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 Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 8:52 pm
Jericho gritted his teeth from the shout Riley gave. Yelling in his mind was never all too pleasant of a feeling. He peered out the window for the moment just in time to see Christof take a tumble. Ouch.
"This is for your own good, Riley," he frowned at the Mindflayer, "If you're going to have sugar, you really need to watch yourself!"
Shaking his head, he went on to retrieve another box to toss out the window as well. Hopefully it wouldn't land on anyone. Well, he didn't really hope that. It could be interesting to see how someone would react to having a box of sugar dumped onto them quite literally.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 9:05 pm
The world was suddenly spinning very fast and filled with wild vibrant colors and lights and sounds and pains and sugar up his nostrils and through his eyes and just as the patchwork boil could coherently tell which way was down, a box had fallen from the heavens, flipping and emptying sugar packets across the lawn before landing directly on top of him, enshrouding him in darkness.
What he did know: His brain was aching but otherwise he was okay.
What he did not know: Where the rest of him had gotten to.
Distantly he could feel the sensation of someone grabbing his arm, and he groped back, trying to make sense of it, but everything was all mixed up and the only thing Christof could really tell was that his chest was burning and itching and aching and he had to get to his mistress. Somehow...
Jerkily, his monstrous left arm had begun to drag itself towards the wall, fingers scratching at the base like a pet who's owner was calling for them from the window above.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 9:08 pm
Malodore's request was amusing. She chuckled, resting her head against it's shoulder. Okay, I'll take a picture. But only if you're in it. She picked up her Eyephone, set it on camera mode, and held it up in front of the two of them.
Smile. She snapped the shot, and flipped the camera around to look at it.
What she saw was rather sobering.
Her bright, happy demeanor began to fade into one of sheer horror. What she saw was unlike anything she'd ever seen before.
Her eyes were wide, round, bright, and so.. so close to something she wished she couldn't remember..
They looked almost CHEERful.
Everybody out. She seethed, as those big eyes narrowed to slits, and her head straightened. Everybody. She began waving her arms, gesturing and gently suggesting that the group start to head in the direction of the door. She would even walk them to it.
Out. Out. Everybody out of my dorm this instant. Her voice wavered, before tightening up. My apologies for the confusion. If any of you want to take a box of these with you, you're free to do so. She looked pointedly at Gabrian. Even the blue ones. Just get them out of my dorm. I'll dispose of whatever's left behind.
Her hand lightly gripped Malodore's hand, briefly considering asking it to stay, but she remained silent. She looked down at the intertwined digits, before slowly disentangling them.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 9:10 pm
A box of candy was thrown from the sky and caused the kelpie to cry out. "AHHH! STOP ITTTTT!" He was way past freaking out as he was in the process of shoving Christof's hand into his torso. He could rebuild him. He had the technology - or at least the determination and stupidity to think he could fix the Igor. As he did, the arm started to kick to life and failed about, causing Calder to whinny and throw the hand away.
When he realized that a moving arm was a good thing, he went over and grabbed it, holding the arm in a tight embrace before holding it out. "Yooou'rrrreeeee aaalliiivveee!" He cried out, happy to see that the Igor was still moving. That or his limbs were just spazzing out from trauma. He was hoping for the first option.
"Buddy. Talk to me! Where does it hurt?!!!" He shouted at the arm, shaking it as it failed to answer him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 9:16 pm
The nearby severed ear at least could pick up Calder's voice, and the hand suddenly patted about to feel the position of the kelpie's arms, deducing which way the sky was before the hand frantically pointed UP.
Please oh please oh please Calder, don't be an idiot horse and just bring him to his Mistress and more importantly Malodore who could right this in an instant but his Mistress especially to stop the burn in his chest which by the feel of things was still under the Kelpie's bum- The hand flailed, trying madly to smack at it's captor urgently. I... I... I am coming Mistress! he thought out desperately, praying she could pick up on the thoughts. At least... I'm trying!!
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 9:22 pm
Moving to retrieve another box, Jericho paused as Riley's expression changed to something more... normal. He had missed the reasoning behind it, but he could only assume that Malodore managed to do something to get her to come to her senses.
"Alright. If you need anything from me later, just give a call," the dragon said before setting the bag with the hallow deer heads in it on the ground for Riley to have later on. Taking one more box, he headed towards the window one last time.
This time, he took a running start and dove right on out. Not bothering to look down, he released the sugary box as soon as he left the window to let it crash onto the lawn. Spreading his wings once he did so, he managed to gain some lift so he didn't end up sharing a similar fate to the box. Turning about, he looked towards the room. With all that sugar she had eaten, Riley was going to have one hell of a crash later on.
Oh and there was Christof and the Kelpie on the ground outside. Had he been dropping the boxes on them? Woops.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 9:24 pm
It was Christof's poor luck that he had Calder to play charades with. The boy usually mistook what people said and gestures were something he rarely noticed. It was only with Christof that he had to look at the gestures to make sense of him, and for once, he was paying attention. Call it shock, but he was looking at he arm and nodding his head. He looked at the arm, he looked up at the window and then at the arm again.
Then it clicked.
BARTH!
"Barth? You want to see your master. Okay, boy. We'll take you there. He'll fix everything!" Swing and a miss for the kelpie, who was close but so far away. Wrong owner, and speaking to the hand like a dog probably didn't help either.
Rising up, the kelpie made to move and then winced, a sharp pain shooting up his leg. Ow. DOUBLE OW! He looked down and knew that something wasn't right, but now wasn't the time. Cringing, he move down, picked up a torso and what looked like a ear, and ran!
Around the building. Through the door. Up the stairs. Past the party - which seemed to be over now - and straight to Barth's room. "BARRRTTTTHHHH!" He cried out, running over and dumping pieces of the Igor on the demon's lap. "BARTTTTHHHHHHHH WAKE UP!!!! I BROKEDED CHRISTOFFFF AND I CAN'T PUT HIM BACK TOGETHER!!!!" He went down and shook the boil as violently as he could.
Of course he couldn't put him back. Didn't someone once say that all the kings horses couldn't put the broken lumpty together again. OMG! IT MUST BE A HORSE CURSE! "BAARRRRTTTHHHH!!!" He cried out, more or less on the verge of just crying at this point.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 9:33 pm
Barth, who had thus far managed to sleep through an intervention, yelling, and several disasters, finally cracked one eye open.
He regarded Calder blearily. "He...what?" He asked, words slow. He stilll hadn't noticed the igor parts Calder had dumped on him. "Err, is something the matter?"
More importantly, if anything was the matter or Christof was in danger, why would anyone fetch him? He was probably the least prompt and helpful person available.
But there they were.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 9:39 pm
Calder looked at the demon with large, rounded horse eyes and held up Christof's arm and looking down at the ear and torso he dumped on the demon's lap before looking back at him. "I …I broke him…and I can't fix him………." his lower lip was starting to quiver as his ears continued to lay flat on his head. "I broke my friend."
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 9:47 pm
Barth finally recognized the large thing in his lap for what it was. ...A torso. He hadn't initially, because...well, frankly, he had never had a torso dumped in his lap before. But he recognized the clothing, even if the shape on its own was...alien.
"Is this...is this all that's left?" Barth asked, in a small voice.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 9:54 pm
The ear on Barth's lap twitched, and down on the ground, Christof could vaguelly hear enough to surmise.... Calder had brought his torso to BARTH? What about the rest of him?? He could still feel grass beneath his left arm, and wriggling his feet felt like... sand or... sugar... or possibly dirt... at least he hoped it was any of those things... but why had Calder only grabbed PARTS of him? The burning in his chest from Riley's mark was getting worse, he could feel it clearly even with his head all the way down there- but he was SO CLOSE! She was just next door, all he had to do was... was get there... but which way?
The half stump of arm still attached to the torso in Barth's lap began to wriggle, frantically trying to push it's way to the floor as the rest of the arm and hand flailed in Calder's grip, like a fish trying to escape a bear's claws.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 10:00 pm
The kelpie slowly shook his head. "This is all I could carry. There were....so many pieces. They are outside on the lawn." He pointed out to the window where he had just been before he fell out. A few marks were now clawed into Barth's window from where Calder's fingernails dug into the window frame before he was dragged out.
When the arm started to fail around, Calder dropped it out of surprise. "I'm sorry, Christof! Should I have taken all the pieces?" He wasn't sure and talking to the arm was hard. Failing was a hard thing to interpret. He looked over to Barth. "Should..I get the rest?" He looked around and spotted the woven basket he used to gather Barth's laundry. He could use that!
"I'll ...I'll get the rest!" He said, turning and more or less doing an awkward limp as he took the large basket that he set on his back and took the straps over his arms before heading back out to collect the rest of him. "I'll be right back, arm!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 10:16 pm
"A-ah, we'll take our leave then," Lizzy nodded, bowing her head at Riley before brisk walking away, Chuppi's hand still in hers. Not sure where to go, she decided that the best option would be to escort her friend out of the Dorms and maybe help her clean up the mess outside the window... Somehow.
"Lets get your feet cleaned up first though..." She smiled, leading her to the bathroom in her room; compared to Chuppi's, Lizzy's room must look really big - although still relatively messy due to the many pieces of paper with drawings scattered around. Pointing at the shower, the Demoness added, "Feel free to use the soap to wash the sugar off. I have to close the window..." Yes, close it before someone climbs in using Christof's ladder.
However, what greeted her at the window was quite the sight - was that an arm near the discarded boxes of sugar? Wait... She squinted, leaning out of the window to take a closer look; that arm!
"CHRISTOF?!"
That was the second time she had yelled his name that day. However, this time, she sounded horrified as she run (also for the second time that day) out of her room, yelling for Chuppi to take her time as she closed the door behind her. Speeding down the stairs, she ran to where she had spotted the arm and picked it up, eyes wide with concern; did Christof decide to perform kamikaze in order to avoid Riley's detection?
"Where... Where's the rest of you?" She spoke out loud, hugging the arm to her chest as she looked around, spotting another body part - a leg this time - a distance away. Well, that was a start...
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 10:17 pm
Barth let the torso worm its way to the floor, unobstructed. It was enormously awkward to have your igor's torso wiggling around in your lap anyway. ...Still moving, that was a good sign. His mark was still there. ...And speaking of marks, one of Christof's was glowing. And it wasn't his.
As Calder dashed off, he watched the laborious progress Christof's torso made across his floor. Then, employing a great amount of will and effort, he got off the couch.
He had a good idea of where the torso was headed. Also, he could hear Lizzy yelling out the window from next door.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 10:25 pm
It was hard times going back downstairs, and Calder had to hold onto the wall a moment as his leg said that he should be sitting down. Luck for him, he was panicking too much and far too focused at his task to bother with what his leg had to say, sprained or not, and he made his way out the demon doors and around the side where he last left Christof – well, parts of him anyway.
When he arrived, he saw Lizzy among the parts and grabbing pieces. She was… TRYING TO HARVEST CHRISTOF! Gasping, the kelpie rushed over and grabbed the arm from her. "What are you doing?! Don't touch those!" He took the arm and held it protectively against his own chest which probably would have made the Igor angry at such a poor alternative. "Don't take him. He's not gone yet. I need to fix him." The large eyes were still there in full force. Large pools of black and green as he whimpered at Lizzy to not steal pieces of his friend.
Dumping the wicker laundry basket on the ground, he gently set the arm in and held out his hand. "Can I have his arm? I need it. I need all of it." He looked around and then picked up a …. Elbow? Knee? Whatever it was, he took it and set it in the basket, looking back at Lizzy.
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