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[ceoofvoxtek]

*throws a magnet at your head*

OW?! WHAT THE FUVK NOW MY S REEN I G ITC ING

[scoutvox]

Like It Should Have Been [pt 3]

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He wondered if the deepening red of his face could be felt where her paw made contact with his face, despite the fact that there was no opportunity for him to hide it visually. Vox's head shook slightly as the slightest hint of laughter escaped from his lips.

"Everything. A lot to think about, huh?"

His eyes fell down and to the right, tracing the grain on the patches of makeshift floor as he softly hummed to himself in thought. The only luxury gained over the past day had been a temporary reprieve from the inevitable and existential - at least, until the scout learned of his second untimely demise.

"But... us... I think we have time, Tree. I didn't know that we would this time yesterday, but we don't have to figure this all out right now. We can just..."

He softly took her arms and brought them to his waist, stepping the smallest bit closer and gazing deeply into her eyes. Everything beyond her was a blur, and if he could make it last forever, he would.

"Hey. It's nice to see you again."

Before she could respond, the scout leaned in with a hand cupped under her jaw and thumb bracing her cheek as his lips met hers - all intention to act in brevity suspended as he willed the heavens to keep them rooted there for the remainder of their natural lives.

[dario-the-deer]

You Won't Get Into Heaven V

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“Fuck! Fuck me, Gods above—“

Vox launched himself upright, pulled viciously from the slumber that overcame him some time before. It was still bright out; he could not have been out for more than an hour or so. The sudden disturbance had quieted now, although it was a voice familiar to the scout. His head pivoted to the right, to the left… to see Dario, gripping his face.

“Dario, what the Hel — are you alright?” Vox took to his feet, rushing to the stag’s side and taking a knee to inspect him closer. He attempted to pull the hands from Dario’s face, but couldn’t manage to force them off. “What is happening? Are you hurt?”

“It’s fine, I just… the wind caught the right angle and I got smoke in my — ouch, shit! — in my eyes. I went to rub them, and I…” The deer’s voice was muffled against his hands, now covering the majority of his face from view. “…I forgot. I’m an idiot, don’t worry about me.”

Vox stared for a moment in confusion; what could the stag have forgotten to cause this pain? A cursory glance downward told the story in an instant — a knife, with the blade embedded firmly in the earth. The man could see red begin pushing through Dario’s fingers. “Fuck, Dario, let me see. Stop- stop fighting me.” His voice was stern enough for the deer to comply, and the scout could only sigh at the sight of a decently deep laceration under his friend’s right eye. With his hand cradling the halfbreed’s face, he gently rested his thumb on the wound. “You forgot you had the kn—“

“I forgot I had the knife, yeah.” Dario’s voice conveyed annoyance and disappointment as he winced at the touch; after all these years, the last thing he wanted was to again be at the receiving end of Vox’s aid. His hands quickly returned to hide his shame, ears flicking as he closed his eyes to avoid Vox’s. “Grab me one of the cloths I packed… please. If you brought any salves, I can hold it on here.”

The scout took only a few seconds to pull one of the fraying copper cloths from Dario’s bag, gently placing it into the stag’s hand to keep him from jumping and causing further pain. He stood to check his own belongings for anything close to medical supplies. “I don’t know if I did, I thought I had asked you to.”

Vox stopped, letting the last word trail off as he turned back to Dario. He could recall the deer saying something earlier that morning. “I figure that I can use incantations for most of what we’ll need”… 

“Dario…” He looked to the halfbreed, who wasn’t looking up at him. He held the cloth against his face, his eyes intentionally diverted. Vox nearly missed the small piece of flint next to Dario’s bag. “…are you not using incantations? You can heal your wound… you can start a fire in an instant. I don’t understand why you would use flint, or salves…”

The deer continued to direct a vacant expression next to Vox’s feet. He knew the scout had figured it out, but there wasn’t anything to say. It was obvious, but he couldn’t say it out loud. He let out an exasperated yelp; Vox could see the glistening in Dario’s eyes entering the cut. “I don’t want to.”

“You don’t… want to?” Vox sounded incredulous; why would he not? Dario had a gift; he had talents that the scout would give anything to possess. “Are you just being frustrating on purpose, or is there something else there that I’m missing?”

“Stop.” Dario’s voice was flat; entirely dismissive and defeated. “Just… stop. I told you I don’t want to.”

Vox was angry; he couldn’t leave it alone. The burning in his chest was a direct effect of Dario’s brooding, and he wasn’t going to let this become the status quo for however long this expedition would take. The man crossed his arms, unwilling to let the stag off easy. “And I asked you a question, Dario. What is going on with you? Do you want me to leave?”

“No, Vox. It’s not…”

“If your idea was to tell me ‘yeah I’ll let you come with me’ and then make me regret it, it’s actually working. Well done.” Vox had started to place Dario’s belongings back into his bag, quickly taking note of food now burning on the fire. He rushed to knock the metal cookware to the ground, eliciting no reaction from the deer. He was enraged. “You’re going to shut me out, is that it? Gods, Dario, that’s a new low for you.”

“You’re wrong. Please stop.”

“Am I wrong? Fucks sake, bud, enlighten me!” Vox hadn’t realized he was yelling until this moment; he couldn’t pull it back. “I refuse to talk to a brick fucking wall for the next… however long we’re stuck together. You need to grow up-“

“I’m fucking scared, Vox!” Dario’s voice cracked as he yelled, cutting off the scout. The deer shuffled back onto his feet, meeting Vox’s eyes inches away from his face. He’d dropped the cloth, allowing the wound to drain openly again. “I can’t fucking think about using incantations without remembering what it cost me.” His voice was wavering, but he continued to stare daggers into Vox’s face. “We wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for that one little detail, right? Right, Vox?”

“Dario—“

The stag pushed Vox in the chest, catching him off guard and knocking his balance off. The man stumbled backwards, making contact on a tall beam of the porch with his spine. Dario moved in on him just as quickly. “But I need to grow up, right? Yeah, fuck feeling anything! How fucking dare I, right?” The halfbreed’s voice was unrecognizably loud; a new fury that rendered Vox speechless. Through the tears searing against his cut, Dario persisted. “You… you of all people should get it! I fucking died, and now you’re wondering why I don’t want to do the one… the one fucking thing…”

“…Dario.”

Vox didn’t have to say anything more. The deer’s lip quivered as his rage subsided, leaving him to deal with the emotional fallout. The scout wanted to console him, to hold him… but this wasn’t what Dario wanted. He wanted to be human; to have a moment of vulnerability that he didn’t need rescuing from. “You’re right. It’s your call. You would know better than I, and it was insensitive of me to assume.” Vox didn’t give him pity; his words were delivered with a proper cadence he would have wanted if the roles had been reversed. “If you want help with your face, just let me know. I’ll clean this mess up.”

It was unexpected. Dario had, moments before, been ready to risk isolating himself from his best friend… but now, he felt seen. He felt validated in a way that wasn’t condescending. “Y-yeah. I’m going to go inside and clean up.” He couldn’t turn around to see Vox’s progress — the pair needed a moment apart to process. He grabbed his rucksack and slowly trudged up the steps, starting to register the pain across his face once more. Once inside, he was able to pour some water from his canteen onto the wound to clean it, using a mirror to assess the damage. Not as deep as it felt, thank goodness. The cloth he had dropped to the ground was easily cleaned with the same water, and he returned to applying pressure while staring at himself. I need to get better at being a good person.

--

He'd lost track.

The numbers all began to sound the same minutes ago. Hours ago, potentially; Dario's concept of time was irrevocably shattered by the events of the day. His eyes were shut, but he couldn't quite justify to himself what the point of it was. It was darkness either way. Despite being encased in stone, his breathing was light and spaced out to where he didn't feel that he would suffocate - at least not before he would have a chance to bring Kalmah back to the forefront to take the brunt of that blow.

The scar never fully healed, did it? The one under your eye.

If his hands had been free, Dario would have raised one to meet the exact point under his right eye that had been met with a blade a decade prior. It was never brought up, even when he was sure that Milae had taken note of it.

No.

And why is that, Hjort?

You are well aware of why.

There was an ominous additional layer of silence that stone provided - a lack of ambience that felt menacing. It was a curse in and of itself to be trapped with Kalmah; it was another to have no reprieve from it.

I can count on one hand the amount of times that using magick has worked out in my favor. Not something I want to take a chance on if I don't have to.

Only to save him, right?

Dario didn't respond. It was a fruitless taunt - a conversation the stag had with himself plenty of times. An additional party wasn't welcome to his own self-loathing. Dario shifted his focus to feeling every bit of the stone entombing his physical form, almost meditatively.

One... two... three...

[voxtechquestions]

"17 days? Already - augh. Shit I don't even have my costume ready. Fuck."

What he means is; happy halloween!

[v-vox-v]

“You know what I have something to say. I’m glad I fucking died. I’m happy that I’m in hell. I was a fucking idiot when I was still alive. I’m truly doing way fucking better then when I was still alive. I’m surprised I even lived as long as I fucking did. Not to mention how fucking ugly I was. Hell did me right when I showed up looking hot like I should’ve been from the damn start.”

@shark-byte-vox

“Anyway that’s all on Vox2Nite, now enjoy the newest episode of, Yeah I Fucked Your Sister So What!”

[blair-the-navigator]

Bound to the Burn [Pt 3]

[x]

"Ye' called us a fuckin' what?"

Blair looked to both ends of the burrow, gifted with decent dark vision. It was a fraction of a second that he had turned to face behind them when he let out a blood-chilling scream.

"What in te' everloving fuck is that?"

[ceoofvoxtek]

Ok, what about this?? :3:3:3

Good enough

[scoutvox]

Honorary Big Brother [Pt 2]

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Liam may as well have been a child again - that gaze was one of fear, and one that sought assurance. Without hesitation, Vox found himself scaling the dragon once more. He shifted his weight, pivoting his body to sit next to Liam as he manually turned his son beside him. The scouts hand took notice of trembling, while his eyes watched a steady pounding in the young half-breed's chest. His own hand reached across to sit atop Liam's paws, hoping to steady them enough for even just a moment.

"You're safe, I promise." The strain from his yelling just minutes earlier was pushing his voice into a quieter, grittier tone. Vox leaned forward, his face just inches from Liam's own as his left arm found a place on the back of the feline's neck. "She isn't here anymore."

The man's eyes shut as he felt his forehead fall slowly into his son's. A deep breath and brief pause later, he pulled back with an affirming grin. Patting Liam's paws, he oriented himself for a quick slide down the back of Daybreak, finding himself upright next to Milae as he turned back to face Liam once more.

"I've got you." The footsteps of approaching familiarity caught Vox's attention; he turned to see Tree closing the gap between them. His face rose to meet Liam's, a warm smile gracing it. "We've got you, I promise. I'm not leaving you again."

[hubwalker1]

Bound to the Burn [Pt. 2]

[X]

She listens and considers it for a few moments. "I haven't heard from some of the forward team in a while. They might still be underground. If they are see if you can find them. I don't like being out of contact with them for this long."

[faysalthelost]

Dug Too Deep to the Right [pt 5]

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Zsil took in the small travelling party, doing a quick assessment of what appeared to be their strength. Even if they had magic users with them, these tunnels were exceptionally dangerous. These tunnels lead directly underneath High Central. Anyone that’s gotten too close to the city hasn’t made a return trip.  The only thing of use I’ve found in these tunnels is this demon housing suit, and schematics for a much larger version. Beyond that if I’ve ever gotten too close they’ve caved it in on me, attacked me, flooded me, tried to set me on fire, threw me into a pit.... Lots of traps and tricks that would kill you soft, corporeal folk. 

If you choose to go further down this tunnel, it leads to a reverse fork, the other one taking you to a base to the east of the jaw that used to house the Scarab Clan. It was another “splinter” of Central that Alrund and his rebellion took out about a month prior. If you were to continue the other direction, it would probably lead too close to High Central and have a good chance of killing you. 

The Guardian grasped his chest, but I must take Alesha to the infirmary. If something were to happen to her...

[dario-the-deer]

Steady Hands

There was something about the familiarity of Haligan that felt wrong, given the circumstance of the past week. Taking a deep breath of cold air, Dario relished in the lack of wartime that the island provided, even if it was just temporary. It was eerily silent, as a good portion of it’s populous was back at the Jaw.

“It’s strange to be back... so soon, at least.” The stag, welcoming the calm as a light breeze wisped between the three figures that had arrived just moments before. “Do me a favor, Juro. If anything goes wrong, you know, during all of this...” He looked to Vox with a nervous grin, understanding that the scout knew better of what to expect from Tree. “...please tell Milae. Alive or dead, I’m sure he would love to hear about what is about to happen.”

“You know it’s not going to be as bad as you think it is.” Vox tried to give a reassuring laugh, but he himself hadn’t had the best interactions with her prior to this day. “You’ll feel a ton better when you get this all off your chest.”

[voxarnason]

Non-Negotiable [pt 2]

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Vox didn’t even pretend to understand the subtleties of their back-and-forth; there were obviously things at play he hadn’t been privy to. He needed some semblance of a grip on things.

“Excuse me, stranger...” He looked to the refugee with concern, taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. “What is your name?”

[ceoofvoxtek]

What about this one? :3

Vox......what the HECK are you doing to Alastor?!?!!

Guys!!! The rumors are true!!!

OKAY ONE STILL THE WRONG MODEL

AND TWO HES MY HUSBAND FUCK OFF

[ceoofvoxtek]

Alright since SOME OF YOU are degenerates. Ive decided to add a tag for those posts.

Val said it was a good idea. So if you dont wanna see those posts (or more importantly are a minor)

block the tag: #vox after dark

[ceoofvoxtek]

*puts you in the hydraulic press*

:)

WHAT THE FUCK

[ceoofvoxtek]

Hello Vox! Say, do you have any favourite old movies that aren’t popular anymore? Maybe you’d be up for a movie night?

Nope why the fuck would I like old movies????

. . . . . . . Who Framed Roger Rabbit