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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 2:22 pm
It was late, but not too late, just late enough to be dark and classes to be over for the most part when the shadow swept past the Demon Dorms, around to the side away from the front door. The front door had always given the shadow trouble, after all, and he was not in the mood to go finding lost limbs once again. The ladder was still where he had hidden it in the bushes, and carefully, he swung it into place below a particular window, as he had done countless times.
With one more look to make sure it was clear, the hunchback scurried up the rungs only to find.... the window was locked. But Barth never locked his window, he was far too lazy for that, and Chris certainly wouldn't- well, if he thought THAT was a way to keep him from beating his high score at Major Death Dealer, he had another thing coming. Carefully, he rooted through a pocket, finding his small pry-bar and with a few moments of quiet fidgeting, the window popped upward with minimal protest. Well, then.
His boots clomped on the floor as he pushed himself awkwardly inside, prepared to reach for the lamp to wake Barth from whatever Nap he was onto now when.... the lamp wasn't there. Had the Sloth Demon gotten his new servant to rearrange his furniture?? That wasn't fair. That was HIS job! Besides the fact he was twice her size and probably could lift a lot heavier things than her but... no matter, he had the blueprints in his pack and was intent on getting the lazy inventor's help- but.... the furniture was ALL different.
Suddenly it dawned on him.
Oh Hell's Bells, he had gotten the wrong room!
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 3:09 pm
Riley was a very deep sleeper. She slept through almost anything, and this was because physical sounds and movement did not affect her as much as a thought might. However, as Christof banged around in her room, a thought slipped into her unconscious mind.
Madam, there is an intruder.
Riley's eyes burst open, their bright orbs giving off a soft glow as they turned to look around the room. She could see equally well in darkness as she could in the light of day, but it still surprised her to see Christof sneaking around her room in the darkness.
She moved in silence, disguised in the natural shadows of the room, until she was suddenly behind the poor igor with no warning. Those bright eyes would be all he could see in the darkness when he turned. Her arms folded in front of her, and she cocked her head slightly.
Christof, what are you doing in my room?
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 3:15 pm
Christof had just turned to head back out the window again when suddenly the voice in his head made him jump, dropping his tools and clutched paperwork with a loud clatter as he stumbled away from the sudden orbs of light. His internal voice was quick and panicked, clearly filled with crossed wires and panic, a terrified whine escaping his throat as he backed away sharply.
M-M-MISTRESS! I did not know this was your room Barth you lazy b*****d how could you let this happen I swear I wasn't I didn't mean to oh god she probably thinks I was trying to no no no I was just trying to visit my friend I just it was dark and the wrong window and THAT was why it was locked you dumb, stupid stupid boil oh she's going to kill you!
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 3:22 pm
Christof's thoughts, as jumbled and mismatched as they were, were surprisingly informative. In fact, all Riley had to hear was the word Barth, and everything sort of fell into place. However, it was an unpleasant place they had fallen into. Her eyes narrowed slightly, which would probably bring Christof to believe that she was indeed angry, but she moved away to go flick the light switch on instead of coming forward to kill him. When she flickered the light on, wearing nothing but her typical sleep shift, her expression looked more exasperated than angry.
So, you were going to visit Barth. She said, with an even tone that sounded more than a little disappointed. Of course, she didn't want him to come visiting him in the middle of the night, but the knowledge that Barth had already marked Christof upset her greatly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 3:27 pm
His breath was still hitched in his throat as he watched the globes of her eyes drift past him to the light switch... and promptly recoiled as the sudden light destroyed his night vision in a burning blast. Y-yes, Mistress. I usually stop in after dinner sometimes to make sure he has completed his Homework and someone has fed him. Also he has these things called Video Games that are most... most... His thoughts trailed off, instead replaced by... well, things one shouldn't be surprised to find in the mind of a teenaged boil as he glanced up in the light. I... I'm sorry I disturbed your sleep.... he managed to finish lamely, although his eyes were still locked on the curves of his mistresses body.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 3:41 pm
Riley looked more and more disturbed as he laid out all of the menial tasks Barth had him working on. Feeding him? Really Barth? Really? Riley moved forward to stand in front of Christof, bringing one finger to his chin and pushing it up so that his eyes were forced to lift and meet hers.
Christof. I fervently wish you had not let that sloth mark you. He has no idea the potential of your assistance, and you are being sorely under-used. Her finger left him, and her arms crossed again. Her eyes shifted to glare at the wall that she and Barth shared, as she shifted to lean on one leg. If I could, I would eliminate it for you, but as it stands, I cannot. I am.. perhaps a little distressed at Barth's current actions. She lied smoothly. She was not distressed.. she was jealous. Barth was doing a better job at obtaining the loyalty of the student body than she was.. and he wasn't even trying.
With a heave of her chest to indicate a short, breathless sigh, she turned her eyes back down to Christof again. And don't apologize for disturbing me. I don't need as much sleep as my schedule actually affords me. If I could, I would double my workload, but the classes seem intent on remaining spread out rather thin. She absent-mindedly brushed a hand against his head. Well, she sighed in resignation. I suppose you'll want to leave me for your master, then. Her voice had a tinge of hurt and betrayal, as she played her cards carefully.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 5:50 pm
Christof swallowed, his posture stiffening as the Mindflayer took a hold of his chin. Miss Yaya had helped him start to get over the initial anxiety of physical contact, but even so.... she was in a tiny little.... did ALL Ghouls sleep like that??
We are.... are warned against Sloth Demons, Mistress... but just that they are a challenge. I had expected... well I'm not sure what I had expected. Certainly not being his Maid. His internal voice was sour, filled with the resentfulness towards potential wasted. Absolutely wasted! He had said he was an inventor, Mistress! He straightened, a touch reproachfully, Rule 3. With that short phrase came a small tangle of thought trailing behind it, quieter and more private, like an echo accidentally tagging along with the first, Love your Master more than yourself - it is through your assistance they can complete great tasks for Halloween Kind.
He is not all bad, though, Came his specifically aimed at her thoughts once again, I do enjoy spending time with him, although he is frustrating. It seemed the idea of friendship was lost on the Igor. You were either a servant, or you were served. Simple as that. If Barth had not marked him, he doubted they would even still be talking. What would they have had to talk about? He shifted away from her while she spoke, eyeing the floor, the bed, the window, the odd things in jars on the shelves, the vanity table... anything but the swell of that lavender bottom under the silk. I don't think I could manage more classes... He rubbed his back gingerly, face still red in patches, I am still trying to recover from our ah... recent Etiquette class.
When her last reproachful comment came, his brows furrowed, W-well I mean... I hadn't meant to disturb you and.. well he's more than likely sleeping as well I'm sure he's not missing me- not that he had expected his visit anyway. He usually forgot when they made actual appointments, and so he dropped by at his leisure, I had a project I wanted to... His thoughts trailed off. Actually... I did have.... um. S-something I wanted to talk to you about. If... if it isn't an imposition...
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:18 pm
Riley took hold of that tiny shred of thought that almost didn't make it, and processed it carefully. Her eyes half-lidded, but she made no further reaction to it. Instead, she moved to sit on the edge of her bed, legs crossing formally as she patted the spot next to her.
I'm happy to hear that he's not all bad. Perhaps he would have been better suited as your comrade in arms, than your master. I would have never pegged him for anyone's master, when I met him. He is.. surprising me on a daily basis. Her eyes stole to the wall once more as she said this, before returning to Christof. Her eyebrows furrowed deeply, and her voice was filled with concern as she spoke next.
Ah yes, I was worried about you. I asked Jericho to assist me in bringing you to your room, but a servant of the professor got to it before I could. I apologize, I would have liked to see to it myself personally. I am greatly pleased at your recovery, however. He did look much better than he had that day.
It was his final comment, however, that stole her attention fully. Her eyes focused on him. Something to talk to me about? Well, my attention is yours, Christof. Come, tell me about this project.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:24 pm
Nervously, and like an over-sized child trying to talk his way out of being reprimanded he shuffled to her bed, mind still reeling from the whole affair. He had been ready to deal with Barth not.... proper Mastering. A comrade in arms? He supposed... they certainly would have to renegotiate the terms of their contract, that was for certain.
I couldn't move from my bed for a few days, I believe I pinched a nerve or threw my back out or something, that test was racist, I swear! When she said I didn't have to do it, that just made it worse because then I HAD to do it. And he did! At the cost of his well being, but at least he had a lot of homework to keep himself occupied. Miss Amrita came to visit at one point... I ah... didn't quite know what to make of that. I asked she leave. And had promptly passed out on the floor for a good six hours after she was gone. But... but it's actually.... concerning Miss Amrita, really... His palms were sweaty now, and he wiped them on his trouser legs. But it has to be a secret.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:29 pm
Well I was proud that you did it, regardless of her belated pity. You taught the professor a lesson or two that day, I can assure you. It was more than she could say about what the professor had taught them, at the very least.
Amrita? I believe I only know her by name.. what is it, then?
Her eyes crinkled slightly at the corners in amusement. Oh, Christof. I am excellent at keeping secrets. I have to be. He would likely never know just how true that was, even now.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:33 pm
He exhaled eyes going up to her again, his stitched mouth twitching at the corners as he digested this, She.... if you have seen her around, she is a very small Ghoul with a very rotting body... and limbs that haven't been put on right. Well, they're twisted around improperly anyway, I do not know how she manages or why she takes such offense to my putting them on properly- Well... she is an acquaintance of mine and... she told me a secret she is anxious about and she said I could talk to you about it specifically, but insinuated no one else and so I must keep my word unless she gives further approval I mean.... He was distracted again, it would seem, anxious about his proposition as sharp, quick flashes of his... photo collection... danced through his mind's eye.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:39 pm
Riley put one hand on each of Christof's shoulders, turning him gently and holding him there.
Christof, relax. You have nothing to fear from telling me this secret. I will do everything in my power to help you, and I will not discuss it with anyone you don't want me to. It's clear to me that this means something to you, and therefore by association it is of interest to me.
She patted his shoulders gently in comfort. So just take a breath, relax, and tell me everything from the beginning. You say this girl has a secret, and you feel I can help?
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:46 pm
He did as he was told, eyes closing a minute as he inhaled slowly and exhaled again through his nose. His mouth was still trembling, but at least his thoughts came a bit more coherently now. She isn't what she seems, Mistress. Her peers believe her to just be a sub type of Zombie, if I understand correctly... but she is not. She possesses bodies, she is the spirit inside the shell. But she is stuck in the one she's in... She asked if I could make her a new one. A Patchwork body. It is still a corpse just... a conglomerate of corpses. And more durable, he added proudly. I believe it should work, in theory but it might... might be difficult to find all of the pieces, and I've never FULLY assembled a whole body before, only my own repairs. I told her I would need help. Also there is the matter of her being stuck- Would you know anything about that? He was watching her now with wide eyes and a pleading expression.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 7:03 pm
Riley's hands slowly dropped from his shoulders, and rested limp in her lap. As she listened, one could almost hear the cogs working in her head. Whoever Amrita was sounded much more interesting as the story progressed. Finally, when Christof was clearly done explaining and looked at her with that pathetic, pleading expression, her eyes crinkled in a smile.
Christof, you are so sweet for wanting to help her like this. I think it's a lovely idea, and I will admit I am more than a little pleased that you came to me, and not Barth, the word was said with open distaste, for help. I can't imagine what he would do in this case, anyway. I, however, most certainly will do everything in my power to assist you in this endeavor. She patted his cheek fondly, and then began to work out the details in her head.
A Vetala. If I remember correctly, what little we know of this species is that it has the freedom to move between bodies. The fact that your friend is, stuck, as you say, is quite a conundrum. I would want to meet her, of course, and assess her situation in person. If it's a condition that can be remedied by my power, it would have to be found by me personally probing her. Until then, I cannot promise you any results, but I feel confident that something will come of it.
Riley's hand, still atop of Christof's, curled around his fingers and pulled them up into her own. There is of course the matter of the body.. you're speaking of the kind of work I am not as well known for. You know who is, however.. our dear friend Malodore. She didn't realize it, but her cheeks tinted just the slightest at the mention of his name. Not to mention, I could never foresee a problem that could not be solved should the two of us put our minds together to solve it. The tint darkened further, but then quickly faded as she brushed her personal thoughts aside. You should ask for his help with this project, as well. That is, if Amrita is willing. Or perhaps you would rather I ask her when I meet her? I can attest to Malodore's trustworthiness, and prowess. He is.. brilliant.
Once more she had to brush aside her own distracting thoughts, and focused on Christof's hand for a moment, holding it affectionately. All presumptions aside, Christof.. should you wish for my help in this matter, I would be glad to make a deal with you. Oops, there it was.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 7:13 pm
At the pat to the cheek, Christof felt electric tingling all through his hodgepodge epidermis, heat spreading through his chest and tingled all the way down to his toes, only furthered by her affectionate hold on her hands. He shifted uncomfortably, his legs shifting as his grip tightened on her hand, his mind filled with warm fuzzy feelings and my goodness that night dress was so small and thin and.... a deal?
He snapped back to coherency, eyes locking with her empty glowing orbs, but still there was a touch of reproachfulness in his inner voice, I refuse to do any laundry that does not involve blood stains.
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