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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Feb 17, 2009 15:23:31 GMT -5
*Drosselmeyer stood and stared keenly at Brishen with his one bright eye.*
"...I will make the time," *he said after a long moment.* "What is it you wish done?"
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Post by Brishen on Feb 17, 2009 15:35:00 GMT -5
*Brishen felt even more out of place, not having a straight answer for the man.*
"I--he---it just seems that he goes through a lot of water. I was wondering if that could be improved or...replaced or something."
*How could he have even the slightest idea about such things? But he only wanted things to be better for Grantaire.*
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Feb 17, 2009 15:40:27 GMT -5
"If you would bring the machine in to be looked at..." *said Drosselmeyer pointedly.* "Then we will see what is to be done."
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Post by Brishen on Feb 17, 2009 15:53:13 GMT -5
*Brishen found himself nodding.*
"Very well. I mean, of course. As soon as I am able."
*He started back towards the door.*
"Thank you."
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Feb 17, 2009 16:12:58 GMT -5
"We'll see."
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Post by Brishen on Feb 17, 2009 16:17:07 GMT -5
"All right." *Brishen nodded once more before hurrying outside. He didn't shut the door, wary of the mechanism that had opened it. But he was eager to get back to Grantaire and share the news.*
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Post by Grantaire on Feb 25, 2009 16:13:48 GMT -5
****NEXT DAY****
Grantaire had not, in fact, come home until after dawn and had had little sleep when Brishen woke him and dragged him out of the apartment to find the doctor. He was tousled and dirty and the dark circles under his eyes were made exaggerated by his sallow skin. Cocaine had done it's work, however, and he decided that it would be a well enough replacement for alcohol--he even lacked the hangover, and found a pocketful of money with no memory of acquiring it. Double plus.
He followed Brishen into the shop, curling his arms tightly around himself and looking immediately for the doll they had returned.
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Post by Brishen on Feb 25, 2009 16:19:51 GMT -5
*Brishen hadn't slept much either, having waited up most of the night for Grantaire. He stood at the doorway, calling in.*
"Excuse me, sir? I've brought you the person we discussed yesterday."
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Feb 25, 2009 16:24:23 GMT -5
*Drosselmeyer looked the drunk over doubtfully, his nose twitching at the acrid smell rolling off the man in greasy waves before he steeled himself and began running his hands along Grantaire's limbs and torso, prodding and squeezing him.*
"You are certain this is clockwork?"
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Post by Brishen on Feb 25, 2009 16:27:13 GMT -5
*Brishen took the opportunity to step just inside the door, lifting both hands in befuddlement.*
"I...do not know."
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Post by Grantaire on Feb 25, 2009 16:27:46 GMT -5
"Hey!"
He slapped the man's hands away and took a step back.
"By your leave, monsieur!" He hmphed angrily and then realized that of course the man would have to examine him. His jaw twitched and he undid the first few buttons of his shirt to show the long scar that ran the length of his torso.
"It's gears and all that inside. And what do you mean "this?" I'm not a thing, you know."
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Feb 25, 2009 16:39:27 GMT -5
"If you are what this man describes, you are not a person," *reasoned Drosselmeyer coolly, running two forefingers along the scar.* "I'll have to take a look inside."
*He turned to Brishen.*
"Get him up on the table."
*He strode over to his workspace and cleared the surface enough to allow the life-size doll to lie down. Drosselmeyer put on a kind of head-dress which may have once been a pair of goggles, but it had been sawed apart and soldered back together to balance the one lens over his one eye--or series of lenses, rather.
He took in one hand a small, delicate knife rather like a scalpel, considered it, then put it back down and took up a pair of shears sharp and heavy enough to cleave sheet metal.*
"Shall we?"
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Post by Grantaire on Feb 25, 2009 16:48:40 GMT -5
"I can get myself up on the table, thanks...."
He had already peeled his shirt off, and rather did not like the man's tone to begin with, when he looked up and saw the...tool.
"Now hold on just one minute...I'm not sure I want some toymaker performing surgery on me! And certainly not with those--they're not even clean--you'll kill me!"
At this point, he was thinking of living with his water handicap, or finding M. Julian to perform the work on him.
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Feb 25, 2009 16:51:18 GMT -5
*Drosselmeyer glanced at Brishen, then looked at Grantaire.*
"If you two are here to waste my time, I warn you, I am not a man to be trifled with. I am not a doctor, nor am I here to see to the comfort of a clock, which ought not to have nerve endings."
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Post by Brishen on Feb 25, 2009 16:53:23 GMT -5
*Brishen was rather helpless in all of this.*
"Please, I'm sorry." *He insisted.* "We don't mean to waste your time. I just don't know anyone else that might have the expertise to help with the...situation."
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