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 Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 6:46 pm
No no, no experiment
I mean never mind.
He fidgeted, setting the notebook down to retrieve the empty water glass, ready to go refill it, eyes not meeting the Plague Doctor's mask as he limped away from the bed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 7:33 pm
... Ah. Well. That hadn't gone well. Malodore drooped slightly, a faint hiss escaping its beak as the movement sent another slow burn of pain through its muscles.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 7:42 pm
Christof returned shortly, but took his time lurching back towards the bed. After setting the fresh glass of water down for it again, he remained on his feet as though expecting the next question or order.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 5:31 pm
"Ah, grazie," Malodore said, awkwardly, then took a long drink of water. It drained the whole thing, in fact, then wrapped its claws around the glass to avoid Christof taking it back again. It was certain that as soon as the empty glass was on the table, the patchwork would be gone again to re-fill it once more.
....
Well. This was... awkward.
"Is, ah... I feel I've been talking only about myself," it said tentatively, after a moment. "Is there, ah, anything you would... like to talk about...?"
Splendid conversation skills. Yes.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 7:26 pm
What would he like to talk about? He had no idea. He fidgeted, shrugging at first before fumbling for his notebook again. He was never really a conversationalist either, obviously. Usually, Barth kept discussions simple, and Calder did most of the talking... but even then there was usually some sort of professionalism to his responses. How did one idle chit chat? Finally, he wrote:
Need to study sign language closer.
It was accompanied by an embarrassed smile.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 8:54 pm
Malodore laughed, not unkindly, oddly relieved. "As do I. Not right now, as the more... ah... extreme movements would not be possible, but. I would like to learn more, and be able to speak to you more efficiently? Riley is fortunate, with her telepathic ability."
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 9:23 pm
His expression fell, losing it's humor.
Mistress is not interested in me, though.
Not like that. Doesn't ask me questions
like you do.
Easiest to talk to her and yet
Hardest to talk to her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:18 am
Merde! Why was it so incredibly easy to toss Christof down melancholy conversational paths? Ugh. Still, Malodore was going to try. "Perhaps I am simply more curious. That's what got me into trouble, always - that's why I am here, with this metal in my back." It shifted awkardly, biting back an inadvertant hiss as a sharp twang of pain shot down its spine. "For science, I suppose, si?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 10:50 am
Christof's expression softened a hair as he glanced up at the plague doctor, gingerly sitting on the bed again as he scribbled out:
Seems contradictory
For creatures of science
to punish curiosity
He wasn't just talking about what happened in The Casa. His hand trembling a bit, he scratched at the stitches of his mouth.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:05 pm
"It does, doesn't it?" Malodore shook its head. "There are those who say 'you may go only this far, no further' - and it seems so terribly arbitrary. I am glad I broke free, truly. There should be no boundaries to learning, and discovery. To Science. Provided it is wielded in the fullness of one's mental well-being, naturally," it added.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 10:40 pm
The hunchback fell silent, staring at his notebook for a long time before nodding slowly. The Plague Doctor's words had sent his brain slowly churning, digesting, weighing and comprehending.
Finally he wrote:
Dangerous thinking.
Do you need anything more, Master?
He would need to burn this notebook when he got back to his dorm, for what good it would do.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 9:07 pm
Hm. It wasn't sure if that was good or bad... but tiredness was overcoming it once more. "I think I am well. Molto grazie, Christof... thank you." It gingerly settled back in the bed, laying on its stomach as before, though it kept its gaze on the patchwork.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:49 pm
Eager to keep the topic in safer territories, at least for now, the hunchback scribbled out:
Would you like book?
A puzzle?
Could play with dog
to entertain you?
Sorry I am a bad
conversationalist too
His face had gone red, eyes down on his boots as he held the notebook out for it to read.
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 12:00 am
Malodore chuckled. "Grazie, but I believe I am doing well for now. I should try to sleep a bit more, I think. But if you could make sure Luce has her dinner, per favore? Dolce, too, if you can find him." It had no idea where the pastry-cat was right now; he had hidden himself away somewhere the instant other creatures came into his space.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 11:21 pm
The hunchback nodded, looking relieved by the command and direction. He smiled with a nod, immediately hurrying over to where the pup's Fear Kibble was kept. After reading the label, he quickly hobbled past the bed-bound Plague Doctor with another silent but polite bow to dig about the side of it's room where it's equipment was placed, and rushed back to the bowl with a measuring beaker. He read the directions on the label one more time to be positive, and then spent a good long while- far too long, debating whether those last three kibbles went over the line of proper measurement or not.
The bizarre pastry cat would come next, but one task at a time and he would do this RIGHT he would do it perfect.
And it kept his mind off of everything else that was pulsating through it.
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