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 Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:10 am
The conversation reminded her of one she'd had with Malodore not too long ago, where she'd asked it to attempt a nice, evil, mad doctor laugh. The results had not been as spectacular as it had hoped, but they were not in the right scenario for inspiration.
She, however, could perform on cue.
There are no skulls to crush, but..
She plucked out a piece of popcorn and started wooing a pigeon close. Perhaps I can oblige you with something less exciting?
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:13 am
Perhaps it was the sugar in his own system, or the thrill of the moment, but Christof immediately gave his own excited giggle before shuffling to take refuge behind a park bench and spy on his Mistress in action. Tell me if I need to make the poison stronger, Mistress! The thought came like an excited whisper.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:17 am
Well, I won't have to tell you. If the pigeon doesn't die..
And yet, even as the bird ate from her extended fingertips, somehow stupid enough to have gotten close, it started to choke back the bit it had eaten. She was tempted to simply reach out and grab the naive bird, but she let science take it's course.
The throes of death were long and arduous. It flailed, flopped onto it's side, and turned and turned, before finally vibrating in final agony and falling limp. When the bird fell still, Riley's long, lean form stood, and her head fell back in a very ominous sounding cackle - truly the kind of chilling laughter that villians strive for. Perhaps she was a bit of a ham when it came to dramatics, but she always found that it was better to overdo something, than underachieve at it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:21 am
Riley's laugh sent chills down his hunch, and he gazed at her with utmost fondness, mouth contorted in a wide smile before he could no longer help himself. With a gleeful noise in the back of his throat, he hurried after her, giggling frantically as he pulled out his dull pocket knife, crouching over the pigeon to give it a good stab. If it wasn't dead before, it was very close now. Another stab and it's wing came off. He held it up to her proudly, Is it a good match, do you think??
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 8:08 am
Riley felt giddy from cackling and the sugar, so that when Christof spoke, she looked down at him and giggled. Is what a good match?
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 8:42 am
For my other one, He gave the wing on his hunch a timid little flap as he tried to hold the severed pigeon limb up for comparison.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 12:37 pm
Oh. She plucked the wing out of his hands, and held it up to his back to compare. her other hand reached out and slipped under his wing, tracing along it's spine to straighten it out and hold it straight, then she looked from one to another.
Hmm..
The wings looked nothing alike, and the pigeon wing was pathetic next to the little batlike wing Christof sported. No, it's not good enough. You need something nicer than pigeons. She handed him back the wing, and played with his idly. This one is like a bat. It's nicer. You don't want anything with feathers.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 12:43 pm
Christof gave a small strangled noise as she fiddled with his wing, the thing trembling against her fingers as goosebumps went across his shoulder and hunch, Igors shouldn't have wings anyway. I think my creator wanted me to look foolish. I am so disproportionate to begin with, but Igors are supposed to not have nice proportions it's part of their ambiance- his mental voice was babbling, his arms hanging limp at his sides as she fondled the sensitive appendage.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 12:51 pm
Riley's giddy, happy mood dampened at the mention of Christof's cruel maker. She made a sound of discontent, and let his wing alone, choosing instead to go back to rooting in her bag. Yes. Well. He can go to heaven for all I care. She grumbled quietly, before pulling out a package and ripping it open. Inside was a long string of red candy, the end of which she placed firmly in one of her tentacles. She sat down on a bench and left the rest of the candy beside her, while throwing a few popcorn kernels in front of her for more wary pigeons to pick up.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 10:16 pm
Christof fidgeted for a moment, but his own mood would take a lot more than that to dampen it. He practically hopped onto the bench beside her, hands clutching the dead pigeon playfully, I like... I like it when you pet my Wing, Mistress.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 10:36 pm
Riley let out a delighted giggle when another pigeon keeled over, it's legs twitching up in the air, but she slowly digested that Christof had said something, and turned to look up at him, eyeing him carefully before letting out a chuckle.
Really? She didn't feel anything in particular when anyone touched her wings, so it intrigued her that he enjoyed the action. She reached out for his hand, pulling him to sit next to her, and moved her candy just in time to keep him from squishing it. Then she tugged at his wing idly, and ate a piece of popcorn.
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Oops.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 10:39 pm
Christof's face became all sorts of exciting colors, his eyes wide and the appendage twitched frantically in her grip, "Hurmmmmmmm...." His voice wobbled a little, and with every little playful tug, his leg suddenly kicked.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 10:42 pm
Christof's reactions were absolutely, nauseatingly adorable. If she didn't care for the igor so, she would have been utterly disgusted. But he was lucky, because she found it endearing, and snickered softly while his leg kicked in response. It was much like a pup, she supposed. Of course, she had promised she wouldn't think of Christof like that anymore, but when he acted like -
Her hand stopped moving, and her face turned a nasty shade of sickly grey. One of her tentacles started to make a terrible choking noise, and her other hand rose up behind her neck, clutching it helplessly.
Christof. I don't want you to over-react. She warned, her voice mildly concerned. But I think I just ate poison. No, wait - Her eyes rolled back behind her head. Yes, I definitely just ate poison.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 10:45 pm
Christof glanced over, a dreamy expression on his face, his heart racing and... oh... oh it was so sensitive and her fingers and her touch and oh candlejack oh hells bells oh...
You what, Mistress-OH GOODNESS ah! Ah! We must... induce vomiting! Or... how much did you... how did you manage?? I Have an antidote somewhere-! He nearly tripped over his own boots scrambling to his feet to dig through his pockets, but no matter what he emptied out onto the sickly blue grass, the vial in question was no where to be seen.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:04 pm
An antidote would be.. very helpful right now. Riley's tense, but calm voice did not match the horrible choking sound her tentacle was making, as she tried to hack the popcorn back up out of it. It would take a while, and she couldn't tell if the poison was already in her system or not, but she still tried to hack it out.
I ate a piece of popcorn without realizing what I was doing. She answered, and suddenly the tentacle behind her started throbbing oddly as the popcorn was getting pushed out.
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