Marsh || Steel Inquisitor (
myironeyes) wrote2013-12-22 06:05 pm
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Clockwork ballerina requires assistance
[Voice, Private to Friends, at various points throughout the flood]
[He sounds both flatly mechanical and extremely disgruntled.]
Could someone please come...wind me?
[Spam]
[OR you can just come across Marsh in the hallways, in plain clothes with artistic joint articulation drawn on instead of his normal dementor-shroud, with a giant bronze key sticking out of his back, frozen in rigid poses, scowling while Aster hops worriedly from his head to his outstretched hand to the key and back again. Aster may also have tugged you to him by your hair with much cheeping and flapping.]
[He sounds both flatly mechanical and extremely disgruntled.]
Could someone please come...wind me?
[Spam]
[OR you can just come across Marsh in the hallways, in plain clothes with artistic joint articulation drawn on instead of his normal dementor-shroud, with a giant bronze key sticking out of his back, frozen in rigid poses, scowling while Aster hops worriedly from his head to his outstretched hand to the key and back again. Aster may also have tugged you to him by your hair with much cheeping and flapping.]
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Oh lord, you've run down, sir.
[With large gestures, he turns the key, tilting his whole torso into a strange pose at every crank]
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[Even his jaw, apparently, requires a little bit of clockwork motion. It's very inconvenient.]
...ngh. Thank you.
[He still moves in boxy ways, but at least he can speak and put his arm down. Aster lands on his shoulder and nuzzles, transferring her cheeping admonitions to Marsh, who tilts his head and accepts the wordless lecture.]
Yes. Very careless. Thank you, dear.
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She usually is. I didn't expect to run down quite so swiftly.
[He is new at this.]
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I am. My thanks, again.
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Oh darling, 'old up there, I'm coming. Shhh, birdie, I've got 'im.
[She makes soothing noises at the cockatiel while she heaves on Marsh's key.]
Good thing I found you and not them mice. Bite your bits off as soon as look at you, mice.
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Sorry about. The inconvenience.
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Don't be daft, sweetheart, who else is going to look after my brave lads? Now, 'ave you got a clean hanky and plenty of snowballs?
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[Scowl of puzzled worry. Also, where are they supposed to get snow.]
We should. Find out.