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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 11:28 pm
Oh, he'd been steaming. He'd been TRYING to think of something clever, smart, and totally in-your-face to say to Christof and he wanted to dish it out to him. He wasn't the crazy one! Couldn't the Igor see that he was being used and that there was something better than letting everyone else use him and call the shots? Why the heck did he have to be so damn eloquent with his words when Calder was trying to prove a amazing point here?!
Well, Calder has something to say now. Something amazing. Something that blew his entire argument out of the water, and he waited till class was over to say it. But, as he exited class, Yaya was still on him not to mention the fact t hat everyone was sure to jump in and make him out to be the bad guy. Also, he guessed that starting anything in the hallway would get him sent to the Office, and he wasn't about to do that. No. He'd wait.
So he followed the patchwork boil out of class, through the hallway, and out of the classroom building. By the time he managed a rather slow and massive Cyclops that had dropped his homework after bumping into the fountain, Calder finally managed to catch up before the boil got into the undead dorms. "HEY!" He shouted, making use of what had been proven as a very loud voice. He clopped his way into the dorm building, until he was sure he could be seen by the other boil.
He stood firm, pointed, and paused for effect.
"Yeah. Well you're lumpy!"
Yeeeeaaahhhh - he had nothing.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 12:36 am
The hunchback froze at the sudden shout, eyes narrowing as he turned to glower back at whoever had- Oh. Fantastic. That mad horse-boil. He had spent the rest of class trying to pretend Calder didn't exist, although it had proven difficult with him RIGHT THERE the whole time, next to his Mistress. Generally, he was increasingly trying to forget Etiquette Class in general. He'd see it to the end now that he had begun, of course, his Mistress had commanded it.
But... lumpy? Was that seriously the best he could do? With a snort, he turned to step inside, figuring the kelpie would let him continue on his way now that he had had the last word, officially.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 8:16 am
Christof was sadly mistaken. Calder knew he scraped the bottom of the insult barrel with that one and when he didn't get the desired effect, he felt a complete lack of triumph. Ears back, he did debate just turning around, but he had been fuming all day at the pathwork for what he said, and he was set on saying a few things now that he was away from people he knew and authority.
Stepping into the Undead dorm, which had a rather peculiar mingling of scents quite different to that of the Monster dorms which….well, it had strange smells too that was best left not being described, Calder continued to tail the Igor. He huffed to think of what had been burning him the entire time, and managed to get closer this time so he didn't have to shout as much. He still did.
"You don't know what you're talking about! I can do fine on my own. What would a master ever do to improve me?" He followed the boy, subtracting their distance. "It's you who could learn a lesson or two about just being on your own without anyone else calling the shots."
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 8:41 am
Christof rolled his eyes, fumbling in his pocket for his key as he passed by all of the doors. He wasn't sure if he wanted Calder to know which one was his, but at the same time, that seemed to be his best bet for escape from the crazy boil. Of all the doors, his was the one on the first floor with a visible scorch mark on the door, anyway. He pretended he hadn't heard him, a careful response as he felt his anger ebb. Just... go for your key. Go inside. And lock the door behind him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 8:47 am
"Stubborn as a mule" would have worked nicely to describe him, not to mention thickheaded and persistent. Calder wasn't letting up, and his fussing didn't stop at just the dorm. He wasn't even sure the patchwork had heard him, and when he paused to look for his keys, Calder stepped beside him and looked down to look at his face. Was he being ignored? He narrowed his eye, but then remembered that he didn't talk.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he pulled out the random junk he kept in there (paperclip, pencil, crumpled paper, leaves, something green), and found a piece of paper and a pencil, practically shoving it against Christof's chest. "What makes you think you're so much better than I am?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 9:06 am
Christof glowered, looking affronted when the pencil was shoved into his hand. Very quickly, though, he made his point. His monstrous left arm suddenly swung around in a blur, catching the kelpie by the throat to shove him against the wall beside his door, his right using the pencil on the door frame to scribble out I do not try to drown friends. He let go, jamming the pencil back into his hands before ramming the key into his lock and attempting to slip inside.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 9:10 am
His eyes went wide as he reached up and gripped the massive, patchwork arm that was holding him against the wall. His ears had dropped and his heart jumped into overdrive. His eyes did manage to catch what was more than carved by the pencil and he gasped a little as he tried to breath. "That.....that was an accident......I didn't me...an it." He struggled, hooves pushing off the ground. When he was released, he breathed out, and rubbed his neck as he watched the boil start working the key into his door.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 9:16 am
The Hunchback grunted through his nose, and from the other side of the door, Scruff was busy pawing at the bottom, dying to go for a walk. Walks would have to wait, though, the Igor was ready to hide in his room until Calder went away before they BOTH got in trouble.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 7:05 pm
Calder continued to rub his neck, pausing to grip the back of his neck as he watched the other boil work to get his door open. A dog on the other side made the kelpie a tad nervous as he never knew how big a dog could be even if it sounded cute. Dogs chased and bite and ran a creature down. He wasn't much of a fan, and if Christof was willing to grab his neck, he wasn't so sure he wouldn't just send his dog after him if he hanged around too long.
Still, he was persistent. Why? Well..............Christof had bothered him with his note, and he was fuming about it for the rest of the class because it had bothered him. "Why did you say I needed a master? How would that make things better? I noticed you get stopped by two people twice so far and you always look like you're miserable." He pointed out, wondering how anyone could defend both being a servant and having owners when it looked horrible.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 7:37 pm
Christof glowered through the crack of the door as he nearly slammed it shut in the Kelpie's face, just as a bolt of yellow scrambled out from between his feet with a yap, bounding around the horse-boil's ankles as he tried to catch the flicking white tail excitedly. It.... might have been a scareon... at... one time or other. But now... it looked over fed and full of teeth. While Calder was distracted, Christof simply shoved another note out to him he had scribbled quickly before indeed, slamming the door. Because I was a bad Igor.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 8:09 pm
It wasn't a dog, but he couldn't say what else it was either. It was plump, scruffy, and had a tongue lolling out that made it look either very happy or very hungry – Calder couldn't decide which. What he did know is that it bothered him that it was running around, making some rather odd noises and moving around his legs. He never liked things racing about his legs, and he pressed against the wall as the thing ran about, excited to be out but probably not expecting the door to be slammed and kept out. Calder wasn't expecting it either, and realized he just let Christof escape!
"Hey!" He cried out, but it was too late. The door was probably bolted and the boil was probably going to do whatever he wanted and ignore him. "..but your dog – uh – cat? – uh…. Your thing is still out here?" He called out, looking down and raising a leg to try and scoot the hyperactive menace away before sliding against the wall and towards the door. Reaching out, he knocked, not keeping his eyes off the fluffy whatever-it-was. He was sure it was going to chomp on his leg. He was sure of it.
When the note was slipped out, he debated a moment if he wanted to risk picking up and being closer to the creature running about. Better not to expose his face. He instead leaned in to read it, and then looked to the door. "Bad? How were you bad? You just wanted to leave. What's so bad about wanting to leave when you want?" He looked back down at the note, and then remembered the essay. "Did someone order you to go to and not leave any of your classes?" He lifted a hoof and started to try and scoot the creature away. "Was it the squishy purple ghoul? Ridley? Ralley? Rebecca?" Oh what was her name again? "Regina?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 8:12 pm
As the monstrous little scareon leaped to see how Calder's kilt tasted, another note was shoved under the door crack, although it seemed the hunchback hadn't even bothered to open it this time. None of your business. Go away.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 8:22 pm
His lower jaw jutted out when he read the note, frowning at the door and huffing. That was it? He didn't even make some snarky remark? He probably really wanted him to go, but he wasn't moving. He acted so high and mighty back in class and he wanted to know why. "Why won't you talk? You kept telling me how great it all was when we were in class. I thought you loved talking about your owners. What was that stuff in your report again – AH! Don't bite that! That's hard to come by!" he shrieked, grabbing his kilt and trying to keep the little beast away. It started to jump at his legs, trying to reach up.
Calder tried to push it away with a hoof, and looked back to the door. "… A Igor has no purpose or something without their owners? So you can't even talk to me without them around? Is that it? Do you need their permission first to think? I know you're smart enough to talk on your own." In fact, he was REALLY smart, but Calder wasn't about to say that. For someone who could eloquently insult him on paper, he wondered why he even needed anyone to call the shots.
He was then distracted when the playful pooch clamped on his kilt and jerked Calder forward. "Oh My Jack! Why are you so heavy?! Leetttt goooo!!!" He huffed, grabbing his kitl and starting to shake the creature off. The rolly-polly problem held firm.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 8:26 pm
Christof had tried to go about his business, but it seemed the kelpie was not going anywhere. He could feel a headache growing. Was this guy DENSE? Obviously. And insane, it would seem. No, he wasn't going to go out there and TALK to him, and NO he wasn't going to talk to ANYONE. For good reason. Finally, when it seemed ignoring was not going to work, the door opened again and the reddened patchwork scowl over the blood stained cravat said clearly WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME without saying a word.
Scruff, meanwhile, had rolled onto his side with a coo and a fart, deciding Calder's hooves were much more interesting to try to gnaw on.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 8:41 pm
He paused in trying to wrestle his kilt from the creature's jaws and, when it released, stood up straighter without the added weight bending him over. It was like seeing a deer pop out from the woods, and while Christof looked nothing close to timid right now, Calder was afraid to move. The glare said he was far past getting on his nerves, and if that grab around his neck had been any indication, the Igor wasn't in the mood to be messed with – at least not as much as he had already been today by the kelpie.
So what exactly did he want to ask him? In the end, in summary, what did it all boil down to?
Raising a hoof up to rub against the other (and to keep the monstrous little beast away from chewing on him like some pig's ear), Calder looked down to the drooling beast and then back up. "Does having a master really make you happy? Does it make your life better?" It was something he wondered as of late, and he wondered if it was worth it in the end. Was the Igor actually happy or did he just think he was because of how he was raised, and, in the end, could that same happiness be applied to, say, anyone adopting a master?
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