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 Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 6:20 pm
She was feeling better now, and that meant she had a plethora of things to return; Mot's hoard would have to wait because she was still reading them, but Christof's books? Rather, manuals? They would be the first to go. The thought had been sweet - and it had been someone else's job to bring them in to her, since she was bed ridden and the Igor had left them outside of her door - but the actual content was boring. Well, the mechanical manuals were the worst, but the anatomical ones were at least interesting.
She had no idea you could actually grow limbs.
While they weren't totally useless to her they were incredibly boring, and she was eager to give them back now that she could move at somewhat of a smooth shuffle. So the hunt for Christof began; his room, the garden out back, the demon dorms, and after a moment of restful thought under a dead tree she recalled the Workshop. She had only been there once, but she remembered it fairly well and managed to get to it with little difficulty. The hard part was working up the nerve to go through the door; she still felt unwell, her injuries hadn't yet fully healed, and if there was anyone in Halloween who could pick up on it, it was Christof. He had built her, after all. Plus, she still felt a little awkward for the situation she had put them both in.
"Chin up, ghoul." She breathed to herself, squaring her shoulders (a move that made her grimace as her shoulder ached in protest), and reaching out with her mostly uninjured left arm to push open the door to the workshop. "Chris? Are you in here?" The ghoul squinted, blinking at the change in light, and tried to focus enough to easily spot the massive Igor.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 6:29 pm
It looked as though the Hunchback had been spending more and more time in the crypt-turned-garage-slash-workshop, at least according to the thick man-smell with an undead edge that drifted past. Yellow lamps lit the workbench where the hunchback slouched as he fiddled with something small but complicated, and nearly sent flying at the sudden sound of his name.
He pushed the magnifying glasses he had borrowed from Barth up to his brow as a spring leaped across the room with a ping.
"Mmmbb!" He cleared his throat, setting the tools down to wobble to his feet, wiping his hands off on his blood and oil stained leather apron as he limped to meet her. What was she doing here? Did she miss him? Had she come to talk? His eyes darted down to his books under her arm and he smiled shakily before signing enthusiastically. "Like-them?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 6:38 pm
Amrita jumped herself when Christof startled, her eye widening as she clutched the books close to her chest. "...Ahh...sorry!" She apologized sincerely, watching him as he scrambled on over to her. Her head tilted once her eye adjusted, looking at the wet leather apron and then leaning over to try and look around him to see what he was doing. The oil she understood, but the blood? That didn't make much sense! She pushed her worry aside for a moment and focused on his hands.
"They were...informative!" Yes. She was going to settle with informative. Regardless of her answer she was all smiles, shifting the books from her stiff right arm into her left to be able to hold them out to him. "Thank you very much for lending them to me. I didn't understand a lot of the mechanical stuff, but the other one was pretty neat."
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 6:42 pm
He accepted the book stack with one arm, the other two happily babbling away with movement, "Thought-you-would-enjoy. I-like-them. Fascinating-anatomy-yes-machines-of-meat, right?" He gave a chuckle in his chest that sounded ill-practiced but heart felt at what was apparently a joke.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 6:47 pm
The mostly blank stare she gave him was a pretty good indicator that his joke had gone way over her head. What she did recognize though, wad the odd little sound that erupted from him after, and that was what made her eyes and smile soften, giving a small chuckle of her own. "Yeah."
"That blood isn't yours, right?" She switched topics rather obviously and without missing a single beat, poking her left index finger against a dark red splotch on his apron.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 7:07 pm
He blinked, taken off guard for a moment before flushing and shaking his head. That particular stain, no. He gave a noise in his throat and pointed to another one. That one was his.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 7:12 pm
Amrita's lips pressed together in a thin line. "How?" For being one notorious for self-inflicted injuries she shouldn't be one to judge, but this time she was. Mostly because she wanted him to be safe, though.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 7:19 pm
The question, though, instead of receiving a look of shame like she normally would, like a dog who had been caught in the cat food, Christof's face lit up. He gave an urgent grunt and motioned for her to come see something. In the corner of the workshop was a new tool, which would explain the additional extension cords leading out into the crypt from the Undead Dorms. Straightening up proudly, he signed, "found-it-in-junk-yard! Made-it-work-again!" He left out the part where he had pilfered spare parts from one of the Mad Science classrooms. He flicked a switch, and the large belt of gnarled and rusted blade suddenly spun with a chug and clank of old engine inside. He grunted loudly over the noise, lifting up a hunk of wood to show her how easily it sliced through before pointing to a fresh set of stitches along his right wrist with a curved claw. He flicked the machine off with another, slightly more embarrassed chuckle and a shrug.
He was sure if any faculty knew he had a power tool like this, it would probably be confiscated. He trusted Amrita, though.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 7:26 pm
Surprise lit up her features at his reaction. That...wasn't what she was expecting at all! He bid her to follow and she did, holding her arms against her stomach as she watched the display. The tool looked familiar, but she couldn't place where. It was a strong thing, there was no doubt about that, and it certainly did explain his blood on his apron. After all, she would have likely hacked off an entire limb! It was a good thing he was better adept at this than she ever would be.
"Ah...that makes sense! But uh...what is it?" The ghoul had never seen anything like that before, and as curious as she was she stayed very obviously away from it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 7:30 pm
He finally set the stack of books down on a tabletop, but kept one of the mechanical books out, thumbing through until he came to a page with a picture and offered it out to her where it said 'Band Saw'. He beamed proudly.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 7:36 pm
"Band saw." Amrita repeated, taking the book with her left hand and skimming over the words. No wonder it looked familiar! This particular doozie helped her fall asleep that one night. Granted that lead to some pretty interesting sleep thoughts (not dreams, as her dreams only seemed to involve her Revenge Self lately), but on the whole it was much more interesting when it was actually in front of her.
"That's right! That's pretty neat. So that's what happened to you, huh? Then who does the rest of the blood belong to?" The book was handed back, but she was still pretty curious about the blood part.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 7:38 pm
He didn't answer at first, his head cocked to one side as he noted how she took the book with the same hand she had favored earlier. Was she in disrepair again?
Had she done something reckless?
His brows furrowed and he pointed to her stiffer arm.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 7:54 pm
Uh oh. His brows were furrowing. She knew that look and what it meant, even before he pointed at her arm. Oh Jack, she knew this would happen! The ghoul swallowed an unhappy whine before it could sound itself, and looked down at the arm he was gesturing to, even if it was only to give herself a few more moments of thought.
"...What about it?" She offered innocently, uncurling her arm and holding it out to him palm up. The gesture seemed smooth enough, but it stayed close to her body, not wanting to extend it any further lest her expression give it away. "I-It's fine, see?" She rotated her wrist, flexed a little bit at the elbow, and then started to bring it back to her stomach, hoping that was enough.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:03 pm
Before she could fully withdraw again, he took a hold of her hand, pulling it toward him as though to see for himself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:15 pm
Christof's efforts were rewarded with a cry of surprise from Amrita, which quickly turned into a pained yelp the further her arm extended and lifted. "Let go!"
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