#☄️ seeking revenge ; yomiel (shard) || ic

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[☄️] - I'm back from the dead and I'm gonna make it everyone else's problem.

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Yomiel bent down to better scratch his friend's back, smiling as he watched the little feline enjoying his affection. It was too bad he couldn't actually feel the soft fur under his fingers, but his friend liked it, it was good enough for him.

“At least one of us is happy.” He said with a bittersweet smile. His fingers gently scratched under the cat's little chin, knowing how much he enjoyed the spot. “You're such a little baby, aren't you, Sissel? Yes, you are. A baby kitty.”

Those were the rare times Yomiel actually smiled, although there was still a deep sorrow and grief behind them.

 He wandered off to the side back arching as Yomiel scratched their back.He let out a small purr moving to rub his body against the other’s leg for more affection.Their tail swayed as they rolled on their back to continue purring.They were always down to receive more attention from them.Even if the other had a cold touch.

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@silenthcwl (regarding this post)

[☄️] “Does it check out?” He's obviously jesting.

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“Happy International Cat Day to all my feline friends, but mostly for Sissel, my best buddy, the best of cats.” @sisscl @shalliveoninsong

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@daybreak-rps

Yin, who's totally never committed any crimes in her immortal existence: "Mrrrow? :3"

“A BABY!!!”

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He didn't know why he was back there. This place only brought him horrible, horrible memories. Memories of his death. Of how all of this started. It brought him pain, but most of all, it brought him anger. His unbeating heart was boiling with rage and hatred at the ones responsible for his demise. Detective Jowd, the one who cornered him in this park, Inspector Cabanela who drove him to despair and left his gun at his disposition and also that brat who managed to stay in his way as he was running. He wanted them all to pay. To feel the same pain he had been through all these years.

If his deal with Sith got along smoothly, he might be able to have a chance to start anew. But nothing could take away the pain of losing her, of all people. His beloved Sissel, his childhood best friend and the love of his life. What he wouldn't do for a chance to get her back or at least, speak to her one last time. But he knew, with a deep sadness, that it was impossible.

Something rather unusual interrupted the spook's thoughts. A strange presence. He looked around to see what seemed to be a young woman. She seemed pretty and had innocent looking eyes. But there seemed to be something... off about her. Instinctively, Yomiel jumped into the ghost world. Time stopped around him as his surroundings turned dark blue, with a few glowing white spots — cores — nearby. And there it was, the strange thing Yomiel had sensed. There was a spirit's flame possessing the young woman's core, just like he was possessing his own cold, empty corpse. What could this all mean? He thought he was the only one who could possess other beings.

As he came back to the living world, his cold, dead eyes examined the stranger with suspicion, his eyes glowing dangerously in a bright cyan color under his dark lenses.

“Who are you?” The question came in a cold, harsh tone. “How are you possessing this body? I thought I was the only one who had been struck by Temsik.”

Although, he didn't see the same familiar radiation pattern emanating from her body, which only made him conclude she was possessing some other body that wasn't hers.

       Dahlia has always found herself peering into abysses. The watery tomb below Dusky Bridge, the inexplorable depths of the human heart, her own madness. Maybe that’s what has drawn her here, to Temsik Park. A crater lies in its midst, gaping wide from inside the dirt-colored ground, as if hell itself had opened its maw. Around the rim, the air fizzles with remnants of something otherworldly. What it is, she cannot say. Though it captivates her all the same. The sensation soon grows stronger. Not from within the crater—to her surprise—but from beyond. She twirls around, her red, long hair spilling behind her like blood from a knife wound.

          “My, who do we have here?”  Her brown, gentle eyes set upon the strange visitant, recognizing his state of being right away. He, too, is not of this world. The same energy she sensed from the crater emanates strongly from deep within his chest. How curious. Dahlia keeps a pleasant demeanor, intrigued, but guarded. Who knows what he is up to.  “It’s not very polite to sneak up on a lady. Much less at this hour.”  Her pale face, now graced with a smile, hangs like a moon in the dark, ghostly and bone-like.  “Are you lost, my dear?” / @temsikfates

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@deadtectivelynne ❤'s for a starter with Shard ☄️

Yomiel was the bottom of his despair. He had been betrayed by Sith and left to rot forever in the bottom of a sinking submarine. There were no cores that linked to the surface, there was literally no hope left.

It's what he gets from being so self-centered in his own anger.

It only hits him now, after Lynne said those words, after she understood his pain, the girl he had been trying to frame for murder, still cried for him. She showed sympathy. She cared. It was enough to make Yomiel realize the error of his ways and the feeling of guilt began to surface inside of him.

But it was too late now. For both of them. Too late to feel guilty over his past actions, too late to fix what he had done. It's too late to turn back now.

Even as they tried to raise some hope with the torpedo, Yomiel still was pretty sure they were still doomed. What point was it, to seek for a false hope? His own best friend, whom he had killed with his own hands by a mistake, had forgotten him, after all these years, and that hurt him deeply.

Yomiel was dejected as he watched the two animal spirits make their way towards the torpedo room, leaving him, Lynne and Kamila alone in Sith's private room.

“I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything, Lynne.” He blurted out as soon as the other ghosts left. “I know it's too late now, but before we all die here, I just wanted you to know.”

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“By no one's request, I'm back from the dead.”

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If he fits he sits and Sissel has decided he fits on Yomiel's laptop. He is definitely not doing this just to get some scritches.

Yomiel smiled upon seeing his cat laying on top of his laptop, shaking his head as if in disappointment. It was an habit of his, and he knew what his old friend was after. Even if he needed to work, he couldn't stay mad at the kitten.

“Looking for some attention, eh buddy?”

He says as he gently scratches the kitten's small head, his fingers rubbing gently behind his ears.

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[☄️] “Very smooth of you.”

" ... "

" Bold of you tagging me on a joke I could easily turn against you. "

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@guardiadorata asked: [ from @guardiadorata to shard ] [ Maybe Hunter said the wrong thing at the wrong time - as usual - or maybe it was just his annoying voice. He can't really tell, but what he can tell now is that glowing blue eyes mean danger. He almost feels the scar on his face and the notch on his ear burn anew as his mind struggles to put pieces of a shattener memory back together. ] " S-sorry! I'm sorry-- " [ His voice comes out shaky, a pleading note to it, while he stiffens as if bracing himself. ]

He saw the kid suddenly backing away and he realized he had been careless enough to let his sunglasses slip on his face, revealing what he truly was. The reaction is just as expected, people always cowered in fear. Some wouldn't, but most people did. He is fairly used to it, even learned to embrace it as part of his new identity.

But there's something about this kid that makes Yomiel feel... almost bad. He didn't know what or why, but maybe it's because Seluna has made him feel empathetic again towards other people.

Heh. She really changed me, didn't she?

Or maybe it's because he saw a reflection of himself in this kid. Either way, he put the sunglasses again on his face so he would hide the glow. Since the kid saw it, there was no way back, but at least he could hide it from view.

“Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you.”

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" Hello handsome! "

“Hey, cutie!”

He’s trying to look cool but he can't hide the Temsik radiation blushing in his cheeks.

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Yomiel lifted his makeshift “head” at Lynne, expecting her to burst out at him. Which, to be perfectly fair, she had all the right to. She was going to die here and it was all his fault, apologies or not, it was too late for both of them.

But her words suddenly changed and if he could, he would have frowned. Was she trying to motivate him, somehow?

“But what can I do? There isn't much else left.. The meteorite fragment is gone.” He glanced upwards, as if trying to look out for Sissel's spirit, but he was already far gone into the telephone line.

“My best friend couldn't even recognize me.” His voice echoed through the shared link, more as a silent to whisper to himself than directed at Lynne.

It would be all too easy to rage at him, to scream and cry now after realizing the possible finalty of the night. This may very well be up for them. And yet, Lynne didn't. More than anything, she wasn't upset at dying. Maybe she really had been desensitized to her own death, finding it not to be painful at all.

But then again, she'd never been consciously dead for a decade, so perhaps she would find herself in the same deep, dark hole like Yomiel.

And perhaps that was why she felt sympathy and pity for him.

Lynne was always the type of girl who felt for others first, before herself -- this was how she got into trouble, even if her actions were innocent enough. She recalled that day, ten years ago, the reason why she had gone out into the park on her own -- her mom and dad were paying more attention to her cousin now living with them. They barely had any time to listen to Lynne's words anymore, because Athena needed all the attention. She understood though, while not to the same level as Athena, she was highly sensitive to the emotions of others.

It felt like Hell living in the house as her parents and Athena. Her parents who were constantly scrambling, making up for what her cousin lacked. Athena, for all the turmoil that was ruining her life after losing her mother. Her ears were hurting -- so she grabbed a bag of sweet potatoes, her head phones and went out to get some quiet to herself.

And then the trouble began--

Lynne shook her head, staring at Yomiel's put together body.

"It's fine -- no, wait, it's not," she said, laughing nervously. It really wasn't and she shouldn't say that. Moving closer to Yomiel, tuning out the distant talk of Missile and Sissel in her head, she stood before him, looking up at the metallic face of the funnel he used for his head. Man, even like this he seemed tall and imposing and she had to fight that age old fear that laid dormant at the back of her mind. Ten years had passed like an eternity for him, but for her -- it had all moved so fast.

To her the traumas of yesteryear were as if they happened yesterday.

She put on a brave smile, hands on her hips as she puffed out her chest.

"At this point, you shouldn't be saying sorry, you know? This is the time for action! Adults should act like heroes, not zeroes!" She was rambling, she kne wit, but what else could she say when Kamila wasn't too far away? And perhaps, it was for herself as well. If Missile and Sissel's last ditch efforts failed, then they --

"It's going to suck to have to wait, but hoping is better than just throwing in the towel, right? So don't say sorry! If I die and become a ghost, THEN you can spend the rest of eternity saying sorry afterwards!"

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“……”     Upon walking away from the scene of the crime he paused looking at Yomiel for a moment.His ears flicked as he then looked to the side playing innocent and confused at the other’s question.He merely gave a small meow in response before casually trying to leave the room.

Despite the initial look of annoyance, Yomiel managed a smile. He had been feeling depressed again, thinking about Sissel (the human one), before he was alerted by the sound of something falling.

“Always up for mischief, aren't you, buddy?” He chuckled as he followed Sissel and scratched his back. “You're bored too, huh? We could take a walk outside or play a bit.”

“……”     Upon walking away from the scene of the crime he paused looking at Yomiel for a moment.His ears flicked as he then looked to the side playing innocent and confused at the other’s question.He merely gave a small meow in response before casually trying to leave the room.

Despite the initial look of annoyance, Yomiel managed a smile. He had been feeling depressed again, thinking about Sissel (the human one), before he was alerted by the sound of something falling.

“Always up for mischief, aren't you, buddy?” He chuckled as he followed Sissel and scratched his back. “You're bored too, huh? We could take a walk outside or play a bit.”

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He heard the noise from the other side of the room and came to check.

“Sissel, what the fuck are you doing?”

    He just looks around before reaching over and swiftly knocking over the water bottle onto the ground.He silently just stared at it before losing interest and walks away.