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 Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 10:56 am
Time ticked on, and while it healed most wounds still the events of the trip past settled heavily on the hunchback's mind. He found his distractions, though, reading his new book, working on the Lepus Project, and generally fretting about... the Dragon Incident.
But what was done was done. Nothing more to it than ride it out and hope for the best.
He had made reparations with Calder and... Barth mostly. They still felt awkward but at least they were talking again- or rather, seeing each other.
Even so, he found himself wondering about the OTHER project. Was Amrita still angry? Was she alright since that horrible trip? Was his invention working or had it slaughtered the awful Death Charm in its sleep? That was a cheery thought. He shifted, shuffling to get dressed.
It was time for another distraction, and hopefully good dead. He needed to check on the ghoul if only to set his nerves straight.
Full of intent, Christof shuffled down the hallway to the stairs that lead to the basement level of undead dormitories. Hopefully Amrita would be happy to see him. Hopefully. Few people were, it would seem.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 10:43 pm
Amrita had thought about going to see Christof. In the end she never did, afraid that she was going to upset him again or get in his way. The note and the crate made things a little clearer too, so perhaps a small part of the reason also had to do with embarrassment for the misunderstanding. Not that she understood anyway, but that there was a reason he'd gotten so, well, defensive. In the end, she figured it would be easier to let fate step in when it came to seeing him next, so she continued on with her unlife as she always had; school, friends, school, work, practice, school and DC.
Making it to the level that her room was on, one would clearly notice an oddly moving, somewhat open door; upon further inspection it would prove to be Amrita's. Not only that, but the little Vetala was attempting to push open the door a little oddly; she was using a chair, and apparently putting all of her slight weight into it.
Her attempts to prop open the door were only slightly failing, and she didn't even notice the Igor come closer.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 6:13 pm
Christof blinked and hesitated as he saw movement about her doorway, quietly and gingerly approaching to gently set a hand on the door to hold it open as he peaked inside. What was the small ghoul up to? Perhaps she needed help? The prospect pleased him. He knew where he stood with helping.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 6:41 pm
Suddenly, there was no door pushing against the chair. With a screech of wooden legs on stone the chair slid into the hallway...followed shortly by a surprised cry and the fwump of a little body hitting the ground. Then, silence.
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"Whaaaaaaaat...." Amrita breathed out in surprise, clearly baffled as to what happened. A moment or two later she pushed herself up onto all fours, and then sat back on her feet, staying on her knees on the ground. It was when she went to scratch her head that she noticed a foot that was clearly not hers; following it up, she found herself staring at...Christof?
Apparently she didn't know what to do. She sat on her knees, her backwards hands suspended in the action she never quite finished, and her expression the best 'doe in the headlights' she had ever pulled off.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 6:47 pm
Christof flushed, glancing a way a moment as he raised a hand in timid greating before raising it further to rub the back of his neck. He swallowed thickly before letting go of the door and pointed to the chair with furrowed eyebrows and a confused expression. At least his gaze went back to her. Avoidance wasn't going to help matters, he was sure.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 7:11 pm
"Oh." The little Vetala said belatedly, the hand closest to her head moving to wave back, flexing her fingers while the other arm remained suspended for nothing. When Christof released the door it caught on the chair and held it open which, apparently, was what she wanted.
"...Oh! T-THANK YOU!" Amrita cheered, awkwardly climbing to her feet, pressing a hand against the nearby wall to steady herself. Oh, wait, Christof wouldn't have been here just to help open her door! Wait, why was he here...? She watched him point at the chair, and for a moment she just stood there, her gaze elsewhere while her hands twisted with some hair over her shoulder.
"Wh-what are you doing here...?" Apparently figuring out why he was here was more important than what she was doing.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 8:52 pm
He glanced away bashfully, shifting and suddenly realizing a notebook might have been smart. He was getting spoiled by sign language and pickled tongues. With a deep breath and more nervous fidgeting he motioned to his chest before gesturing to her, his face still red in patches. She wasn't explaining the chair, which only piqued his curiosity more, shifting to try to peak into her room.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 9:10 pm
Her head tilted in an attempt to understand his gesture, but before she could she noticed him move to be nosey. What was left of her lips pressed together and she looked over her shoulder to stare into the room as well, her hands still clinging to the hair she had been fidgeting with earlier. The slight girl sidestepped in a vague attempt to block his view, but considering her height it just wasn't going to happen.
Oddly enough, the room was nearly as empty as always; the only difference was it was slightly warmer than usual, and DC was in the far corner, laying on a heating pad in the carrier Christof has made, another heat lamp shining down on it. The only real noticibly different thing was the floor; there were many stacked packets of ice laid in a circle on the floor, arranged like someone suspiciously Amrita's size had been laying in the middle.
"Umm...T-thank you, for the carrier...!" She stammered nervously, looking away from him and biting on what was left of her bottom lip, hoping to distract from whatever was going on inside her room. Overall, she looked...almost guilty? Odd!
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 9:23 pm
His face lit up at the sight of the creature curled up in his contraption, mouth twisting into a smile. He noted the heat, though, expression falling once again, this time with concern. The box was fireproof, yes, but it didn't... CONTAIN the heat- He didn't personally rot, really, and Amrita didn't look much more decayed than she ever did... but the ice. Hmm. At the thank you, he glanced down from the room to her face and then down to his boots, once again rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, shaking his head. Glancing up again, brows furrowed, he patted his chest before moving his hand in a circular motion.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 9:35 pm
Amrita didn't rot so long as she was inside the body, something she likely didn't express to Christof at all. When she saw him move she did turn her head to look at him, staring at the way his hand pat and circled his chest. Naturally knowing absolutely no real sign language, the ghoul was understandably confused. As the rusty wheels turned as to what it could mean, something different clicked and she stared up at him, what was left of her brow knitted in worry.
"...D-Does your...your chest hurt?!" With each word her voice grew more and more pitched with concern, and before thinking any further she reached out, sliding both her hands around his wrist to try and pull him into her room. More specifically of course, her bed or the ice igloo on the floor. Anywhere but standing in the doorway with a pained chest! "H-Here! Um! Relax! I...I can go get someone who can help if you need it!"
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 9:40 pm
He made a quiet, startled noise in his throat as he was tugged inside, raising his free hand to assure her, no, no he was fine! His face flushed afresh as she tugged him to the bed and he managed to get one hand free to pretend to write in his palm, motioning towards where her school books lay. Hopefully she had something to write with before he muddled things up worse.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 9:50 pm
The little Vetala was doing everything she could to drag him in and make him comfortable...but when it became difficult she realized he was...miming something. Ooh, miming she could do! Frowning for a moment, she studied what he had done with his hands, and then followed his motions to her desk.
"...Oh! Um! S-sure, just...ah, one moment~" Releasing him, she turned to head to the desk...but tripped over a bag of ice instead, hitting the ground on all fours without a single attempt to save herself. "AH! ... .. . .I'MFINE!" Within moments she crawled back to her feet, taking the last few steps to her desk to grab the closest book and pen she could find.
"H-here." She said sheepishly, holding the items out to him after very carefully crossing the rooms distance back to him.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 9:54 pm
He accepted the book thankfully, sitting on her bed now awkwardly as he glanced from her, to the room, and then scribbled out:
Glad it is useful. Wanted to see you were well.
As he held it out to her, his face was scarlet in some of the lighter patches of his face.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 10:01 pm
While he wrote out what he wanted to say, she tapped her tented fingertips together, as awkward as it looked and felt. Soon enough she was looking down at the book, and then sheepishly up at his scarlet face. Hmmm. Biting her bottom lip, she actually took the book and pen from him, sinking down to sit on part of the ice igloo with the open notebook on her thighs while her knees pulled up to her chest.
Tongue sticking out from the skeletal teeth, she seemed to concentrate really hard on what she was writing in the notebook, curled up like a little pillbug while she wrote. When she was done she held the book out to him, looking immensely proud of herself.
it IS. IM well i promise! How arE you?
The last time she had seen him, they'd just gotten back from a terrible field trip...
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 10:07 pm
His stitched mouth twitched up a bit as she wrote back. A little game, huh? This was better than arguing at least. He took the pen, writing down in his own sloppy, large writing:
Better. Sorry, again. Didn't mean to upset you.
What is the ice for?
Subject change. It was for the best. He offered the book back to her, pretending to be fascinated by her igloo.
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