Chapter Seven: Bigger on the Inside
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The inside of the trunk was enormous. It was like a whole mansion. There were stairs, escalators and even an elevator. There was a lot of space to cover but his limp was making it a little hard to move around on his own. Maybe he should have taken up the kid's offer for a cane, his knife was a little too short and caused him to hunch over.
He looked between an elevator that was only a few steps away to his left, and an escalator a couple feet away to his right. The elevator would allow him to walk a short distance but then there were the buttons to consider, while the escalator would give him a work out all he would have to do is stand and ride down, giving him the opportunity to look around.
But he also just came out of surgery, somewhat, and wasn't suppose to be putting too much weight on his leg after such an ordeal. So he headed towards the elevator.
When he reached the ground floor Jester was the first to greet him by barreling through and knocking them both down.
"Blade, you made it! C'mere, I want to show you something!" he said excitedly and dragged Blade down a hall.
"Jester! Jester, wait, my leg!"
Jester stopped and sat him down in a deep blue wing-back chair.
"I know and I'm sorry but I really want to show you this!" Jester smiled and brought out a long black trench coat. "I know you like yours because Father made it, but this one's a lot darker than that one and the material feels nice too. But if you don't like it, there's a whole variety of them." Jester said and placed it next to Blade.
"Alright, let's try it on." Blade said and allowed Jester to undo the buttons and remove his coat. He didn't really want anything to do with the newcomer or his things, but if it made Jester happy he was willing. As he slid on the new coat he hated to admit that the fabric did feel nice.
"And look! There's a black turtleneck just like yours. You could have your whole black ensemble again. I even found a black belt with a silver buckle." Jester said, going on about the whole section.
Blade's curiosity won him over and he let Jester pamper him.
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Back with Torch . . . .
Torch was watching the newcomer going in and out of the garage gathering things and setting them up. There were about ten bird perches, each containing a food and water bowl, in a separate area were dog bowls all filled with meat.
Not much later when everything was set up a pack of wolves came up and started eating, then some crows came in followed by a few falcons, two red-tailed hawks and a golden eagle. Torch watched as the newcomer interacted with all the animals and did what looked like a check up on all of them. He eventually found out that some of them had removable parts.
One wolf had a leg removed and went through a quick check up before the newcomer put it back. A crow had its head removed and also went through the quick check up and put back. Two wolves had their backs opened up, one falcon had its wings removed, the hawks had their chests opened and the eagle came apart entirely, all went through the check up and pieced back together.
This must be the cyb-a-netic-thing he talked about.
'I want to be a cyborg.' he thought longingly.
The animals appeared to be used to the whole thing because they didn't attack him nor once put back together did it seem to affect their mobility. The newcomer even broke up a few fights between the wolves and then they were dismissed and then he gathered everything up and put them back in the garage.
He then headed to the car, sat in the driver's seat for a second then rounded to the trunk of the car and disappeared. Torch kept watching and started to drum his little fingers on the window sill when ten minutes had passed.
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In the 'TARDIS' trunk. . . .
Blade was looking at himself in a full-body mirror, looking at the new outfit Jester had picked out for him. New black slacks, polyester cotton black turtleneck, black belt with the silver buckle, new boots (the trouble they had removing the black ring) and the new black coat. All that was missing was his black fedora. There were other fedoras, all having names ("Who names their head gear?" questioned Blade) but none of them were to his taste. Some were different colors, others were too big or too small.
But there was no doubt about the coat. It flowed easily enough that when he did a quick twirl for Jester, Jester wolf-whistled.
The coat only had six buttons going down just to the waist, the rest draping down all the way to his feet. The coat narrowed naturally at the waist, keeping his figure and had shoulder pads, squaring out his shoulders. The darkness of the coat looked so much better than his old one. He was seriously thinking about keeping it.
"Whoa, nice coat." said Tunneler, coming around a corner in his new uniform. It looked just like his old one (which was why he selected it) and his shoes were polished.
Pinhead came round in a new red cashmere turtleneck and grey pants with new black shoes. Six Shooter and Jester were the only ones still in their old clothes. Blade figured out Six's problems, but he wondered why Jester didn't pick out an outfit before.
"That is a nice coat." Six said with a grin.
"Yeah, I s'pose it's alright." Blade said, looking in the mirror again. "Where's your outfit, Jess?"
"Uh, they weren't to my taste. They were all too brightly colored." Jester said, a bit embarrassed.
"Come on, what's the real reason?" Six questioned, nudging the little puppet in a teasing manner.
"They didn't fit, and most were too girly and none of them had bells." Jester pouted, crossing his arms.
"Well, if these were made by -" began Pinhead.
"Don't you go calling him master." Blade warned.
"Uh, the . . . kid, maybe he can sew on some bells for Jester. Or even a whole new outfit." Pinhead said.
"But then there's whole thing about picking fabrics. Although red velvet is an easy definite." Jester said.
"How 'bout you go pick an already made outfit and ask the kid to sew on some bells?" Six suggested, not wanting to get into such a female discussion.
"But none of the outfits have the trimmings like mine do." Jester whined.
"Well then, . . . you're just gonna have to deal with it." Six replied.
"Jester, just go pick an outfit for now and I'll ask Torch to ask the kid to have yours fixed and cleaned. Does that work for everybody?" Blade asked, feeling his temper rise.
"Fine with me." Six mumbled, shrugging his shoulders and headed towards the entrance.
"I s'pose that could work. But why does Torch have to ask?" Jester whined.
"Because it seems the kid is able to understand him. And Six told me that he heard Torch talking to himself in the bathroom the first night as if he was shouting at someone else." Blade said.
"You do have a point there." Tunneler said. "When we first entered the cabin he was instantly on his guard."
"That's interesting. Well, you guys head back to the cabin, I'll stay with Jess." Blade said and they parted ways.
Jester led Blade further down the hall they were in and stopped at a very colorful section of clothing. There were jester hats all along the top shelf above the outfits. There was one with bells on it but the hat itself looked ridiculous with the way the tails were frozen in a curve. He knew Jester wouldn't to be caught dead in such a hat.
He looked at the outfits and found that most of them were only binary colored. One was red and black, another was purple and green; blue and green, orange and black, orange and red, orange and yellow (which he hissed at and covered his eyes from its sheer brightness), purple and maroon, black and silver, gold and silver, black and blue, grey and black, there was just too many of those to catalog.
Across that section were outfits more like Jester's. The main front of the shirts were one color and the sleeves were different, some had different patterns to them as well.
Jester selected a top that closely resembled his own and placed it on a bench in front of a mirror then sorted through some more clothes. The main part was the same red color and was velvet, the sleeves were purple with gold diamond patterns, there was even a gold frill around the neck and the end of the sleeves just like his, except there was no trimming with bells.
The next shirt to come out was forest green with darker sleeves that had a dull golden yellow diamond pattern but no trimming, made entirely out of felt. The next one was a dark blue almost black shirt with dark purple sleeves with silver stars on them with silver trimmings on the neck and wrists. Jester's third choice was a shirt with a soft dark blue fine velvet shirt with space nebula silk sleeves and white fur trimming on the neck.
"Look, I can be a dragon." Jester chuckled, pulling out a shirt with scales.
"Did you find yourself a pair of pants to go with the shirts?" Blade asked.
"Yeah, a few, but I'll stick with these black ones." Jester answered and brought out three pairs that were exactly the same as his own.
"Alright, well, get changed and then we'll head back up." Blade said as he sat down on the bench after Jester removed them and entered a dressing room.
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The living room . . .
Six Shooter exited the trunk and leaned against it, contemplating about asking the kid for a possible custom made outfit. All the others got new outfits but he couldn't due to his six arms. Sometimes he loved that fact, other times he cursed it, this was a cursing moment. He found some very nice western outfits in that trunk but they all had only two sleeves.
There was a section labeled 'Tombstone' that he liked best. There were black trench coats like Blade's and black stetson hats. There was also an old Winchester rifle model that he wanted.
'So not fair.' he thought.
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