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 Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:01 pm
A... herd... thing... brothers with... kissing? Maybe. His head ached. A tight, noncommittal noise escaped his throat.
He found the generator piece, and stared intently at it with a slightly dumbfounded expression.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:20 pm
"But you're err, you're alright with it, aren't you?" Barth asked in a very concerned voice.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:22 pm
He shifted, looking a bit... unsure of what to think.
Probably the only reason he did not suspect anything up until now: He didn't want to know.
"Hrmmm..." He murmured carefully.
Swallowing, he shifted to offer out the piece of equipment to the Sloth, his eyes locked on the ground still.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:38 pm
"Err, yes, we can...talk about it later, I suppose," Barth said, accepting the piece and clearing his throat.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:41 pm
Christof fidgeted in his bag for his tool kit, still staring at it between his hands before finally sitting heavily beside the sloth. After a moment, he gingerly tugged his sleeve. He set the toolkit down and signed very carefully, very slowly, "You-and-Calder..." He paused again, gathering his thoughts and his words, "Best-friends. So-long-as.... Happy. So-long-as... still-friends. Worry. Relationships-complicated. Make-things-complicated."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:22 pm
"Well, yes, there is....that chance," Barth said, "of complications. It doesn't change-" Barth flushed. "I mean, between us. It's just, err, I mean it's not something I planned on, but- I like him. Is all. ...Could you get some of the papers out too, please?"
He had not really made any broader future plans at this juncture, or admittedly thought, but what if it mucks everything up and we aren't friends any more, because he had been too busy with...a lot of less-than-logical but no-less-pressing thought processes. These included things like how soft Calder's hair was, and how he liked the feeling of Calder's arms around his neck and clutching the back of his shirt, and what Calder looked like absolutely covered in slime, and how utterly crushed he had been when Calder's attentions had wandered elsewhere.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:31 pm
Christof gave a small grunt that didn't necissarily mean he understood. He concentrated on fetching the papers.
More distractions. That's what it meant. Calder hanging around more while they were trying to get things done. THem... wasting time with... with... frivolities. WIth their own thing while Projects stayed on back burners while Sloths did what Sloths did.
And him the third wheel.
More favorites.
Less room for Igors except in the background.
So long as the people he cared about where happy.
Eyes still averted, he offered the papers out obediently.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:52 pm
"Thank you," Barth said. A small amount of thorns had begun to idly climb from the wall beside him, now that he was sitting and resting again. "I did some sketches from what I remember of the machinery. The generator, here, what I could see of the control panel, the weaponization machine. Calder..." his voice tightened, "...saw the inside of it but I don't think he'll be much help description-wise. However, you remember that laboratory? Underneath the cornfield? The make was very similar to that chamber. Smaller, obviously- but if that's the case we've probably both seen it. It's a shame that...wizard thing showed up before we had a chance to look at the guts."
He looked back at Christof's bag.
"I admit to being very nervous about examining the pendant. I'm not sure how to approach it safely. I don't think that will help us with coming to understand a de-weaponization process, but....well, it's certainly interesting in its own way."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:55 pm
Despite the thorns, Christof gingerly scooted closer beside Barth until their shoulders touched, looming over to glance at the sketches with a somber expression. "Could-smash-pendant-open. Tried-to-take-pen-knife-to-seams. No-luck."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 11:10 pm
"If it's a combination of magic and technology, outright smashing would have who-knows-what results. If and when we deal with it we'll need...I don't know. To work within a protected circle. Take precautions. We don't know what it can do. It might even double as a tracking device, or a microphone. I would very much like to dissect it. I'm not as skilled in magic as all that, though, we'd need...well, possibly a cooperative reaper. For now, the weaponization concerns me most."
Barth looked over at him.
"If it had been me, if I'd gone into that chamber, and been turned into a weapon, I wouldn't be dead. Bound, maybe. Changed. Not dead. They were very clear on that point. So if that had happened - or if it happens in the future, it's not the end for me. There has to be a reversal process. And you would have to find it, however long it took."
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 10:36 am
As Barth's words sank in, the Igor sat very stiff and still. What he was insinuating... A tight whine escaped his throat, rocking a bit with pent up anxiety before he signed rather quickly, "Won't-capture-you. Never-let-it. Not-again. Will-protect-you."
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:45 am
Barth shook his head. "It doesn't matter where we are. If we never left Halloween again. Listen. You remember that sloth demoness from the festival? Diane. I met her again, as a Hunter, and the only thing that was the same was the voice. I know humans can't stay here, but somehow, through magic or science or some combination, I don't know, they were here. And they looked like us. It could be anyone. And you saw that article they put up, probably. We're on our own here. They think the Hunters are...some kind of myth, brainwashing from the staff. So as far as a De-Weaponization Team goes...it's you...and me."
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 12:35 pm
Christof's eyes were darting back and forth as he thought, brain churning, dissecting and computing the situation. What Barth was proposing. It made his stomach churn. "Can-possibly-try-to-recall-chamber-from-island. Spent-some-time-studying. Might-have-some-drawings-from-right-after. But-not-all-boogeymen-may-be-in-denial. Surely-someone-has-it-considered. Wish-I-could-have-taken-more. Photographs-even."
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 12:54 pm
"Just keep a skellphone on you, next time." Barth's would have come in handy, they didn't even need the reception for the human world, just the camera. "Alright. Piece of paper and a pencil, I want you to write down a few things regarding the weapons..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 2:59 pm
Christof grunted, still looking anxious even as he scrambled for a notebook and pen, poised and ready.
As he settled back, he frowned at their few feeble clues. How were they supposed to figure this out knowing *nothing*? And how much had Barth and Calder been subjected to while they had been captured? And if Barth ever were to be captured... how in Halloween was he supposed to figure this out all on his own?
Hunters in disguise? Humans in Halloween? His stomach twisted, eyes intently locked on the blank page as he tried to keep the tremble out of his hands.
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