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 Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:49 pm
Ever since Music class, Calder hadn't talked to Chris. The Igor had bugged him to no ends, and he felt personally betrayed by everyone. He might been a bit more irritable to start with anyone's, and it wasn't improved when he went to his dorm that he had no water there aside from a few small pails and that, seeing no filled pond or the bathtub that served as his bed, that he STILL had to think of a way to get over that little compulsion of his to drown. Ugh! I was too much to think about, and he just kicked some books aside, scooped up the nearest smutty magazine he could grab onto, slammed his door, and went for a handful of chocolate-covered lilacs as he flopped on the ground. Hair sprawled everywhere on the ground, he read and passed the time being lazy and trying to cool down. He wound up falling asleep on the floor and waking up to his nose in a centerfold of a rather strapping stallion.
Yawning, he tossed the magazine aside, rolling over and picking up the magazines to hide inside a few normal books and stack them up into a small tower. Done, he go up and undressed. He took one pail and just dumped it on his bare body, before going for a fresh set or torn attire and wearing that. Dressed, he sat on the ground and reached out, grabbed a pail and sitting down to brush his hair and get it wet again. Seeing as he couldn't swim, he threw some water bugs and a few sticks sand leaves into the water and was combing that in. Jack if he used clear, clean water. Then his hair would have been glimmering, pristine, GORGEOUS! The very idea made him shudder, and he continued to try and work and tangle a stick into his hair. It was hard to do so when it didn't happen naturally when swimming through a pond or river. Ugh. So much work, and he hated any sort of work involving making him look different. Then again, he couldn't just let himself look as he could look. Well dressed, cleaned, styled hair, and braided tail. What would everyone think of him then.
As he messed with his hair, he reached over and fished out another magazine from one of the books, opening it and tilting his head as he admired a few of the latest models debuting this season.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 11:15 pm
The kelpie's moment of joy was suddenly interrupted by a frantic knock. Fire in his gullet and an agenda on his plate, Christof had stormed into the Monster dorms relieved to find it was a lot less difficult to go into than the Demon Dorms. He could actually storm down the hallway and storm up to the door in a proper fashion before attempting to beat it down. The loud motion was mostly a warning.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 11:47 pm
The sudden knock on his door made his heart leap and the first thing that came to mind was that the authorities here to confiscate his magazines! Panicking, he grabbed the smut and shoved it into the nearest book before shoving said book onto the shelf. With that done, he then shoved all the romance novels under his bathtub and then looked around. Well, that took care of most of it.
He then went over to the door and opened it, comb still hanging from his hair, forgotten. When he saw it was not the gnomes or some secret anti-smut police, not even one of the monsters in his floor asking for something to eat or if they had something alive in their teeth, he frowned. It was just Christof, and the kelpie gave him a flat look, ears dropping. "Hey. What are you doing here?" He wasn't at all in the mood for Christof since Music class. Not when the boil still didn't say anything about that punch.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:27 am
Christof snorted, reaching in to grab the Kelpie's wrist roughly before dragging him to the door, "I hope you're ready, Mithter Calder." Clearly he had some sort of agenda he didn't want to clarify just yet, "I can exthplain on the way."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:31 am
He pulled back at being dragged,and held the door frame a moment. "Ah... Fester....watch the place. ....Be good." He called out, before reaching out and shutting the door behind him. Last he wanted was for random monsters to come into his room and eat things. He once left a book out on a table in the common area and some slime beat just slurped it right up. Ruined a perfectly good romance novel.
Trotting beside the boil, he looked around before looking back at him, and then at his wrist. "Soo.............where are we going?" He thought Christof was mad at him after seeing him at Barth's place, but he seemed perfectly fine now. Calder was starting to think Igors went through crazy mood swings with the way Christof seemed to get suddenly upset over one thing and then get all bashful and shy another moment.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:35 am
"Tho you think it'th easy doing what I do?" Christof grunted, not looking at the kelpie as he lead him out of the monster dorms and down one of the paths, "There'th more to it than jutht 'Yeth Mathter'."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:40 am
He watched as they left his dorm and looked out,wondering where the crazy patchwork was dragging him off too. Could they at least hold hands like normal people instead of being dragged by the wrist? Apparently not.
When the Igor started up, the kelpie just stared at him a moment. "Pretty much. You have an order someone else is too lazy to do. You do it. I got laundry pretty much down and that was a breeze." Actually, it had been a great, grueling process to figure out how to use a washing machine and to not go near it when it was full of water. Still, he wasn't about to tell Christof that. He'd let the Igor think he was all-around amazing.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:44 am
"I thaw what you did to my poor Mathter," Christof snorted, although there was.... a touch of humor to his voice? But Christof was never humorous, it would seem. No matter, "Dithgratheful. You would have been locked away in the Dark Room for a week for that thort of behavior if thith had been REAL training! Rule #1, an Igor ith Alwayth loyal to their Mathter."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:49 am
Behind him, Calder rolled his eyes and used his free hand to make a little mouth and mimic 'blablabla' behind the Igor. This guy sure liked his rules, and the kelipe wasn't up for hearing anyone badmouth his excellent laundry skills. "My laundry was perfect! I even folded it and put in it a drawer! What does your master want me to do? Dress him too!" Though Barth did have some nice, comfy clothes. He wouldn't mind dressing the boil up. Like a giant Gren Doll.
"And what do you mean about being loyal? I didn't....go around doing other people's laundry with his? I didn't preform laundry adultery." He was getting tired of being dragged around. "Do you even know where we're going?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:55 am
"OBVIOUTHLY you did them to YOUR thpethificatthionth, not HIS," He grunted, "Being an Igor ith about thelflethneth." Christof had turned now, giving Clader the full splatter of his attempts to speak, face positively drawn in outrage. Alright, so it had been... the most hilarious thing he had ever seen. And he had laughed outright at it for great legnth. And he had revelled in Barth's embarrassment in front of the entire crowd at the Scareintine Auction Sign Ups.
It would seem that his own frustration at his own weakness had come back to bite him, now, though, and guilt made him want to make sure Calder did it RIGHT next time. "It ith not about how YOU would do the tathk. But projecting how THEY would like the tathk done! We are going to the Demon Dormth," He clarified, "Tho you can learn to do thingth PROPERLY. And take PRIDE in a job well done for good reathon!"
The demon dorms loomed ahead of them, but like always he didn't seem to want to deal with the possibility of being caught striding into the front door. He only let go of Calder once they had reached the hiding spot for his ladder, and he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket to double check the room number. Shouldering the ladder, he strode down the line of windows, counting as he went as though searching... at least it was away from both Barth and Riley's windows.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 12:24 pm
Calder was rubbing his temple at this point, making a face that either meant he had a headache or had the sun in his eye. Seeing as the sun was almost never out in Halloweentown, the later was unlikely. "Christof. You got to use smaller words. I can't get what the heck you are saying. Igors are the what now? Really, learn to roll your tongue. Like this…" He stuck out his tongue and tried to show him how to move his tongue, and then made a face and stuck his tongue out. "…or whas ith dith?" He said, before giving up and popping his tongue back in his mouth. Then again, unlike other people, his tongue was a bit more flexible. Worked well for grazing.
When they went around the demon dorms to the side, Calder threw his head back and groaned loudly. "Not the ladder!!! Why do we need to use the ladder?! There are steps right up front!" He gestured to the front of the dorm, but Chris was already yanking the ladder from the bushes. Great. He tried to reason with the Igor and what did he get? Something about how he did laundry. "I take a lot of pride when I did that laundry. You just hate that I did such a great job." He poked the Igor in the cheek before watching the boil move away with the ladder.
Wait.
They weren't here to see Barth.
The kelpie looked up at the window he knew and then where Chris was walking, before walking behind him. "So do you just visit all the demons through the window? You know they invented doors for a reason. Hey. Hey. Hey Christof." He tried to look at the paper. "Where are we going now? Better not to see your Mithtwith." He said, grinning. "That purple freak bugs the hell out of me."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:27 pm
The Igor stopped short, swinging the ladder around to just barely miss the Kelpie's head as he glowered hotly at him, "You will NOT thpeak of Mithtreth like that. And you gave me thith tongue, I'm doing the betht I can with it," He snorted, honestly sounding hurt. Ah- there was the window in question. He leaned the ladder up. Alright, so he hadn't actually TOLD the ghuol what his plan was, but that was Calder's problem. "The front door newer workth out," He grunted, "Itth thafetht thith way." He stood next to the positioned ladder, motioning upward, "Now go. You are to athitht Mith Lizthy all day. ALL day. And I will be following up to make thure you *did thingth right*. Not the KELPIE way, but the IGOR way. Underthtand THAT?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:59 pm
Horse patties. He had been hoping the Igor would have forgotten about that mess, but now he was here to "athith" Liz – "Wait! Lizzy? I don't want to assist her. She hates me after – well, I tried to dump her in a vat of water." He looked up the ladder, finding the window less and less appealing. What was worse was the mention of doing it all day. "Ohhh. All day. I wanted to do stuff. Like…live. Or take a nap….or lay on the floor doing anything but this." He looked at the Igor, but his face said that if he didn't, he would either 1.) win this stupid bet and 2.) that he was somehow better at something. If it was one thing he couldn't stand, it was having the Igor be smug and say he couldn't hand it. Hah! He was a kelpie! He could ANYTHING better than the Igor.
"Stupid lump…" he muttered, grabbing the ladder as the Igor continued to stress that he would be checked upon and couldn't do it HIS way. "Oh, you mean the stupid, annoying, lumpy way? Sure. Got it." He said, smiling at the Igor before setting a hoof on the ladder and suddenly feeling sick. He hated ladders. He hated THIS ladder. He hated the Igor who made this ladder and thought ladders were the killer bee's knees.
Grumbling, he started to SLOWLY make his way up. "Can't believe I get stuck doing this the entire day, walking on a stupid ladder, going to fall to my death, wind up a brain-fried undead like lumpy, thinking he's so much better…" He got to the window and stopped, holding onto the ladder for dear life and knocked on the glass. As much as he didn't want to Igor for a day, he REALLY didn't want to be on top of a ladder either.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 8:26 pm
"It wath a wat of BLEACH and water!" The Igor called up after him incredulously. "And I WILL be checking in on you! You owe it to her! Learn a bit of HUMILITY in the protheth, Horthe!" He snarled in retrospect. After a thought, he suddenly reached up with his sharp monstrous left hand, plucking one of his eyes from his head, scrambling up a set or two after the kelpie to tuck the eye into his coat pocket, hopefully without him noticing. He WOULD be keeping an eye on things, whether the Kelpie liked it or not.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:15 pm
It was probably lucky for both the Kelpie and Igor that Lizzy was in at all, since she seem to prefer going outside than stay locked up in her room. However, she had been working on a personal project - a dress for the upcoming Scarentine Party - and was busy drawing at her desk when she heard the tap on her window. However, if not for the fact that her Puggle, Pugs, seem to be barking at the window (or whatever was there), Lizzy wouldn't have bothered to check at all.
"Coming, coming..." She sighed softly in a bid to get Pugs to calm down before leaving her desk, pushing her drawings to a side. What she saw at the window, however, would probably stay with her for the rest of her unlife - she didn't know Kelpies could fly. But there he was! At her window!
"C-C-Calder?!" Quickly, she slid the window open, staring at the white haired boil for a good 3 seconds before gesturing for him to come in, not quite sure what to say to him. After all, their last meeting had been rather awkward, and she hadn't expected to see the Monster again so soon. Still staring, she finally spoke again, "Um... So, what brings you here? And how did you even get up here?"
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