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 Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 10:36 pm
Calder rose his hand as if in class. "I can teach him to swim. No door sail sprout needed. I'm one of the best swimmers in all of Amityville." He said, though he had yet to have a competition for that crown though, but he was pretty assured that he was one of the best. He was a kelpie after all.
As Barth went to talk science with Dr. Fell, Calder turned to look at Christof. "Hey. You okay, Christof? That looked painful. I guess I don't have to carry around thread just in case anymore, huh? I guess that's really useful." He smiled, hoping his friend would perk up. With all the work he was doing, this felt more like a visit to see Dr. Fell than to hang out with Christof. Maybe he could steal him away for a bit.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 10:52 pm
"I am... a dabbler. A recycler, I suppose you could say," Fell smiled, eyes now back on the demon who had shown interest in His Igor. "Patchwork Chimeras really are an art form, though. The... asymmetry, the application... Christof is my first try at an Igor. I think he is going well, if his exam's success shows anything."
Swimming lessons, it seemed, had little interest to him. While he was distracted for the moment, Christof's eyes darted up to Calder a moment, rocking unsteadily from foot to foot before subtly motioning to the food, before subtly, hopefully unnoticed by Fell, he shook his head in a deliberate motion, 'no.'
"Perhaps once you finish eating, Christof could show you the workshop," Fell's voice picked up, and the hunchback stiffened, eyes back on the table. "He will need to start on his new wardrobe, I won't have him running around like a wild monster. You are... an Avarice demon? Not the only demon to show interest in my work."
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 11:04 pm
"Yes. Ardenter's my father. Gluttony demon. I'm err, not. ...Gluttony. I'm also a dabbler myself, although not in biology. That's a different sphere, Avarice-wise."
He paused, digesting the second statement.
"No," he admitted, "a helping hand here and there is always in demand, especially with the servants not allowed to stay on school grounds."
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 1:16 am
Calder looked at Christof with a raised eyebrow before looking back slowly to his food. Was there......something wrong with the food? Calder looked back to see Christof continue to shake his head, and then looked back. It didn't seem like the Igor was telling him to keep eating and that not eating was bad, but that his plate was a no, and no meant it was bad. Frowning, Calder didn't know what he could and couldn't eat. He was hungry though. Wouldn't Dr. Fell notice? Why was Christof being weird? He brought him the food!
Before Calder could even ask, Dr. Fell caught his attention and made the kelpie, a MONSTER, frown. He gave what was hopefully a clear enough 'ahem' to indicate there was a MONSTER in the room, and it was rather insulting to have the term used as a insult.
Now he didn't care if he finished his meal at all. "So why did you make Christof?" Calder piped in, returning back to the discussion.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 7:35 pm
At Barth's comment, Fell's glowing eyes lit up, "One of Ardenter's sons! Really! My, it is a small world! He is a very valuable collector," He gave the Sloth a smile, tapping a finger on the table before nudging his fork straight, "You are far too skinny to be a Gluttony Demon, by far. But you do have ah... some family resemblance, I can see." Regardless if the rest of the world could see any resemblance between Barth and his father, apparently Dr. Fell could spot it regardless. Or so he claimed.
Chistof edged over towards Calder, reaching with a trembling hand for his plate.
"Why build Christof?" The vulture-demon's head cocked to one side as though considering this question. "The Parts were handy, I suppose." At least it was an answer, although it was punctuated by a soft, nefarious smile.
Christof hurried around the table to try to snatch up Barth's plate again before he ate TOO much of what was on it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 9:14 pm
"Oh err, know him do you?" Barth asked, letting Christof take his plate without contesting it.
"And definitely not Gluttony. Although you'd be surprised, weight-wise. Dad can handle err, a lot of extra Fear consumption without exploding. Comes with the second mouth. I err, don't suppose there's much need for mystery about my Sin. If you haven't guessed yet."
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 9:44 pm
He was getting the impression that in regards to social hiarchy, he wasn't even a blip on the radar, which was true. No one would really know the important figures of his kind since they did not own much seeds and placed their funds in territory gain and were artisans by various trades. Being in a closed community also helped keep information limited, and then again, Calder was not a demon. Demons knew demons and had connections to other demons. In this room, Calder was more closer to Christof than the two talking at the table with him.
In that regard, Calder turned to watch Christof. "Psst. Hey. Can we hang out after or do I have to ask permission?" He whispered to his friend, who was grabbing plates and moving away from him to go around and grab Barth's plate. Calder only hoped Dr. Fell wouldn't notice he barely took a few bites before Christof had stopped him.
Taking a drink of water, Calder listened to Barth talk more about his family than he ever revealed on his own, and he listened with some degree of interest just as much as he would with any friend.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:09 pm
"Yes, it isn't too much of a stretch. You are a fine specimen of your kind," Fell reached to give Barth's claws an encouraging pat. "Finished already? Well. Speaking of naps, it has been almost a week, hasn't it? You may join Christof while he tends to things, Please give your father my regards." He finally glanced back to Calder before giving him a short polite nod as the hunchback in question huddled back, half hiding the plates in his grip before moving to juggle his load and pull out his Master's chair for him, following him to the door to hold it for him and close it again afterward with a sigh.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:23 pm
"I'll, err, yes," Barth said, not intending to talk with his father unless under extreme duress. The bit about not sleeping for a week concerned him, but then Fell was gone and they were presumably alone.
"Well that went, err, well. Don't you think?" Barth asked Christof.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:37 pm
"Well? While you were getting chatty, he was talking about making my hoof into a cup. That's not funny." He said, wagging his finger and turning to hop off his chair. Straightening out his kilt, he moved over and took a plate from Christof to help him out. "..but I'm glad that he's taking a nap now and we can spend some time with you. Though, maybe you should take a nap too? That or I can help with your chores and then you can take a rest. You just got all big this morning and you don't look well." He smiled, happy that he would NOW be able to spend time with Christof.
"Your extra arm is neat by the way. Is your master going to give you another one to match...and maybe another wing?" He pointed out, noticing the lack of pairs with this recent growth. Oh, he just had so much he wanted to talk to with Christof and to see all about where he grew up!
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 11:02 pm
The hunchback nearly sagged as he dragged himself towards the kitchen, setting the dish down where a team of small patchwork... creatures of some sort, looking fully equipped for the job they had clean every surface until it sparkled. One even nudged them out again just barely giving Calder time to empty his own load before cleaning up where they had stood.
At the compliment, he merely looked more depressed, wobbling his way towards the steps that lead down to the work shop.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 11:10 pm
"Not necessarily your hoof. I think it went alright." Barth had gleaned several useful things from the conversation. Primarily, that Dr. Fell had (if he was to be believed) made Christof on an experimental whim, and not to some grander purpose. Also, that he found the experiment...maybe not entirely to his exacting parameters.
Barth was not ecstatic about quite so much moving about.
He looked down the steps.
"There's err, there's not another lift, is there?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 1:20 am
Calder turned to narrow his eyes on Barth. "Any hoof is bad." The idea of him going after any kelpie or even being curious about it was bothersome, but that was a matter behind him. Water off the back, or so he tried.
Following behind, the door swung open to a massive kitchen crowded with small igors. The place gleamed with their combined and enthusiastic efforts, and nearly dropped his plate. "WOW! There are so many Igors here!"
Ignoring him, Calder just gawked as one took the plate in his hand and walked off, before Christof turned without so much as seeming to say a hello to any of them and started away and going downstairs. Calder trotted up to go beside him. "What's wrong? You've been grim and gloomy all day? If you're tired, I can help? Just tell me what's wrong and I can help out. I want to have a fun visit with you. I really wanted to see you and where you live." Even if it meant just working alongside the Igor, at least he'd get to spend time with him, see the place, and get a peak at his everyday home life.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 12:14 pm
"Not-Igors", Christof signed as he paused to glance back up the stairs at Barth before giving a sigh and hobbling his way up. Carefully, he hefted the Sloth onto his right shoulder, and at least it gave his second right arm something to do as he carefully, carefully, climbed his way down. Barth was a lot lighter than he used to be... or that might have been the fresh muscle grafts. Regardless, he was a bit winded when they got to the bottom of the stairs, setting him down gingerly before lurching onward. He passed the bench on which he had been strapped for who knew how long without looking up. Apparently, his goal was the door beyond... which appeared to lead to a large supply closet.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 12:31 pm
"Well, I'd meant if there was- err, alright," Barth said as Christof shouldered him with relative ease. Barth did his best not to lean too heavily towards the potentially spiky bits on the opposing shoulder.
Christof was larger and stronger. Before he hadn't been able to lift Barth at all, and drag or push him at best.
"Thank you," he said as Christof set him down. He brushed himself off, distracted by the equipment.
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