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 Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 5:39 pm
Upon receiving the messages on Critter, Hel immediately knew what Christof wanted to talk about. It was easy, really, and Hel was more than happy to oblige. She felt better knowing she wasn’t the only one bothered by this sudden attitude adjustment someone had been displaying as of late. Instead of heading straight to the common room though, Hel made a quick detour at Mot’s room. She not only picked up the cowboil to speak with Christof as well, because Mot was a good communicator, and he should be in the loop as well but…
Hel needed her phone updated.
That’s why when they finally did stroll into the common room, Hel was hanging off of Mot’s arm and staring at her phone as he showed her how to update it.
“BORING!” She cried, and then immediately looked around for the igor.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 6:03 pm
"Boring? Hel, you need to know this! I can't always come to you when you need help with something that's technologically centered." Mot huffed, sitting himself down in the common room of the reaper dorms. "A thank you would be nice~"
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 11:49 pm
Christof had patched himself up, cleaned himself up, but still looked stressed and disheveled as he loomed in the corner of the Reaper Dorm's common. He rarely ventured in here, he didn't know many Reapers well enough to warrant a visit. He didn't waste energy admiring the decor, though, mismatched fists clenched around the notebook he had brought to make things easier. At the sight of the wingless Valkyrie and her boil, he perked up. The last time they had spent any sizable amount of time together had been on a trip to the haunted house... which had not turned out very favorable. He stiffly raised a clawed hand in greeting.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 5:47 am
“Noooooo Mot, I do not need to know this….this is what I have you for. You will be my phone god even after I graduate.” She winked and then waggled her fingers at him. “I am glad you showed me, but actually…” She paused. “I am not going to do this update! MOT! I saw images on the Gruegle of this new… system and I do not like it.” She made a decisive nod of her head. “So no updating now.” She turned back to Christof, and despite the circumstances that drew them together today, she offered the igor a wide smile. “Hey!” She greeted. “Glad you could come.” She then looked at Mot who had sat down, and rested her hands on her hips. “Uh, Mot, we can not sit so close to the fire! He is an undead!” But she wouldn’t make the cowboil get up, oh no. She charged the couch Mot was sitting on, slammed into it, and then pushed all the way to the corner Christof was in. “There.” She then flopped down next to Mot, and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.” She smirked, and then turned back to Christof. “So let us not beat around the bush. You want to talk about that b***h parading around calling herself Amrita now, ya?”
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 2:42 pm
Mot simply sighed. He would not be Hel's phone b***h for eternity. He'd have to cut her loose to teach her a lesson next time she demanded help with her phone. After all, half way through she decided she didn't want the update anymore. "Oh for Pete's sake!" He huffed, leaned his chin in his hand. He smiled and raised a hand to greet Christof, a small chuckle escaping him when Hel reminded him about the fire. "Oh right. Sorry, Christof. I'll..." His attention turned to Hel as she charged him. He yelped and lifted his long legs onto the edge of the seat cushion and went along for the sudden ride across the room. The couch came to a halt, and a frazzled Mot gave Hel a sideways glance as she kissed his cheek. Sometimes she was much too wild and forward! The nerve! "Ahem.. yes. The Amrita situation." He coughed, sitting himself in a proper manner once more.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 3:27 pm
As the couch was suddenly hauled closer to where he hovered, the Igor staggered out of the way as though ready to jump for cover. Well. That was... direct. He appreciated the gesture all the same. Once Mot and she were resettled, Christof cleared his throat, giving a pointed nod and a tight whine. His brows furrowed as he limped to sit on the couch heavily beside the skinny cowboil Reaper, flipping to a fresh page of his notebook to scribble out the message: Amrita is not a b***h. Do not call her that.
She is not acting like herself, though, no.
Tried to speak with her.
She nearly ripped me open.His expression softened, pain creeping into his features, and he left it at that as he offered what he had written out to the couple.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 3:42 pm
Mot harassment continued. As Christof sat on the other side of the cowboil, Hel was leaning all over Mot to see what the igor was writing. “Nah, I am going to have to disagree with you, friend.” Hel replied, firm in her words. “The one right now? She is a b***h. She put her hand through my chest, and then mocked me the day after with a get well card and a bouquet of flowers that Amrita usually wears in her hair.” Hel scowled as she recalled the memory. “But she tried to rip you open too, huh? Why for?” The ghoul paused, and drummed her fingers on Mot’s shoulder in thought. “When we were in the Tear…she seemed fine…well…as fine as we all could be during what was going on…but I guess…” Her brows furrowed. “She was acting…different when we got back…and then on forth.”
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Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2013 10:13 am
"Gosh... she's been on quite the rampage..." It was then he remembered Amrita when she was injured, how she said she'd gotten it from fighting. But he'd promised not to tell, so he dared not mention it. A promise was a promise, after all. he'd not betray her trust. "I haven't really noticed anything odd.. other than what you two have mentioned."
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 12:17 pm
Christof's face was written in panic as he hovered over his notebook again, scribbling furiously before holding it out to Hel, his stitched features trembling:
She does not remember me. She said she does not.
Everything. Nothing. All we have done together. Gone. Gone.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 12:29 pm
Hel grimaced. “That is because you have not been around her yet…trust me, you would notice…even when she is dishing out the honey to attract bees it is just…” Hel’s lips twisted. “Calculated.” The reaper moved then, getting up from the couch and then sat next to Christof, putting the undead between the two reapers. She watched him scribble down in a panic, and her brows furrowed deeply. “Nothing at all…” She murmured. “Well…maybe it has something to do with the locks…?” Hel started. “…Or maybe that offer? Ah…” She looked over at Mot. “During the Tear, we were given the chance to offer up limbs or our hearts in order to forget…” She hummed. “I am not certain if Amrita gave up anything…but how much can these locks repress as well?” She tapped hers, and then looked up at Christof. “Aside from believing something happened to her that night at the Tear…I am not sure what to think, honestly.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 11:21 pm
The lock... he knew something had to have been up with that. It wasn't until he had touched it that she had lashed out at him... But the fact of the matter remained. He looked up at Hel, pain clearly visible in his mismatched eyes and stitched, lopsided features. His hand was shaking as he wrote: She decided to give up me?
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 5:59 am
Hel’s eyes flickered between Christof’s face and what he wrote, and she wasn’t expecting that, to be honest, but regardless, it made her heart ache for the undead. No one wanted to be given up on or forgotten…and with the way things had been playing out…it seemed to have happened, huh? The reaper fell silent for a moment though, and her brows furrowed in thought. So Christof was really close to Amrita…? But then…what about that stuff with Amrita and Aymet? Ugh…this was probably a can Hel shouldn’t open…that just seemed like a whole other field. She didn’t want to sit here and figure out someone else’s love life. Hel finally snapped back to it, and she grimaced. “I…do not know, friend.” She admitted, looking none too pleased. “I am saying she could have…or maybe her memories of you are repressed by the lock.” The reaper touched hers briefly. “I think…the locks will go away when all of our memories are restored and I think they are restored when we feel something similar to one of our memories…”
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 8:57 am
That, at least gave the hunchback hope. He shifted on the seat, grunting as he twisted to face her, his hands moving frantically before he remembered she probably couldn't understand sign, and returned to his paper. I must make her remember!
Have to!He started to write something else, but stopped himself, brows furrowed down at the paper. Certain things couldn't easily be put into words. Instead, he glanced back up at the reaper again, a hand rising up to rest on his chest. Amrita loved him. She had to have... why else would she have come to him so many times? Loved him like he loved her.... He was no Student Council President. He was no impressive monstrous dragon. He was just an Igor. An Igor she had helped him realize was much more. Maybe they wouldn't one day retire in a nice little cottage on Barth's property together... maybe they didn't have a future together. But what sort of man was he if he didn't fight for her? Didn't try? They had known each other so long, both grown so much over their years together. She didn't remember anything, it would seem. Not the body he had carefully and lovingly crafted for her, not their times flying into the distance on Chopper, not.... those many times in his strappy chair or on the workbench where tools were scattered in the throws of their passion... Those were private memories, though, and he wasn't about to tell Hel about that.
Will you help? He finally wrote.
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 9:29 am
Hel did look befuddled as Christof started signing, and then she gave him a small apologetic grin. “Yanno…” She mused, and then gestured at him idly. “I think I should start learning that…signing thing…it would keep me occupied, ya? Plus it would be smoother to converse with you.” She looked down as he resumed writing, and couldn’t help but smile at his determination. She glanced up at him, and then back down as he resumed, but then stopped. A brow arched in curiosity, and she glanced down at the hand he placed over his heart, and was content to be silent…it seemed to wanted to say something, so she’d wait. When he finally did ask, Hel grimaced. “Uh…eh heh…” The reaper scooted closer to the undead, and lowered her voice…as if that b***h might be lurking in a corner ready to call her out. “You see, friend…I am stuck between a wall and a hard place right now…I swore my loyalty to that ghoul…and I will not do anything to go against that promise… but—“ It was here, Hel grinned. “I will push all the lines and boundaries without crossing that line…aaaaaand~” She drawled. “I think being loyal to someone means doing what you think is best for them.” Her grin widened. “So ya, I will help.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 6:23 pm
Christof knew first hand about Loyalties and priorities- about loving a Master without wanting to obey their every command. Maybe not exactly the same as Hel's position, but enough. It did make him sick to his stomach to even temporarily put Amirta in the same mental category as Dr. Fell... but with the way she was acting lately... He nodded, brows furrowing as he tried to collect his thoughts. Carefully, he wrote down: Will try to help her remember. House Cup coming, things busy. After sometime, will show her workshop. Will show her Chopper. Show her Firth. Showed her Secret Place already, she did not know it. Maybe more familiar things will exhume memories?As she read, he smiled softly at his own recollection. Amrita had learned Sign Language for him, as had his friends. It was inconvenient, but the only work-around for his Master's insane demands he could fathom that didn't result in physical pain. He added in the margin, Will leave sign book for you what is Dorm #?and as an afterthought: Thank you. After he wrote this, he placed a hand on his heart, giving her (and Mot) a polite bow.
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