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The Igor stepped back as the body-snatcher was lead away, an anxious noise escaping his throat, but Malodore seemed unfazed, and it's question made him beam with importance. He nodded enthusiastically, holding up a hand to illustrate as he squeezed his own wrist. It must have been some sort of magic, he supposed. If he were to do what Amrita had done, he'd snap his bones. It was all so exciting, being here with the talented students, embarking on a REAL project! Something he had a key part in! Maybe they'd even need some sort of crackly electrical device once the new body was complete! Maybe he'd even get to pull the lever to turn it on!

Riley nodded at Amrita's question. Yes, disrobe completely and lay on the bed. I don't believe any markings meant to keep you captive would be in a place you, personally, can see.

If Amrita complied, Riley would start with an efficient check of her legs. I have my doubts about this theory, but I cannot work with others until I am absolutely certain that this is not the case. It would be imprudent.

Waiting for the ghouls to finish, Christof shifted from one foot to the other anxiously, not noticing the puppy at first until a cold nose stuck itself up his pant leg. He flinched back, glancing up at Malodore as it posed it's question. He shook his head, he hadn't met the little white dog before, but it certainly was cuter than Scruff. He'd have to bring his Scareon by next time to see if the two would be compatible. Scruff didn't do well with other pets, though.

The chit chat about pets was quickly replaced by a comment that made the Igor glance up at the taller (at least by eye level) creature, eyes wide and practically glistening with pride at the compliment. He... he had done well, hadn't he? This was an entirely Igorish action! He had done his Masters so well! They had a new project that both seemed keenly interested in, AND he was doing a favor for Miss Amrita in the process! He straightened as much as he was able before giving Malodore a polite "proud to be of service" sort of bow, looking about ready to burst into tears of happiness.

"Bene - breaking a seal or mark would make things that much more difficult," Malodore replied. It was also pleased with Christof's reaction - in addition to being useful, it was good to see the patchwork so happy!

The plague doctor went over to its desk and got out a piece of paper and a quill pen. "Amrita - if you would, please write down all the specifics you can think of. Body gender, skin color, hair color, eye color you want to match your current form as closely as possible, yes? For continuity?" It scribbled those down at the top before holding paper and pen out to the vetala. "There are other issues. Height. Girth. Body type and fitness. Additional limbs such as wings may be possible, if you wish them, though making the form too complex might pose difficulties..."

Christof's only 'words' of aid involved two mismatched cupped hands over his chest, indicating that Bust was very important.

Ooooh he would only bring her the best parts he could find! She could root through them and make her decisions then, he figured, but he knew better than she what she needed, he was fairly confident. Measurements and proportion where a passion of his, after all.

Riley, being perhaps, the most 'aware' of certain gestures such as Christof's, immediately slapped the boil's hands before they completed their rounded gesture on his chest. It wasn't that she disagreed, it was simply not proper manners to speak of such things - especially in front of a lady.

Still, she knew Christof was already two steps ahead of everyone, and made note to 'drop by' often to see what he'd acquired.

Trust me, Amrita. You are in good hands. Her eyes smiled fondly up to Malodore for a moment, before they returned down to her.

Now, I'd like to do one last test today, just as a preliminary. It will be difficult, because the school has severely dampened my ability. Nevertheless, I'd like to attempt to probe your mind a bit. Since there's no physical constraints upon you, it is more likely that whatever is keeping you from pulling away is mental, or perhaps even emotional. That, of course, she waved her hands elegantly, is my specialty.

The hunchback flinched and staggered backward, his face flushing as he wiped his hands on his trousers. It was just a suggestion, no need to be tetchy. Feeling a bit useless at this point, he backed off a bit, casually trying to take a closer look at Malodore's tools that glinted here and there and finally set to seeing what happened when he put a finger in the mouth of the carnivorous plant by the window.

He was vaguely aware that they were moving onto a final test, but his sleep-addled brain didn't quite catch hold of the conversation until rotten brains had been mentioned- a sure cure for the attentions of a young man. He glanced back over, brows raised. Rotten brain? Was that what made her so flighty? Or was that just Miss Amrita? She should have said something sooner, he knew were plenty of good ones were- granted the best he had already fed to his Mistress that morning, but he was sure if he kept looking he could find her a suitable replacement. In fact... he was going to have to do a lot of hunting soon enough! The young ghoul deserved only the best after being forced to endure that shrimpy, rotty little ill proportioned body for so long, at least in his opinion.

Riley was glad she did not have much in the way of facial expressiveness, at the moment. If she had a mouth, it would have curled up in disgust at the mention of a rotting brain. As it was, her eyes turned away for a moment, as she considered what she was about to do.

This is exactly why daddy tried to keep me away from the undead.. she muttered to herself (and only to herself, the thought, however honest, was rude and would be kept private). Well. That will make it more.. difficult. She murmured out loud, and suppressed a shudder. But I'll do my best.

She took Amrita and led her to sit down in the chair, before kneeling in front of her. Lean forward, she gestured with her a single finger for Amrita to come closer, and pressed her forehead against Amrita's. Physical contact made the connection easier, the first time around.