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 Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 9:25 pm
The head butt nearly made him bite his tongue, adn felt as if his forehead had been crushed in. The sound of skull hitting skull was loud - at least in his head. Lights dances about his vision like flickering Jack-o-Lanterns before he blindly gripped the arm and BIT DOWN HARD! It was becoming a loosing battle. The pair of them locked close together and trying to hit with little room between them. Calder was trying to get free to take the advantage or at least to rip another limb off, but the weight on him was making it hard to move.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 11:09 pm
Christof gave a muffled yelp as he was bit, stitches tearing until he had no choice but to roll over, flesh ripping as he did. Dammit Calder! He snorted, the previously severed arm suddenly whizzing through the air back towards his shoulder, only to give the kelpie a sharp smack as it went.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 11:33 pm
The punches stung, the slap was just insulting if not surprising, and the taste of undead meat and preservatives was just a bad decision on his part. Add the crushing weight of a Igor on your chest and Calder was fast loosing the steam that had put him into such a destructive state in the first place. When at least the Igor rolled off, Calder coughed and caught his breath, scooting back a moment before sitting up and wiping the taste of Igor meat from his mouth. His right eye stung and seemed a bit hard to see from, and he could taste blood in his mouth that was clearly more his own than that of the undead he just bite.
Panting hard to catch his breath, he looked back at his friend. .One arm dangled on one side, another was just now being fused, and the third one looked ready to pummel him still. His eyes then went to look around his room. Everything was on the floor on in the pond. There was a crack in his tub that was now leaking water underneath and it seemed all the leeches had ran out to take cover.
He didn't know what to say, and instead just continued catching his breath. Sorry just.......didn't see to cut it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 11:17 pm
Christof flopped backward, panting heavily when it seemed the Kelpie had lost his steam. His arm didn't bother reattaching itself, his Fear too weak since that faithful feildtrip. How... how dare he! Just... just ripping his Parts off like that! He didn't care HOW upset the Kelpie was, as far as Christof was concerned, he had nothing to do with it.
Unless.... he did. Maybe this had to do with Master Barth... and what he had explained to him in the tomb.
His panting stopped short, brows knitting apprehensively as he braced himself for another attack.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 8:24 am
He looked around, wondering if it was even possible to find the basket where he kept the spools and needles he had kept, but no doubt they were scattered somewhere in the debris that littered his room, covering most of the floor. Exhausted, he felt that he probably would be spending a lot more energy fixing the place up or just cutting a path to the door.
When his breathing was settling, he licked his lips, tasting blood from a cut. Probably from one of the punches. "You should.........have just left." It wasn't entirely Christof's fault, but Calder felt somewhat justified in that he had entered his path of anger. He would have said 'You could have gotten hurt' but they were past that point.
Calder looked back at the hanging arm and frowned. "Do you...need to go to the Nurse?" He hoped not. He was going to be in a lot of trouble and he didn't want to get scolded.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 4:27 pm
Christof grunted, giving Calder a dirty look as he finally eased himself up into a sitting position, torn arm dangling and the dismembered limb tapping an irritable finger on his knee. He would be fine, thankfully. But that didn't mean he wasn't still angry at the insult.
"Trying-to-be-consoling-friend. Apparently-not-good-at-it." He signed pointedly with his remaining limb as best he could.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 4:41 pm
It was hard to see someone sign with one hand, but Chrsitof managed and Calder followed along. It was remarkable that despite Christof not having ears or a tail to tell his mood, that the way his body fell at times just gave a tone to his signing. Calder felt himself troubled that Christof had came to help and he nearly bite his head off.
He regarded the chunk he managed to tear. "No. No. It's - It's not that. I was just worked up and you caught me at a bad time. Sometimes I just need to...let it all out. I'm usually not trapped in a room and probably should have gone outside to break some trees or something. I just all managed to hit me when I finally got back to my room. I didn't expect anyone to show up. I probably should have just told you to come back later. I'm - I'm sorry about that. I know it's not the best considering I just bite you..and ...all that." He gestured at the boil and all his injured limbs.
Sighing, he brought his hands up to dig into his hair. He could feel a bump staring on his brow from where Christof headbutted him. "I just got really upset and frustrated and have a lot on my mind right now. I don't think you could have just hushed that away." He looked back up at the Igor.
"You hate me, don't you?" He didn't want to loose a friend.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:14 pm
Christof sighed, gathering himself up with an irritated noise before grunting, "Hmmm." Which generally meant 'no.' He poked his arm back onto his shoulder, flexing the fingers as it just barely stayed attached. He'd stitch up the other one later. Hell's Bells, the boil was complicated. "What-happened?" seemed like the important thing to sign. At least it seemed like whatever had the kelpie worked up *hadn't* been his fault.
Hopefully.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:28 pm
The hmm didn't make him feel good. Was that a 'yes' or a 'no'? While he might have said 'no', current fighting made him unsure, and he had a gut-twisting feeling that Christof would never want to to talk to him again after this fight. They hadn't really talked much after the field trip, and Calder still felt responsible for getting in trouble and holding the Igor back. He owed Chrsitof a lot, and he wanted him to stay as his friend.
He needed that.
Which made him feel he SHOULD say at least something. Usually he wouldn't tell Christof a word, and hadn't said anything about his personal life and problem back home to anyone. Christof knew nothing, and while it was easy for him to keep himself from telling the Igor anything, it also hurt to know that they both really didn't share anything. Calder knew very little about Chrsitof at times aside from the here and now, and not about other things in his life. It seemed an accident that he found out about Riley. He just...wasn't sure if he should say something.
Sitting, he dropped his hands, deciding sitting and being smaller was better than standing up. "Just.....someone ....from my clan showed up. He came for a visit and wanted to talk to me. I really didn't like what he had to say. I don't like him." He pulled his knees up and laid his head on his knees. "He bugs me."
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 5:59 pm
Christof glanced over when Calder had started talking, shifting to try to make himself more comfortable. With his arm at least half-attached, he could sign a little better at least. Mouth twisting, he watched the kelpie's body language, brows knitting before he motioned, "Can-see-that. Need-me-to-punch-him?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:08 pm
Calder had one eye free to look at the Igor through his bangs and jerked up and waved his hands at the threat. "No! Murchadh would kill you! He'd - He'd probably kill me too if you tried." And this was one joke. Murchadh probably had no concern for some foreign patchwork, and would be free to pull Calder out of school for the Igor fighting him on his behalf, and even punishing him severely after to set an example! The very idea of the Igor even attempting such a thing made his heart jump in his throat. He had no doubt who would win. he had...heard stories about his guardian. You didn't become a Lead without being powerful after all.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:06 pm
This made Christof tense, trying to make sense of what little the Kelpie was telling him. He could only relate on certain levels, shifting to move closer, "Is-this-your-Master?" He finally managed, trying to understand.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:29 pm
"A ma -" He couldn't even say that word. His hand froze a moment and lowered, thinking about it. Was Murchadh his master? "No. He's not my master. I mean - he can sorta tell me what to do.....and he's sorta in charge of me.." That sounded awfully like a master, but he wasn't OWNED. Well, a bit. "He- He just has a ...a claim on me." He felt flushed at saying it to his best friend and lowered his knees, adjusting his kilt about his legs. "I guess you could say I belong to him." He mumbled a bit, not liking this comparison one bit. It made everything seem a lot worse. It was different. Right? Kelpies didn't have masters. They were against such ideas. They had guardians. They had...
"....I guess...."
He kept his eyes on his lap. He only told Barth on accident, but if he couldn't tell Christof, then he really couldn't tell anyone.
"..........you'd call him.......'
".....my fiance." It was the only way he could explain it to others who weren't kelpies to understand what a claim meant.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:40 pm
Christof's eyes widened. And then narrowed. And then his head tilted slowly to one side.
"Does-Barth-Know?" He signed slowly, mind clearly digesting this. Calder was... engaged? But he and Barth... but it made Calder angry... but.... hmmm.
Once again, his hypothesis that Relationships were Complicated was only strengthened.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:51 pm
Calder looked back up only because it was necessary to read Chrsitof's response. At the question, he looked up. "Yeah..he does. He knew before we...uh..." He paused. He didn't know if Christof and Barth talked yet. "...I accidentally told him when I was sick and staying over his place to rest." He turned to his side, and pointed to his anklet. "That means I'm claimed. Murchadh is my guardian now. I'm in his band now - ever since I became an official member of my clan during break." His ear were down, and he tucked his legs back to his side.
"Can you not tell anyone? Only you and Barth know. I don't.....really trust anyone else."
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