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As the cloth made a heavy 'clink', Lament's ears turned forward and his tail raised curiously. It's purple and gold tip flicked with a curious twitch.

'How curious' indeed.

The small misshapen Epoh slowly turned it's head to look at the crimson black lined cloth. The other two more spunky puppets remained still and still 'focused' on Chronos.

"Strange, he must not like you." Lament commented freely as he made a glance up to Chronos. Grimmore and loveless' heads quickly turned sharply to look at Lament, as if they where 'shocked' to hear such words.

" But he is a Master..." Grimmore's voice hushed in a gasp.

"And that's not nice." Loveless added.

"But it's clearly the truth, and such a thing doesn't care about feelings. Much like contests..." Lament added simply, there was a slight drastic flick of his tail.

"Mr. BrightSide doesn't usually act such a way." The b'alam's attention focused back to Chronos, not excusing his dear friend's actions. His attention turned back to the cloth, and object that had tumble from it and partly reviled it's self.

The cloth and object was swiftly picked up by lament's thoughts, the red and black fabric looked to be torn from a larger piece of linen. Which was dropped on the stage floor, Lament didn't recognize it, but perhaps the magus would. The golden object, was a strange one....it was something that Lament had never seen before. Turning it about with his thoughts, his yellow eyes carefully looked it over. It was circular, golden, and had some strange marks intentionally carved on it ( if he could read, Lament would perhaps be able to understand the marks and numbers )-with what looked like a cylinder attached to it. Pulling it closer to his maw and face, Lament tried to peer in the top hole of the cylinder; and to his surprise-he could see through it. Well, kinda. everything was close up and blurry

Lament's face scrunched, and just as he did he let the item drop with a heavy clink.

"Junk." Loveless quickly pipped up.

Lament's brow raised and his ears turned to as a uninterested look fell on Tah Chronos. It was nice to see how kind the the Stage Master requested the peice of junk that was dropped and had been brought by Mr BrightSide. Admittedly it was a bit surprising to Lament since Tah Chronos like Magus Lord Master Gaberial had such a shared fondness for ripping and destroying dreams.

A smooth and regal smile slipped upon the puppet worker's maw.

"Just as Loveless said, it is -junk- and I have no interest in it." Lament added calmly. "Because Master Tah Chronos, -junk- has no use and is not fitting to be apart of sweet Grimmores tail." He said simply as if it was obvious and a great master like Chronos should already know.

Which, that being said...it was kinda strange he wanted it. Such a thought only granted the junk one more uninterested glance.

Gathering the rest of the items, the bits of bones, twine and cloth Lament turned his thoughts to his tail-less puppet Grimmore.

"Is my Tail going to be made of that?" The Darker curd puppet turned it's head at Lament with a 'gasp of disgust'. "Why?! That is bits of dead thing."

"Dont be such a cub, Grimmy.." Loveless' harsher voice came from Lament and his unmoved maw. The white puppet seemed to shift with excitement to the idea of his sister being tormented with the idea of her getting a boney tail. His own wooden one rattled with glee.

The weird and strange puppet remained focused on Chronos, as it peek from behind Lament's golden wing.

The pieces of bone and small items that the albino bold had brought back, where twisted in turned in the air at Lament looked them over. His ears turned forward as he wordlessly mused over his thoughts on how, and what he could do with them to make a replacement for Grimmore's tail. A small breath released from the Tahtll, as his purple and gold tail twisted behind him with a hint of whimsy. He easily concluded a few ways he could modify the item to work for a tail for the black puppet Grimmore.

That was till Chrono's words to his dark puppet caught his attention and twisted his ears back. There was several words in that sentence that had peeked his interest, such as: 'junk', Dream', 'tail', 'splendid' but more importantly....'work shop'.

Hmm. Golden eyes squinted faintly.....A work shop? So what? Lament had a workshop too, did the Magus think he did not?! Lament had to still his body from visibly shaking with emotion. His claws peaked out and started to grip at the floor boards of the stage.

"He wants to help. He is a b'alam of his word..." The smaller voice softly crept out of Lament's cracked maw and the Dark miss-shapened puppet peaked once more out from it's hiding place. Lament's ears turned and docked back once more, his whiskers flared forward in another huff. Epoh was right, regardless how annoying it was. Why? It was simple. Because it was a positive and nice thing that combated his negative thoughts of the b'alam. He wanted more reasons to despise the Tahtll, he had reason to in his own twisted mind. It was easier that way.

Lament's tail shifted and flicked behind him, his wings shifted a little on his back as he turned his body to get a better look at Chronos. The dark bone puppet became hidden once more.

"Oh that would be just, Lovely!" Grimmore's voice passed lament's maw as he turned to show Chronos a pleasant smile. "I like splendid things!" The darker puppet commented as it's ears shifted and perked forward. There was a soft rattle that left the end of the puppet. it sounded like wood rubbing against wood, and perhaps worked a tail that was once there.

"Father has a work shop too, you know." The white puppet turned his head to look back at the Magus Chronos.


"Shuush, he knows such things Loveless." Lament's rich voice contented 'Loveless' edgy words. "That would be just delightful, Tah Chronos." The B'alam's head dip slowly in a respectful nod.

Lament's ears twitched ever so slightly as Tah Chronos suggested going to his own work shop. Long tail shifted a little behind him in a agitated flick, as a mixture of emotions swept over his body. Inwardly he cursed the white puppet. Not that it was the little wooden creature's fault, he was only looking after father's own best interesting and prof of competence. Lament did after all make the wonderful misshapen Cubs that took harbor around him. So, Lament couldn't rightfully be mad at Loveless. However he did know that is he let Chronos see his work shop, it would not be 'enough' for the judge, and it would be best not seen.

Loveless lifeless eyes remained fixed on Chronos, and perhaps it was a trick of light, but the unmoved paw carved brow seemed to almost furrowed forward.

Grimmore's head curiously turned between the two b'alam that had the actual woven gift of life and a beating heart.

"The offer is -too- kind, tah" laments words begged pardon for loveless's words. "We are more then excited to see the workshop of a master, such as you" the b'alam was kind to mention.

There was a slight clamor in the rafters as Mr. Birghtside shifted as it looked like his friend and his puppets were about to leave. The white creature's head and pink ears tilted curiously, as crimson eyes remained focused on the two....or rather, four under neight him. Crimson eyes darted about the Magus' body, curious to see what he had done with the object he had 'found' on that rickety unfinished creation on the top of the mountain. Chronos' scent had been all about it, Mr. Brightside's body language seemed to suggest that he was almost afraid to have been found out where he gotten the items.....and that they shouldn't have been taken.

Lament's colorful wing shifted and folded carefully behind him as Chronos gestured for him to follow. Being on the stage, the dark b'alam had a little bit of time to gather his wooden cubs as Chronos moved closer. One by one, like a parent making sure that each cub was carefully put to bed, Lament started to gather up his carved creations.

"You are going to 'wake' us at the work shop right?" Grimmore's voice came from Lament's cracked maw, as the dark puppet was carefully gathered up and placed on his back, where it was carefully held by his thoughts.

"Yeah!" Loveless' more gravely voice broke free from the smoothness of Grimmore's voice "I want to see it too!" The white puppet 'spoke' as it too was picked up and put to rest.

"Yes, of course." Lament's richer voice reassure the other silented voices with a sigh. Taking care of cubs was such a bother sometimes...

As Chronos approached the stage, Lament turned himself and nodded to the Magus, letting him know that he was ready to follow.

A little sigh left the puppeteer, as his slender tail flicked a little as he raised fully to his woven height.

Lament Nodded to Chrono's direction, as his back turned to him, the crazed puppeteer rolled his eyes. A soundless breath left his maw, as he followed the Magus' steps. Purple and golden tail shifted behind him as he made sure that his cubs on his back where carefully held, and in place so they would not fall. His large leathery wings carefully held on to them as he proceeded forward.

The Dark b'alam's eyes uninterested looked upon on the props of the theater as they where passed. Carefully it was noted that they had been unused as of late. Hmpth. Typical. Yellowish green eyes looked back on the back and large Wings of the Magus as he lead the way to a dark and dimly lit hallway. Perfect for the dark tribe eyes, and just lit enough for those that dwelled in the caves without special sight.

Lament's thoughts where pulled away from the vacancy of the theater, when he was asked about La Muerte.

"No." The Dark Triber answered. " I have not yet have the 'pleasure' of meeting her." The b'alam spoke, turning his ear back he made a note about how strange the question was. Why would that Nahtlil be brought up, especially so suddenly and without context?

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