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 Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 10:31 pm
It was a slightly foggy morning. Charlie had wandered away from the demon dorms for some fresh air. Well, as fresh as you could get with the stench of rotting flesh that is that seemed to loom around the undead dorms. Not that Charlie minded much. Amrita lived here and so Charlie didn't mind at all.
Though the demon would never dare pick this place as a dinning place. He'd have to eat a lot of stinky cheese to drown out THAT odor.
But that was beside the point.
The pink haired boil trotted down the path to the undead dorms and wandered the halls as if he belonged there. Right now there was one place on his mind. Amritas room. That was, until the demon found him self taking a wrong turn and found him self trapped in the endless corridors the dorms seemed to have. Every turn he took looked just like the last.
The demons pace quickened. He half expected to run into some twin ghouls at the end of every hall. Part of him wished he had the shining right about now.
But that was another book.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 10:49 pm
Somehow he had made it all the way THROUGH the building, which was a shame, considering the stairs that lead down to Amrita's room were just past the very first turn he took wrong, but instead he was greeted by a glimmer of foggy morning, and a horrible rumbling noise followed by what sounded like a small explosion and a muffled yelp drifting from outside the rear of the building.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 10:52 pm
A yelp? EXPLOSION? Possibly Mac?
NAH.
Couldn't be. Mac, as far as Charlie knew was not one to wander the halls of the undead dorm. But now there was a mystery to be solved. The mystery of who was behind that sound.
Naturally Charlie followed it the best he could. That was til he tripped over something and fell flat on his face. The demon laid there spread eagle for a moment.
"...."
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 11:18 pm
As the smoke cleared and the undead near whatever it was that had made the noise and produced said smoke finished his muffled coughing, he turned to glower at the shape that had suddenly intruded... Wait. It was that dumb psudodemon from class! What was he doing here?
The hunchbacked figure brushed off his white coat, immediately stuffing the extra arm he had recently re-tailored the coat to fit into his pocket to at least draw attention away from it as he pushed the goggles up his nose. Both pieces of equipment had stopped the soot from his eyes, but the expression underneath was contorted with displeasure at being spotted.
No one slept like the dead, save for maybe Master Barth, he thought the obscure time would lead to privacy. Apparently he was wrong. He approached Charlie slowly, giving him an experimental nudge with a boot.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 11:24 pm
It took a moment for the boot nudges to click in the demons brain. But when they clicked, they clicked and sent Charlie sitting up almost unnaturally fast. He looked around, his face and front caked in mud, a little confused at first. It wasn't til he looked up and saw Christof looming over him did he come to. Sort of.
"WHOAH!" The demon gasped, " I remember you from class. Yeaaaaah." The demon got up and began to wipe his face off with the undeads coat. Charlie had not even asked, he just went ahead and did the deed as if he was using an ordinary napkin.
Then it dawned on him.
"Say, Im on a case right now," Charlie looked up at the patchwork almost craning his neck back, "The case of the explosion sound and yelp. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you? Its very important. Im a detective slash lawyer."
He wasn't any of those things nor had ever been.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 11:47 pm
Christof could only give the psudodemon- (he refused to think of him anywhere near the same as Mistress Riley or Master Barth) a stern look as he allowed his soot and grease covered labcoat be further vandalized by his sloppy face and (Christof shuddered) pink hair.
The expression barely changed when Charlie made his announcement.
Right.
He wiped some soot off of his face with his own sleeve, stuffing the goggles into his pocket to head back to his work. Whatever-it-was-Charlie-was wasn't worth his time, as far as he was concerned. Whatever had caused the engine to misfire, though, that was the important mystery to solve right then. He followed the blueprints and diagrams he had found perfectly! More or less. Alright, so he couldn't find a few of the parts, but did it really make THAT big a difference? He wanted to do this WITHOUT the help of Master Barth, if only to prove that he could. And maybe impress the stupid Sloth a bit.
And maybe offer Mistress a ride or six.
It was definitely not do if the rear end decided to explode with smoke just as they started their magical journey, though. He sighed, following a hose with a finger to make sure it lead to the right metal orifice.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 11:42 am
The silence made Charlie frown. Maybe it had something to do with the fact the patchworks mouth was sown shut. Maybe. But none the less the demon felt he had to insert him self here now. Amrita bothering time could wait for later.
The first thing Charlie eyed were the patchworks goggles.
"Hey so those things on your head? Gooogles?" The word goggles seemed just out of grasp for Charlie, " Whatcha wearing them for? Are you working on something?"
All the evidence was clearly there that yes Christof was probably working on something but it just now dawned on the pink haired demon. Just now.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 12:23 pm
Crouched beside the device, Christof rolled his eyes. If the not-demon wanted to help, then fine. He motioned to the box of tools by Charlie's feet, making a motion with his hand as though turning a wrench.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 12:31 pm
Charlie. With tools. Charlie. Tools. Charlie.
WITH
TOOLS!
Christof was right to see that Charlie was a lower class demons but clearly he still needed to get to know the demon a little more if he was about to trust Charlie with tools.
Of course, thats not to say Charlie was useless. He wasn't if in included sewing, cooking or cleaning but as far as being a handyman....
The hand motion was enough though for Charlie to get what the patchwork was motioning. HELP. The demon picked up a wrench and stared at it. Then tossed it over his shoulder with a shrug and went for a cooler looking saw.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 12:33 pm
Christof's brows raised as he peered over the contraption to see the wrench go flying, one hand lifting out as though desperately trying to catch it despite it soaring in the opposite direction.
What.
Why did... a saw? What did he think- he couldn't even...
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 12:37 pm
The demon held the saw in his hand as if he knew what he was doing. Which in it self was a scary enough thought that Charlie would know how to use a saw.
"HMMMMMMMM....." He inspected the blade and even touched it with his fabric covered finger, only to cut his finger. Blood. There was blood every where now like an over dramatic fountain. The demon ran around screaming holding the saw carelessly in one hand as his finger streamed blood on the other.
The demon then, yet again, face planted seemingly tripping over nothing. He didn't lay still though he sat back up and held his finger the culprit of a saw laying next to him.
"THERES SO MUCH BLOOD" He basically screamed. To be fair, it wasn't that much. Only a knick.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 12:50 pm
The palm went to the Igor's face and wearily rubbed at his temples. Alright. Alright. Time for intervention. Apparently this... Charlie... was not a good assistant. He needed to get rid of him and fast before he cut off one of his own limbs with a screwdriver. Sighing, he swayed to his feet, shuffling over to the wailing creature before smacking the saw from his blood-covered sleeves and hauling him to his feet. Before the boil could blubber any further, he grabbed Charlie's uninjured hand and clamped it onto the bloody one to try to apply pressure, gingerly removing his own grip to see if he would get the hint while he looked for a bandage.
Great. At this rate, he'd wake up the entire campus.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 12:55 pm
Charlie stood there holding his hand like a good little boil. Though he was unsure why Christof wanted him to hold his own hand. Maybe it was a new spiritual modern day fear healing? The concept was a little to complex for Charlie to grasp with out it being explained.
Still he stood there. And glared at the saw.
"S-sorry bro. I didn't think if I touched it that would happen." He wasn't feeling as bad a** standing there holding his own hand.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 5:35 pm
Christof returned from his tool box holding a roll of gauze, not-too-tenderly grabbing the cut appendage to toss a quick bandage on the boil before twirling him around to face the doorway that lead back inside, and gave him a very gentle, friendly, helpful shove in that direction.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 6:31 pm
Christof had fixed the finger and before Charlie could even say thank you the patchwork was showing him the quote on quote door. What?
"H-hey whoah now big guy," The demon crossed two long sleeved arms together making for an unintimidating huff of a face. "I still got a crime scene here. Your Wattson dear boy and I'll be Sherlock Holmes." There was no Frankenstein pun intended appointing Christof as Wattson. Charlie was far to not clever to ever come up with something that witty.
But it was clear that Christof wasn't about to get rid of quote on quote, Holmes, any time soon.
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