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 Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:42 pm
Oh, Hell's Bells its in Chopper I think just... just stay calm, Mistress! He limped away a few steps, glancing around frantically for where the damn Fear-Guzzler had gone.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:44 pm
Okay. Her tentacle hacked. I will. Just. It let out a terrible wheezing sound. Stay calm.
Calm.
The bench was so comfortable looking. She knew the best way to stay calm would be to just curl up and take a nap.. but first, the popcorn had to come out.
And with a few more hacks, it did. The wet little morsel fell to the floor, and Riley sighed, settling her head down on the bench. You go find that antidote. I'll just..
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:49 pm
Christof gave a whine, hobbling back towards her frantically, No no no Mistress sit up sit up! No wait or is it lay down? I don't understand you non-deads! Where where- Mistress, what color are the Dragon's Wings? He found the small rusty remote on the floor, retrofitted from one of Barth's endeavors before flipping it frantically, praying the vehicle would listen to the signal.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:55 pm
Riley settled her hands under her head, and her eyes fluttered. Mmm.. hmm? Jericho's wings? They're.. red, of course. What a silly question. Her eyes closed, and she snuggled into herself. Red, such a pretty color. The color of Malodore. The color of blood. I like it.
Her voice had gotten quieter and quieter with each word, and then she fell silent for a bit.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 12:10 am
By the time there was the flash of angry headlights, Christof was at his wits end, violently throwing the remote at his creation before it angrily zipped around to try to run him over. With a snarl, he caught it by the wheel with his monstrous left hand, prickling spikes with the effort as he wrenched the saddlebag from the thing and let it go. Mistress, are you awake? Please be awake Mistress I have... I have some candy for you Mistress you want sweets, yes? Even his mental voice sounded panicked as he pulled out his coat and fished in the pockets. FAR too many pockets, damn damn damn!
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 12:27 am
Riley opened one eye sleepily in irritation. I've had enough sweets for today, Christof. Can't you see that? I just want.. maybe.. a little nap.
A vibrating sound filled Christof's mind, as her version of a yawn left her. Then she opened both her eyes, for just one moment, before closing them again.
You will protect me, won't you Christof? She whispered sleepily.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 12:29 am
The Igor made a panicked noise in his throat, finally finding the vial in question before hobbling over to her. Which tentacle was for- they were ALL for it though weren't they? Hell's bells, he should know his own Mistress's anatomy back to front, he had been studying it extensively- he grabbed a tentacle at random, carefully trying to shove the tip into the vial.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 12:33 am
As soon as Christof grabbed her tentacle, however, her nap was over. Her eyes shot open, and the tentacle slid out of his grasp, snapping away and batting at his hands. Stop that stop that- She muttered sleepily, pushing herself up to a seated position if only to pull her tentacles away from his hands.
Then she saw the vial, and a different tentacle slid around to drop into it. You could have just told me that was what you were getting.. Her eyes thinned as she stretched her arms out in the air, and the vibrating noise left her once again. I really am so sleepy..
Was it poison, or a sugar crash? It was hard to tell.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 12:40 am
Please, just a sip, Mistress? Christof begged, holding it out for her hopefully, his mind racing. Poisoning pigeons... what had he been thinking?? I'm sorry, Mistress!
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 12:45 am
She didn't fight him, she'd already begun to drink it, and she took more than a sip. It was gone within seconds, but she looked just as sleepy.
It's fine. Relax. Christof, I'm okay. Just made me sleepy. Need to sleep it off. Just move over a bit. She pushed him back down onto the bench with one lazy hand, and then dropped back down into a fetal position, napping with her head on one of his knees.
A few moments passed, where it was unclear what was happening, until the vibrating feeling returned within Christof's mind again. This time it was gentler, but in regular intervals - snoring.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 12:52 am
Yes, Mistress. Christof relaxed slightly once he realized what he was sensing. She was alright... just... over did it on the candy, of course. He swallowed and pulled his legs up to support her better, content to wait for her to nap it off.
After a while, he had curled up over her, the little wing sprouted from his hunch twitching with some pleasant dream.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 1:01 am
Christof had no warmth to share, but just like a blanket, her own body heat eventually warmed up the area where he covered her, and she fell into a deeper sleep for it. She'd eaten far too much candy, and now she was paying the price in the middle of a park, napping with an igor curled up around her.
She didn't mind.
When she finally started to wake up, it was already far into the twilight hour, and the park was dark and gloomy. Her eyes adjusted for a moment, the glowing irises dulling just enough to let her see. But she didn't move, because it was glaringly obvious Christof had done as she asked - and protected her, by wrapping around her.
He was a good igor, but more importantly, a good friend, after all.
Christof?
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 1:04 am
Chop it up to pieces, came the lazy thought, his wing twitching as she said his name. But he was comfortable and it was warm...
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 1:06 am
Riley turned her head, and reached up to rub her eyes, before one of her tentacles slid up and lazily started poking Christof in the side. She looked up at the blanket of igor on top of her, waiting for some kind of reaction.
Christof, wake up, we've been here all day.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 10:12 pm
The hunchback gave a groan, blinking into consciousness before jerking upright, I apologize Mistress! We have wasted valuable time! Quickly, he scrambled to try to help her up, groping about for his remote again.
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