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 Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 11:38 pm
Riley was knocked straight off the cannon by the force of the fireworks blast, when Calder hit his target. All of the other cannon cats she had fired did not explode this way, so it was a surprise when it happened.
She quickly stood up, trying to look like she had not just slid off a cannon, and flicked a star at Calder.
Good work not giving up. She murmured with a wink.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 11:56 pm
Aislin frowned as she felt almost definitely brushed off. Or maybe it was just because Riley seemed wholly distracted with firing her cannon. She watched as the little stuffed cat launched out and sailed through the air only to ... BOOM! With a cry and clap of excitement she went to congratulate Calder on her success. " Oh! Nice shot!" It was such a nice shot that actually... She fished around in the little colored bag she'd taken to wearing around her wrist, pulling out four colored items and holding them out to the Kelpie. " Here. I've got a lot of these and that was an amazing shot!" She reached down, took Calder's hand in her's, flipped it over so the palm faced up and plopped four Floresce eggs into it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 1:14 am
Only about fifteen minutes had gone by, possibly even less before the hunchback limped back towards Riley's booth, his face alight with excitement and pride, if a bit dampened by the swelling eye and blood gushing from his nose, but the important thing was he had won some fish!Mistress! He cried out mentally to her, stumbling as the torn seam under his pant leg gave his leg some trouble, but he willed it back into place and carried forth, hands outstretched victoriously to show his Mistress his prize, I did it! I did it! It took some doing but I found some fish eggs! I did well, yes? Barth will be pleased?
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 1:33 am
Riley's plotting was further disturbed when Christof returned bearing some pretty gifts, and an ugly mug. She pushed his hands away and bent in to get a good look at him, breathing out quietly in surprise.
Christof, what happened to you? Did you fight someone for these prizes? You're a mess!
She bent down, and tore the edge off of her long dress, then used it to clean the blood off his face. You need ice for that eye.. oh, for Jack's sake. The poor thing looked so proud of his accomplishments, even in such disarray.
All for Barth. All for that no good sloth. Riley's hands clenched slightly in anger.
Here now. I want you to go get a bit of ice, for that eye. I'll hold on to these, for you. Her hand had already slid under his, and the eggs were between her fingers before she'd finished the sentence.
She looked like she would frown, if she could. Just.. be more careful. Please? I'd rather you stay in one piece, if you don't mind. She reached around his hump, uncharacteristically hugging him against her. But her hand finally felt the one thing she had failed to notice this entire time.
.. Ah, Christof. She pulled her head away slightly. What's that?
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 1:38 am
I... the... there was a booth and... people were taking eggs and I was spotted and they caught me but... but.... she was hugging him. He positively melted against her, eyes closing as he let her take the eggs and those arms around him and he never felt arms around him like this not like this Mistress gave the best hugs... she was pleased with him he had done a good job a good job-
Her hand swept over that sensitive area, and immediately the dreaded appendage began writhing. He stiffened, flinching back as his face filled with various colors, his mental voice tight and riddled with anxiety, Nothing! Nothing, nothing nothing nothing, I'm sorry, Mistress, I have been trying to avoid fights, really I have been good- He quickly grabbed at the torn areas of his coat, trying desperately to keep it firmly in place over his hunched shoulders.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 1:43 am
He was hiding something.
Riley's first instinct was cold rage. She wanted to show him what a true beating meant, for daring to-
The Illithid took a deep breathe, and let it soothe her into calming thought, before letting the rage take hold.
Christof. Why are you keeping something from me? Don't you know how that hurts me?
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 1:44 am
The Igor gave a whine, gripping the edges of his coat as he looked away, It... it's... it's embarrassing, Mistress...!
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 1:45 am
Riley's eyes thinned dangerously. Show me.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 1:51 am
His chest burned hotter than his general self-conscious discomfort, and his hands (trembling) moved up to his jacket before freezing. He glanced at the crowd gathered around the booth with a fresh whine before gingerly grabbing her hand and before she could ask anymore questions, he dragged her around the booth to the quiet, more private area behind it.
He was a lot stronger than a few weeks ago, by the feel of it, and by the time they were alone and he timidly stripped off his coat, it was clear why he had been unusually unsteady on his feet. The shirt underneath was patched to fit, as usual, but special holes had been made for... his newest additions. His eyes still locked on the ground, he unfolded his extra arm from where it had been tucked at his side and under his proper right arm and the wing... the wing shivered at the sudden release before folding up again as though a bat had been stuffed into his hunch and was trying to escape until it exhausted itself.
His eyes couldn't meet her face, and it was clear he was bracing himself for what was to come.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 1:55 am
It was unclear to Riley why Christof had hidden such new appendages from her for this long, but her expression was clearly hurt by it. She reached up and took the hand of the smaller, third arm, examining it while it rested in her palm.
Sometimes I truly have to wonder what you think of me, to have hidden these changes for so long. She whispered quietly, before letting the hand go.
I assume you, ah.. saw your Master, then? I had wondered where you ran off to. Perhaps it was the admission of that visit that Christof had been worried to tell her, but she still looked perplexed about it.
..Are you happy with it?
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 2:00 am
It is awkward. I thought... The hand shifted in her grip, small clawed fingers twitching in his anxiety, you wouldn't like it. Mr. Jericho is so sleek and handsome while still properly Frightening... And Master Malodore as well- Very proportionate, Good Parts, both of them. I am sure Master has... has an ultimate intention. I wanted to tell you but... but I had to go, my Birthday was coming and with Prom and everything you were so busy...
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 2:03 am
There was no real understanding in her eyes, and the hurt still remained, but she pulled away, nodding. I am sure he does have an ultimate intention. Don't.. don't hide things from me anymore, Christof. Her already furrowed eyebrows deepened. Go get that ice. There should be some in one of the refreshment stands nearby.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 2:07 am
Yes, Mistress, right away, Mistress, His stomach was tight as he bowed stiffly, gingerly picking up the jacket and after juggling it between his three limbs managed to pull it back on. He wobbled for a moment, face contorted miserably as he searched her face for any sign of emotion, I am sorry I was afraid, Mistress... and dodged meekly behind the booth in search of ice.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 2:08 am
She did not answer him, nor did her expression change in the slightest until he was out of sight. As if a light had turned on, the worry and hurt washed away in place of cold apathy. In her hands she balanced the two eggs he'd given her, and she moved swiftly, grabbing several things from her booth before returning to the back to do.. something.
Something special.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 2:12 am
The hunchback returned, walking slowly and quietly as he held the ice up to his eye in their cup. How angry was she? He didn't mean to keep things from her, but some things were meant to be kept secret. His lips were stitched for a reason, but more and more, lately, he was second guessing himself every step. If it had been something he had grown into, that would have been different, but these new changes... it had barely been a week. He still found himself at odds with himself. He supposed she wouldn't understand, she wasn't a Patchwork. He wished he could explain better but... it was difficult.
Creeping up behind her, he cleared his throat politely.
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