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poisxnyouth · 5 years ago

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bad influence dave (d.d) part 1 I guess

A/N: unfortunately, your girl can’t write 15k in 24 hours. but I think I slept 10/24 of those hours, so, like...I think I did pretty good. enjoy. talk to me while you read. I like when y’all tell me what to do...….let’s do that again. I want to post more, so maybe this is how we can get that done ??? either way, enjoy & let me know what you think & keep sending me concepts on this - it’s superrrr hot. love u. thank you for reading my stupid shit. xoxo hailey

word count: 6k (i’m sorry)

Michael, your coworker, drags you to a house party after work – if you didn't know any better, you'd think it’s a shitty shindig organized entirely by high schoolers from across the neighborhood. You’re not sure whose house it is, and you didn't think Michael was interested in this lifestyle; he’s happily married, and his son is going to be baptized by your father next week.

Apparently, he is, though, and he ditches you almost immediately, whisked away by people calling his name. You don’t mind it – you didn’t want to babysit him all night, anyway. You wander, half-assedly making yourself a drink in the kitchen just to have something to hold in your hands.

You sit yourself on a couch in a relatively empty room, coffee table littered with items you couldn't even identify if you wanted to. You take sips of your drink, hating every second of it, eyes scanning your surroundings as you attempt to find something worth paying attention to.

Michael is your only truly comfortable solace in the entire house, and you’re not sure as to what his location is or what he’s doing. You don’t know anyone else, and it’s not exactly your scene: a Father’s daughter should never be in a place like this. Your father would have a stroke if he knew your whereabouts – even though you’re now a grown adult woman living alone.

A man sits next to you, speaking to someone across the room as he shuffles through items on the coffee table. You catch his eyes as you move to uncomfortably scroll through your phone in an attempt to divert his gaze.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he breaks, fiddling with wrappers, “What’s up? I’ve never seen you at any of these things before.”

You shrug, blush coming to your cheeks as you feel his eyes linger on your necklace – a crucifix you’ve had since birth. He doesn't say anything for a moment, admiring the redness in your face, before breaking, “What’s your name?”

You clear your throat and tell him, not meeting his stare as he opens a jar and plucks what you assume a bud of weed is from it, tearing it up with his fingers.

“You speak!” He gasps, making light fun, “I’m David. Good to see you. You want me to roll you one?”

You shake your head, murmuring a No – thank you, though. as you watch his fingers habitually roll up either a joint or a blunt (you don’t know the difference, and don’t especially care all that much). He nods respectfully as he licks at the paper delicately, meeting your eyes.

David folds the paper and sticks it together, speaking, “You’re cute as all hell...Are you here with anyone?”

“Um...Michael,” you inform him anxiously, cup still in your hands, “Michael Paul.”

“Michael?” David asks, surprised as he glances down at your hands, searching for a ring, “You’re not Abby.”

“You know Abby?” you respond, “She’s...She’s in New York for the week. I’m, um, babysitting him, I guess.”

“Of course, I know Abby,” he replies, acting as if it’s an obvious fact as he shrugs his shoulders, lighting whatever he just rolled, “I’m their dealer, honey. This is my place. He didn't tell you that?”

You chew at your lips, embarrassed at your ignorance, fingers moving to play with the charm of your necklace as you shake your head, eyes at the floor.

He cocks his head, gaze zeroing in on you, “This isn't really your scene, huh?” David doesn’t mean it in a rude way; he’s just trying to get you to talk. You’re too cute for him to not attempt conversation.

You shake your head again, muttering, “No, not really. Michael dragged me here.”

He tuts, nodding politely, “You sure you don’t want me to roll you something? Or get you a pipe or something? You’re drinking the throwaway shit I didn’t want so I put it out – Michael’s downstairs hitting Adrian’s shitty DIY Rick and Morty bong, if you were wondering.”

“I don’t,” you stutter slightly, afraid to meet his eyes, “I’ve never smoked before. I’m not even drinking this...”

“Oh!” David exclaims, going silent for a moment, finishing what he was smoking, “Well...It’s a good time to smoke for the first time, if you want to. There’s really not a better time to try it than now, and I can stay with you, but if you don’t want to-”

“I think I do,” you admit, sheepish, thinking of how disappointed God probably is in you, “Just, um, help me with it? Please?”

He nods, leaning towards the coffee table and beginning his process all over again silently.

“How much do you know about weed, sweetheart?” David asks dubiously, taking his time.

“Um...I know what it looks like,” you admit, feeling more sheltered than you ever have before.

He laughs slightly as he folds the paper in, explaining politely, “I’m rolling you a blunt. The wrap is made of tobacco leaves. I’ll teach you how to roll later, if you want.”

It’s presumptuous of him to assume you’ll be back to see him again, but he doesn't acknowledge it, continuing, “This is my best shit. I don't deal it, so don't tell Mikey-boy about it or he’ll be up my ass begging for it. I don't know what strain it is – I just know it’s a hybrid.”

You don’t ask him to elaborate as he finishes rolling it, “You ready, hon?”

David sees you make a slight face, scoffing humorously.

"Baby," he urges, too comfortable with the nickname, yet to use your real name even though he knows it, "Try it. It won't kill you, I promise." David holds up the blunt he just rolled to you, still unlit. He quickly explains what baking the blunt is and what purpose it serves as he runs the flame over the seam of the dried leaves. He passes it to you, eyes dropping to your mouth as you prop it between your lips. He lights it for you, blowing out the flame at the end and watching you hit it for the first time.

You cough wildly, eyes watering as you pass it back to him, shaking your head and sniffling as you attempt to recover. He laughs at you lightly, amused, "Let’s try this. Just...suck in the smoke after me, okay?"

You nod as he scoots closer next to you and brings it to his lips, taking a drag and quickly ghosting it. He gently tips your head towards him, your chin between his thumb and index finger. He's too comfortable with you for just meeting each other fifteen minutes prior, and you realize this as he hovers his mouth over yours and gently blows the smoke. You do as David told you, sucking up the smoke as much as you can before he pulls away, staring at you and expecting you to cough.

You don't, exhaling remnants of his smoke easily. A smile tugs at his lips, blunt still between his fingers as his eyebrows raise, "Better, yeah? 'S shotgunning. I think it's kinda hot, but maybe it's just me."

You continue the back and forth of shotgunning until you're high. It doesn't take long for you, and he finishes the blunt for you, high off his ass. David eyes your mouth and begins to lean in, free hands moving to your waist.

He kisses you gently, keeping his hands to himself, before pulling away, speaking, "Sorry. I didn’t ask. Is this okay?"

You nod against him, fists tangling into his t-shirt, pulling him closer and attaching your mouths. He leans out gently after a few seconds, "Nah. We shouldn't – not when we're both as high as we are – but if you want me in your guts anytime soon, just lemme know. I’m down...The weed won't kill you, but these will," he pulls out a pack of Camel cigs from his breast pocket, shaking the pack slightly and removing one. David lights it and tosses the pack onto the coffee table, "...You want one?"

“Sure,” you shrug, your father's face passing momentarily through your brain as he passes you one. He lights it for you, his stare too overwhelming as he watches for your reaction.

“I like you,” he compliments simply, smoking a filtered Camel, arm draped around the back of your seat.

At first, you cough at the cigarette smoke, too – you’re loosened up now, but still painfully shy as David continues to speak with you, “So, what's your deal? Why’re you so bashful? I mean...it’s cute.”

“Oh, um,” you blush again, feeling the warmth from his body radiate onto your skin, “My father is the priest at the big cathedral in the center of town...St. John’s the Baptist.”

“Ohhh,” he nods understandingly, motioning to your crucifix, “Makes sense.”

He deadpans, “So, would he be upset with you if you were with a guy like me? What about your mom? Any siblings?”

You breathe heavier at his questions, heart beating faster as you glance at his lips, “Yes. Two brothers. They would all kill me if they even knew I was here.”

“So, why are you?” David quips, “Just being nosy. If you didn't want to be here, you wouldn't have stayed.”

It seems like he’s getting closer and closer to you the more you speak, and you’re confused as to why you don't mind it, “...’Cause you started talking to me…”

“Ah,” he tuts, putting his cigarette out and taking yours from your fingers, smoking on it since you barely did, “That’s sweet.”

David can feel the innocence radiating from you, getting the balls to ask the question he is dying to know the answer to, “Are you pure?”

Your eyes widen and you clear your throat, deciding to swallow all of the liquor in your cup before replying, “Yes.”

He knew that was going to be your answer, pressing, “So... nothing? Ever? Not even a little…” he quickly motions jerking off, “In the back of some prick’s car when you were sixteen?”

“Um,” you shift in your seat, eyes on his, “No... Just-just kissing. My dad has always threatened us with the sixth and ninth Commandments...they teach specifically against sins of the flesh.”

“Wow,” he scoffs, growing bolder, “Would you break that for me? Let me ruin that for you?”

You inhale sharply as he stares into your eyes, completely inscrutable as he waits for your response, “Um…”

You feel your heart rate speed up as you gaze at his mouth, never quite feeling this way before as you push your thighs together involuntarily. David immediately clocks it, eyes darting to your legs before breaking, “Can I take that as a yes? Not tonight, obviously, but…”

His voice drops, lower in volume, “Just say the word.” He leans in closer to you, your lips almost touching as David tilts his head, waiting for your response, “We can start off slow. I can teach you one thing at a time – God, I want to teach you everything.”

“Yes,” you agree, breathless, “Yes, please. I want it.”

You don't know what’s come over you for this man to challenge your lifelong beliefs after thirty minutes of knowing him, and you certainly don't think it’s from the weed. David kisses you again, tongue easily slipping into your mouth as his hands come to your waist, sliding down gently to feel the shape of your figure in his palms.

This is bordering the most you’ve ever done with a guy, even at twenty-two years old, and he is such a good kisser that you don't notice when one of his hands land at the base of your neck. Your hands run over the width of his shoulders as his teeth tug at your bottom lip, eliciting a whine from the back of your throat.

You’re immediately embarrassed and he feels you flush against his face, leaning out of the kiss and removing his touch. You already feel somehow less whole as he scoots away and wipes at his mouth, reaching towards the coffee table for what you assume is his phone.

David unlocks it, demanding as he passes the device to you, “Give me your number, sugar.”

You type it in along with your name, “Shouldn't I... Um, shouldn't I get yours too?”

He tuts, standing, “I’ll text you, sweetheart. Don't worry about it.”

You stand, too, and David notices the way you mirror him – once you go any further together, he knows you’re going to follow him around like a puppy dog.

Two weeks later, you see him again. You beg Michael to take you to another one of David’s “get-togethers” after you hear nothing but radio silence from him. You think of him every day and every night, an irreparable longing inside of you only he can fix. You feel guilty for it, attempting to pray the hormones away, but they remain: Every day that passes, you want him even more badly.

You have no evidence of your interaction besides the memory of how his hands felt on your skin and what his mouth tasted like; or how easily the pet names he called you had effortlessly rolled off of his tongue, like he had been doing it for an extended amount of time.

You tag along with Michael and Abby this time around, and David sees you walk in with them, halting the conversation he was having with a customer and moving to go speak to you. He waves off your company to ensure he can speak to you without their lingering presence, much to say.

“You’re back,” David states, “I’ve been meaning to get a hold of you, I promise. Just super busy. Downside to dealing is how much time it takes up.” He doesn't wait for your response, walking to the kitchen. You follow him, as he knew you would, and he leans against his granite counters.

“What are you drinking tonight, honey?”

You shrug, beginning to blush at the pet name, “Whatever you want me to.”

“Good answer,” he replies, moving to begin working, “My day job is bartending. Right now, at least, dealing isn't enough to pay all of the bills. I’ll give you what I usually drink.”

David pours you a double whisky, neat, and passes the glass to you. You glance at it and its lack of added ingredients, and he chuckles softly, “Just drink it, baby. Don’t be a pussy.”

He seems all too satisfied when you obey his wishes, arms crossing casually as he watches you take a large gulp. He drinks this?

David stands up straight from his spot against the counter, leaning down and dropping his voice, “Meet me where we were last time. I’ll be up in a few – I’ve gotta go talk to a customer. I want the glass empty when I see you next. Got it?”

You nod, eyes on his before his hand finds the small of your back, generally guiding you through the people to the stairs before he disappears. You go upstairs and locate the room, placing yourself on the couch and scrolling through your phone while forcing yourself to finish your drink as he asked you to. With some valor, you do, chugging it and wishing you had a chaser.

David makes an appearance ten minutes into your wait, apologizing, “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn't think it’d take that long. The kid does not know how to shut up.”

You shrug, unbothered, as he glances at the cup, complimenting you and motioning to it, “Good girl!”

“Baby,” he pauses, fixed gaze on you, “What do you want from me?”

You cock your head, confused, “I... I thought we already talked about this…?”

“We did. You’re taking it the wrong way,” David admires your eagerness to please while remaining truthful, “What do you want from me right now?”

“Oh,” you reply, blush returning to your cheeks as you feel stupid, “Umm...I was hoping you would decide.”

“Okay,” he replies easily, nodding his head, “But in a minute. How often do you drink?”

“Not...Not too much, why? Maybe, like, once every few months? But I never get drunk, if that’s what you’re asking.” David doesn't reply, murmuring an ‘I’ll be right back.’ and leaving the room.

Not even three minutes later, he’s returned with another drink, “Screwdriver. You’ll like this one better. Finish it.”

You do, and he watches as your throat undulates as you swallow, feeling his dick twitch in his pants at the sight. He takes the glass from you and slides it onto the coffee table, scooting closer to you.

“You’re so innocent,” David comments, body heat radiating into your skin, “You don't want to stay that way?”

You shake your head, eyes on the floor, “No. I feel like a child.”

“Mm,” he makes an approving noise, “Look at me.”

You obey him, again, forcing him to continue, “I’ve got you, Y/N. Is that why you came back here?”

“...Yes,” you reply, noticing it's the first time he actually acknowledges your real name.

“Good choice,” David responds, “Let me kiss you.”

He attaches your mouths, and you taste him again: a few beers mixed with his cigarettes. It becomes one with the orange juice and vodka you just ingested, and you feel his hand creep up the tops of your thighs.

You gasp slightly into his mouth before he responds, “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” David keeps his promise, even though part of you wishes he wouldn't.

He moves you so you’re now positioned in his lap, hands respectfully on your waist as the bulge in his shorts brushes ever so slightly against your pussy under your dress. He doesn't acknowledge it and doesn't acknowledge how hard his dick is, mouth remaining on yours.

David kind of feels like a teenager, making out with a virgin at a house party, but he doesn't mind it whatsoever: you’re cute, and you’re giving him the chance to ruin you.

“Can I touch you?” He finds himself asking you mid-kiss, and you sheepishly nod your head. Slowly, taking his time with it, his hand slides up your inner thigh, palming your pussy gently as you involuntarily buck up against his touch, making a soft noise.

“Wow,” he remarks simply into your mouth at your reaction while you blush against his face, your hands on his shoulders. He doesn't do anything else and savors the moment you try to move against him, hating that he feels the need to grab at your hips and get you to stop.

You do, murmuring a quiet ‘Sorry…’ as David slides both of his hands under your loose-fitting dress, grazing the hems of your underwear and stopping at your waist, feeling at the bare skin and curves there.

You’re warm and drunk, now, and as he realizes this, he pulls out of your kisses and sets you back next to him.

“You’re drunk, honey,” David says, moving to light a cigarette, “I knew you would be, but not this quickly.”

“But wait,” you whine, hand on his shoulder, “No. David...I want it.”

He chuckles, leaning back in his seat, “I’m sure you do, sweetheart, but I’m not doing anything with you when I’m sober and you’re not.”

“Ugh,” you groan, “But I want you.” You scoot closer to him and kiss at his neck, trying to leave a mark. Admittedly, though, you don’t know how to.

“How do I leave a hickey on you?” you ask, fingers tracing against the wet spot in the crook of his neck.

“No,” he says simply, politely pushing away your touches, “Maybe next time.”

“If you even text me…” you roll your eyes, visibly pouting.

“Look, baby,” David says, defensive, “I mean this as nicely as possible: A virgin should not be getting upset with me for trying to make their experiences good. Don't be a brat just because you’re needy and have never had it before. The day will come, so: sit down, keep your hands to yourself unless I say otherwise, and smoke a blunt with me. Got it?”

“You’re so hot,” you drunkenly compliment, sinking back into your seat and fiddling with your hands, “Got it.”

“Good,” he replies, putting out his cigarette. You are drunk, and you can barely focus as his hand grabs at your thigh, just above your knee. He tugs you closer before removing his touch, a silent indication of wanting you to scoot next to him.

He quickly rolls it with expertise, “Let’s see if you can smoke it by yourself this time.”

David gently holds the blunt with his thumb and index finger, lighting it and passing it to you. You fail again, lungs and throat rejecting the smoke.

You quietly apologize, sniffling as you pass it back to him.

“It’s okay,” he promises reassuringly, taking a hit and giving it back to you, “Try again.”

You breathe in the smoke slowly, unknowingly taking a large hit. He roots for you, “Hold it, sweetheart. Hold it. Don't cough. Don’t laugh. It’ll make it hurt more. Hold it. Alright, blow it out. You did so good.”

You feel lightheaded as you exhale into the room and pass it back to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He chuckles, arm draping around your shoulders and leaning back into the couch, “I’ll give you a little rest after that one. That was a huge hit. It would probably knock me out. Give it a minute to settle in.”

You close your eyes, feeling your heart in your throat as you feel him continue to smoke. He gets your attention before taking another hit, “Sugar. Look at me.”

You do, and he tips your face upwards, mouth hovering over yours as you get the hint and inhale. David shotguns with you sporadically before he finishes off the blunt, tossing the roach into his ashtray.

“You’re crossed, baby. Crossfaded,” he says casually, arm still around you, “You should go home and ride it out.”

You don't want to, and he can read it on your face, “I’ll get you an Uber and text you when I get off tomorrow. I’ll come pick you up and we can hang, okay? I promise. You’ll be okay.”

You nod slowly before his lips are momentarily on yours, “Okay. Go downstairs. You don't need me to stay with you. I’ll tell Mikey and Abs.”

He does text you when he gets off, and you’re as much surprised that he followed through with it as you are impressed with yourself for actually remembering his promise.

David takes you back to his place; everything he owns seems to smell like weed, and his house is now quiet, as it's just you two. You're startled when David unbuttons his black dress shirt, shrugging it off and tossing it on to his couch as he makes his way to the kitchen. He tugs at the neck of his black t-shirt, pulling it off and throwing it to the couch, giving his dress shirt some company. He’s shirtless, now, slacks sitting on his hips as he opens his fridge.

“Sorry, I’m fucking starving and those clothes are hot as hell. I’ve been working since nine this morning,” David rifles through the contents of his fridge and freezer, unhappy with the selection, “I don't want any of this. Let’s go somewhere.”

“You bartend at nine in the morning?” you ask, leaning nervously against his kitchen counter.

“I know, right?” he scoffs, “All of the alcoholics come in before they have to go to work. It’s the same people every day. It feels like Groundhog Day.”

You follow him as he grabs his dirty clothes and goes upstairs, and you presumably end up in his room: bed made, room spotless.

“I have roommates, but they work more than I do, ‘cause I get the profits from dealing. They’re messy, but I’m not,” he explains nonchalantly, placing his clothes in a hamper as he kicks his shoes off, “Can’t stand anything being strewn everywhere. I don't know why they can’t just pick up after themselves, but I’m also not gonna clean up after them. I lock the door to my room when we throw parties.”

“I’m so sorry, honey,” he says regretfully, “Can I shower? It’ll take me five minutes.”

You shrug, “No worries. Go ahead. Take your time.”

“Sweet,” David rifles through his drawers and grabs shorts and a hoodie, “Give me a few.”

He shuts his bathroom door and you hear the shower turn on. You take this time to glance around his room: work clothes hung neatly on hangers in his closet, shoes organized at the bottom on a shelf, photos of what you assume are his family taped on the borders of the mirror on top of his chest of drawers. You want to snoop, sneakily opening a drawer in his nightstand. It contains condoms, cigarettes, weed, and other items you can't identify. Even his drawers are organized, and you didn't think he would have a clean bone in his body.

At least he’s safe about some things, you guess, shutting the drawers as you hear the water shut off. David emerges shortly afterwards, running his towel through his hair, clad in socks and gym shorts. You try to keep your eyes to yourself as he bends over, grabbing a random shirt from one of his drawers and pulling it on.

“What happened to your back?” you ask, nosy as you think about the visible thin striped scars going down the length and width of his back – too thick and too straight to be stretch marks.

He scoffs as he tugs his shoes on – either well-taken care of or brand-new Vans – admitting, “Girls.”

You make a face, confused, before he clarifies, “Sex. I don’t mind it, though. I know I do a good job.”

He tosses his dirty towel into his hamper, grabbing his keys and shoving them into his pocket. Hoodie draped over his forearm, he steps towards you, “Let’s go, baby.” You look up at him as he tips your head up and leans in, giving you the first kiss of the night. His hand moves from your chin to your waist, pulling your hips closer to his. David feels you get bold and handsy, running your hand down the front of his torso.

He pulls away, hand on the small of your back, “Hands to yourself, remember?”

“S-sorry,” you apologize, removing your hand, “I thought that was because I was drunk.”

“No,” he replies, eyes on yours, “It’s because you’re the virgin here. I’m not going to just fuck you and send you home.”

“I’m controlling the way this goes,” David explains, “I’ll make it good for you. Besides, isn't it so much hotter to go slowly?” His lips are millimeters from yours, eyes hooded as he stares between your lips and eyes.

“Whatever you say,” you respond, blush apparent in your cheeks, “I’m not even sure if I know what's hot.”

“Holy shit,” he breathes, pulling you closer, “You don't even know what you like?”

You shake your head, embarrassed, before David kisses you quickly, stepping away and opening his bedroom door, “This is going to be so much fucking fun.”

You’re not hungry, and it feels awkward watching him eat with no conversation to make. He’s thinking the same thing, but neither of you pay it any mind: you’re both grown, you can handle it for half an hour.

David drives back to his place, no hands on you, and you realize he takes good care of his car, too: it feels brand new. You ask him about it, noting how he takes care of his belongings.

“Thank you,” he responds earnestly, lighting a cigarette, “It’s ingrained in me, I guess. When me and my family moved to America, it was all that my parents asked of me. We didn't have much, so we had to take care of what we did have.”

“You’re not from here?” you genuinely question, “That's cool. When and where did you move from?”

“No, I’m not,” he chuckles softly, “Slovakia. Moved when I was six.”

“I’m a DACA recipient, so, like,” David clears his throat, “If we’re ever at a party and the cops show up and you’re with me, we need to be the first ones outta there. Whoever's hosting will usually tell me. My nightmare is getting deported.”

You nod, going quiet, nothing left to say.

“Nice of you to notice, though,” he continues, tossing his cigarette out of his window and moving his free hand to your thigh, “You’re sweet, honey.”

You blush at the action as he pulls into his driveway, rolling his window up and shutting the car off.

The tension between you returns as you follow him upstairs into his room, him ordering you, “On the bed, baby.”

David's never been one to love hand jobs – not when he could do the same thing by himself a million times better – but the opportunity of being able to teach a girl from scratch how to give one exactly the way he likes it is too good for him to not take.

You both kick your shoes off and climb into it, bed still made as he wastes no time, tugging his shirt off and pulling your face to his and kissing you as he lies down. You keep your hands to yourself as he told you to earlier before he grabs at one of them, placing it in the middle of his chest and slowly running it down his torso. His hand remains over yours, controlling its movements as he pushes your hand over the bulge in his shorts, his hips bucking up slightly.

“Keep it there,” David tells you before kissing you again, removing his hand from yours and grasping at your waist. His hands move slightly lower and he already feels how breathless you are into his kisses. Images of his dick in your hands run through his brain, and he twitches under your touch, dick gradually growing bigger.

You change nothing about your hand placement or pressure as you feel him grow beneath your fingers, his hips moving slightly as he leans out. He moves your face with his fingers, squishing your cheeks up momentarily for you to look towards his dick as he tugs his underwear and shorts down.

You exhale sharply at the sight of his dick, heat coming to your cheeks, before he demands, “Spit on it. Nothing else. Don’t touch. Look at me while you do.”

You scoot yourself further down the bed so you can obey, sucking up the spit you have in your mouth, heart beating out of your chest. His fingers thread through your hair and holds it back as he gently reminds you, sensing your anxiety, “Don’t be so nervous, honey. I’ve got you.”

You nod slightly before you meet his eyes and do as you’re told, his mouth dropping open slightly at the sight of the excess saliva dripping from your lips. You wipe at your mouth as he politely tugs you away, fingertips leaving your hair and moving to grasp his dick.

David side eyes you as he strokes himself slightly, “Can I see you?”

You nod, forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from his movements, mouth wanting to water. His free hand tugs at the hem of your dress and he realizes you’re always wearing dresses – he doesn't question it, writing it off as a weird overtly-Catholic thing and not thinking of it again as you lift it off of you.

He didn't think you’d reach around and unhook your bra, but he doesn't complain, staring at your tits and grabbing at them. David breathes heavily, “Watch my hand.”

You do, lips parted as you watch him work over himself, wanting him in your mouth – even if you have no idea how to do it. He twists his grasp near the base of his dick, moving upwards and running his palm over the head with every stroke.

“Fuck,” he curses, watching you watch him and removing his touch, “You do it. I’ll guide you.”

“Do...do you want me to take my rings off?”

“No,” he replies, “It’ll be okay, honey.”

David eyes the crucifix around your neck as it dangles while you lean forward, his free hand running gently down your spine as you wrap your fingers around him.

“Don’t grab as tight as you think,” he advises as you begin moving your hand, “Oh, fuck. Perfect.”

“Slower,” he tells you, “Oh, God, yes. Look at me.”

He pushes your hair behind your shoulders as you glance up at him, his mouth slightly agape. Your hands are smaller than his and more precise, and he can't believe the best handy he’s ever received is from a God-fearing virgin.

“Faster, sugar. Spit again,” he orders, grunting as you obey him, “Good girl. Just like that.”

His hips fuck up into your hand, “Use your other hand and touch under the head. Quick.”

You do, running your fingertips under where you think he’s talking about, eyes still glued to his.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts, eyes rolling back into his head and throwing his head back against his pillows. David’s hand rests on your back affectionately as he looks up at the ceiling, getting closer.

“Oh, baby, I’m close,” he doesn't know why he’s never told a girl what he likes when getting jerked off, because this is the first time he’s actually enjoyed it.

David decides to just cum all over your hands, eyes rolling back again and grunting as he orgasms. You switch between watching his face twist up as he gasps, breathing heavily, and watching the way his dick pulses as he cums over your fingers and his hips jerk up. He cums on his stomach slightly, his eyes closed as you assume he’s now spent.

“Give me a second,” he excuses breathlessly, “Oh, fuck. I’ve never cum that hard from a handy. I don't even think with myself.”

He opens his eyes, sitting up, “You have two choices. You can either clean up the mess on your hands with a washcloth, or you can lick it up, or both. It’s your call.”

You stare at him for a moment, unresponsive, “Um. No... Can you pick for me? Please?”

David laughs softly, tugging his shorts up and deciding to not make you nasty yet, “Go wash your hands, honey. Washcloths are in the cabinet by the shower. Quickly – you don't want that to dry on you, I promise.”

You nod, getting off of the bed and making your way to his bathroom. It’s as clean and organized as his bedroom is, and you wash and dry your hands, grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet he indicated. There are more condoms – how many does he need? – but you don’t focus on it, drying your hands and running the fabric under warm water. You bring it to him and gently wipe away the cum on his stomach without his asking; David is blown away and flattered as to how much you so obviously want to earn his praise.

You make sure to toss it in his hamper before sliding back onto his bed, not entirely sure what to do next.

“Lie down, baby,” he tells you, arm wrapping around you and tugging you into his chest, “You did so good.”

You’re silent for a few moments, before you break, “Do you have a big dick?”

That genuinely makes him laugh, “I have heard that it’s big...and very hard to take. Just a warning.”

“Take?” you question, looking up at him confusedly.

“There have been a lot of times where it doesn't fit.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Good luck, sweetheart, but I won't hurt you.”

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So Far Away: Chapter 5/?

Summary: Bucky Barnes doing what he does best. Saving. Loving. In this particular case, the object of both is you. (Bonus: Bucky Barnes happy, healing, doing really well!)

First chapter in series. Previous chapter.

Chapter 5: It’s time to find your family.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Characters: Bucky Barnes, F.R.I.D.A.Y., Cecilia Reyes Additional tags: mostly canon compliant (Infinity War and Endgame didn’t happen, Stark Tower still exists), she/her pronouns, more tags/characters to be added with future chapters, hero Bucky Barnes, canon typical violence, warzone/disaster zone setting, Alpine the cat, other Marvel characters mentioned but not central to the plot, Warnings: possible triggers for anxiety and PTSD, major triggers for death of loved ones and grief, chapter 5 only possible trigger for food

Note: Please heed the warnings for this chapter; it’s a bit intense. As always, I’d love to know what you think. xo Rhi

So Far Away Chapter 5/?

The first night you'd spent at Stark Tower was forgettable in the sense that you had completely forgotten most of it. Vaguely, there was a bath, and Bucky, then bed. That was pretty much it though. So, it wasn't like the day after needed to do anything particularly special to be considered memorable. And yet, it was.

As Bucky put all the Mexican food trash into the paper Ubereats bag, you flicked through channels on television.

"Have you seen this?" you asked, stopping on Atlantis: The Lost Empire.

"I know, I know! I don't know shit about anything, but in my defence, I've been busy helpin' to save the world since I've been… good," Bucky replied, highly defensive but also still in good humour.

"Um… I just meant, 'cause it's a super underrated Disney movie. And nobody's seen it, like Hercules," you told him, holding back a grin.

"Oh… Sorry. Sam's always yelling at me," he explained, throwing the Ubereats bag in the bin and walking back over the couch from the kitchenette.

"About movies?"

"About everything," he said, rubbing his face. "He's cut up about me missing, like, all of hip-hop."

It made you laugh, which motivated Bucky to continue his bitching about Sam Wilson. "And! He thinks me and Steve should have more 'refined taste' in everything." He used air quotation marks, which Natasha Romanoff had taught him to use, much to the dismay of Steve. ("Captain America.")

"Refined taste?"

"Yeah, basically he loses it when he we like anythin' he thinks is bad. Like…" Bucky cycled through his list of favourite things. "The Fast and the Furious movies."

An image flashed in your mind of Steve and Bucky, completely decked out in their respective gear, marathoning the films, cheering at every car stunt and use of the NOS button. It made you smile, genuinely happy.

Bucky continues, "They ain't my favourite or anythin', but they're fun, ya know? He's probably just upset that whenever we get in car races it's mostly someone trying to kill us,"

"I guess that's… fair, but he's… The Falcon… that's super cool?"

Bucky grinned, but quickly shook his head. "Don't ever tell him you said that, okay? Never tell Sam you think he's cool,"

"Is it like feeding Gremlins after midnight?" you asked.

"I watched that one! And, yeah. It's exactly like that,"

"But it's not like you guys don't get to see cool things… and be cool,"

"I guess… We're used to it?" Bucky thought for a second or two, wriggled into the couch and rested his arm along the back of it. You turned to face him, legs crossed and entirely attentive. "Before the war I loved reading about what new gadgets were comin' out. Used to drag Steve to anything with tech stuff. But then, Hydra. I wasn't really conscious enough to realise I was in the future," he told you, chuckling a little to himself like it was funny. It was so nonchalant that it shocked you a little. He hadn't stuttered saying their name, or shifted to a darker mood. "Whenever I got re-programmed, I was re-trained too. Whatever advancements they made, I learnt. Meant when Shuri fixed my head up, I wasn't that inept. Got it a lot easier than Steve that way,"

"Just movies and T.V. and stuff that you missed then?" you asked, feeling like you needed to keep him talking because you'd never heard anything so goddamn interesting.

"Yeah. Hydra didn't exactly have a Netflix subscription for me," he said. You said nothing. "That was a joke. You can laugh," Bucky told you, softly nudging your knee.

"I don't know how you joke about it," you said honestly.

He shrugged. "You'll joke about all this too, one day," he replied.

No. No, I won't.

Bucky saw the conflict flash across you face.

"It's not like there isn't things that still blow my mind… Wakanda, for one," he continued, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Is it as cool as it looks on T.V.?"

"Cooler. It's gotta be one of my favourite places. And when I met Wanda… She thought I was a bit of a meatball. Never met anyone with powers like hers, you know? She's amazing. And Vision. Still don't really get what he's about,"

"So, you are friends with Wanda Maximoff but you think Vin Diesel is cool?" you asked, affronted.

Bucky laughed. "No. I think the cars are cool. The stunts! Vin Diesel seems like a jerk."

Another image flashed. Someone in the world, Vin Diesel, knowing that The Winter Soldier thought he was a bit of jerk.

Bucky watched you laugh.

"Come on, then. What's this one about?" he asked, turning back to the television.

"Atlantis-"

"Underwater city? I'm in."

That's about where you realised that Bucky Barnes was a massive nerd.

It took Bucky ten minutes to tell you that you needed to keep warm, putting the knitted blanket over you. It took twenty to have him scoot closer to you, his arm still on the back of the couch, behind your head. About half an hour in, Bucky said, "Yeah, this is better than Snow White. I love this little mole guy."

Bucky was watching, listening for any signs that the lack of conversation had given you time to think, to spiral. But, it hadn't. Atlantis was a comfort movie for you, a distraction. He could see you smile and frown along with the characters.

"It was pretty obvious that this was gonna happen," Bucky said at the high point of the plot twist. He was aiming for a reaction. You looked at him fast and dramatic. "I'm good at picking the bad guys. Kinda my job."

At the rolling of the credits, Bucky asked, "Ice cream?"

As he put a collection of Ben and Jerry's on the counter top, Bucky caught himself in a sudden realisation. He was keeping you busy. Eventually, you'd notice, or the day would carry on and bedtime would come; the quietness between 'goodnight' and sleep would crush you, pushing from you anxiety and grief. But first, Bucky thought, ice cream.

"Half Baked," you said. Bucky handed you the pint and a spoon.

You watched him open the Strawberry Cheesecake, Cherry Garcia, and Urban Bourbon. "Variety is the spice of life," he said grinning, his voice a strange mocking tone, like he was parroting someone you'd never met.

"I genuinely don't know where all that food goes,"

"In here," he answered, lifting his shirt and patting his tummy.

"Yeah, but like, do you have one of those trash compactor things that mooshes it all down super small?"

Bucky laughed. "Maybe. Who knows what's going on inside 'ere."

You were sitting on a bar stool, leaning against the kitchenette's counter. Bucky put the spoons in the dishwasher and the uneaten ice cream away. He liked things in their place, you noted.

"So," he said, too casually. It felt, correctly, like a lead up. "How are you feeling?"

"Full," you answered, honest, but also not really.

Bucky looked at you, nodded. "What else?"

You dropped your gaze, breaking eye contact. A nervousness grew in you, the gatekeeper to all the bad. It was telling you to flee - answering the question wouldn't be nice. You could tell that Bucky wouldn't change the subject though. He could wait in that silence all day for you to speak.

"I…" you began. "I don't know. There's just… a lot,"

"Yeah. That makes sense. There is a lot… Probably good to start telling me about it." When you said nothing to that, he added, "Or someone else. We can-"

"I feel guilty," you blurted out, partly to stop him suggesting you talk to anyone else, partly because the gate was opening and the guilt as behind it in abundance. Bucky nodded like he already knew what you were going to say, and what you meant. "I… I'm here. Where I'm more than safe," you said, looking around at the suite. "But I haven't done anything to deserve it-" Bucky went to say something but stopped himself. "I'm not the most hurt, or the most useful person to save or anything like that. And then, I haven’t even looked-" That was it. The tears began to stream down your face, heavy and hot. You could feel them pooling in your shirt somewhere. The sentence you started was lost, completely drowned out by sobs.

Bucky remained composed. He fetched tissues from the bathroom, took it upon himself to clear your face, ready for the next wave. It arrived immediately. "Come 'ere," he said, pulling you into him. There would be wetness and snot all over his hoodie when you would eventually move, but you didn’t think of that in the moment and Bucky really didn’t care. He stood between your legs, rocking you gently on the stool for a minute before you spoke again.

"I haven't even looked for anybody," you said, so softly and so painfully that even priests in confessional booths would have hung their heads.

"How could you?" Bucky asked.

During the time before his head was really put back together, that is what everyone did with him. They challenged Bucky's questions, forced logic on him, rending much of the harmful conclusions he'd drawn about himself incorrect. It was a good strategy and he'd learned it well.

You half shrugged and kept crying. A cycle had begun in your mind. You were crying because you felt guilty, but that made you feel selfish and stupid. You thought you should be crying for other people. All of that, of course, made you feel more guilty, starting the cycle all over again. But maybe that cycle was easier to loop on than any real feelings of grief and loss.

"When were ya meant to have time to find people? Couldn't do it in the refuge centre. Too much goin’ on. And your hand was smashed, probably killin' you. And like Doc said - in shock," he said, paused, waited for a response.

Bucky's hands were moving up and down your back with enough pressure to calm you sobs into softer hiccups and sniffles.

"Yeah?" Bucky prompted. You nodded and shrugged simultaneously. "Okay, so, couldn't have done it on the way here or last night. You were exhausted. Could hardly keep yourself upright. Ain't much use to anybody like that."

You covered your nose with a tissue and sat up. Even if he didn't care, you didn't want him to see you with a face covered in snot. Bucky had the tact to look away while he continued. You listened as you wiped your face clean.

"This morning, whisked ya away to Medical. Then force fed you some food. And now, we're here. So, if you're asking me, darlin', not too sure when you think you were meant to do all this people finding, you know?"

Bucky could see it in your face that you knew he was right. When you nodded, saying, "I guess," he felt completely victorious.

You drank the glass of water Bucky poured for you, then took a breath in, two, three, out, two, three.

"Okay," you said, voice almost normal.

"Okay," he repeated in solidarity.

"Can we find them now?"

…

The room was definitely not for civilians, but nobody stopped Bucky from walking in with you. It was a buzzing hub of activity and urgency. Voices spoke fast, people moved faster.

"It's kind of like a command centre," Bucky tried to explain. "Whenever there's a threat, we have a response team that do… I guess what would happen if there was an earthquake or somethin'. Search and rescue. Coordinating relief."

You nodded and stayed close to Bucky's side, not wanting to get in anyone's way.

"Sergeant Barnes," a very tired woman greeted.

"Hey. I'm really sorry to-"

"No time for that. What can we do for you?" she cut him off.

"Finding people that were in the attack zone," he replied.

"Everything we know, F.R.I.D.A.Y. knows. Integrated systems. Find a computer, preferably not in here, and ask her. Anything else?"

"No. Thank-" but she was gone.

Bucky hooked an arm around your waist and walked you back to the elevator.

"She was amazing," you said.

Bucky grinned. "Never met her before, but yeah, lot of people like that around here."

On a floor of the tower that was much calmer, Bucky and you sat in what you supposed was some sort of crazy high-tech boardroom.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

"James,"

"Oh, it's James now?"

"Yes. How can I be of assistance?"

The first step was making a list of everyone you knew who lived or worked in the part of D.C. that was affected. You named them, confirmed through social media accounts and DMV records.

"Do you guys have access to, like, everything?" you asked Bucky.

"Probably shouldn't answer that," Bucky replied, winking.

Step two was all F.R.I.D.A.Y. "I work fast, but I'd like to check my work, Y/N," she told you.

"If you can, can you check with-" Bucky went to ask.

"First responder reports?" F.R.I.D.A.Y. asked.

"Must be the day for being cut off by women smarter than me, huh?"

"I could be mistaken, James, but isn't that every day?"

Bucky laughed, looked at you for back up, but saw you staring at screen in front of you. The list of names.

Once you'd actually made it, you realised there were likely less people to find than you first though. Your housemate, Lucas, was a bike courier. He may have been out of the zone, 50/50 chance. Elizabeth, your best friend, lived on the next block over. She was home when the attack happened. You were watching her Instagram live; she was feeding her pet snake, Salem. Then, the girls at the hole in the wall café you worked at, Glory. You didn't know who was shift, so you listed all five.

There were more, but felt like naming everyone you knew would be greedy somehow. Bucky said, when you were ready, you could look through the list of the deceased. Even hearing the phrase made you feel sick though.

"Do you want to wait here?" Bucky asked.

You turned to him, ran your hands through your hair. "I don't know… I can't…" but whatever you couldn’t, you couldn’t even articulate.

Bucky nodded. "How about we get some fresh air? When we get back, F.R.I.D.A.Y. will have something for us?"

…

Out on the street, everything was loud. The whole back-in-reality thing really took you off guard. Seeing the city from the top of the Tower was different to this.

"I got ya," Bucky said, coming to walk right by your side. You looked over at him, and he offered his hand. You immediately accepted.

As you walked by multiple cafés, you wondered if Bucky had a favourite, or maybe there was a secret superhero club behind a hidden door in an inconspicuous bodega or Chinese restaurant. Alas, earwax - no such luck. Bucky held the door of a standard looking café open.

The guy behind the coffee machine nodded. "Buck,"

"Hey, Gee,"

"Seen ya's all on the news. Everyone okay?" Gee the barista asked, the genuine concern evident in his tone and expression.

"Ah, yeah. You know - nothing they can't handle," Bucky replied; you suspected it was the party line.

"Good, good. What can we get for ya then?"

"Don't worry about it, bud. I'll jump in line."

Gee shook his head and smiled as Bucky took his place in the queue to order. "You wanna grab a table? Or wait with me?" he asked you.

"Stay," you replied, stepping closer to him.

While you held your body in a way that shielded your broken bones from people's paths, it was easy being close to Bucky. He was probably very accustomed to being around the injured, so never accidentally hit the cast. You were grateful.

Bucky reached out and curled hair behind your ears, then leaned in to kiss the top of your nose. It was intimate, and brought solace. It was also very public; as he moved away, started greeting the girl at the counter, you realised there were more than a few pairs of eyes on you. Turning from the room, you stood closer to Bucky and listened to their conversation.

"You know I can't tell you that," Bucky said, leaning against the counter like he owned it.

"But, like, it's over, right? We won?"

"Tiff, would I be standing here if there was something else I could be doing?"

Tiff nodded, made a face like she'd been let in on a state secret. "Hmmm," she pondered for a second. Then, with pep, "So, the usual then? For one of Earth's mightiest heroes?"

Bucky rolled his eyes at her. "I hate you," he joked before looking at you. "What will it be?"

You hadn't really thought as far as ordering. Already feeling self-conscious and spaced out, the burning in your cheeks was getting hotter.

"Thinking maybe a pot of tea to share?" Bucky suggested, casual, but also sending you a quick wink - he was saving you again.

"Tea's great," you said.

After ordering, Bucky chose a couple of oversized armchairs by the window to sit in. He let you breathe, let you stare through the glass and people watch for a long time. He answered messages on his phone, checked in with Steve while you daydreamed. So deep in thought, or maybe just completely zoned out, you didn't even notice Bucky had made a call, or that the pot of tea had been placed on the small table between you.

Bucky said your name, but you failed to move. He reached out, tapped a knuckle against your knee. You gasped, felt your heart skip a beat.

"Sorry!" he said immediately. "Didn’t mean to scare you…"

"No, it's alright. I'm just… um,"

"You're alright, darlin'. How do you take your tea?"

It was a simple enough question, but you looked down at the table like it was all alien.

"Maybe you can make your own," Bucky said, pushing the tea tray closer to you. "Give you something to focus on. Bring you back down to earth."

…

Although you were hardly touching your tea or the cookies the staff brought over as a gift, Bucky let you sit for much longer than what anyone normally would. It was starting to get dark, the café closing around you, when you finally seemed to become aware of the rest of the world again.

"Oh. Should we go?"

"Sure," Bucky replied, standing and holding his hand out again.

After thanking everyone, you were out in the city, walking back to the Tower.

The silence that existed between you and Bucky was a comfortable one, but the closer you got to your destination, the more nervous you felt. Something in your mind snapped, told you to try to be normal. So, you started to talk. Fast. And a lot.

"Do you all go there? Like, the Avengers? It was nice. They really like you. The cookies were good-"

Bucky cut in, stopping you more than actually wanting to answer. "It's easier to go to the same places. The novelty of us eventually wears off," he told you.

"Yeah, people don't really stop staring, do they? Must get tiring, having everyone watch you all the time. And treat you different." You internally begged yourself to shut the fuck up.

"Guess I don't really know what 'normal' would be… Don't like people giving me free stuff all the time though. Don't need it. Not really a skip-the-line type of guy," he said.

You wondered how much charity he needed after Steve brought him back into the fold. Instead of asking about that, you thankfully went with, "Must be nice sometimes though?"

Bucky thought for a second. It was one of the changes in personality he experienced after Hydra. Bucky in the 30s and early 40s was a little bit of an attention seeker, a true lover of the limelight. Not so much anymore. He thought of you then - how you'd considered him to be a hero, and how you had needed him. How you still needed him.

"Maybe there's a couple perks."

You nodded, went quiet again. Bucky noticed that you switched between that frantic, almost manic state and scary quiet a fair bit. He rolled with it, a little notorious for the odd mood swing himself.

It was in the elevator of Stark Tower that you started to get jittery. The palms of your hands started to sweat, but Bucky didn't let go. He also tried to not seem like all of his attention was fixated on you, but it was. When he took you back to his suite, rather than the crazy high-tech boardroom, he thought about explaining why, but figured it wasn't one of the main things on your mind.

Sitting on the couch in the same place you'd eaten burritos for brunch, you pulled the knitted blanket back over yourself.

"Ready?" Bucky asked, sitting down next to you and putting a glass of water and box of tissues on the coffee table. You nodded. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., how'd you go?"

You felt sick, real deep down in your stomach. It was a pushing force, making you hot and uncomfortable. Suddenly, the blanket was too heavy and you pushed it away with a weird anger.

Bucky wanted to hold you, but he knew the sensation of feeling trapped by grief. He gave you space and braced himself for what was about to hit you.

"I'm not sure what the best order to deliver this is," F.R.I.D.A.Y. admitted. She knew the limits of her programmed humanity, and it was probably the most impressive thing about her.

"Good news first," Bucky said.

"I've located Lucas and Elizabeth. Lucas is currently residing in an apartment just outside the affected zone. It belongs to a Jacob Short,"

"That's his boyfriend's dad," you said, nodding to yourself. Lucas was safe.

"Elizabeth is currently admitted to Howard University Hospital. She has a broken clavicle and humerus, and damage to the glenohumeral joint - all to her right side. She is in stable condition."

You breathed out hard, then took a tissue to your face. You'd not even noticed that you'd started to cry.

"Glory was destroyed," F.R.I.D.A.Y. continued.

That's when you looked up from the patch of floor you'd been staring at. On the screen of the television, F.R.I.D.A.Y. had been showing you relevant things - the Facebook status geotagging Lucas at his boyfriend's family home, the rental agreement that showed who lived at that address, Elizabeth's medical records, even security footage of her in the hospital.

You shouldn't have looked up.

For a moment, Bucky didn't understand why your breathing had all but stopped. Average people don't get a slideshow to accompany their bad news. He looked at the screen. A photo, then another, showed the entire building Glory was a part of reduced to rubble.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., maybe we don't need the show with the tell," Bucky said.

"No!" you yelled. "I need to see."

If there was information, visual or verbal, you needed it.

"I logged into WorkForce using your credentials to view the roster. Two people were working at the time of the attacks: Carly Underwood and Ellie Gilbert," F.R.I.D.A.Y. told you. Before she said it, you knew it. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Both have been put on the list of deceased. Carly has been identified officially. Ellie is pending, but using our facial recognition and matching, I can confirm it's her."

You stood up, ripping the hoodie you were wearing off. If it was too hot before, now you felt like you were made of lava.

Bucky watched you start to pace. Your expression was alarmingly flat.

"The rest of your co-workers are safe. Only a Tara Constantine was in the affected area. She was on a bus moved to safety by Peter Parker."

There was footage taken from somebody's phone of Spiderman saving bus and carloads of people.

"I used your social media accounts to create an index of known people. As far as I can tell, you do not directly know anyone else on the list of deceased."

The phrase was still making you feel sick.

Bucky mistook that as F.R.I.D.A.Y. being finished. He thanked her, asked her to keep him updated if anything changed.

"Sorry, Sergeant. There's more."

Both you and Bucky went still. What else could there be?

"Your parents, Y/N,"

"They live on the other side of the city. Probably worried about me, right?" You turned to the screen, expected to see a worried Facebook posted asking if anyone had seen you. How could telling them you were safe not be your first thought? Stupid. Selfish.

On the screen was a grainy traffic cam photo of your parents driving. It was time and date stamped.

"They're fine," you said.

"Y/N, I'm sorry… Your parents aren't on the list of deceased-"

"Yeah, because they're fine!"

Suddenly, you remembered you did call them. You were still in the refuge centre, and it took you an hour to find someone with a phone willing to share. First, you called your dad, but it went straight to voicemail. Your mum didn't pick up. Only a month before, they'd had the landline switched off. How did you forget calling?

"But using street surveillance, I tracked their car into the affected zone. They got caught in the attack-"

"No. No. They hate that part of town. I didn't even move in that long ago and they already hate it. There's no reason for them to be there," you said, angry. No reason… except you.

"I checked through unidentified photographs-" she tried to continue, her voice noticeably more robotic than Bucky had ever heard it. He was grateful to have her then.

"The what?" you asked, confused and flustered and still feeling so fucking sick.

Bucky sighed, figured he should explain that one. "It's the same as natural disasters… When they find bodies, move them to try to identify them, they make a catalogue of photos to help. F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s saying she checked through them,"

"So? They're fine,"

"Our facial recognition and matching have a 100% accuracy record, but… I could be wrong," F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.

Bucky knew she wasn't, and was discomforted by her attempt at gentleness.

"Wrong about what?" you spat, already knowing.

"I believe your parents have passed away,"

"Show me," you said.

"Y/N, I-" from Bucky.

"Show me!" you yelled, moving to the screen, standing so close you swore you could feel the electricity buzzing from it.

The photographs from traffic cams were still up, static. You stared them down, waiting.

Bucky walked to you, stood behind you, held his breath.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. didn't speak again. She showed you all the photos of your parents she had found to base her conclusion on. The reach of her skills became apparent and terrifying. There was no way she and everything she could do, was legal. As photos from private accounts, devices, and websites flashed up, along with dozens from the DMV and work place IDs, you felt all the heat you'd brewed up drain from you.

Your body began to meltdown - you needed to pee, your mouth went dry, and earaches formed out of nowhere. It felt like you were being stabbed in the lower back. None of it made sense.

The screen went still again.

"Show me," you said once more.

Two overexposed photographs appeared on screen. Both were framed similarly - head shots of undeniably dead people. Also undeniable was the fact that they were the corpses of your parents.

"Turn it off," Bucky said.

The screen went black but you didn't look away. As long as you stayed there staring, the image wouldn't fade. You could see them in your mind. You could see the indent in your father's head, skull visible. You could see the blood on your mother’s face. Tape held their eyelids closed.

"Y/N," Bucky whispered, standing close. He waited for a response. Time was ticking by excruciatingly slowly. "Y/N, I'm gonna help you to bed," he said, but you flinched, so he stopped moving towards you. "Okay… That's okay. You can stay-" but before he could end the sentence with 'here,' you screamed out a guttural cry that mutated into sobbing.

Very quickly for Bucky then, time sped up again. It was moving too fast though. Your legs gave up, and he caught you only just before hitting the floor. You crawled out of his arms, along the floor, dry heaving between sobs and yelped of pain as you ignored the fact one hand was crushed. In the couple of seconds it took him to work out if you were going to throw up, you did. You puked all the Mexican and tea you'd had, then continued to crawl, making it close enough to a wall that you could lay on your side and lean against it.

Bucky knelt in front of you, tried to pull your hair into the tie that was usually around his wrist. Once successful, he went to retrieve a cold, wet wash cloth. He wiped your face but gave up when the sobbing seemed to get louder. He could make out words sometimes. For the most part, there was nothing coherent in your mind to articulate. You curled up into a ball, switching between deep sobs and outright screams.

Eventually, it all subsided into an even crying but you stayed in a tight ball. Bucky sat beside you, pressed close enough that he could feel each movement you made. After hours, once you'd gone quiet, Bucky whispered, "I'm gonna look after you, Y/N. Promise."

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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 4 years ago

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Since I just saw the only Hammer Dracula film I hadn’t gotten around to before, I thought I’d give a few thoughts....

Scars of Dracula is now going to be subtitled “Good Help is Hard to Find” whenever I mention it. Drac has peasants that come with torches, a servant that toys with putting a crush above job performance, and a gal that would rather sink her own teeth into his dinner. And how does he deal with this? Through wasting a lot of blood that you’d think he would find yummy. (Though in the stabbing scene it sure looks like they cut before he took a very sensible sip.) The problems of being a boss with no people skills seems to be a thing even if you have fangs.

Or a tavern owner, for that matter. The dude is just as unable contol what his employee says and does, thinking gruffness can keep her in line. He never even bothers to explain the wee hazards of working in the shadows if a vampire’s castle. I tell you, check out who you are working for and what the risks of the job are, because you can NOT count on your boss!

Actually, I really do like a glimpse at the life of a vampire’s servant. It’s all well and good for fang boy to leave a bloody mess in the bed, but somebody had dispose of the body. TBH, I rather enjoyed seeing Patrick Troughton’s Klove cheerfully rummaging about the latest victim’s belongings before casually dismembering and disolving in acid the remains of a fellow employee that had just recieved her severance package.

The movie might have been fun as a dark comedy, but unfortunately when it kept trying for comedy it just didn’t work. I say this as someone that likes The Horror of Frankenstein, so feel free to dismiss that. If they had gone for humor at least the wobbly aspects might seem part of the joke.

Wobbly like the bats....

Dear Dark Shadows, Remember how I used to giggle at your fake bat attacks? All is forgiven! Hammer did it much, MUCH worse!

Seriously, brightly lit Halloween puppet bats bouncing of clevage is just hilarious!

Hmmm, maybe they were trying to make a comedy.

Nah, the slaughter of an entire church full if the town’s “women folk” is anything but funny. I sort of love the idea of the villagers deciding enough is enough and going after Dracula, and him taking retribution on such a huge scale. The fact the silly peasants thought burning a stone castle would do the job and that Dracula actually sent the kiddie toy bat to do his killing doesn't change the fact I like the idea.

I also like the bedroom full of red. Red decorations, not blood I mean. Though there was plenty of the latter in the bed eventually. I would love that bed pre-stabbing.

Mood lighting is something no one involved in this movie had ever heard of ever. Pity. Extreme pity actually. A world of production limitations would have been hidden.

Dracula has some seriously weird pale makeup on, like me the first time I tried to do vampire make-up for Halloween. This was not a teenager goofing around in looking undead, because by now they should have had practice. Maybe they thought the lighting should be different too?

Wait, why did I never notice Christopher Lee’s nostrils before? Is it because this is the first time I’ve been watching him on such a big screen? They weirded me out for some reason.

Small towns really can suck can’t they? Never mind the vampire, locals can be seriously unwelcoming. Give ‘em a neighborhood vampire and they’ll just throw you out the door, sunset or not, if you ask questions. As a small town gal, I half expect my neighbors would so the same to me, and I’m not even a “stranger”.

Gotta admit that as a vampire fan who fell in love with the novel Dracula in 3rd grade, I never have completely warmed to the Hammer Dracula films. I enjoy them but even Hammer-wise I prefer all the Frankenstein films, Curse of the Werewolf, Doctor Jekyll and Sister Hyde, Vampire Circus, Twins of Evil...... even Blood from the Mummy’s Tomb to most of their Dracula films.

That said I kinda love Taste the Blood of Dracula. I rewatched it the other day, and other than the way Drac is offed I still love it. Does Brides of Dracula count? I love it, but Drac isn’t in it so I don’t think of it as a Dracula film. And I enjoyed The Legend of the 7 Golden Vampires, but I’m not sure it quite counts either...

Do I actually even like Christopher Lee as Dracula? I like him in many things, but his Drac films leave me kinda cold. And not in an undead way. Odd thing tp admit about one of the most beloved performers of the role, but there you go.***

Lightening gets him this time? Well that wouldn’t happen if fang boy had used his natural weapons instead of mucking about with weapons. What was it with him and using weapons in this movie? Knives, red hot swords, bit if metal lobbed at him by someone that doesn’t get the wooden stake thing..... Still, it isn’t the lamest of his deaths in the series.

Final verdict on Scars of Dracula? Well, in most ways it’s a weak movie, but at least it isn’t the atheist bashing of Dracula Has Risen from the Grave** Technically though, yeah, maybe the worst. I still might rewatch it one day, just not any time soon!

** Beware: Rant Ahead!- I made the mistake of rewatching it the other day, forgetting it was THAT one, and I ended up so upset. My father was an atheist and I’m agnostic so it kinda slaps me in the face. I suppose most people won’t get it, but if you have had to be in situations where you really don’t what to talk about it, but someone keeps at you about what church you go to, then have the gall to be angry when you tell them, you might. Once you’ve been shunned and forced to fight for the right not to pray you get sensitive on the subject. If the atheist in the movie had been a former priest that regains their faith I wouldn’t have had a problem at all, but I resent atheists being treated as someone that, when not simply being a villain, must convert. Guess what folks? Atheists can be kind, loving, ethical, and all around good people.

*** I have nothing against him. In fact, I watched the movie because I dreamed about Christopher Lee last night. We had quite a lovely conversation, well until the car we were in crashed off the top of the moss covered cube shaped mountain. There he was, smiling very pleasantly at me like he was enjoying talking to me, and next second we were plummeting to what seemed like certain death. Luckily for me I never die in my dreams, but unluckily for him the same doesn’t apply to others, The poor fellow was the only one to die, but not to worry, in true Dracula and dream fashion, he later turned out to be in a hospital suffering from extreme blood loss and still alive. Odd dream, got weird after that, but got me thinking about thr one of his Drac films I hadn’t seen....

#movies #scars of dracula #dracula #hammer films #hammer horror #hammer #christopher lee

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greaterblogston · 6 years ago

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I don't know y'all. This one was hard. And I'm not sure I really did that great of a job. But honestly, that's probably true of the last couple of these, so oh well.

I'll give brief explanations below, sometimes int he form of lyrics, sometimes in the form of cryptic nonsense. If you have questions, feel free to ask. Lyrics are italicized.

A lot of these songs are dance-punk or new age punk bands that sound kinda dance-y (Devo, Gang of Four). I like the idea that Leon liked things with specific and predictable rhythms to them, so that kind of music made sense. And then this narrative presented itself throughout the playlist - dancing became synonymous for...well, living. Do you decide to dance, even if dancing is draining? Life can be draining too. You don't have to dance to be alive, but if dancing makes you feel alive, then please keep dancing.

Track listing after the break.

1. Stroke it Noel - Big Star Do you wanna dance? Easy, now!

2. Everything In Its Right Place - Radiohead A thesis song for Leon. Order that slowly slips into musical chaos, becomes somewhat orderly again. But is still messy. Everything can be in its right place, but for how long?

3. Natural's Not In It - Gang of Four The orderly, sharp rhythm and beat, and list-like lyrics remind me of Leon. as do lines like "this heaven gives me migraine."

4. [I Can't Get No] Satisfaction - Devo For some reason I feel like Leon would like Devo, mostly because of how orderly and tight their songs feel, but this song also matches his MO a bit. Never the Rolling Stones. Leon would not be a Stones fan. God, no. But Devo's version? Yeah, he can get into that. He's never satisfied either. There's too much chaos in the world.

5. Dance Yrself Clean - LCD Soundsystem I imagine Leon confronting the worst parts of his personality in this song. Doing things that intentionally piss people off just because it's part of his nature. Like refusing to dance, even though he knows someone like Louisa loves it. Making these fussy plans and scheduling everything obsessively, even if he does do things to support others. In other words: Talking like a jerk / except you are an actual jerk / and living proof that sometimes friends are mean. / Present company expect it / Present company just laugh it off / it's better than it seems.

6. No Big Bang - Priests I get the exhilaration but when you look down and see the sheer stupidity of the roller coaster just staring you in the face as blank and inescapable as the slab of concrete below Just waiting to catch you, to crush you, your falling body, your skull All of the sudden all of the science and evolution and progress I mean sure, it looks good from a distance but when you're really inside of it you realize it's fucking terrifying

7. Dead - They Might Be Giants The quintessential song about realizing you're dead and maybe wishing you weren't.

8. Crystalized - The xx Yeah, bad pun. Leon is a crystal ball now, get it? But also a lovely little song about a complicated relationship, of which Leon has plenty.

9. Lost Coastlines - Okkervil River This is a song about two friends who are parting. The two singers were both in two different bands, Okkervil River, and Sheerwater, and one singer was leaving to focus on the other band full time. And there's just something so beautiful about these two guys duet on one song together for a final time, recognizing something was over, celebrating the time they had, what they created, celebrating each other. It's just a beautiful song and it kinda reminds me of Michael and Leon a little. There's distance there, but they will always be close.

10. Self Control - Frank Ocean Sometimes you'll miss it / the sound makes you cry Some nights you're dancing / with tears in your eye

11. Leave Me Alone - New Order From my head to my toes / From the words in the book I see a vision that would bring me luck / From my head to my toes / To my teeth, through my nose You get these words wrong You get these words wrong / Everytime You get these words wrong / I just smile

12. Retrograde - James Blake I feel like this is Leon at his loneliest. This is an incredibly lonely song. The lyrics don't really match much of what he's going through. Well, maybe the lines "You're on your own in a world you’ve grown," and "So show me where you fit."

13. I Always Wanna Die (Sometimes)- The 1975 I bet you thought your life would change / but you're sat on a train again Your memories are sceneries for things you said / but never really meant. 14. Over and Over - Hot Chip Steady beat. You can dance to it. But does Leon want to? I love that it's about repetition. Something Leon appreciates for its predictability. I like the veiled threat of lines like, "Laid back, I'll give you laid back." Leon is not going to give you laid back.

15. Pieces of the People We Love - The Rapture Cause everybody's got a little piece of someone they hide It's okay, it's the way we distract until the day we die

16. Heartbeats - The Knife Look I don't have a good reason for this to be here other than I want it to be and feel like it should be. Think of it as Leon saying goodbye to Michael in a way. I don't know. Or Leon as a guiding higher power for Michael, but also accepting that Michael needs to grow on his own. Sure. That's the ticket.

17. Unforgettable Season - Cut Copy You sent an SOS away / Reach across the sky Through glowing windows we stare / But not at home

18. Subways - The Avalanches 19. Going Home - The Avalanches These are just fun danceable mixtape music about riding the Subway so I felt, "How can I not include them on a Greater Boston playlist with dance music on it?"

20. Bodys - Car Seat Headrest This is my favorite song of the year. I could have died this year. I had a pretty bad health scare. And lines like, "Do you realize our bodies could fall apart at any second?" hit home harder than they did earlier in the year. Ultimately this song is about letting go out your personal anxieties and deciding to live, deciding to ask someone to dance, deciding to embrace life while you can. I think it's appropriate for Leon. I think it's appropriate for all of us. But it's especially appropriate for me right now. So, "those are you got some nice shoulders. I'd like to put my hands around them."

21. ...While You're Alive - Jeff Rosenstock & 22. Perfect Sound Whatever - Jeff Rosenstock Possibly weird choices, but "when you're a ghost they'll sit around and talk about why they love you the most," make it a must to include. And it's another song that's about telling people why they matter to you while they have the time.

The second song is about acknowledging that chaos is inevitable. There is no perfection. A good lesson for Leon and all his planning. "Perfect always takes so long because it doesn't exist." There is no perfect sound. It doesn't exist. Then again, if it were to exist, a room full of people cheerily chanting, "It doesn't exist!" at the top of their lungs might be it.

23. Let's Dance - Spiritualized The hour is getting late They're putting all our dreams away Lord have mercy on all of our thoughts today I should get away But I would rather stay and dance C'mon darling let's dance.

#leon #leon stamatis #playlist #leon playlist #greater boston #greater boston podcast #audio drama #audiodrama #character playlist #is tumblr dead yet?

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jennycalendar · 6 years ago

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imperfections (47/?)

read it on ao3!

as y’all know, i can’t promise regular updates, bc my motivation for this fic is absolutely bonkers. fingers crossed we see another chapter soon, tho, bc i had a lot of fun writing again!

As it turned out, Ms. Calendar had set aside a hefty file of articles and manuscripts about something called the First Evil, marking it re: Angel’s return, which would have made researching a lot faster if they’d found it right off the bat. It took five hours of reading all the useless stuff before Xander went into Giles’s office to look for pizza money and came out with a very resigned expression, holding the file out in front of him. Still, Buffy figured it had given Giles and Ms. Calendar more than enough of a break, even if it had been at everyone else’s expense.

Cordelia thought differently. “She could have at least mentioned that she’d taken literally all the useful stuff and hidden it,” she complained as they pulled up in front of Giles and Ms. Calendar’s place. It was still pretty weird to think of it as Giles and Ms. Calendar’s place instead of just Ms. Calendar’s place, but—weird in a good way. Like how Buffy felt when Faith flipped her hair or applied lipstick all slow. Or, okay, not that, but that was the only other weird-but-good feeling Buffy could think of.

Off topic. “We gave Ms. Calendar a break,” Buffy reminded Cordelia. “She probably didn’t think all the Angel stuff would come up again.”

“Thank you,” said Faith. “Don’t give Jen a hard time. She flips out every time Angel’s mentioned. If she thought she could help, she would have.”

Cordelia huffed, but she looked somewhat placated as she parked the car.

Buffy got out first, then opened the door for Willow and Faith, waiting in particular for the latter. “Hey,” she said. “Are you doing anything for Christmas?”

Faith blinked, then blushed. “Uh, yeah, actually,” she said. “Giles is having a whole not-Christmas dinner—”

“Oh, you’re going to that,” said Buffy, feeling stupid. “I kinda forgot you live with Giles now too.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, my mom wanted to know if any of my friends wanted to come over for Christmas,” Buffy began, “but now I’m starting to wonder if she and I could drop in on Giles and Ms. Calendar’s not-Christmas dinner.”

Faith looked a little surprised. “But you were gonna invite me to Christmas with your mom?”

“Yeah,” said Buffy. She felt like she might be blushing too. “Things have been really weird with Angel lately, and they kinda seem to be just getting worse, but—you’ve been really, really cool about it, and you didn’t have to be. So…thanks.”

“Hey, sure,” said Faith, giving her a small, encouraging smile. “Slayers gotta stick together, right?”

The door opened. “I thought I heard reckless driving,” said Giles, squinting at Cordelia in a way that would have been reproving if he didn’t have like fifty hickeys on his neck. Ew. “You do know that there’s a speed limit for a reason, yes?”

“Can you tell your girlfriend that next time she’s got important information, it’d be great if she didn’t hide it in your office?” Cordelia shot back.

Giles considered this. “Touché.”

“Wait, you guys knew?” Xander objected.

“We figured it out about ten minutes ago, if that helps at all,” Ms. Calendar added, peering out from behind Giles. “Also, Rupert made dinner, if you all want to take a break.”

But Oz frowned. “Uh, I hate to break it to you guys,” he said, “but there’s like eight of us, and your kitchen table only has three chairs. I’m really not seeing how a Scooby dinner is gonna be possible when you have a three-person kitchen plus all those boxes in the living room.”

For some reason, Ms. Calendar and Giles both blushed, not looking at each other. “Well, I mean, we’re making it work,” said Ms. Calendar, at the same time that Giles said, “It’s a tight fit, but it seems the most reasonable—”

“Oh,” said Cordelia. “You guys are pretending to be all casual. Listen, you’re clearly the worst kind of sappy about each other, and Giles keeps on trying to kill Angel every time the guy so much as looks at Ms. Calendar, so what’s so bad about moving into a bigger house? I mean, it’s not like Giles is gonna throw away all his books to make room for us. The man wears tweed on his days off.”

Ms. Calendar and Giles exchanged a very resigned look. “So that’s a no to the dinner, then, Cordelia?” said Giles.

“Hey, I’m all about free food,” said Xander, and pushed past both Giles and Ms. Calendar into the house.

The kitchen-table thing was solved when Ms. Calendar brought a few extra folding chairs out of a hall closet, though Faith and Buffy did end up having to sit on the counter together. Ms. Calendar came over and sat with them after a few minutes, though mostly she just let Faith steal food off her plate. “Should we talk research now or later?” she asked the room at large.

“Ugh, later,” said Cordelia.

“Now, I think, is best,” said Giles. “It’ll be brief. Jenny’s resources are quite thorough.” The last part was said in the same way most normal people would say Jenny’s super hot, which was extremely disturbing.

“Yeah, this file’s really comprehensive!” Willow piped up, sifting through the various printouts. “There’s this one bit about the guys who conjure up the First—maybe those are the people making your dreams all weird!”

Thinking back to one of her more recent (and more R-rated) dreams, Buffy winced. “Can I see those guys?” she asked, hopping off the counter to peer over Willow’s shoulder. Sure enough, the pencil sketches looked a lot like the weird priest-y guy who had showed up when she and Angel were—well. “Great,” she said. “Now I know whose teeth I’m gonna kick in.”

“The only problem with that is us not knowing where they are,” Xander pointed out. “We could hit up Willy, maybe, you know, intimidate him?”

Ms. Calendar took a sip of tea to hide her smile. Faith, biting back a grin, said, “Yeah, Xander, you go kick Willy’s ass for us.”

“I don’t think that that’ll be necessary,” Giles began.

“You don’t think I can take Willy?” Xander squared up, raising his fists like a boxer and nearly knocking over his glass of milk. “I can take him! I’m tough—”

“We’re not disputing your manliness, Xander,” said Willow, giggling. “It’s just that Ms. Calendar marked off a lot of stuff about them already.”

“Yeah, I think you guys are overestimating my research,” said Ms. Calendar, setting her mug down to cross the room as well. Faith followed. “Most of that stuff I marked off is vague, prophetic Watcher crap. No offense, honey,” she added to Giles.

“None taken,” said Giles.

“So I get to go intimidate Willy?” Xander asked hopefully.

Ms. Calendar and Giles exchanged a look. Then Giles said, “Take Faith with you.”

Xander punched the air in victory and really did knock over his milk. Giles and Ms. Calendar let out identical shrieks and dived for the research, nearly upending the table in their haste to get it all out of the way. Most of the milk ended up landing on Cordelia, who (to everyone’s surprise) nodded resignedly, kissed Xander on the cheek, and said to Willow, “It really is just a hazard of dating him.”

Faith finished dinner and headed into her room to change. If she was going to some demon bar, she didn’t want to wear the extra-nice sweater, no matter how good it looked with her leather jacket. But just as she was taking off her shirt, the door opened, and then she heard Buffy gasp, “Oh, oh no, oh my gosh I should have knocked—”

“Easy, B,” said Faith, pulling off the sweater and beginning to fold it as she turned around. “We’ve both been in a girls’ locker room before. Shut the door, will ya?”

Buffy obliged, but she did it without looking away from Faith. Specifically, without looking away from Faith’s bra. “That’s a nice bra,” she said in a squeaky voice. “Is it a push-up bra?”

“Have you been in a girls’ locker room before?” said Faith, bewildered. “Didn’t peg you for the type to get all freaked by a chick without her shirt on. Maybe if I wasn’t wearing a bra—”

“So anyway,” said Buffy very loudly, “I, uh, I just wanted to make sure you knew that the rest of us are gonna be pulling an all-nighter seeing how we can stop the First. Giles and Ms. Calendar both say that I’ve gotta beat up the Bringers, but they want to make sure the Bringers don’t have any secret strengths or anything, and, and are you going to put a shirt on?”

“You were talking to me, remember?” Faith reminded her, amused, then hesitated. Going to a demon bar was okay enough, but pulling an all-nighter with the rest of the Scoobies actually sounded a lot more her speed. “Hey,” she said. “Would it be okay if we swapped Slayer jobs? I haven’t really been feeling the whole seedy-bar thing lately.”

Buffy blinked, surprised. “Okay,” she said. “Research duty can be kind of boring, though.”

“Eh,” said Faith, smiling a little awkwardly. Research was boring. Spending time with a whole bunch of people in a warm house more than made up for that. “I’ll manage. Plus, you seem like you could do with some info-finding that’s a little more solid than books right now.”

Buffy nodded, smiling back. She looked a little sad. “Kinda, yeah,” she said. “All this stuff with Angel is really hard to deal with when I don’t know how to stop it. And if he’s enough of a danger to hurt Ms. Calendar—” Her smile faded and she looked down.

“Easy, B,” said Faith again, softer and less playful, and she crossed the room to place a hand on Buffy’s shoulder.

Buffy stilled at her touch, looking up. There was a quiet, nervous look on her face. “You’re still not wearing a shirt,” she said in a small voice.

“That a turn-off for you?” teased Faith lightly.

“Kinda the opposite,” said Buffy. Before Faith could completely process what had just happened, Buffy turned bright red, then said very fast, “Okay I gotta go help Xander with the demon thing see you later bye!” and bolted, leaving the door wide open as she ran.

Faith pulled her sweater back over her head, still staring. She thought about Buffy staring at her bra, and Buffy holding her hand, and all the weird, awkward moments that Faith had chalked up to a curious straight girl, and then she thought about how Buffy’s brand of “curious straight girl” really seemed one hell of a lot more like “bi girl in denial.”

“Huh,” she said, and tried to stop grinning. She had a feeling Jen would pick up on the cause of her stupid, unstoppable smile.

It was about one in the morning when an extremely frustrated Buffy called them from a pay phone. “All I got out of Willy was that they’re underground,” she said. “Which really, really isn’t a lot to go on. Any luck on your end?”

“Unfortunately not,” said Giles ruefully. “We’ve found bits and pieces of information about the Bringers themselves, but not quite as much about where they might be located. We’ll keep you posted, but for now—take the night off. Get some rest.”

“Will do,” Buffy agreed, sounding a little disheartened. “You too.”

Giles hung up. “Buffy says they’re underground,” he informed the group. Willow had already fallen asleep on the sofa, and Cordelia and Xander were snuggled on the floor, but Jenny, Oz, and Faith all gave him varying nods of response without looking up from their own books. “Is there anything that any of you have found in Jenny’s notes?”

“Not a lot,” said Faith. “Most of it is just dumb poetic shit. Like—” She put on an affected, Shakespearean accent, “For they are the Harbingers of death. Nothing shall grow above or below them. No seed shall flower—”

“Hold on,” said Xander, pulling himself up and off the floor to rub at his eyes. Cordelia made an indignant noise. “Ms. Calendar, remember when we went down to check out discount Christmas trees at, like, the one lot in town, and there were a bunch of dead ones that the guy was selling off for next to nothing? He said they’d just up and died in early December and he didn’t know why—”

“I remember that lot!” Jenny snapped her fingers, pointing at Xander. “We were gonna surprise everyone with a Christmas tree, but all of them were either dead or expensive so we just gave up and went home!”

“Nothing shall grow above,” said Faith significantly.

“Or below,” Jenny finished, then stood up. “Let’s go get some Bringers.”

#fic #the braveryverse #imperfections #gotta uh. officially change the tags on ao3 from ''faith & buffy'' to ''faith/buffy''

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survivingthejungle · 7 years ago

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I Surrender

did i get the title from that one song by hillsong? absolutely. i love my terrible, narcissistic, sociopathic solipsist with a god complex. i also love my mullet wearing evil baby boy. its a problem. here u go enjoy

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”Aw, shit. I think I’m in love.” Summer was over, school was back in session, and the students of Derry High School were less than ecstatic, to understate it. Same faces, as always; when you live in the same, small New England town your whole life, everyone knows everyone (whether they want to or not). Or, at least, that was the policy until you showed up. It was as if a sudden jolt of energy suddenly surged through the building; everyone seemed to automatically sense that there was a new girl in their midst. The Bowers Gang, situated at their usual place below the steps, watched the students shuffle into school with glaring eyes. When Henry himself set his eyes on you, all sorts of thoughts rushed through his head. “I say we go give our new classmate a proper introduction. Don’t you, boys?” he smirked.

”Oh, this’ll be fun,” Patrick agreed. He never ceased to amaze himself. What fun he’d have figuring out your place in his little world! Like all others, you’d soon learn to bend to his will. Everyone did, why should you be any different? “And where are you headed to this fine morning, little dove?” he asked as they approached you, daring to place his arm around you shoulder.

Oh, no, you thought. Not this early. “Okay, no.” You threw his arm off your shoulders; the others scoffed or “ooooh’d.” “Go bother some other poor soul. I don’t put up with this.” You pushed through the wall of people blocking you; a lanky, bleach blond, a heavier boy with a snapback oh his head, and another tall blond with a mullet.

”Watch how you talk to my friend there, babe,” mullet guy said. He walked up to you, getting in your face, until you were backed into a tree trunk with nowhere to go. The other lanky tall boy, the one with dark hair, got up in your space from the side. Starting to panic, throat closing up, you grabbed your Miraculous Medal handing off of your necklace and drew your closed fists to your chest.

”Well now, what’s this?” the creepy boy to your side asked. Grabbing your hands and trying to pry them open, he smirked even wider when you yanked away from him, desperately searching for a way out. “Oh, come on now, you don’t trust me? I don’t bite… sometimes,” he winked. He was right up in your face now, though the blond was still in front of you. He got closer and closer, forcing his leg between yours so you could barely move.

”You’re pretty. I’m gonna have fun with you,” he whispered, face almost touching yours. You closed your eyes shut and turned your head away from the both of them. “Whatcha think, Pat? I say we keep her,” he smirked.

”Please get away from me.” Your voice was barely audible and you sounded like you were about to cry. the boys got a kick out of that. “I’m not confortable with this. Please just leave me alone.”

”Now why would we wanna do that, dove? You’re just too much fun,” spoke the one now identified as “Pat”. He reached his hand into the bag still resting on your shoulder, and pulled out your beloved Bible; the edges were worn and there were multicolored tabs sticking out all over the place. The only things still perfectly intact were the golden engraving that read “HOLY BIBLE” and the message of spiritual salvation written inside. “Oh no,” he laughed, “Look what we got here boys! God’s little prude!”

Mullet boy grinned and chuckled. “Damn! She’s a Jesus freak? Oh, this just got so much better.”

Pat (which, you assumed, was short for Patrick) got up close to you again. “I can’t wait to show you a good time later, babe. I’ll have you on your knees worshiping me, and your ‘God’ can watch.”

This was the tipping point. You could handle the mockery and the bullying for your faith. You knew that there was a place for you in the Kingdom of God when all was said and done, and what people said to try to hurt you would never be able to take the love of God away from you. But you would not sit idly by and let some bullies disrespect you God, your creator, your father, your infinite love, your savior, and theirs (whether they believed in him or not).

“Don’t ever speak about my Savior like that EVER again. I don’t care if you mock me, I don’t care if you bully me, I don’t care if you antagonize me every day until I leave this town. You do not EVER disrespect my faith. I’ll pray for you through the intercession of ALL the saints and angels, because ‘my God’ is a faithful and forgiving God. But I am not going to let you blaspheme His name to my face. Now leave me alone and give me back my Bible!” you finished, snatching it out of Patrick’s hand before any of them had the chance to come back with a rebuttal.

”Dude…” Vic started, as they watched her quickly pacing toward the front door, “That was kinda hot.”

The day went by for you relatively quickly. You thankfully had no classes with those awful boys who had been harassing you that morning. Other than that and having to introduce yourself/be introduced in every class and then having to be seated in the middle of a bunch of people you’d never met, your day was not bad. Some sophomore in your English class even had the kindness to talk to you and make you feel less out of place. (His name was Bill, he said, and the school had let him skip a level of English because he tested out of it.) When you heard on the afternoon announcements that they were beginning auditions for the fall play (The Crucible, one you’d already done before, and one you enjoyed), you made a mental note to check out the department.

Heading out for the day through the big double doors, your eyes flitted to all of your surroundings, the thought of having to face that terrible group of boys again scaring you like nothing else. You glanced over to the far end of the quad at the same time Bill waved to you, smiling. “Have a good night, (Y/N)!” he yelled, before turning back to his friends.

One boy with dark hair and thick glasses let his jaw drop when you actually waved back and said, “Thanks Bill, you too!”

You were startled by a voice jumping out of nowhere. “Oh, really now, bird? St- st- stuttering Bill? You’d rather spend your precious time with him?” It was Patrick again. You internally cringed, but kept a straight-faced façade. “You know,” he said, circling about you like a vulture, “My offer still stands.” He gave you a wink before backing you into the wall below the steps, hands on either side of your head. He rested one arm above your head and his hand shot down to grab yours. If some random bystander had happened to walk by the two of you, they might’ve even mistaken you for sweethearts.

But the both of you knew this wasn’t so.

His hand clasped around yours, he drew it up to his chest. Leaning down, he whispered in your ear, “I can teach you how to pray.” Faces almost touching, reminiscent of the encounter from that morning, you received a devilish grin. If you weren’t so absolutely mortified, you might’ve even considered his smile to be a lovely one.

”I know how to pray just fine, thank you. Maybe someone ought to teach you.” With that, you kicked him in his right shin. Dropping your hand and bending over to nurse his wounded leg (and ego, no doubt), you ran off across the street and turned the corner to the nearest church. You hurried inside, blessing God that people were currently receiving Reconciliation.

You sat in a pew towards the back, waiting for the rest of the ley people to confess their sins before you did. You prayed and prayed, asking the Trinity to forgive you for your violent outburst. You prayed for the boys who harassed you. You prayed for Bill. And you prayed just a little extra bit more for Patrick. And then you were the only one left to confess to the priest.

”Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been… about 2 weeks since my last confession,” you said as you sat down behind the screen, not quite ready yet to be seen by this priest. “I’ve been especially bitter today. And I held onto a grudge I know I shouldn’t’ve. And I kicked a boy just before I came here. I’ve had a tough day. I know that’s not an excuse, but it is true.”

”Thank you for your confession. We all have tough days. And it’s especially easy for us to sin on those days. But I believe it takes good self discipline and a strong faith in God for you to be so prompt in confessing these sins. Usually, it takes people a couple of weeks, or months, or they never to it at all. So props to you!” he chuckled, and you did too.

”I have a feeling, Father, you might be hearing from me often. Not that I want to sin, but… there’s a boy at school. A mean boy. He and his friends mock me and they harass me for my faith. The boy I kicked? He was being… obscene, and blasphemous and… oh gosh, I must sound so self-righteous. I know that’s not a reason to hurt someone but I… I panicked. So I kicked him and I ran straight here because I just felt so awful about it. The worst part is, I know it will just be worse tomorrow.”

”This boy sounds like he could use some prayers.”

”I pray for him. I prayed for him just now, as I was waiting. And his friends. They think I’m weird, but… if nothing else, it makes me feel better. And I know that God is listening to what I say, even if they don’t.”

”Right you are about that. Look, you are obviously very regretful of what you’ve done. And you sure sound like you’ll try not to do it again. And God loves to see that in people. Go say an Our Father, a Hail Mary, and a Glory Be. I absolve you of your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”

You returned to your pew in the back corner, quietly finished your penance, gathered up your belongings, and left. Walking out the door to the front steps, you checked your watch. It was about 5 P.M. now. You trekked back to the school parking lot to grab your car and head home; your mother was worried sick by now, you knew.

You were hit by an intrusive thought when your car finally came into view. What if you see those terrible boys again? You prayed that you wouldn’t. You were already so drained and didn’t want to go through the trouble of being harassed by those boys again.

And you were suddenly hit with a passage from a book you once read. “Everything that happens once can never happen again. But what happens twice will surely happen a third time.” And unfortunately, the book was right.

”Oh look! God’s little prude came back to hang with us!” Gross. That blonde mullet boy. Oh well, you thought, the lesser of two evils. He and his posse must’ve been smoking in his car just before you arrived; he smelled thickly of smoke and had a cigarette hanging between his fingers.

He grinned smugly, walking closer and closer to you, the other bleach blond and the larger boy following him a few steps behind. “You gave Patty-boy quite the kick earlier. Had to go home to ice it. It’ll probably be bruised by tomorrow. You’re not as perfect as you pretend to be, huh?”

He was right in front of you now, but you weren’t entirely cornered. You weren’t backed up against your car and there were a few inches between you and him. “I never said I was perfect. I know I’m not perfect. I’m human. I hope your friend feels better. Tell him I said sorry.” You turned and unlocked your car, desperate to get away from this boy who apparently was such a heavy smoker a cloud seemed to be following him around; you could barely breathe.

He grabbed your arm roughly. “Now why would I do that when you can come on and tell him yourself?” He nodded his head over to a blue Trans Am. “Why don’t you come on with us? We’ll have a good time.”

”I don’t think so. I have better things to do than willingly get into a car with a bunch of boys who I barely know, who’ve been harassing me all day. Thanks for the offer, though.”

You opened your door, got in, and closed it, setting your bag and your book in the passenger seat. Pulling out of your spot, you got a quick glance at the three of them walking back to their own car. Hooligans, you thought.

The next day, to your surprise as well as theirs, you sought them out first. You marched right up to Patrick and said, without a hint of hesitation, “Sorry for kicking you in the leg. I hope you’re okay.

He gave you a strange look before grinning down at you. “Nah. I thought it was pretty kinky, actually. Maybe next time we fool around we see what other kinda stuff you’re into,” he suggested, like a creep. Any pleasantness in your expression vanished.

”Okay. Goodbye.” You turned on your heel and went to walk away before, once again, a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you back.

Backing you into the side of the steps, he brushed some stray hairs out of your face before grabbing your chin and forcing you into a rough kiss.

Your first kiss. And you didn’t like it at all.

Making an exasperated noise, you pushed against his chest, urging him to back off. “DUDE! What the heck? That was so not okay! That’s literally sexual assault? Don’t you know how messed up that is?” you outburst. Needless to say, you were not going to deal with this in a calm, civil manner. You were enraged.

Patrick, however, was having a field day. By far, you must’ve been the best creation his brain had ever come up with. If he were any other person, he might’ve even said “She can’t be real,” but he knew that was already the case. At any rate, toying with you was the highlight of his day, without a doubt. “Aw, come on babe, don’t act like you didn’t like it. Don’t you love the rush you get when you know you just committed a sin?”

The smarmy bastard, you thought, quickly apologizing to Jesus for your outburst as well as bad language. “Let’s get one thing straight- I didn’t sin just now. That was you. All you. And I’m leaving now.”

“Better hope your boyfriend Billy don’t hear about this! I’d hate for him to get his little heart broke!” You looked back at him and merely rolled your eyes. “Or your other boyfriend Henry! You know, he hates competition!” But by this time you were up the stairs and ito the building. Today was going to be a long day.

And this was going to be a long year.

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Going Going Kugane, Part 6

A Dragon’s Blessings - A New Ramen Shop Opens!

Editor’s Note: Sorry for the delay on this! I kind of burned myself out trying to take the logs, adjust them into something story-ish, and intersperse proper screenshots and the like throughout. I had a lot of fun running this arc and had wonderful players, so I want to see this all put up. However, to keep from burning myself out again, I will be going with a simplified version. I’ll still be including music (where appropriate) and screenshots - albeit up front and possibly end instead of all over - but I will be posting the raw logs instead. My apologies for the wait and the change, but I hope everyone still enjoys!

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[19:48](Chachanji Gegenji) > It has already been a couple suns since the group arrived at Kugane. The first spent recovering from the trip with rest and ramen, followed by a rowdy and regaling spot in the inn's famous hot springs. There was even time for a little bit of shopping here and there! And that is where the group was this sun - out and about at the markets, taking in the scenery and observing the various wares of the Hingashi trade town.

[19:51](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara was eyeing an assortment of housing decorations such as vases, carpets, and lanterns. "Hm... these would look pretty in the new house.." [19:52](Y'zhara Zekial) "Too bad I can't really buy a whole lot." [19:53](Chachanji Gegenji) "'cuz we'd hafta find a way to bring it all back?" Chachanji ventured, looking up at the Miqo'te. "As I figger, payin' fer it wouldn't be th' hard part." [19:53](Denz De'bayle) *Denz followed the pait around, eyes going to the wide markets around them. The bustling and people seemed even greater than the first set of stalls they had been to in the Rakuza district. Denz's eyes looked from ware to ware, but he never approached any of them with the aim of purchasing.* "Hm, I guess we had missed a whole other half of the market..." [19:54](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara would turn her head and nod at him. "Exactly... I doubt the ship we're going on would be willing to let us bring a whole lot of cargo." [19:54](Jancis Milburga) Jancis was having quite a bit of fun 'window shopping'. Keeping her hands to herself and stepping out of someone else's way if they wanted to get close to the wares, she inspected everything. Multiples of the same item didn't draw her attention as much as simple items that were few and far between. "I dare think most of the city itself is nothing but market. It makes the task of finding gifts easier." [19:54](Y'zhara Zekial) "Speaking of which... how are we getting back? I doubt the crew of the Rusty Toise is going to want us back on after what happened." [19:57](Denz De'bayle) "But so too does it make it harder. What small shop have we passed that could prove a more fruitful bounty than the stalls out here on the street?" *His head turned to Y'zhara, picking up her words and stretching his mouth in thought. He stepped forward, keeping a hand wrapped around Jancis' as he leaned to speak with the pair.* "The adventurers use the aetheryte here. It would be costly, but we could always take that back." [19:57](Chachanji Gegenji) "I'd figger they'd be super willin' ta let us back on if'n we needed it... considerin' we saved 'em from sinkin'n all," Chachanji countered with a thoughtful look that just made him seem really interested in a small wind-up toy of a Namazu that would pop out of its little pot after a few turns of the handle. "Though, um... yeah. I 'spose th' aetheryte might work. From this far, though... it'd really drain ya." [19:58](Y'zhara Zekial) "That's true.." she'd then look at her three traveling companions, scratching her head. "Denz, do you get sick traveling by aetheryte? I'm not too concerned about Jancis, more concerned about you and Chachan." [19:58](Y'zhara Zekial) "I'm an arcanist and I still get a headache." [20:00](Denz De'bayle) "Aether sickness or sea sickness? A month of travelling, or but a few seconds? Rather I be nursing my sickness at home than risking another garlean visit on the water. Or worse." *He shook his head.* "My inexperience with aetherical travel should not determine the course of action. Especially one so important." [20:00](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara smiled and nodded. "I guess you have a point. It's a lot less of a risk." [20:02](Chachanji Gegenji) > The crowds hustled and bustled about the group as they talked. Many conversations being had over wares or just among one another. Bragging about the deal one had gotten on some fine silks, another speaking of a play they had gone to see. There was even rumblings of someone describing a great seaweed-haired beast that had rescued a wayward ship floundering at sea. The last got Chachanji flustering and lowering his ears a little bit. "A-ah... w-well, whatev'r ya guys want ta do. 'm sure we-- [20:03](Chachanji Gegenji) could find a ship back if'n we needed one..." [20:03](Jancis Milburga) Jancis could only nod along with that, "We have options, nonetheless. " She glances up at Denz. "And nothing important was every so easy. I still believe there will be wondrous things to see and bring back from Chachanji's childhood home." [20:04](Denz De'bayle) "Exactly, we haven't even made it to the mainland yet." *He agreed with Jancis, before looking down at the pair.* "We should find a ship for -that-, first." [20:05](Y'zhara Zekial) "Oh yeah!" Zhara snapped back to the topic of the items in the markets. "Hm... ooo... a wall scroll." Zhara started unrolling the scroll to see the Doman lettering on it. "... This is kind of cool." [20:05](Y'zhara Zekial) "Not sure what it reads, but it looks pretty." [20:05](Denz De'bayle) " 'I sure hope someone buys me.' " [20:05]Denz De'bayle grins tauntingly at Y'zhara Zekial. [20:06](Jancis Milburga) "Thaliak's Grace," Jancis got closer to look at the scroll at Denz's comment, "Chachanji does it truly say that?" [20:06](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara turned her head at Denz and let out a loud chuckle at that. "Of course it doesn't Jancis, it was a bad joke on Denz's part." was a bad joke on Denz's part." [20:06](Chachanji Gegenji) "A-ah, were we still plannin' on tryin' ta cross th' Ruby Sea then?" the little Lalafell intoned, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I 'spose tha' should be our next thin' ta do..." His thoughts were disrupted as he watched a small procession of figures move through the streets - the crowd parting for them. It wasn't a particularly large group, but the priestly figure at its center certainly drew attention as they moved south towards the more open parts of town. The Lalafell blinked and looked-- [20:06](Chachanji Gegenji) back. "H-huh? Oh, no. 's jus' a poem." [20:08](Jancis Milburga) The hyur's head snaps back just in time to see that mischievious grin. "Not again." Looking frustrated but a moment at being fooled so easily, she smiled at the joke right afterwards. "Of course we are still planning such. That is a big part why we all came here. Not going without seeing it. We are so close! Sea or not!" [20:08](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara would eye the priestly looking man. "Huh... he has nice looking robes. The culture is so beautiful here." [20:09](Denz De'bayle) *Denz laughed at Jancis' innocent inquiry, placing a hand on his cheek in guilty embarassment and holding up his hands helpelessly, before his eyes cut across to the group parting the crowd.* "Who're they? City officials?" [20:09](★Y'zhara Zekial) "... I'm not sure." [20:10](Jancis Milburga) Jancis followed Zhara's gaze, watching the magic of someone being able to part the 'Spoken Sea'. [20:10](Chachanji Gegenji) "Ah, I 'spose so. I jus' 'member tales'a how troublesome it was ta get 'cross th' Ruby Sea..." Chachan murmured throughtfully before his attentions were brought back to the procession by Zhara and Denz's comments. "Ah, th' one in th' middle there is a priest. Prolly off ta pray fer th' blessin's'a th' kami or ta purify somethin'." [20:11](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara looked down at Chachan. "Can we watch the priest pray to the kami, or is that not allowed?" [20:11](Denz De'bayle) "The kami being...?" [20:11](Y'zhara Zekial) "Oh, kind of like Doman gods." [20:12](Y'zhara Zekial) "Except they're more like... spirits?" [20:12](Chachanji Gegenji) "Huh? Oh, 'm sure they wouldn't mind as long as ya dun get in th' way," the Lalafell assured her before looking to Denz. "Mm. Kinda? They're th' spirits ta inhabit all thin's. And th' spirits of ancestors past." [20:13](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara perked up a little. "We should go! I think Jancis would especially love to watch it, especially since she knows so much about the Twelve, and how she's so spiritual... right Jancis?" [20:13](Denz De'bayle) *Denz's gaze looked at Jancis quizically.* "Like the elementals in the Shroud?" *He furrowed his eyebrows at Chachanji.* "Ancestors and gods?" [20:14](Jancis Milburga) "May we, then?" Jancis' attention was swift at Chachanji's identification of the priest. She stood on her toes to keep the group in sight, edging in their direction. "I. I truly would." [20:14](Denz De'bayle) "Quite the pedestal to hold up one's family to." *He put a hand on his chin in thought.* "Everyone believed mine family crazy for holding our ancestors in reverance. Not that we had a choice." *He tapped his forehead with a grin.* [20:14](Chachanji Gegenji) "Mmm. I thin' th' elementals might be kinda-sorta like th' kami? Jus' tha' there's all sorts'a 'em in all sorts of thin's... even this!" He lifted up that Namazu jack-in-the-pot toy again for emphasis. "Though... it would have ta be taken good care of fer many cycles afore th' kami within could manifest..." [20:15](Chachanji Gegenji) "But yeah, if'n ya guys wanna see what they're doin', I dun mind." [20:16](Denz De'bayle) *Denz begins musing to himself, before holding out an arm down the path the priest went.* "By all means, let us go see." [20:17](Jancis Milburga) Jancis blushes as she thinks more about Zhara's accurate appraisal of her, touched at the familiarity. "You are not crazy, Denz. Much as I am impure." Clearly something had settled in over the past couple days. [20:18](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara almost jumped excitedly. "Yeah! Let's go! Hurry, we're almost losing sight of them." Zhara would then scoop Chachan into her arms as if that was going to make them "go faster". [20:19](Denz De'bayle) *Denz blinked in surprise at Jancis' words, stunned for a moment before squeezing her hand in a heartfelt gesture.* "Thank you, lov-" *Did Y'zhara just pick the man -up-?!* [20:19](Jancis Milburga) Jancis grasped on to Denz's pointing hand, squeezing him as she eagerly started to follow, though in the large swell of people, the knight broke through the crowd with her in tow. Bumping on Denz's to echo Zhara's haste. "Denz can surely still see them? Lead on, my love! By and by!" [20:20](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara blinked as she started walking quickly with Chachan. "What? Yeah I do it all the time. I have to work out a lot for my job, I'm very strong." [20:21](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara squinted her eyes and grunted a little after saying 'strong'. "Gotta hold him with two arms though. He's still heavy." [20:21](Chachanji Gegenji) "... It helps tha' 'm not wearin' me usual chain-lined clothin'n me tools..." Chachan admitted sheepishly, scratching at his cheek as he was hauled along. [20:22](Denz De'bayle) *Denz himself could not fathom being carried by Jancis save for being wounded. Though it looked Chachanji was not foriegn to the gesture, so he would not question his pride, leading Jancis behind the pair closely.* [20:22](Chachanji Gegenji) > As for the priest, he had a surprisingly mundane location as his destination - a small, shabby-looking little shop set just before the line of warehouses leading out towards the pier. [20:22](Y'zhara Zekial) "That does help a lot, yes." Zhara was now following Denz to where ever that priest was going. [20:22](Jancis Milburga) "Chain or not, always a smith. Thaliak's sake, I could compare you to Denz, but, he is." She looks up at the elezen. "You are more of an armful, per say." [20:23](Chachanji Gegenji) > Perhaps more recognizable, however, was a very familiar little cart that had been moved to just next to the door. And the couple that even now stood with the priest and fervently greeted and thanked the man. [20:24](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara would finally set Chachan down once they reached their destination. [20:26](Chachanji Gegenji) > The priest nodded with a gentle smile and stepped into the building, casting about some strange powdery material and murmuring prayers. All the while, his entourage and the couple watched him work in reverence. [20:27](Denz De'bayle) *Denz looked in confusion at the priest's actions, moving quietly towards the ramen couple's cart, nodding to the man.* "What's he doing?" [20:28](Jancis Milburga) Lehsohmarrn had kept a low profile. By that, he was dozing as a growing dragonet to the point he looked like some fancy pauldron Denz wore on a elegant (but not formal) tunic. [20:28](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara began watching in awe as she stood behind Chachan. She'd whisper softly to Jancis: "Wow... I don't know what he's doing but it looks so cool." [20:29](Y'zhara Zekial) Was Zhara a bit too excited? Maybe. [20:29](Chachanji Gegenji) "Ah, the dragonbearer, again you come to bless us!" the man all but chirped at Denz's approach, though he did shift here and there in an attempt to spot the little dragonling. "The priest is cleansing this place of any potential negative energy, and blessing it for our new shop. We had long wanted to settle down and have a full restaurant of our own, and our chance came after our meeting with you!" [20:30](Jancis Milburga) The simple temple made Jancis beam all the more, watching with awe beside Zhara as Denz scouted off. "I know not, either. Thaliak willing we can find out." Her eyes went about to see if ther ewere stains of the same powder gathered up around the frame from times past. "It is hard to know; I wish not to assume." [20:31](Jancis Milburga) "A new shop. Negative energies." Stepping back, Jancis had realized she had already assumed this humble shop was a humble temple. [20:31](Denz De'bayle) *Denz raised his eyebrows.* "Truly? This is to be your shop? That's wonderful to hear!" *He looked at the cart in question.* "Had you travelled far with your wares before hand?" [20:33](Chachanji Gegenji) > The place seemed more dusty than anything else. A building that had apparently fallen into some degree of disuse. It had definitely looked as if someone had hurriedly taken a broom to it before the priest's arrival, though fragments of spider's webs clung here and there in the darker corners. The priest himself didn't seem to mind, casting the powder about and calling for the kami to be at ease and to bless the new beginnings of the building. [20:35](Chachanji Gegenji) "We've spent years towing about our little cart, serving our ramen and other dishes to the many who frequent our fair city," the ramen-maker's wife stated with a smile that again showed the crow's feet about her eyes. "But we've never been able to scrape up enough to afford a place of our own. Until that blessed meeting but days ago. Word spread so quickly that a dragon had alighted at our little cart and we were all but flooded with customers!" [20:36](Jancis Milburga) Every word and gesture was watched by the hyur, a curious smile of wonder on her face as she studied with polite curiousity. Her lips moved silently, copying parts of the priests words as she had no other way to take notes. [20:37](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara eyed Denz with the noodle cart couple, slightly overhearing what had transpired. She'd quietly walk over to the couple and whisper. "Congratulations! I'm glad you were able to buy a building for your restaurant." [20:37](Denz De'bayle) *Denz took a step back.* "Wh- You mean when we arrived?" *He looked down at Lehs, shifting his shoulder swiftly to rouse the dragonling from his slumber, mentally impressing the importance of him being awake for this.* [20:38](Chachanji Gegenji) "It was the busiest couple days of our lives," the husband admitted. "But not only did we take in much koban, we even met with the man who was going to have this place torn down. Instead, he offered to sell it to us!" [20:39](Jancis Milburga) The silver body swelled with a breath as the suggestion stirred Lehs, jewel-like eyes opening to regard the elezen before heeding the request and moving to stand on the convenient perch, tail drapping behind Denz's neck and down his chest. [20:40](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara chuckled at Denz. "I guess dragons are good luck then, huh?" [20:42](Chachanji Gegenji) > As the couple continued to heap praise on Denz and his wonderful dragon companion, the priest continued his ritual. Jancis would mouth many small prayers - exorcisms to coax away any negative energies that had accumulated within the long-forgotten building, promises and offerings to the kami of the place that it would once again see life and use, and blessings upon the building to remain steady and hale as it began its own new life as a restaurant. [20:42](Jancis Milburga) Leh's long neck craned towards Zhara, purposefully blowing a small gust of wind at the woman's hair that peeked from the hat. Was it a grin? Could a dragon even do that? [20:43](Denz De'bayle) *Denz looked back up at the shop, slowly shaking his head.* "I... I cannot take credit for all this." *He gestured to the couple, keeping his hands held up helplessly.* "'Twas your meals that paved the way to this joyous moment. We were just travellers you kindly fed." *He craned his neck, trying to subdue the prideful dragon who was feeling good about himself.* [20:45](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara grinned back at the dragon and gave him a gentle pat pat. "Good boy, want treat?" Zhara then patted around her pockets, she used the last of her 'treats' on her carbuncles. "Oh... I'm sorry, I ran out." [20:45]Denz De'bayle looks at Y'zhara Zekial in shock! [20:46](Chachanji Gegenji) > The rest of the retinue - city officials from the looks of them, were soon distracted by the conversations Denz and the shop owners were having. Though, any words of irritation melted away when they got to see the silver dragonling for themselves. They had looks of disbelief, as if they had not taken the couple's words seriously. The latter were too engrossed with their talk with Denz to really lord it over them, though. "Ah, but it was word of the dragon's blessing that drew in the man who-- [20:46](Denz De'bayle) "E-eh... He's not an animal, Y'zhara. He can... talk..." *He ran a hand against his cheek in second hand embarassment, though beneath that he couldn't help but laugh at Lehs misfortune.* [20:46](Chachanji Gegenji) had owned this plot. Without that, we may still have been searching for a place to put down roots..." [20:47](Y'zhara Zekial) "... He can? Isn't he just a baby?" [20:50](Jancis Milburga) A silvery head twisted and regarded Zhara, not looking too disappointed at the lack of gift. "Ahim Darn smah dyhr a hess y sohm a forhnesh." [20:51](Chachanji Gegenji) > As the group continued their discussion over what Lehs may or may not have done, the priest finished his ritual. Stepping back to the threshold to the building, he stood patiently to await everyone to turn their attentions to him. Though, it seemed Jancis and Chachanji were the only ones doing so. [20:52](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara snapped out of paying attention to Lehs and looked over at the priest who was standing silently. [20:52](Jancis Milburga) Jancis smiles at the priest, hands held together in front of her, watching with deep seated earnest attention. [20:53](Denz De'bayle) *Denz chuckled to the miqo'te.* "'Tis a hard concept to understand, but nay, he thinks and acts beyond his year. He was conscious within his egg, before we had met him." *He turned his attention to the priest, taking up a polite stature before the respectable man.* [20:54](Jancis Milburga) Lehs regarded the ramen couple, warbling kindly before following Denz's gaze, echoing the elezen's sentiments and giving the priest something of a peer look. It was the best a proud dragonet could do. [20:54](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara nodded. "That's very interesting. You'll have to tell me more later." she'd whisper to Denz. [20:56](Chachanji Gegenji) > As the group turned their attentions to the priest, so too did the officials and the couple. Once all eyes were upon him, the priest opened his own and regarded them all. "It is done. This place has been purified and blessed. May the kami smile upon it and see it prosper." He took hold of a rope that dangled over the door frame and pulled it, pulling the tarp off the sign that had been set above it. It was a rushed thing, but it had the restaurant's name clearly painted on it in Othardian-- [20:56](Chachanji Gegenji) script. Difficult to read for those unfamiliar, but the somewhat haphazard image of a silvery dragon that snaked beneath the name gave hint enough to what it might be. [20:58](Denz De'bayle) *Denz looked up at the sigh, audibly gasping in shock.* [20:58](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara smiled. "Look Lehs, your very own restaurant. Now you can come here and get all the ramen you want, isn't that great?" [20:58](Jancis Milburga) Not waiting to see if it was proper, Jancis claps, beaming up at the sign before gasping and looking over at Denz! [21:00](Chachanji Gegenji) Chachanji couldn't help but giggle at the sign. "Yer friend really impressed 'em, Mr. Denz. Tha' name is basically... 'House'a th' Silver Dragon's Bowl.'" [21:01](Jancis Milburga) Denz's shock echoed into Lehs, wings extending out before giving a couple flaps. Once again the beast spoke in its deep tongue, telling Denz that he and their companions must go inside, as they were now representing the hard work and perseverance of the ramen couple. [21:01](Chachanji Gegenji) The couple turned and nodded rather emphatically to Zhara. "Oh, but we would be delighted if our first customers were to be the very ones who brought us the blessings of the dragon." [21:03](Chachanji Gegenji) "It will be at least a day's time before everything is ready, now that our restaurant has been blessed," the wife explained. "But once it is ready, we would very much like you all to come to its grand opening." [21:04](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara smiled. "That sounds wonderful, do you two need any help setting up and getting ready for your opening?" [21:05](Denz De'bayle) *Denz's shocked face turned towards the noodle couple, cheeks aflamed as he stammered into talking.* "I-I would be honored. -We- would be honored. I..." *He looked back at the shop, still gathering what had just happened.* [21:06](Jancis Milburga) "That would be such a honor!" Jancis echoed from behind, clearly enthused and joyed by the thought. "And thank you Lord for blessing this place. they were so kind to us when we first did arrive in the city. To have warm wholesome food right there meant a great deal. Now here by the docks as many sailors step back upon the land will hearten many more others." [21:08](Jancis Milburga) No pink hit the silvery wyrm, but he felt it wings flapping a moment before tucking along his back, the soft rumble of agreement soon following. [21:09](Chachanji Gegenji) "Ah, we wouldn't want to impose on you," the wife piped up again, shaking her head. "We've cleaned it up a bit... but there is still quite a bit to do. We have new tables and chairs that are to be delivered this afternoon, and tomorrow morning we have equipment for the kitchen being brought in... and it won't be until late evening that it is all set up." [21:10](Chachanji Gegenji) > The priest gave a small nod to Jancis. "It is as the kami will," he intoned, looking out over the pier. "It was the blessing of a dragon brought by ijin that breathed new life into this place, it is only fitting it be where many more travelers can partake of it." [21:12](Y'zhara Zekial) "Alright... we are going to attempt to head to the mainland sometime soon, but we aren't following a strict schedule." she looked over at the group. "So we could help move furniture if you guys want." [21:13](Denz De'bayle) *Denz nods in agreement.* "Aye, we can do naught but help." *He looked over to the couple.* "Do you know any ships that couls take us into Othard?" [21:14](Chachanji Gegenji) "If they are going to insist, dear, it would be rude of us to turn them away," the husband stated softly to his wife, resting a hand on her shoulder. "We would be honored to have you again bless us with your aid." He turned to Denz. "Unfortunately, we do not... but those bringing the tables and chairs might." [21:15](Jancis Milburga) Jancis repeats, "kami will" quietly, repeating the other parts of ijin and breathing. "May I ask Lord what moves the kami so? Forgive me, I am unfamiliar with such terms. The kami has been welcomed to this place as much as harkened us to come here? What corruption haunted this building afore?" [21:17](Jancis Milburga) Lehs seemed to be picking up on Denz's intentions well enough, also urging the man he looked to to stay and aid. The impression and responsibility to see this building off at the forefront of the beast's mind. [21:17](Chachanji Gegenji) The priest shook his head. "It is not so much that we called the kami here as they were -already- here. The kami of this place had been left alone and forgotten. Untended and mistreated - all of that can build up resentment and negative energy. So we cleanse the land and reassure the kami within." [21:18](Chachanji Gegenji) "Then, once appeased, we ask them to accept and bless the building's new tenants, so that they help and aid them in their new venture." [21:18](Denz De'bayle) *Denz bowed his head in understanding, before his eyes looked back up at the sign, moving towards Jancis slowly.* [21:20](Jancis Milburga) She let the answer soak in, looking over the building as if to see it, eyes closing more so to feel the energy as if she could pick up much from a building. Perhaps the land and air. [21:22](Chachanji Gegenji) > Perhaps it was just due to the positive feeling in the air in general surrounding the ramen couple, but Jancis could almost just sense what might be the kami of the building. Indeed, they seemed to have an air of calm and... perhaps a thin layer of excitement. As if eager to once again inhabit a place full of vigor and life. [21:24](Jancis Milburga) Blinking, the conjurer smiles as her eyes open fully again, hands coming up to her chest as she hugs her hands together. [21:27](Jancis Milburga) "Dare think I am starting to understand. Thank you, Lord." Greeting Denz quietly as he walked back over. "There will be a reminder of us to remain once we have left these shores." Her hand went up to his arm, squeezing lightly. [21:28](Chachanji Gegenji) The priest nodded before casting a thoughtful glance towards Lehs and Denz. He bowed his head and murmured a little prayer of thanks to the kami before heading off, likely to his next task for the city considering how the officials quickly scampered after him. [21:28](Denz De'bayle) *Denz nods his head to the priest, remaining silent. Most of what was said went over his head. Jancis however turned towards him and he sucked in a deep breath eyes widening.* "It's only been a few days. At this rate, we'll have the entire city naming things after us."" [21:29](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara smiled. "Well that was a neat experience, I'm glad we followed that priest." [21:29](Chachanji Gegenji) "I'd hope not... tha'd be super embarassin'," Chachan murmured at Denz's exaggeration. [21:30](Denz De'bayle) "No Gojirafell statue, my friend?" [21:30]Denz De'bayle grins tauntingly at you. [21:30](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara giggled. "You'd make a very cute statue Chachan." [21:30](Jancis Milburga) Jancis brings a hand up to her mouth, vainly hiding the smile and soft laughter Denz's taunt brought. She was quick that time. [21:30](Chachanji Gegenji) "Though, 'm pretty happy tha' these two got ta fulfill their dream due ta us showin' up..." His thoughtful expression twisted into a cough of surprise. "N-no thankya!" [21:31](Jancis Milburga) "Though, it if could be, it would be a very comforting protective statue." [21:31](Y'zhara Zekial) "You don't want a statue like of that one samurai in the aetheryte square?" [21:31](Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan shook his head. "N-nah, I dun need stuff like tha'. I jus' like helpin' people... dun need ta show off what 've done, y'know?" [21:32](Y'zhara Zekial) "That's what happens to kishis like you." [21:32](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara grinned and knelt down to hug him. "I'm glad you're so humble." [21:33](Denz De'bayle) *Denz closed his eyes in quiet musing.* "I would not be here if not for Jancis. Nor she for your choices to come here. And Y'zhara's... idea?" *He looked questioningly at Y'zhara, attempting to include her, shaking his head hasitly.* "What I meant to say is, this was not mine credit alone. I hope you all see that." [21:33](Y'zhara Zekial) "Yeah I'm glad we all decided to come, it was a good experience." [21:34](Denz De'bayle) "One that has but begun." [21:34](Chachanji Gegenji) The little Lalafell scratched at his cheek. "I think th' kami sought ta ensure we made it here. 'n saw to it tha' we were where we needed ta be..." [21:34](Y'zhara Zekial) "Agreed! Yes, I'm glad we made it here safely." [21:34](Jancis Milburga) "It is the Spinner's chance we are caught up in such a fortunate time. That soup was so fulfilling. It was long ready for such a sun to come." She nods at Chachanji. [21:36](Chachanji Gegenji) > As the group talked, the couple gave them their respectful distance. Of course, they were soon busy themselves as the shipment of chairs and tables arrived. Litters pulled by strong Roegadyn and Au Ra were stacked with the things, and the movers were quick to start carrying the items into the shop at the couple's direction. [21:37](Denz De'bayle) *Denz smiled at Jancis, agreeing before watching the movers bring in the store items.* "It does not look like we would need to help. Shall we find a way to cross this Ruby Sea, then? We are already by the water." [21:38](Y'zhara Zekial) "Sure... I heard it was difficult to get over there, but maybe we'll get lucky." [21:39](Jancis Milburga) Lehs watches the movers and the inside the shop, making it clear he's paying attention even for just showman's sake. [21:40](Chachanji Gegenji) "Oh, are you heading off then?" the husband asked, moving away from the hustle and bustle. "If you are, at least stop by once you're done with whatever errands you are setting out to do. The kitchen is not quite ready yet, but at the very least we can make you something the old-fashioned way." He grinned a bit and motioned towards the cart. [21:41](Jancis Milburga) "More luck." The weak joke made Jancis smile nonetheless, "It would still be a start. We can check on the shop after. As it is we will only be taking up more space." She peeks in the shop, trying to see if she can useful, but it was surely a bustle without her being inside, too. [21:42](Y'zhara Zekial) All of a sudden, the group would start to hear a large rumble... was it an earthquake? A ship coming to port? No! It was Zhara's stomach. "... Come to think of it, I could use a snack." [21:43](Chachanji Gegenji) > Inside the shop, the delivery men were quite busy indeed. Moving the tables and chairs at the ramen-maker's wife's direction. As they came out to grab more off the litters, they brought out old and damaged furniture with them, casting it aside to make room for the new. [21:44](Chachanji Gegenji) "Well, if'n we help now... then they might get finished sooner 'n then we can enjoy a nice bowl'a ramen all th' sooner too...?" Chachan offered, though he seemed more interested in the former than the latter. Though that didn't mean he didn't have any interest in the later. [21:45](Denz De'bayle) *Denz chuckled, looking between his companions.* "If you've the means to, I would not deny another meal. I will let the others decide." *He glanced to the party, letting them decide the next course of action.* [21:46](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara shrugged. "Whatever you'd like to do." [21:47](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara thought for a moment. "... Yeah I really don't care, I can hold off on eating if you guys want to find a ship to the mainland." [21:47](Y'zhara Zekial) "Or we can help." [21:47](Jancis Milburga) Jancis looks up at Denz, "I say we stay here and help. If this place is like Limsa, then many of the ships have already departed sun and new ones will be arriving until sunset. There will be more people to ask later." She saw an opportunity to help, now, going over to the old dusty furniture to hopefully stack it into more useful piles. [21:48](Chachanji Gegenji) "Yer tummy seemed ta say otherwise," Chachan commented with a small grin, poking at Zhara's tail. [21:49](Denz De'bayle) *Denz nods, moving towards the cart and shaking Lehs off his arm to perch on that for the time being. He jogged inside, standing alongside the taller species and assisting in moving the furniture into place as the old was taken out..* [21:51](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara smiled weakly. "Yeah... you know me too well honey." she'd kneel down to give him a kiss before standing up and heading inside to help the movers with tables and chairs. [21:51](Jancis Milburga) The dragonet hopped off almost pre-emptive to the gesture, claws ticking on the wood and metal before finding a comfortable perch. Glancing up at the sign after awhile the beast tried to imitate the pose, stretching out across the cart. [21:53](Jancis Milburga) While Jancis left an open patch for everyone to dump old stuff, she tried to sort out what was outside cleanly along side the building and stairs, brushing at the dust to see what the furniture use to be and what for. [21:53](Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan gave a little giggle before following along as well. He was originally dismissed as being too little to be of much help, but his stubborn determination - plus handling a table more or less on his lonesome (plus a little help from Zhara due to the awkwardness of the shape) proved he could be handy. And so the entire group aided in the slow transformation of the building's main room from dilapated and forgotten to the beginnings of a restaurant front. [21:56](Chachanji Gegenji) > As this all went down, all the commotion plus the rumors of a silver dragon witnessing the setting up a restaurant named after it was quickly attracting attention. Even passersby would pause to take a look at what was going on. Even just by being there, the group seemed to be drumming up more attention for the shop's grand opening. All seemed to be going quite well indeed. There was so much hubbub that barely anyone noticed when a figure slipped in, crammed Lehs into a sack, and escaped into-- [21:56](Chachanji Gegenji) the throngs of people... [22:01](Jancis Milburga) Lehs would look up, echoing the helpful feelings he was getting from Denz in his own tiny way. His gaze would go to newcomers in a calm manner . Yet all the work was hard on a tiny month-old hatchling. Resting a bit more than looking presentable on the cart, it wasn't immediate when the dragonet tried to struggle and claw at the sack, his outrage and alarm shooting back to the elezen urgently. Would the hisses and protests even leave the bag?! [22:14](Denz De'bayle) *Denz was helping an Au Ra carry in a box, when the sudden panic struck across his mind. He immiediately dropped his end of the box, breaking whatever the contents were as he rushed out the door, pressing a hand against a Roegadyn's side to push his way out.* "Lehs?!" *His head swiveled to and fro, before putting a hand into his hair.* "Where's Lehs?! Where's my dragon?!"

#ffxiv logs #going going kugane #chachanji #y'zhara zekial #jancis #denz

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╯jon bernthal, he/him.╭ ─ get off the street, it’s ( gabriel warshawsky ) ! i heard they’re a ( forty ) year old ( assassin ) in the saints. don’t let that smile fool you, i heard they’re most known to be ( fanatical ); sometimes they can be ( disciplined ) but i hardly doubt it. they seem like they’d be the ( archangel ).

hey demons it’s ya boy elliott with another old man! elliott’s old men-- now with more age! anyway this is gabriel warshawsky! he’s got tinnitus & PTSD so you guys are in for a wild ride with this big boy! lets back track a bit though, shall we?

first off gabe here comes from a fairly normal household, his father was a lawyer with a big sense of justice and his mother was a homemaker with a massive focus on her family. he has two younger brothers and an older sister, all of them he mostly gets along with, still to this day. however life wasn’t without it’s hiccups. his parents had always been super religious ( jewish ) for one; integrating it into him from a young age. to the point where when gabriel joined up with the military for awhile ( like he joined up pretty young like asap ) he earned the nickname ‘cohen’ ( it’s the jewish word for priest ) he was always reading scripture in his free time and it just kinda stuck. from there gabe sorta developed some bad PTSD from the things he saw and did ( worked in a tanker and boy! did he see some shit ) it’s also what caused his tinnitus ( loud noises without ear protection one 2 many times woops ) and that’s when things started to go downhill, or up hill depending on how one wants to look where it’ll eventually bring us. gabriel got into odd jobs after that, not wanting to depend on his family because his time in the military left him with a macho though guy persona-- fun!

those odd jobs left him to work as a body guard, eventually things get a bit hazy here though for him, something set him off one night and somebody ends up dead, ya dig?! he goes to a mental institution for a hot minute, well more than that but you get the jist.

eventually they let him out, on account of some changes with the system, staff and him seeming low-key much better ( plot twist: he’s not but he is on medicine now for his PTSD so there’s that ) so he’s back at square one but worse off ( sorta ), his family wanted him to come live with them but he doesn’t, assures them he’ll be fine-- he isn’t and that leads him down the rabbit hole that is assassin work through an old military buddy who’s APPARENTLY doing that now, wow the more u know. at first he doesn’t want to, mostly because ya know the whole religion dealio and his guilt over killing someone innocent, he justifies it by saying he’ll only kill bad people; much like he justified his time in the military-- he ‘only’ killed bad people.

at some point he’s sorta forgotten his reasoning for starting assassin work in the first place and now he just is stuck in a rut where he can’t stop??? it’s around this time that he hooked up with the saints, he’s only been with them for like three years but it’s chill. he kinda keeps to himself ( beyond a handful of people ) but he’s known as being nice for the most part when he actually gets to talking to folks.

gabe is bicurious despite his v religious background, he’s keeping it on the dl because he’s lowkey ashamed and scared who woulda thought gabe actually scared of something. wow.

his apartment is super bare, he hardly has anything in it beyond what he needs, what does he do with his money you ask-- saves it. he wants to retire and live a quiet life eventually maybe of a farm??? he hasn’t really thought much about it save for knowing he doesn’t want this life forever. he hasn’t thought much on the fact you don’t usually leave gangs alive either. BUT YEAH, gabe is v frugal.

he was engaged once before he went to prison, the girl left him for her ex and it took everything in him not to kill the guy.

gabe is actually v sweet??? like he’s got this macho guy persona ofc but overall he’s a big softie, like tough guy with a heart of actual gold. he’s not soft enough to like cry and shit tho most of the time, so don’t expect him to be that soft. he is quiet though so don’t expect him to be the one to talk a lot.

he struggles with religion but it’s also been his only real comfort in life. he doesn’t always follow it like he should and uses it as more of a scapegoat than anything else.

he loves the 212 and they’ve helped get his head on straight surprisingly, he’s been better than he’s been in years.

he doesn’t like being an assassin but it’s a job and it doesn’t bother him nearly as much as he wishes it did.

his PTSD isn’t as bad as it used to be, he takes sertraline ( medication ) for it now and while in the mental institution was in therapy.

gabe wears sunglasses a lot, even at night because he’s a total dork.

gabe has tinnitus, meaning he hears a constant ringing sound in his ears, he drowns it out with music ( usually from ipods he’s kinda stolen from people ) because of the tinnitus when he does jobs he usually has music playing in his ears thanks to headphones, he’s also pretty good at reading lips so many times even if he’s looking like he’s not paying attention he is.he totally picks out specific songs/ipods for the jobs he does to help his dissociate.

honestly he’s just trying to find anything to make him feel like himself again??? aka the good ol’ boy who wanted to be a decent person, fight for his country and pray lots; like his family had believed him to be. but he doesn’t even know if he can be that person again, so really he just wants to feel happy again like outside his actual family because that’s too much pressure to disappoint.

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downthatrabbitholewego · 8 years ago

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April 2017

This is a compilation of fics that I've read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here and a fic rec sorter here, if you'd like to check those out. :)

MONTH: April, 2017 | (older lists)

▶▶ A Neutrino Walks Through a Bar by Moku Teen And Up | 45,261w Stiles had become the most popular matchmaker of Beacon Hills in less than a year. And he really didn't know how that had happened.

▶▶ A Not So Easy Arrangement by hazelandglasz Explicit | 5,314w AU where Derek's still the Alpha, and Erica and Boyd aren't dead. Stiles and Derek have to fake-date because of werewolf reasons, but it shouldn't be too hard because they're already having sex together? And they're great friends? Shouldn't be too hard, Stile thinks, but he's been pining away, and he was actually gonna ask out Derek for real, because he kinda loves him, but now he just feels weird. And he's still finding ways to fall in love with Derek.

▶▶ accidentally? by bibliosexual Mature | 3,683w BOSS: "know why I called you in here?" ME: "because I accidentally sent you a dick pic" BOSS [stops pouring 2 glasses of wine]: "accidentally?" yup. Or, in which Derek receives a surprising email one morning.

▶▶ all stories deserve an end by bleep0bleep Teen And Up | 2,351w No one hardly ever comes up to this area of the forest, especially with the rumors of the "mad wizard." Stiles encourages the rumor, because it means people leave him alone. It's a good, solitary existence as long as Stiles pretends the aching loneliness in his heart isn't there.

▶▶ anything, anything by drunktuesdays Explicit | 5,242w Prompt: Stiles wakes up in Derek's bed in a world where they’re married now, and Derek keeps leaving the room every time he tries to have a conversation about how this happened, since they weren't even dating.

▶▶ Bones Straining Under the Weight by weathervaanes ★ Explicit | 15,645w One of Stiles' favorite things about life is Derek Hale's food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.

▶▶ But, Doctor! by stilinskisparkles ★ Mature | 30,269w "We had to splint a girl's leg in a ditch," Scott says excitedly. "Bro, you sound way too happy about that," Stiles complains, opening up his bag and pulling out a Twinkie. Derek removes it from his hand silently and replaces it with an apple. Stiles scowls at him for a second then bites into it, regardless. Derek sits back and lets the group discuss the merits of dramatic lifesaving feats for winning over the ladies. Scott is convinced it'll help impress Allison; Isaac thinks Scott’s a loser. Stiles— Stiles is falling asleep on Derek's shoulder.

▶▶ First Impressions Are Overrated by Leslie_Knope Teen And Up | 14,634w In Stiles' defense, he didn't deliberately ram his grocery cart into the (evidently precarious) pyramid of oranges.

▶▶ I Call You Names Because I Love You by tylerfucklin (Deshonanana) Mature | 13,025w Years of touring with Stiles would never have prepared Derek for the day his beloved techie fell in love with someone else.

▶▶ I Do Do You? by Captain_Loki ★ Explicit | 6,540w Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn't be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn't fallen apart.

▶▶ Misguided Ghosts by Nina_shaffer N/A | 13,645w Stiles was hoping that his summer before his senior year would be uneventful but no the supernatural hierarchies can't leave Beacon Hills alone, can they? Stiles gets lead into the woods by a ghost wolf but what's the most a ghost can do, a lot apparently because here he is, 18-year-old Stiles, in the friggin past. What's the first rule of time travel? Don't change the past. Stiles never was one to follow the rules.

▶▶ my boyfriend, the ex-spy. by matildajones Teen And Up | 6,453w Derek tries to live a normal life... it's hard when his boyfriend used to travel around the world shooting the bad guys.

▶▶ Not An Order by LadyDrace Teen And Up | 2,359w Prince Stiles of Beacon is about to get engaged to the princess of Reyes. Derek is determined to be supportive. Maybe a little too determined.

▶▶ Once Again, In a Little While by adeepeningdig General | 4,148w Parrish is holding the infant like a fullback carrying the football, tight and close to his body, as if he's afraid someone's going to strip it away from him at any moment. "Sir," he whispers, "this baby is running hot." "So call the paramedics, get Sally on the line. For heaven's sake, Parrish, this baby needs a hospital, not the sheriff" The baby is hot to the touch but his pale eyes, when they blink open, are clear and he's not flushed like a feverish infant would be. "No," Parrish hisses, "I mean this baby is running hot. I don't think he's human." John looks at the priest, still standing in the aisle, hunched in concern. He looks at the baby in his duck onesie and little yellow hat. "Oh, fuck," he says.

▶▶ Possibili(tea) by dragon_temeraire Teen And Up | 1,096w Stiles might have a crush on his co-worker, who always brews him amazing tea.

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sanghyuk/hongbin; angst; pg-13; 7563 words; unbetad (english isn’t my first language so pls have mercy ;;)

Sanghyuk has always wanted a treehouse. He has dreamed about it for ages- even now he thinks about painting it yellow, just like the big bright yellow ball shining in the sky. He thinks about filling it with warm pillows and tasty snacks and funny comics, maybe with a mattress and blankets too so he could spend summer nights there. His Naruto notebook is overflowing with drawings and notes and drafts, stickers, pictures and a very weird tutorial that he made up because there’s no way a ten-year-old boy could build a treehouse on his own, but the beech near his house is still the same and his father still complains that it would be way too expensive, so he keeps decorating his notebook with poorly drawn projects until he gets bored. Sanghyuk rarely gets bored anyway, and when he does, he just stares at that old tree through his window and sighs.

Sanghyuk has always wanted a treehouse. He thinks about painting it pitch black, dark and deep, with small white dots that look exactly like stars. It should be not too big, not too small, just a place where he could simply isolate himself from his responsibilities- and his parents, his damn science homework, mass on Sundays, tasteless vegetable soup for dinner and boring stuff like that. Hyuk dedicates an entire page of his notebook (and an entire afternoon too) to that particular design, switching from pastels to paint and mixing colors until he’s satisfied with the result.

Sanghyuk thinks about painting it red as well, kinda like a poppy, mostly because it’s his favorite color- red makes him feel alive, happy, full of excitement.

He thinks about painting it turquoise like the sea, lilac like his mother’s favorite necklace, grey like the sky when it’s about to rain, dark brown like chocolate, white like the first snow in December.

“Why don’t you make it blue?” Wonshik asks on a humid afternoon in June, teeth lazily chewing his straw and feet dangling off the bed. Sanghyuk bites his inner cheek, not really sure about his friend’s choice. Blue makes him feel sad. Gloomy, empty. It makes him feel like he’s tiny, useless, trapped. He listens (but not really) to Wonshik as he makes a never ending list of reasons why blue is totally the best option among the others, eyes traveling to the ceiling and mind trying to imagine a blue treehouse. There are so many shades of blue, and yet none of them looks appealing to Sanghyuk.

They end up dropping the conversation for some kind of reason, and to be honest Sanghyuk is grateful for that, since he’s too coward to tell Wonshik that no, he could never paint his beloved treehouse blue. He’d rather talk about his bad grades at school, or the grasshopper that visits him every morning, or the blueberry cake that his mother baked last Saturday.

“My parents and I are going to the movies for my birthday, are you coming with us?” Hyuk asks with a wide grin on his face, fingers carelessly playing with the white band-aid on his scratched knee. Just the mere idea of going to the city makes him shiver with anticipation. The skyscrapers are so tall, so cool, and all those bright lights stick behind his eyelids like glue until he falls asleep in the car.

“I’d love to, seriously, but we’re moving out this weekend.”

Sanghyuk stops playing with his band-aid and stares at Wonshik’s apologetic smile until the tightness in his tiny chest feels less painful. He completely forgot Wonshik’s parents decided to build a wonderful future for their son- new city, new school, new opportunities, new friends. Hyuk actually forgot it on purpose, wanting to bury the ugly feeling of being left behind deep down for as long as he could. He kinda understands the whole situation though, he surely doesn’t blame his friend, I mean, no one would refuse an opportunity to live in the city. The big, living, breathing city. The countryside doesn’t offer anything to someone with such big dreams like Wonshik.

“My parents sold our house to another family, you know, and I’ve met their son. He’s cool I guess” Wonshik mentions with a tiny smile, patting Sanghyuk’s back softly.

“Maybe he’s a fanatic of treehouses like you, who knows?”

Sanghyuk ends up laughing, his big nose occupying half of his face and hands ready to smack his friend with a random pillow. Wonshik laughs as well, hitting Hyuk back until they are breathless on the bed. Hyuk will miss this, he will miss this so damn much, he will miss sharing stories and laughing and staying up late with his only friend, he will miss running down the hill before sunset comes, he will miss Wonshik like crazy.

“Build that treehouse” Wonshik’s serious tone makes Sanghyuk turn his head towards him, ears listening and fingers holding the hem of his ugly brown t-shirt with nervousness.

“I expect a full tour when I come back, understood weirdo?”

Sanghyuk only nods, already feeling the knot in his throat getting bigger and bigger with every second. He doesn’t tell him that the idea of building it doesn’t appeal to him anymore because he already knows that Wonshik will never come back, so instead he simply offers his pinky and fights back the tears when Wonshik wraps his own around it.

Wonshik leaves on Friday morning after the sunrise, tilted snapback on his head and mp3 player already in his hands. He hugs Hyuk quickly before getting in the car, fingers brushing his eyelids every now and then so the tears don’t stain his cheeks- he hopes Sanghyuk doesn’t notice them (he does) and Sanghyuk hopes Wonshik will come back (he won’t).

The remaining days of June feel like a blur. Sanghyuk spends hours, if not entire afternoons, sitting on the windowsill with his hands pressed against the glass, eyes staring at that white van that keeps delivering boxes in front of his best friend’s old house. He sees furnitures getting replaced with new ones, people painting the walls and cutting grass, he sees Wonshik’s old sofa disappear inside another van and that’s when he feels his eyes wet again, so he closes the curtains and goes to sleep.

The new family officially moves in at the end of the month, when the air gets more humid and the trees gets greener, and Sanghyuk has to admit that those people seem quite rich. They have a pool, a porch, statues all around the backyard- he could go on forever, honestly. Hyuk sees a man and a woman talk near the doorstep, so he guesses those are the parents, and then a boy that looks slightly older than himself. Wonshik was right, they do have a son, but Sanghyuk doesn’t feel ready yet to meet him (will he ever be ready to meet him?) also because he doesn’t seem very friendly from afar. The grasshopper that lives in his room seems way friendlier, and that says a lot.

Sanghyuk’s opinion of his new little neighbour doesn’t change even after a week spent spying on him. He just sits all day on the carpet made of dewy grass and draws, and draws, and draws, and draws until the sun is about to set. He doesn’t do anything else- he doesn’t swim, he doesn’t play soccer, he doesn’t even wander around the village. The boy simply opens his silly case and takes out his silly crayons and Hyuk secretly wonders what’s so special about not moving for an eternity. Then he remembers that he does the same when it comes to planning his treehouse, so maybe this kid has a talent for drawing stuff- or he just really doesn’t have anything else better to do, which might be true since the countryside isn’t really the most fun place to live in.

They sometimes meet before mass starts, on hot Sunday mornings when the sun is already up in the sky and the lady that usually sells candy sells ice cream instead. Sanghyuk sits with the other kids, thin t-shirt stuck on his skin like glue and nails scraping the wood of the bench in front of his own. He watches as his neighbour sits on a bench as well, an empty one, with little fists rubbing his sleepy eyes and feet barely touching the ground. Hyuk would like to think that his friends like the new kid -they have always been so nice to Hyuk- but they don’t, oh they really don’t, and the mean comments he hears leave a bitter taste on his tongue that lasts even after he’s on his way back home. He later decides that he doesn’t want to sit next to them anymore.

“Why don’t you give Hongbin a chance? You two might become friends” Sanghyuk’s mother suggests on a Friday evening while chopping some carrots. Hyuk stares at his vegetable soup until it becomes cold, and when his father asks him why he’s not feeling hungry, he can’t decide if it’s because of the ice-cream he ate earlier or because he keeps thinking that Hongbin owns a name as pretty as he looks.

The next Sunday almost feels the same, except that Sanghyuk isn’t sitting with the other kids- he’s sitting on a half-empty bench right at the end of the church, knees pressed against his chest and eyes fixed on the polished shoes belonging to the boy sitting next to him. Hongbin doesn’t talk much but his slightly wavy hair smells like cherries and the dimples on his cheeks make Sanghyuk’s stomach feel weird, so maybe they could really become friends after all.

“Thanks for sitting next to me” the boy mutters to Sanghyuk when mass is over, and Sanghyuk, maybe because of witchcraft, can’t wait for the next Sunday to come already (he doesn’t want to admit that his cheeks felt redder than usual after that, but they did).

Hongbin, Hyuk eventually finds out after spending a few Sundays together, is quite friendly. He’s two years older than him but somehow he’s shorter, and that makes Sanghyuk laugh until the priest scolds both of them. They don’t chat during mass mostly because Hongbin wants to finish the drawing he started last week, and Hyuk has never been happier to look at someone literally drawing little ugly red stars on an ugly green sky.

“It’s so pretty” Sanghyuk whispers when Hongbin glues some gold glitter on a few clouds, and the way Hongbin’s eyes light up haunts him for the rest of the day (in a good way, that is).

Their friendship starts quietly and slowly, but it starts anyway. It begins with them waving at each other through their windows in the morning, breaths fogging the glass and shy smiles on their lips. It begins with them sitting on the same old hill until the sun sets, drawings scattered everywhere and knees bleeding from falling over way too many times. It begins with Sanghyuk sharing his snacks with Hongbin right before going to bed, their backs pressed against Hongbin’s roof and soft wind dancing through their hair. It begins with Hongbin sharing his precious crayons, it begins with Sanghyuk helping him climb a tree that really doesn’t seem stable, it begins with all of this and they don’t really realize it until summer ends.

Their friendship starts quietly and slowly, but it starts anyway. It begins on a windy night in August, when both of them are looking at the stars without their parents knowing- heartbeats loud and darkness dancing between those centimetres that separates them from each other.

“I wanna build a treehouse one day” Sanghyuk admits without even thinking, his eyes patiently waiting for a falling star and a piece of walnut from the chocolate bar he ate earlier still stuck between his teeth. He can’t see much but he can imagine Hongbin nodding, and he surely can imagine his smile as well, thought that paints his cheek dark pink- he’s not even that mad about it.

“Can I see it when it’s done? We could make it blue, it’s my favorite color!”

When Hongbin’s voice reaches Sanghyuk’s ears, it’s just a soft whisper. The younger finds that question pretty dumb, they’re friends and friends do everything together, so he reassures Hongbin that yes, they should totally hang out there. He doesn’t tell him that blue is absolutely out of question, though. Hongbin’s laugh sounds like one of those bells that ring in heaven, and even though Hyuk has no idea of what it would sound like, he decides that it should sound like that.

Sanghyuk still doesn’t forget Wonshik- he could never, ever, replace him with someone else, but as time flies by, Hongbin’s company feels so right and so nice that he literally finds himself thinking about the older twenty-four seven. They see each other everyday, they eat together- play together, watch movies together, draw together, grow up together. Their friendship is sincere, and loyal, and perfect, and no one could ever break them apart.

Sanghyuk is barely twelve when his dad surrenders and starts building that damn treehouse. He buys wood and nails and pieces of plastic and Hyuk feels a river wetting both of his chubby cheeks, but Hongbin is right next to him and he holds him tight, telling him how awesome it’s gonna be when it’s done.

The treehouse is pretty indeed, with that tiny hole in the roof that allows people to stargaze and a small television that Hyuk’s dad found near the trashcan. Hongbin brings stickers and pillows and blankets as little gifts, and Sanghyuk makes sure every little detail is perfect- the treehouse still needs a lot of work, especially outside since they can’t decide what paint would suit it best.

Hyuk presses his notebook to his chest with so much strength that his knuckles turn a light shade of white, and when the shop owner asks him what color he wants to buy, his mouth gets as dry as the desert. He planned so many designs, drew so many pictures, filled page after page after page after page and now his mind is completely blank. Or maybe not.

He decides eventually, and when Hongbin finds himself being dragged by Sanghyuk to their brand new treehouse, the first thing he notices is the ugly blue stain that his friend’s hand left on his wrist. Then he lifts his eyes up and he sees it, bluer than the deepest of the seas, bluer than the night sky, bluer than all of the blue crayons he owns.

Sanghyuk decides that giving up all his past designs is worth it when Hongbin smiles like he has just seen the sun for the first time after having spent an eternity under the rain. It’s worth it, it’s so damn worth it and when Hongbin holds his hand, Hyuk thinks that blue might be his new favorite color, too.

ii.

The first morning Hongbin leaves for high school, Sanghyuk can’t help but feel that ugly emotion he felt when Wonshik moved away. He waits for Hongbin to come back in the afternoon, but the truth is that they are not kids anymore, and soon their video games turn into history essays, their Friday nights turn into study sessions, and it’s no surprise when Hongbin kinda stops visiting the treehouse.

Sanghyuk watches him study through his window- he sees his curly hair covering half of his face, piles of books sitting on his desk, his uniform all ironed and perfect hanging from his closet, and he feels alone all over again.

When they do find some time to hang out, Hyuk listens as the older talks about his classes and his new friends. It turns out that Hongbin is very much likable, maybe thanks to his pretty face or perhaps because of his natural charm, and Sanghyuk swallows his sadness away with another glass of orange juice. He doesn’t even like orange juice.

Hongbin talks about how much he loves science, he mentions the fact that he really wants to be a painter when he grows up, he tells Hyuk about another student he really admires, and in the meantime Sanghyuk wonders if his friend can actually hear his heart slowly breaking.

“You should meet Hyoshin, he’s such a cool guy, he’s so smart! I wish I was his friend” Hongbin sighs with his chin resting on his hand, and that’s when Sanghyuk excuses himself because it’s late and he has homework to do.

“But it’s Friday?”

Sanghyuk’s answer is the sound of the bedroom door closing, and it’s funny how the pumping muscle in his chest felt basically the same.

On Sunday they meet again before mass starts, and for a second it feels like they are kids again, with Hongbin too busy drawing stars and Sanghyuk too busy trying not to jump from happiness because Hongbin is there, he’s there for him, he’s got him all for himself-

And then he loses him again right after the priest ends his speech.

Youth hurts, whether if you want it or not, and those two years that separate them from each other sometimes feel like an eternity, especially when Sanghyuk is stuck in middle school and Hongbin looks like he has figured half of his life out already.

Spring comes quickly, greeting the village with its colourful flowers and warm sunlight. The river flows fast, trees get taller, birds slowly starts filling the air with their sweet songs and Hongbin’s beauty blooms like the prettiest rose in the entire garden. Sanghyuk feels lucky enough to be alive at the same time as him, watching day by day as his jaw gets sharper and his shoulders get broader, and he wonders how much time he has left before someone steals him away.

They do end up attending the same high school, and they do end up getting closer all over again, but this time it feels different. Sanghyuk doesn’t expect Hongbin to sit next to him during lunch break, he doesn’t expect him to study next to him in the library, he doesn’t expect him to walk him home, and he surely doesn’t expect him to stay at home on Saturday nights to help him with math, but Hongbin does this and so much more, and Sanghyuk feels safe like when they were kids.

He does grow up as well, but he doesn’t notice until he finds himself standing next to Hongbin in front of a library, picking out books for his suddenly shorter friend. He hears Hongbin joking about finding a way to stop his growth- they both laugh, but Hongbin’s cheeks aren’t pale anymore and his eyes somehow won’t meet Hyuk’s ones, so everything feels weird again and Sanghyuk tries not to pay too much attention to his friend’s odd behaviour.

They don’t talk about that for the rest of the day; they just sit with their noses buried in a few books, minds worried about the upcoming exams and teeth chewing the tip of their pencils. If Hongbin notices how Sanghyuk steals glances at him, well, he doesn’t say anything about it, and if Sanghyuk notices how Hongbin’s ears turn red whenever it happens, he doesn’t say anything either.

Summer comes too eventually, and that’s when Sanghyuk realises he’s in love with his best friend- the fact that he has always been hits him like a truck on the highway, and for a certain period of time he thinks he will never come out alive of all this mess. Hongbin doesn’t seem to notice, but when does he ever notice anything anyway, and deep down Hyuk is secretly thankful because he doesn’t want things to turn awkward between them.

They spend afternoons drinking ice cold tea and evenings staring at the indigo sky, sometimes chatting non-stop and some other times just enjoying the silence, waiting for the stars to dance around the moon. They spend mornings in that old treehouse that’s slowly becoming way too small for two young adults to fit in, but when Sanghyuk sees Hongbin’s body struggling to get inside, hands filled with random stuff and pretty hair falling on his eyes, he thinks that he wouldn’t change a thing about their small blue cave. Hongbin would ask Sanghyuk to take his t-shirt off, fingers already mixing paint and brushes ready to get dipped into warm water, and then he would paint on his back- on his torso, on his shoulders, on his arms, on the palms of his shaking hands. He’d draw trees and mountains, doodles, faces, lyrics of songs stuck in his head, trace veins like his skin is a map and then he would take pictures of his little masterpieces to add to his collection.

“It’s a project for school” Hongbin explained once, saying nothing more and nothing less, but that project lasted for months and Sanghyuk silently decided that he didn’t mind being covered in colors if Hongbin was the painter. Being softly caressed by the tip of the brush still feels really nice, especially when Sanghyuk pretends it’s Hongbin’s finger instead.

On the fifth day of July, when the candles on Sanghyuk’s birthday cake are finally sixteen, Hongbin shows up at his door at seven in the morning with two train tickets in his hands and a tiny backpack resting on his shoulder. He apologises first, blunt nails scratching his temple lightly, because he says he totally forgot it was his birthday and he didn’t buy anything special for him, but Sanghyuk laughs and replies that it doesn’t matter as long as they spend it together. Both of them decide to go to the beach, the closest one they can think of, even though the sun is covered by thick clouds and the wind feels colder somehow- who cares about the weather when the sand is so soft and the water is still a bit warm? Sanghyuk doesn’t really care about anything at all, especially when he’s about to blow a single candle on the vanilla muffin Hongbin just bought.

“If you really forgot about my birthday, why did you pack that candle?” Sanghyuk eventually asks but Hongbin doesn’t reply, he simply shrugs and smiles, and Sanghyuk hates when he does that (it’s a lie, he doesn’t hate Hongbin at all).

They stay with their backs pressed against the sand even when it starts to rain, both way too lazy to find a shelter nearby. Sanghyuk curses under his breath as his fingers try to braid Hongbin’s wet hair- they both laugh so much that Hongbin’s head starts to hurt, but they decide to stay until the sky gets dark. The truth is that they end up looking at the stars all night, fingers pointing at random sparkly dots and stomaches growling from hunger, but it’s probably one of the best birthdays Sanghyuk has ever experienced.

“How many stars can you count?” Hongbin whispers exactly like a kid, incapable of hiding the obvious excitement in his tone.

“A million and one.”

“And one?“

Sanghyuk intertwines their fingers- he does that without even asking for permission. He doesn’t tell Hongbin that his hand feels so small in his own, that he can feel his pulse against the soft texture of his skin, and he doesn’t tell him that the brightest star is laying next to himself (because Hongbin would laugh and reply that it’s a silly thing to say).

The day after their trip, Sanghyuk finds out that Hongbin literally ditched Hyoshin to take him to the beach just because he could (he totally didn’t hide behind a tree to hear their conversation, and he totally didn’t shed bitter tears when Hongbin told Hyoshin his heart was already taken).

iii.

Autumn feels heavy like a big grey cloud, Sanghyuk decides while counting the raindrops hitting the glass of his window. The white peonies his mother planted last year are dead, buried under an ugly pile of dried leaves. Tea somehow tastes like dirt, which is kinda weird since he’s been drinking the same kind of tea since forever, but he pours the cup in the sink anyway.

It’s Hongbin’s birthday today, and even though the streets are flooded because of the pouring rain, Hyuk grabs his Naruto umbrella and goes out to buy a present. He doesn’t have much money in his pockets but he wants to choose something pretty, something useful too, something that would make Hongbin’s eyes light up right away. He does feel proud when he puts a few crumpled bills on the counter, watching as the shop assistant carefully wraps a set of watercolours with fancy paper. He sprints back home with his heart beating fast in his throat and shoes wetter than a puddle, fingers pressed against Hongbin’s doorbell and legs trembling.

Hongbin’s mother answers the door instead- she tells him that her son is sick.

“He has been having these headaches since last month, he’s sleeping right now” she explains with a mortified expression on her pretty face, little dimples showing lightly. Sanghyuk just nods, asking her to give him his present as soon as he wakes up.

Sanghyuk walks back home with a bitter taste in his mouth and a runny nose, thinking that he should totally be mad at his best friend for not telling him about his health conditions. He’s worried instead, so damn worried, and actually feels tears wetting his cheeks when Hongbin calls him after dinner to thank him personally.

He says he loves every single shade- the royal blue one is his favorite, and he can’t wait to draw a nice starry sky with that beautiful sparkly white. He also says he’s sorry, he’s feeling so much better already, and he promises they’re gonna have a proper party in the weekend when there’s no school.

Sanghyuk waves at him through the window and Hongbin does the same, hair sticking out everywhere and sticky sleepy eyes blinking slowly.

‘see you at school’ Hongbin mouths and then turns off the lights, leaving Sanghyuk with a warm and yet cold feeling in his chest that he can’t really figure out.

They don’t meet at school the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, because Hongbin keeps feeling sick and all Sanghyuk is able to do is press his palms against the window and stare at the doctor visiting his best friend. It’s no surprise when they take him to the hospital in order to take some tests, and Sanghyuk visits him everyday even though no one tells him what the hell is happening- he brings flowers, get well soon cards, balloons, treats.

He leaves his heart there too, on Hongbin’s small and white bedside table, because in the end it has always belonged to him anyway.

iv.

When Hongbin is discharged from the hospital, it’s already December. He comes back home with his plastic bracelet still on his wrist, there are no flowers in his garden, no painting to finish, but even though the snow bathes everything in white, Hongbin’s smile marries his face like nothing happened and Sanghyuk feels like it’s spring all over again.

“Can you believe you’re graduating this year?” Sanghyuk whispers while they’re looking for a few books in the school library. They sit at an empty table near the window, the same old table they have been using for years, and Hongbin silently shakes his head negatively.

“Let’s just focus on the present” he eventually replies with the tiniest smile he has ever wore, left hand already taking neat notes on his notebook. Sanghyuk would like not to feel ignored but the truth is that he does, and somehow he feels guilty about it because he knows Hongbin isn’t recovered yet and he’s tired- he remembers him saying that this will take time, a lot of it, but no one likes being useless.

They don’t go home together, and that’s how Sanghyuk slowly realises they are falling apart again, but this time he doesn’t know how to glue the pieces of their friendship together. How can you make someone stay in your life when they don’t want to in the first place?

“Why are you avoiding me?”

Hongbin doesn’t even have to close his locker to see who’s talking to him- no one else talks to him anymore, not even Hyoshin. Sanghyuk’s tone is frustrated, hurt, anxious, and no one can really blame him for feeling like that. He closes Hongbin’s locker with so much strength that the metallic noise echoes in the empty corridors for a damn eternity, hands cold and restless. Hongbin’s books fall ungraciously on the floor, pretty much like Sanghyuk’s heart when their gazes meet for the first time after weeks. He doesn’t know why Hongbin is crying, or why his shoulders are shaking, or even why his eyes can’t seem to focus on himself for more than two seconds.

Sanghyuk thinks that moment will haunt him forever- even after he wraps his arms around Hongbin’s trembling and weak frame, the sorrowful look in his eyes is stuck in his mind like a nightmare. They don’t talk, maybe because words can’t be louder than the sobs muffled against the soft fabric of Sanghyuk’s uniform, or maybe because no one knows where to start, but it’s alright because nothing makes Hongbin feel safer than his best friend’s warmth.

He cries many times after that, both with Sanghyuk and without, and sometimes he wonders when the river falling down his cheeks will finally stop flowing. Hyuk doesn’t really ask for explanations- Hongbin’s actually thankful for that, because if he had to tell him, he’d probably drown in his own tears.

They spend New Year’s eve together, laying on the freezing sheet of ice that used to be dewy and green in spring. The sky is beautiful and clear, and neither of them owns a watch so no one really knows when it’s time to celebrate, but Sanghyuk feels brave enough to brush his lips against Hongbin’s cold cheek in a tender kiss.

“How many stars can you count?”

Sanghyuk doesn’t have to turn his head to understand that Hongbin is crying again, voice broken and a lump in his throat slowly suffocating him, so he brings him closer and kisses his temple. He listens as Hongbin talks about how much he wants to become a painter, he says that he can’t wait to graduate and get into a cool college, he murmurs that his biggest wish is to become a star when he dies. He empties his heart like there’s no tomorrow, and Sanghyuk doesn’t miss a single word escaping from his chapped lips.

They kiss when the first firework paints the sky with red, blue and gold. Even though Sanghyuk can still feel the salt of Hongbin’s tears on the tip of his tongue, he swears nothing tastes sweeter than him- and for the second time, he feels like it’s spring all over again.

Spring never lasts more than a few months, actually. It starts around the end of March and ends when it’s way too hot for people to say it’s still spring. It’s warm, and humid, and cold, and hot, and rainy, but it’s still nice.

Sanghyuk thinks Hongbin reminds him of spring- he’s like the first ray of sunlight after months of snow, he’s the prettiest blooming flower in hundreds of fields, he’s the soft sticky wind that makes the curtains dance in the morning. Sanghyuk then thinks Hongbin is so much more than that, he’s the sudden shudder after the cold tip of his brush runs on Hyuk’s naked back, he’s the brief second before they kiss, he’s the comforting sensation of their fingers locked together while the tv screen illuminates the whole bedroom with shades of light blue and pink.

Sanghyuk finds himself staring at Hongbin more than he should, but he swears he doesn’t do it on purpose. He knows most of Hongbin’s weird habits- the way he shakes his fringe away from his forehead, the way his short fingers rub harshly his eyelids in a poor attempt to make his eyes focus, the way he has to blink ten or eleven times before being able to read a word, the way he has to stop walking because there’s like a black screen in front of him-

“Hongbin, what’s going on?”

It’s ironic how Hongbin assures Sanghyuk that it’s okay, it’s just stress, he doesn’t have to worry about him. It’s ironic how Sanghyuk still hears his sobs on weekend nights when they sleep next to each other, and it’s even more ironic how Sanghyuk ends up believing him just to convince himself that Hongbin is fine, he’s not sick, he’s just stressed out, he won’t leave me.

vi.

Hongbin isn’t the only one who tastes like spring- their relationship does too, since he asks Sanghyuk to break up after just barely two months of being together. They’re sitting on the top of the hill, the tallest hill of the whole village, and their skin is painted by tender orange sunlight.

Sanghyuk is silent, too busy trying to find a reason after Hongbin’s sudden request, and Hongbin is silent as well, too busy trying to find the courage to get up and walk away like nothing happened.

“Why should we break up?”

Sanghyuk’s voice is a soft dagger digging into Hongbin’s back, deep, deep, deep until he feels the tip trespassing his chest. Hongbin sighs defeated, vision blurry and fingers restless in his lap, unsure if he should tell a beautiful lie or a devastating truth, but then Sanghyuk’s fingers intertwine themselves with his own and Hongbin’s walls crumble like broken clay.

“Because I’m dying,” he admits, “I’m dying, Sanghyuk.”

Hongbin speaks with a sarcastic little smile on his pale pink mouth, gaze staring at the dying sun and oh, how silly is the fact that somehow he’s gonna end up being the same thing soon?

Sanghyuk feels his heartbeat stop- he wonders if a part of him just died, maybe it did, or it didn’t after all, but words overflow from his mouth before his brain is able to stop them.

“I will love you if you don’t marry me,” he starts, “I will love you if you marry someone else…and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more… and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I will love you even if you’re hurting, even if you’re sick.”

They waste the rest of the day simply sitting on that silly hill, Hongbin’s head resting on Sanghyuk’s lap and Sanghyuk’s fingers buried into Hongbin’s short and straight hair, watching as the stars gently start decorating the sky with their glow and the moon bathes the way back home in its pure while light.

vii.

Oh how hard is it, to love someone whose life on this mean earth has such a short deadline?

Sanghyuk watches as Hongbin mixes drops of paint with his favorite brush in attempt to find the perfect light blue, hair pushed back with a silly hairband and cheeks dirty, a light blue that would match his oversized t-shirt and the skies of Seoul. He bites his lip and adds blue, then white, then pink, then orange, and it doesn’t really matter if it becomes a mess because Sanghyuk would love it anyway, no matter how ugly it would be.

In the morning Hongbin paints Sanghyuk’s forearms carefully, occasionally singing along to a sappy old love song playing in the background. In the afternoon he paints his torso with his own hands, not really caring if his clothes and floor end up looking like the Sistine Chapel, because his heart feels whole and he wouldn’t want to miss a second of it. He paints Sanghyuk’s back and shoulders in the evening, when the sun is long gone but its cold light still hits their skin beautifully. At night he paints his face too, using a brush made of sweet trembling lips and colors made of salty sticky tears.

Spring is late this year. February seems like December, but that doesn’t stop Hongbin and Sanghyuk when the funfair visits their village. Nothing could stop them, actually, not even the apocalypse, from stuffing their faces with fluffy pink cotton candy and crunchy popcorns. It feels different this time though, maybe because they aren’t thirteen anymore, or maybe because on the ferris wheel Hongbin confesses that he barely has got two months left before he joins the stars in the pitch black sky. It’s Sanghyuk who cries this time, with tears choking him and Hongbin’s smaller hand pressed on his own, because the idea of living without his sun feels more frightening than death itself.

“How many stars can you count?” Hongbin asks two weeks after their last date and the night before he gets hospitalised. Sanghyuk doesn’t reply this time- he can’t, he doesn’t want to. The sky looks so ugly, so empty, so plain. When he asks the reason of that question, Hongbin simply shrugs and remains silent. Not saying anything hurts less than admitting that closing his eyes and looking at the sky almost feels the same.

viii.

Hongbin’s room is like a blank canvas, white and plain, and it smells like medicine. His bedsheets are light green and rough against his skin, they smell like medicine too, and the food tray on his bedside table makes his stomach feel sick.

Sanghyuk obviously visits everyday, just like the year before, and he brings little gifts to cheer him up. He brings flowers, blue and red ones, because he knows they are Hongbin’s favorites. He brings board games, his music player, his laptop, books, he even brings watercolours and brushes. Sanghyuk doesn’t know if Hongbin cries because he missed painting so much, or because he can barely tell shades apart.

They spend hours sitting in front of the window, simply staring at the gardener cutting grass and raindrops filling puddles. They would share shy kisses too, every now and then, when the nurse is too busy checking on other patients in other rooms. Hongbin still tastes like spring, like the sweetest peach on the entire tree, like the first ray of light right after dawn, and it amazes Sanghyuk how a creature like him can still be beautiful while feeling so much pain.

“Before I die, Sanghyuk,” Hongbin says one late evening, “I wanna see our treehouse one last time.”

Sanghyuk shakes his head negatively while replying that they still have time, spring hasn’t come yet, but the truth is that Hongbin is almost blind, days go by and he’s been stuck in that white prison for what it seems to be an eternity already, and every night he prays the sun will rise once more.

“Did you notice that my family shows up more often lately?” Hongbin asks as he plays with a few pills inside his paper cup. He watches as Sanghyuk furrows his brows, confused, sitting at the end of his bed.

“They have been counting days” Hongbin goes on, throat dry and limbs weak, until Sanghyuk takes the paper cup from his hands and places it on the bedside table. He then lays next to him, allowing Hongbin to rest his head on his chest, and waits until the light coming from the window slowly dies.

It’s March when the primroses in the hospital garden start to grow. They are so pretty, with their pale yellow petals, that Hongbin asks his father to gather a few so he can smell their scent. Soon the transparent vase on the windowsill is filled with pansies and daisies, and a few more colorful flowers he does’t know the name of. Life is beautiful, and the fact that seasons would change without him makes him want to cry his heart out.

It’s April when Hongbin loses his eyesight from his right eye. He stays in bed all day, with the thick white sheets covering half of his face and an unfinished painting waiting on the floor. Hongbin doesn’t eat- he doesn’t drink, he doesn’t talk, he doesn’t even want to breathe. Mornings seem evenings, nights seem afternoons. Sanghyuk falls often asleep on a chair nearby, sometimes with homework in his backpack and sometimes without, and Hongbin wonders if he’s failing his classes too, since he’s been spending decades with him.

“I promise,” Sanghyuk whispers one late night, “we won’t get caught.”

Hongbin feels shivers running down his spine as the warm spring breeze gently caresses his cheeks. The air smells like flowers, like sunlight, like life. The sound of their shoes echoes in the streets and for a second Hongbin thinks he’s safe, he’s free, he won’t come back, and he holds Sanghyuk’s hand tightly. They have been running for at least ten minutes and he’s already out of breath- he can’t see much of what’s around them, but he’d rather fall down and scratch his knees there than die in a cold hospital room.

They take the bus to their village, and it’s probably the last one going around since it’s already eight o’clock in the evening. Hongbin curls himself in his seat, hands hidden in the sleeves of his blue cardigan and legs slightly trembling with excitement. Sanghyuk’s heart pumps loud and fast in his throat at the thought of what he did- what will the nurse say at the sight of Hongbin’s empty bed?

“Sanghyuk, I’m so tired” Hongbin barely breathes as soon as they get off the bus. Their houses aren’t really far from there, but Sanghyuk carries Hongbin on his back anyway.

Their treehouse is there, it has always been there, waiting for them to come back. Its blue walls are still the same, a mess of stickers and drawings glued everywhere, and for a second it seems that time hasn’t passed at all. There are dusty pillows on the floor, old candy wrappers, books, crusty brushes, paint stains.

But it still feels like home.

ix.

Sanghyuk has always wanted a treehouse. When he was a kid, he thought about making it orange like those sweet tangerines his father would buy at the market in autumn. He thought about making it beige like the burning sand, salmon like his mother’s gardening gloves, pink like his favorite blanket. Oh how much time he wasted, filling page after page with projects and lists, daydreaming instead of doing his homework.

“How many stars can you count, Hongbin?”

The hole in the roof is still there too, obviously. It’s not really big, but the sky is clear and those few stars shine brighter than diamonds tonight. They look so close and yet so far, and it’s funny how Hongbin reaches out for them with his tiny hands, fingers stretched out and chest rising slowly. He missed this so much, so damn much, and for the first time he wishes the sun wouldn’t hide them with its light.

Sanghyuk intertwines his fingers with his lover’s, allowing him to nuzzle his face in the crook of his neck. It doesn’t matter if his plaid sweater gets damp from the tears, or if Hongbin’s heart feels too tired to beat, because this is not the end, they will meet some other time in another life, or maybe in the sky, like sparkly white dots dancing around that beautiful moon.

Sanghyuk kisses Hongbin’s temple as he feels his grip get loose- he’s the one filling the air with choked sobs, and it’s silly how the sky seems to have welcomed another star, the most beautiful one, the one that puts others in shame.

October nights always smell like sweet cinnamon and ginger. It’s a nice feeling, actually. Water puddles make it seem like there are two villages instead of one, bars start offering hot chocolate at a special price, leaves color the parks with orange and yellow and dark brown- it’s like living in a painting.

Sanghyuk leaves a few coins on the counter and thanks the old woman with a polite smile. He smells the bouquet of flowers he just bought- he feels like laughing if he recalls how the woman asked if those were for someone special. Of course they were for someone special, he wouldn’t spend hours staring at hundreds of flowers without a reason, right?

He hopes he will appreciate this little gift, he hopes he will be able to smell their scent, and he also hopes he will somehow cherish them.

It’s almost nine o’clock when Sanghyuk musters up the courage to trespass the rusty gate and greet him. He walks slowly but with confidence, eyes already spotting him between the crowd.

“Hey” Sanghyuk mumbles sweetly, posing the pretty bouquet on the polished black marble. He kneels in front of it, carefully dusting away dirt with a cotton rug.

Time never seem to pass in graveyards. Sanghyuk looks up at the dark purple sky and sighs; he lays right next to Hongbin like he always does, and with a shaky voice, he asks the same old question.

“How many stars can you count?”

#hyukbin #vixx fanfiction #vixx #hongbin #sanghyuk #YALL HAVE MERCY #SERIOUSLY UGH #;;

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tellywoodtrash · 8 years ago

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dil boley oberoi 15 - 18.03.17 lb

i am determined to catch up so that i can watch in real time. coz honestly, binging and being behind is kinda stressing me out a little. ://////

15.03.17

svetlana, girl, WHO IS YOU? ARE YOU ORIGINAL SVETLANA OR KAPOOR SISTER?!?! WHO IS YOUUUUUUUUU?????

I FEEL LIKE AMAR PREM FROM ANDAZ APNA APNA: “pehle hi itna confusion ki shivaay kaun, ulhas kaun, AB YEH LO NAYI CONFUSION... SVETLAAAANAA KAUN????”

... apparently you can just cuddle your boo thang and sleep your drug high off in the middle of a dhaaba...

... in a country where people are harassed for just sitting with a member of the opposite sex. SOUNDS LEGIT.

like where the fuckkkkk did she get all her makeup and earrings and all that shit from?????

OMFG SHE’S CUTTING HER HAIR OFF FOR HIM

GIRL YOU CRAZY. NO MAN IS WORTH IT.

... so she just cut her hair off for nothing???

great, carrot chewing police thinking he’s karamchand.

om. you fucking idiot.

how do you know it’s “ladki ke baal”???? it could be anyone’s hair. it’s a fucking dhaaba ffs, not really known for cleanliness.

whyyyyy the fuck are her clothes on the tree? did she change out here in the open????

lmaoooooo patloooooon kahan hai????

howwww the fuck even did the pants get up there???

oh shittttttttt, canayda bua is snooping around in svetlana’s room.

aw, she’s here to make amends with svetlana.

pffffffttttttttttttttt. of course.

HOW DOES SHE SHOVE ALLLLL THAT HAIRRRRR UNDER THAT WIG???

also, how the fuck did she get rid of her makeup?????

LMAO THE SKIRT MADE OF LEAVESSSSSSSSSS

om’s faceeeeeeeeeeeee

waah, new strain of ‘shrooms makes you hallucinate the wife you abandoned. least fun ‘shrooms ever. everyone stay away from them.

why would chulbul know whose hair it is? you’re the one who woke up with it.

pft. baal ke khushboo. from those 4 strands of hair? this man has the nose of bloodhound, or i call BS.

MAYBE HE’S QUESTIONING HIS GENDER. WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM OM?

OMG LMAO THE GOATS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

lol look at ommmm enjoyinggggg it

lmaoooo what evennnnnn is this show man.

ouff no one gets a shit about tej, bua-ma. get her a NEW MAN.

ouffffffffffffff. fuckkkkkkkkk you tej.

lmao this policeman is either the smartest one in the world, or the most unprofessional.

omkara be like “idgaf about the murdered priest gimme my info”

om has turned into shivaay completely.

ho don’t do it. don’t do it.

HE DID IT. HE USED THE OBEROI NAME.

lmaoooo after using his surname, he’s like “i don’t use my surname”

oh jesus om’s gonna trespass a crime scene.

OMKARA WHAT EVEN IS YOUR LIFE THESE DAYS?!?! I MISS THE DAYS WHERE YOU USED TO JUST HANG OUT BY THE POOL WITH YOUR BROTHERS AND MAAROFY GHATIYA SHAYARI.

16.03.17

lorddddddddd above the overacting.

i suppose om is used to it, having lived with rudra all his life.

can’t believe SUCH GHATIYA OVERACTING got them in.

lol is sab ke beech mein bhi bulbul current maarti hai.

ouffffo dharam patni, svetlana makeup ki dukaan, toh tu sanskaar ki dukaan. just shut up and get the papers.

om be like wait a second, i think i’m horny for this barely legal boy-man.

LMAO “pehle hi itna current marta hai, ab toh bijli ki taar hi pakad li”

THOOOOKIYE LMAO LMAO LMAO

ugh why is this boy so goshdarn cute i love him so much what a puppy he is i love him i love him i love him <3333333333

A se anaar, B se bhutta, C se chulbul... lollllllll

hahahahaha

damn those are some hiiiiiiigh heels on the officer’s shoes.

ok... the documents state svetlana’s surname as kapoor. meaning SVETLANA is the oldest kapoor sister... so now the question is, who’s the real svetlana kapoor????? this one here, or the one in the freezer????

... what exactly was svetlana’s plan, hiding on TOP of the cupboard????? she’s even worse than fake!shivaay at hiding.

but... it worked. none of these idiots saw her... not even the police officer.

IF THEM GETTING THE DOCUMENTS DIDN’T MATTER, WHY DID YOU COME HERE TO DELETE THE FILE AND MURDER THE PRIEST IN THE PROCESS, YOU PSYCHO?!?!!?!?!

HOW IS CHULBUL NOT SEEING SVETLANA PERCHED ON TOP OF THE CUPBOARD!!!!!

what a namak haraam this chulbullllll is.

oh shit. svetlana’s got it outttt for chulbul.

ouff tej and his issues.

OMFG JHANVI, HONESTLY.

like tej is fucking horribleeee, but he’s honestly not wrong. WHY WON’T SHE DIVORCE HIM AFTER EVERYTHINGGGGG HE’S DONEEE?!?!?!

oh boy. the amazing race to get to mumbai is on.

oh ho uske beech mein bulbul ki wig sarak rahi hai...

oh no oh no oh no tej is here to check on svetlana.

can’t you see she’s asleep???

ok stop being a fucking creeper, tej.

oh shitttttt tej’s gonna snoop around her roooom.

such a huuuuuuuuuge sim card? it’s not going to fit in anything but the oldass nokia phones.

LMAO IS SHE GONNA STEAL ANOTHER TRUCK?

OMG THE OWNER OF THE FIRST TRUCK HAHAHAHA

yeah why even did you hold on to the photo if you didn’t want it to ever be seen??

OMFG SVETLANA ON ROLLERSKATES HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

17.03.17

om, is it really necessary to dragggggggggg chulbul???

oh shit, she’s going to murder the kid for calling her aunty.

honestly, same though. why don’t you shut up you little twerps. aunty hogi teri maaa.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I CAN’T EVEN.... THIS SCENE IS THE BEST THING I’VE SEEN EVER IN MY LIFE

1. THE MUSIC - HAYE HAYE MIRCHIIIIIIII OUFF OUFFF MIRCHIIIIIIII

2. IT’S LIKE 250 KM FROM PANCHGANI TO MUMBAI, IS SHE GONNA RIDE LIKE THAT FOR ALLLLLLL THAT DISTANCE?????

3. WILL OM NEVERRRRR LOOK IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR FOR THE ENTIRE DRIVE HOME?

actually, knowing the way ppl drive in india... probably not.

i love bua ma’s canayyyydian accent.

“TITTARRR HO JAAAAA, DISAPPEAR!” lmaoooooooooo

lmao wow, svetlana made it. all the 250 km.

om, stop being so bosssy! ugh. such a shivaay you’re turning into.

lmaooooooo svetlana calling herselffff a dayan. come on girl, you hot af. even after roller skating 250 km!

omggggg chulbul saw her in panchgani???

ouffffoh aiiiiwaiiii ka time waste.

waaah, svetlana is a ventriloquist too!

MOVE FASTER, CHULBUL.

“chorrrrr kahinkaaa!” hee hee

SVETLANA, HOW ARE YOU GOING TO EXPLAIN THE CHANGE IN WARDROBE??????

godddddd, this scene is 50 shades of ridiculousssssssssssss!

FINISHHHHHHHH HIMMMMMMMMM, SVETLANAAAA!!!!!

OMFG SHE’S GONNA CUTTTTTT OPEN HER FACEEEEEEEEEE!

god, suchhhhhh a time waste of an episode.

svetlana hired chulbul for herself, but om’s commandeered him for himself.

baahar hi khada tha, toh why didn’t you see the two svetlanas???? this show is so fucking stupid is2g

OUFF OH NOT THE BLOODY TIME FOR FLASHBACKS AND 90S MUSIC

this episode is truly testing myyyyyyy patience

whyyyyyyyyy is om getting so angry for NOTHING

... is it okay for frozen svetlana to be out of the freezer for so long??? won’t she... decompose?

MARI HUI SVETLANA???? OMG SHE’S DEAD????? WHO IS SHE THOUGH????

meanwhile bua ma is running an interrogation of her own. jesus, is this really an issue worth pulling all the servants from their assigned duties????

whennnnnnnnnnn will om get over his ‘SH’ obsession with the way chulbul talks?

LMAO OM’S FACE AT THE DESCRIPTION OF THE DUNGEON AND FREEZER BS

oh boyyy. looks like om’s gonna take a trip down into the tehkhaana.

18.03.17

SVETLANA, GIRL!!!!!!!!! FASTERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

.... wait what did she do with the trolley and the body????? where did they go????? did she just shove them into the void????

om’s looking @ chulbul like “finally i’m no longer the biggest charasiiiii in this house”

OUFF OH CHULBUL, FIGURE IT OUT FASTER!!!!!!!

SO OM KNEW ABOUT IT ALL ALONG??????? AIWAIIII YOU WERE GASLIGHTING CHULBUL??!?!?! WHY??????

... the lights were flashing all the while anyway???? like... why would she be SUDDENLY alarmed?

ok om, do you really have time to be playing mind games and being a little shit right now????

“koood ke, aur kaise?” lolololol

seriously om, do you have time to keep wasting like this?????

looks like om’s embraced his bisexuality if he’s this comfortable to be grabbing and embracing chulbul in the most non platonic manner. not to mention the intense eye sex.

WHATTTTT? WHERE DID SHE DISAPPEAR WITHHHH THE CHESTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?????

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gauri you and your memory issues are so fucking annoying

... how long is svetlana hoping to hang on to this corpse??? like... eventually it’s going to decompose.

lmaooooo, svetlanaaaa and her annoyance with these two idiots is soooooo me. i’m this close to cutting MY FACE open and scaring these assholes to death.

loving svetlana’s “byeeeeeee bitchhhhh” face

ouffffoh bua ma really needs to get a hobby.

howwww nice of the servants to instantly spilllllll to svetlana. she’s just that terrifying.

i loveeee how svetlana constantly gives herself pep talks OUT LOUD. maybe that’s the secret of her confidence. i should try it.

chulbulllllll, why wouldn’t you tell om that you saw svetlana in panchgani????

ughhhhh, bhagwannnnnn talk againnnn.

^^^^^^ my face every time chulbul does the throwing the candy thing.

OM, STOP GETTING ANGRY FOR NOTHINGGGGGGGGGGG. YOU’RE SUCH A LOSERRRRR.

lmaooooo idharrrr bhi svetlana/bua ma ego issues.

godddddddd buaaa ma, why are you so concerned about this damn photo.

yehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh giriiiii sariiiiiiii. svetlana seems to be kameeni’s rishtedaar in the dept of falling saris.

#dil bole oberoi #dil boley oberoi #dbo episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs

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dcmissionaries · 7 years ago

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A Ghost Among Us

With relative ease, a small strike team recovered both priests and high-ranking Angels from Demon clutches. Everybody rejoiced as they returned to the Abbey, many emotional and relieved to see loved ones unscathed. Some showed a little too much love, but can you blame them? That day, the Abbey residents called for a celebratory dinner party. As the night progressed, Father Handcuffs broke off from the crowd for some privacy. He sat on a bench just outside the mess hall, taking out a picture depicting two young girls that looked no older than ten. As the priest looked at the picture with a sense of longing, a surprise guest appeared. It appeared to be an old acquaintance who, under a mask, looked at the priest quizzically. "I thought you'd be up for a few drinks rather than having a brooding session," she said as she reclined on a nearby pillar, crossing her arms, "Or perhaps...you're afraid to get everybody else sick? That's understandable." Handcuffs stared at the woman with disbelief, sighing heavily in resignation. Seems like she caught on way too fast, "It's that obvious, huh?" "They're not good at hiding their handiwork," she began, "And you know it. But it looks like it was willingly... Why did you let them?" Staring at the floor, the priest sighed, choking up as he tried to explain, "They bargained with me. Decided to give myself up in order to keep the others safe. Especially for the young lad. Unlike me, that priest has much more to live for." That was an unsatisfactory response. The woman broke her stare and looked ahead of her. She appeared to be in deep thought or blankly staring. It was difficult to tell with that mask of her's. She broke an awkward silence with a soft sigh.

With the conversation being left at that, everything pretty much returned to normal for the next week or so. Angels were scrapping by for Heavens while Strappon focused on his work. While attending some important duties regarding the fate of Janice after her boyfriend Richard dumped her in the week's new soap episode- I mean, guiding the Angels, he received an invitation from Father Handcuffs. He was inviting the young Templar for some sport that involved hunting small ghosts which was a pass time of Handcuffs at the peak of the Templar order. Their outing was riveting to say the least. They spent a good chunk of the morning and early afternoon repenting ghosts and arguing which Angel should get a bonus of Heavens with what they collected, but something was starting to feel off.

A GHOST AMONG US The Angels are celebrating the return of their leaders with much-needed relaxation and food! Strap had gone off with Father Handcuffs for some sport. The aftermath of their previous strife ways heavy on his companion's heart, but what else could go wrong

The Abbey today was filled with more life than it had been for weeks. There were decorations and all sorts of refreshments and baked good, there was loud music plaring through the boomboxes situated in a couple corners of the mess hall and the rec room. There was just a lot of loud and over-the-top celebration for the return of their higher-ranked fellows. It was probably because there wasn't a lot of partying in the Abbey, usually.

With everyone strewn about in the Rec Room, many of the Angels were having fun partying and chatting about what had happened while the leaders were gone.

BRIT: Jacket and Overshirt finished setting up the tables with the snacks (Ovy making damn sure Jacket didn't eat most of the sweets on the way over to the table), the latter offering a smile to the rest of the Angels. He hoped Strappon would return to the Abbey soon so he could break out the cake and stuff some in his face.

Jacket adjusted some of the breads and stole a loaf before looking over the rest of them. Boy, today was great.

DJDEVIL: Helmet stared at one of the boomboxes. The sight of it awed him. There were no instruments, no musicians, nothing. Just sounds. He placed one hand on the box and felt the vibrations coming from it. "What strange magics allow sound to pour from this box? Are there tiny men inside?" He asked curiously.

KRO: Both Shades and Sukafu burst into the room with their own platters of food. It was over the top, to an extent. This looks like its fit for a party banquet. At least a high-end one. They set their plates down for Ovy to organize and told him that he can help himself right away if he wished to.

Hot Pants walked in shortly behind them. He didn't look the type to bring something himself, but he ended up making an old recipe his mum taught him. It smelled great, to say the least, but he was nervous as it's been a long time since he's taken the time to actually cook it. After setting it up on the table, he kinda stuck himself next to Shades and Sukafu for the sake of just being around someone. Man, he hasn't seen the place this as lively as it is. Then again, he doesn't visit the Abbey often.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens had come from hockey practice earlier, as evident by the fresh bruises and helmet hair. He was staying clear of the desserts. He was sick of sugar after his cousin's baking episode in order to make someone a gift or something. He could barely breathe after he tried the 10th flavor of filling for cream puffs. But Knittens was delighted to see that there was a party instead of the regular church stuff. He'll pray to the Lord and ask for a sign if his father is in heaven later. He looked around for anyone that he knew enough to talk with. Headphone was twirling a strand of hair, still in his fuzzy pajamas. It was a lazy Sunday, he wasn't getting out of his pjs. He was laying on the floor towards the corner, oblivious to everything because his eyes were glued to his phone as well as wearing noise-canceling headphones. He was watching the season finale of... Something. It was a carrot and tomato with faces battling pandas, you figure it out.

EMI: Dermal stood at a distance from the crowd as they set up, Veil having not left his side since he got back, gushing over him. He sucked off his long drag, needing it from witnessing the mess that was Hell Corp. That Absolute was still sitting in his mind. There was something about him that didn't sit quite right. He hated him. He also was starting to hate how much Veil was dotting over him.

Tee commanded his rag-tag gang to do various things around the Abbey, mostly just telling them not the fuck up or drop shit and often sending a bullet reeling in the direction of the poor Fallen that didn't follow such "simple instructions".

GAMER-GODDESS: Still dressed in her work uniform, Thigh High nearly burst into the room "Sorry I'm late, work has been a nightmare" she said, head bouncing lightly as she bobbed it to the music. Smiling she looked around the room at the large display in front of her.

"But on the plus side I brought _croissants_" she announced with a poor French accent while she set her platter with the rest of the spread.

OSCARK9: Gloves was standing at the baked good section and picking out some of the delicious goodies at the party. Looking all the decorations, music playing, and seeing all of the Angels and Heavenbents having a good time. For him, he's going to have a great feast on his plate, especially sweets. "Look at all this sweets," He said to himself, "I'm going to have a good time." He said while he pick out the pink doughnut with sprinkles and biting out of it. "Mmmmmm. Doughnut."

BUMBLER BEE: Dirndl hummed to herself as she carried a piping hot dish. It was wonderful to see everyone back again together! Her green skirt swayed, and she entered the room with her ceramic dish that smelled of potatoes and beef. With the odd wave to others such as Shades, Jacket, and even young Knittens before finding the buffet to set her own dish down. Oh dear, she thought with a short pout. Did she make enough?

KOTORI: Angels and all the such had been gathering in the abbey for quite some time now. As it was his home, Cloak of course made his way to where everybody was gathering, a dark aura sort of just… coming from him, but nobody ever really commented on this as he was usually a pretty nice person. The awkward ghost fanatic shuffled his way in, it never looked like he was walking, he looked more like he simply, snaked around, like he was just sliding forward, who knows what was under that thing. Cloaks general appearance was a dark one, he wore a yellow contact in his right eye that he called his “all seeing eye” and his cloak had a few decorative occult type decorations on it that honestly could mean anything. There were plenty of stray strings and threads coming off of his cloak as well, connecting parts of it to other parts of it that probably don't need to be, and some of them were simply floating in the air aimlessly, which was weird considering the lack of wind but he never thought of it that way. Entering the Abbey Cloak looked around aimlessly, his tired eyes scanning those around the room and he gave a smile before shifting off into a corner somewhere before squatting down and opening up a book that had been hidden in his Cloak, it was black, even the pages were black, and was written in white ink of some sort… weirdo… also edgy.

On the other hand, the complete opposite really, was Munjayeol, Jayeol as always was his stupid self, and quite enjoyed get togethers like the one that was going on right now. Marching into the Abbey proudly Jayeol let out a general hello to all in the form of “Arrival!”, mostly just to announce his presence, before skipping to some off place in the room to simply probably eat dirt or something… who knows what that boy did.

SAIYAN: Undershirt arrived in the rec room and noticed the large crowd around. He didn't really expect this big of a turn out from the Abbeys residents. It was nice to see really. It made him feel like the people actually gave a shit about him. He looked around the room and managed to spot Shades. The two of them hadn't talked much since they got freed. Which was reasonable considering they had been in such close quarters for so long. He'd also finally gotten the bejeweled song out of his head. Thank god for that. He pushed himself through the crowd and waved to Shades.

"Hey man! How have you been since we got settled back into the Abbey?" he asked him.

Wristband, Mesh Top and T.J. arrived not too long after. It was nice that a sense of normalcy had returned to the Abbey after the missing angels had returned safe and sound. The three of them looked around and noticed the huge crowd as well. It was weird to see this place so lively. Normally this place is pretty quiet, but today it was alive.

Mesh took a look over at the food table. Everything looked so good to her. She'd have to make her way over there.

Wristband and T.J. scanned the crowd to see if there was any familiar faces in the crowd but it was hard considering the sheer amount of people.

KRO: Gogo boots walked out of the shadows with rather baggy clothes on. They looked sleep deprived, maybe stayed up all night working on their latest album. The smell of food was both great but disgusting at the same time. Their metabolism must still be asleep if that was the case. As they scanned the room, they noticed Dermal brooding in the corner with his girlfriend. They approached Dermal, completely ignoring Veil, as they wrapped their arms around Dermal's neck.

"Hey," they started, "No smoking zone. There are people eating and you're gonna make them lose their appetite." They yanked the drag off his hand, but didn't throw it. He didn't want to actually get killed and they were inside a room. It'd be rude.

Shades smiled at Undershirt, waving a bit, "Hey dude! Nothing much really, just kinda turned 33 in the last few days and got engaged, so yeah." That sounds like stuff that kinda matters, Shades.

"How have you been, though?" He asks in response.

SAIYAN: Undershirt smiled back at Shades. He looked pretty good for 33 he had to admit. He went up and patted him on the back.

"Congrats on the engagement bud! Never knew you had it in you!" he laughed.

"I've been good though. Finally got that damned bejeweled song out of my head, but I'm still trying to get rid of seeing the orange gem every time I close my eyes. But other than that things are going smoothly, especially with Caplet" he finished.

Meanwhile Mesh was busy perusing the choices of food.

OWLIE: Monocle just arrived with Polo at the gates of the Abbey, they heard the other angels were having some sort of celebration, so the went there. Monocle looked around, slightly grumpy, he just got up. Polo on the other hand, bounced around like he drank a litter of coffee, eager to socialize

DJDEVIL: Helmet placed another hand on the boombox and began to shake it. "What is your secret, box?! I demand to know how your are able to produce music without human hands! If you do not, I shall smite you with the wrath of a thousand crusaders!" He shouted.

KRO: Sukafu held on to Shades' arm, getting in on the conversation between the two, "I didn't think he had it in him either! But he's pretty decent, didn't pop his jaw off."

He snickered, thinking he was being all clever, but Shades raised a brow.

"Honey, I know it hurts to tell you the truth but your penis doesn't function." Sukafu fell dead silent and looked down at the floor, analyzing all his life choices up until now.

"You didn't have to snatch my wig like that..." Sukafu said. Shades erupted in laughter and went back to pay attention to Undershirt.

"But hey, that's great, dude. Glad that's a thing for you. Aaaand, your bejeweled issue as well."

BUMBLER BEE: Sister Rosary would smile as she entered the room. In her habit. With a clipboard. Keep things professional, she told herself, something comforting for Strappon when he returned. She had carefully applied her sultry makeup and red lips as always, and smiled at the room. Food on the table and not wolfed down, wonderful. Everyone seeming content, great! Rosary looked up as Polo and Monocle came in, nodding her head. "Welcome boys, welcome! So glad to see everyone together!" she spoke in a warm way, though not overly chipper. After, she checked off a box on her list, chuckling happily.

SAIYAN: She took a little of everything, she wanted to try it all.

Meanwhile Wristband managed to spot Dirndl in the crowd. Quickly ditching Tuxedo Jacket, Wristband made her way over to her.

"Hey Dirndl! Wow that smells amazing! Did you make it yourself?" Wristband asked her after she noticed the dish she brought.

"Well shit, THANKS FOR LEAVING ME!" Tuxedo yelled at Wristband as she walked away.

The only thing he could do now was see if he could find someone he knew.

Meanwhile Undershirt laughed before his face grew red at the penis joke.

"HEY! IT'S FULLY FUNCTIONAL I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW!" He yelled, maybe a bit too loud.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary James walks into the Abby quietly, they made sugar cookies in the shapes of halos for everyone. He walks around , through the legs of many tall adults to go find a place to put them. He didn't really know anyone too well so he hoped the cookies would be a good introduction and a tiny little pick-me-up for himself.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: James-))

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Ohmygod))

EMI: Dermal's eye twitched slightly. "Thanks for the warm 'welcome back'." He said in a falsely sweet tone. "It's either this or a stiff drink to erase the sin I witnessed. Pick your poison."

Veil huffed at Gogo. "Let the man have some liberty, he's been through soooo much." She hummed, leaning up against him, blushing and fluttering her eyelashes. Dermal's mouth twitched. "On second thought, I think a drink is better. Would you?"

And Veil was off, running to fetch some good quality alcohol. She ran so fast in those heels and nearly ran over another lady who was entering the Abbey.

Obi readjusted her top and entered the Abbey with a smile. It'd been so damn long since she's been there, but it seems nothing had changed. At all.

OWLIE: Monocle noticed a woman greeting them, he and Polo headed towards the woman. "Thank you, Sister Rosary, Me and Pol--" He turned but Polo is gone, he is there on the buffet table with Dirndl, "Hey Dirndl," Polo said,

BRIT: Overshirt smiled and waved at Dirndl and approached her with one of those weird lil jogs. "Hey! How's everything going?" He asked her, helping her set up her dish, "You look a little distressed." He put his hands on his hips and tilted his head in question.

"Yep, we got cross-ants! And all sorts of sweets and bagels and stuff." Jacket called to Thigh-High. He stopped waving and directed his attention for a few moments to Helmet, staring at him. "Uh, also I guess we're also hosting the nuthouse. That or it's live entertainment."

Duster tailed close behind Hot Pants, ready to dig in to the dish he had prepared. He loved his cooking, and he'd be a gluttony fall if he had met Hot Pants before he fell. Well, probably. He crossed his arms at the comments about Sukafu's non-existent dick and just gave him the "father-son-holy spirit" action. Pray for the man's dignity.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens was sitting on top of Headphone's back both of them casually talking. Snippets can be heard above the music, "Yeah so like I'm saying, 5. He could fit 5 pool balls." "Seriously? Isn't that a health issue?" "For him, I think existence is a health issue." "Oooo buuuurn. Someone's growing up." "But yeah, I think he swallowed one..." Headphones jerked up, looking at Knittens shocked. His mouth agape and worried as he exclaims, "When was a party going on?! I'm in my pjs..." Knittens slowly face palmed in disappointment, who was the child here? 'Cause he really didn't think it was him right now.

KRO: Gogo grabbed an ashtray literally out of the ether and put out the drag, making sure not to dent it. How polite of them. "I think you losing your dinner through alcohol is better than exposing everybody to second-hand smoking."

Gee, what were they, Dermal's mom? Well, only to annoy him.

Hot Pants covered his mouth at Duster's gesture, nudging him a little. "I can't believe your future brother-in-law got murdered in front of you."

Hearing that comment, Sukafu scoffed, "I'll say. So much for all this LOVE and AFFECTION."

KOTORI: Cloak simply sat idly in the corner, still nothing to do, he really wasn't a fan of big get togethers but something so close to home for him was something he figured hed attend, after all it was all he really could do at the moment. Standing himself up he snaked his way through the crowd in hopes to find something to do however because simply reading was not very entertaining. Standing himself at the food table however he eyed everything he could probably snack on, mouth probably watering, clearly interested in what was available. However he wasn't exactly sure what he could even eat, he didn’t want to over do it cause he would just get a stomach ache if he did, but it all looked quite nice.

Meanwhile Jayeol was simply wandering around eyeing people down, who knows what he was doing.

OMEGAPSYCHO: Boxing comes into the rec room in a rush. he was late to the party because his alarm clock was broken. "I'm Late-" He was cut off when he was actually trip and started to roll. "Ah!" Boxer scream as he was rolling right into the wall then BAM! The Fallen Wrath hit the wall, he cartoon like swirly eye and birds circling his head. "I see pretty birdies" Boxer said all confuse.

SAIYAN: Undershirt calmed down a bit and regained his composure.

"Sorry about that. But thanks Shadey. I'm hoping by the end of the week I'll be totally back to normal" he finished.

GAMER-GODDESS: Looking up from her platter at Jacket with slight concern, "Y'know I would've brought more if I knew how many people would show up" She sighed as she brushed off her apron "Well I actually I would've brought more if I had more hands, I didn't plan on it just being myself today"

BUMBLER BEE: Dirndl would look up with a smile as Wristband first came up. “Ah, miss Wristband! I made a cottage pie…” responded the Fraulein, taking lid to reveal browned mashed potatoes that smelled faintly like black pepper and mostly pure butter. It was then she noticed Polo, those fair cheeks turning a pink like a pig’s belly. “Ah, Hallo… Herr Polo.” always the polite kräutchen. It was then even Overshirt came by, and she giggled. Her dish was quite large at 2.5 quarts. “Herr Wristband! Danke schön, but I am alright… even if I fear I did not make enough.” those flushed cheeks grew darker-- a sight Wristband was quite well accustomed to from the greenclad angel.

Rosary stood off to the side of the door with Monocle, laughing. “It’s alright. Dear… I know someone with hotpants when I see them.” though she more joked about that, bosoms shaking with self induced mirth.

DJDEVIL: After a few seconds of shaking of the boombox, Helmet stopped. "You will not speak? Very well!" He exclaimed then taking a few step back and pulling out Lucinius. "Prepare to be smited! DEUS VULT!" He shouted before he began whacking the boombox with righteous crusader fury.

OWLIE: Monocle rolled his eyes when he saw Polo on the other side of the room. He thanked Sister Rosary and walked away. Then saw someone rushed in the rec room and hit the wall, and that person turned out to be Boxer. He rushed over to give him a hand. "Hey there, Box," He greeted his friend

EMI: A bullet came out of left field and smashed into the back of Helmet's helm to halt his crusades. "HEY! Leave those tunes alone, freak!" Tee shouted. Yeah, he wasn't part of his crew, but no one else seemed to be stopping him...

OMEGAPSYCHO: Boxer shaked his head and look at person. "Mono!" Boxer shouted as got quickly and gave Mono a big huge. "I miss you buddy" He said as he hug Mono very tightly. "How are you?" Boxer said as he let go of him. "I been doing great, training to defeat God and other cool stuff" He said with a smile.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary Janes saw Boxing bust his ass and he proceeded to rush over, laughing a little bit. He places the cookies on a nearby table and he holds out his hand for the other. "Are you okay mister? You look like you fell pretty hard there!" Mary don't pet the birds. Mary do- and he's petting the birdies. Someone help this child.

OSCARK9: While Gloves finish off his pink sprinkle doughnut, he heard smashing sounds in the room, it spook him a little. He turn his head to see who it is and it was somebody that he never meet. He got up from his seat and run over to Helment. "Dude. Why are you smashing the boombox?" He question him.

OWLIE: "Yeahhhh"Monocle squeeked. He is a small guy and he's being crushed by a giant. When Boxer let go, he took a deep breath and smiled at his friend, it has been a while since they got in touch,."You know, starting riots and fights, and hey! I got a job now."

SAIYAN: Wristband took in the aroma. It definitely looked and smelled great. She turned back to her in approval.

"Wow Drindl, I never didn't know you could bake!" Wristband praised her. She couldn't wait to try it.

Wristband then noticed the blush that creeped up on Drindl's cheeks at Polo's arrival. How cute!

KOTORI: Cloak had eventually procured himself a small plate of snacks that he began eating as soon as he got it, honestly he didn't even eat most of it, a lot of it was just stashed away in his clothes for later… who knows what he has under there. Best not ask. Regardless he was now quite bored, everybody was simply socializing around him and doing whatever it is that they do but truthfully Cloak didn't know anybody and really didn’t want to approach a random stranger (and their mun is too scared to approach people too), so he simply stood in the middle of the room and pulled out his book again, simply reading the pages he had read 500 times over now. Truthfully the book was simply about ghosts and ghost hunting, but really he had no real interest in anything in it, he just liked the occasional picture. However if questioned hed prob say it was some weird ancient scripture or something. Really he was not the easiest person to talk to.

OMEGAPSYCHO: "Great to hear man!" Boxer smiled a Mono proud of him getting a job. But when he heard Mary Janes, he turn to her and look at her. "I'm fine Miss, I'm Boxer the Champion of Daten City!" He said with a smile and filling himself with pride. He then turns back to Mono and ask "So what it is your Job?". Boxer was little curious.

DJDEVIL: When the bullet hit Helmet's helm, it vibrated like a bell. Helmet grabbed his helm to stop it then turned to Tee. "You dare interrupt my righteous crusading?! You insolent cur!" He shouted, completely ignoring Gloves. "And who are you calling 'freak'?! I am a servant of the Lord himself!" He continued.

OWLIE: "Hey Dirndl, are you okay? Your face is red," Polo said, concerned.

Meanwhile, Monocle replied to boxer: "Well, I got a job at the nearest school from our home as a high school teacher. I have to admit it's kinda boring, but at least it pays,"

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens pats Headphone's head as he ditches him promptly, as is normal of their relationship. Sliding over to Cloak he waves, and greets, "Ayyy, you're a new face. What's your name?" Headphones decided to get up, stretch and mingle. Well, if he could. He was in purple fuzzy pajamas, and it didn't cover much. But it looks like he's alone for now.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary's cheeks turn bright red, oh no he didn't. " I HAVE A DICK OKAY!" Flustered, he waffles off to go find someone else. It's the eighth time in one day someone thought he was a girl. He proceeds to look at the snacks at the snack table. His small tummy rumbles but he's too damn shy. (I feel ya bro) Meet people and get foodie? Or hide under the table? The answer should be obvious. He can count the gum under the table to kill time.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Waddles-))

EMI: "You're literally at a God Convention, buddy." Tee said, with a deadpan. "Like everyone here is a servant of the Lord. You fit right it. Congrats." He pointed at the kitchen. "Hoe about making yourself less useless and getting more paperwear and plasticwear?"

Obi placed a try down on the table. There weren't a lot of familiar faces around, but so many good looking men. Goodness. She at least noticed Overshirt and Tee.

BRIT: Duster gave a snort as he was nudged, barely concealing his mischevious smirk. "Well, Shades chose to marry him, Sukafu's choice to propose." He chuckled, nudging Hot Pants back.

"I guess it's fine!" Jacket laughed, "First come, first serve!" He adjusted his jacket and tilted his head to look around at everyone else again. There was a lot going on! So many people! Where was the boss? And by Boss he meant not Tee, but Strappon.

KOTORI: Cloak raised an eyebrow at the boy who had just approached him before crouching down to his height before sliding his book he had away into his cloak, along with where he keeps probably a bunch of other unknown things.

“Greetings child… you are… small.”

What an excelent way to point out the obvious, he than stood up before the boy and smiled down on him, though he still somehow looked horribly tired like, jesus boy what are those eyebags, please tell me that aint eyeliner (it is).

“I am Cloak... the… dar-... no… um… the uh…hmm.. Shit this is harder than I thought hold on.”

He proceeded to turn around and thought for a moment… like a long moment, like way too long totally killing the mood of the conversation before turning back.

“I am Cloak, the Shadowwalker…. No shit that sounds so lame im sorry... uh… yeah im Claok uh… fuck.. Sorry.”

OSCARK9: Gloves look over the broken Boom Box that the men created and it was a mess. "Rest in peace, you Boom Box." He said quietly so no one can hear him. He look over to the dude that smash the boom box. "I gotta say, I'm impress that you got good strength, but why the Boom box!?" He question him with a sad look on his face.

OMEGAPSYCHO: Boxeer look at Mono and blinked. "Highschool Teacher?" Boxer said kind of surprise because he thought Mono would get a cool job, maybe Mono will be the cool teacher boxer thought. Then when he heard out "I HAVE A DICK",he turn around and look at her. "Sorry, i didn't know Miss- i mean man" He said with a Nervous smile to Mary Jane. Boxer then turn back to Mono. "Well, i .proud of you Mono and i will get us some Victory Punch!" Boxer said with a smile as he walk over to Punch Bowl and got two punch drinks for Mono and Boxer.

EMI: Veil returned with a couple bottles of fine alcohol, shoving Cloak around to get a bottle and poured one for Dermal. She was a woman on a mission.

Dermal watched in vague amusement. "There's worse things that are a hazard Angels can die from." He said, flipping his hair. "Like themselves."

KRO: As if Gogo entering the scene in their pajamas wasn't bad enough, another Abbey resident had to dress himself all nice to go downstairs from his dorm to yell at people to lower the speaker's volume. It's only noon thirty, people are trying to sleep.

As he entered the rec room, he held up a finger, ready to shout into the crowd until he saw a particularly stunning sight. It was Obi and he could feel his face flush. Should he make a move, should he not. He didn't want to come off as some creep, that'd be terrible. He decided to kinda recede into the crowd and calculate his moves. Boy, he's overthinking this.

"I was referring more to the humans present, Angels are kinda hopeless either way." But you're an Angel too, Gogo.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary was on a mission, a mission to be as low key as possible. Would he succeed? Probably not. I mean a tiny hand poking out from under a table to get a snack is totally normal. He was just gonna play pretend till someone joined him. Or found him at least.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens was immediately on the defensive, "You calling me short? I'll have you know, I'm taller than my uncle and some of my cousins!" He doesn't like being called a small, ever. Tilting his head a bit, is expression turn to worry as he saw the poor state the other was in. Hopefully he won't fall asleep on him. As Cloak stumbled around thinking, his mind began to wander. Like, if he was ever gonna see his mom this year at all. Honestly he wasn't sure if she was still alive. The letters stopped. Then he saw small hands poking around the table and he crouched down. He knew there was gnomes in here from the day he moved to Daten, and he'll find them. He motioned for Cloak, missing his name as he whispers, "I think there are gnomes under here."

KRO: Sukafu shoots Duster a small glare. He's right there, asshole. Hot Pants notices this and waves at Sukafu with a cheeky smile.

"Alright, let's stop the teasing. But hey, I'm glad you can make it guys." Shades said.

Strappon was running for his life. It was getting very, very dark already and he had been running for god knows how long.

DJDEVIL: "I do not take orders from you, cur." Helmet said, walking towards Tee. "Nor would I. I mean, seriously, look at yourself! You look more ridiculous than a warthog in a tuxedo!" he continued, pointing at Tee's clothes.

KOTORI: Did somebody just fucking… shove him, wow rood, though he really didint know what to do about that, or how to utilize this as an opportunity to speak to somebody considering their mun is bad at that and doesnt wanna bother anybody. He simply let it go before turning back to the small child he butchered his introduction to.

After being shoved Cloak was quite… offended really, like what the fuck RICHARD, he was a fucking queen how dare you. Not like he would ever actually say that though, he was on the ground honestly like, she hit him not that hard but, he was small and fragile. Getting up he gave Veil a glare before speaking up.

“You dare ignore my presence… such ignorance will be punished if you are not careful.” Cloak please why do you talk like that

However, something does catch his attention, the word gnomes. If anybody knew anything about Cloak, it was his interest in the occult, and sure gnomes weren't really occult but they were close enough that he squatted down and looked under the table with Knittens

“Gnomes you say… tricky creatures, if one has arrived here it will surely mean all of our demise… soon enough.”

(( OOC: pls just ingore that first paragraph ))

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Two very blue eyes stared back at them, glowing much like a cats would. Why was that dude that looked like that ink demon from that one game staring at him? Wait it got better now his crush is. That's goodish? Why are they talking about gnomes? Mary Janes had not a clue.

BRIT: Duster tilted a cheeky smirk in Sukafu's direction. You're part of his family now, and if Shades is correct, then he can give you shit for everything. Good luck and godspeed, Sukafu. He has no filter.

Jacket walked up silently next to Tee, looking between him and Helmet. The fuck is going on?

BUMBLER BEE: Dirndl glanced over to Wristband, a sense of panic flooding her for the briefest of moments: that knowing little smile. She squeaked under her breath, but smiled all the same. "Ah yes, I love to cook and bake! Cottage pie is, how you say... shephard's pie with beef!" Responded the young woman, fixing her hair idly. "Oh yes, I am fine!" she then spoke, putting a comfort hand on Polo's bicep for only the briefest of times. "Maybe I am too warm, hm?"

EMI: "Fine! BE useless! Just do it out of the gotdamn way!" Tee shouted, throwing his arms up. "Oh, and look at you, Mr. Buckethead. Using Ad Hominem to make yourself sound so fucking fancy."

Veil totally ignored the inky black boy next to her and rushed over to Dermal, who took the glass and grave it a swig before spitting it out onto Gogo.

SAIYAN: Wristband quickly changed the subject. She'd had enough fun messing with Drindl like that.

"Ohh, that sounds delicious! You have to teach me how to cook sometime. I'm terrible at anything in the kitchen and it would be nice to know those skills" she said to Drindl.

KUMA: Pasties arrived to the party fashionably late. The truth is that she had gotten pretty caught up in an event in one of her mobile games and attending had slipped her mind. She'd never admit it though. Interestingly enough Pasties decided to wear a shirt for this party. However, it was a joke t-shirt reading "Honk if you ❤️ Boobs" that she probably just threw on once she remembered the party was happening. She stood around casually, not thinking of approaching anyone just yet.

OSCARK9: Getting no answers from the guy that he just met, he walk away from him and getting back to his seat to finish off his snacks. When he got there, his delicious snacks was gone. "Aw man. They must've mistaken that it was garbage." He said, feeling down. "Ah well, gotta get more." He walk over to the snacks booth to get some more. "Next time, I'll leave a sticky note."

Where was he, now? He must have been running for hours. He was constantly looking over his shoulder, staring at the mortar and bricks behind him. He passed through so much flora and fauna he literally had no idea where he was.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: "You sure about that? Like you sure you're sure?" Knittens glanced at him confused, after all he's pretty sure some people in here were already dead so unless there's a super heaven, he isn't sure where they go. Looking back under the table his eyes widen in surprise to find Mary Janes. So ofcourse the first question, "Dude, what're you doing under the table? By the way, nice seeing you again." Headphones strolled around, not looking where he was going and knocked into Pasties. He apologized, "Sorry about that, I'm a bit airheaded. Oh, nice shirt. I would honk but I like dick."

KUMA: Pasties wasn't that bothered by being bumped into. She raised her hand in acknowledgement. "Its fine don't worry about it," she said. Pasties then gave a bit of a wink when her shirt got referenced. "Thank you. Its understandable. Everyone has different taste."

KRO: Gogo was ready to strangle Dermal, but showed restraint. Instead they grabbed some of Dermal's hair and wiped off whatever vile liquid was on their beautiful visage.

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you, but your spit doesn't count towards being a moisturizing face mask, dear."

Sukafu squinted, he's keeping an eye on you Duster. Better have quips ready.

Hot Pants served himself some of his own food, poking it at a little before looking up at the group, "So...anybody seen the priest? My boss came in earlier to ask for him but he was kinda gone."

Archer finally gathered the courage to talk to the pretty lady, inhaling sharply as he approached Obi. "Good evening, ma'am. I'm sorta new here and I'm confused as to what's happening. I thought you may know, but I'm probably assuming that you've been here before."

KOTORI: How dare this feind ignore him, he would have none of it, after being walked past once more Cloak muttered some words that were probably ment to curse her but truthfully there was no sure way that would work, perhaps luck would come into play and she would stub her toe or something like that.

Pulling out his cellphone he returned his attention to the gremlin child under the table that he soon found out that was not a gnome… shame

“Ah… it's just a kid.” Where did the edge talk go… he probably got bored

He than began rapidly tapping away at his phone, though nobody would really know what exactly he was doing it looked kind of like twitter... his phone case unlike all of his other things was pink and had a few cute charms hanging from it, why… who knows. After putting it away he spoke up again, this time much nicer now that he had two literal babies around him.

“Why are you under the table child… it is not safe, what if it were to fall, or if an evil ghost were hiding under the table with you, I would rather you remain alive young one. —unlike some people—.” He glared at Veil, he did not wish death upon her, but he did wish a stubbed toe

OWLIE: "Oh... Okay," then he flashed Dirndl a smile. Then he turned to see Monocle chatting with his friend Boxer. Polo smiled. The two is so different yet so alike.

He smiled at Dirndl once more and said, "I gotta go see what Mono's up to, so... See you later Dirndl, Wristband," Then he walked towards Monocle and Boxer.

"Hey there Boxer, Monocle, what's up?"

Monocle didn't reply, he rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"Hey, did I say something wrong?" Polo asked Monocle, still no answer.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary shrugs. " I didnt really have anyone to talk to and I don't really know anyone. I was kinda just looking for my moms..Nice seeing you too though. Hi there Mister ink. I um... I made cookies if that's okay.." He looks up at Cloak. " I can probably fight it. If not it can eat me, I don't mind too much." He nibbled a halo cookie he made.

OMEGAPSYCHO: "Hey Polo, me and Mono are just talking about jobs" Boxer said as he hug Mono in a way that would make Polo jealous. "You great guy Mono, you'll be a great Highschool Teacher" He said with smile aas he was drinking his punch. "So Polo, how are you?" Boxer ask as he was drink his punch.

BRIT: Following after Hot Pants, Duster had his own plate stacked generously with food. He had been eating the whole time, but it was noted that he had literally a pile of food. He munched at it some, nodding with Hot Pants. "I haven't seen him, yet." He pointed. It was a little concerning, "I thought he went hunting with Father Hiccup."

Jacket barely dodged Tee's hands flying outward. That woulda conked him good with all the rings he wore. "It does look like a bucket..." He mused.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens silently judged Cloak for his phone, not because it was girly but really because it didn't have a gudetama charm on it. For shame. He scooted under the table with Mary Janes, whispering gently, "Do have you seen any gnomes? They took my sandwich a week ago and I'm looking for blood." Headphones chuckled as he pulled out from somewhere a screen play. It was the thickness of an encyclopedia as he sighs, "Tell me about it, I wrote a play exactly on it. I was thinking of calling it, 'Seven minutes in Heaven'. I needa get in touch with people to produce it" He put the screen play on the table, the stack of papers landing on the table caused a loud bang to resound from it. But the more important question: where and when did he write this thing?

DJDEVIL: Tee was getting on Helmet's nerves. Interrupting his righteous crusade against that foul box, calling him useless and his glorious helm a bucket. Insult upon insult. "You believe yourself better than me, do you knave? Well, I'll have you know that I served in the Crusades to liberate the holy hand from the foul Saracens. I bled for the Pope and for the Lord and would do so again and again AND AGAIN! What have YOU done for the Lord, cur?!" Helmet shouted, pressing his face onto Tee's.

OWLIE: "Yeah, Monocle's so smart he got hired as a teacher. ANd he's only 19," Polo said,"And yeah, I'm great, my Job's still the same," He put his hand on Monocle's shoulder, but Monocle slapped it off.

Monocle glared at Polo, somehow he actually felt angry. Though it's a different kind of angry, he was jealous

KUMA: Em arrived to the party pretty dressed up. Even though he showed up to the zombie fight before, he might be unrecognizable to most. He didn't talk to many people there

EMI: Obi whipped around to see the visage of the glorious person before her. It was another Fallen who's face she didn't recognize.

"Well, then, welcome!" She chirped. "My name is Obi! I own the little teahouse a walk away from here." She gave a little bow, trying to not let her chest fall out of her kimono this time. She really needed to fix that somehow...

"Wow, slow down, Grandpa." Tee held up his hands in mock defense. "I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition here!"

No one expect the Spanish Inquisition, Tee.

KUMA: He was also currently dressed as Emmy, wig, dress, and all. While he wasn't the biggest fan of social gatherings, Emmy felt more confident while dressed up. He was hoping he could talk to someone though before the party ended.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Keep it together Mary you can do this. "Gnomes? Sammiches? That's a declaration of war! And n-no I haven't..we can look for em if you'd like? Or we can just chill under here?" He messes with a strand of his lavender hair. Mary looks up at Cloak. "Knittend who is Mister ink?"

OMEGAPSYCHO: Boxer looked at Mono and got close to him. "Hey Mono, you okay?" he ask a little curious about whats happening."It's just because you acting weird around Polo like your anger at him" He whisper to him. "Did Polo do something wrong? Also, you want some more punch?" Boxer ask as he look at Mono.

Finally approaching the green of the garden ahead of him, he could hear the music coming from the inside of the Rec Room. Busting down the doors, Strappon shoved himself through the doors with a loud slam. He stood there, his clothes were torn apart and his hair disheveled, some cuts, scrapes, bruises and a bloody nose. "Angels!" He managed to shout, clearly distressed.

KOTORI: “The blood of a gnome is a powerful thing young child… I respect your goal.”

He gave the two boys a smile before introducing himself to Jane, a creepy smile on his face that was probably intended to be kind looking, wiht his peircing eyes looking at the two of them seemingly at once.

“As I said earlier, I am Cloak, I study ghosts… I didn’t say that last part.”

However, his smile darkened when Strappon came through the door hurt, he had no idea what was going on but he knew strapon well enough, but did not expect something like this. He stood up and simply looked at the bloodied man with tired eyes.

“Please knock before entering.”

KRO: Oh sweet Jesus, she's talking to him. Today is truly a blessed day. "Obi, what a lovely name. My name's Archer Gloves but that's a mouthful, so just call me Archer." He bowed in return, a rather dignified bow no less.

"But a small teahouse, you say? I should drop by sometime soon, get acquainted with the city and all-"

Before he can continue he jumped out of surprise from Strappon's abrupt entry, practically into Obi's arms. Good first impression.

OSCARK9: While Gloves restock his sweets on his plate ones more (2 Choco. Cookies, 2 Brownies, and 2 Reeses. With a cup of Fruit Punch.) He walk all the way back to the table that he was sitting at. Before he took a bite out of his Choco. Cookie, he was spooked once again by a loud shout. He turn his head to see who it is and it was Strappon. With a shock look on his face, he had one question to say. "My god! What happen to you?!" He said in his shocking tone.

SAIYAN: Undershirt, T.J., Wristband and Mesh all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at a very distressed looking Strappon. It was quite the shock to see him in this condition. Normally he comes screaming in all the time but never when he looked like he was just attacked by a bear.

"Wow, what the fuck happened to you?" Undershirt asked as he folded his arms.

The other three didn't need to say much, Undershirt pretty much said what was on their collective minds.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens began to introduce Mary to Cloak, "Mary Janes this is... This is..." He blushed, embarassed that he didn't catch it before but relieved when he said it himself. Before he could begin the gnome hunt, he saw the pink haired priest barge in looking quite messed up. He nudged Mary Janes forawrd, curious about waht's going on. "Ohhhhh shit..." Headphones mumbled as he appraoched Strappon. Guy was either turning into a werewolf or got into a gang fight. Either one very likely in this neighborhood. He waved to Em, who was looking dastardly cute he must say. Damn, he should've worn his sexy nurse outfit. He feels under dressed now.

OWLIE: Before he could reply to Boxer, he was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the human Strappon, and boy did he look so beat up. He was curious to know what happened. Meanwhile, Polo is a bit dumfounded and confused to why Monocle is giving him the cold shoulder.

OMEGAPSYCHO: "Yo Strappon" Boxer said as he gave him some punch."Here you go, it looks like you need it more than me" He said with smile. Then he walk back to Mono like nothing happen. "This is a fun Party" He said to himself.

DJDEVIL: Helmet quickly turned to Strappon when he slammed the door and saw his injuries. "Brother Strappon!" He exclaimed and ran to him. "What foul creature did this to you? I shall smite it with righteous fury!" He said holding Lucinius high in the air.

KRO: Hot Pants nearly choked on his his food as Strappon entered with Shades and Sukafu getting on high alert. Jesus, the guy looked like he's been mauled. Shades broke off from the group and approached Strappon, grabbing him and glaring at Boxer.

"Dude, can't you see he's gotten mauled by something? Anyways, are you okay man?"

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary waves up to Cloak, not at all phased by his weirdoness. Kinda found it pleasantly different. Cloak = Cool duder. He looks out of the table to where Knittens nudged him. "Oh dear lord above.." He clutched his small pastel punk butterfly knife. His now that mom can't exactly wield it. "What the heck do you think happened to him?" He turns to Knittens.

KUMA: Pasties glanced over clearly not too bothered by Strappon's current appearance. Sometimes parties got crazy. She thought it'd be lame if the party got interrupted so soon after she arrived. Em waved pretty shyly once he noticed Headphones. He felt immediate relief to see someone that he recognized from before. Trying to ignore any potential danger he slowly walked over to Headphones. Bow Barrettes had been keeping to herself with some food, but was immediately concerned when Strappon busted in. "Oh no, what happened?"

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens shrugged and whispered back, "Fasci might have gotten into a car accident again..." Headphones smiled excited, they weren't running immediately! That's a new achievement. He whistled and chuckled, "Well aren't you looking absolutely adorable tonight." He jokingly winked, not actually hitting on Em. Aftera all, they were friends. He doens't want to make them feel too uncomfrotable. But was this really the time for small talk?

BRIT: Overshirt had rushed to his side as well, shoving Boxer out of the way. Fuck your punch, the guy's bleeding. "Strap! What happened?" He asked, helping Shades hold him up.

Strappon was shaking, sobbing very quietly and thanking God he was home. He was coughing a little, definitely wheezing. Get him a damn inhaler, he's becoming asthmatic. "Ahh. Bloody... Father Handcuffs. He and I went hunting ghosts. Then he... He's..."

EMI: "Stone cold by now. 6 Feet under, pushing daisies, and worm food." Said a voice, calling from behind Strappon. A pale-haired lady halted her steps at the door. "He'd probably be in better shape if you had been half the Templar you claim to be, Pinky~"

BRIT: Strappon's head whipped around from his position in their arms, incredibly alert at the woman's presence. "Who the bloody hell are you!?" He growled, "Did you follow--"

EMI: Torsolette held her finger to his lips.

"Shhhhhh... I'm watching the telly. You should too. Seams pretty darn interesting today." She held a wicked smirk on those dark-painted lips.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary shakes his head, "It looks like whatever ghost attacked him was really really strong..if he was running like that we might be in trouble." He moved a little bit infront of the other, knife out just in case.

BRIT: The television had been playing some sort of drama that Overshirt had been watching with a couple of Tee's gang members when it cut to breaking News.

"This just in! People in Daten City are being attacked at a rapid rate by large... Dog monsters!" The newscaster screamed in the least-professional manner possible.

In the background, there were lots and lots of screaming people being attacked by some large werewolf-type monsters.

Jacket gasped. "SUPER WEREWOLVES?! FUCK THIS ECLIPSE."

OMEGAPSYCHO: Boxer drops his punch.

OWLIE: "What the hell?!" Monocle said, alarmed.

EMI: Obi looked between everyone and the beautiful man in her arms. She was actually surprised she could hold him, like he had bird bones or something. But it seemed like things were heating up and she didn't like the looks of it.

Dermal, who had somehow teleported himself to the bathroom to spit out whatever terrible alcohol that chick had given him, came back at the wrong time. Oh, damn. He missed the punch line.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: "Doggies..?" He watched the television a little. Huh. Zombies..werewolves..vampires? Maybe he'll watch twilight later. "Why are they...why is no one...huh.." He had to admit they were pretty when they weren't being terrifying. They were just pretty terrifying right now though.

KOTORI: “A ghost you say? Colour me intrigued, wha-” He was about to ask about it but lucky for him the news filled him in just fine. It was like life itself had fueled Cloaks dead heart, and he had a huge smile on his face “AH! What a lovely ghost! Truly unique and so powerful, it is a shame that they are evil creatures, they could be quite entertaining to study up close if not for the fact that they would kill me.”

He took a moment to pause, take out his book, and doodle a little picture of the ghost and jotting down some notes that he could gather about it before putting it away again.

“A wonderfully horrible creature, It fills me with excitement just thinking of all the valuable information this creature poses… hhhaaah im burning up wiht excitement… this is a wonderful opportunity.”

OSCARK9: Hearing what the news had to say gives him the chills down his spine. "JESUS!" He said, shockingly.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens gulped as he grabbed his hockey stick, sweating a bit. The thing was near the hospital, and his guardian had to back for an operation. He stuck out a hand to hold Mary Janes back, just in case something would happen. Knittens galnced at Cloak concerned, were these the people that he shouldn't go near as his mother said? Headphones sweated at the news channel. Fuck, it was were wolves. He ran out of silver bullets yeaterday, and he wasn't going to costco until next week. He cries. Headphones took of his name sake, but didn't summon his weapon. He tried to be nonchalant but he was obviously worried. Well, now they had to deal with that...

BRIT: Strappon stared like a man who had been through a small civil war at the television, dumbfounded, before turning back to the woman.

"Who are you?" Duster asked, stepping forward and struggling his coat off his shoulders. He was about to stab this lady into the fucking Ancient Realm. He wasn't very fond of the color pink that her soul threads were, either.

DJDEVIL: "We must make haste and smite these foul beasts, lest ravage the city! DEUS VULT!!!!" Helmet shouted.

KRO: "What is this, fucking Bloodborne?" Shades muttered. He loved the game and all, but he wasn't ready for a Lovecraftian horror to come to life.

Sukafu looked on in horror before disappearing off somewhere else in the Abbey. He was expecting something to happen and he needed to be appropriately dressed for the occasion. He came out of whatever hole he went into in full Sentai armor. He's ready.

SAIYAN: "WHAT IN THE GOD DAMN" Undershirt yelled as he watched the news story continue.

Damn just when he was getting used to back at home, some stupid shit happens.

The rest of the group were stunned as well. This woman just appeared after Strappon came in all bloody, and now the city was under attack from some sort of dog monster things This whole night just went from 0 to 100 really fucking fast.

"Jesus, I was not expecting that! And here I was thinking that I would have a boring night inside. Looks like my luck has changed!" he said with that confident smirk he usually wore. And why wouldn't he be confident? He was the most capable person here.

OMEGAPSYCHO: "It's Punching Time!" Boxer shouted as he summon his weapon. "Also, need to do one more thing" He said as he grab his list of Punching Stuff. "Punching a Werewolf, Check" Boxer said as he check it and put it back into his pocket. "Alright, Where-wolf is this Monster?" Boxer said ready to punch the werewolf in the snout.

KUMA: Em wasn't really able to give a proper response due to the news coming on. Talk about bad timing. He watched Headphones draw his weapon with a bit of awe. Em returned the weapon he got during the zombie hunt so he was pretty much unarmed. Internally, Pasties sighed. She had a confident expression though. "Well since I'm here we'll probably be able to finish these monsters off no sweat!" She reached into her shirt and got her knives. It probably was a good thing that she was wearing one today.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: "I swear to god if there's love triangles today it might as well be twilight gone worse." Mary said as he held his knife tighter. "Knittens you ready to kick some wolf booty if we gotta?"

BRIT: There was a flash of lightning and thunder struck the ground in front of Strappon. Through the roof. Thanks, God. The Templar reached town and picked up the paper warily before reading it aloud. "...Dog?" He worded out slowly.

"Dogs? Isn't that something we've already witnessed?" Duster asked, annoyance apparent in his tone.

OWLIE: "Gee, this night just got more interesting," Monocle said, holding his namesake in his hand, but he didn't summon it yet. It would be hard and awkward if one tries to tote a double-bladed axe somewhere.

"Hey, Mono, notice me," Polo said out of the blue. "Whatever I did... I'm sorry,"

Monocle said nothing, his eyes were onxed onto the TV, watching the dog monsters.

KOTORI: Cloak figured fithing was not a good option for him, but he would do it anyways if he must, seeing as a few people were pulling out their weapons he figured hed do the same. Although he was not an angel and could not summon a weapon, he kept his under his cloak just like everything else he owned really. Out of his cloak he pulled out a sythe, which at first was folded up in some way shape or form, but after swining it at nothing quickly it opened up into a rather large sythe that was bigger than him, in fact it was huge, and above it was a halo like ring that looked like it was floating above the top of the weapon, though something else was probably casuing that. The whole thing was coverd in a black ink, and was dripping itself onto the floor of the abbey, who knows how to clean that up?

Standing with his weapon to his side as ink dripped over his hand he looked sort of flustered and excited

“I-If you do not mind, I would like to go ahead of the others to see thisl.. Ghost.. I am… so intrigued in seeing it wreak havoc before the angels smite it, I am just… this is a once in the life tim opportunity, seeing a ghost this powerful, hhhaahh, I will… meet everybody there, I have ink to… protect myself If I so desire…. I cannot… wait.”

He looked like he was drooling, in fact he was, he had to wipe away drool like every two seconds. After speaking he slithered his way past people, trying not to get some of them covered in ink, hoping he would be allowed to go but he didn't see why he wouldn't be able to.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens nods as he gets out from under the table, offering a hand to Mary Janes to help up. He smiled, "Like always, ready!" He was hiding the fear under a smile. Seriously that thing looked like some hell incarnate straight from the occult book at home. But he needed to do whatever he can to help. He nods to Clock, sure that he'll be okay. After all, he sort of looked like a ghost, especially with all the ink talk. Knittens encouraged, "Yeah, you can help look for it! Right?" Headphones asked Em, "You gonna be okay?" He pursed his lips, worried about the other one. He'll be okay after all the worst that happened was amnesia and honestly. Not bad.

DJDEVIL: "Prehaps a ghost in the form of a household dog caused this. Or maybe God meant Hot Dogs and i forgot the word 'Hot' in the paper. Either way, it's time to launch a crusade against these foul creatures! DEUS VULT!!!" Helmet roared before running out of the Rec Room, with Lucinius in hand.

KRO: "Dogs?" Shades gets up immediately, even leaving Strappon without second thought.

"I'm having no part of this at all, if anybody needs me, I'm going to have a panic attack." That sounded concerning, but he was insistent on not being followed and went somewhere non-descriptive.

EMI: Torsolette tapped at her chin. "Dogs... Dogs..." She thought for a moment. "Oh!!"

Her heels clicked as she walked away from the door. "Like this one??"

Behind Torsolette there stood a massive, emaciated man-dog-beast-ghost that smelled of death and hot garbage. It looked as if she had risen the corpse of a dog and stuffed some other stuff into it. It's tentacles writhed from it's chest as it sniffed the air.

It howled and lunged violently at the doorframe, but just as it snapped inches away from Strappon's face, it was held in place by a Soul-Thread tether held by the Hellbent behind it.

"I figured you missed your friend, so I brought him along with me. He was such a good boy for me, too. It could have been you..."

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary takes Knittens hand and he gets out from under the table. He returns a smile, he wasn't scared this time. He was actually excited! "Hell yeah!" To Mary they just looked like dogs that needed baths and some Lord in their lives. Just a dash though. He lets go of Knittens hand and he hops up. "Can we go check it out?"

KUMA: Em tried to reassure Headphones with a smile, but it was still pretty nervous. "I think I'll probably be fine... I just won't get involved in the fighting. Unless there's like... an extra weapon around like last time."

OMEGAPSYCHO: Boxer goes and follows Shades thinking that something was up with him. "Oi Shades, you alright?" He ask him. "You look kind of scared man" Boxer said as he was following him wondering what Shades was concern about.

BRIT: Strappon and Overshirt had jumped backward a little, Ovy steadying his cousin. Duster officially summoned his blade and went into his stance. "Father Hamcaps..." Strappon said weakly. There was a look of regret over his face.

"I won't ask again. Who the fuck are you?" Duster hissed, his pupils dilating. Why the fuck did they do that, anyway?

OWLIE: 'What the.,.." Monocle summoned his weapon. Polo did the same, both are equally disturbed.

KOTORI: Cloak did not need to look far clearly before the dog ghost was standing there before them, he had just barley made it to the door when it lunged in but as soon as he saw it so close up he was filled with excitement and dropped his weapon, got on his knees, and began kissing the floor.

“Oh thank you lord god above for blessing me with such a wonderful specimen, it will truly be worth studying, aaah it's so wonderful I feel as though I might puke!”

He got back up, weapon in hand before getting probably uncomfortably close to the ghost that he should in fact, stay probably twenty or so feet away from. A gross smile on his face he looked at the hellbenmt who was speaking.

“Is this creature yours? I am… so impressed by your handywork if you have created it, unless you are simply… controlling it, than you are not important… but this ghost… it is so important, look at it's jaws, and the tentacles… OHhhh it is just… sO…. WONDerful… I… I need a momMent toT compose myself…. I Am… This creature is magnificant!”

He looked red and was breathing heavily, before he calmed himself, took out his book, and began writing notes, as many as he could, his weapon resting against the wall beside him.

SAIYAN: "Ah shit, here we go" Undershirt said as he got into a fighting stance, the glow on his body glowing at a little more intensity.

The rest of the gang assembled at Undershirt's side, even Mesh Top, who had to drag herself off of the chair. Wristband glanced over at Strap before looking back at the dog. That poor man, Wristband thought to herself.

"Scary pooch you got there." Tuxedo Jacket said sarcastically. "Does he know any tricks other than speak?"

EMI: The manbeast gave the loudest, angriest shriek-roar, spitting everything in it's throat on the man in front of him.

"I'll let you two tie up your loose ends..." The woman simply cut the Soul Thread with a pair of scissors and let him loose.

"Consider it a gift from I, Torsolette, Leader of the Compact Powders!" She flipped her hair and ran off. "See you in hell, Fuckers!"

SAIYAN: "Actually we go to heaven" Tuxedo Jacket said with an eye roll.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Headphones backed the fuck up. Sure, he liked tentacles but he wasn't ready. Not for this. Lord, if this is his punishment for his sin please forgive him. He grabbed Em by the shoulder with an iron grip and whisper-yelled, "If we get to a fancy restaurant right now we can savalge this night 'cause I'm gonna be seeing that in my nightmares." Knittens nudged Mary Janes away from Cloak, but kept his eyes on the hell beast. He was trembling a bit but he kept his eyes confident. Although he did gag at the roar, god it was like hot garbage rotting under the sun. Welp here we go again.

OSCARK9: Gloves was still shock to see all those dog monsters attacking people and creating havoc in Daten. It took him a few seconds to get his sense back together. When he did that, he summons his holy weapons from his gloves into gauntlets. With his anger look on his face, he's ready to teach this dog a lesson. "Dog, prepare to meet Gloves." He said as he punches his gauntlets together.

KOTORI: Cloak was disapointed to not get any straight answers about the ghost asside from it being a “gift” but that did not bother him much. After he created a mroe detailed sketch and took a bunch of notes he grabbed his weapon again and stood up tall, drooling more than before.

“LOooK at it MOOove…. It is so… so… SO Lovley…. Please kill it quickly… BUt I would appreaciate… iF you could let me see it do some things… I WOuld like… some notes…. Aaahah this …. Is so wonderful.”

It's hard to believe really that a heaven bent would like ghosts so much but truthfully he understood the creatures as evil and foul, he was more so interested in them because of that, he loved explaining things that were… well not really explainable, he wasn't a scientist of any sort though, and all of his notes would probably make no sense to most.

EMI: "Oh, balls." Obi whispered as she carried her new friend and ran as fast as her geta would take her away from the raging wolfman ghost.

Tee stared at the death in front of him and would have probably shit himself if he hadn't prepared ahead of time. How, we'll never know, but this thing smelled RANK.

"LET'S MOSEY!" He shouted to his fallen comrades. I mean. FALLEN comrades.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary stood tall and he held his pocket knife. He groans and covers his nose. "Doggie breathhhhh..mama ever told ya to invest in some mint treats!?Jeez! " He gets an idea! Running out he grabs a big stick, he waves it. "C'mere puppo!! Mary's got a toy! It's wooden and its got your name and bad breath all over it!" This kid was something else.

DJDEVIL: All of a sudden, Helmet busted through one of the windows. "My Crusaders Senses told me to return, so i have. Plus i saw the pink-haired lady running off with an evil smile, so i thought something wa- __Oh sweet Jesus!__ Helmet screamed when he saw Father Handcuffs.

FATHER HANDCUFFS: As soon as the Thread was severed, it ran past the people that was closest to the door. That was odd, considering there were a lot of folks just near it. It stopped dead in its tracks in front of Hot Pants, standing up on two legs and towering over the small man. He was frozen with fear and did nothing as the ghost yanked him off the ground and drove its tongue inside his head.

The ghost suddenly stopped as it retreated its tongue, setting Hot Pants down gently. Somehow, Hot Pants' wounds healed as if nothing happened. He saw his entire life flash before his eyes.

Snapping its head in another direction, the ghost grabbed another human, doing the same as it did with Hot Pants. Except this time the human began shriveling up as if their life essense was being drained. Retreating the tongue, there were Soul Threads wrapped around the tongue which it ingested. It dropped the human on the ground, who got up, transforming into a ghost. Well that's certainly new. Blinking, the ghost looked around and simply hid in the shadows. Nope, they weren't going to get involved in this fiasco. Goodbye, off to enjoy the afterlife.

KRO: Shades stopped, turning to Boxer with a glare, "I said that I didn't want anybody to follow me."

He kept moving through the Abbey, hoping to crash in a friend's dorm for the night.

Archer hopped off from Obi's arms, picking her up and running with twice as much gusto.

"I do not want that thing ruining my hair, let's bail."

BRIT: Overshirt yanked Strappon out of the way of the rampaging beast but was helpless to stop it from attacking other people. He felt really fucking sick.

Strappon's resolve seemed to harden significantly.

Duster was awstruck the ghost had rushed past him and even moreso that it... Seemingly failed to harm Hot Pants. He saw his future life with Hot Pants flashed before his eyes, had it finally happened? No, thank fuck. he still had another time to murder his boyfriend. Readying Blood Covered, he took the lead.

"Don't just stand around, we need to stop him before he harms anyone else!" Strappon yelled, "Go!"

SAIYAN: "Well...that was more than I thought he could do. I thought he was all show!" T.J. said as he watched a man get sucked dry like a Capri Sun. He shuddered at the thought of what that must feel like.

"I just saw a man die" Mesh Top said with out the slightest care in the world. Oh the poetry she'd write after that.

Undershirt and Wristband continued to watch the dog ghost's movements.

(( OOC: Fighting RP go! http://dcmissionaries.boards.net/thread/174/ghost-father-handcuffs Reference Thread: http://dcmissionaries.boards.net/thread/100/combat-system-works ))

KOTORI: The noise that escaped Cloaks mouth when it saw a ghost turn a human into a ghost was probably really high pitched, and may have sounded a little lewd, but that was the way he was. Holding his hands over his chest he was actually crying, like legitimately crying, no not because somebody died, but because now there was two ghosts in the room for him to study and learn about, and one of them was created by a ghost.

“HOly shit this is even better… Im… I think im in love... “

He got quite close to both ghosts while still trying to keep low to avoid being seen while sketching up something of the second ghost that had appeared and taking a note or two on them both he put the book away and found another angel to look at the dog ghost from, really not caring at all for his own personal saftey but putting all his trust in the angels around him.

“What lovley creature… It will be tragic to see you perish.. You are truley… the love of my life… perhaps not but you are still quite wonderful.”

OMEGAPSYCHO: Boxer heard the roar of Father Handcuffs and looked at Shades. "I'll talk to you later, Shades!" He shouted as he charge into battle to fight the Werewolf Ghost that is Father Handcuffs.

OWLIE: "Oh good god," Polo said. What the fuck? He's never seen anything like this. While he stood there like a dumbass. Monocle already readied himself to attack. Sure, what could go wrong. Actually, so many things, but still, a fight's a fight.

KUMA: Em was also pretty shocked at the dog beast's appearance. He knew the angels fought ghosts and other things, but even his previous experience hadn't fully prepared for this. He nodded at Headphones' offer though. A dinner after all this would have been great. Also one that wasn't part of his job was even better.

BRIT: Duster was first to rush the ghost, rushing at it with sword drawn. The ghost had dodged his attacks and he scoffed, landing hard on a table.

Jacket rushed past Duster at the opening he'd left, bumrushing Father Handcuffs from where he was and jamming his blade into his sides. "Gotcha!" He laughed before jumping back to avoid attacks. His body was thin, and he'd rather not get fucking slurped.

DJDEVIL: Helmet charged at Father Handcuffs, but ended up slipping on some spilled punch and fell on his back. Lord's beard, that's embarrassing.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens felt a cold sweat on his forehead as he watched that whole scene, it was mortifying. He held a hand over his mouth to avoid vomitting. Gulping it down, he focused on the ghost and whacked it with his hockey stick. Looks like he did a little something. Headphones shoos Em towards the back corner for defense, and he summoned his weapon. Grabbing the hook, Headphones prayed nothing gross would shoot out as he stabs it with the pointed end.Please don't touch him, these are his everyday sleepwear.

OSCARK9: **"AAAAHHHHH!!!"** Gloves roars. In his battle stance, he charges at Father Handcuffs, jump in the air, clinches his right fist hard, and give it his strongest punch from his right arm at Father Handcuffs forehead.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Knittens tried to throw the stick but he slips and lands face first into the ground. God damn dog drool. He growls and he stands up. "Hmph..maybe it'll be easy to sneak around it if I smell like it? Still gross..."

OMEGAPSYCHO: Boxer charges at Father Handcuff roaring his battle cry. "Hey Wolf! Eat this!" He shouted as he wind-up his right fist. "Shoryu...." He said as he got closer to the beast. "KEN!!!" Boxer shouted as he executed the move by jumping and uppercut in which Boxer spins upwards with some horizontal movement as well, knocking Handcuff to the ground and inflicting little bit of damage.

OWLIE: Monocle was struck down by the ghost, he crashed face-first into the floor. Polo charged and sliced his sword across the ghost's belly, but it only seemed to scratch him.

SAIYAN: Undershirt prepped his mace. He built up momentum and ran at him.

"Normally I'm against animal cruelty, but I can make an exception in this case!!" he yelled as he struck the ghost with his mace.

T.J. spun his pick ax in his hands before he charged at the ghost. He raised it over his heads and struck down hard.

Mesh and Wristband tried to attack... but it failed.

KUMA: Bow Barrettes made an attempt at attacking the beast. Her weapon allowed her to keep herself at range. Her magic bubbles missed though, but she was still safe. Pasties on the other hand tried to make her own attack with the knives. She failed her attack and managed getting counter attacked in the process. The wind was mostly knocked out of her and she was badly scratched up. "I hope...this shirt doesn't get ruined," she thought out loud. Em followed Headphones' shoo and hid.

(( OOC: OhmygodMaryJanesnotknittens)) ))

FATHER HANDCUFFS: The ghost looked at Duster, beaming with pride that it dodged the attack of this hot-headed young man. Too bad about the food from that table, though. What he wasn't expecting was the sudden hockey stick, its tongue went stiff as a response to pain with Headphone's attack not doing it any favors. Turning around, he was ready to attack the but stumbled from the punch to the forehead.

As Boxer attacked, it tried to wrap its tongue around his arm, but the force was too much for it to keep a grip. Hitting the ground, he quickly got up on all fours looking a little high strung from all the damage so far. Polo's attack was more like a tickle, but managed to slice off a few tips of the tentacles in its chest. It did however set its sights for Monocle, dragging him from the legs close to his face to start Soul Thread extraction. Monocole was instead launched from his hands as Undershirt and Tuxedo Jacket whacked it. Before any other attacker could get a hit it, it flailed an arm, striking Mesh Top away.

Suddenly there was. Something floating near its nose. That was weird. It was irritating at best, but it did burn up its nose a bit. That was bad. Shaking its head, it went after Pasties. Goodbye child, we knew ye well.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary tries again with no luck. Today's just not his day is it?

DJDEVIL: Helmet quickly got up from the floor and into his combat stance. "Have at thy, file wolf-man!" He shouts and charged at Father Handcuffs once more, but this time tripped on his untied shoe laces and landed face first on the floor again. Helmet groaned in annoyance

OMEGAPSYCHO: Boxer then grabs a large speaker. "Fetch!" He shouted as threw the speaker at Father Handcuffs. "Now taste the Music!" He shouted with a smirk on his face.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary watched the angels do their thing in awe, he really wanted to get like them. For himself and for his mothers. Did the ghost actually go down?

BRIT: Gritting his teeth at the near-hit he had taken from Father Handcuffs, Duster turned completely, entered stance, and rushed him. He pounded bricks as he ran and skewered the ghost, twisting his blade and tossing him off to another comrade.

Jacket, following after him, attempted to make another strike but missed completely as the dog pretty much tripped him. He corrected himself and prepared for the hit he would take.

OSCARK9: Gloves charges at Father Handcuffs again and goes in for another punch in the forehead...but he missed it.

SAIYAN: "Alright pooch! You've met your match!" Undershirt yelled as his glow around his body grew to blinding intensity.

He flew up to the ceiling and dove back down swinging his mace at high speed.

"IT'S OVER!!" He screamed as he crashed into the ghost with his full power, striking him in the face, imploding his nose.

He stood back up not even looking back and waited for the classic boom. Because cool guys don't look at explosions.

BRIT: Having ducked behind one of the sofas and calming himself, Strappon managed to get himself out to peer in at the battle. It was horrible to see his friend turned into this... Werewolf. Thing. He went through an entire inner monologue about the respect he had for the man that had been turned into this monster that no one would care to listen to. It was pretty dramatic, but it was really fucking long-winded.

He pulled himself up and kept himself out of the way, but he wanted to be there to see this whole thing through.

OWLIE: Monocle growled as he got back to his feet. He barely touched Father Handcuffs and yet he got his ass kicked. He charged towards the ghost once more.he lifted his axe and begane to hack away. But it seemed to annoy the ghost more than it did real damage.

The sounds of a very, VERY frustrated Monocle can be heard as he smashed his weapon agains the ghost's hide, barely hurt the ghost at all.

Polo used Monocle's attack as a distraction. Without the ghost noticing, Polo ran and punched the Ghost in the face. Then he used his gladius to stab the ghost in the gut.

FATHER HANDCUFFS: From all of that, along with the last blow Polo pulled, The ghost simply backed away a few steps. It began raising its arms skyward as it fell to its knees, looking almost statuate. Despite not having a lower jaw, it managed to speak tangibly, uttering:

"I'm sorry."

It fell over, but never hit the ground as its body began unraveling like yarn. That's new too.

BRIT: Strappon stood in stunned silence, his face was blank and expressionless as he watched Father Handcuffs unravel. His eyes moved to watch the strands whisp away toward Torsolette's enormous spool, but his expression remind blank. He looked up at Torsolette.

"Why?" His voice was steady, but there was a small hint of sadness in his tone. His mouth had twitched only slightly, and his expression had morphed to a more stern and angry one. His eyes glinted dangerously.

EMI: Torsolette held up what looked like a gigantic glowing spool and wrapped the thread that emitted from the ended foe around it like cotton candy.

"Ahh, well that was very refreshing. I'll be taking this. I'm sure he won't be missing it." She chuckled, the clicking of her heels on the hard floors echoing through the stunned silence. A man just unraveled before them. It wasn't long before they, too, unraveled.

"Meanwhile, you can get rid of the updog in here."

BRIT: Duster's eyes adjusted angrily. What was this lady on about? "What's updog?"

OMEGAPSYCHO: "Did you do this to Fatheer Handcuff!" Boxer shouted at Torsolette with anger.

EMI: "Whyy, I'm glad you asked!" Torsolette piped up with a smile. "Unfortunately, you'll have to wait for the third act. We've simply just passed the prologue. Much more prepwork to be done, you see."

She swivelled on her heels and walked toward the door.

OMEGAPSYCHO: "Not before i end your second act!" Boxer roared at her as he started to charge at her. "This is for Father Handcuff!" He shouted as wind-up for punch.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: "Pardon my French lady, but you're a real.." He thinks of a pun for a second. "Bitch. And no i'm not calling you beautiful because dogs pee on trees and trees come from nature and nature is beautiful. You're just a meany bitch." He blinks and wipes spit off him.

DJDEVIL: Helmet looked up from the ground and saw Torsolette making her way to the door. "I think not, wench!" He quickly got up and charged at Toroslette.

BRIT: Jacket managed to let out a small, sort of distant laugh. It was a little genuine though. "That was... Good. What the fuck?" He said, clearing his throat and trying to get serious.

"Wait! You could at _LEAST_ tell us something! Why are you doing this?" Strappon called after her. His voice was a little more pleading, "You're _one of us_ aren't you? What do you want with all these threads? That's what you're doing, right? Why?"

SAIYAN: "Well that was anti climactic" Undershirt said as he turned around to not even a scorch mark on the ground.

That certainly had never happened before. T.J. and Mesh were on the ground while Wristband was attending to them.

Undershirt heard Torsolette's voice and looked over to her.

"She's still here? I thought she would have ran away by now" Undershirt said out loud

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Headphones snorted, giggling to himself at the joke. It was inappropriate but c'mon, it was a little funny. Turning back to Em's hiding spot and asking, "You up for thai food?" Dinner plans are being made. Knittens turns to Mary jane, gasping at his language. Such volume. Yes, he lives with a demon hybrid who curses like a sailor but seriously. That was a bit much. Watching the stranger walk away and he sighs, exhausted. He purses his lips, "Well, atleast it's over..."

EMI: Torsolette moved gently to the side and stuck out her heel for the crazed youth, watching him slide and drop onto his face. She swiftly turned again and spun Helmet's helm around and kicked him in he back of the head.

"I'm far beyond what you are now. And there will be more. Just you wait, deary..."

She spun back around and headed out the door, a solumn sound of a bell tolling following her out.

BRIT: Duster didn't understand. What the fuck was an up-dog...? He frowned and lowered his weapon, not intending to "sheath" it just yet with Torsolette around.

"Do you not intend to answer any of my bloody questions?" Strappon growled, stepping forward a little more.

OMEGAPSYCHO: Boxer get up and gets more angry. "Fight me, you witch! FIGHT ME!!!!" he roared again the kick injured him but he still had the determination and revenge to keep him fight. "Father Handcuff was good man, you had no right to do that to him" Boxer said as he started to walk towards her, he can't charge because he was hurt.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary gasps and covers his mouth. "I-it was in the bible!" He felt like such a baby kid. If his moms were around he'd definitely be nommin that soap. After a good laugh of course. He stretches. "I guess it is?"

KRO: Before Torsolette could be on her merry way she was stopped by Mascara, the ghost hunting acquaintance of the deceased priest. She tapped her her mask where her mouth would be and pointed to the spool.

"I don't appreciate that /thing/ you're lugging around. Not because it has my dear friend in it, but I gather you and your idiots are gonna make something dumb. Don't think you and your Compact Powders are smart..."

Stepping off to the side, she let Torsolette leave, approaching Strappon.

BRIT: Duster's hand shot out and grabbed Boxer by the rim of his, well... Boxers. "Punching her face in isn't going to get us answers." He said solemnly.

BRIT: Strappon sighed heavily, listening to the gong of the sad, sad bell in the distance. "Who are you?" He asked the masked lady, adjusting his cape over his injured shoulder.

OWLIE: Polo stood there, shocked. Everything was... Shocking? He went over to Monocle's side and held his hand. The eerie sound of the bell sending chills down their spines.

"Hey, you okay?" Polo asked Monocle.

Monocle just nodded and watched the other angels.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens sighs and pats Mary Jane's back, "Yeah, there were a lot of violent non PG-13 stuff in the bible." He looks over himself, relieved he didn't have serious damage. Good, he wasn't bleeding like last time. He had to get a few stitches, and they just healed. He asked, "You okay Mary?"

DJDEVIL: Helmet held the back of his head where he was kicked. "Ow! That wench! I swear i'll-wait, I cannot see! *THE WENCH HAS BLINDED ME!"* Helmet screamed then began walking around the room with his hands reaching out. "Holy father in heaven, i beg of thy! Restore my sight!"

OMEGAPSYCHO: "But...." Boxer said as he look down at his hands then made fist. "We can't let her leave Duster! We need Justice!" He said angrily at Duster. "She had no right to do that and your just going to let get away with it" Boxer said more angrily. Duster could tell that Boxer couldn't see reason because his wrath was blinding him. "All i feel is rage!" He shouted.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary smiled a little bit and he nodded. "A couple cuts and scrapes but nothing too too bad. Thank you." He looks over the other, thankfully that doggo didnt hurt him too too much. If he did chances are Mary would be pretty upset. "Are you okay Knittens?" He looked up at him a little bit.

KRO: "Well, I'm definitely not your mother if I'm approaching you willingly." Ouch, she felt that was a bit too much. She doesn't even know the kid on a personal level to prod at abandonment issues.

"I'm a dear friend of Handcuffs. Or was. I just came here for a small request. I'm sure you're familiar with a certain Heretic that lives in Daten. If not, find a human named Duster. He's a bit jittery. See, Handcuffs left behind two children, their mother died long ago. I want you to find that Heretic and tell him to take custody of the children. He's a good man, he'll care for them dearly. He was the lover of the old man, after all."

BRIT: Strappon's eyes had wandered away from the woman at her statement and he sighed before looking back at her mask. "Okay. I'll do that. It's the least I can do." He said softly. He was holding a lot of emotion in that tiny body of his.

"Rage is understandable, and it's not misplaced. However, what's done is done. We may have won this battle, but we lost someone as well. This was a draw." Duster said, letting go of Boxer, "This is a lesson for us, is it not? If we went rushing at her, what then? What would it accomplish? It wouldn't bring Father Handcuffs back, or the people that died against him." He looked over the other Angels.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens nods, brushing off the dirt on his clothes. He sighed as he looked around, a real mess. Everyone was having their dramatic moments, and oh boy the mood was heavy. Well except for Headphones. He was okay. Knittens mumbled, "I just hope that the damage around the city isn't too bad." He scratched his head worried, checking his pocket for his phone. Dang, he left it at home. Knittens looked to the heavens and hoped for the best.

OMEGAPSYCHO: "But...." Boxer said as he look down. He starts to tear up and the tears were going down his cheeks. "Why did good people have to die!" he shouted with anger and sadness."It's not fair, all we do is watch this happen and do nothing! and we do something more people die! it's not Fair!" Boxer shouted at Duster with tears coming down his eyes. "IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!" He repeated over and over again. all the angels could see and hear Boxer.

KRO: "Thank you," She began, "That puts my soul at ease. Truly, I am sorry for this loss. But remember that he did it out of love and adoration for you. It was his choice."

She sighed, taking off her mask. She was an older woman, her hair a mess from her hood and mask. A few cool scars across her face.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need a drink."

She got past Strappon and diverted her path to meet with Duster, pinching his cheeks.

"Tell your papi I said hi and that I can't play uno with him on the weekend." And she left without giving him a chance to react.

OWLIE: Monocle let go of Polo's hand and patted Boxer's shoulder, which took extra effort since Boxer was tall as fuck. "Calm down, Boxer, it's over,"

BRIT: Duster watched Boxer throw his fit and sighed, closing his eyes for a few moments before grabbing Boxer's shoulders and giving him a few good smacks across his face. Backhand and all. "Will you quit acting like a child? You're putting us Wrath falls to shame, here." He snorted, his tone stern. He sounded like Combat Boots... "Stop. Life's not fair all the time. You can't be a hero all the time and you can't save everyone. It's one of the first things you learn in war."

He crossed his arms after he dropped the other man, then was surprised by a pinch to his cheek, his cheeks turning pink immediately. "I... Okay." He said, a little dumbfounded. Great, another friend of his father's.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary noticed the other looked worried. "Knittens..you worried about your parents..? I'll go with you to see if they're okay..?" He felt the tension in the air. Wasnt a nice feeling.

DJDEVIL: Helmet suddenly appeared between Duster and Boxer, his helmet still facing backwards. "Indeed, the demons know this and use this fact against us. They lie, trick, deceive, and do all other dastardly things to achieve their vile ambitions! We shall avenge Father Handcuffs one day, but sadly, that day is not today." Helmet said.

OMEGAPSYCHO: As Boxer was slap across the face, he stop cry and stand there frozen. What Duster did made him stop crying but his heart was only filled with Wrath and all of this was making pure wrath right now. He wanted to yell, shout, scream, roar, or something but he couldn't all he did was look down.

BRIT: Duster adjusted Helmet's helmet and nodded with certainty.

Jacket walked up to Boxer and pet his shoulder as well. "Pipe up, bud! He's in Heaven, now!" He chimed, offering him a wide grin.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: "What? No! My dad is missing and my mom is in Floraida. They're fine. I'm worried for my guardian." Knittens puffed his cheeks as he regained his hope, he was sort of like a Nokia. No matter what, he's still alive. Seriously, he does more damage to the car than it does to his body. Everything was gonna be okay. Knittens grins, "He's probably out of surgery feeling better! Well.. Not better but definitely drugged. But it looks like everyone else is really upset about something..." He tilted his head confused, unsure of waht was happening. They defeated the ghost, so what was wrong? Something felt off.

KRO: Meanwhile, Hot Pants was done going through his crisis of having his brain almost sucked out. Admittedly, that was kinda hot but he wasn't going to say that aloud. He would be kinkshamed.

"Well, this was...A Day."

After the gong went off, Sukafu (still in Sentai attire) came in with a Shades holding on to his arms. He appeared calmer than before, let's hope so at least. He didn't really go off to interact with everybody just yet. Keeping to Sukafu until he saw Mascara left the room.

"So...did she destroy your cheek?" Shades asked Duster, "That's a thing aunts usually do. Older ones at least." But it looks like Duster had his face intact. Good on him.

Sukafu took off his helmet as he heard the conversation Duster was having with Boxer and Helmet, "That's naiive talk. Either way, Shades and I agreed that higher ranks and a select other few should meet within the week. An acquaintance managed to get some information and I'd love for her to go over the details with everybody."

DJDEVIL: Helmet saw that he could see again and cheered. "My sight has been restored! HUZZAH!" He shouted with joy.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: " Oh! Cool cool... Hey if they can raise a tough guy like you I think they're gonna be okay. Hope he feels better soon.." He smiled but it soon faded, Knittens felt it just like he did. "Maybe..that ghost was someone they knew? I mean it was able to turn someone else so..maybe they got turned first?"

OMEGAPSYCHO: "But...." Boxer said as he look at Jacket. "All i feel right now is Rage, Hatred, and other things that have to do with Wrath" he said making a fist but not yelling instead just talking. "Why do good people have to suffer, Jacket?" Boxer ask him. "It's not fair for what happen to my Father, he was good man and yet..." He said as he look down. "I just want to release it all" Boxer said as he look at him but something was up with his eyes.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens nods, and tries his best to keep high spirits. Doesn't help frowning. He replies, "But I'm sure God received another angel." His mother would be proud. he blushed at the tough comment, pursing his lips and huffing gently. Damn right his parents are tough. He started to pick up rubble, helping to clean up the ruined party scene.

BRIT: Jacket reached up and put both hands firmly on Boxer's shoulders, looking him dead in the eyes with a stern expression. This was probably the most serious he'd every been. "Good peope suffer because they feel strongly for others. Men cry not for themselves, but for their comrades." He said, affirming his statement with a nod. "There's other ways to relieve your stress and anger. You put it into your passion, into your punches, your resolve. That's what makes us good people. If we didn't suffer, we wouldn't have hearts. We'd be like those guys."

He took his hands off Boxer's shoulders and stood there for a good moment before he clapped them onto either side of his face, squishing his cheeks and giving him a huge, bright, genuine smile.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary offers a small smile, " I'm sure he did. " He helps him pick up the rubble and he notices him blush. Ohmygodwhywasthatsocute. If his anime watching with his moms taught him anything, that was the most tsundere thing to do. "Hey Knittens? Would you wanna train a little bit some time? I feel like I can learn a thing or two from you.." He quietly asked.

KRO: Shades stared at Jacket in awe. Damn, that was deep. Where did that come from.

BRIT: Duster stared at Jacket for a long time. "He stole those lines from Combat Boots." He sighed, patting Shades' shoulder, "If we're going to have a meeting, we better clean up this mess first. Before Sir Strappon has more of a meltdown." He looked wistfully at the pink-haired Templar who had just been absently cleaning things without much thought.

DJDEVIL: As Duster finished speaking, Helmet turned to the window that he busted through. "Brother Duster, how much does a stained glass window cost?" He asked quietly.

OMEGAPSYCHO: Boxer final realize it ALL! He smiles at Jacket now understanding everything but still having a little bit of wrath in his heart. "You know. Now you think about Jacket, you made me have another Goal" Boxer said with a smirk. "Before i defeat God, I'm going to be Seraph! With that power i'm going to revenge all those who have fallen!" He said with bigger smile on his face. "SO LOOK OUT GOD AND SHROUD!HE COMES BOXER READY FOR ANYTHING!" He shouts with no Anger but joy. Now knowing that Father Handcuffs is in good hands with god and watching everyone in Heaven.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittensshakes his head, "Nah man, I'm not a trained fighter. I just play hockey. Maybe I can teach you how to roller skate so we can play street hockey!" He carefulyl steaps around the shrads of glass and started to straighten out the knocked over tables. Knittens looked over to Strappon a bit worried, it looked like this dude lost his soul or something. He tugged on his clothes, "Are you alright sir?"

OWLIE: Monocle was glad that Boxer finally calmed down, "Anddd... Boxer's back!" He grinned, clapping Boxer in the back.

KRO: "Let me feel like I can appreciate the kid, at least," Shades said, nudging Duster a bit before starting to clean up a little.

"Alright folks!" Shades cupped his mouth with his hands to amplify his voice, "Party's over, let's clean up this mess and get on with our days." God knows how exhausted, mentally, everybody must be from this.

After having a delightful conversation with his new lady friend, Archer came in laughing at Boxer's statement. "A Seraph? Oh no, honey. That's not how that works. You need to be born or appointed by a council for that to work. /You/ don't qualify for that."

There was a cheeky smirk on his face, feeling that he just delivered a sick burn.

BRIT: "Several grand, I take." Duster stated, "The cost to repair one is still somewhere about $1000-$3000 a panel."

Jacket's smile twitched a little. "Uh, aim for the sky, buddy!" He laughed, albiet a little nervously, swinging his arm weakly and enthusiasm.

Duster pushed Shades and picked himself up a broom and dustpan, approaching Hot Pants. "You... Gonna be okay?" He asked, handing him the pan.

(( OOC: The RP will be ending shortly! Make your final posts, or continue RPing, but the plot is over with for this one! ))

DJDEVIL: Helmet took out his wallet and opened it. There was no money inside. Helmet slowly closed the wallet and turned his head towards Strappon. 'I mean, it was just a window, how mad could he get?' he thought to himself.

KRO: Hot Pants blinked some, shaking his head and looked back up to Duster. "Uh. I think. Not sure. I'll....be going to my doctors tomorrow." He was worried about waking up as a ghost, that's for sure, but he felt perfectly fine.

OMEGAPSYCHO: Boxer then fell down to ground doing that funny anime drop when someone proves something right. "I did not know that...." He said with nervous smile. "But anyways, i become stronger than any Angel and defeat God, Dude!" Boxer shouted with determination to Archer. ever he was fool or just had a lot determination but for one thing, he was acting like a Shonen Jump Anime Hero.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary gasps, " Oh that's so cool! I'd love that." He continues to clean things up, being careful as he handled the glass around him. He finds a broom and he starts sweeping a bit, it really was a mess in there. Mary squeaks as Boxer falls to the ground. "Mister theres glass! Be careful please!"

KRO: Archer held up the back of his hand close to his mouth, doing that classic oujo-sama laugh. "Kids sure are funny nowadays! Good luck with that, deary." And he was off to go back to bed, goodnight.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens noticed the time on his watch, he waved Mary Jane good bye. He chirps, "See you later, Mary! It's getting late. We can hang out next weekend!" He looks back worried but heads out in the city, heading towards the hospital. Hopefully, he can get up early enough.

OWLIE: "All righty," Polo said, "I think its time we head out, bye guys!" He and Monocle went out of the Abbey and headed home themselves. Tonight was an interesting night, even if it turned out great.

Monocle sqeueezed Polo's hand. He chuckled to himself, it was silly of him to feel jealous. He smiled to himself as he and Polo went home.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Mary waves good bye,"See ya Knittens! Heheh awesome! I'll see ya next weekend!" He swoon as he leaves and he cleans up some more before heading home.

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