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 Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 6:33 pm
"Nrrgh," Was all Barth offered as Christof monopolized his cot space.
At the pat, though, he voiced a strangled, "Gently." Not everyone here was made of mostly-dead nerve endings.
Barth's concepts of Igorish fidelity were apparently not the same as Christof, and no dirty looks or ditched master routine were forthcoming. His current thoughts about Christof consisted of: Means well, hits a lot.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 7:04 pm
Christof's brows furrowed, trying to understand just what the ghoul meant- here? He stared at her forehead as though looking for a hidden chalkboard. No, then wh- OH! In the mind? How could she read his thoughts, they were HIS thoughts! Clearly the young boil had never encountered a psychic before, and the idea baffled him. If any thoughts managed to scramble past the static of Joy the place was permeated with, the loudest clearly came when he glanced over at Barth's hissed response to his attempts to make nice. Muffled, distant phrases like 'Useless Master,' 'difficult to work with', 'waste of energy' and 'unappreciated'.
Clearly their rehearsals for the play had not been going well.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 7:15 pm
Malodore continued to bustle through the infirmary, pausing now and then to glare daggers in the direction of the door. Maledetto gnomes...
Luce was still quite comfortable next to Riley, not so much as growling at Christof.
((If anyone wants heals, Malodore has one chime left~))
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 7:42 pm
Jamais watched Malodore bustle through the infirmary, she shifted and tried to sit up, tail twitching. She was pondering how to get her attention, giving a slight wave at him?
She waited to see if it'd come over.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 7:48 pm
"Hm?" Malodore padded over to the demon ghoul. "Can I be of assistance?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 7:54 pm
Jamais nodded, "Do you know if they have anything warm.... like soup or something?" She asked still cuddled in the blanket. "It's cold in here. It'd be nice to have that to warm up a bit..."
She said softly, her fear was still running low she could feel it but she was getting use to the mind-numbing pain if she could only get something warm"
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:07 pm
"Unfortunately, I do not," Malodore said with regret. "I believe there... were supposed to be some gnomes assisting here..." It glared daggers at the door again. "I myself do not consume, so I brought no provisions of my own. Should I find a gnome, I will direct it to you. It is up to you if you wish to have it take your order... or something slightly more direct."
Yep. It was still pissed at gnomekind.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:07 pm
It was clear her offer wasn't going to be easier said than done, as the boils thoughts were murkier than most, and only a few phrases reached her. She did manage to get enough of them to realize that they were directed at Barth, and she stifled a laugh. The sleepy demon did seem like he wasn't the appreciative type.
Well. Let's try something simpler. Will you try to tell me your name? Just look straight at me, and think about your name, really hard. I'd like to know it.
Of course, using this method might shove whatever thoughts or memories that may be caught up in his name, down her mental throat, per se - but with this much interference, she wasn't worried.
Mmm, soup. She heard the quiet request in the other conversation a few cots down, and her body shivered in response. Hot soup sounded very nice, right about now.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:24 pm
The hunchback glanced away from the still-trying-to-sleep-through-it Demon, brows furrowing once again as he shifted to instead sit on the end of Riley's bed, his ankles threatening to buckle again. Concentrate on his name? Well, it was worth a try, wasn't it? Glancing up to try to meet those milky eyes, his mismatched brows creased together, raw and stitched forhead wrinkling with little beads of sweat through the soot with the effort- Christofchristofchristofchristofchristofchristofchristof- was it working yet?
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:27 pm
"Meals were served before the crash," Barth said, suddenly. "I was in Krumm Car. The train's still nearby. Parts of it, anyway. Although that was...a while ago."
Still, any food around had to be as frozen as they were.
Not that he was volunteering to go foraging, because he wasn't in any shape for it that he would admit to.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:33 pm
Jamais nodded at the thought of the other getting the gnome. However, Barth's mention of the food on the train reminded her suddenly of the blackened remains. Her nose quickly wrinkled. "If they can manage not to charbroil it this time. I'd very much appreciate the gnome fetching."
She paused, "Oh, I'm Jamais." She added in as a last second thought, for she'd not really introduced herself to the group that she'd run into on Candy cane lane.
She looked back at Barth, "I wouldn't quite call the blacken soot meals that Groblem car got." She frowned softly, "If I had any snack cakes left I'd make use of that... but I don't think there's any left after becoming charbroiled myself." She tried to chuckle at the joke only find she made her muscles hurt worse, she winced.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:47 pm
"Really? From what I remember it was Jollymeals, mostly. Some sushi. And jelly sandwiches. There had to be storing the meals somewhere on the train. Enough for the return trip."
He wasn't planning on moving, but he was keen on getting some food that wasn't saturated in Joy. He had been conserving as much energy as possible this trip, and needed less to power him than the other students, but he had still ended up doing more walking than he would have liked. A lot of walking without eating.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:48 pm
Riley shuffled over to make room for Christof so he could be more comfortable, and watched him work rather unexpectedly hard to think his name. She was receiving this particular string of repetition loud and clear, because of it, and settled her hand gently on top of his. It's okay. I heard it. Your name is Christof. Is that right? A fine name. She patted his hand, and returned it to resting against Luce in an affectionate curling.
I don't think you'll have to try so hard next time, she murmured, though her eyes wandered instinctively as she watched Malodore shuffle around the infirmary to help others. She didn't even know she was doing it. Once I've heard your flavor, as I like to put it, it comes much more naturally. Of course, she flickered her gaze at him and her eyes crinkled in lieu of amusement, I can still only hear what you want me to hear. Just.. don't strain yourself trying to talk to me. I wouldn't want Malodore's hard work undone for my sake.
Barth's mention of the food on the train made her stomach church. You call those meals? I'd more inclined to search this infirmary for body parts than eat what those little helions were trying to feed us.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:56 pm
"Then you got lucky." Jamais said with a sigh. "They tried to spice Gromble's up and ended up with soot. Didn't even smell nice for that matter."
She shook her head, "I probably would've taken a jollymeal over that. And I think that's saying something." She sighed as she leaned back on the cot, she was trying to ignore the twinges of pain with each move.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:58 pm
Christof flushed at the touch, still boggle-eyed in amazement. She could hear him! She could hear him... in his head! How... oddly wonderfully terrifying! His palm started to sweat, feet trembling against the ground as he suddenly realized the horrors of what that meant- someone.... he could TALK to! Like... actually talk, no flailing, no horrible scribbles- when was the last time he had spoken? He couldn't even remember, although his memories about his early life were tentative at best. His breathing quickened, he barely noticed her glances to Malodore, nor the conversations about food around him. Although he had extended the card, maybe she had read it and it was all a trick to make him look foolish? Gathering up courage, he tried again, Can.... you really... hear this?
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