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 Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 10:26 pm
After the campaign speeches, Amrita had resolved to trying to fix her hand on her own. It was horrible, like giving a toddler a glass of water and telling them to walk. It lasted, but not for very long...and when using tape failed she submitted. Yes, it was time to stop pretending to have pride and go find her friend.
It took a while; he wasn't in his room and she kept getting either distracted or tripping, but eventually she found a familiar hunch in the distance, lurking somewhere behind a bush. "Christoooffff~" She was trying not to whine, but she was also trying to not act suspicious in any way. Which was...not easy. Because she was, there was a reason she was wearing a simple dress; she could put it on with one hand. Odd. She got no answer. "...Christof?" SHe tried again, her brows furrowing. "Hey, Chris---"
She touched the brownish hump, which shifted under her touch and practically deflated. Definitely not Christof. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEYAH!" She shrieked, scrambling back a couple steps and hitting the ground hard on her rear, her detached hand sliding across the harsh ground.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 11:36 pm
Christof HAD been outside, and he had been nearby. But not the particular place she thought he had been. At the sound of the shriek, he went running, dropping everything to investigate. Who- OH! Miss Amrita!
He relaxed a bit as he lurked close, brows rising. That was... a very pretty dress she was wearing. Goodness... He hadn't really had much time with her since... the experiment... but it seemed like things were going well?
They certainly looked well.
Upgrades, upgrades, everything new, better, fresher, more even and curved and HELL'S BELLS, HER HAND! He toddled forward to scoop it up, offering it out with a quiet grunt of greeting.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 12:07 am
"...!" Her head snapped in the direction of the footsteps, both eyes wide. Wh-what...! Christof! He was there, s-so...whatever she had touched wasn't Christof but then what was it?! She look frantically between the two, the hunchback and the bushes that lead to the not-christof...and then scrambled to her feet, swaying awkwardly for a moment before rushing to his side, resting her hand and her stump on his monster arm. He was certainly still a large boil, but he wasn't as big as she remembered him; funny how nearly two extra feet in height changed your perception of things!
"Christof!" She chirped happily, albeit nervously. "It's been a while! H-how have yo---oh, thank you!" Though she was still mostly cowering, she did reach out to take her fallen hand, holding it by the wrist. "I was looking for you, actually! Because, well..." She lifted the hand sheepishly, biting down on her lower lip and looking away. All his hard work, falling apart...!
"I'm sorry." She whimpered, slouching in defeat.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 11:35 pm
Christof smiled in what he hoped was an assuring way, motioning for her to come with him where they could at least sit in the shade as he worked. Thankfully, he always came prepared with his own repair kits. Safety pins, he had found, we very useful in an emergency, and he almost immediately dug in his pocket for his little box before offering it out to her.
"Look-well." he signed simply, still watching her with an odd look on his face. She really... did look lovely. Even with the poor care, she made a lovely Patchwork. Or maybe they had just built her that way. There was something calming in the familiarity and comfort in the control of how they had constructed her. Even if it was a new face.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 8:39 pm
Amrita, like any good and well-trained puppy, followed after the Igor as he gestured. Her steps were careful, placing one heel in front of the other to do her best to stay standing on their way towards an area with more shade. The box of safety pins were given a curious look but taken anyway, trying to peer at the contents through the box until movement caught her attention.
As usual, when she caught sight of his signing she stared at his hands, lips puckering in thought. She knew this one, she knew it! Aaaaa it'd been too long, what was it...?! OH.
"Ah! Th-thank you!" She stammered, the patches of her cheeks darkening in that strange blush Undeads sometimes got. "You...you too!" His arm was looking rather monsterious today! It was still frightening, but in this world that was a good thing. A very good thing. "Your h-hair is very long!" Whoa, when did that happen?! Did she know about it? Oh Jack, she coudn't remember! But, back to the box! What was in it? HMM.
"...Safety pins...?" What? Why would she need safety pins? "OH is...is a seam---?" Her clothes were okay, right? Frowning she took a moment to look at the seams of her dress, even stopping in her walk long enough to try and get a look at her backside. It was a futile attempt, but an attempt nonetheless. "I...can't see back there." She murmured to herself, lamenting.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 12:30 am
He glanced down bashfully at the comment on his hair, practically hiding behind the curtain the way she usually did, rubbing the back of his head nervously. His hands shifted around again to sign once more- slowly, though, so she could keep up, "Side-effect-of-upgrades." he couldn't remember the signs for 'hormone injections' and 'burst of fear' didn't quite cover it, so he left it at that.
Safety pins were a much safer topic. He cleared his throat, signing a bit quicker, "Pins-for-emergencies. Good-to-keep-on-you-I-have-found." He motioned to his own wrist where he had run into trouble a few days ago and kept forgetting to properly sew the limb back on. The pins glistened like staples. "Pinches-more-than-stitches. Works-well-though. Especially-with-upcoming-field-trip."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:51 pm
"Oh...w-well I like it!" She encouraged, tucking her hand and the box of safety pins under her arm so she could brush her fingers through his two-toned hair. She was quick to get her hand back to herself, collecting the hand and pins again. Pins for...what...? Good to keep on her? Maybe...safety pins were easier than stitching? HMM! Curious - Wait, field trip? OH---
"A gift?" She mused out loud, tucking the hand under her arm to hold the box on it's own this time. Awww, that was nice of him! "Thank you! I'll take them with me, I promise!" Without thinking, she then tucked the box into the top of her dress, kind of off to the side just so it wouldn't get in the way.
"B-but um, you can still...still help right?" Sewing her hand back on of course.
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