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    Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Livewire on Tue Aug 23, 2016 11:44 am

    Date: 21/08/0006
    Time: 11:00 AM

    It had been a quiet few days. Maybe more than a few days now, she had stopped keeping track.

    A book lay open in her lap, but she was not reading it right then.  Instead, her attention languished outside. There was something nearly relaxing about the typical commotion of the suburban street. Small critters scurried around in the endless search for nourishment. Sometimes people would walk by, sometimes they had dogs with them. Sometimes they had other animals that Livewire didn't know the names of. Most times she knew the animal. She took pride in her knowledge of things like that.

    It was nice outside. The dogs had certainly seemed pleased enough with the weather when they came back inside after their walk that morning. Penny would be needing another bath soon. They all would, actually. That would certainly be an event. As if sensing that the child's thoughts had drifted to her, the chow released a lengthy yawn before settling her head back onto Livewire's thigh. Penny knew the signs of distress for Livewire, even if she didn't understand what had caused it this time.

    Penny thought that her charge was more unhappy than not these days.  Even her gracious allowance of braids and hairclips in her glorious mane (and really, what other word could describe it) had done little to lift the little one's spirits.  No matter, she thought about it all. She had decided that neither hell nor summer heat would take her from the child. Unlike some, she would not abandon her charge.

    The hound's irritation quieted as small fingers began to search behind her ears, scratching until Penny was lulled into a more relaxed state. Livewire, even then, was attuned to her animals. Penny's need to voice her displeasures made this relatively easy.  The sight of her dog nearly taking up two couch cushions and still somehow still needing room managed to bring a sense of calm to her. This, more than nearly anything else, was needed right now.  Her too many experiences with loss had taught her that calm was the safest state to be in during this time.  Still the images of familiar faces sliced through her composure and, to control it, she did not think about it. She did not let any glimpses of friends enter her mind, people that she trusted. She did not think of willowy pale frames, of tanned skin over hard-earned musculature. She did not recall voices coaching her, comforting her, reminding her that she came back as if it meant something-

    A hand clasped around the fragile pendant at her throat. Clear as glass, but flashed blue in the sunlight. She turned it thrice in her hand to calm herself. She thought of the story, the pendant's importance. She remembered who had told her the story and her hand burned.

    It was released immediately. Tides rose, called by the memory, and beneath the pain laid something else, something infinitely more terrifying, more damaging. It had no sound, but it was deafening-

    A sneeze jostled Penny and ripped Livewire back into focus. She looked around herself, optics taking note of every texture.  Dust floated within a ray of sun beside the window. Penny adjusted herself again before lying down her great head into the crux of a metal hip. Livewire looked out the window.

    A small stream of air was pushed through the vents of her throat in a learned gesture. Optical covers slid shut with a quite click as the window continued to serve its purpose regardless of being watched.  Small fingers had yet to leave her throat. They brushed down, hooking three distinct cords that hung around the cables and shielding of her neck. One was abandoned with little more than a drop into the settled tides. One was sought for its own burden of blood.  How many times had she heard the whispers of a voice through this red gem? Small stolen conversations between The Piper and the child who never feared her? Pale skin and the unlockable, at the moment, smell of blood. She never could fully grasp the extent of memories made when she was organic, but it seemed right to give that one to Nessa. She took hold of the pendant and brought it away from her throat. It seemed rather innocuous in the morning sun. The child recalled Nessa, the deconstruction of her voice. The brief hugs that never lasted long enough.

    "Nessa?" She waited. Sometimes it look a moment. She couldn't rightfully expect Nessa to drop what she was doing just to talk to her.  The stone in her hand did nothing. No blink, no supernatural sign of acknowledgement. Maybe...again?

    The question was repeated. The answer remained the same.

    A splash of a wave in the tide, frothing black foam from the disturbed surface as it stirred.

    There was no need to panic. There was no reason to panic about how sickeningly familiar that thought was.  The child moved forward against Penny's desires, earning Livewire a concerned whine as her feet touched down upon the floor.

    "Kev?"
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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Kev on Wed Aug 24, 2016 1:05 am

    Skrt skrt skrt

    Ah, the ultimate ramification of having a bundle of animals. The scaly alien was busy in the kitchen, dressed in a casual outfit. A simple black t-shirt and brown shorts with a pair of soft purple slippers still on his feet as he used a broom to push around huge clumps of fur. Soon there would be a winter coat a-coming, but for now the multi-colored lint and fluff attached to the bristles were to be attended to. He pulled it off, allowing the lump to fall right into the dark blue dustpan laying on the floor. Like a snowflake in winter, the fur landed juuust right. Approaching the fridge, Kev squinted his eyes at the square machine before kneeling for a closer look. He leaned forward, gaze narrowed. "Hm..." Always the fridge, it was ALWAYS the fridge! How did the fur even get trapped under there?! It wasn't as if they regularly pulled the fridge away from the wall! Huffing, he held the broom up and angled it to swipe around the bottom of the fridge, still kneeling upon one knee. "Almost..." Using the broad side of the bristles, he was attempting to coax out a chunk that looked to be Biddy's, from the grey and white coloring. Unfortunately, a corner of it seemed to be underneath the fridge where his bristles couldn't quite reach. Maybe if he got the bristles to hook upwards... Before Kev could start maneuvering the broom, he heard a voice.

    "Kev?"

    Bumblebee! Like an attentive father, he heeded the sound of his 'child'. "Coming!" Kev called back gently, pushing himself upright again. Collecting the dustpan, he tilted it into the trashcan to empty it. Fur, dirt, a few blades of grass and even some crumbs all slid into the waste bin, waiting to be tied up and taken out later. With a soft clack, the dustpan clicked into place on the bottom of the broom, and it was left to hang on a hook in the laundry room. Pausing only to dust off his hands, Kev left the kitchen behind and walked down the little hallway, making a left and passing the stairs to the living room. Ah, there was the ever vigilant Penny, standing guard over Livewire. In front of the couch stood the little femme herself, though she didn't look relaxed or at peace. Head tilting to the side, Kev stepped forward. "Yes Livewire? Is everything alright?"


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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Fear on Sat Sep 24, 2016 7:32 pm

    Today was like any other - uneventful and routine.

    It was the same as yesterday, the several after, and the nameless thousands that were but a drop in an endless ocean. Strange, then, how the unaware, the tenacious, and the aimless navigated about its abysmal waters as if it had been their very first. Ancient sinew and bone cracked beneath the generous shade of a weathered old tree. "Mm..."

    He liked sitting out here. Not because it was peaceful and typically quiet, but because he could observe the world toil itself unto oblivion; a morbid curiosity, admittedly. Embers of a smoldering cigarette flared. It was amazing, he thought, how easy it was for individuals to get swept away by life's innumerable distractions. Work, children, sustenance, rest, entertainment, and so on and so on... The list was truly endless, but none were more captivating than death - than the abrupt, distinct elimination of a presence felt no longer. Even more amazing still, was the struggle to accept this universal truth; that nothing was eternal, that everything must eventually... fade. That, wherever growth spread, so too must follow decay. Several grotesque and weepy eyes swiveled in their malformed sockets, their glossy stare pointed everywhere and yet nowhere.

    They gazed past the corporeal, of what was empirical, and looked to broken, grey shores. The tide was on the rise, it seemed. And where there was a splash beneath those frothy waters, it was surely close behind, lurking in the shallows... He blinked and colour returned to the world, senses once again drawn to the ephemeral nature of his surroundings. A storm was coming and he must prepare.

    Today was like any other day.

    Uneventful.

    Routine.

    Macabre.
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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Livewire on Fri Sep 30, 2016 8:37 pm

    The promptness with which her guardian replied was noted by the femme, and appreciated all the more. A steadying hand rested against the rust-colored fur of her loyal companion's head as Penny's attention was finally grabbed by the tense stature of her charge's frame.

    It was true that Livewire did not have any clues of scent or sweat, no beating heart or shaky hand, in order to give Penny any typical sign of distress that she could expect. But being with her for so long, through so much pain on the child's part, Penny was more than equipped to keep track of Livewire's state as best she could.

    A cold and wet nose pressed against an equally cold metal hand as the great dog pressed herself agaoinst Livewire's legs as the child looked ahead, forward, to her guardian. The hand touched against the top of Penny's head once more, keeping the femme rooted firmly on this floor, in this room, not

    on cold, gray shores streaked with foam and shards of broken glass and porceline, glistening with a light that came from no sun-

    She was here.

    She was in this room. There was nothing…she was here.

    The child stared at the alien before her with one hand tangled with fur, the other clenched like a cage around a pendant hanging at the base of her throat.

    "Kev, have…um." A cold panic seized her. Her mind went blank, stopping itself as part of it finally managed to comprehend the entirety of the weight of the question hanging heavy in her mouth.  

    Cold, black water brushed against sand made of miles and miles of crystal, glass, and shattered jewels-





    "Does Nessa's pendant work for you?  She, um…  she's not answering me."
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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Kev on Sat Oct 01, 2016 5:09 am

    Like a fog in the back of his mind, Kev could feel the malaise and unhappiness that was coming from his partner. Dark blue eyes glanced over his shoulder towards the backyard. Even though he could not 'see' him, the scaly alien could tell Fear was sitting beneath a tree. Relaxing, even though he seemed upset about something. Foreboding... Why? What was this storm waiting to meet them? Quite concerned now, he directed his attention back to the yellow femme. Next to her, Penny the chow seemed anxious too. Pressing and leaning into the child who almost used the dog as a walking cane to support herself. To say nothing of Livewire herself, who stared quietly back at Kev. His gaze fell to her hand and--oh. It was clasped around a necklace, a very specific one. The femme typically wore three pendants around her neck; a crystal that looked blue in the light, a carved piece of tooth, and a blood red stone. Knowing this made it easy to figure out which was tightly held within her fist...and why there had been such a sense of dread in the air.

    Standing as still as he could, the scaly man stared back at her and made no move to rush her question. He did give her a nod, to show that he had heard her, and seemed to brace himself for when she could finally put it into words. His own hand came up to rest over top of his black shirt, feeling the necklaces beneath the cotton fabric. His own section of the carved tooth, and a silver ring that dangled from a chain. No blood stones that were shaped like a droplet, however. A very interesting absence, as ever since almost ran away, he'd kept it close. Nessa had been helpful, even if she interrupted some much needed downtime, and keeping her updated was only fair. Without her, it would have been harder to find the femme.

    "Does Nessa's pendant work for you?  She, um…  she's not answering me."

    Yet, for as helpful as she was... Kev suddenly felt as if he had stepped into quicksand, falling into a thick gunk that refused to free him. More than anything, he didn't want to do this. Livewire would have noticed the absence of someone so important to her, someone she loved. She had even tried to contact her, only to get no response! Lying was not an option. It was time for the truth. Even if the truth was ugly. Fingers tensing into his own shirt, the alien shook his head slowly. "No. It...it doesn't work for me either." He kept it short. Anything else would be rubbing it in. The only thing he did was step forward, free arm spread out for her. The scaly man didn't want to smother her, and yet he felt the need now, to protect her. He didn't come closer, silently offering the hug instead.


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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Livewire on Sat Oct 22, 2016 6:41 pm

    Two blue optics kept track of the hand mirroring her own at that moment. She didn't know what to do with that information. Was he touching his own pendant? That would make sense, wouldn't it?  She was asking about it and so part of his mind decided that the object in question should be kept track of. That made sense. Very  fine sense.

    Each twitch of muscle beneath scaled skin was noted.  It was a beautiful thing, the anatomy of an organic. A similar system existed within Livewire but it was difficult to appreciate as much. What were metal pulleys and gears in comparison to living meat?  Slight muscles at the base of his neck, his shoulders, were indicators to the motion that would answer her.  For such a simple response, one that could be confined to two motions, it seemed almost hilarious that it could carry so much weight.

    It didn't work for him, either.

    "Oh."

    Penny whined softly beside her, but Livewire didn’t hear it. Her line of sight twitched along the image of Kev standing there, arms open in a silent invitation for a hug, but she felt no need to move. The child was so very, very still.   The hand around the pendent tensed, but even that force soon vanished as the small stone was finally released from its prison of cold metal. Her arm dropped back to her side as her head rotated upon her neck.

    A wide, pink, tongue began to lap at her leg as a paw worriedly stamped on Livewire's foot.  She looked down at Penny, who's eyes could barely be seen behind the thick gathering of rust-colored fur. She needed to get a haircut again.


    The water was so cold. It rose to her ankles, drifting in and out of the massive sea stretching before her towards the horizon. With the tide came pebbles, red and black and glowing dimly in the overcast light. They brushed, they burned. They burned the flesh and the foam alike.



    "Is she gone?"

    Her voice might as well have been inquiring about the weather.
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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Kev on Sat Oct 29, 2016 10:16 pm

    Cyan optics kept watch over Kev's movements, attentive as a hawk. He found it hard to keep eye contact for longer than a few moments, eyes constantly slipping down to his own hand. She was very perceptive, and it was a little intimidating. Although a lot of improvement had been made, there were still moments such as this where the scaly man felt as if he were walking on a tightrope. Each step had to be perfect, each word out of his mouth correct. The consequences...were far steeper than a mere fall off of the rope. The attempt to run away was a memory of the past, frayed and yet still there. Even though Kev had forgiven her for that mistake, some small part of him feared a repeat. That the slightest mistake, or a wrong tone could make the femme try to run away again.

    Even more damning was the response. A simple 'oh' that actually said a lot. The skinny alien's shoulders cringed upward, drawing his hand closer to his chest. Penny seemed to echo Livewire's thoughts, the fluffy chow whining. She likely sensed how upset the two of them were. The yellow robot made no step to close the gap between them, and the open arm began to wilt. Still open for a hug, but much looser. Her own arm had dropped back to her side. With her gaze redirected to the dog, he picked up his own and watched her closely. Not that there was much for his dark blue eyes to see, but Kev still tried to be attentive.

    "Is she gone?"

    Damn it. Damn it. His hand clenched into the fabric of his shirt, fingers clasping around a silver ring as if for support. For a moment, the alien did not speak. His thoughts were rather vocal though, eyes sharp as Kev silently cursed the piper for leaving. Cursed her for disappearing without a good bye, knowing that Livewire was vulnerable! And so soon after them... He cursed her thrice times, pledging to give the motherly woman he once had a shaky friendship with a swift kick to the ass, should she ever show her face again. Satisfied, he huffed and released the ring, shaking away any anger so as to not scare her away. "Yes. I'm sorry." He took a small step closer. "I...I really am." Nessa had been very important to the femme, so beloved too. Waiting for Livewire's reaction, he began to doubt how much Nessa deserved it.


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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Livewire on Mon Nov 07, 2016 11:10 pm

    ”Oh.” Well. Hm. How about that?

    Someone else was gone. How…about that. The world…hadn’t stopped. Of course it hadn’t, when had it ever? From what Kev said, how he said it, that person had been gone for a while. She hadn’t noticed. Of course she hadn’t noticed. It wasn’t like that person was a constant. It wasn’t like Kev, or Fear, or S̵̳̙͍̩̖̔͋̿͛̊̓͝͡k̯̖̪̻̜̖̞̒ͯ͋͝͝y̢̼̝̮̥̼͙͙̭͛̾̓͒̍̿ͩ̄͘l͇͎̝̠̞̞͋ͩ͡e̡̜̰̞̼̫̥̹̟̓̏r̡ͩ̎͊͏͍̥̕

    Well, then. ”Okay.”  It was okay. Of course it was okay. She hadn’t even noticed she was gone. She hadn’t… ”Thank you for telling me.” There was no need to be bothered. She hadn’t even noticed.

    Penny was whining.

    She was drowning.

    It was fine. She hadn’t even seen yet another pillar of supposedly safe stone crumble into dust, falling into the water with great thunderous noise. The wind whipped above her head, above the churning waves and foam. She did not struggle, did not notice that she had sat down. When did it change from standing to sitting on the floor, legs folded on either side? Penny was a good dog. She was licking Livewire’s face, whining high and desperate. Nails scratched the floor as two more, her other two dogs, took notice of the Queen’s distress. Butch approached, letting out a worried HRUFF from deep in his chest. James watched on worriedly. He didn’t know what to do.

    This was not right. It…it was not fair. Of course it wasn’t, of course it wasn’t right. Of course it wasn’t fair. Nessa was gone.

    She screamed. She didn’t say a word, she couldn’t… A black ocean of tears and blood churned above her, around her, within her. A lifetime of learned pain, of tears and screams and rage that she would not, could not, allow to escape from this world. She had seen so much… She saw Nessa’s face. She felt Nessa’s breath, heard her voice. Tiny feet ran across her frame. Children, a white rat that she would never see again. A Pied Piper that she had recited the story to before she really knew who she was. A kidnapper that she never felt unsafe with. She was just memories. Just like so many times before, so many times, she was nothing left by memories in Livewire’s head. The image stilled of her face, it warped. A photograph floated in the ichor above her, hard to see in the inky tides. Nessa had taken it the first time she took Livewire home. In the polaroid her optics were too bright as she reeled from yet another loss, yet another abandonment. She was safe in this polaroid. She was bleeding pain but she was loved, she was secure tucked against that arm thrown across her shoulders.

    Her body drifted down, down, down. The raging winds were silent beneath the sea as she sunk further away, further down. She knew what was waiting for her down there. She always knew what laid beneath the waves , her tears, her blood. She did not struggle when it came. White hot pain consumed her, engulfed the picture and ate away at it with no mercy, no thought, no care. The static snatched her and dragged her low, deafening in its absoluteness. It was so terrifying and so, so familiar. She didn’t fight. She almost wanted it, because she knew it was destruction. It would destroy the pain, the loss, the hurt. It engulfed so completely and she was intimately aware of how she didn’t have to feel this hurt ever, ever again.

    She stared blankly in front of her at the living room, at Kev’s feet.

    She didn’t fight. It would always come when it was called.


    It wouldn’t leave her.
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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Fear on Wed Nov 16, 2016 10:19 pm

    The static wouldn't leave her, no... but neither would something else.

    In the distance, muffled by the sound of crashing waves and turbulent water, echoed a piercing wail. Do you remember it, child? Do you remember the thunderous claps of wings and the bone chilling rattle of chains? It comes... It comes for you, child, like the somber toll of a funeral bell.

    Shadow fell upon the ocean as hooked claws snatched at invisible phantoms - at broken, ugly memories, perverted through the cruelties of time and attachment. Talons raked across the water's surface and tore it asunder, a scream penetrating the abyssal deep. There you are, child... There you are, sinking ever downward into the beckoning nothingness. Come now, you cannot yield. You have things to do, others who relied on your presence, irregardless how diminished. A monstrous beak shattered the ocean in twain, and a great, black mass descended after you. Opalescent eyes shone brightly through the void, fixated upon the waning glimmer of your soul. Did you think it could not follow in pursuit? Silly child... there wasn't a hole big enough, an ocean wide enough, a mind capable enough. It comes for you, child, like the dying gasp squeezed from a dying soul, at last... free. No such mercy shall be extended to you, no matter how desperate your pleas for eradication may be.

    A gnarled claw reached through the murky depths and grabbed you, ice numbing your aches and your pains. Hush, now, hush... Close your eyes and sleep. You were oh so very tired...

    It was time to go home.

    Home... to all your friends and loved ones.

    To those who had not forgotten about you and your sorrows.

    Home, child.

    The burden of weight slipped off your shoulders as you ascended from the darkness, your fate once again denied by a guardian angel.



    He arrived behind the alien like a phantasm, draped in otherworldly shadow and bereft of sound. Many eyes surveyed the situation quietly, his mind here and his mind there, to worlds beyond the corporeal senses. It seemed he had acted just in time, but only just.

    "Sssleep."

    The command was soft, undeniable - like a mother's soothing lullaby to a restless infant.

    An unseen presence coaxed itself deeper and deeper into the femme's psyche, her very soul, and from there it sought purchase upon the disturbed, tattered edges of her conscious. Bit by bit... thought by thought... His influence weaved betwixt her twisted desires and patiently shrouded her more fragile, cheerful self. Claws severed the child from the creature lurking deep below, undulating wings safeguarding her beneath their protective umbra. Bit by bit... thought by thought... Rome, after all, hadn't been built in a day. The same eyes that peered into Livewire's soul now looked into Kev's.

    "Hmm... That could have gone better," Fear remarked, "but at leassst ssshe didn't run away thisss time. We'll have to take our blesssingsss asss they come, I sssuppossse." Unlike the anxious energy suffocating the room, the towering ghoul was levelheaded and, as usual, unreadable. He smelled heavily of tobacco and rot. "If you are wondering what happened, I put her mind to sssleep. Ssshe'll be fine - for now, that isss. I'll take her upssstairsss and ssstart a bit of psssychic sssurgery, patch up Livewire'sss rough ssspotsss and keep vigil." It wasn't the best, but it was something. The coping will have to come later in due time. Gangrenous feet shambled to the femme, and old tendon and bone, ravaged by time and undeath, protested loudly against picking up Livewire's deceptively-heavy body. "How are you feeling, Kev?" Fear asked. The sleeping child now rested peacefully within his spindly arms. "I reckon that wasss a bit of a tumble. We can talk about it later, but right now I need to place a few barriersss. Ssshouldn't be long."

    And just as quickly as he had arrived, Fear was gone, the animated corpse rigidly walking up the stairs.
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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Kev on Tue Nov 22, 2016 11:36 pm

    Calm, short responses. At face value, this was a good sign. It was leagues above being pushed away, or having her shut down entirely. Yet Kev knew to look beyond the surface. Even aside from knowing her for so long, the two of them had shared a body for a month. He understood her emotions in a very specific way. The more nonverbal she was, the more upset. She was monosyllabic and it made him...worried. Wringing his hands, the alien nodded. "You're welcome." His gaze turned to the dog, the fluffy protector who was whining at her master. In a smooth motion, the young femme had melted to sit on the floor. Three dogs now surrounded her, creating a fluffy cocoon that made him feel somewhat like an outsider. There was no response to their affection, the yellow robot definitely falling into some sort of daze. Like--like she did with Skyler.

    Dread wrapped around his chest in a vice, a few tears gathering in his large eyes as he stared at her. Helpless. Yet another loss, Livewire set out to sea once again and driven further away from them. The progress, fought for with tooth and nail, feeling like sand between his fingertips. Only the sudden presence of someone else kept the alien from falling into the turbulent waves with her. Kev took in a steadying breath, turning to glance over a shoulder at the phantom being who he'd sensed coming only scant moments before his arrival. A knuckle wiped away any lingering tears, the alien now trying to appear stronger in Fear's presence. The ghoul's presence in the room was like a thick blanket, their child commanded into a slumber. Memory told him that this would be a situation for psychic surgery. Keeping his arms folded across his middle, he stared unwavering into the supernatural ones of his lover. "Y-yes, I think you caught it in time." Before, the poor femme had been left to linger alone over her discovery, through no fault of anyone's. But alas, the damage had been done. Now, they had the time to fix it. "I figured. Will you...be alright? Perhaps I can bring you up some tea..." Memories drifted to the surgery done on Kev himself during training, how tired and drained Fear had become. Though that had been due to it occurring day after day for over a week.

    "How are you feeling, Kev?"

    Silence spoke much louder than any words ever could. Kev stared back at Fear, mind searching for an answer and finding  it hard to think one up. Far from looking numb or apathetic though, the alien's eyes were vulnerable. A bit of a tumble was an understatement. In the end, he instead gave a firm nod to the rest of what the ghoul was saying. No matter what Kev was feeling, it could wait. Their child could not. "You tend to our bumblebee, and then I'll tend to you." Kev wished he could have helped Fear lift her up, the undead body moaning in protest, but he knew he would only hinder the former Judge's work. He stood off to the side instead, unblinking gaze steady on the two of them as Fear carried her up the stairs. At the ghoul's heels came Penny and Butch, the rotty and chow unwilling to part with their master while she was distressed. The younger James was far more anxious, little whines drawing Kev's attention away from the stairs. Tail tucked tight between his legs, the brindle mix breed stared up at the reptile with sorrowful eyes, tongue lapping at his fingers. The dog obviously wished for some attention, and so the mouthless alien would oblige. Lowering himself onto his knees, he wrapped both arms around the dog and gave his coarse fur firm strokes. "It's gonna be alright, James." The pooch nearly pulled himself into Kev's lap. In response, he rocked the dog and began to coo into his canine mind.


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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Fear on Mon Feb 20, 2017 12:18 pm

    Alas...

    It had been some time before the helmeted fiend managed his way downstairs, footsteps lethargic and unseemly. Twenty minutes? Thirty? The flow of time, much like Fear's inability to appreciate the material world around him, was lost in undeath. Still, he was fine - for the most part. Mentally fatigued, yes. But that was nothing a warm cuppa and rest couldn't cure. And Livewire would be fine too; though, it wasn't as apparent. Unlike her rotted guardian, time was very much involved in her perception of the world. Things hurt now, as they should, but the feeling wouldn't last forever. She will cry and she will mourn, then she will hate and grow apathetic. Finally, she will understand. This cycle was not unfamiliar - but to the mind of a child, it was monstrous and ugly. It was life. Was it any wonder why Fear preferred death?

    Kev was right, in that everything was going to be okay - eventually. The storm must arrive before the calm, and then it shall storm again. Ghostly eyes sought the alien's presence. "You need not lament, Kev," Fear's voice called out. "Although thisss isss upsssetting, it isss not the firssst misssfortune to grace our doorssstep and it ssshall not be the lassst. Let usss enjoy a nice ssspot of tea, hmm?" He was feeling something a wee more... dull, himself. A flavour that wasn't harsh on the senses, for he had managed a bloody headache upstairs.

    Perhaps a round of green tea was in order...
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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Kev on Sat Feb 25, 2017 11:28 pm

    Once James had his fill of comfort, the dog began to slink his way up the stairs with his tail dangling low between his legs. Kev didn't stay on the floor for long. He stood up, and brushed off fur from his clothes and hands. A deep sigh left him, glancing around the living room that suddenly felt very empty. Such was the cycle of loss. He could only hope that this wouldn't be the straw that broke the camel's back. ...Tea. It was time for some tea. Slippers scuffed against the carpet softly as he made his way into the kitchen, the clock ticking around him needlessly. How much time had passed? He too, was not sure. The alien's body seemed to go into autopilot as he filled a kettle with water and set it on the hob. A tray was readied, with matching cups and the usual additives such as sugar and honey. He had grabbed a box of biscuits from a cabinet when he heard Fear call out, glancing over a shoulder as the ghoul sought him out and would find him in the kitchen.

    Crispy little wafers were spread out upon a plate on the tray and the box was returned to its resting place. The alien considered his partner's words of comfort, eyes boring downwards. Not the first, wouldn't be the last. It was always hard when it happens but...not quite as hard as it once was. His family made it easier. "You're right. This will pass, like it always does. It may take a while but...we are patient, aren't we?" A spot of tea...sounded marvelous. Kev waved the former Judge over, directing him to take a seat as his eyes turned warmer. Less sullen. A small peek within the bond was all it took for him to go rummaging about in the cupboards, withdrawing the green tea bags with a purpose. "Don't you worry, Kikiri! Your cuppa will be ready soon. You just sit and relax." He sidled over, his small hand feeling for Fear's larger one and giving the bony thing a squeeze.


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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Fear on Fri Mar 24, 2017 2:14 am

    They were indeed patient. After all, the immortal had nothing but time; however, only one could boast such a claim and fear not repudiation. Kev, for as much as he tried, was barely a century old. Nay, he was shy forty-odd years. Could he truly understand and accept the weight of life everlasting? Without prying into the alien's mind and giving it away, the helmeted ghoul already knew the answer. Tonight's hardship only cemented his judgement. Of course, the same could be said for the latter...

    It was gentle enough, but a firm psychic shove saw the alien out of Fear's mental space. "Privacy," he rasped in jest. Get out of there, you nosy busybody! Anyway, the tea. The tea that he would normally be assisting with, but, for reasons already disclosed, the superfiend did not. He felt a smidgen terrible for being so useless, admittedly... "The dead do not relax; we prefer the term... resssting in peace." When tragedy strikes, the ofttimes best remedy was comedy. Just ask playwrights. Oh, and a little bit of spirit. Fear knew just the kind. He reached over with one lanky arm of his, opened a nearby cupboard (Kev knew the one), and withdrew a tall bottle of whisky. Not whiskey, whisky. Scotch, to be precise. The ghoul preferred nursing a pounding headache with nothing else; though vodka was a close, but still distant, second.

    He set it casually upon the table, body language fairly aloof, with needle-point fingernails - tink, tink, tink! - drumming against the glass. "Oh, how I envy thossse who can enjoy the mind-numbing haze of a good alcoholic ssstupor," Fear muttered dryly.

    The hangover... eh, not so much.
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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Kev on Fri Apr 07, 2017 12:49 am

    "Privacy,"

    Kev's probing psychic fingers were expertly shoved out, not unkindly either. Rather, it was very much a smooth correction. No grudges were held over the exchange as the scaly man snorted to himself. "Of course, dear~! Wouldn't dream of encroaching on your privacy, my love." Mental bond aside, that is. Though after the procedure Fear had just done for Livewire, space was perhaps tantamount to his recovery. Space and a spot of tea! Turning his attention to the hob, the man leaned his back against the counter to keep the kettle in view of one eyeball, and the other set squarely upon his partner. "Resting in peace, is that so? You want me to go dig you out a nice grave outside then?" He jutted a thumb towards the yard, eyes twinkling with humor. "I'll use my special shovel and everything." Tea and a bit of back and forth tomfoolery was just what the doctor ordered when psychic surgery was conducted!

    Well...both of those things and a spot of whiskey. A lanky arm easily reached for the bottle in the cupboard, withdrawing the Scotch and setting it upon the table. Fingernails rap-a-tapped against the glass with a lovely sort of clink. Yes...the alien supposed that tonight was definitely one of those nights. Eying the caramel liquid, he found himself rather tempted to lose himself in a buzz of alcohol. He'd dreaded this day for a while, and having it come to pass? Oof... It had gone exactly as Kev feared it would.

    Tearing his gaze away from the bottle, the smaller man pulled the kettle of boiling water off ofthe stove top. The tea bags were plopped inside of a teapot, the hot water poured inside the ceramic that was soon covered up by a familiar tea cozy. Setting their tea on the tray to steep, he grasped the handles of the tray and carried it over to sit in front of Fear and his little bounty. Only once he had the tea tray sitting in front of him did Kev speak up for the first time since the ghoul had grabbed the drink. "If you want, we can spike our drinks and you can piggy back off of my stupor. Forget about everything for a little bit and...just coast by on a good buzz." Whereas the former Judge could only drink to remember the sensation of getting drunk, the mouthless alien was completely able to feel such things! With the mental bond...it should be easy for Fear to feel the same sensations. After his hard work, the ghoul deserved a mind numbing break.



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    Re: Necklace Graveyard

    Post by Fear on Sat Apr 08, 2017 8:35 pm

    "Resting in peace, is that so? You want me to go dig you out a nice grave outside then?"

    Tempting.

    So very, very tempting.

    Fear was thankfully a disciplined soul; usually. "Alasss," he rasped with a sigh, helmet shaking, "methinksss I am more ussseful here, asss opposssed to pussshing up daisssiesss. You don't have a ssspecial ssshovel anyway." The only shovel Fear knew was caked in dried urine, courtesy of a territorial Oscar. Naturally, the ghoul much preferred something... else to bury himself with. Something clean.

    By now, their lighthearted banter had sadly, but predictably, ended in quiet. It was just as well, Fear supposed. Tonight's circumstances had been difficult - nay, downright stressful. No amount of humour, even between themselves, would liven the mood. Really, could anything? Before he could tumble down that ill-fated rabbit hole and think himself to death (hah, what a novel idea!), the tired superfiend poured his first glass of Scotch. What a generous glass it was, too. He filled it to the brim and knocked it back like an Olympic champion of alcoholism, undoubtedly making his boisterous ancestors proud. And when he was done, another. And another, and another, and... Well, suppose he already tumbled down a rabbit hole, didn't he?

    A weary set of eyes trained themselves upon Kev as he neared with their tea; the rest were far too busy struggling with focus. "What a bang up job you did." Fear was of course referring to the tray. Though, the pointing of his glass was indicative enough. "Why, it ssseemsss like only yesssterday when I wasss mere inchesss from ending your life, ready to ssstrangle you for daring to throw a sssullied disssh rag upon the teapot. Ahh, sssuch fond, fond memoriesss..." Kev would most likely not agree, but that made Fear's reverie all the more fun. He was in mid-pour for another round when the alien thought to... 'offer' his services. Fear at once declined. "Sssorry mate," he answered quietly, "but I need to remain alert in cassse sssomething goesss wrong upssstairsss. Hope you underssstand." It wouldn't be the responsible thing to do, see. "Besssidesss!" The ghoul straightened his droopy posture and gripped his glass with rekindled vigour. "You're sssuch a terrible pisssspot, it'sss downright unbearable. I reckon you could barely hold a sssingle round of hard liquor." As if to taunt, he knocked back his fourth...? Fifth...? Perhaps sixth glass of Scotch and loudly burped. "Oh, pardon me," Fear excused himself, thumping his chest with a fist. "I think one of the cockroachesss in there burssst into flamesss."

    Wouldn't that be a spectacle?

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