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    This Is Fine

    Post by Mortis on Sun Jun 04, 2017 3:00 pm

    Time: Noon
    Date: June 4, 0008

    Samahin had been so eager she did not bother emerging from the ether at their usual exit point. She had bypassed the Outer District, and thundered through the hazy bleak shadow-scape deeper into the metropolis. Past the businesses and restaurants, past the penitentiary, her hooves drummed in silence upon the misty grey ground as the city rushed by before her passengers’ eyes.

    She leaped over the ugly stains that remained of horrors and calamities past, and promptly trumpeted a warning at any shade that thought to try and meet her pace. It was enough, for even though the mare retained her host in the realm between the living and the dead, she hardly looked like her usual self. Here, she was a beast of carnage and wrath, with eyes that burned with blinding fire. Her form predicted doom to any that dared to meet her in this plane. Of course, the mare herself liked to embellish how she actually looked. When she emerged at their exit point, the mist opened into a lush, green space. Bushes flanked her shoulders as she leaped down from the ghostly ruin the belonged to a time when a god came to impose his wrath upon the metropolis.

    As the world filled with color once again, the spikes upon her shoes dug into fertile ground, and the washed out grey-scape turned into a well kept garden. She puffed as she stepped away from the unnatural mist that followed her, the stub of her ear flicked towards their surroundings. A small pond sat still and serene, behind it a hedge of dense bushes grew in a kept wall that blocked out most of the view, and the sound of the central park. Colorful flowers grew in meticulously picked and planned arrangements of reds, yellows, and purples. Whatever this part of the immense man-made garden was, it was very quiet. Or perhaps they came at a slow point during the day?

    Either way, the only immediate life here to be found were the bees as the buzzed from flower to flower. Her intact ear flicked in the direction of far off activity; people walking, and talking, and living.

    ”Sssss...” Mortis’ attention, however, was on the garden. ”Thiss ssseemss like a nice place to sstart, don’t you think, Sssamhain?” He opined softly, his grip upon the reins and tight as his nerves were strung.

    They were very strung, and so his grip was incredibly tight, perhaps a little too tight.

    The mare flicked her intact ear back towards her rider, and let out a huff that denoted distaste in their surroundings.

    This will not do, if life is what you fear, you should be around that. You see a garden every day at home.

    A pensive hiss escaped the sheep-skull headed superfiend, and quickly replied as he noticed her think to step towards a more populated area of the park.

    On the contrary!” He blurted out, perhaps a little too loudly as he tried to distract the massive undead animal. ”I... I may sssee a garden every day, but I do not... ah, I do not hear people moving around, or hear their thoughtsss. That... That isss why thisss isss a better place.”

    There was another loud puff from the mare, and she looked between the quiet pond and the distant sounds of visitors wandering around the more open park areas. The stub of her other ear wiggled and twisted this way and that, before both her ear and the stump flicked aside in a way that nearly made them look like a set of broken devil horns.

    He quickly learned that was her peeved expression.

    That makes no sense, you hear people on the radio just as often.

    Master listened to the odd rhythmic noise he called ‘music’, he listened to people prattle about the weather and news, he even listened to the Milly Bays fellow shout about soap!

    ”It isss one thing to hear a broadcassst from miless away, Sssamhain, and quite another to be sssitting with them actually within viewing dissstance.” He hissed, fidgeting slightly in the saddle. ”From here I can can ssstill hear their thoughtsss, and I can sssenssse the life in their presssence.”

    Her ear and a half did not change from the very peeved angle they were slanted at, and within a moment the mare lurched forward with one punch-bowl sized hoof stepping towards the populated area of the park. Immediately Mortis tugged at the reins, trying his best to try and command the wayward horse to stop as he pulled and heaved as if his very un-life depended on it.

    ”Sssss! Sssss! Sssamhain! Sssamhain, pleassse, mercy!” He begged, ”Mercy, pleassse!”

    Both her ear and the stub pinned back against her neck as she continued forward. All of his pulling like she was a horse out of control looked nearly comical, as his “crazed steed” was moving along at a slow, steady lumber. She barely had come to meet the path that lead away from the quiet patch in the time that the undead was desperately tugging like a dog on a leash. Anxiety flooded his mind to the point where it threatened to trickle over their mental link. his thoughts brimmed with numerous warnings and threats in regard to being far too close to the living.

    It was here that she finally came to stop.

    Here, in perspective, was just outside the quiet garden. She could still hear the bees hopping from flower to flower. Far off, one could see people milling about. A father and his child played with a kite, and further away were a few people enjoying a picnic. There were joggers, power walkers, bicyclists, and those that simply wandered about to enjoy the open air. From here, they were a comfortable distance away, so comfortable that one could pretend to crush them like grapes between their fingers if they so desired to pass the time and they would be none the wiser.

    Mortis, however, was still heaving in his seat. His claws were set dead fast to the reins, which were pulled to the point where the black leather vibrated in his grip. His toes curled uncomfortably against the stirrups, stuck fast as his body went beyond rigor and turned stone stiff.

    ”sssSSSSSSSS!” He would have to be stuck here, with them, for three hours!

    This was worse than when he had to be Judge Zombie for a whole week over a lost bet. No, this was worse than the wine bottle!

    Samhain took note of the leather that was shivering uncontrollably just out of the corner of her eye socket, and she briskly turned her head around to give her master a sharp nip on his bony knee. She could sense Woolie rousing from her nap within her custom saddlebag. It was one thing for it to be just her and Mortis, but once the ewe woke up, there would be no calm between them.

    Master, they are nowhere near us, calm yourself. They look like insects!

    ”SSSS! SSS! SSSS!” Insects she said, oh if only!

    There was another huff, and she popped her weight off of one hoof to let it dangle lazily upon the grass. He could hiss all he wanted, she had no intention of moving from this very spot until he calmed down. She deflected the warnings of perhaps another corruption occurring, and pushed aside the anxiety from where it attempted to trickle over her end of the mental link. She could wait the whole three hours for him to settle down, she could sit here all day and night. But Samhain was not a completely merciless creature.

    She allowed him a reprieve, a soothing sensation though it was nowhere near as potent as it had been during their prior visit. While she let them get to work upon Mortis’ terror-addled state, she followed the movement of a particularly brightly colored pair of joggers. She could not rightfully tell if they were wearing clothing, or if that blinding neon print was actually their skin.

    ...Once you begin to just sit and look at them, they are not all that frightening. Look at those two over there, Master, they look completely ridiculous.

    The hissing steadily ebbed, until there was a very drawn out, albeit anxious response. ”Yesssss?”

    Yes, like that one over there,  he has a weird lump on his back. And his mane is coming out of the wrong side of his neck.

    Her ear flicked towards what looked to be an middle aged man wearing a backpack, dressed with khaki shorts and a brightly colored summer shirt. The ‘mane’ she described was a very full, long beard that stretched to his stomach.

    ”Ssss... Sssamhain... That... That isss a hiker. The lump iss hiss backpack.” He hissed, his speech was riddled with soft pops and cracks as his host began to relax. ”That isss hisss beard, the thing you sssee on the underssside of hiss neck.”

    A beard? But should it not be higher up?

    The undead gave a quick shrug as he rigidly relinquished his vice grip upon the reins. ”Sssometimesss they grow a little lower. We call thossse neckbeardsss.” He explained.

    The undead’s voice was still marked was obvious stress, but it was better than the loud hissing he had made earlier. His gaze turned itself around to look at the saddlebags, one of them was moving around as their cargo was starting to wake from an after-breakfast nap. Maybe it was time they looked for a bench to sit at.

    ”I... I am going to look for a place to sit while Woolie isss out.” He rasped, ”Could you pleassse let me down? I do not think I am able to dissmount in the ussual fasshion right now.”

    The mare kneeled at her owner’s request without question. She could tell he was far too shaken to leap down from her back even if he wanted to. His joints were too stiff and at best he would probably stick the landing only to stiffly fall face-first into the grass immediately after. Although that raised another question within the mare’s thoughts.

    Will you be able to walk?

    There was a chorus of pops and creaks from the undead’s host as he carefully swung his leg over Samhain’s back to stand on the ground. his skull looked to Woolie’s saddle bag, and then to the horse as he contemplated the question. So far he figured he could walk, he was not completely board-stiff.

    ”I can manage. Thank you, Sssamhain.” he rasped, and stiffly hobbled over to the saddle bag to retrieve the shorn ewe.

    Her wool was fresh enough to still retain its pitch black quality. While in the winter she looked like a tiny storm cloud, now she resembled a tiny, bleating void. Her walking harness and leash were already attached as she was plucked out of the bag and set on the grassy ground, which she immediately took an experimental nibble of before looking up at her Ma.

    This grass was good, but the real focus was the treat bag in the pocket of the towering undead’s overcoat. She remembered him packing it before she settled in for a nap on the air conditioning vent.

    ”Come along, Woolie, Sssamhain.” He coaxed as he lurched into a stiff, shambling pace. ”There mussst be a bench around here sssomewhere that iss not too clossse to the masssesss...”




    Mortis is roaming the less populated areas of the park looking for a bench, Samhain and Woolie are with him.
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    Re: This Is Fine

    Post by Livewire on Tue Jun 06, 2017 7:35 pm

    ”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH UNCLE MORTIS!”  And lo, a Livewire bursts through the various foliage of the part much like an excited freight train. Good luck.



    A few moments earlier…



    ”Heeeeere duckies. I’m not sure why I’m encouraging your reliance on others, but… oh well.” Another handful of Livewire’s ‘Very Good for Ducks’ mixture scattered across the ground, sending all sorts of dried mosses, seeds, and other various bits across the ground before dedicated bills snatched them up into greedy mouths.

    The femme sat herself on a bench towards the pond, optics watching the gathered group of avian pests. Her posture was a far cry from that of the bouncing, bubbly child she was once known as. Now, even while doing something as simple as ducks, Livewire couldn’t manage to muster the energy that this activity used to inspire within her. She’d been thinking, rather heavily in fact, after a certain incident just a few days prior. She had only wanted to attend the Sanctuary with Kev. For a few minutes at most everything had been going fine. She had visited with friends that hadn’t stopped by in a while, she had spent some good time with her smaller caretaker, and it was fine. It was a perfectly ordinary visit to the Sanctuary, until that woman had made an appearance. Then things had…not been so fine after that.  To the femme, she wasn’t even entirely sure what had happened. Looking back, it was obvious that this new woman, this Diana was not-

    Well, she wasn’t who Livewire had thought her at first.

    But that would do nothing to protect Diana’s safety, should their paths cross again. The femme let a slight gust of air leave the vents against the sides of her throat in an imitation of a sigh, carelessly throwing the remainder of the bag of Duck Feed to the delighted birds. The child stood from her perch upon the stool and, after a nit-picking straightening of her sweater, turned to walk away from the pond. This issue was more than some simple ducks could solve.  The child moved on and shook her head in a useless effort to rid her mind of the thoughts. Perhaps she should just go home, away from the park. There was always the chance that Diana could show up here, so maybe it was best if she just stayed home-

    Wow that sure smelled a lot like an intense source of decay

    The child’s head snapped around as her olfactory sensors caught that rather distinct aroma. Her sensors lit up the world around her like a rave party, outlining all the surrounding objects, going further and further until there he was.  It would be hard to mistake the small sheep and the massive undead horse as indicators for the arrival of anyone else, even if the massive equine was currently in Livewire’s line of sight. Without even pausing to think Livewire dashed off, ducks and all thoughts of before forgotten. She did not bother to waste time with why or how he was here. In all honesty Livewire could not bring herself to care. What she did care about, though, was that apparently her uncle had decided to visit the park just when she had. She planned to take full advantage of this.



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    ”Uncle Mortis Uncle Mortis! You’re here why are you here-“ The tiny sweater-clad femme pulled herself from the unfortunate shrub she had crashed through in her hurry, eyes bright and face smiling with the enthusiasm she had ruminating on so intently only moments before. ”-wait no that doesn’t matter because you’re HERE and I missed you!”  Finally shaking off the last of the clinging twigs, Livewire nearly vibrated with excitement as she stood a respectful distance away from Samhain. She had her arms extended upwards towards the sky as if trying to expand her body to better contain the influx of energy it had just received.

    ”Hi!”
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    Re: This Is Fine

    Post by Mortis on Tue Jun 06, 2017 10:14 pm

    Heavy hooves clapped on the grass, just out of synch with nervous -though quiet- hissing. Woolie happily paced alongside her Ma, idly stopping to take a nibble of grass every so often as they walked along. Mortis’ skull swiveled to either side as he searched for a place to sit. The sounds of people walking, talking, living, while distant, were enough to make his perception begin to lose focus.

    There was so much life, so much sentient life.

    Anxiety clouded his thoughts like mist. The undead’s clawed feet gragged upon the ground and caught themselves upon the lush blades of grass. His thoughts swam as if they were afloat upon a choppy, dizzying sea, and for a moment the undead was caught between wondering if he was beginning to grow blind from the sensation, or if the grassy open areas were supposed to constrict and blur as if he was trying to view the world through a narrow pinhole. Something nudged his hand, and he heard a soft nicker in the edges of his senses.

    Would you like to lean against me for a moment? We do not have to keep walking, Master.

    The undead’s skull swiveled in the direction of the towering undead mare that stood obediently next to him. Her leathery nose was resting just beneath his palm, pushing it up as if giving him something to use to balance himself. He moved his hand to rest upon the undead animal’s shoulder, giving the ivory blade of the horse’s exposed scapula a found pat.

    ”I would rather find a bench, but... But I sssuppossse it would be right to ressst for a moment.” He replied, it was not like anyone would willingly come bounding up to two terrifying undead monstrosities.

    ”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH UNCLE MORTIS!”

    No sooner had he thought to pause, all three of them quickly turned in the direction of a blur of bright yellow that came exploding out of what used to be a bush. Samhain puffed and drew her head up, her intact ear swiveling in the direction of the very noisy disturbance as she stepped between it and her Master to form a wall of rotting flesh and bone.

    The superfiend himself stepped back reflexively, his grip firming upon Woolie’s leash. How did this person sneak up on him? How did he not notice them being so close by? How did they know his name--? Wait a moment...

    Uncle Mortis.

    ”...Livewire?” Mortis rasped, connecting the pieces of this vibrant, enthusiastic puzzle.

    The horse seemed to catch on as well, her intact ear remained upon the girl while the stb of the other one flicked to the side questioningly.

    The Metal Girl, I thought you said she was in the grasslands with Master Fear and Kev?

    Admittedly he had thought so too the last he remembered, but here she was. Perhaps they came back after the month of May had concluded? Or maybe she had come to visit the city for a little while? He looked around from behind the mare’s chest at the cybertronian as she pulled the sticks and brambles from her sweater. For a moment, all the life within the city was the furthest thing from his mind. His mind still swam with anxiety, but the sickening, bobbing feeling felt more like an uncomfortable sensation in the back of his mind.

    Though he could not sense her emotions or thoughts, he could see from her expression the excitement that nearly shook her plating. She wondered why he was here and in the same breath she decided it did not matter.

    She... She was not upset that he had been unable to see her for so long? Admittedly he had thought that perhaps she would have been upset, maybe even bitter in regards to only being in contact with him through letters. Instead here she was, and so excited to see him again that she looked about ready to explode from joy.

    Despite the mixed emotions and thoughts that swam in his already labored mind, it felt really good to find someone familiar in this overwhelming metropolis. He gave a parting glance to Samhain, relaying an allowance to let the taxi-yellow girl close. She was fine, Samhain did not need to worry about her at all. He did not need to worry about her possibly bieng corrupted either

    ”Livewire!” He greeted exuberantly, stepping from around the horse, with Woolie skipping along behind him as she kept up with his lengthy strides- the leash was still in his hand. ”Livewire, how have you been? Come here, give usss a hug!”

    He bent down with a sharp creak to her level, his skeletal arms warp around her in a snug embrace. It was awkward given how tall he was compared to the child, but it was filled with love nonetheless, "I misssed you, I misssed you ssso much...” The undead tilted his snout to the side and gave a peck of a kiss on her forehead before pulling away to look her in her cerulean optics. ”What are you doing out here? I thought you were ssstaying with Fear and Kev out at the cottage?”

    Oh, what did it matter? She was here and she was so happy and he was so happy to find someone familiar.

    He gave her another squeeze, his snout sitting on her shoulder to keep from accidentally poking her in the face. ”I’m sssorry... I’m ssso sssorry I ssstayed away for ssso long...”

    She may have seen him as a great uncle, but for a number of reasons, the undead failed to feel like it.
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    Re: This Is Fine

    Post by Livewire on Thu Jun 15, 2017 7:48 pm

    As little bits of foliage stubbornly stuck to her form, the femme’s optics quickly analyzed the scene before her. Mortis, Samhain, Wooly. Wooly on a leash, Samhain acting as a wall of very dangerous rotting carcass, and Mortis apparently……..hiding behind?  Well that was a bit out of character, right there….

    She was going to file that away, for analysis later on.

    She stood there, arms still held straight up into the air as a jubilant smile took her features. The child watched the situation, mind going back and forth along the previous observation of Mortis’s odd positioning. Why would he bring everyone here, only to hide in the garden? Aside from the femme there was no one else around that she could see.  She didn’t have the answer to that line of thought and, thanks to Mortis’s greeting of her, she abandoned it to later analysis. ”Uncle Mortis!”  The child loped forward, eagerly meeting her very awkwardly-tall uncle for an embrace. Used to hugging Fear, Livewire had no issue with automatically adjusting her force so that she wouldn’t end up crushing any bones. The moment that she hugged him, and he hugged her, Livewire couldn’t help the happy squeak that escaped her. Honestly, Mortis had been one of the last people Livewire had expected to see as she came out here to contemplate the almost-incident with that new woman, Diana. But even unexpected, this was a very much appreciated surprise.

    The metal helm nuzzled carefully against Mortis as the smile refused to leave her face. ”I missed you, too! I didn’t know you were in the city, you should, you should uh-“  Oh, he’s still talking. Whoops. ”Oh, um…hm.” The child shrugged slightly, perfectly content to let the embrace continue. ”Something unsavory happened here, a little while ago, so I was coming out to feed the ducks and think about it.” Another little shrug followed that statement up as she looked at him, big blue optics wide and bright with her excitement even as she recounted her reasoning. The femme smiled as her optic covers pinched down into a happy squint learned from her more scaly guardian. At the squeeze, Livewire’s smile only widened.

    …though she wasn’t expecting him to sound so…regretful? Was that regret?  The child’s smile was exchanged for a more serious, concerned expression. Her grip on her uncle tightened a bit as she thought this over. He was sorry that he stayed away? That just…why would he be sorry for that, of all things?

    ”I forgive you. But, I don’t think you need to be sorry. You had um…you had stuff, that you had to do. It’s okay to take time off for yourself, you know.  And! And you still kept in contact with me! And that was really cool.”  The smile came back a bit at the end of that statement before she gave her SheepUncle another affectionate squeeze.  ”I’m just happy that you’re back again.”
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    Re: This Is Fine

    Post by Mortis on Thu Jun 29, 2017 9:22 pm

    It was not exactly everyone, and more akin to being half of the undead’s companions as they were short one Angemort and one Omber. Though the towering undead horse, Samhain , was imposing and in her own right, the undead steed made no move towards Livewire, instead remaining as a wall between the both of them and nothing more. The horse’s instructions were to act as a physical barrier and ensure that the living kept their distance through her presence alone. There was no intent to attack, maim, or harm anyone in that park.

    Beside that point there was likely going to be much that seemed out of the norm for the towering once-imposing undead. Whether she wished to come to her own conclusion or simply ask what was going on, was her decision- albeit unknown to the ghoul. Though the former would be expected, as it tended to be the go-to choice for nearly everyone he interacted with.

    He still lacked the ability to sense or read the electronic thoughts of robotic beings, their inner processes forever an enigma.

    The hug had been returned, along with a happy sound from the girl. Metal rubbed carefully against cloth, and it seemed the femme was surprised as well to find him in the city. Though her reasoning to come out here was to feed the ducks and think about something that had happened. Though from the way she looked up at him, she did not seem all that interested in talking about it.

    Regardless, the undead was not one to pry into matters that were not his business. Likely Kev and Fear had already handled what she had been going through already, if they were not helping her through it currently. She was their child, and given he was out of the loop with most matters, it would do more harm than good to get involved and possibly undo her guardians’ work by mistake.

    That aside, it seemed she was not upset that he had not been around for nearly a year, she believed it was fine that he was away, even. She was just happy to see him.

    ”Thank you.” He rasped, ”I had worried my abssence would be difficult, but I am glad that thisss isss not the casse.”

    He paused for a moment to pull a few off bits of clinging foliage from the back of her clothing, flicking them from his claws with a dry click. He gave Livewire a gentle pat on the back soon after, and pulled away from the embrace to stand to his full height.

    ”How have you been?” It seemed redundant to ask with all their communication through letters, but he felt it to be the thing to say.
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    Re: This Is Fine

    Post by Livewire on Mon Jul 31, 2017 10:12 pm

    Livewire couldn’t help the happy feeling in her chest as she held onto Mortis. She didn’t know exactly why he was gone, didn’t know what it was he needed to find out there in the world, but she was still glad that he was there. She squeezed at him and held her arms out as she was preened. Her mind went to another time, a darker time, where the very same guardian that killed who she was spent a few moments cleaning off who was left behind after that golden gun fired. She looked at Mortis, eyes bright and shining as a part of her took pleasure in the connection.

    She tilted her head to the side, watching Mortis with a confused frown. ”Of course it was hard! I love you, and I missed you.” Contrary to what her statement might be taken as, Livewire offered up another smile before reaching forward to gently take hold of one of Mortis’s great big hands. ”But you’re going to have to come visit a LOT, you know. To make up for the missing! And you can tell me all of the stuff that letters weren’t good for telling! And I can do the same!” She offered up a squeeze as her other arm started to swing with the femme’s rising energy levels. Rising from happiness, of course.

    The child looked up at her uncle and began to talk animatedly. ”I’ve been weird! There’s new people lately, and I met this guy named Jim who I’ve heard is a jerk but just seemed kinda lame. And I’ve been doing more research into architecture and I think I’ll be ready soon to get out construction drawings for building the hotel!” She twisted her arm a bit and looked up at Samhain, grinning to the undead steed before continuing on in her energetic chatter.

    ”Oh! And I found a family of raccoons near the house! I think they must be really brave raccoons because we have a lot of dogs, you remember all of our dogs yeah? Well sometimes I think that Penny might sneak out and eat birds or something because she just seems really confident in her viciousness. But that’s okay! She’s the fluffiest ever so she deserves it. She’s great, you should come by! I bet she and everyone else miss you too. Oh man and I found this den of snakes, like with all the little baby snakes! It was so cool they were so little but they were also like, weird? Like they were hissing like adult snakes and I think they might grow wings? It was cool! I wanted to keep one but then I don’t know anything about them and they might hurt the other animals, so I just moved them further away.”

    The entire time she spoke, Livewire’s arm swung companionably side to side as she looked up at Mortis. Even though she started off this saying that his absence was hard, there was no trace of resentment. Just pure, unfiltered pleasure and satisfaction at his return.

    ”And I should come visit you! Yeah! Like a lot. I can help out with the garden again! That was fun, right? Would that be okay?”
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    Re: This Is Fine

    Post by Mortis on Wed Aug 09, 2017 11:02 pm

    Green debris was plucked out of her clothing, though Mortis saw it more as simply cleaning off the girl from her surroundings than a revisit to any dark memory. It was fortunate then, that the undead did not know the thoughts in her cybernetic head. For that darker time for her had also been one of a number of different darker times for him. Albeit darker in different ways. Yet, as Livewire’s thoughts were secret to him, so too were Mortis’ thoughts secret to her. It was for the best that it stayed that way.

    His neice’s face turned to a frown, and the undead followed as her head tilted to the side. Oh, so it was difficult then? Though the flesh that remained within him was nothing more than pitch black strands of rotting viscera, Mortis felt his heart sink with the sentiment.

    ”I... I sssee. My apologiesss, Livewire.” He rasped, ”I had not meant to--”

    The undead’s apology was cut off as the femme grasped one of his clawed hands and smiled. Though it was nothing new, the way he dwarfed her smaller digits never ceased to take the towering undead off guard. Not long after, his gaze flicked back to the femme’s wide grin. Even with her admittance that it was hard with him being gone, she seemed to still be excited to see him, and it kept growing from what he could discern from her tone and movements. His already rigid host tensed at the one request she had made of him, however. She wanted him to visit? That either would mean going to the cottage or visiting the city’s residential district. Could he deal with the presence of mortals, likely neighbors and passers-by? In time, he could. But there was one presence he still was uncertain of.

    ”Visssit?” Mortis rasped uncertainly, ”I do not know if I could. Ssspending too much time around my aura may endanger Kev. It could cling to your home. Maybe... Maybe I could bring you to vissit me inssstead? I could bring Sssamhain for the longer tripsss from the city, and Angemort can carry usss both when it iss jusst from the cottage to my farm.”

    It was one option he could offer, or at least an option that could possibly satisfy Livewire’s request without possibly harming or endangering her guardian and his household. As for the change in which horse would be transporting them both? Unfortunately, though Mortis absolutely adored both Samhain and Angemort, he realized that Samhain was a very intimidating mare. How exactly was Angemort less terrifying than her sister, he would never know. Perhaps it would remain that way for as long as he existed on this planet. He personally figured that Samhain would be more appealing since she still retained most of her face.

    Alas, such details were of little importance at the moment, Livewire was updating him on current events! The undead listened intently, though he could not help but chuckle slightly at the mention of her being weird. New people came, and she had met someone named Jim. On a more interesting note, she was getting ready to work on a hotel. Wait a moment, a hotel? At that he had himself a double take, hissing curiously.

    ”I had not realized you were going into conssstruction, Livewire... or the hotel bussinesss for that matter. You certainly have been a busssy little bee while I wasss gone.” His free hand rose to gently tap her on the nose with a talon. Though he was fine with whatever the femme decided to pursue, he admittedly was taken off guard; he did not see her as the business type.

    But, it would be interesting to see where this all went.

    Aside from that, the rest of her report was on the local wildlife. Raccoons moved in near the house, one of the dogs had taken a liking to dining on birds and other small critters, and a bunch of snakes that had to be moved away from the rest of the animals.

    ”It ssseemsss you have all sssortsss of thingss going on at your home. Hopefully the raccoonsss ssstay out of the trasssh.” He paused as the femme went on, her arm swinging about excitedly. Though when she mentioned coming to visit him and help with the garden, an idea sprung to mind. ”I have a better idea, if you would be interesssted. My home tendsss to be attractive to many sssupernatural entitiesss that linger in the woodsss. Maybe we could do sssome obssserving?”

    Livewire enjoyed wildlife, maybe she was open to seeing some of the less natural creatures that inhabited the wilderness? They could see skin walkers, owl witches , maybe they would even see some faeries if the weather permitted. For now it was too warm for any of the really dangerous entities to come roaming about. He had not seen a single sign of the wendigo that had been tracking him since the grasslands had thawed out.
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    Re: This Is Fine

    Post by Livewire on Thu Aug 31, 2017 10:24 pm

    Oh, silly Mortis. As if it would be so easy to throw off the child’s affections.  Small metal hands held onto his own. His apology was easily brushed aside by the child for, in her eyes, he had nothing to apologize for. Of course he had been away and she had missed her uncle terribly. And yes, this was still the femme who typically responded to abandonment by either shutting down or with violence. Even so, she could not bring herself to be angry with Mortis.

    She understood better than some that, sometimes, you just needed a little time. Just to keep away, to regroup. To hide away from some mess or another that you made because it hurt too much to face it directly just then. She didn’t know why he left. She likely would not ask. She still liked to think that she understood, if only a little.

    At his response to her demand, Livewire grinned. Her optics squinted at the sides in a smile more typically seen on a scaly, mouthless face. ”Okay. I’d really like to visit you! We can play with Woolie, and tend to the garden, and you can tell me more about your travels! Well, I know that you told me all about them in your letters, but surely there’s some stuff that’s better said than written, right? Or we can talk about other stuff! You know, just, get a lot of talking done! Or not talking if you’d rather not! Just, time. I’d like to spend time with you. I’m really really glad that you sent your letters, it was always fun!  But I’m even more glad that you’re back, and we should have a tea party.”  

    She smiled in that same brightness. The tiny metal thing practically radiated happiness at the thought of quality Uncle-Niece time. It was long overdue, after all.

    The child nodded at his comment about the construction. ”It’ll be for cats! A hotel for cats, domestic and feral. Just a safe place for them that’s warm and dry, especially during the winter.” It was a shame that Livewire was as of yet unaware of any cat-themed deities on the breach. She likely would have qualified for special favors without even trying at this point. She giggled as her nose was poked, still a pouring fountain of joyful expressions.

    The child blinked and looked at her uncle as she considered the raccoons. ”Probably! We put rocks on the trashcan lids. So either it’s working, or the raccoons are just very neat and tidy! Either is good!”  At the proposal to come and watch supernatural creatures, Livewire felt as if she might explode. ”Yes! Yes that sounds really cool! Oh, oh I can bring the book that Fear gave me! He gave me a guide, all about supernatural entities and spirits and OH BOY that’ll be so cool! Yes we should do that we can do that soon, right? How about really soon! Yeah!” And just like that, the child was hooked. Time to see some neat-o supernatural creatures while spending bonding time with her neat-o-er supernatural uncle? Count her in!
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    Re: This Is Fine

    Post by Mortis on Thu Sep 07, 2017 9:59 pm

    Well, he knew that he did not abandon her in the sense that he left her completely alone with no contact in any possible form. He had sent photos, letters, trophies from his confrontations with terrifying adversaries; and on important days of the year he had sent Livewire and her family a pile of -hopefully- thoughtful gifts. But the way he had been absent, a physical absence, had been stressed before to be just as neglectful. Therein, was it so odd to eventually consider that perhaps he was a neglectful uncle for it, regardless of his effort to stay in touch over the long distance between them? It was a means of showing he cared, but perhaps to the recipients, it simply was not enough. So was when he tended to mull over upon many a day, whether it was in the grasslands, at a far off shack siting on the edge of an isolated lake, or visiting the deep jungles of the southern continent.

    Yet, as Livewire chattered on in her energetic way, she expressed that the letters were appreciated in some sense. She knew what he had been up to, where he had gone, and where he was going next. But they, as he predicted and to a lesser extent feared, were not enough. But, again, she was not upset. She just wanted to spend time.

    Admittedly it was an incredibly rare occurrence that anyone requested to spend time with him, just spend time. She had to be the first to, well, to ask him first. His brother usually just dropped by out of the blue once in a blue moon, and he had only asked to have someone over to his home one time out of the past year. The undead’s ovine skull tilted slightly with a thoughtful hiss. This was going to be just as alien as that one time he had afternoon tea with the Avatar, he figured. He was too preoccupied being glad she was still happy to linger upon that thought for very long however. It was set aside to consider later as he considered her request.

    ”We can talk if you wisssh. I usssually jussst talk to my animalsss, it could be nice to open my sssocial circle a little...” Mortis rasped in reply.

    Next to him, the undead heard a soft nicker and a set of large, yellowed teeth nibbled and pulled gently at the shoulder of his black overcoat from behind mummified lips. Samhain had come over while his attention was distracted from his surroundings, and leaned her head down to obtain it. Her single intact ear pricked towards both the undead superfiend and the yellow femme, before swiveling to the nearby path.

    We should start moving, Master. I see a group of people coming towards us.

    Mentally, the undead hummed curiously as he regarded the towering undead steed. The average person barely reached past her chest, they should be terrified at the thought of coming within a quarter mile at the sight of his war horse....Do they not sssee you, mon desstrier?

    They are distracted, Master. They are looking at weird thin bricks instead of where they are walking.

    Thin bricks? The undead swept a brief scan towards the aforementioned path. There were indeed mortals wandering their way, and their thoughts were distracted with the devices in their hands. Ah, Samhain meant their phones. He let a arm curl itself under and over the undead steed’s long face, giving the exposed bone of her snout a fond pat as she rested it against his shoulder. Woolie, who had taken to grazing the park grass throughout the conversation between her Ma and Livewire, picked her head up to chew thoughtfully in the trio’s direction at the hollow sound of his hand gently clapping against bone.

    I sssee. Good girl, Sssammy, thank you for alerting me. There isss no harm in getting up and moving along. It isss ssstrange to be kneeling the middle of the park anyhow. Mortis replied across their link, before adding; How do you feel about posssibly letting my niece ride on your back?

    The mare’s ear and a half flicked to either side, puzzling out the request. It did not take long for her to answer once she figured out that ‘niece’ equated to ‘Livewire’:

    The Metal Girl? I do not see why not, Master. I approve of her.

    Samhain was a strong, dutiful steed. Though Livewire was heavy to the point of impossible to pick up for most mortals, she would be but a feather upon the undead steed’s supernaturally strong back. From start to polite thank-you finish, the mental relay between undead man and undead beast lasted but a few seconds- breif enough that the undead failed to miss a beat or a word of his conversation with Livewire.

    A hotel for cats, a cotel. Hotel Felidae, even. This was what the ever ambitious Livewire had in the works. ”A very noble pursssuit, Livewire. I am sssure the local catsss will appreciate it.” He released Samhain’s nose in favor of grasping his bony knee as he rose to his feet with a pop and a crackle of his ancient joints. ”Come,  We can ssspeak more of it assss we walk... Or, if you would like a resst, Sssamhain would be glad to let you ride on her back if you wisssh. Ssshe sssaid sso herssself.”

    It was a polite offer, the superfiend’s clawed hand gesturing with an open palm to the empty saddle that sat a good eight feet off the ground, his other remained grasped in Livewire’s tiny fingers. But, what child would refuse the opportunity to be taller than an adult, if only temporarily? Not to mention a child that he presumed walked all the way from the grasslands to the city park on her own. Her metal-clad boots might be tired from pounding the pavement. Woolie upon sensing the shift in energy from sitting and talking to walking, quickly chewed the rest of her latest mouthful, swallowing before returning to her place at Mortis’ heel. Samhain’s spiky, iron-shod hooves plodded heavily upon the grass as she followed Mortis, sending minute tremors through the ground immediately surrounding her hooves with every step.

    The raccoons either did not make it into the trash, or were good about picking up after themselves after raiding it. ”I would sssooner believe the former.” Mortis commented after a brief moment of thought.

    There was no such thing as a tidy raccoon, unless it was a skin-walker. Speaking of them however, his niece seemed excited to watch for the things that bumped in the night around her uncle’s farm. She even had a field guide to identify them all that his brother gave her. His head tilted quizzically down at her.

    ”A guide? I wass not aware that sssuch booksss were printed here.” He replied, mildly surprised. At her eager suggestion, or perhaps demand to go watch supernatural entities soon, the undead tapped a talon to his chin as he considered it. Before long, he acted as the grounded personality to her nearly-about-to-take-flight excited one; ”Well... Methinksss you ssshould assk your guardiansss firssst if they would be open to it. Asss you are their charge, they would be the onesss to decide the evening that would work bessst. I have nothing really planned until next month, so it mattersss little to me what day they choossse.”

    The worst that could happen is Woolie goes to bed an hour later than usual, but that said...

    ”If they do allow it, we would ssstay within the fence for your sssafety. In fact, there isss a window in the barn loft that pointsss out towardsss the treesss. We could obssserve from there.” The undead was already plotting how it would go if his brother and Kev let her come over for the evening; barring Ombre fluffing up and having a small hissy fit over having to share his roost for a night, things should run smoothly.

    Samhain and Angemort would keep an eye on the ground, and from their vantage in the barn, Mortis had the perfect place to cut down any interlopers that got a little too bold for his liking- or decided they did not like being watched- with his trusty shotgun.

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