this time made his way away from the Undead dorms and toward the Monster.
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