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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:25 pm
If one happened to be walking past the common room in the undead dorms, a peculiar noise might've caught their attention.
*plink*
A grunt.
*plink*
Another grunt, this one louder.
*plink*
A third grunt, more distressed than the second.
*plink*
If at all possible, a grunt that sounded slightly more like a groan.
*plink*
A rather large undead sat on a small wooden stool, his knees drawn up to his chest. There were other, more comfortable chairs about but for some reason the draugr had chosen this one wooden stool in particular. Across his lap was stretched a pair of dark slacks. One ham-sized fist clutched a minuscule sewing needle while the other hand was making every attempt to hold on to one tiny black button.
Making every attempt, and failing miserably when the button kept falling to the floor.
"Herryk does not have the PATIENCE for this."
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:29 pm
It would be sort of hard to miss that noise, wouldn't it. Steffani Carron walked out of her dorm room, stuffing more into her already-too-full purse with a tiny scowl. She knew that extra notebook would fit in there if she could just cram it in-- Plink. Grunt. Plink. Groan. She had walked past the common room on the way to the door so she could go check out the library and, maybe, figure out where her classes were, when she heard it.
Backing up a few steps, she peered into the Common Room, blinking. What?
She turned to walk into the Common room, shifting her purse on her shoulder, and walked over to the poor guy who appeared to be fighting with... a pair of pants? She cleared her throat when the button fell for what was probably the millionth time. "Um... Excuse me?" She piped up from behind Herryk, still holding onto her purse like it would protect her.
You know, in case he threw the stool at her or something.
"You look like you need help." Steffani offered, grinning a little. Sewing came naturally; it sort of had to, all things considered. Which was why watching someone struggle made her feel better about herself. Clearly she had TALENTS.
Her Creator just needed to get over the whole 'running off to the maul instead of cleaning the rat traps' thing.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 3:11 pm
Herryk grunted and slowly turned around from his ridiculous looking position on the stool, thick brows drawn down in a neanderthal-esque frown. Herryk might need help and he was not above asking for it. When his gaze caught that of the ghoul who had approached, that frown melted away and soon enough bright shiny white chompers made an appearance from behind a big rather toothy grin.
"Herryk does not know much of sewing. Herryk's friend Calder has tried to teach Herryk with help of Amrita, but such a task is not easily done..." he lifted his hands disgustedly as if to say 'stupid, fumbling hands'.
Bright, almost ghastly blue eyes peered up at the ghoul before he realized that he was still sitting, and immediately the undead boil rose to his feet. Almost apologetically he dipped his head, offering a quick introductory, "Herryk."
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 3:17 pm
Steffani watched the boil turn, tightening the grip on the strap of her purse. The anxiety was well placed; that was not an expression you'd want to run into in a dark alley. She relaxed when he grinned, and found a smile tugging at her mouth, smiling at him crookedly. The ghoul nodded in sympathy when he held up his hands, letting go of the strap of her purse. "Sewing's hard in the beginning," She agreed. "You get used to it if you do it enough, but..."
It was a talent one had to hone. Or be created into. She jerked when Herryk suddenly rose, and the grin widened a little. "Steffani." She said, holding out a hand. She'd seen her Creator do that and assumed it was something proper people did. Or something resembling proper people. "I could help you with those." She offered, nodding to the pants.
"I had to pick up sewing." She said, shaking her sleeve up so she could show him the stitches there. "Otherwise I'd be falling apart at the seams." She snorted a little, smiling at Herryk.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 3:36 pm
Herryk's nose wrinkled slightly as he grinned. He looked down at her proffered hand, a single brow lifting before he reached out and took it, giving it a single shake.
A single, gentle shake. He didn't want to rip her hand off.
"Herryk's friend Mort - this is Herryk's 'bro' - has many stitches like this. Mort is a zombie as well." Herryk turned his attention back to his pants.
"These pants are the only nice pair of pants that Herryk owns and the button popped off... ah, while Herryk was on a date with his beloved." His mouth twisted slightly and a very faraway expression drifted over his features before he snapped himself back to the present.
"Herryk would appreciate any help... Steffani. Is Steffani new to the Academy?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 4:03 pm
Steffani was grateful Herryk had turned before she could wrinkle her nose at being called a zombie. It was an easy mistake to make, sure. She didn't look like a bottom-of-the-barrell Patchwork. But that didn't stop her from cringing every time someone thought she was a zombie.
Bleh. "I'm a Patchwork, actually." She piped up, smiling at Herryk. She didn't want him to think it was a big deal; it wasn't. She'd just rather fix it now than get angry over it later. "It's an easy mistake to make, though. I don't really look like one." She looked down at herself; most of her parts were matching. Her Creator's thoughtful gift. She kind of hated him for it sometimes...
Still, as Herryk told the story of his forlorn pant tragedy, she couldn't help but smile a little. Fumble aside, it was cute. "I can fix them." She said, putting her purse down so she could sit in a chair next to Herryk's stool. "Yeah," She added after a minute, looking over. "I just finished unpacking, actually." She smirked a little, holding out her hand for the button and the pants.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 4:16 pm
"Herryk apologizes," the draugr said, a little embarrassed. It was easy to consider her a zombie, after all, he supposed. She didn't look much like a patchwork, which was good - Christof was all sorts of mismatched, and so it was hard for Herryk to consider Steffani a patchwork when she looked more like a zombie. Herryk was just glad that Steffani hadn't been too upset over the mistake.
He shrugged his broad shoulders, crouching back down on the small and rather uncomfortable stool.
"What brings Steffani to the Academy?" Herryk continued as he handed the pants and the stupid little button to the ghoul.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 4:21 pm
"It's okay. Everyone does it at least once." She smiled at the apology. At least he'd apologized for it! And like that, the mistake was put to rest. She took the pants and put them on her lap with the bottom, reaching over for her purse and opening it up to dig out her needles. Without looking up from her hunt, she snorted at the question.
"My Creator thinks I can learn a lot here." She said, fishing out a needle and a string of black thread that seemed to never end as she pulled it out. "I think he's just sick of me being in the way." A part of her knew better. But the bigger part of her was afraid of that. She threaded the needle, and picked up the pants. "What about you?" She looked over at Herryk, before her eyes returned to the pants. She started sewing the button back on, moving her purse out of her lap so she could focus.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 4:36 pm
Herryk crossed his arms over his broad chest, watching the nimble ghoul thread the needle before he spoke.
"Herryk's heks mor -- witch-mother -- told Herryk that he should come to this Academy. Herryk ah.. does not have memories of The Time Before, and so it was best that Herryk start over. Herryk is draugr. Herryk's beloved tells him that this," he splayed his hands over his chest, "is a viking who was killed in battle and yet did not make it to the final resting place."
His crooked nose wrinkled.
"Herryk is not too concerned with what all of this means. To Herryk, the important thing is that he is happy and content here." He nodded sharply.
"Herryk feels it very necessary that Steffani knows of the dangers that are lurking around the school, if she is willing to listen."
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 4:42 pm
Steffani glanced up as Herryk spoke, her fingers stopping. She frowned a little, leaning back on the chair. "Oh. Well, it makes sense to worry more about being happy." She smiled a little, looking down to secure the button into place.
"I'm hoping that whatever I learn can be learned so I can go home, though." Part of her already missed the lab. It was stark and sterile and always foreboding. She liked the lab, even if she never helped the Creator with anything in it other than cleaning rat traps.
She frowned when Herryk's tone turned a bit serious.
"Dangers?" She said without looking up, focusing on the button so she could tie off the stitch. "What do you mean?" She looked up, frowning a little. "I thought the school'd be safe, all things considered." Although there may've been rumors of what the school had gone through, Steffani was blissfully unaware.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 9:28 am
"Yes," Herryk said quite solemnly. "It has become apparent after the Haunted House field trip, that there are false reapers - hunters - that have ways of coming to Halloween and ... doing terrible things."
Very terrible things.
"This place is not as safe as Herryk would like. Be very careful, and do not go on field trips without someone that Steffani trusts." That would be more difficult for someone new to the school, and so Herryk figured he'd put himself out there if she needed someone or advice or anything.
"Just be very careful. Do not go off with strangers."
Herryk, mom of the year.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 9:39 am
Steffani watched Herryk as he spoke of the dangers of the Hunters, eyes growing slightly wider. The pants lay forgotten in her lap as he spoke of the dangers. She nodded a little, frowning. "Yeah, okay." Steffani said, swallowing. "I mean, how often do field trips happen anyway?" she laughed a little, trying to shake off the sudden feeling that maybe Amityville wasn't as safe as her Creator thought it was.
She looked down at the pants, furrowing her brow, then shook it off and finished sewing the button on. "There." She said, clipping the remaining thread off with a twist and a pull of the needle. She smiled, holding them up. "That should hold, now." She promised. "But if it doesn't, I've got plenty more thread." She grinned a little, putting the needle and thread back into her purse by just dropping them in.
She'd find them when she needed them. It was like a psychic link to the treasure troves in her bag.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:36 am
"Herryk has only been on one field trip," he narrowed his eyes at her as he spoke, feeling slightly terrible that he'd seemed to worry her. Only slightly terrible, though, because if her worry caused her to be a little more aware of her surroundings, then Herryk had done his job as being a new friend to Steffani.
He took the pants back when she handed them to him, shaking them out before haphazardly rolling them up. Herryk looked almost disgusted by the pants, his mouth twisting in distaste as he gave Steffani a thankful look.
"Herryk does not wear these pants too often. Loincloths do not have buttons so they are better for Herryk. More comfortable, too." He shrugged his broad shoulders before gracing Steffani with a beatific grin.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 4:10 pm
She nodded a little. "So they're not that common." She smiled. "I'm sure I'll be fine." She added encouragingly, trying to make both herself and Herryk feel better. "I'll be careful, though." She promised, grinning a little as he took the pants back. She almost laughed at the way he rolled them up, but bit it down.
"I can imagine they would be." She returned the grin with a nod, though really, she couldn't possibly wear loincloths. Give her a pair of tights and a sweater dress any day, thnx. Steffani got up, hefting her purse onto her shoulder. "I'm glad to help, though, if it happens again." She repeated, shrugging a bit.
"It's good practice." She smiled.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 8:48 am
Herryk mirrored Steffani's nod, looking thoughtful. He was getting a little over-protective again, as he was wont to do, and he had to make an effort to reel in a little bit. The boil did love making friends, and it wasn't going to be easy to make friends if he kept freaking out about being safe and protected. "Herryk does appreciate Steffani's help," he said earnestly, thanking her. He had to admit that he was a little curious about the ghoul, and he may have seemed a little reluctant to watch her go. "Steffani lives in these dorms, then?" She must, being a patchwork and all. It was really a rather stupid question, and Herryk gave a pained smile. "Herryk can walk Steffani to her room?"
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