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 Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:26 pm
It was becoming increasingly difficult to go up the steps, and he was breathing harder for it. Carrying Christof wasn't so hard, seeing as he was built to carry a passenger in one form or the other, but it was still a person's weight on a bad leg. Having already gone up and down these steps already, going up again with a almost full person on your back was not what any doctor would have advised for him. Still, stubborn is what stubborn does, and the last thing he wanted was for anyone to know.
"Just keep moving. I'll point it out." He made a point to keep Lizzy ahead of him, and out from noticing any limping. Hands at her back, he moved her up the steps down the hall and towards the others. It was then that everyone else met them at the landing, and Lizzy was presented to them, followed by a rather pale looking Calder carring a wicker hamper with Christof's pieces inside. Christof's head was safely being held by Lizzy in her hands. Upon seeing everyone, the kelpie stood tall, pretending nothing was wrong and set the basket down in the hallway for all of them.
As he breathed hard, he pointed to the window, the basket, as he spoke. "Saw Christof…" he panted. "….outside…….Cat Woman." He swallowed hard as he caught his breath. It wasn't the weight of Christof that did it. It was the strain. "….and e fell…………had my hair….." Okay, he was going to sit down now. Slowly, he eased down as he continued to explain. "…….sat on ……broke 'em………pieces everywhere…….got the pieces." And that was all they needed to know as he sat down. Oh, much better.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 11:20 pm
"Cat woman?" Malodore blinked, unsure as to what Calder meant, but... "I understand. And you gathered up all the pieces? Wonderful. Grazie mille, tutti- thank you all very much," the plague doctor sighed, visibly relieved. "I can mend him quite easily. Are all your pieces there, Christof? Save your torso?" This was directed at the head in Lizzy's arms.
"Per favore... rest. I can bring a glass of water if it is needed. Of the right size," it added, for Calder's benefit. It wasn't going to divulge the kelpie's secret, but it wanted Calder to know that it wasn't going to deliberately trigger its... problem.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 11:53 pm
She nodded at the Kelpie and just kept going; it wasn't long, however, that she spotted the Plague Doctor and gave it a rather relieved smile. Being with Calder did not give her a sense of security at all.
"I... I have no idea what he's trying to say either," Lizzy just sort of stared at Calder for a while as he tried to explain; she's had better luck guessing what Christof wanted to say, and the Igor is mute! Holding out Christof's head towards Malodore, she frowned, "I found him in pieces when I looked out my window... Not sure what happened... Although, may I watch the mending?" She wondered how sewing through flesh is like... Probably like sewing through leather?
Her eyes widened a little when it spoke about a glass of water of 'the right size', wondering if it knew about Calder needing to stay away from large quantities of water due to his 'punishment'. She turned to look at Calder, giving him a pat on the shoulder, "You passed this one. With flying colors."
Then she remembered. CHUPPI WAS STILL SOMEWHERE IN THE BUILDING. Probably... Ugh, was there a way to contact her?
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 12:10 am
The head in the demoness's hands gave a whine, looking positively miserable as it kept it's lips tightly pursed. At least the relief of the mark had let up, but his brain still felt like it was going to explode with the attempts to make sense of his shattered limbs. The sooner he was in one piece again, the happier he'd be.
By the sounds of things, his ear wasn't in the basket, and his more human arm was still trying to crawl it's way to catch up with the rest of him away from Barth's room. Hopefully... someone would round it up.
In his Mistress's arms, the torso slumped, clearly exhausted from the sad attempts to save her from herself. But... it was the thought that counted, right?
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 12:34 am
Ladder? Riley had barely asked, before the hallway was suddenly filled with a terrible smell. What was that- oh, it was Calder. Still, Riley couldn't bring herself to hate anyone right now, she was too happy from the sugar, and too tragically heartbroken over Christof's broken body. She continued to coddle him, rocking his torso like a baby.
I still don't understand how this happened. Despite Calder's riveting explanation, she was completely stumped. I mean.. cat woman? What?
At least Malodore was sure it would be able to fix him. Riley squeezed the torso affectionately, and stood up while holding him. Well, where should we do this? You can use my dorm, unless Barth has a more appropriate work table than my desk. She gave her neighbor a quick glance.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 12:44 am
"If you wish to observe, you may - unless Christof objects, naturally," Malodore said, glancing down again at the poor patchwork's head, reaching out its hands to take it if that's what Lizzy wanted (though it would let her keep carrying if she'd rather, of course). "But we cannot work in the stairwell. My own rooms are too far away just now, especially since I'm not certain all his parts are accounted for." It had a vague notion that taking too much of Christof too far away from other bits of Christof would be a bad thing.
The plague doctor looked up the hallway towards Riley and the other demon. "I need a place to reassemble poor Christof in peace." The sentence sounded a bit more like an order than a request. "Where shall I perform the procedure?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 5:56 am
"I err, do, actually," Barth said, taking the hint. "Although I usually use it for...never mind. Yes. I'd be happy to provide the use of my work bench." Christof was the one that did all the working on it, but he supposed he could be worked on there, as well.
He wasn't sure he understood what had happened, exactly. He'd have plenty of time to ask Maladore. He remembered it from their brief stint in the Christmas Town medical tent, and the school play. Still, they hadn't had time to talk directly, or much at all. He was grateful it was willing to reassemble Christof, anyway.
He was starting to worry he'd have to do it.
'Are err, you alright?" he asked Riley. She was acting...strangely.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 6:28 am
Her mind was going 'Chuppi Chuppi Chuppi' when her request was approved. While it took her a while to process that, she eventually nodded.
"R-really? I'll be quiet, promise." Lizzy smiled, looking rather delighted that Malodore had agreed, happy to simply observe quietly. She's had plenty of practice watching her mother back home anyway! Besides, if Amrita was going to be a Patchwork (well, Vetala in a Patchwork via hermit crab theory) later, it might help if she picked up a few tips on how to sew flesh together from the Doctor! With a smile, and before it could take Christof's head away, she turned the head towards herself and held it up so that they were at eye level, "May I, Christof?"
Of course, entering Barth's room sounded like a terrible idea to her. He was a boil. He was a Sloth Demon. They were going to enter a male Sloth Demon's room to do repair work? She could only hope that Christof had cleaned up Barth's room before this... However, if Malodore and Riley found no fault with that, she would simply go along with it. After all, she had always thought that they seemed like the type to know what they're doing.
"Calder? Will you be staying?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 3:28 pm
Riley wasted no time in making the decision. She made sure everyone was out of her room before closing her door, and carried Christof's torso into Barth's room.
It's okay, Christof. Mistress is here. Everything will be all right now. She coo'd to the torso, which could not hear her. Where exactly is the work bench? She asked, even as she searched for it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 6:12 pm
"Here," he said, gesturing to the work area in the far end, "You can clear off the machine parts. And the typewriter." Past the bench, there were extremely strange piles of assembled and disassembled parts. They bled into a backroom probably intentioned to be a study, but was being used as a combo storage and testing area.
Fortunately for Lizzy, Christof had been diligent in his cleaning responsibilities. The main part of the room was plush, and stocked with a goo fountain, a king-size bed, comfortable furniture, and an entertainment center.
"Help yourself to err, whatever."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:07 pm
Malodore briskly stepped in, waiting for Christof's assembled parts to follow it. It barely glanced at the surroundings other than to confirm their (somewhat surprising) general cleanliness. "On the table please, all of it - as much as you have."
The plague doctor set to making its own preparation as Christof was placed on the table, pulling out lengths of suture thread and its sturdiest needles from the pockets inside of its sleeves. As soon as everything was available - or as much as had been found - it set to work in silence, carefully making sure everything was on properly. It wasn't the first time it had reassembled the patchwork, though this time seemed easier - maybe Christof's natural FEAR was making things simpler. Or perhaps it was just practice?
Whatever the reason, Christof was re-assembled in due time. Bits seemed to be missing here and there, but overall... a decent patch job. "We'll need to find the rest, but this seems to be most of it," Malodore said at last, snipping the last thread and tying one last surgeon's knot.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:13 pm
Riley set Christof's torso on the table, and then backed away, resting against a wall and watching Malodore work. It's hands moved swiftly, with practiced movements that told tales of it's artistry. She watched it fondly, swelling with pride.
Before she knew it, it was actually done. She stared down at the mostly-completed-Christof, and then pushed herself off the wall to lean over his body.
Ohhhh, Christof. I told you it would be all better. Now stop exploding all over the-
She smelled it. She smelled it all over him, and she was tempted to wrap her tentacles around him just to see if it was true. Was he.. he was. He was covered in sugar.
But why?
She backed away from him, and her eyes widened for a moment. They focused on Christof, then lifted to Malodore, and just a tinge of betrayal flickered in them. Without another word, she walked out of Barth's room, slamming the door closed behind her.
She headed straight for her own dorm, and her own bedroom, only to find her suspicions confirmed.
Her stomach dropped to the floor, and she took a few ragged breaths in, as everything fell into place one after another.
This was why Malodore didn't come out of her bedroom.
This was why Christof was hurt.
Worst of all.. this was why Malodore had called her tresorina.
Her bright white pupils swirled with red, before filming over.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:20 pm
... Oh no she didn't.
Malodore put one hand on Christof's shoulder and squeezed. "You did well tonight, no matter what Riley may think right now," it said.
Then it set its jaw (or, well, the lower half of its beak) and followed Riley, nodding to the others on the way out.
((Breaking Mal and Riley off into a PRP! Feel free to finish up in here. <33))
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:22 pm
"Thanks Barth," She offered the Demon a small smile to be polite, since she was going to enter his room.
Once inside, she placed the detached head on the table as instructed, and had taken a few steps back to observe (as she had been given permission to), fascinated by the way it was putting Christof back together. The thread used was intriguing - she would have to find out what it is later, although she had a hunch (no puns intended) that it was thread made specially for stitching flesh rather than fabric. While the cleanliness of Barth's room was rather surprising, what surprised her even more was the speed and skill of the Plague Doctor's stitching; it got to walk silently and finished faster than she expected.
"The rest? But Calder and I already combed the area below the the dorm windows and-" She was already frowning when Malodore spoke of missing body parts, but when Riley stomped out of the room, she became silent for a few seconds, as if waiting for her to return. When she didn't, however, Lizzy continued, although her voice was significantly softer, "And we gathered all we could... Although I guess we might had missed some of the smaller parts during the search? It could be buried under the Icky Stix or the boxes? We found his head buried under some, after all... "
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 9:57 pm
He nodded to staying, not at all feeling up for talking as he was trying not to puke, and instead rested on the ground. When he noticed no one was going to bring the rest of the patchwork in – really, who could? Riley was holding his torso, Lizzy was too frail, Barth was…well, it would take forever, and Malodore wasn't really on the athletic side. So much for taking a break. Rising up, he took the heavy basket up and went into Barth's room, setting the basket beside the workbench as indicated and moving to sit in a chair away from everyone. He closed his eyes and breathed out, and only opened them to look at the process. He'd never seen an undead assembled and he felt odd in being one of the only monsters around. Maybe Igors and Demons were in their own club and he was just some strange observer not meant to be here.
Still, he was greatly worried for his friend, and watched until he was complete, or as complete as he was going to get. Just as the doctor was about to ask, Riley stormed out and the Plague doctor followed soon after. "The rest of his parts are on the couch." He pointed, indicating the one arm and ear left there. "I didn't see anything else."
His foot was killing him, but he had to make sure that Chirstof was alright. "Will Christof be staying here then?" Calder asked Barth.
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