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 Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 3:27 pm
Freya let out a sign of relief, shaking off the last of the jitters that had been unnerving her. She had no problems in wrapping her arms around Herryk's back, and her nose pinched in an affectionate look at Christof. "Good. Is everybody okay? That didn't take long, it seems like we were just starting a minute ago."
She counted heads, pleased to see everyone was accounted for, and seemed ready to go. Even if it was clear she had no recollection of the long period of time they had just spent in that maze.
Her stomach growled. She backed away slightly to hide the sound, and laughed nervously.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 3:43 pm
He didn't need them fighting, and with Freya freaking out and Herryk and Christof, two massive forms, ready to 'tango' as it were, he knew he wasn't going to do much good. He wasn't like Barth who could snap Christof to his senses with just a stern command. Christof never listened to him.
When the situation diffused on his own, he only watched and looked at Christof only when the Igor turned in need of translation.
'He wouldn't even need you around if he had that chalkboard. You're a tool for him. A tool of a tool. Look how low you are.'
Calder shook his head again, before he drawled off in a flat monotone. "It was terrible, but it's all fake. Already dealt with this on the island. Need to keep a hold on what's important. Finish task on hand." He said, looking to the others to indicate he was not speaking this but speaking for Christof. Calder was done talking. Even in his dull translation, his voice was strained from crying and shouting.
"In short, if you all want to act like little scarlings, then go ahead, but Barth is probably getting de-horned as we speak and if we want to save him, we need to keep going." This, however, was not delivered in a emotionless drawl but with narrow eyes and a bit of a spat as the kelipe lifted his hand and licked it. It helped with the stinging.
'HAH! You were the one holding them up all this time. Stop acting so important. You're not.'
He dropped his hand, wrapping it around his body. "...I know I'm not...." Yeah. He was just going to shut up forever now.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 3:47 pm
Christof glanced away as the two kissed, his stomach twisting. Instead, he looked to Calder's face as the kelpie translated, his brows furrowing. He had said it for the Kelpie's benefit too, although he was never the best communicator. Lips pursed, he signed more gently to Calder directly, "Remember-the-fog. Saw-things-that-weren't. Kept-going-on-about-dogs. No-dogs-here. Just-mirrors. Illusion. Bad-magic." That 'said', he gingerly reached out to pat Calder's shoulder. "Heard-bad-things. Ignored-them. No-matter-how... how-true-they-sounded." He swallowed, reaching up to rub at his forehead.
It had been true, all of it. But... but what was the point on depressing yourself when there were more important things to concentrate on?
He was not home now. What his Master thought or... or planned... had no bearing here. Just what he did with his own feet, fists and head.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 3:49 pm
Freya watched Calder carefully, her brow knitting in confusion, but as soon as his hands wrapped around himself she pulled away from Herryk and walked around the boil to wrap her arms around Calder, instead.
"Hey." She murmured. "We're goings to gets him back. Yeh knows that, right?"
If he looked in her eyes, the comfort that she was extending to him wasn't reaching her gaze, but it sure sounded convincing. Freya's preferred method of dealing with trauma was clearly to lock it up so tightly, not even she could remember it happening.
She squeezed the kelpie, and ran her fingers through his hair. "We mades it this far already, so quickly. We just can't stops now."
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 4:10 pm
Calder looked to the hand at his shoulder and back up at the Igor. It had been the most affection that Calder had from the Igor in some time. The hunchback hadn't really seen him for such a long time, having concentrated on other things in his life - all of which Christof hadn't shared with him. It was nice, and even the simple pat was something his affection-starved, battered self yearned for.
He only managed a weak, forced smile that lasted a few seconds to show that he understood his friend, and gave him a very unconvincing "..yeah." after. Other times, he could easily hide his own true feelings and put on a brave face for the Igor's benefit. Perk everyone up by being happy and perky, but he has long since wasted that on the battlefield. This room was just kicking a dog when it was already down.
The hug was not something he expected, and he stepped back before he was scooped up. Shocked, be nearly pulled back, just froze when he felt fingers through his hair. The ghouls plush chest, warm heat, and gentle tone were all things that worked hand-in-hand to spark the memory of how his mother often comforted him. Settling him on her lap when he was scared, hurt, or frustrated, and would speak to her in their native tongue, cooing the words as she combed her fingers through his hair and calmed him.
It was enough to send him sobbing again, and he pressed his lips tightly shut to keep that from happening. When he finally felt able, he nodded. "Yeah. We have to get him back." He'd never live with himself if anything bad happened to him. He wouldn't be there burden. He wouldn't be anyone's burden.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 7:18 pm
Herryk stood a little away from the group. Freya was comforting the kelpie -- it was obvious he needed it. He crossed his arms over his chest as he thought back on the recent events. Each time he'd seen Freya she'd been almost in a rage aside from the one short moment they'd had together in the tangle of mirrors.
Watching Freya, Herryk rubbed his index finger back and forth across his lips. Lost in his thoughts, Herryk ruminated over the words that Freya had spoken about forgiveness, about waiting. He could only hope that when the time came to discuss these things, Freya would trust him enough to open up.
Highly unlikely, but a guy could dream.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 7:32 pm
Calder seemed appreciative for the hug, and Christof had even come to give the kelpie support, so Freya reached out and grabbed the igor, pulling him into her hug.
"See?" She laughed into Calder's hair, hugging both boils fiercely before looking up at Herryk, and raising her hands off the boils. She was gesturing him to come join them.
"It's like we are a family now, ja? And we are goings to gets our brother back, or we are goings to burn this place down trying. Or we can do both! That is good too, hah!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 7:38 pm
Calder only smiled despite the laughing her heard in the distance. "Brother?." He didn't really like the idea or else his feelings for the demon might be a tad bit strange and creepy. "...More like a herd." He whispered, and paused in thought. "A really weird herd." He remained in the hug for just a while longer, as if he could somehow sap Freya of her optimism and energy, but knew they had to get moving. He just...needed a moment to gather up his crumbled foundation to allow him to continue.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 8:49 pm
Christof gave a sudden startled noise as he was pulled into the hug, and winced the shards of broken mirror riddling his arm and hand pressing in again. But... the... the gesture was appreciated all the same.
Gingerly, he freed his third arm that wasn't pinned to give the Kelpie another pat, his face red.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 8:50 pm
Herryk smiled when Freya gestured for him to join the hug, ripped from his thoughts by Freya's laughter. A few strides brought him next to the trio, and Herryk knelt next to Freya. One broad hand clapped awkwardly against Christof's shoulder while the other wrapped around the curve of Freya's hip.
He remained silent, though, still troubled by the thoughts that had taken over his mind.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 9:12 pm
"A herd then! Like the horses. Calder says we are a herd, so we are." She grinned up at Herryk when he joined them, her grin just a touch crazed. Then she squeezed them all one last time, and let go.
Only to end up attaching Christof's hand to Calder's, and Calder's hand to hers, and her hand to Herryk's. "We goes like this. Together." Was she getting perhaps just a little obsessive about the closeness of the group? "Okay, go!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 9:25 pm
Calder would have trotted along after the smushing hug, but he had noticed the glass in the Igor's hand when Freya placed his in Christof's palm. Looking at it, he broke off the friendship chain and gestured for her to hold up. "Wait. Did everyone get hurt by the mirrors? We should check first."
Calder took Christof's hand, given by Freya, and examined it. He wished they were outside with some plants but they were in a terrible, horrible, sterile place instead. He instead reached out with his slender fingers. "I'm just going to take these pieces out." He pointed out, and reached out. "Okay?" He told his friend.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 9:27 pm
Christof flinched his damaged hand away as Freya went for it, but was too slow as it was placed into Calder's hand. A herd, huh? Calder was as much of a Brother to him as any.... He gave him an assuring nod. His Master was still in danger. And there was who knew what else between them. With a grunt to the others, he suddenly lurched forward, limping his way amongst the mirrors for any sign of a way out, a way beyond. The worst was yet to come, always. That's how these went. But honestly? He was feeling fairly confident. At least until the kelpie decided to complain about the state of his limb. The patchwork snorted, pausing his attempt to triumphantly march forward to sign, "Just-flesh-wounds. Yank-them-out." And illustrated irritably. He hadn't had a moment to tidy himself up, but his third went for the trusty box of safety pins in his pocket all the same. 
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 9:40 pm
Calder frowned up at the Igor in a way that said 'Don't-you-even-start-to-act-cocky-strong-with-me-Mister' and returned to looking at the hand. "If it's nothing, then you won't mind if it's patched up." He did this by pulling out the shards. There were a few, to which he managed to easily grab, and then there were little pieces, which he started plucking with his fingernails, showing off the fact his hands, though shard-less, were in no better condition.
When all seemed to be removed and Calder checked the other hand to be sure, he then held it for a moment. Then, as casual as can be, he licked the wounds.
He had run out of Hello Unicorn Band-aids. It was back to Animal First Aid Basics: 101. As his tongue tasted the hand, he winced. Ugggh. Patchwork was NOT a good flavor. Dead flesh, chemicals, and he didn't want to know what else. Certainly not anything you'd want to replicate in a pie filling.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 9:44 pm
Freya looked pleased as Calder started taking care of Christof's hand, but she immediately walked in a circle, trying to assess her own state of glass-shattering-ism. She couldn't remember having any mirror breaking, and once she was sure she had no glass, she threw her hands up. "Freya is glass free!" She let go of Calder and grabbed Herryk, turning him around, and around, and around. "Herryk is glass free, too." She nodded in approval, before focusing on Calder's attention to Christof's hand. He was.. licking it. She looked from Calder, to the hand, to Calder again, and her brows knit in confusion. Then she bent in warily and stuck her little tongue out, licking Christof's hand once, too. She backed away almost instantly, hopping away and making a face like she'd just sucked a lemon. 
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