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 Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 10:44 pm
"Hurrrrm?" The mute grunted wearily, glancing over to what he had nearly knocked from it's pecarious perch with a stray boot. Eyes narrowing, he moved to join the dragon, examining it. What.. in... halloween...?
He was wary to take the tray, his afternoon had been hellish enough without setting himself on fire, but even so he stared at it with a look of intense distrust. After a few moments, he stood on his tip toes, giving the side of it an experimental poke.
And then quickly shoved his finger under his arm to try to put it out.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 10:51 pm
Jericho stared at the strange thing some more, really not sure what to make of it. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw saw Christof moving closer to touch it.
"I wouldn't-"
Too late.
With a sigh, the dragon offered a part of his coat to the patchwork in case he needed something more flame resistant to put out the fire. He wasn't sure how Christof thought poking a piece of flaming molten candy to be a good idea when he was rather quite flammable.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 10:56 pm
A few squeals of pain, spreading embalming-fluid-fueled flame and frantic extinguishing later, the hunchback accepted the coat, ready to smack the horrible thing out with a series of thrashings and yelling until the thing lay on the ground, extinguished and broken in a couple places. The grass, at least, had preserved most of the hand-made gift.
Nostrils flaring, the hunchback glowered down at the thing with a look of frustrated hatred. What... was it supposed to BE, anyway??
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:08 pm
With a sense of amusement, Jericho watched Christof put himself out and start throttling the weird thing fiercely. He was kind of surprise the object had remained in tact for the most part. Crouching down, he carefully picked it up, not minding the heat that still lingered.
There was one thing he noticed.
The... artifact.. if it could be called as such, had a blue and a green 'eye'. Looking up at Christof, he saw it... kind of matched. Was it a coincidence?
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:09 pm
Still huffing, the Igor had limped off to the side, dragging over the trash can from beside the main table with a pointed look and a wild gleam in his mismatched eyes. He hadn't made the same observation the dragon had, but then again, he hadn't looked at it very closely.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:11 pm
While Christof went and dragged the trash over, Jericho was looking the object over a little more. Come to think of it... even its... face? was multicolored like the igor's in a way.
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Nah. It couldn't be. Christof didn't have four tentacle things as arms anyway.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:22 pm
Still glowering, Christof held out the trashcan pointedly, as though the thing were about to burst into flames again at any moment.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:24 pm
Seeing the other boy hold out the trash to him, Jericho looked it, then at the thing. His eyes lingered there for a bit, then he looked at Christof, turning the object around so he could see its face.
"Throw it away? But it has your eyes!" he teased.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:27 pm
Somehow, it was possible for the hunchback's face to contort into even more revulsion. His eyes? They were half melted chunks of CANDY! And besides, it had far too many arms, even if one had broken off, and most certainly did not have wings. He shook his head as he patted his chest, setting the trashcan down to point a finger at Jericho before bringing his fist up to his forehead pointedly. It was a motion he had been using a lot the last hour or so.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:31 pm
Jericho still didn't know a lick of sign language, so to him it just looked like Christof was knocking on his own head.
"... yes I guess it also has a multicolored face like you too," he said with a raised brow, "You didn't stop by the pumpkin patch with some... four.. tentacled... winged... girl.. beast thing did you?"
His tone suggested that he wasn't serious at all.
"You shouldn't throw away your kid!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:35 pm
Today, Christof had been bitten, chased, lost, swarmed by cute things, penetrated by a tentacle that did NOT belong to his Mistress, had his face torn apart, been forced to answer QUESTIONS, wear a dress and generally harassed all day long.
The corners of his mouth twitched, as did one of his eyes before he suddenly lunged all promises to his Mistress dismissed with a renewed urge to kill.
It was just friendly attempts to throttle, really, each grappling for a throat or to squeeze a nostril or wrench a horn filled with brotherly love and good intention. Really.
"HUURMMMMM!"
Suffice to say, he had had enough.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:39 pm
The look on his face was one of amusement with a hint of mischief as he stared at Christof. Though his eyes widened a bit as the patchwork lunged at him, Jericho was not too worried. If things got out of hand, he could easily cough up a little bit of flame!
Jumping back, he held out the object, grinning.
"Careful Christof! Wouldn't want to harm the little scareling would you?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:48 pm
Christof had a scareling?!
It was this phrase that had Riley's attention, who had wandered off just a few steps to grab some items from the field and put them back into the boxes. She stopped, and dropped the box from her hands. It clattered on the ground noisily.
Oh Jack. Oh Jack. The pumpkins. She knew there were rogue pumpkins. They could be anywhere..
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:53 pm
MISTRESS, NO.
It was amazing he managed to somehow stay formal with the sudden mental burst. With all his mental wailing and occasional hissing, it was the first time he had managed to fire a thought so fiercely it was like a barking shout.
That seemed to be it. The hunchback lunged again, this time tackling the dragon outright, sending them both tumbling to the grass with a furious, if mostly muffled, pubescent howl.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:56 pm
Still grinning, Jericho let out a grunt as Christof managed to tackle him to the ground. He was actually laughing a little as he tried to bat the igor off of him with his wings and trying to keep the 'scareling' in tact in his arms. He was a little too amused to completely fight back at this point.
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