|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 9:26 pm
Amrita hadn't meant to listen in, but after a while she couldn't help it; she had buried up until the higher seams on her thighs and then she was bored. She gave Calder an almost incredulous look.
"Why would he care about what you wear?" That sounded ridiculous to her! Absolutely ridiculous! She learned long ago that changing your clothes was okay - and usually encouraged! "That's dumb." She added under her breath.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 9:29 pm
"I know," Barth said quietly. "...we'll- we'll deal with it. Christof-"
He looked uneasily towards the crowd again. He felt sore, and tired.
"...the next Trial is War, they said. Is everyone alright? You were hit, earlier..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 9:32 pm
Calder turned to Amrita and smiled, though what she said struck a chord. "Well, to some, it might be. I mean, I can change my clothes most of the time for occasion, but I should wear my clan colors at all times. I'm representing them as a member of them, and as such, I should not go without my colors. It's...insulting for them that I don't.....after I worked so hard to get in my clan." He didn't want to talk anymore.
Subject change. These were things others should not hear or know or even bother to address.
"Oh yes. How is everyone? We sorta got hit hard this round, but that doesn't mean we'll do bad next round. We're still in the race." He paused. "I...think?" Right?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 9:49 pm
"I...see." Though she didn't; her clan didn't have special colours, but she supposed it was like having a body to possess and not wearing it. That would be pretty embarrassing, really. Still, there was a difference between bodies and clothing, or so she had learned in her first year at school.
"I'm okay! We're all still alive, and..." She paused suddenly, taking a moment to look at her team mates, and next a look at all the stitching she could and feeling for the rest...within her moving limits. "In one piece!" Arms went up in triumph, fingers spread wide. Her legs were still thoroughly buried in the sand, but she did lean over to look at Barth.
"I'm sorry, I lost your claw. Are you okay?" She promised she'd give it back! But somehow she lost it in the flood...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 10:04 pm
"The claw? It err..it wasn't mine. That's alright. Christof, you...?" Barth asked.
He was dreading the point tally. What if they had done well. He didn't want any attention from the Horsemen. But he didn't know if the stakes had changed with Murchadh and Fell looking on.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 10:41 pm
There came no noise from the Igor for some time until he realized he was being addressed.
He merely stood out in the sand, staring dejectedly at the fallen corpse of their creation. Destroyed, utterly destroyed, and he had failed to protect it. What his Master might think. Sitting out there not approaching him, not announcing he was there to him, doing nothing but writing little things down in his little notebook and watching watching watching.
He gave a distant grunt, picking self consciously at his ancient, stitched bathing suit. He should make sure Amrita was alright... but... but draw Dr Fell's attention to her? Was he still watching? He didn't dare sneak a glance to the audience, instead shambling clumsily through the sand towards Barth's beckoning, his movements stiff and well-trained as he politely slouched down in a properly Igorish bow. They might have failed the trial but... but he could still impress his creator, right?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 1:58 am
For a moment, the atmosphere seemed to grow tense, and exposed male bodies were no longer the thing filling her mind. Instead, she kept quiet until it seemed to lighten - just a bit.
"We should get going," She smiled sheepishly at the mention of results, "We're... Still in the running, but we'll have to do much better next round..." She withheld from sighing as she took one last, lingering look at the fallen sandcastle and its king; a human world item... Could they bring it back to Halloween?
"The next trial is not far off. We should go back and get some rest!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 6:39 am
"Oh. Well...sorry, anyway. And about your shirt." She murmured sheepishly, poiting her fingers together. Well, that was unfortunate...but he didn't seem too mad at her so she supposed it would be alright. When Christof started moving she focused on him, and as he gave his little bow she paused her attempts to rescue her legs from the sandy prison. Since when did he bow? Especially to Barth? Every memory she had of the pair of them were a little more...uh, violent.
The ghoul frowned, then turned to look at the stands. Clearly, something - rather, someone - was out there making him change. She had a few ideas, but...
"Y-yeah..." Amrita murmured in response to Lizzy, finally freeing her legs and standing. She dusted herself off, she fixed the hat on her head and then she headed towards Lizzy, making a brief stop to pat the Igor's arm. "We'll do better next time! Glad you're okay~" And with that she headed towards Lizzy, stumbling a bit in the sand.
"Jaaaack this stuff is haaard to walk in!" The Vetala quietly whined to her friend, only happily leaving to get back on more stable ground...and to maybe change. Or wash out her stitches! Damn, she did not think of the sand getting into her stitches before she buried her legs...aaa!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 1:33 pm
"I value my neck more than the shirt. ...Thank you, Amrita. For earlier."
Barth acknowledged Christof's gesture with a stiff nod.
It was the only answer he needed to his unspoken question. While they were in public, they would all have to watch it. And Christof was on his best igorly behavior. Still...
"Yes," he said gratefully to Lizzy, "Rest. ...Any last orders for the day, Captain?"
However subservient Christof was, he couldn't change the roster.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 1:35 pm
Christof's already pallid, mismatched features went pale at the announcement, and he twisted his hands. "Not-so-loud!" He kept his back to the crowd as he signed, picking at his bathing suit, "Should-wash-off. All-sandy. Can't-have-untidy-Master."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 1:51 pm
"It's public knowledge. And we're both being louder than we should be," Barth cautioned. Just stick to nodding and gesturing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 2:31 pm
Again, that look of dread. He nodded stiffly, but there was a darting of eyes towards the crowd. Then Dr Fell knew. Well... well, he already knew Barth was a sloth demon, right? So it would make sense for... for paper work's sake and... responsibility and...
Maybe this wasn't so bad. Maybe it would show him what a good team they made? Maybe? He glanced across the field, suddenly glad he hadn't followed Mistress. Barth at least was inherently slippery.
He made a small grunt before hobbling towards the ocean to try to rinse himself a bit less sandy.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
