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 Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:21 pm
With a final tighten of a bolt, the thing was complete. Christof had worked with intensity and fervor, happily absorbed in the work, and it seemed the closer it was to completion, the higher he held his uneven shoulders, and the brighter his expression grew. Finally, he sat back, exhaling loudly as he drank in the finished products. Pieces, hodgepodged together all forming a solid and coherent whole. It was beautiful, in his eyes. He gingerly made to lift it, testing how sturdy his bolts were and how heavy it ended up being- but no, Rita might need help moving it, but wheels might be overkill... he'd have to see what Barth thought.
He turned, trying to get the Sloth and Kelpie's attentions with a loud hum, hefting it over excitedly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:30 pm
While Calder had been somewhat awake enough to see the Igor at work for half of the process, he had zonked out before it neared the end and had been very dead to the world by the time the product was finished. Reflecting on it later, Calder would understand why the demon boil was so hard to wake up. What with his comfortable clothes and terribly comfy couch, Calder felt he could have just not moved for a few days and been perfectly fine. It certainly would have given his leg the much needed break it deserved.
When a loud hum came, the kelpie's ear flickered. It was then the absence of racket and clanging of metal that pulled it out of it's sleep. Green eyes parting, the first thing he noticed was he wasn't in his dorm and, instinct taking hold, he jerked up. "WOLVES!" He gripped the couch as if he was going to be attacked before his wide eyes looked about. Slowly things came to attention. Barth's room. Barth on floor. Christof. Weird box. No kelpie-eating monsters.
"Oh...." he said, easing slightly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:41 pm
"I think that does it," Barth said, surveying the work while resting his chin in his folded arms. It was not, in the strictest sense, a labor-saving device, but it meant a fulfilled contract and an extension of Christof's terms for a little longer. The time left on Christof's contract was unraveling quickly. "All that's left is testing. Err, what wolves?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:53 pm
The hunchback frowned at Calder's sudden cry, wondering just what backwoods the kelpie HAD grown up in. And also wondered how he had managed not to be eaten by wolves sometime before now if that was the case. No matter, he was feeling more himself than he had in days, and it was exhilarating. Testing? AH! Yes! Had to make sure it all worked properly. If he accidentally killed the Death Charm, as appealing as that seemed, Riley would no doubt... not appreciate his gesture. He carefully set it down on the coffee table by the couch so Barth could inspect his work directly (without getting up) and hurried to the Sloth's refrigerator.
The freezer held little faces frowning desperately to shut the door and keep the cold in and please not to eat them just then, and inside the fridge itself, a jollymeal slurped at another. A set of wailing, screaming things caught his attention, though and he quickly grabbed them by the greens before they could snap at his nose, carrying the toothed, howling carrots back over triumphantly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:59 pm
It Christof dared to asked, the kelpie would state that, growing up, if you napped in the open, another kelpie was in charge of staying awake to watch over you. Seeing as no one here knew the napping system of his kind, or horses in general, he was left looking at the pair and rubbing his eye, trying to ignore their confused expressions. First off, he doubted anyone but Barth enjoyed a nice nap in an open field, and he was sure that even if Barth did, he had the money to be far away from dangerous creatures. Seeing that the lights were on and he was woken up by a noise, he had assumed he had been woken up for a reason.
And that reason was an ugly looking box on the table. "Is that it?" He asked, looking at Christof and seeing him....look REALLY, REALLY happy. It was the happiest Calder had ever seen him, and he frowned in return. So work really did make the Igor right as rain.
Too tired to care, he looked at the box until the boil came back with.....
Calder's eyes opened. "Carrots!" His tail quickly flicked and he looked up at the patchwork. "What are you doing with those?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:03 pm
"Just err, be gentle with them. Try not to upset them too much. ...I think they've taken quite a shine to the refrigerator. They were getting along with everyone else in there, weren't they?"
Barth liked the carrots. They made a lot of soothing screaming noises whenever he opened the refrigerator, and Colette had entrusted them to his care, in exchange for a filled homework assignment.
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Bilious rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:08 pm
Christof glowered at the Kelpie before opening the door and tossing the unhappy carrots inside before snapping the door shut again curiously.
((I AM LEAVING THIS UP TO DICE. BECAUSE IT'S FUN THAT WAY.
1-5 They escape and wreck havoc
6-15 They are contained generally
16-20 They incinerate/explode/or meet some other horrible side effect.
GO DICE GO. ))
((edit: SORRY COLETTE.))
The carrots all writhed and snapped and squealed, bouncing about the cage frantically, trying to escape, and the hunchback positively beamed as it seemed they couldn't so much as rattle the cage- up until one of them caught a bolt with a tooth and the door suddenly SNAPPED internally with such fervor, the carrots were suddenly slaw through the grate on the top like a sprung mousetrap connected to a vegetable grater, and the Kelpie was presented with a rather lovely looking de-boned salad.
Hurm. Well, it certainly wasn't supposed to do THAT.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:34 pm
The kelpie frowned when Barth seemed to show an interest in the angry vegetables' well being and leaned back, watching at the pair of them addressed their box. He was a little peckish and could have gone for a carrot, teeth or none.He had gotten rid of those exact pests around his dorms. To him, the teeth were nothing more than watermelon seeds to some people, and he just spit them out before finishing the carrot.
Frowning and bored again, he thought about leaving, but was certainly entertained by the box when it snapped on the creatures and made carrot confetti over them all. Smiling, he clapped his hands. "Oh, wow. That is a neat invention." It seemed he missed the point.
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