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 Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 9:51 pm
He CREATED ME I cannot deny him! I cannot I was broken and he fixed me fr my own good for MY OWN GOOD I am sorry, Mistress, I can't be abandoned again, please please.... his thoughts were a rush as he continued to sob, face contorted in misery. He was falling down down down into the darkness where they took you apart and started anew when you were broken a failed experiment if he wasn't an Igor what was he? I don't know what to do I try I try I'll do better Mistress I'll do better I will not let you down I would give all my parts I need a Master I need one I can't go back to him! The last thought dimmed at the end as though he somehow realized what he was thinking and regretted it, nose running as he struggled to breath.
If if that is what you wish I'll go immediately- the thought was crazed, eyes wide and sweeping to the door as he lurched upright as though pulled by invisible strings.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 10:09 pm
Christof's responses elicited little to no reaction. She remained impassive, startling only once as he swept past her, when his last words sunk in. She turned, glaring in confusion at his back, and followed him out the door. The last thing she wanted was for him to be more physical with Amrita, so she watched him carefully.
Don't be alarmed, she barely had time to warn Amrita. To Christof, she scolded him with a tense Gently.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 10:30 pm
Malodore tensed as heavy footsteps heralded... yes, that faintly irregular gait was Christof's. It stood, placing one hand lightly on Amrita's shoulder. "We will not let him harm you further, if indeed he still wishes to do so... I think he will not, though. Believe in the Christof you know, if you can," it said, quietly.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 10:36 pm
"You are very good at it." Amrita nodded, before squeaking a bit and stopping the motion immediately; she didn't know if she should move her head too much or not! She was calming down now, much calmer than she had been when the pair arrived. She took the ice pack off once just to wipe her eye with her sleeve, making a nice new almost-bloody smear on the burnt orange fabric before deciding that hey, since the Doctor was here, she might as well chatter, right?
"Umm...Hey, you got Lu---" She paused, cutting herself off as she heard Riley's voice in her head. "Alarmed abou---" Yet again she cut herself off as Malodore's hand rested on her shoulder, instead turning her attention to it. For a moment she tried to wrap her mind around what was going on, but as she tried to sort it all out, she spotted Christof - he was difficult to miss, after all - and her new reaction was almost instantaneous.
The ice pack fell from her fingers, her hand still hovering near her face, and her entire body seemed to freeze in place. She stared at him with a wide, frightened eye, making the best doe-in-the-headlights impression to date, probably only matched by the first time she stared at him like this, when he suggested sawing off her hands on the train.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 10:50 pm
Christof stumbled to a halt in front of her, his face still red from his sobbing, cheeks wet and brows furrowed. He hesitated at her terrified expression, heart aching. He ruined everything... Dr. Fell was right about him. He never should have opened his mouth. It only lead to trouble. He had to fix things... he didn't know how, entirely, but he had to figure it out.
Stooping, he groveled in that way only Igors seemed capable of, dropping to the ground at her backwards feet with a terrified, tight whimper in the back of his throat.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:12 pm
Malodore's hand on her shoulder was enough to keep her from attempting to run, or to keep a distance between them. It didn't, however, stop the rather animated flinch when he stopped in front of her...and then dropped to the ground? The once squinted eye peered open slightly, blinking it open the rest of the way in mild confusion.
"W-What...are you doing?" She asked in an awkward little voice, looking between Riley, Malodore for an explanation; she'd never really been formally apologized to before, nevermind actually having someone grovel at her heels! This was new, and more importantly;
She was very uncomfortable.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:16 pm
He's apologizing. Riley explained for him. In the only way he knows how. Her voice turned flippant. Personally, I think you should never forgive him, Amrita. But what do I know? I'm just a mindflayer. Privately, her thoughts turned to Malodore in a much more serious tone. She's all right, isn't she? No major damage? For someone as fragile as Amrita, she was sure it wouldn't take much - and she really didn't know how hard Christof had hit her.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:27 pm
The hunchback reached up for the ghoul's backwards hand, his face contorted with miserable sorrow for what he had done, looking about ready to burst into tears... but he was glad his mouth was stitched just then. How could he have explained? No one else seemed to understand. And if they did.... they still didn't seem to understand.
Before she could be afraid of his touch, he let go again, wobbling uneasily to his feet, bowing again before turning as though ready to bolt back into his room.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:32 pm
Malodore took a deep breath; although it didn't need to breathe, the movement was psychologically calming. Si, it sent quickly back to Riley, focusing on her entirely. What happened? Per favore, this... It broadcast a wave of helplessness. It didn't understand what was going on, and it badly wanted to fix things.
Aiuto.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:42 pm
Riley let out a huff when she felt Malodore's desperate call, and dropped her facade. She wouldn't last a moment faking indifference if Malodore needed her to be otherwise. I don't know why Christof hit Amrita, yet. I do know, however, that he's clearly being tormented in some way by his true master. The creator. And it's making him suffer. If I knew who his creator was, I would rip his heart out and give it to you for Amrita's new body, but I don't.
She paused for a moment, and tensed.
But I can sense him. His hold on Christof is strong. I suppose, that comes with being one's creator, after all.. I wouldn't know, I've never made my own igor. All we can do now is hope Christof can learn to make the right decisions, despite the forces that are pulling him in the wrong directions.
She watched him prostrate himself for Amrita, and her eyes finally - FINALLY - returned to their normal, milky white. I had more hope for him than this.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:51 pm
(( *OAO* ))
"...He is...?" ...This was apologizing? She'd never seen anyone apologize like that before; if it was the only way he knew how, it only served to solidify that 'whoever did this to you was stupid' opinon that had gotten her hit in the first place.
She tensed again as he took her hand, now at a loss for what to do or say; If he really was sorry, she wanted to forgive him, but Riley was suggesting she didn't. Besides, she DID learn that once you get hit with something it generally happens again; she didn't want to get hit again. But even she could tell he was upset! What to do, what to do!
In the end, she came to a silent conclusion, merely reaching out when he turned from her to pat his arm lightly, almost brisky. She wasn't forgiving him, she wasn't refusing to forgive him either; nor could she promise that she would leave herself alone with him any time soon.
Everything was just 'okay'.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 12:08 am
The Igor huddled in his doorway, looking conflicted, the edges of his thoughts so strong they were practically projected although they were so faint he might not have meant to. Is there anything else, Mistress? He wanted to Igor for her. She made him feel important, excited, wanted and appreciated... He enjoyed building things with Barth, but generally he was so busy doing nothing at all... the most he had to be proud of was beating his last high score in one of those Video Games of his.
He was useless. He was consorting with Sloths and Kelpies and now his Mistress had rejected him and he had hit the one ghoul who trusted him whole heartedly...
He was stupid and useless and Dr. Fell had been right about him.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 12:35 am
I thought I told you- She nearly spat out, but reined herself in once more. With a quiet growl, she looked to Malodore for strength, before resting her hand on Christof's shoulder. All at once, she bent down to one knee and used the hand to tug Christof closer, turning him so he could face her. Her eyes were enigmatic, something flowing deep within them that she was obviously not comfortable sharing.
Yes, Christof. There is one more thing. You are never to hit anyone, for any reason, ever again. And if the urge comes upon you to do so.. you will instead find me.
Both of her hands rested against his cheeks firmly, holding his face between them.
Are we understood?
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 12:40 am
The Igor's eyes were glassy as he stared up at her, trembling. He was young still, and his expression betrayed his naivete. He shuddered at her touch, sniffling again as he nodded furiously, his hands clenching and unclenching anxiously at his sides. I never meant to upset you, Mistress... he managed in a quiet thought, looking ready to burst into tears again at any moment.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 2:34 am
And I never meant to care enough to be upset, she thought quietly to herself. Her brow furrowed deeply, and her hands dropped down to wrap around him. Her head shook slightly, even as she held him, and her eyes traveled to the other two for a moment, before returning to him.
I know. I just wish there was a way we could be sure this would never happen again. I don't like being mad at you, Christof. But I am. I really am. She didn't sound mad - she sounded hurt. Any of them could plainly hear it in her thoughts. Her voice was just a little too high pitched for anger. I don't ever want to feel like that again. I have to know that you won't hurt others ever again. But more importantly, you have to make this up to Amrita somehow. I demand it. She bent her head down to look him in the eye. Okay?
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