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 Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 4:20 pm
Christof slowed when he felt the hand on his, immediately flushing afresh as he turned his attention to that hopeful little half-rotten face. Soon? That was up to Malodore, really. He might go poke his head over to it's room at some point to ask on her behalf but-
wait.
Had Amrita just said what he thought she had said? She had been.... IN Mistress's body? He blinked down at her in confusion. He knew she had been helping her with the mental side of things but.... but... INSIDE MISTRESS?
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 12:18 pm
"Yup." Amrita confirmed with a nod; had she noticed his confusion, or did she just want to talk about it? It was hard to tell. She lightly swung their hands in a rather childish manner, head tilting as she recalled the whole terrible ordeal. "Riley let me control her body...n-not a possession because jack I can't possess living things...I don't know what she did but she did it, and--" Her half-rotten little face scrunched up unhappily, her free hand moving to press against the fabric that covered her concave chest. "It...it felt really weird in a bad way. Her heart beats, did you know that? It's weird." The little ghoul sounded scandalized.
"B-but she wouldn't let me out and she was staring to be really mean and said she didn't care and..." Her head dropped sheepishly to look at the floor, her toe twisting in the frosty ground behind her. "A-and I got kind of mad, so..." And that was how she got out, clearly that explained everything.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 1:47 pm
Christof looked thoughtful himself for a few moments before shuffling to a fresh page of his notebook, carefully choosing his words as he wrote out for the ghoul:
Mistress is very clever.
It was more than likely a
test to make you stronger.
She would never purposefully
harm a comrade, I am sure.
With that, he smiled softly, giving the little rotten ghoul a ginger pat on the shoulder before leading her towards the door to the freezer.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 1:57 pm
"She did say she was proud of me, so she did it on purpose." Amrita nodded after reading what he had written, moving to follow him out of the freezer, looking back over her shoulder at the box that held her new body. Heee, this was going to be so exciting! When she turned back to see where she was going, she forgot about the earlier silence he had enforced, and instead blurted out a question.
"When you got bigger, did someone build you a new body, too?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 2:17 pm
He hesitated as he peered around the large heavy freezer door, glancing back at her around his hunch before flushing. Fidgeting, he nodded, looking somewhat resigned as he held it open for her to pad out into the warm.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 2:34 pm
Ooooh, so someone did make him a new body?! That was...cool! But wait, he wasn't a Vetala, and to her knowledge he wasn't a sort of possessing parasite...how did an upgrade work to a regular patchwork? Hmm! She was curious, but not curious enough to ask, apparently. Well, except for one question: "Did it hurt?"
Once they were out of the cold, it took an understandable few minutes for her to even feel it, and as her limbs got easier to move again she set to unwinding his scarf from around her tiny neck and shoulders. "Umm...here, thank you again." Smiling at him, she held out his scarf, letting him decide whether or not he wanted it back now.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 7:07 pm
Did it hurt?
That was a tricky question.
Was it highly uncomfortable and unpleasant and he really hoped he didn't have to go through it again any time soon, perhaps years if he was lucky? Yes.
Some patchworks didn't need Upgrades to grow. They were like any Halloween Denizen and their bodies just natural matured as their intake of Fear did. Sometimes it was just a gradual thing, as they replaced parts and evolved on their own. For Patchworks like himself, though... His Master had decided it was time to speed things along. It was how it went almost every year, or at least every few years, since he had been just an.. an Igorling.
It was part of life. Part of growing up. Growing pains.
He took the offered scarf back gently, carefully avoiding answering the question.
Hopefully her own growing pains will be much less than his own. She was only possessing the body. It should be as easy as putting on a new coat, or at worst, as uncomfortable as the transition of putting on a new Part.
He made a noise as though clearing his throat, glancing through the kitchen before quietly taking one of her hands to lead her back out into the cafeteria where no one would yell at them if they were spotted.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:22 pm
He didn't answer her? Hm. That was...distressing. Perhaps he meant to answer her, or maybe he did, but she didn't see it? He did mostly sign after all! Or...maybe her brain blinked! That was also possible. Hm...well, it would be embarassing to ask him to repeat himself yet again, so she stayed quiet. The scarf was returned and her little hand gripped his, allowing him to lead her back into the cafeteria itself.
"S-so...what now?" With today, with tomorrow, with the experiment...it was a loaded question.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:46 pm
He scratched at the back of his head before tossing the scarf over his hunch, staring across the empty tables. What now? What came next? He let go of her hand to sign slowly, "We-wait-for-Masters-to-be-ready." And then... they completed the Project.
His expression was far away, brows furrowed in concern.
They complete the project, and his contract to Mistress would be filled.
And then...
His stomach clenched.
Then what? Would she keep him? Or... or would she resign to leaving him to the mercy and tedium of Barth alone? He hoped he had proven himself more useful than that, and a capable multi-tasker. Where would her Campaign Booth have been without his help? The Fitness Club? He still had the key, the key was his, she trusted it to him, not to the Dragon, but to him. Even when completely unnecessary, it hung from his neck as a talisman against the patched skin under his shirt.
"We-wait," He repeated, before offering her her book she had nearly forgotten back in the freezer, "And-see."
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 10:13 pm
Waiting. Okay, she could wait. She had been waiting a long time already...what harm was there in a couple more days? Err, hopefully a couple more days. Whatever she had been about to say died on her lips when her book was given back, her expression lighting up; Oh, her book! She'd almost forgotten it! The cold novel was hugged to her chest once it returned to her care, and she gave him as big of a smile as she could.
"Okay, I can wait. Thank you, Christof!" Then, sheepishly. "Umm...D-do you mind if I...went back to my room? It's just..." Her words trailed off and her eye lidded, swaying for a moment. Oh dear; perhaps that was too much excitement and too many temperature changes for her own good! The ghoul was suddenly fighting to stay standing, a hand moving out to grip a nearby table. "I...think I need to sleep." Which was really just shutting down.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 10:20 pm
Christof's eyes widened as she wobbled, and without thinking all three hands went out to steady her. Was she sick? Was her current body dying? He didn't know anything about her species, really, beyond what he had witnessed in Mal's room that day. He gently tried to guide her back to her feet before crouching a bit (He was a lot taller than her now, she seemed tinier than ever since his Upgrades) with a quiet inviting Grunt to offer to carry her if need be.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 12:12 pm
Amrita felt strong hands rush to steady her; something felt off, she was pretty sure something was wrong, because she felt the pressure in three different places...but she knew herself, and she was pretty sure she was imagining it. She didn't really hear his invitational grunt, all she knew was that Christof was arguably softer than the floor. The little ghoul did consider flopping against him and asking him to take her home, but in the end she didn't, lifting a tired hand to pat one of his.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry, I'm okay. I'm...just gonna go back now." She rubbed her eye with the heel of her broken hand, clutching her book. When she finally lifted her head to give him a smile, it faded to a rather baffled expression instead, her gaze zeroing in on the third arm that seemed...to come out of his back?
"...Ireallyneedtosleep" She murmured, shaking her head; clearly she thought she was imagining the third arm, he'd never had a third arm before! Fighting the sway to her step she turned and started walking out of the cafeteria, putting an awful lot of effort into doing it on her own.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 12:26 pm
Christof's eyes darted from her gaze down to the arm that had shot out from under the confines of his coat, flushing immediately to stuff it away again. By the time he had looked up, she was already wobbling out. She didn't look well, that much was for certain- With a grunt and before she could protest he had lurched up behind her to lift her- forcefully but gently- up onto his hunch. She weighed nothing to him now, really- she was already light before his upgrades but now... it was like hefting a small bag of onions.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 1:01 pm
She was walking, and walking, and stumbling and OH JACK WAIT HER FEET WEREN'T ON THE FLOOR ANYMORE OH JACK OH JACK SHE WAS GOING TO-----Be put on a hunch? Well, that was...yeah. The entire fiasco Amrita hadn't given so much as a squeak, but she did squeak once she realized where she was, her little hands curling into the fabric of his jacket.
"N-no, Christof, it..it's okay, really! I can walk!" Her protests were half hearted at best, puffing out her fleshy cheek. There wasn't much point to fighting him about it, but that didn't stop her from trying to stay awake regardless, settling to lightly poke the odd shapes in his jacket.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 1:04 pm
He was content to lurch forward, aiming for the Undead Dorms and ignore her protests (she obviously didn't know what was best for her,) when a sudden prod to an especially... sensitive new appendage made him stop short and squeak. Under his jacket, the little wing flinched at the poke, fluttering madly to try to push its way through his coat but he had bound it down as best he could. He didn't know if it was because it was so new, or because of the frail nature of the little thing, but it was certainly the most cumbersome of all his upgrades. One poke and he was sent wobbling, just barely keeping on his feet.
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