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 Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:53 pm
Calder had not been visiting Christof. In his book, he was someone who could be beaten, and while fun to chase and trample, he also knew about his reign. That was not a feeling he liked, and instead he let the undead wander about doing Jack knows. Considering Christof hadn't even talked to him in a long time, he felt personally hurt and that in turn resulted in anger. Clearly Christof didn't need a dumb, stupid pony around. No one actually NEEDED Calder around. So why be around? Why not just serve himself?
He wasn't a mare anymore. He was a stallion. He could do and get whatever he wanted!
Which as of current was sitting in his room biting off frog heads from a wicker basket full of frogs he had caught that morning. Lunch didn't have the same appeal unless he caught it himself, and he felt too impatient to cook anything these days.
Chewing, he spit out a eye and let it roll into the pond at the end of his room. He was thinking of adding more water actually. His room was capable of handling a lot more water, and he wondered if he should turn the valve on his wall to full blast.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:55 pm
There was suddenly a hesitant knock at the door, and the smell of old blood was in the air- old blood with a touch of formaldehyde the frogs in Calder's clutches lacked.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:59 pm
Calder's jaws crunched down on a skull, and licking his lips, he looked over at the door from where he was laying on the floor. Undead. He couldn't think of many who would knock at his door. Christof. Malodore. Sammy. He needed more monster friends. They didn't smell this preserved.
"Open it! I'm not getting up." Luckily it was unlocked.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 10:17 pm
The door swung open and Christof shuffled through looking as though he had seen a ghost. His front had stopped bleeding, but the torn stitches of his chest still was in tatters, his good suit stained and his hair coming free of it's ponytail. He gave a soft noise, brows furrowed as he took a hold of Calder's desk to keep himself upright. It wasn't his wounds that made him look about to swoon, though. His head was still spinning.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 10:21 pm
Calder slowly sat up, regarding the mess of a Igor that came stumbling to him. Tch. Typical. Always here with a problem. "I ain't Malodore. I'm not patching you up, Christof." He pointed out, throwing the other half of the dead frog into the pond for the floresce to eat.
"What do you want?" He said, looking him over. "If you collapse here, I will chew on your arms." There was something he always wanted to try out, and biting into Christof's big, beefy arms was one of em. he just wondered about the texture and if it would be in any way appetizing. He guessed not, but he was curious.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 10:24 pm
He gave a whine, recoiling a bit at Calder's hostility. Alright, he had been aloof lately but he had always thought the Kelpie trusted him. They were friends right?
Christof didn't have many friends.
But while Calder could be dense about a lot of things, one thing he always seemed to be an expert on- relationships. And he desperately needed that expertise now.
He exhaled slowly, signing. "Amrita-forgot-me."
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 10:28 pm
Calder just blinked once....twice...and then went back to laying on his back. This was what he was coming in looking like this for? He thought it would be something remotely interesting.
"You throw a fuss looking like this and you say that? She didn't forget you. She was thinking about you when I was talking to her at the dance. Said you forgot her. Came to me a while ago just in tears over you. EVERYONE comes to me in tears over stuff like this. Calder, why is this happening? Calder, what am I doing wrong? And what do I do? I keep telling it like it is and no one listens. Just set their own boat on fire and wonder why they're sinkin."
He was talking more to himself at this point, but soon propped his head up on his hand and looked over at the Igor. "So what? She dump you for Aymet?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 10:30 pm
Christof gave a frustrated snarl in his throat as he limped his way to the side of Calder's tub-like bed, a look of desperation on his face, "No. Literally-forgot. Does-not-recognize! Does-not-remember! Not-my-Amrita!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 10:33 pm
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?! I don't work with brains." He said, tail flicking at the Igor's aggravation being directed at him. "She's your ghoul. Hit her in the head or something. Or make out with her. Refresh her memory." He really didn't get why Christof was here if Amrita was suffering from amnesia.
"Wait, so ....she doesn't remember anyone?" He said, slowly rising up with a smile. Maybe he could take her for a swim. "Maybe I should pay her a visit then."
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 10:37 pm
Tears were already sliding down the Igor's face, brows furrowed as he searched Calder's indifferent expression. "Don't-know." He signed simply. He sat on the edge of the empty tub, burying his face in his hands.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 10:42 pm
"Ah geez. Why are you telling me this?" He said, looking at the blubbering Igor and sighing. He didn't want to be here and doing this. He hated always being the shoulder to cry on.
Getting up, he went to the door and shut it, not needing a crying Igor on display to all monsters in his hall. Turning, he walked over and sat on the edge of the tub and looked at him. His eyes trailed to the large arms, and he wondered how much water was needed and if there was enough in the pond to submerge someone that big. Christof was a delight because of the fight he put up.
He was also, appearntly, single.
"I don't know, Christof. I don't know all the answers. I don't know anything about Amnesia. That's a medical thing. Malodore would know that stuff. I don't always have these magic answers for you."
He wondered if the spikes on his arms felt like horns. He moved closer and placed a hand over his shoulder and tried to keep his stomach quiet. "Ya know....you can stay here for a while. Calm down a bit. Do you want to sit on the ground with me? I have a comfy quilt." He could sooth his worries another way.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 11:08 pm
"Because-you-are-my-friend!" Christof's hands flailed, but Calder had already softened slightly, and the hand on his hunched shoulder was, for once, welcome.
He did need to calm down... but medical? No, this amnesia wasn't medical. That lock- it had to be that lock. He wasn't sure Malodore would know anymore about what to do with it than he would.
Amrita could have really hurt him if she had wanted- he would have been too surprised and shocked to stop her. But she didn't. So... so that must have meant she still did love him, somewhere in her subconscious?
There had to be hope.
Calder was right, he needed to calm down, to think about this rationally. Step away from the problem until he could see a possible solution.
He nodded quietly, balling his hands up on his lap.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 7:56 am
Smiling, he moved over and laid out a thick, dry, quilted blanket on the ground and then lead Christof over to it. Once the Igor sat down, Calder swept up behind him. "Now, tell me what happened? From what I heard, you weren't even visiting Amrita. Why are you so up in arms now? You seemed disinterested before."
Reaching over, he started to massage Christof's shoulder and back. He'd gotten rather food at it with Barth, and was sneaking in to get the Igor to calm down and drop his tense guard. Someone like him, who worked all day an was always flustered, had to have tense muscles.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 8:50 am
Small grunts and whines escaped him as he moved his hands. "Not-on-purpose! Kept-at-distance-by-" Aymet. "-Others. Told-me-she-wanted-space. Then...." Their bodies colliding over the workbench, tools clattering to the ground, the stitches of his lips torn open- "She-came-to-me." It was difficult to explain. It was confusing. All he wanted to do was what he was told, make her happy, keep her safe, but it was an uphill battle.
"She-loved-me," His hands were trembling too much to continue, and he slumped on the blanket.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 8:57 am
Calder rolled his eyes. "Always so dramatic. Did she say she loved another? Maybe being told to give her space gave her too much. Amrita came to me with another story."
Calder shifted to looked at the slumped Igor, patting his hump in what he assumed might be soothing. "She said you didn't come around. You ignored her, and in that time Aymet was moving in. She wasn't sure what to think, but where were you? She waited and you didn't just shower with attention. That's the thing with ghouls. They need constant reminders or else they forget." He looked over at his friend.
"Did she dump you or what? You need to either strengthen your live or win her all over. I can show you how." He smiled wickedly.
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