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 Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 9:41 pm
Only the best for Mistress, Christof murmured mentally. Wobbling a bit as some of his load was lifted. I wasn't sure what you'd like so... He grunted, hobbling after her as she suddenly turned to sweep into the theater. She hadn't mentioned what movie, but, well, Mistress knew best. He'd have to trust her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 12:33 am
By the time they'd reached the theater, she'd thrown away the empty glasses and started opening up boxes. She did none of this with her hands, however, they remained still at her sides as she strode into the dark room, and walked down the aisle. With a purposeful gait, she found what she quickly established to be the optimal distance for viewing, and slid down into the rows to claim the seats she had chosen.
It's fine, I appreciate the thoughtfulness, Christof. Just make sure I do not consume the entirety of the candy that you have brought. I will become irrational and be unpleasant for you to spend time with. I did hope that tonight would be enjoyable for you, after all. That was the point. If I become burdensome, I will have failed you.
She sat down, and patted the seat next to her with one hand.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 12:00 pm
Meekly, he sidled down the row, careful not to bump any other film-viewers with his hunch as he took his own seat. Well.. its not all sweet, I heard some of the snacks are savory or salty, and that they are good in combination. Not that he would know from experience, but research and thoroughness was part of an Igor's job description. There are sausages.. er... Hot Dogs... for protein, hopefully will help neutralize the effects of too much sugar, as well as popcorn. They said it is best with butter, so I made sure to put a lot on for you.
He was still unsure of how he felt about the whole situation but... if Riley needed his assistance and a bit of escapement, he was more than happy to help. It is always enjoyable to share your company, Mistress, he added quietly, eyes on her rather than the screen up above.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 5:11 pm
That is a nice thing to hear. Sometimes I have to wonder about that. She waited until he was seated before bending her arm under his, and pulling it up close. She leaned in and rested comfortably there, her eyes on the screen. My company is not really something to be enjoyed, lately. But when it is, it's nice to know.
She fluttered her eyes down to the popcorn, and poked at it with a finger. The amount of butter on it was.. tragic. You've drowned them all, Christof. The kernels never had a chance.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 7:58 pm
Suddenly, the hunchback tensed, looking panic stricken in the dim light of the theater, I... I am sorry Mistress! I... I will go get you more I am sorry! I've never done this before and the butter was right next to the ectoplasm spread and I wasn't sure which you'd prefer but I went with butter and uh! Forgive me please don't send me home!
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 1:23 am
With a deliberate slowness, Riley turned her head and most of her body to look at Christof, a single brow risen in confusion. Then her expression melted to amusement, and she sighed in defeat.
Christof.. I was trying to make a joke. Obviously I've failed.. I can never quite get the tone right, I suppose. Always sounding too serious. Please, relax. The entire point of this excursion was for you to enjoy yourself, and all I seem to do is make you more tense.
Perhaps this was a waste of time. Calder had good intentions, but it was quite possible Christof would never see her as anything but his Mistress, and his superior. She had at least given it a try.. but there was no sense in making him suffer if he didn't enjoy her company as a friend. Even she could see the futility in such an action.
She slipped her arm away from his, and sat back in her own seat, her thoughts troubled while the initial credits of the movie rolled.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 9:48 pm
I want to make sure your experiment is a success, Mistress, he pressed earnestly, settling back into his own chair. There was a tall hairy creature ahead of him, and naturally slumped as he was, he had to lean to one side or the other to try to catch a glimpse of the screen in whole. At least our conversation will not bother the other film goers, he ventured the thought, glancing to her sideways with a blush, Right, Mistress?
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 3:52 am
This isn't- She let out a soft sigh of distress, and just let it go, frustrated enough that Christof just wasn't getting the point. When he pointed out how easily they could converse through the movie, her face lifted slightly in lieu of a smile, and she nodded, dropping the side of her head to rest on top of his much like an armrest would be used. True enough. I normally detest speaking through movies, but it's clear already that this movie is not of a high caliber, and being able to speak without disturbing others does have it's advantages.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 4:17 pm
Isn't... what? He blinked at her as the darkness fell around them and the previews began, picking at the stitches at the corner of his mouth until he could timidly poke the straw of one of the sodas through and take a careful sip. I am flattered that you wished to do this outing with me... even if I am unsure of your intentions, He thought quietly, shifting a little. I do things like this with Calder and Barth but... um. You never seemed like the er... sort to go out. At least not without the Dragon and Master Malodore. Excuse me if I'm a little er. Nervous. Am I being rewarded, Mistress?
He wondered if Amrita would have liked to have seen a movie. There certainly seemed to be a lot of ghouls in the theater, many with sour, tolerant looking boils with them.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 3:17 am
Was he being rewarded? She had to think hard on the question, because her automatic answer was yes, and she couldn't be sure that was the right one. Did.. did friends reward one another? Or was that something only a mistress did for her servant? She couldn't even tell. She was treading unknown waters with him, and it made her pause far too long to think about what she would say.
I don't.. know. She finally murmured. If that's the correct phrasing to use. The reason I took you out today, is because I do not do it with you, without Jericho and Malodore. And that's wrong. That is the.. the imperfection in our relationship that I am amending. She looked at him, honestly curious if she had done a good job to explain herself. Is that acceptable?
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 11:03 am
Christof fell silent as well, staring up at the screen with his head cocked to one side, mulling it over. If I have learned anything at Amityville, Mistress... it is that it is more fun to Igor for a friend than for a cruel tyrant. I would be chopped apart for saying such but... I trust my life to Master Barth and you over my creator. It is easier to be faithful when you feel your works are appreciated. Whether or not this is the best course of action for an Igor, I don't know. Master Fell thinks I should be blindly faithful. But it is tricky. You have not beaten me, so I think it is acceptable, I'd much rather enjoy your company than be beaten. He took another noisy slurp of his soda, legs kicking under the seat playfully. Although, none of these films look interesting. Where are the explosions and blood, Mistress? He gestured up to the trailer for something involving the adventures of a ghost dog and a demon cat who go on an adventure and miraculously become friends. It must have been for scarelings.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 2:24 am
You have not beaten me.
Riley let the words mull over in her thoughts for a moment, and truly thought about the consequences of their meaning. At first, she felt the little bubble of rage well up at the mere idea someone had beaten Christof. His original owner, she supposed - no igor had the ability to choose their first owner, or even any subsequent owner in most cases. That Christof had any say in who he spent his time with was a miracle in the world of patchwork igors, after all.
But the underlying thought that disturbed her was that she knew she'd come close to it. The day Christof had dared to raise his hand to Amrita, Riley had been ready to beat him to within an inch of his unlife. She'd threatened as such, and she'd been rough enough - she knew she was capable of it.
She was capable of hurting someone she called a friend.
This was why the Illithid did not make 'friends'.
I do believe you are in for a disappointment, Christof. Riley commented thoughtfully, though whether she meant the movie, or her own Mistressing, was a mystery.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 9:30 am
Christof gave a small sigh, shifting in his seat as the trailers ended and the opening credits began, leaning gingerly, carefully into her, I feel safe around you, Mistress. Even from terrible movies. At that thought, he glanced up at her with an eager smile, as though proud of himself for making a joke.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 1:12 am
The thought amused her, but not for the reasons Christof might have thought. When she looked down at him, the mirth touched her eyes as well, but this was because the boil had just admitted he felt safe around her. He was not the first, but the few that had done so were all here, at Amityville. And whenever someone admitted to feeling safe around Riley, a part of her felt like a failure. She chuckled and patted his arm, before returning to the movie.
Nothing will save us from terrible movies, Christof. She murmured in amusement. We are content to sit and suffer, since we are in such good company.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 11:23 pm
The lights dimmed in the theater and the trailers had ended, the screen making way for a morose looking scenery of twisted trees and a hallowdeer leaping before a droning voice narrated what they needed to know.
I am still new to movies, Mistress. I have only seen the small handful we enjoyed at the club.
Christof cocked his head to one side, trying to make sense of the pale, oily Reaper heroin biting her lip.
He shifted in his seat, glancing sideways at her a moment before looking quickly back at the scene. I did enjoy watching those movies with you, Mistress. He scooted closer in his seat, twisting his cup clumsily between his mismatched hands. Especially the ones with those demons and explosions.
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