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 Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 5:10 pm
It had been nearly a month, and TG had yet to find Annabel. Most people would rationalize that they creature was probably eaten by something in the forest, swamps, or just by one of the students. Not TG. Annabel was a high class, show cockatrice. Being gobbled up was just too ...too.....BELOW her.
So he continued his search. He set up flyers (though they were at his level and providing no luck). As he waited for any calls, he went outside with a metal whistle in his mouth, and walked through the Weeping woods. He blew over and over, creating a horrible squawking sound each time he did through the whistle.
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 5:22 pm
DC heard the noise before Amrita did. The little Death Charm was in the process of pouncing on an Oh Rat it had found when the call reached his ears. He stopped almost instantly, sitting heavilly down on his rump and turning his head this way and that, trying to find the source or determine it's meaning. Eventually the little dragon threw it's head back with a roaring cry, it's version of howling along; sadly, it meant that whatever other animals were in the area were probably gone now. Whoops.
"Ah! DC---Shh!" Amrita scolded the little beast as it continued to roar with it's deep, gutteral voice - the voice certainly didn't sound like it belonged to something so small and happy. "You'll wake the dead!" She insisted, managing to not giggle at her own stupid jokes. That was when she heard the call, and it was enough to make her turn towards the source.
"Ah...Hello?" She knew that sound; she worked in a minipet store and new the calls for them. Did someone lose their minipet?
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 5:29 pm
The bushes rustled at the sound of the minipet and undead, and after a moment, a drooling Cycorgi jumped out and looked around, it's fur a bit muddy from running in the woods and a few thistles in it's fur. Looking around as it panted, it spotted the undead and started to sniff the ground leading up to her.
The bushes rustled again, and soon the red imp stepped out, brushing off his coat and pulling a twig that had gotten tangled in his horns. Tossing the branch aside, he looked over and cringed at what he saw. "Woah. What happened to your face?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 5:33 pm
"Oh! Aren't you cute?" Amrita cooed at the drooling minipet, leaning forward onto her knees to stretch an arm out, offering her hand for the pet to sniff if it wanted. She loved minipets; adored them, actually. They were the cutest things ever! Any attempts to entice the mini closer failed as a creature came through the bush.
"Oh! Um Hi---Wait, what? What's wrong with my face?" The hand that had been extended for the minipet retracted again, patting down her own face. Did some stitches come loose? Was her eye socket leaking again?
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 5:40 pm
TG just continued to cringe when she touched it. "Like, part of it fell off. I think you're rotting. Might want to replace..." He considered what she had left of the other half. "...the whole thing." Undeads in the sun seemed like a bad thing with how they rotted. "Should stay out of the sun and in some basement." He advised her, knowing full well that undeads were better kept in the dark both for their own well-being and just the general good of everyone around.
Taking the whistle, he blew into it again and looked around. "Undead. Have you seen a cockatrice around?" He glanced around.
The cycorgi, who had wanted to be petted, was now trying to invade Amrita's lap.
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 5:45 pm
"..." Amrita listened in stunned silence. "But...this is my usual face? I don't rot." For a moment she sounded confused, but as time progressed - and as the short red student kept talking - she grew more and more insulted. Nobody had ever talked to her this way before! How did someone even respond to that?! Ahhh... "Wow, You're incredibly rude." She settled for that, sitting back down against the tree with a thump and a puffed out cheek. The patchwork never really paid attention to how she looked, always assuming that if Christof was approving, it was okay; besides, her friends never said anything. Strangers never said anything. For all intents and purposes she had been lead to believe she was a decent looking patchwork.
More importantly, she liked herself this way.
"If I did, I certainly wouldn't tell you now." She replied flatly, patting her lap to let the cycorgi up if it wanted to. "And my name isn't Undead. It's Amrita."
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 5:51 pm
Stopping his whistle blowing, he looked at the undead for a moment and then was just plain confused. Not at being called rude - people called him that all the time because they didn't like orders. He was confused by her face.
"That's your usual face? Why haven't you patched that up? It's what your people do. Can't you dig up someone and rip something to fill in the gaps?" Were some patchworks just that lazy because JACK why didn't she cover that other half up.
"Or faces a hot patchwork commodity and you're poor as dirt?" How much did patchworks even own in a lifetime? 10 seeds?
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