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    Feliz Día de Los Muertos

    Post by Mortis on Sun Nov 06, 2016 7:35 pm

    Time: Afternoon
    Date: November 1, 0007

    And yet, Mortis was completely oblivious to the sinner holiday of the remembrance of the dead... At least, save for one particular corpse and his family. However, lately he was far more interested in a body that was fleshier, bloodier, livelier. On this particular premier of fall, it was not under the guise of night, or in the wake of the morning that it would be receiving an unexpected visitor, but more in the doldrums of a usual Tuesday afternoon. The sun peeked where it could through the overcast sky, which refrained from raining generously as it had been wont to in October.

    More odd still was the encroaching mist that swiftly rolled in, thick and pale against the otherwise colorful suburb. It devoured the brilliant fall leaves as they fluttered down from the trees, and thickly carpeted the asphalt in roiling tendrils. Then, came the thunder of hooves. They drummed heavily against the pavement in a hastening rhythm, their owner obscured by the dense fogbank. All at once the mist parted, and a sneering grin of yellowed teeth and taught green flesh exploded from within it. It was a massive steed that had leaped out from its chilly embrace, tendrils of the unnatural substance grabbing at the animal's decaying flanks and tangled itself in the undead creature's sparse, wispy tail. Upon her back was an equally decayed rider garbed in a dark, flowing coat; one clawed hand firmly grasped the reins, while the other secured a thick bouquet of colorful blooms.

    Iron shod hooves clapped sharply against asphalt and spat forth sparks as the beast stamped and brought itself to a halt. Although it appeared the undead horse had overshot her mark, and skidded past the cement walkway that led up to Kev's home. Silently the animal was urged to turn back around, metal clipping and clopping upon the road as she came to stand before the end of the path. Her head tossed and a loud snort puffed from her mummified nostrils, why was her master still sitting upon her back? Had he not come here for a reason?

    Alas, he had, and yet he felt hesitation all the same.

    Mortis appreciated that his brother would want to make the grieving process easier for Livewire, he understood that this was what was best for their family until the young girl started to feel better. But, there was one word that made the undead superfiend take pause from dismounting right away. Even though he had not seen his brother, Kev, or Livewire in months, it sent a wave of uncertainty down his decrepit spine.

    Human.

    They were not mortal in the sense that Kev had been, able to shrug off Fear's aura with some time and practice. They were not machines that were completely immune to any tampering by a malignant spirit such as he. Their beings were fragile, vulnerable things, complete with minds that could be easily corrupted should he remain in their presence overlong. It was what repelled him from visiting them in the Sanctuary, from knocking upon their door every once in a while with a simple 'hello' or 'how is the family?' As innocent as it may have sounded, the undead knew that his very presence could potentially incite far more suffering than their family could ever want. Empty eye sockets gazed out from beneath the brim of his hat towards the door, but his mind painted a far different picture than the quaint two-story house on Broadband Boulevard.

    He saw his brother brought to homocidal madness, slaughtering anyone who came near- including his loved ones. He saw their adopted child, Livewire, dragged down to nigh suicidal urges, a desire to cleanse herself of the filth of life and all of its vices. And then, he saw Kev, the one he had warned extensively back in February slowly slipping away as his sanity was devoured, decayed by the undead's all corrupting aura. But above all, he saw them succumbing to its effects like another had, a life requiring merciful release during the dead of winter. His hand clenched the reins a little tighter. "Ssssss..."

    It was a nightmare he never wanted to bear witness to, that he prayed would never draw a single breath.

    But he would not linger, he reminded himself, he would not stay any longer than absolutely necessary. He would as he had planned, then spirit himself away, like a shadow in the dark. His imprint would be as minimal as he could manage, or so he hoped... There was a nicker and the undead was drawn out his thoughts, his skull swivel with a few dry pops to see Samhain staring back at him from the corner of her eye socket. Her master was uncharacteristically lacking in confidence today, dare she believe even distressed.

    Never you mind, Sssamhain. Came a mental reply, Your massster iss well. Let usss accomplisssh what we have visssited thisss place for. In other words, the ghoul wanted his loyal steed to drop the subject. If not for ensuring there was no lack of faith, then to refrain from having to seek solace in his steed out in front of Kev's house. Not that he had not needed to before, with the distinct lack of his brother's mental presence, he needed... something for support instead of waiting for several months of the psychic static that took the place of their mental link to clear.

    Samhain and Angemort just happened to fit that necessity. Though their conversations were not all that stimulating.

    Much like a horse was wont, Samhain's perceptiveness cut through the undead's front. He still exuded anxiety, he still was loudly thinking about what could go wrong with this brief, supposedly painless visit. A soothing sensation sought out her rider in an echo of how he tended to comfort her. It seemed to work, albeit only superficially. Her master's posture relaxed a little in his seat, and his claws were not gripping the leather strips of her reins so tightly.

    Shall I walk up with you?

    Oh, no, that will not be necessary, Samhain... But thank you. He responded appreciatively, giving the undead mare a light pat on the side of her neck. He returned her mental reassurance with a ping of his own, before shifting to slide out of the saddle. I will only be a moment.

    Clawed feet touched the pavement, and shuffled their way around to the mare's saddlebags. The bouquet of wild tropical flowers was tucked carefully beneath his arm, and he flipped up the flap of one to reveal a festive looking, but large bag concealed within, Birthday Monster printed in a stylized dripping green ooze adorned the front alongside a halloween motif that covered its entirety. Brightly colored tissue paper concealed the contents, varied in reds and yellows to reflect the season. He retrieved it, and beneath it was a box, wrapped in festive halloween party paper. The ghoul had decided that skulls and bats against an orange background would befit his brother regardless of the form he decided to take. Both of them were adorned with a tag that read "for Fear" written in neat penmanship. The bag was hooked upon one skeletal arm and the box tucked into the same one that held the flowers.

    He came around to the second saddlebag and retrieved another box from it, this one decorated in black cats with gleaming green eyes against a bright orange background. "For Livewire" the tag read upon it. Another was pulled from the depths of the leather bag that was intended for Kev, it's paper was adorned with grinning jackolanterns, stubby, square buckteeth visible in their wide smiles, they were placed against a black background that was broken every now and again with a spookily written "spooktactular!" in a similar style as the label on Fear's bag, but in ectoplasmic white. Granted, the ghoul had intended to only give Fear some presents, given today was his decided birthday, but the undead felt it unfair that the rest of the family would have to wait to get something that he had brought back from the Southern Continent. So, he settled for a compromise, today they would get a few gifts, and then on the holiday they would get the rest of them.

    That sounded fair enough, at least to his warped sense of fairness.

    Carefully adjusting his gifts within his expansive arms, Mortis turned and headed up the path, leathery soles clapping against the brick steps as he came to stand before the door. Though unfortunately, with his desire to give his brother's family some southern-swag, he filled arms to the point of being unable to operate the door bell or even knock! Thankfully he had one other appendage to help with the situation. With a series of creaks, Mortis tail swung around from beneath his over coat and pressed the buzzer.

    Ding-Dong~!
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    Re: Feliz Día de Los Muertos

    Post by Kev on Sun Nov 06, 2016 10:17 pm

    What better way to spend the day, then by reading? Perched in the brown leather recliner, Marvin's hands were curled diligently around the edges of his book. Metals knees were level with his chest, as light blue optics soaked in the details. Truly, the biology of turtles was something to behold. Reading about the shells of these beings interested him most! It was a unique feature to have, and the tough outer casing reminded him of his own rough shell. A lone meow sounded from his shoulder, as if the cat thought she might be replaced by turtles for 'Marvin's favorite animal'. Swiveling his beak-like face around, the robot gawked at the furry creature that was laying across his shoulders as if she were a scarf. "Are you jealous of these turtles?" He asked playfully. Green eyes squinted at him. Mrow. She didn't sound so amused. Folding the book to close it, he reached a hand up to pet between her ears with a soft chuckle. "No need to be so jealous, Shally." His face loomed closer, near enough that the cat leaned her face forward to sniff at the shiny metal. "Don't tell the other animals but...you're my favorite." The secret was whispered, though it seemed to sooth the tortoiseshell's spirits. A small pink tongue blepped from her furry lips, and Shally reached forward to give him a lick. Metal fingers roamed through her thick fur, Marvin cooing like a dove. A better way to spend the day than reading was by playing with a beloved pet!

    Ding-Dong~!

    Both heads perked up, turning to the red door. Marvin glanced at the feline out of the corner of his optics. "I don't think we were expecting company..." Gathering the furry boa up in his arms, the android climbed out of the recliner and set her down where he had been crouched. "Keep this spot for me, okay?" He stroked an ebony cheek before he made his way to the door with clicking steps. Shally squinted her eyes, paws kneading the firm cover of the book. Once she was satisfied, she settled into a loaf position on top of it. Cat two, book zero.

    Opening the door to behold their guest, Marvin was slightly surprised to find a face that was...actually familiar. Even more surprising was that the ghouls arms seemed full of gifts! A colorful bouquet, a gift bag, and three boxes, each one with a very distinct Halloween theme. Green ooze, black cats, bright orange pumpkins, and even ivory skulls. The robot regarded each gift with a discerning optic before finally turning to the ghoul who held it all. Once a temporary house guest, now something of an extended family member. A few moments of silence passed before Marvin spoke up. "I didn't realize gifts were given the day after Halloween." His soft voice sounded a little confused, as if thinking that this was an actual holiday occasion. They were several Halloweens behind, if that was the case!


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    Re: Feliz Día de Los Muertos

    Post by Mortis on Sun Nov 06, 2016 11:24 pm

    The towering undead stood there at the door, skeletal spine bowed into a tired hunch. not in the way that one would be emotionally or mentally weary, but in the case that his host was simply old. Undeath granted many gifts, but a corpse was still a corpse in the end. From within the house, Mortis could hear metallic feet stepping up to open the door. Relief washed over him as he saw that the one to greet him this afternoon was none other than Marvin.

    Good, metal, non-living Marvin.

    And it seemed that he was accompanied only by the animals today, an even greater stroke of fortune upon the undead. "Greetingssss, Marvin. It hasss been a while." Mortis rasped politely. Evidently the robot was confused as to why the undead would come by with gifts. So far as undead superfiend knew, no one gave gifts on Halloween save for perhaps treats for the trick-or-treaters. But, there was an event on this particular day that did warrant gift giving, at least so Mortis thought. "Oh, no. I do not come on behalf of a holiday. My brother had decided that hisss birthday would be today, the firssst of November. I come bearing giftsss for him... I alssso brought a few giftsss for hisss boyfriend and Livewire, from the sssouthern jungless." He explained, adjusting his grip upon the large bouquet of tropical flowers.

    Perhaps the robot already knew of it and simply did not think that Fear's brother would be aware? Or maybe this had to do with the unannounced nature of his visit. He did want the gifts to be something of a surprise, despite his hesitation towards possibly afflicting any of them with his aura. In hindsight perhaps simply setting a day and time for them to know he was coming by, and that Marvin should be the one to take the gifts from him into the house would be more wise. But, one could not always plan for everything, unless they were a robot of course. Alas, Mortis was not so fortunate to have the same cold, vigilant background of an automaton, he used to be nothing more than a simple, flawed, murderous human.

    "Ssss... Would you be ssso kind ass to ensssure my brother and hisss kin recieve thesse? I would hand them to thossse three myssself but you know, haha... corrupting aura and all. I have ensssured that the giftsss were properly cleanssed before coming here, of courssse." He hissed, offering the carefully wrapped presents to the current man of the house. Or would it be 'bot of the house? The gifts that took up his hands of course were the first to be offered to the robot, so they could be freed to give the bouquet.

    And it was a damn big bouquet.

    If Marvin had the ability, he would notice that the gifts had a peculiar scent to them. A fragrance that hinted a mingling of sage, clove, and garlic hung upon the paper, and salt dotted the edges of the taped seams in the packaging. The bag on the other hand, merely held the same fragrance, which clung heavily to the decorative tissue paper.
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    Re: Feliz Día de Los Muertos

    Post by Kev on Mon Nov 07, 2016 7:34 pm

    "Indeed, it has." Marvin agreed with a nod of his helm. His tone carried no hint of resentment for that fact either. The passage of time could go by in a blink, and he didn't hold it against the former Judge for not visiting more. Going by history, the ghoul's visitations were far fewer than his brother's had been. As for this strange matter of showing up with gifts, Mortis was quick to explain that it had nothing to do with Halloween. Ah, then perhaps the wrappings were simply keeping with the season. They certainly were festive, baby blue optic scanning the decorations once again. So it was Fear's birthday that called him here, was it? The robot stood up a bit straighter.

    "I alssso brought a few giftsss for hisss boyfriend and Livewire, from the sssouthern jungless."

    Boyfriend. That was still so odd for him to hear. Of course, living with the two of them, it wasn't like the relationship was a secret to him. It just...wasn't often that he heard the word boyfriend applied to them. Kev, the lonely alien he had been built to be a companion for, dating a creature just as ghoulish as the one that stood in the doorway. At least Fear was fleshier, at the moment. It made the relationship that much more...normal for the android. He shuffled in place before nodding his head politely. "That was very thoughtful of you, I am sure that they would appreciate those gifts. Especially after their own field trip to the jungles. As far as I know, they didn't really have any souvenirs." Optics shifted to the bouquet, taking in the splendor of the flowers. "Are these from the jungles too?" He asked, finger hovering above a petal as if tempted to touch this gift. In the end, he would refrain from touching them just yet.

    Angling his head to stare up at Mortis, Marvin heard his request. A very humble one of course, he only wanted to make sure that the other members of the household received their gifts! "Of course, I would be happy to make sure they get these." His robotic gaze turned thoughtful as the ghoul revealed the reason why he couldn't hand them over himself. And likely the reason why he had not been over to visit, aside from the trip South. Corrupting aura... He had been slightly aware of Mortis' aura, due to the trail of rot and decay he would sometimes leave on the surrounding property. With that in mind, Marvin couldn't blame him for being hesitant to come over. Not if he feared rotting those he cared for. Reaching for the boxes and bag, he chirped out a curious "Cleansed?" Head swiveling to the carefully tended gifts, he imagined Mortis scrubbing them clean in the sink. The boxes were stacked atop one another, and the bag's handle held within his fingers. Which left one arm to grapple with the large bouquet, optics seeming wider as he stretched his grip around the stems. Pinning it partially against his chest, the beaked shape of his head peered over the top of the petals. "These will look lovely in a vase, on the dining room table!" The fragrance of the gifts was sadly lost on him, though the beauty of the flowers surely wasn't.

    Feet shuffling in the doorway still, the robot kept his gaze upon the ghoul. "Any messages or greetings you want me to pass along?" Perhaps a 'Happy Birthday' or an expression of 'see you soon'?


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    Re: Feliz Día de Los Muertos

    Post by Mortis on Sun Nov 13, 2016 4:04 am

    Time did indeed have a habit of passing one by at a frightening pace if one was not careful. After all, had it not already been two months since he had come back to this house? Thankfully this most recent leave was in better spirits than the last, but his return was a brief one. After all, he kept his distance from the family during their temporary turn to human form for a good reason.

    Even so, his desire to keep his visit brief was distracted by a tempting, nagging desire. Though it seemed redundant given the letters he wrote and sent them during his trip to the southern wilderness, he wanted to know how his brother's family was doing lately. A silly thing to wonder, he decided, squelching the thought. He could ask from the phone at home when he returned to the homestead, where there was ample mileage between his aura and the susceptible trio. Marvin straightened before him at the mention of Fear's birthday instead of the Halloween holiday.

    "He isss my brother, I would not deem it right to not bring him or hisss family anything from my trip." He replied in kind, watching as the robot noticeably turned his attention to the flowers. The numerous colorful blooms spread in a wide circle, large enough that when compared to the doorway it would barely fit through if held upright.  "Oh yesss, all of thesse are from the junglesss, I picked them myssself. It isss a pity they did not take anything to remember the trip by, it isss beautiful down there, essspecially thisss time of year."

    Perhaps Marvin would be able to identify the groupings of vibrant red hibiscus, the passion flower's varied hues of blue, purple, and white... Though there were also sister variation of the entrancing specimen that bore pastel shades of pink and purple. The stark, velvet black color of the bat flowers peeked out from the rainbow arrangement, with its long whisker-like stalks that drooped. Peacock flowers burned with bright reds and yellows, and deep red zinnias spread their soft petals like a tropical bird flaunted its striking plumage. An assembly of pink, white, and red blooming cosmos could be found among the exotic flowers, along with the strange , yet alluring composition that were walking irises, prim white petals that drooped outward interrupted with vibrantly patterned yellow and blue petals that curled upward like the head of a snake poised to strike. Variations of orchid, each seeming more vibrant than the last, bougainvillea with its small white flowers and vibrant purple leaves, heliconias, red ginger flower, candle bush, pineapple guava and others... It would take hours to pick through and identify each kind of flower the superfiend decided to pluck and add to the arrangement. All of its heft was carefully tied around the stems with paper and a thick ribbon. Even with the sun hiding behind the clouds, they seemed to glow with vitality.

    And the scent... The blooms smelled as if the undead had only just plucked them today. Which, technically, he had. Mortis had opted to pick the massive bouquet just before he returned form the jungles.

    Thankfully, Marvin was not against handing the gifts over to his brother and his family once they returned, reaching for them. Mortis carefully handed them over to the diminutive bot. With the insect-like droid only a fraction taller than being half his height, he did not want to overwhelm him with the packages and brilliant flowers. "Yesss, cleaned of any malignant energiesss that may have accumulated upon them during the trip. I prefer burning sssage, garlic and clovesss bessst. It isss the mossst effective from experience." The undead rasped. Granted, it only removed the malignant energies that he tended to give off perpetually. His aura was a completely different beast altogether. Even so there was very little danger that could be posed upon the handful of human tenants. "But I digresss, cleansssing them makesss the giftsss sssafe for your family to enjoy." The undead hissed as the last of the boxes were handed over. Although he swore he was forgetting something... Oh, yes! The left pocket of his overcoat bulged with something and sagged slightly with its weight. Gnarled, yellowed talons dipped inside and retrieved a small burlap satchel that smelled similarly to the rest of the cleansed gifts, but also held a definite fruity odor. The twine that cinched the top of the sack shut glittered with salt that had been sprinkled upon it.

    "Fresssh mangoesss and guava." Mortis proudly elaborated, setting the small satchel on top of one of the boxes. As the city was the last stop on his journey, the ghoul decided it would not hurt to pick up a few fresh fruits for Fear, Kev, and Livewire to try. Though as he heard Marvin exclaim that the flowers would look lovely in a vase on the table, the undead's empty eye sockets glanced from him to the arrangement and let out a small chuckle. "Perhapsss a few vasssesss, Marvin." He suggested, given the size of the bouquet.

    They would look beautiful in the house either way, he thought. Who did not like adding a little tropical color to their home?

    "Yesss, of courssse." He rasped to the droid. The undead superfiend may be keen on leaving as small a footprint as possible at Kev's home, but he could still spare some time to give a message to them. "Pleassse tell him that I wisssh him a happy birthday, and that I hope he and hisss family are having a great time asss humanss. Alssso be sssure to let them know that I will be back around the Holiday thisss winter to give giftsss." The undead paused, as if his mind was caught on some rumination. There was something else he wanted to give him too...

    Ah, right, a letter!

    Long talons dove into his right pocket and he produced an envelope from the confines. Upon the back of it read in neat pen strokes; For Fear, Kev, and Livewire."I would appreciate if you give thisss to them with the giftsss, it isss for all of them. Make sssure they open it when they get around to opening the giftsss, pleassse. I would not want to ssspoil the sssurprisse." Mortis added, handing the parcel to him. As for what the letter entailed, well, that was for them to read.

    "Thank you again for agreeing to passs thessse forward, Marvin. It isss very kind of you." He rasped, stepping back from the doorway. "Look after thossse three until I return in December" The sheep-skulled undead added, a smile could be heard in his tone, although small and sad. It was going to be the longest he had gone without seeing his brother since the time they had been cast into limbo all those decade ago. Yet... He knew it was necessary. For the sake of their safety, it was necessary.




    Dear Fear, Kev, and Livewire...:

    The letter is written in neat penmanship upon a simple, organic looking stationery paper. Everything is written in crisp dark ink. The letter is long enough that it spans over the front, and back of three sheets of stationery.

    Before I get into thisss letter, my brother, neice, and Kev; I wisssh to assk that you do not read thisss  in full until you ssstart opening your giftsss. I would not want you three to know what your giftsss are before you open them!

    To my brother, I wisssh to expresss my -likely ssshared-  disssappointment for being unable to sssee you on your birthday. I know you are a ssstrong, iron-willed man, I have ssserved besside you for yearsss, centuriesss. Dessspite our troublesss I have not forgotten thisss. However, I refussse to ussse thisss asss an excussse to place you and your family in posssible, if not certain danger of corruption. Not to mention we both know what happensss when I come in contact with anything perisshable, ha ha. I misss you, brother, and while it sssoundsss ssselfisssh, I look forward to when you return to being undead once more at the end of the year, the sssilence isss deafening and without you to ssshare a mental link with, the timesss when I feel lonesssome ssseem to multiply more than I would wisssh to admit. Woolie isss asss disstracting from the sssilence and affectionate asss ever, and Sssamhain and Angemort are great, graciouss companionsss... But it isss not the sssame. But, I do not want you to worry, I am not sssuffering by any meansss desspite my complaintsss and I would never plead for you to do anything that could harm your loved onesss. We may not have ssseen each other in monthssss, and it may be a few monthsss more before we sssee each other again, but I wisssh for you to know that I wisssh you the bessst that can be offered while enjoying your mortal form. I know how you missss sssuch ssensssationsss asss the ssssun, and being able to feel the energy you exert when excercissssing, among other thingsss. I hope you are having fun, and that you are thoroughly enjoying yourssself. I wisssh you a very happy birthday, and that while I am absssent you ssstill enjoy the giftsss I have picked up for you while I wasss in the junglesss. I think a few of them ssshall be to your definite liking.

    Kev, I thank you for looking after my brother, I am sssure you are ensssuring he hass more than a good time in hisss mortal form. I alssso apologissse to you for not being able to sssee you today, I have not ssseen stripe or ssscale of you sssince Augussst. We may not have ssshared a mental link or worked together, and I may not have ssspent much time around you, but I alssso misss you. You are jussst ass important to me asss my brother is. I remember how you had mentioned living in a jungle environment at one point before arriving here, the giftsss I have brought back for you and Fear will hopefully be adequate and to your liking.

    My neice, Livewire, My apologiesss for not being here to sssee you asss well. I hope you are having fun with your guardiansss, and that you are ssstarting to feel a little better. There will be better daysss ahead, and in time the ache ssstartsss to sssubssside. The trick isss to look forward and focusss on the onesss who love you. But I am certain you have already heard that, or already done sssso with me needing sssay anything. You are a ssstrong, sssmart girl. I also wisssh you plenty of fun and good timesss while you are human, being organic mussst make thingss a little easssier in many ressspectsss. I have not forgotten about you either regarding giftsss, and I alssso missss ssseeing you. I may sssee you again sssometime after January endsss, however. I do not wisssh to make you sssick either.

    Now, for your giftsss. Fear, I have brought back an assortment of flowersss that containsss nearly each type I have come acrosss during my travelsss. The map is marked to hell and back to make sssure I remembered where everything wasss ssso I could collect them on the way back, but for you it isss well worth it. I expect Kev to enjoy them asss well, perhapsss even more than you would enjoy them all. Worry not about having to only enjoy the onesss I have plucked. I have made an effort to collect ssseedsss from the ssspecimensss I found, including a few I have not been able to pick and bring back due to their sssize. The whole excursssion hasss insspired me asss well, brother. Come next year I plan to expand on my garden and add a place for growing ingredientsss for herbal teasss and maybe keep a few bee hivesss around to help with pollination, I will find a ussse for the honey later. I will grow chamomile, rossesss, and the like. I have not been able to pick up any rosssesss while I wasss gone, but I have bought you sssome ssseedsss to grow your own. I have added inssstructionsss for you to follow, though I have decided to pick a variety of colorsss for you to choossse, they are all tea rossesss. The inssstructionss ssshould transsslate well regardlesss of whether they are red, pink, white, yellow, and ssso on.

    In your gift bag, be mindful of what you tosss assside, I found an intruiging sspecimen of plant and decided to bring it home to you. It looksss like a sssort of colorful sssucculent, but it trapsss fliesss. Of courssse I could not passs up thinking it a good -if not perfect- gift for you. I have found fully grown membersss of itsss family in the mountainsss near the city, and they do not grow ssso large, but they are colorful and will likely look nice in a window. I have placed all the ssseedsss for you next gift and the flowersss next to it.

    Underneath it, I have brought you back a number of sssamplesss of Canabisss for you to enjoy. I alssso have brought back their ssseedsss ssso you may grow them if you find you want to keep them around to cultivate for yourssself. This group isss intended for relaxation, I trussst you will put it to good ussse. They are packed in bulk and each pack ssseemsss to weigh a pound or ssso, I have no doubt you will have plenty to enjoy. I will have a growing guide for the Canabisss ready in December.

    At the bottom of the bag isss a universsal gardening guide book that includesss almossst all of the flowersss I have brought back for you from the sssouthern continent. Unfortunately the bat flowersss are uncommon enough that they do not have a sset of easssily accesssible insstructionss. I will be doing resssearch and will give my findingsss to you asss sssoon asss posssible.

    For you, Kev, I deduced you would like to help Fear with hisss flowersss and enjoy the bouqet I picked, but I alssso consssidered you would like sssomething of your own asss well. In your gift I have taken the time to collect a number of leaf ssspecimensss from the different sssucculent plantsss I found growing in the area. Evidently aloe growsss in the jungless asss well. I have included a book on how to care for and cultivate them, along with their usssesss.  It isss a sssurprissingly verssatile plant, and edible asss well.

    For my darling niece, I have brought back for you a few patterned ssskirtss from the city. I managed to find a vendor who usssed vibrant colorsss like you tend to wear, and picked out a few to bring back. They are admittedly a little long, but I am sssure they can be adjusssted ssso you do not accidentally trip over them. I had consssidered buying a few long loosse ssshirtss sssince you ssseem to enjoy comfy clothing, but I figured they may have been a little too loossse, and you might have ended up ssswimming in them inssstead.

    For all of you, I have alssso brought back fressh mangoess and guava, if you have not already enjoyed them. I give you my bessst, and come the Holiday I ssshall have more to give you from my travelsss to the Ssouthern continent.

    Well wissshesss,
    Mortisss.


    At the very back is a list of all the flowers that Mortis had brought back, they match the labels on the seed bags that hold the appropriate seeds of each flowering plant. Among them is Corpse Flower, which was not part of the bouquet.

    The Gifts:

    Fear:
    -A massive bouquet of hand-picked tropical flowers. It is comprised of all the different wildflowers that Mortis has come across during his trip. It is large enough that it could be distributed among three vases and still look abundant. When unwrapped, the bouquet is revealed to be a number of smaller bouquets secured with twine, and then tied together so as to not fall apart.

    -A Butterwort plant in a small covered container.

    -Weeeed! The name Tt’sska, Khaa and Rr’ith are on different bulk bushels, they each have a note regarding what they do.
    Tt'sska: Calms the mind without the munchies, good for smoking alone at home.
    Khaa: Good for spending a few hours being lazy and unattentive, lulls the mind into a state where the world seems to drift away and the user feel like they're floating or drifting. Will give munchies.
    Rr'ith: Does similarly as Khaa, but without munchies.

    -Baggies of seeds for the three types of aforementioned weed. All are labeled.

    -Tons of tropical flower seeds, most of them are covered in the guide book except for a few very rare species. All of them are in baggies and labeled.

    -A gardening guide: Growing Tropical Plants in Temperate Environments: A Beginner's Guide to Indoor Gardening

    -A few packets of Tea Rose seeds. There are a variety of colors.


    Kev:
    - Aloe Vera leaves
    - Growing guide: How to Grow and Cultivate Aloe Vera In Your Home

    Livewire:
    - Three patterned skirts from the Ss'ruul city.
    Pattern One
    Pattern Two
    Pattern Three
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    Re: Feliz Día de Los Muertos

    Post by Kev on Sun Nov 20, 2016 8:22 pm

    "I see." The response was more out of politeness than anything else. Marvin had no 'brother' to speak of, and though his journey into the City sometimes saw him buying the odd gift he thought someone might like, it was nothing compared to the visit to the jungle. He'd especially never gotten quite this many gifts for just one person! Perhaps it was in part to make up for lost time? Each flower was picked by hand, and Marvin briefly appreciated them all. "That's a lot of flowers to pick by yourself." However did the man make such a long trip with all of these goods? As for the other household members not taking home souvenirs, the robot shrugged. "Perhaps at the time, they thought the memory of their trip would be enough of a souvenir for them. Though since you picked these out for them, and gave it as a gift, I am sure that will make it more special."

    Flamboyant colors made up the bouquet, each petal vibrant and stunning. It looked to Marvin more like a painting come to life! Colors of every spectrum, making a lovely rainbow that he was sure Livewire would enjoy most of all. The android imagined that to an organic nose, it smelled lovely. Definitely tropical breeds of plant too, each one grabbing more attention than the other. It made other flowers seem dull in comparison. Tall plants as well, enough to fan out every petal in a fancy display. While the boxes and the bag were easy enough to manage, the impressive bouquet proved to be more difficult. It was a rather beefy one after all, and Marvin would have hated to break the stems! Such a meticulous gift, it shouldn't be torn. His metal hands might as well have been handling a baby with how tender he kept his grip. "Aah, I understand now." Kev had once informed the 'bot of a time when he had to clean malignant energies with similar herbs. An odd exercise, for sure. But effective, he assumed! "Sage, garlic and clove...I'll remember that if ever I need to cleanse malignant energies. Thank you for putting extra care into cleansing these gifts." Holding the gifts steady in his hand, the android blinked his optics and tilted his helm to the side curiously. One more gift, then? The ghoul pulled out a small burlap bag from his pocket, tied shut with...salt, of all things, sprinkled on it! His face tilted forward, interest obviously piqued.

    "Mangoes and guava? And what is the salt for? Does it...heighten the flavor?" Kev was a definitely fan of fruits, both for smells and to consume, so this was definitely a gift that the reptile would appreciate. The satchel was grouped with the other bag, supporting it from the bottom. Mortis corrected him in regards to the amount of vases that would be needed to house these flowers. Marvin glanced down at the bouquet and chuckled sheepishly. "Ah...yes. A few vases." His hands shuffled about with the bright green stems. "One in the foyer, one in the living room and family room...yes, I think this will work out to make the house look...festive!" And beautiful.

    Full attention was given to Mortis, the android obediently waiting to hear what message the ghoul would want delivered. A happy birthday, hoping that they were enjoying their time together now that Fear and Livewire were human, and last but not least was a promise to deliver gifts for the Holiday. "I will pass along your messages to them, Mortis." He solemnly promised, only for the ghoul to suddenly pull out an envelope from his other pocket! It was, of course, addressed to the three of them. It likely went into more detail regarding his well wishes, and perhaps about his adventures in the jungle! Accepting the envelope as well, he placed it between two of the boxes where it would sit comfortable and unwrinkled. "I will deliver it to them along with your gifts." Shifting in the doorway to better support all of these parcels, the android peered up at the undead man. "You are very welcome. Thank you for dropping by and giving them these gifts. They will enjoy hearing from you, I am sure."

    As for watching them? Marvin straightened up his pose dutifully. "I will keep a careful watch over them for you, and keep them safe. They will be alright until you come in December, Mortis. I'll make sure of it." There was a smile of his own in his voice, a bit brighter than Mortis' own. He rather liked being responsible like this.


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    Re: Feliz Día de Los Muertos

    Post by Mortis on Wed Nov 23, 2016 3:42 am

    Of course, Mortis would not expect the robot to know anything of the relationship shared between two brothers. Even if said brothers were more coworkers dragged into the same mess of a judicial system instead of biological siblings. Still, there was a bond that was shared, despite the changes that occurred between the two ex-Dark Judges.

    "Yesss, but I believe it wass well worth the effort." He gladly hissed, the amount of vibrant color in the flowers spoke for themselves. Mortis' bleached skull tilted slightly from under the shade of his hat as Marvin went on. He thought maybe the memory would serve to be enough for them and that was why they did not take anything home with them. "Maybe ssso, Marvin. I merely hope it remindsss them of better timesss, or at leassst bringsss them a sssmile for a ssmall while." He replied, looking from the robot to the gifts he now held. Mortis knew that at least his brother and Livewire were likely enjoying their time as humans immensely, but all the same, misfortune cared not what state someone was in, or how much they were trying to enjoy themselves.

    If they were going through hardship, the ghoul did not want to contribute to it if he could manage.

    He gave a small nod at Marvin's word of thanks, confident that his gifts would reach them safely -if the way Marin handled the bouquet was any evidence at all. Although it appeared the robot was confused about the burlap sack, namely the salt around the twine that kept it tied shut. "Oh, no. The sssalt isss to keep out any malignant energiesss, it isss a precaution you sssee. I can ussse the incenssse to drive the energy out, but it could return ssshould it remain around me long enough. Sssilver helpsss ass well, but I could not fathom how to find it in a form that could be usssed to wrap the giftss." Mortis explained, returning eye-socket contact with the robot's single blue optic. The flowers would apparently be distributed around the house and add some color to their home.

    An approving hum rumbled from the undead's skeletal snout as he stood hunched on the porch. Although he could not read the thoughts within the silicone chips and silver circuitry of Marvin's brain, he could tell that the robot was listening and recording his message down attentively to be given later along with his letter to the three of them. Though he had written to the family each week he had been down in the jungles, the robot seemed confident that they would be happy to hear from him. After all, the letters had been the only way they had been able to know he was well while he was unable to see them for the span of months he remained apart from them.

    But even so, there was such a thing as being smothering... Hopefully he did not write too much to the three. He did not want them to worry or think him to be clingy or weak-willed. Then again, given he was developing a deep mental bond with two undead horses of all things while he waited for it to be safe to see his brother and his family again... Perhaps he was. But Angemort and Samhain kept the silence away and distracted him from the dead static that lingered where his link between him and Fear once was. They made it easier to cope where Woolie's antics failed. When this was over he would have to find a way to thank them.

    His inner thoughts were suddenly swiped away with Marvin's artificial voice piping up. He would make sure they were okay come December, the droid said. He even seemed rather proud to be tasked with the responsibility. "Thank you, Marvin." The undead replied, at least he knew they would enjoy the gifts. With that said, the ghoul stepped off the porch, his first movement of distance between the house and himself. "...I mussst be leaving now. Farewell Marvin, until the Holiday. I wisssh you and my brother'sss family well." He rasped in farewell, one of his skeletal arms giving a stiff wave goodbye before he turned and shambled back to his horse. Though there was no difference his stride, the ghoul could not help but feel as if his feet were being weighed down by something, an unseen force that made his toes drag on the smooth concrete and willed him to remain there for a moment longer.

    No, he denied it, staying would only bring danger to their house. Foul shades, corrupting auras, and ill energies would befall them. The image of what his brother had to endure last winter served as a potent, chilling reminder and bid him to swiftly hop into Samhain's waiting saddle.

    Come, Sssamhain, it isss time we depart. The undead silently relayed to his steed, a mental urging that would be unseen and unheard by the robot who stood in the doorway of Kev's house. He gave one more wave of a clawed hand, before he took up the grinning mare's reins.

    As if on cue, the towering ever-rotting beast puffed and turned with a clatter of iron-shod hooves upon pavement, sparking flying from beneath her feet as she lurched into a gallop. A familiar, unnatural mist began to rise soon after as she raced down the road, growing thick and impenetrable as it swallowed both horse and rider, the sound of their departure echoed for a few brief moments and then fell silent. The only sounds to be heard as the mist began to clear was the distant sounds of traffic as people went about their business, and the hushed far-off chatter of a few neighbors that echoed between the houses a few streets over.

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