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Happy Anniversary everyone! Here's to another great year of fun and exciting stories!!

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The Fox • 6 months ago

( So Malemi was planning to give Char a calling stone like he did with Lewis all the way back when he first made his debut, but since the moment passed, He'll just wait till another time. In the meantime, I finally put a cap on my end of Dinnertime Dudes. )

Charricthran gave a lazy two-finger salute and a smile.

"Sometime, sure! Take care, both o' ya," he said with a nod to both Lewis and Malemi in turn.

With that, he drifted downward and into darkness, wings pulled from within and shaped like molten glass as he darted through the evening air.

It was easier for his thoughts to be quiet, being this small. The wind under his wings, ruffling his feathers, was enough for now.

He had time to figure everything else out.

--

Malemi turned round to pay Charricthran's nod with a wave and watched him leave with an easy smile.

After he left, the cat crept up and gave the floor a curious sniff, hovering over where he stood for awhile before taking his attention elsewhere. Before he left the kitchen though, he stood for a moment, quiet and thoughtful, and whispered.

" Vinxa... "

His fur tickled with the power of the word, whispered though it was. Vinxa...meaning 'Thanks You', or so seemed to be the idea. He didn't know how he knew, but something in its brief use around him made it clear its meaning, and to speak it left him with a bubbling pleasure.

The Cat-Beast smiled to himself before slipping away into that flat and upstairs, where he settled himself besides Weir's bed and stretched out his full length. There he yawned and rumbled to himself before falling to sleep, replaying the images from the night and coloring his dreams in the faces of friends.

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The Fox  The Fox • 6 months ago

( Tairais )

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The Fox • 6 months ago • edited

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Honk HONK! A good Boy comes your way!! )

Lewis chuckled, a fond smile on his face.

"I'm certain that's true."

He paused, a matter of concern arising in his mind.

"My only request--and it pains me to have to make it--is that the two of you avoid...how shall I put this?...being overly indiscreet. A back-alley brawl is nothing unusual. And people who frequent such places do disappear from time to time.

"But a chase through Hyde Park in full view of police?"

He shook his head, then fixed the Host with a gaze both deadly serious and subtly pleading.

"Please keep Ned from such a foolish and compromising scenario, Callum. He is kin. It would devastate me, were he imprisoned or--God forbid!--hanged.

"Not to mention the Peelers would be beating down my door next," he added after a moment. Followed by the Society's, by mere dint of my association with it. I'll not endanger Helen nor Hela nor anyone else there.

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" You're telling me that. "

The host snorted, irritated by the statement. He leaned back, head cocked back.

" If you didn't want us making trouble, you shouldn't have put us together. I've no concern for what I do, I don't have to. "

He sighed, then stepped back.

" Since you mentioned it though, I'll do my best. You might want to consider telling your kin the same. I can't help a situation if he's the one starting it. "

A pause, then a smirk.

" It'll make for good fun at least. See how long we can keep a night from blowing up. "

Callum laughed to himself then turned and pocketed his hands.

" So, what's up ahead? "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago

"I have," replied Lewis when the Host suggested telling Ned the same.

Callum mentioned a night blowing up.

Weir made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a scoff.

"I appreciate any restraint on both your parts."

As to what lay before them, Lewis answered, "Oh, that's the bear pit. They have feedings for the public to watch from time to time, though I don't know when the next one is scheduled. They put some meat on a long stake, and the bears climb up that rough-hewn pole to get it."

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" Really? "

Callum couged up a throaty chuckle.

" Now this I've got to see! "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago • edited

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Lewis and Callum strode over to the place in question.

A crowd had already begun congregating there.

In the distance, a church bell tolled out the hour.

Punctual as ever, a man with a handlebar mustache approached with a waxed bag and a sizable, pointed stick.

He explained with some panache to all gathered here that they were in for a treat, then withdrew a cut of meat from the sack and placed it on the stake.

This done, he called a bear by name as he hoisted the stick horizontally.

Sure enough, a brown-furred bear climbed up the post and snapped up the dangling meat with its jaws.

The man repeated the exercise, calling a different name, and a smaller, darker bear soon climbed the pole.

"Up, up, Edith--you can get it!" encouraged the mustached man as he lifted the meat higher.

"Edith" was apparently a better--or perhaps simply lighter--climber than the first bear, and had soon reached the top of the post, which terminated in a spherical shape. She gripped its surface with her front paws, her rear ones keeping hold round the other portion of the pole.

"That's a good girl, Edith!"

The man lowered the meat to her, and she happily gulped it down.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

( And I'm just gonna repost mine too while we're at it! )

Callum stood transfixed by the exercise. Sharp focused intrigue burned in his eyes as he watched the bears take their meals from above.

He looked as though his hackles were tense. A bead of drool

threatened to run down his lip as his stomach made an audible

unflattering growl. The smell of their fresh breakfast tickled him

senses and threatened to make the world turn hazy with longing. The way the light hit the beef, the way its color ran deep red with streaks of white...it made for a tempting steal.

The bears seemed to take notice but didn't pay it much mind. They knew better than to be threatened. The cage was out there, round Callum, not where they stood.

He narrowed his eyes, then shook his head.

" Ah...ha... "

A snicker played under his breath as he pet his instincts down. It wasn't a strong command but part of his body called for him to turn, to jump in and steal their meal, but he knew that tempting as it was, it would not do.

An angry ache broke into his chest, making him wince slightly. The sensation would've sent a normal man to the ground curled up and frothing, but it was like the burn after hard labor for the host.

Taking a moment to compose himself, he shut his eyes and sighed, partially from longing but mostly to cool the mental spark.

" I'd say they have it made down there. I bet they'd refuse to leave even if they left the gates open! "

He snickered again, then looked to Weir.

" If I didn't have Orin, I'd say I'm jealous. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago

"There's to be a sea-lion spectacle shortly, if you're interested," recalled Lewis, aware of the time now the church bells had chimed. "The sign at the entrance said they perform tricks for fish."

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" I think I'll pass. "

Callum waved his hand and flashed a grin.

" We can visit the lions though. There might even be a surprise for you there. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago

Callum's comment and grin didn't bode particularly well, to Weir's mind.

You've not gone and killed a lion, have you? wondered Lewis silently.

"A surprise, you say..." he echoed as they walked to the big cats in question.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" Yeah. That's assuming he's still here anyways. "

He fell in step beside Weir.

" Last I heard, there a lion here, in truth a Beast. It's not often Beasts mingle with animals, so he turned a couple heads for sure.

Don't know if he's still here though or if he passed. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago

"Huh. That's...unusual, to say the least," remarked Lewis.

"Did any everyday people ever notice there was something different about him?" he queried.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" No. As far as I heard, he seemed exactly what they thought him to be, a lion. Of course, being what he was though, he must've given off some sort of influence around him. I wasn't the one who knew though. For all I know, that could've been the beginning and end of his ability. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago

"Interesting," opined Lewis as they came to the lions.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

Upon their arrival, one of great cats bellowed out. The pride, consisting of a four females and two males, were laying about in various stages of sunbathing, with only two of the females sitting and watching the people.

The one who'd bellowed, a stocky short queen with a darker color down her back, begun to pace and pant, and a few others stood to attention. One male, just at the top of the enclosure, came to his full height and peered down to see what the ruckus was about, and almost immediately went into a defensive stance.

He made a series of loud bellows himself and clambered down from his perch to meet Callum and Lewis as close as he could.

The host didn't pay the cat much attention, and instead looked at the older one, who looked back with an easy firmness. The old man took no sh*t, and he wasn't about to now.

For his part, Callum nodded and brushed his hair back.

" Well, so much for my surprise...

Looks like our Beast is long gone. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago

"That's rather a pity," said Lewis with a tsk.

Ah, well. At least there are lions.

He regarded the pride, taking in the individuality and personality of each member.

"Had you heard about this lion-Beast from Orin, or from some other source in Through?" Weir asked offhandedly.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

" I've heard a lot of talk about him from Beasts round here, Orin's mentioned him a few times. "

Callum cupped his chin in his hand and leaned on the fence.

" He wasn't anything special really, at least I never heard. Most just considered him an outcast. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago • edited

"Perhaps that's why he chose to live among the animals rather than the Beasts, then," conjectured Lewis as he studied the older lion.

"What made him an outcast, do you know?" he asked with a glance to Callum.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" This is what made him an outcast. "

He looked around them then back at Lewis, quirking a brow.

" He chose to stay here, among animals, serving men, than be in Through. He was a coward and chose to lick at your laps than bite back like he should. "

His gaze harden, his tone sour.

" He had a second chance and he wasted it. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago

"You speak as if you were never a man," stated Lewis. His tone was neutral, his words an observation rather than a judgment.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" And I hardly was before.

He narrowed his eyes.

" Being a Host gives me more than I ever had and more I could ever ask for. You think my life before was any good to me? I hardly remember the damn thing!

If anything, Humanity has done nothing but kick me into dust. This city doesn't love me or you or anyone who matters. It loves greed and it loves money. That's it. To ask it more would be impossible. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago • edited

"I never argued otherwise," Weir stated.

"Why do you feel the need to convince me?" he wondered, genuinely curious, as he cocked his head at Callum.

"Also," reasoned Lewis with a hand to his chin, "a life unremembered is merely that, I should think. There's no evidence it was good nor bad," he concluded with a shrug.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" Well, you have the cat yeah?

I'd be damned if a Beast worth any salt hasn't said anything about hosting at some point. "

The Host shrugged and cast his gaze aside, doing his best to keep his temper from flaring.

" I'm just being being honest.

That's what friends do right? "

To Weir's last observation, he scoffed, churlish.

" Well that may be true, but good life or no, it can't have been that great if it isn't even worth putting to heart.

Besides, what care would I have for it if it only ever truly started now, with Orin? "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago

"And I appreciate your candor," replied Lewis with a dip of his head when the Host said he was merely being honest.

In Callum's final statement and question, though, Weir caught two instances of the same intriguing word:

"'If'..." observed Lewis with a pensive look, his voice so soft it was obvious he'd not meant to say the word aloud.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" What about 'if'? "

His words came out with a threatening hiss that signaled a rapid loss of patience.

" Tell me what's so interesting about it. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago • edited

"Mm?" said Weir as he straightened.

"Oh," he said as he realized he must have spoken the word.

"I simply noticed you used the word 'if' twice, and was trying to discern whether it was mere linguistic choice or you meant something more by it.

"Apologies--I play with words often enough myself that I can't help but pick up on patterns. There's a fellow at the Society, for example, who never uses contractions. Now, granted, English isn't his native tongue, so that might go some way toward explaining it. I've often wondered about it, but thought asking outright might be perceived as rude, even though I'd mean nothing by it."

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" Well keep it to yourself next time.

I've no time to mince words, not like you. "

Standing up from the fence, he turned to storm off.

" I don't live in a world that's so polite. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago

"I hadn't intended to bring it to your attention this time," clarified Lewis with a disbelieving shake of his head. He felt unfairly accused--it wasn't his fault Callum's hearing was preternatural.

And you're the one who threatened me, thank you much. You're not exactly the wounded party here.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" Well It's not funny either way. "

He stopped and cast a glare over his shoulder before letting it fall. He could feel the stares of a few couples on his back and the looks of the lions. A light anxiety was already thick in the air.

Despite the roiling anger that pulled at his brain, he poured a dose of moderation over his temper and reluctantly stood still as to let Lewis join him again.

" Come on then...let's finish this and leave. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago • edited

It wasn't meant to be funny--it was merely an observation. Criminy!

Lewis shook his head at the glare, noticeably befuddled by Callum's reaction.

When the Host called him over and expressed the desire to leave, Weir answered "Alright," with a shrug and followed.

He didn't even ask where Callum wished to go next, convinced anything he uttered would be taken the wrong way.

Of course, with my luck, he'll just as likely be affronted by silence, reflected Lewis.

He did wonder where they were going, though not aloud.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

They went on wandering for good long while, Callum clearly in no mood to be there anymore but unable to find it in himself to leave just yet. He'd been invited here, and here he was, so dammit if he wasn't going to at least remain till they've seen everything.

With this though was now pair a need to keep from seething over, and that proved difficult. He managed to keep from looking at any one person or thing and only glanced over the wildlife as they passed. The animals themselves proved to be more excited at the sight of him now, and an odd, actual fearful air clung to them as the watched and vocalized from their assorted cages and perches.

Thankfully, a few could see that the Host was at least trying to control his temper, ans so they tread less frightfully but still incredibly anxious as to not set him off any further.

Beasts say what they will of their less gifted kin, but they had intelligence and had character, but above all, they had a sense of duty and peace. They knew how life works, how she gives and takes, and lives with this knowledge accordingly.

That's why, when the duo came ambling by the foxes exhibit, they seemed tense but somewhat relieved. The animals nearby scooted away from the angry host's influence but also to let their particular resident to try and communicate with him.

Callum and Lewis strode into a long hallway filled with desert and such materials that were partitioned for each little foxes to have to his own spot to reside in.

The little creatures clamored out when they enter and with them a curious Sechuran Fox spotted them then paced around violently. His chirps acted as camouflage but in truth, the foxine beast was trying to reach out, communicate, to them.

The Host immediately spotted him once they met eyes and immediately stood in front of his cage. The Beast, after some shaking and grooming, sat down and made his greeting, through mind speak.

* |Well talk about unexpected. I haven't expected many Hosts to come through the zoo, let alone you|*

Their words, though spoken between him and Callum, could also be heard by Lewis.

* |I don't know what brought you here but what ever it was, it's not for you to put yourself into.|*

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago • edited

Wherever you go, there you are, thought Lewis of Callum's huffy walk through the zoo.

Ah, well. At least we got to see the bears' feeding.

Weir was not, however, expecting to be privy to a conversation between the Host and, of all things, a wee little fox-like creature from South America.

Lewis stood and blinked.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" Well, what do you know? There was a surprise after all. "

Callum's mood immediately perked up much to the little Beast's frustration. He came up close to the enclosure and sneered.

" Looks like you've got yourself set here huh? "

* |Do not insult me! I am not to be looked down on!|*

The little fox flicked his ears back and started pacing again.

* |We've no need for you here, so shoo! Go trouble someone else!|*

" I was invited to come, so I won't be 'shooing' for some time. "

* |You lie. No one would bother to be near you, Death Tooth.|*

" 'Death Tooth'? Ah, that's one I haven't heard yet! "

A high pitched bark escaped the bushy canid and he scampered round his space, perturbed. Callum laughed and waited for them to settle down.

" Talk about a little hard*ss. "

* |Talk about a dumb*ss! You're disrupting everything and nobody likes you!|*

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago • edited

Lewis crouched down to peer at the amazing little canid.

Recalling Malemi had understood perfect English upon their first meeting, Weir took a chance and addressed the Sechuran fox.

"Hello," he ventured quietly.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

" *| F*ck you! |* "

The sound of the creature's voice was close enough to its natural bark that none could really hear the ugly word unless they knew.

" *| You invited him didn't you! Bad! Bad Man!

Take him away!|* "

Callum chuckled darkly but decided not to interrupt their exchange. He just stood and watched with casual interest.

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago • edited

Taken aback, Lewis straightened so much and so swiftly that the momentum caused him to lose his balance, and he toppled over backward.

"Oof!" he cried as he hit the hard, unforgiving floor.

He blinked, staring up at the ceiling as he lay on his back, momentarily stunned.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

Surprised, Callum peeled back in laughter and nearly tripped over himself and over the rail. A few stray people turned to take in the scene as what looked to be two friends were being confronted with the fury of the small creature they'd come to see.

A few laughed with Callum, while most decided to keep to themselves, the thought of something more going on between Weir and Callum made quiet.

With a rough cough, the Host offered his hand to the fallen doctor.

" Here, come on up. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago

"Er...thanks," managed Lewis as he took Callum's hand and rose.

Weir dusted himself off, shaking his head at his own startle response and the resulting, ungraceful fall.

"Quite a mouth on that one," he commented with a brief, sidelong glance to the fox.

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" It's either that or actual curses. "

He grinned while the little fox fluffed up and turned his back to them, grumbling more sailor language to himself.

" In any case, it's certainly put me in better spirits. "

* |Well, good! Now you can leave!|*

" And if I don't? "

To this, he only got a sharp snap and the Beast scampered into its burrow.

Callum shrugged.

" Well goodbye then. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago

Lewis chuckled.

"What a feisty little fellow."

He couldn't help but be reminded of his own younger days--short of stature and angry as Hell.

"Say, would you like to see the thylacine, or the platypus?" he asked Callum. "They're two of the strangest creatures I've ever laid eyes on.

"Though, don't feel obligated, naturally," he added, not wishing to inadvertently put the Host in a sour the mood again. "I understand if you've other things to do."

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The Fox  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" Sure, why not. "

He ducked his head.

" I shouldn't have lost my head so quick to begin with.

Best I make it up to you now than later. In fact... "

Callum took Weir's shoulder with a genuine honest look.

" If you want, you can ask one good question that I'll answer the best I can. How's that? Just to make up for earlier? "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago

Lewis was surprised at the offer, but gladdened by it.

"I know I can run on at the mouth at times," he acknowledged, "and I cannae hold my liquor quite so well as Ned, but...do you count me as a friend, Callum?" he asked the Host with all sincerity.

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The Fox  The Fox • 6 months ago

( So Disqus decided that M*eat was a bad word, so I've, with the good grace of 86, did some rewording, as to not offend our Big Baby Overlord.

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Lewis and Callum strode over to the place in question.

A crowd had already begun congregating there. In the distance, a church bell tolled out the hour. Punctual as ever, a man with a handlebar mustache approached with a waxed bag and a sizable, pointed stick.

He explained with some panache to all gathered here that they were in for a treat, then withdrew a cut of Beef Round from the sack and placed it on the stake.

This done, he called a bear by name as he hoisted the stick horizontally.

Sure enough, a brown-furred bear climbed up the post to snatch the dangling chunk in its jaws.

The man repeated the exercise, calling a different name, and a smaller, darker bear soon climbed the pole. "Up, up, Edith--you can get it!" encouraged the mustached man as he lifted the red flesh higher.

"Edith" was apparently a better--or perhaps simply lighter--climber than the first bear, and had soon reached the top of the post. She gripped its flat surface with her front paws, her rear ones keeping hold round the other portion of the pole.

"That's a good girl, Edith!"

The man lowered the goods to her, and she happily gulped it down.

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Callum stood transfixed by the exercise. Sharp focused intrigue burned in his eyes as he watched the bears take their meals from above. He looked as though his hackles were tense.

A bead of drool threatened to run down his lip as his stomach made an audible unflattering growl. The smell of their fresh breakfast tickled him senses and threatened to make the world turn hazy with longing. The way the light hit the beef, the way its color ran deep red with streaks of white...it made for a tempting steal.

The bears seemed to take notice but didn't pay it much mind. They knew better than to be threatened. The cage was out there, round Callum, than where they stood.

He narrowed his eyes, then shook his head.

" Ah...ha... "

A snicker played under his breath as he pet his instincts down. It wasn't a strong command but part of his body called for him to turn, to jump in and steal their meal, but he knew that tempting as it was, it would not do.

An angry ache broke into his chest, making him wince slightly. The sensation would've sent a normal man to the ground curled up and frothing, but it was like the burn after hard labor for the host.

Taking a moment to compose himself, he shut his eyes and sighed, partially from longing but mostly to cool the mental spark.

" I'd say they have it made down there. I bet they'd refuse to leave even if they left the gates open! "

He snickered again, then looked to Weir.

" If I didn't have Orin, I 'd say I'm jealous. "

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Jekyll1886  The Fox • 6 months ago

Lewis and Callum strode over to the place in question.

A crowd had already begun congregating there.

In the distance, a church bell tolled out the hour.

Punctual as ever, a man with a handlebar mustache approached with a waxed bag and a sizable, pointed stick.

He explained with some panache to all gathered here that they were in for a treat, then withdrew a cut of meat from the sack and placed it on the stake.

This done, he called a bear by name as he hoisted the stick horizontally.

Sure enough, a brown-furred bear climbed up the post to snatch the dangling meat in its jaws.

The man repeated the exercise, calling a different name, and a smaller, darker bear soon climbed the pole.

"Up, up, Edith--you can get it!" encouraged the mustached man as he lifted the meat higher.

"Edith" was apparently a better--or perhaps simply lighter--climber than the first bear, and had soon reached the top of the post. She gripped its flat surface with her front paws, her rear ones keeping hold round the other portion of the pole.

"That's a good girl, Edith!"

The man lowered the meat to her, and she happily gulped it down.

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Pyrogue • 6 months ago

(( MillieGriffin -- Continuation of lessons on how to Not Kill People™

I'm having trouble copying and pasting last week's comments, sorry. I think it's your turn? ))

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MillieGriffin  Pyrogue • 6 months ago • edited

((MillieGriffin

"Well, now that we're done with the outside," she said guessing to the boxes and crates in front of them, "good job by the way, really hides it better, now we can do our lab work. Kind of what we're in the society for..."

She pushed on one of the crates it opened inwards and she stepped in. "Come on."

Pyrogue

He followed Millie through the open crate.))

Millie turned on the lights to the lab, everything was scaled up to accommodate Ezekiel's size now.

"Well, best get started now."

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Pyrogue  MillieGriffin • 6 months ago

"Yes..."

He looked around the updated interior of the lab.

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MillieGriffin  Pyrogue • 6 months ago

Millie turned to Ezekiel with a slightly skeptical look.

"You have no clue, do you."

((I honestly have no idea how to go about this.))

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Pyrogue  MillieGriffin • 6 months ago

"Ah... not really," he laughed nervously. "I figured that you would teach me proper precautions, and procedures, and techniques, and the like, seeing as... Well, I haven't been privy to many discoveries in the field of cryptomicrobiology. Experimenting in the back of my boarding room isn't exactly the right way to go about it, but that's all I'd done up until not too long ago."

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MillieGriffin  Pyrogue • 6 months ago

Millie nodded, "Well, how much about lab safety and microbiology do you already know? I want to have a good idea where to start teaching or else I'll be treating you like a primary school boy and have to break out the very cringy, very basic lab safety videos I have downloaded on my mobile. Unless you want to watch the videos."

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Pyrogue  MillieGriffin • 6 months ago

Ez paused. "I know the basics, like how to handle regular specimens of diseases. But I suppose you need to take other precautions? Or you could get me up to speed with your research, if there's not that much to do safety-wise?"

He was impatient to get to the practical side of things, as opposed to sitting around learning about how to disinfect things.

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The Fox • 6 months ago

So Hiya! :D Disqus was htrowing a big ol fit last night so like, I couldn't get any of my rps up. As of now, I'm off to do some volunteering, so I won't be back till a couple of hours, and then I go walk for an hour after that.

So hold tight ya'll! Imma coming! Right after these messages!

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Mz.Hyde Mod  The Fox • 6 months ago

OMG! I know this short!

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Richard • 6 months ago

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Irina Leví • 6 months ago

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Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

((Continuation of the Big rp!

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"Thank you," said Lewis, appearing visibly more at ease, though still with a lingering undercurrent of concern. "Your answers do much to help me begin to apprehend the matter at hand.

"Pray do lead me to this library--I would learn further."

He got into a kneel and, bracing his hands first on the floor and then his thighs, slowly stood.))

"As you desire," said the Spider, his own rise from the floor accompanied by a faint surge of magic to ease the motion--this time, there was no sound of exertion.

He dismissed those who still remained in the room, watching them file out the door until only Weir and himself remained.

"Are you well enough to walk?" he asked, turning back to Weir.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"I believe so, though I'll certainly not be jogging anytime soon," replied Lewis with a rueful chortle.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

"In that case, please follow me."

The Spider led the way out of the cathedral-like room and into a massive hallway, the tall, vaulted ceilings made of a stained glass that cast colored patterns on the floor below.

Along the walls were more tapestries spaced between doors, though these were far smaller than the one that had depicted the Keeper's Court and instead showed what seemed to be a emblem of sorts.

It was similar to a moon, with a waning crescent of what appeared to be a beautiful starry sky tinted purple and blue while the portion that'd normally be in shadow was dark blue, dappled with faded spots of pinks, blues, and purples.

Centered atop this dotted section was a dark grey circle with a single dark shape like a cat's pupil slicing it down the middle and two dark lines beginning at opposite edges and curving past the outer boundary of the moon shape into points.

On the other side of the hall was a pair of grand double doors, which the Spider opened to reveal a decently sized library with plenty of light and cozy chairs about for the patrons to enjoy.

Here, he paused to turn to Lewis, tipping his head to indicate his curiosity.

"Where would you care to start, Guardian?"

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago • edited

"How about that emblem on the walls?" asked Lewis, thinking on Europe's heraldry as he beheld the tapestries.

"What does it symbolize? What do the various colors and shapes each mean?"

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

"It is our mark," began the Spider as he gestured for Weir to step inside, "We hang it proudly to remind ourselves of our purpose."

"The circle you see in the background represents the Key; the larger portion is said to be the actual pattern of the artifact, while the sliver of stars on its left is symbolic of its connection to all the universes."

"Meanwhile, the grey circle is the Keeper themselves, with the pupil slit in the middle indicating the sight they would gain from wielding the Key, while the lines on either side are for the abilities of theirs that would extend past all known power."

A brief pause.

"For these, the grey is in representation of the middle ground the Keeper would need to stride in order to utilize their ability, while the black, being a color that absorbs all others, is meant to indicate the all encompassing nature of the skills."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

Lewis did go inside the library, taking in the place while keeping a careful eye on the spider-masked man.

"Interesting," remarked Weir.

"Is the Key an orb, then?

"And...what do you mean by 'middle ground'?"

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

He shut the door quietly behind them before approaching one of the empty sitting areas.

"It is...more of a square with rounded corners," said the Spider with what sounded like a puzzled frown, attempting to replicate the shape with his hands, "Though there is a circle within the center."

He sank back into a plush chair, inviting Lewis to do the same with a gesture.

"As for middle ground....Every Keeper has some piece of them, be it a personality trait or quirk of the soul, that the Key wants. Only a Keeper who learns to embody each of these will be able to control it. It is...the middle ground between all the different variations there are, the equilibrium of it all."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"Why does the Key want any piece of them at all?" queried Lewis.

"And would an individual have to...embody all versions of herself in all universes in order to wield it?"

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

At that, the Spider seemed to grow especially excited, moving his hands in the exaggerated gestures of one well versed in entertaining a crowd.

"In the beginning of everything, there were, in truth, two Keys within the first infant universe, twirling circles around one another in an elaborate cosmic dance, until, a single slip would alter the fate of the multiverse for all eternity."

"The Keys drew too near to the outer boundary of their small world and one soon became pinned, unable to move aside as its pair mirrored its motion.

"The moment the two Keys touched, the one that had been trapped violently shattered beyond repair, the force of the explosion sending its essence past the boundary of the first universe to create infinitely more worlds; meanwhile, the other was only severely damaged by this wave of energy rather than destroyed and the fragments that broke off would go on to become powerful manifestations of the soul."

"This latter Key is the Key that we seek to this day--it wishes to reunite itself with the pieces it once lost so that it may be whole again and restore harmony to all of existence."

A rather eager nod, as if confirming something for himself.

"If a Keeper manages to be all of its pieces at once, then they shall be able to wield the Key so long as that is so."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"What exactly is entailed by 'restore harmony to all of existence'?" queried Lewis, still standing, as he leaned against the other chair. "Specifically."

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

"Surely you've heard of paradise before, Guardian," the Spider returned, sounding surprised Weir had asked, "Does your culture not possess such a thing?"

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"'Paradise' is in the mind of the believer," returned Lewis. "One man's Heaven may be another man's Hell, and vice-versa.

"What kind of place would you make, given the chance?"

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

A hearty chuckle came from behind the spider mask, and the man pressed his hands together.

"That is hardly my decision, Guardian--the Key and the Keeper who gains it will be the ones to bring salvation."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago • edited

"And yet that's not the answer to the question I asked," stated Lewis as he raised a brow.

"Your hesitance to provide one gives me pause."

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

He spread his hands wide in an open, apologetic gesture.

"You have my apologies, Guardian, but discussing such a thing is considered...rather sacrilegious here."

His head tilted to one side as he continued with cool casualty no doubt paired with a perfectly polite smile behind that mask of his.

"It is not proper to set one's eyes on powers beyond their own station—only the Keeper will ever be permitted such contemplation, though even then, their discussions will not be heard by most anyone."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago • edited

"You know what?" asked Weir rhetorically after the Spider had finished his speech.

"You're right," said Lewis with a smile as he straightened. "You shouldn't set your eyes on powers--nor roles--beyond your station. As you've so frequently pointed out," he put a hand to his chest, "I am her guardian--not you.

"You're a complete stranger," he pointed to his host, "who tried to manipulate her and bound her will to your own. A cult leader, no less, who traps others in webs of words and magic--to God-knows-what purpose, as your little religion so conveniently prevents you from telling me.

"I think, Mr. Spider-Man, we must decline your offer," Weir concluded.

"Moreover, as your motives are unknown to me, I'm afraid I really can't take the chance of you getting a hold of this 'Key' through any of the other 'Keepers', either.

"No doubt a being such as yourself understands the necessity of tying up loose ends," Lewis finished, pleased with his own wordplay.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

The man appeared impossibly weary as his back bowed under the weight of Weir's insinuation and he laid both arms on his legs, face angled towards the ground.

"You wish to kill me."

There was no doubt in his voice, only profound sadness at the prospect.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago • edited

Weir made a sound that was half resigned sigh and half huff.

"It is not that I wish to," he clarified. "I wish you'd simply left well enough alone--all I wanted to do was sleep in this morning and have a day off.

"It is that I need to. You have made it necessary. So I must do what I must."

She'll not be your plaything.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

He nodded very slowly in understanding and exhaled heavily, clasping his hands together.

"What will you allow a man bound for death?" asked the Spider quietly.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago • edited

The Spider's hands appeared clasped in prayer.

Lewis went over to him and covered them with his own.

"I'll be here with you now, and pray," Weir pronounced.

"What form of the Divine do you believe in--aside from Keepers?"

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

"There are no Divine, only those who play at godhood. There is no one to pray to, save for the unheeding stars and the empty expanse between them," breathed the man. "You are the only one who will hear."

He swallowed audibly, then carefully titled his head so Weir could best hear him, his voice dropping significantly in volume.

"I do not want my people to suffer, Guardian--I care for them as you care for your kin--and without me, they will lose hope. Is it too late now to save myself, for their sake?"

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

Lewis took full advantage of the opportunity the Spider's upward tilt of the head provided.

In one swift motion, Weir simultaneously ripped the man's mask off with his teeth and brought his hands up as he rose out of the slouch to snap the cult leader's neck with a creck.

Lewis spat out the mask.

It had no sooner hit the floor than he brought his heel down hard upon it, breaking the hated image to pieces.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

The old man crumbled to the ground, instantly dead and his face finally revealed with the removal and subsequent destruction of his mask as he lay on his side. Magic crackled faintly in the air as it left his body and joined the ambient energy that hummed throughout the building.

He was human, looking to be about seventy years of age with a rather weathered complexion, salt and pepper hair tracing along the edges of his jaw to surround his mouth entirely, save for a thinner patch just above the point of his chin. His eyes, still open, were the crystal blue of a shallow pond bathed in sunlight.

"NO!" came a cry full of shock and horror as footsteps from a masked member rapidly fell closer and closer.

"Get away from him!" yelled another, their voice interwoven with magic as they, too, approached.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

Thinking quickly, Lewis leveraged free the leg of a nearby table and jammed it horizontally through the handles of the library's inward-opening doors. He wedged a chair beneath the handles for good measure--the fewer people he had to fight in here, the better.

He slipped behind a bookshelf to let the two cultists discover the Spider's body by its lonesome.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

The pair only arrived a few heartbeats apart, the shock of the sight rapidly changing as grief set in.

"Nonononono." The first dropped to their knees beside the body and shattered mask, agony in their voice. "Please, no, no..."

"Who did this? Where are you? Show yourself, now!" The second's words commanded that listeners respond and obey, but when the magic rippled through the air, it passed by Lewis without pause.

The latter paced back and forth with hardly contained rage while the former cradled their fallen leader.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

Lewis, however, decided to respond anyway, as if the magic had affected him.

He came out from behind the bookshelf to stand before the wrathful cultist. Weir's expression looked somewhere between neutral and surprised, as if he hadn't expected to show himself.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

"You."

They snapped their fingers, then pointed forcefully at a spot just before them. Their mask, similar in appearance to the face of a butterfly or moth, had eyes that naturally drew one's gaze even without the aid of magic--the influence from their power would no doubt have made it impossible to look away, if one fell under it.

"Get over here now."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

Lewis did as requested and came to stand in front of the angry one, leaving less than a foot of space between them.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

"Relax," the lepidopteran-masked being commanded, spitting out the word as if it tasted bitter as they raised their hands to place on each of his temples, magical energy crackling to life around their fingers.

"Don't. Move."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

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Lewis took the opportunity to quickly bring his forearms up to block the magic from reaching his head. In the same sudden motion, he used his hands to grab the moth mask and pull it off the being, after which Weir immediately gave the cultist a Glasgow kiss.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

The surprise that came with Weir's sudden attack had barely registered on their face--which was all sharp angles and high cheek bones--when the impact of his head against theirs caused the magic at their fingertips to fizzle away as they lost consciousness from the strength of it.

A cry of distress came from the other cultist as they looked up to see their fellow member fall to the ground and they stood quickly, making a rush towards their helpless companion.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"I'm sorry," Lewis apologized with a sorrowful look to the cultist coming toward him as Weir stepped over their fallen comrade. "You seem kind, and well-intentioned."

With that, Lewis hurled the moth mask at their feet as a distraction, slid their own mask off as he slipped behind them, and used leverage to snap their neck.

A quick death, at the least. It was the most he could do for them under these circumstances--the Spider had brainwashed them so thoroughly Weir knew it was far too late for talk.

He smashed both masks under his heel, then broke the neck of the previously moth-masked fellow.

He took a moment to verify that all three were truly dead, not lingering on in suffering.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

Though their limbs trembled, they seemed intent on slipping past Weir--at least, they did until the sudden thrown mask caused them to flinch, startled.

The motion lost them valuable time and, in the time it takes to blink, they'd fallen as easily as the two before them.

As their smaller frame suggested, they were significantly younger than their companion had been, around sixteen years of age rather than thirty. Moisture still clung to their cheeks as they laid on the ground, unmoving.

With the three cult members dispatched, the library was silent, save for the beating of Weir's heart. It seemed no alarm had been raised just yet.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago • edited

Lewis took the time to close the young one's eyes.

A pity, he thought, expression sad but resigned.

"May your soul find peace, wherever it's gone," he wished the departed youth in a whisper.

With a sigh, he turned his mind back to the matter at hand, extending his senses to get a general idea how many cultists remained and which were in closest proximity to him.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

A little over five hundred people remained gathered in various parts of the building, which seemed to be of a rather lavish size.

The nearest cultists were a trio who, judging by the location of their energies, were sitting in one of the rooms the Spider and Lewis had passed on their way to the library.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

Weir's head drooped forward and shoulders sagged as he became aware of exactly how many people he'd have to kill.

On the off chance there was more than one building, he cast his extrasensory perceptions as wide as he could.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

There seemed to be a small settlement of sorts surrounding the building, with another six hundred magic users who could very well be members of the Spider's organization, considering their proximity. Some of these people milled about in what were likely smaller living structures while others tended to various fields of crop.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

The hum and buzz of so many individuals pressed in on Weir's mind like a relentless swarm of insects, each akin to a stinging shock of static electricity.

At last, though, he had a number: One thousand, one hundred and two--plus the three who'd already perished at his hands. That was how many lives--at a minimum--it would take to keep Hela and Helen safe.

I am so very sorry.

With that, he broke the connection to call forth what he'd felt that night in India, what had threatened that day at Catt's party, what had sprung forth that evening in a cellar in Madrid.

He let it overwhelm, consume, and--ultimately--erase him.

((Tairais ))

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Tairais  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

At the heart of his mind, in a Well counted down seconds on a battered silver pocketwatch.

He counted the seconds from his spot in the shadows, one ear towards Hela and Elaina, the other towards Lewis as he fell into a world bleeding motion like color into ink.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Already, he wanted to crush the ones that had done this between his teeth.

Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

Wer'Vemud was of a similar mind, their eyes aligned on the same goal in what was rapidly becoming less of a rare occurrence.

Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.

Steady breaths, these, for one who had no real lungs to speak of anymore. A steadier heartbeat, echoing in triplicate as it circulated what had once been blood through what once had been a body.

Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty.

Skin stretched taut as string, which itself was stretched taut as wire--

Twenty-one, twenty-two--

--They had time, two hours to be precise

--Twenty-three, twenty-four-

-Or, more accurately, one hour, fifty-nine minutes and-

-Twenty-five-

...

And nothing.

More accurately, a very familiar ripple of nothing.

A very familiar determination to not feel fear as he called out to the world he could not see, but could feel where Lewis (Weirmrith Viofdioenel, qeit-) had been twenty-six, twenty-seven seconds ago and counting.

Nald'su.

I know. I can feel it. Help me out, won't you?

Axun.

He leaned on his magic, its wings stretched wide against all the starry places that crossed like soap bubbles in some cosmic dish, and they the two that lingered at the borders of all these iridescent things.

The two of them reached with feathered things, determined things that felt no fear, radiated no fear but for the faint quaver to their call as it rang out like water traced against crystal glass.

Weirmrith Viofdioenel. Confn spical ekess udoka

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Jekyll1886  Tairais • 6 months ago • edited

With a start, Lewis jerked back to consciousness. He lay in a perfectly hemispherical crater the size of over thirty city blocks.

No one and nothing was there with him. No buildings, no people, no books nor altars nor farms nor magic nor masks.

Nothing...save a call carried on the winds beyond time and space.

Nald'su? Weir managed to answer back, his energy weak and unsettled...but extant.

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Tairais  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

Here. Cannae waltz over there myself without makin' the Paths shift somethin' fierce, but d'ya want me ta send Wer'Vemud over?

Somewhere distant and not entirely existent, he felt the wind of a sigh pass over his feathers and scales. Wer'Vemud waited, pacing The Other with careful talons.

Are you all right?

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Jekyll1886  Tairais • 6 months ago • edited

Lewis was silent.

...

You're telling me...Wer'Vemud...can simply come here, independent of you?

He dropped his head back against the ground with a thunk.

"Bloody f*cking buggering brilliant, me," he said aloud, chagrined, as he turned his eyes to the sky. "Superb going."

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Tairais  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

You've a bit o' me with ya, so... Yes.

He tracked the creep of his magic across The Shifting Paths as it curled around the small window they had into this world Lewis was in, the sound of shifting leaves fading into what passed for the distance between them.

It wasn't wise, per se, to let the bulk of his magic traipse about in another world, but...

He was plenty much a weapon on his own. His mission would not be jeopardized.

Fancy the help, or? 'S no' been long on our end o' things- not even a full five minutes, really, so we've still most o' the two hours I can keep everythin'... like this.

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Jekyll1886  Tairais • 6 months ago

I'd...appreciate it, yes, Weir had to admit.

A sigh.

I'm not in proper condition to make the trek myself.

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Tairais  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

Wer'Vemud crossed the barrier between worlds in a moment, wings flared as it crouched as low to the ground as it could manage.

Black-and-red eyes peered down at Lewis with neutrality, though there was a caution in there that spoke volumes of concern for a creature that had once been concerned only with consumption and the hunt.

"I... carry?"

A rumbling voice, this, like the tumble and clack of clashing flint around unfamiliar words borrowed from another part of their mind.

It stretched out a long-taloned hand in offering, the size of a small house and prone to tearing, yet so careful in its consideration.

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Jekyll1886  Tairais • 6 months ago

With effort, Weir focused his eyes and met the gaze. He'd never been more relieved to see Char's counterpart.

"Axun. Vinxa," Lewis managed with a small nod.

He extended a shaky hand toward Wer'Vemud.

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Tairais  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

Wer'Vemud gently cradled Lewis within cupped talons, then carefully settled him within the feathers at its neck. Down they went into its own shadow with all the grace of a nymph into water, darkness cooler than any stream. Though it didn't have the words to express it, it was very much appreciative of Lewis speaking in its tongue--it made things somewhat... simpler.

Only somewhat, but it'd take what it got.

Into The Other they went, the creature growing steadily taller as it strode overtop misty autumn paths without ever breaking a tree underfoot. It didn't pause as it spoke, well intending to have Lewis as far from that world as was safe.

"To other-war? He has preference of the you resting, but there is your dear-heart. We are... understand of each path."

A pause, and then an afterthought half-shared on a huff of breath that would almost be a sigh if it didn't hiss so.

"This one would be still saying to rest before the hunting. The tired ones never see hidden sharpings."

Charricthran, for his part, was quiet, save for his quiet awareness in feather and red eye alike.

Again, the two of them were in agreement.

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Jekyll1886  Tairais • 6 months ago

"I've little choice but to rest," confided Lewis. "In my present state, I'm useless to my dear-heart and...everyone else."

He recalled what Charricthran had said earlier, about the passage of time.

"It will take me between a half-hour and an hour to recover, based on past experience. That still leaves some time to deal with the...other-war."

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Tairais  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

It didn't so much nod as offer an understanding hum as it shifted both pairs of wings attached to its back.

"You are being heard. Is there more we can... be bringing for you? You did-having much hunger once, and for smaller. And aside, could this one be of helping, or he? We would..."

Hissing, then, far greater and more venomous than before.

Si tir ti tepoha wer lexri, it thought to Charricthran with no small amount of frustration, Letoclo, Nald'su?

Not a problem.

Red eyes glittered like stars against the eternal nighttime in this place as Charricthran's voice curled in the air like so much smoke.

"It's wonderin' if you'd rather me or it take care of the other fella, seein' as how we can do much fair the same as each other."

"Batobot, axun. Vinxa, Nald'su."

Their brief moment of shared consciousness faded with a half-felt smile as Charricthran once more turned the bulk of his focus outward.

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Jekyll1886  Tairais • 6 months ago • edited

Lewis chuckled, the sound unwholesome.

With narrowed eyes, his mouth between a smile and a sneer, he told Wer'Vemud, "Feel free to eat the oily bastard."

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Tairais  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

A sound not unlike the rasping of a metal file against iron bars slid through the air on bitter fingers of wind; it was laughter, but oh, what a kind name for so eerie a sound.

"It will be done, though first, where should this one make you lay? Homeward, here-soon, elsewhere?"

It listened to the sound of Lewis's heartbeat, as good a rhythm as any to time the song of the hunt to, and much closer by than anything that might have pretended at being better.

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Jekyll1886  Tairais • 6 months ago

"In the empty seat at the back of Hela's train car," answered Lewis.

He might not be in good shape just yet, but he could still keep an eye on her.

"One last thing," he said as the thought occurred. "This oil-fellow has the reek of consumption about him. I don't know what magic he may possess. Separate his head from his body to make certain he's dead--just in case."

I've yet to meet anything that can survive that.

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Tairais  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

It gave a nod, then shifted wings like hands, darkness gathering into a doorway through which careful hands could enter.

"We consume consumption. There is always a bigger creature, and this one does as it is being suggested."

Wer'Vemud's smile split the darkness, the faint whisper of leaves under feather and scale lost under the murmur of the passenger train as it gently laid Lewis on the seat he'd specified, shadows gathering like smoke to part like curtains.

Be taking care, Weirmrith, came the quiet, final thought, These ones would ensure all you and your hearts stay Singing.

It was as much an expression of farewell as any.

Sound returned to silence as it swiveled its head to the world holding that familiar sickliness. On quiet feet it darted forward, back across the Shifting Paths and to the edge of that particular bubble, shining, gleaming in the mist.

It paused only to draw the background noise of that world's Song around it like a cloak, effectively vanishing from sight and sense alike as it chased the cloying crawl of oil and decay in their lungs.

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Helen Jekyll  Tairais • 6 months ago

The bubble led to the inside of what seemed to be the bottom floor of a cylindrical brick tower that was being used as some sort of magical workshop. The diameter of the room was about twenty feet, and the ceiling, some sort of metal flooring that acted as the ground for the room above, was a similar distance away.

A metal staircase with railings wrapped all the way around the outer edge of the room, leading to opening to the next floor up.

On the first floor, tables covered in tool and magical artifacts were scattered seemingly at random, some placed directly together, while others were kept at a distance.

One table nearest to the base of the staircase held a silver ring with a dark stone embedded within it, radiating the oil-slick magical energy that had been the source of so much conflict.

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Tairais  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

Stairs. Tricky things, not meant for claws-and-feet, metal and scraping for things that were more... present than it was.

A task for later, those steps that led to hidden things.

Wer'Vemud turned its attention first to the ring that whispered uncleanliness, a foul affront to comfort-in-dark, dark-where-things-heal-and-bleed.

Silent feet- claws-and-feet- traipsed across the room to the ring. Taloned hands, eyes-in-hands to the ceiling, hovered over the ring as if in blessing, the pupils within their hands rolling, hiding to stare at the terrible thing, accursed thing.

It was wrong, this oil-slick darkness, the desire to consume turned foul with greed.

Taloned hands, eyes-in-hands, made a bubble to pull enchantment from the air and surrounded the ring with it, a faint shimmer appearing, for all intents and purposes, of its own volition. A vacuum, full of pressure-heat-nothing falling in an instance, metal-and-stone rendered inert with a hidden snarl from both-mouths-and-many-teeth, splitting skin.

A flash, not unlike a lightbulb suddenly bursting with no sound, was all that fell into the quietly Singing air. In its place lay a small ball of metal, no bigger than a pebble, now.

That task done, Wer'Vemud stepped aside, waiting a moment to see if the one who wielded that corrupted darkness would feel its loss and come to see the twisted metal that remained.

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Helen Jekyll  Tairais • 6 months ago

There came the faint, distant sounds of rustling paper and the creak of wood echoing down from the upstairs, but nothing more.

It seemed the ring's destruction, along with the magic inside, had gone unnoticed.

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Tairais  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

Wicked grins split its skull and neck like livid knife wounds, hunger making their teeth ache in so terribly a familiar manner.

Up the stairs, then, on claws-and-feet that made no sound as it stalked towards the sound-maker. Wer'Vemud could see the faint shimmer of the wrong-darkness, cloying and distinct in its scent.

It sought to know the face its prey wore before they tore it off, feeling some measure of respect (if in a roundabout way of hunter-to-hunter) was needed before the feast.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

Lewis took the opportunity to quickly bring his forearms up to block the magic from reaching his head. In the same sudden motion, he used his hands to snatch the moth mask off the being, after which Weir immediately gave the cultist a Glasgow kiss.

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Tairais • 6 months ago

(( 🎆🎉🎆 Woo! 🎆🎉🎆 ))

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Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

((Continuation of the Other Rp!

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His features altered fully at that, a chorus of cracks their accompaniment as bone and muscle and sinew shifted.

"Neither. Was. I."

He held her gaze, his own cold as steel and burning like flame.))

Hela actually growled in return, ire temporarily stealing her ability to speak for another instant as restless impatience rippled through her form.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

There was a knife in her hand now, though she couldn't recall drawing it, her knuckles white as she gripped the handle.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago • edited

Never once breaking eye contact, he set the sandwich aside on the mantel.

"No."

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Mz.Hyde Mod  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

Her disbelief and frustration at him only further ignited into rage, and, with a roar, she seized the chair his trousers were resting on, brushing off the piece of clothing onto the floor as she turned to slam the furniture into Weir's side.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago • edited

There the trousers went, in all their dampness, onto the dusty floor.

Here the chair came, careening toward his left side.

Instinctively, he grabbed the leg before it could hit him, going with the momentum to tuck his elbow and his grasping fist by his side.

He then extended his arm with a snap to shove the chair at speed toward Hela's chest as he let go.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

She hadn't been expecting her attack to be so swiftly redirected and so staggered at the sudden blow to her chest, half doubling over as her breath left her in an audible whoosh.

Through the pain, she managed to look back up to Weir with a glare, still gasping.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

He took the opportunity to throw the shirt he still held at her face--after all, it was already dirty--with the aim of obscuring her vision.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

Hela flinched from mid torso up at the sight of something flying towards her face, raising her arm with her palm turned outward to catch it.

The shirt landed on her hand and forearm with a wet flop and the sensation was surprising enough that it took her an extra moment to process, temporarily disrupting her gut reaction to chuck the thing aside.

What the Hell? came a brief thought of confusion.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

In the next moment, he'd sidled around behind her as he'd snatched the shirt back and wound it round her neck as a garrote.

He twisted the ends to tighten it even as he used it to lift her free of the floor.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

A strangled hissing sound escaped the Hyde as she began to thrash violently the instant the cloth touched her throat before air and blood both were cut off by the hold, preventing her from managing anything more.

Though being lifted removed much of her leverage, that didn't stop her from kicking her legs in a desperate frenzy to get free, one hand coming to claw at the make-shift garrote.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

Her struggles did nothing to dissuade him from continuing his course of action. He could only attribute the fact her neck wasn't already broken to the potion they'd earlier imbibed.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

When she failed at first to pry off the clothing, she reached her other hand up to clutch at it as well, the knife she held within it hindering her efforts--her knife.

Without another thought, she flipped her grip on the weapon and drove the blade backward at where she judged Weir's torso to be, hoping beyond hope to inflict enough damage to be released--she had precious few seconds before she lost consciousness.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago • edited

The blade came at him unexpectedly, as anyone else's neck would've snapped by now--she should've lost consciousness at the very least.

He dodged in time enough that all it struck was a glancing blow to his left side. The knife swiped through his undershirt and left a surface cut in his skin so shallow it barely bled.

In avoiding the worst of it, though, he'd inadvertently lost his grip on one end of the makeshift garrote, allowing Hela to slip free.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

Hela hardly had time to dwell on the rush of blood and oxygen back to her brain as she drew in a ragged breath, landing back on her own two feet and pivoting rapidly to lash out at him again in a move born of pure instinct rather than the desire to hit any particular target.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

He pivoted on his left foot so that only his left side faced Hela. As the knife was in her left hand, it gouged only the empty air where his right pectoral muscle had been a mere moment before.

Her own momentum now working against her, he sought to add to it--he quickly snapped his right elbow out and backward so that it hit the back of her neck as she went by.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

A sudden pain and the realization that she'd missed struck simultaneously as Hela found herself falling past Lewis.

All too aware that remaining on the ground for any length of time would not go well for her, she tucked and rolled with the motion of both the blow and her own failed attack, quickly popping back to her feet and whirling about to meet the next assault.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

This put her in the corner of the foyer, her back to the wall, the fireplace ahead of her to the right and the end of the table to her immediate left.

He turned to see her whirl to face him just as he used his left hand to pick up an iron poker from beside the fireplace.

Undeterred, he pressed the attack, bringing the rod down at speed to hit her in the crook of the elbow of the arm that held the knife.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

Wasn't fast enough--

The thought had hardly registered when the makeshift weapon blurred through the air to make contact with her arm.

There was a violent roar of pain and her knife clattered to the floor a half breath later as she sagged, grasping just above the injured spot.

Then, as agony turned to rage, she snarled, releasing her arm and making to charge him.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

He made no move to dodge her, instead bringing the poker up level with her chest as he lunged forward. Gripping the rod firmly with both hands, he used strength and momentum both to thrust the point right at her heart.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

His aim was true--both Hela's heart and one of her lungs were punctured by the sharpened end of the metal as it slipped between her ribs.

A shuddered breath rattled the woman's form, sounding for all the world like a dying gasp as she wrapped both hands tightly around the poker.

Then, glancing up, she fixed her attacker with a look of pure, unadulterated loathing.

"God, I hate you," she rasped, venom dripping from every last word.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago • edited

Those sounded like last words if ever he'd heard them. It was a testament to her strength of will, he presumed, that she'd been able to get them out at all.

He pulled back on the poker to ready a finishing strike to her eye...only to discover the rod wouldn't budge.

He blinked, confused.

His gaze wandered down the length of the poker to Hela's hands...which still gripped it, hold as tight as ever.

That...didn't make sense to him, in the moment.

Belatedly, with the suddenness and shock of a sleeper woken by a loud gong, he remembered the potion they'd both taken, and how it was supposed to make one resistant to dying.

Apparently, he realized with alarm as he beheld Hela, the stuff worked.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago • edited

"Don't," she managed with a growl at his attempt to pull the weapon away, sounding tremendously strained, "Even think about it."

She moved one of her hands from the area right where the metal entered her further towards the poker's handle, grasping a spot just past Weir's hand that rested near the middle. Then, bracing herself in order to minimize movement in her upper body as best she could, she snaked out her left foot to try and kick Lewis in a particularly tender spot near the ankle.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago • edited

His response was to leap back instinctively as he let go of the rod, putting distance between himself and the thing that would not die.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his sandwich on the mantel.

All this... the thought came to him as if from a distance, over a sandwich and damp clothes.

Though he didn't take his gaze off Hela, he did straighten, dropping his shoulders. His expression was that of a man who'd come to a dawning realization he now had to factor into his future course of action.

"Huh."

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

A gruff exhale of what could've been relief escaped Hela as he backed off, though it was mingled with enough pain and vexation that it made it difficult to tell.

" 'You done now?" she asked with wariness and weariness both, continuing to hold the poker in place within her chest.

It was clear she'd lost interest in fighting him, even if he wasn't exactly her favorite person at the moment--finding a spot to lick her wounds and recover was simply more appealing.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago • edited

"Are...you?" he asked in return.

He didn't wish to let down his guard entirely and risk being caught by surprise.

Yet perhaps they didn't need to continue this fight after all.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

Hela gave a bark of laughter at that, the sound sharp and pained and bitter.

"I've a goddamned fire poker sticking out of my bloody chest, I think it'd be best for me to keep from doing anything to aggravate that," she replied with a rumble that was either a sarcastic chuckle or the beginnings of a cough.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"Fair enough," he acknowledged with a shrug as he shifted back to his usual guise.

Lewis picked his sandwich up off the mantel with a look of chagrin--the lower slice of bread was rather dusty on the bottom.

"Damn."

He headed into the kitchen, replaced it with a fresh piece, and finished the sandwich in little time at all.

This done, he set to making another.

He was about to ask Hela if she wanted anything...when he thought better of it.

She probably wants to kill me, he reasoned, after she's patched herself up.

Ah, well.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

Once Lewis left the room, Hela sagged back into the corner behind her, carefully lowering herself to the floor.

She took a few moments to simply breathe as best she could, readying herself.

Then, gritting her teeth, she adjusted her grip on the poker and slid it out a fraction of an inch with painstaking slowness, a low hiss escaping her at the sensation.

Afterwards, she stopped, leaning her head back against the wall with a grunt of discomfort as she waited for the sting to fade.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago • edited

Lewis assembled and ate the second sandwich, then proceeded to make a third.

Halfway through this last, as his hunger faded, he became aware of another need--likely roused by the preceding violence.

Hm--I really could do with a shag.

Briefly, he considered Hela. She was, after all, the nearest available target, and in a weakened state, to boot.

Yet he thought of the effect it might have on the twins if they came down to witness such a sight--which they just might, if Hela continued to put up a fight, as she likely would.

If nothing else, they might hear what happened.

He finished the sandwich and sighed--he'd have to look elsewhere. And, for that, he'd need his clothes. Preferably once they were dry.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

About a minute passed and, after allowing herself a few moments, she started process again--shift of her grip, slow and careful removal of the weapon by only half an inch at most, then another break to allow her body to heal.

I'm going to be doing this for half an hour, she thought glumly, grimacing in pain and displeasure, And I've still not food or an empty house.

But, those complaints paled in comparison to her near death by strangulation--she really needed to find a way to better withstand that sort of attack, should her guest decide to use it again.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

Lewis strode from the kitchen to the fireplace with the aim of collecting and drying his clothing.

Oh, she's not dead, he silently observed with a glance to Hela. Not only that, she had the poker out a bit farther than where he'd shoved it, yet wasn't bleeding to death.

"My, you're quite durable," he remarked offhandedly as he retrieved his trousers from the floor.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

"And you're quite good with a pointed metal stick," returned Hela with guarded nonchalance and a warning look, not terribly keen on him being near, " 'Guess we balance each other out."

Now that he was closer, it was evident that, though she did have a slight ring of red staining the puncture wound, it did not seem to be growing at all--any bleeding she'd done had taken place immediately after being stabbed and seemed to have stopped rather quickly.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"Mm."

He flipped the trousers inside-out, turned their length to be horizontal, and held them before the flames.

"Is that an effect of the potion we took, or is it just you? I'd be lying if I denied I'm impressed you've not bled out."

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

"Me--I've been tinkered with since the doctor took an interest in preserving humanity, and some of it happened to actually prove useful," she related, managing a chuckle that didn't feel as though she was being stabbed once more. " 'Wouldn't recommend, a lot of it is worse than what she gave you in flavor, effects....everything."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"Interesting," he remarked.

"Did she use herself as a guinea pig first and the effects simply transfer to you? Or were you a more active participant?"

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

"Both; one, then the other."

Hela cleared her throat gruffly to try and dispel a sudden throbbing of her wound, though she managed to keep her gaze on Weir despite the distraction.

"Second became necessary, with the company she'd keep."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"That sounds unpleasant," he presumed, as to the latter.

"Was it Ayato?"

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

"Him, a policeman, death demon, pair of pain inducin' hell children, and...loads of others."

She exhaled in a weary sigh, the breath shallow from pain and exasperated at the memories.

"You probably get the picture."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"Good God," said Lewis.

What type of Hell dimension is this?

"Those all sound particularly unpleasant."

He turned his trousers over to warm the other side.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

Hela managed a half shrug without jolting the poker too terribly.

"Lots of things are, and they're dealt with now," she said, then paused, glancing from her wound to Lewis.

"Speaking of...mind if I deal with this, or are you the squeamish sort?"

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"Not at all," Weir replied in answer to both.

He turned fully toward Hela to get a better view.

"If anything, I'm curious to see what it looks like."

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

"You'll have to wait a bit for any grand viewing, I'm not removing the whole bloody thing at once," she informed him, wanting to make certain he didn't get the wrong impression.

With a grunt, Hela eased the poker a little further out, her hands steady enough that the motion was almost imperceptibly slow.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"Ah," said Lewis.

That's good to know.

He watched her carefully.

"Do you...heal after each wee little push there?" he hypothesized as he cocked his head at the sight.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

" 'Try to." A flicker of a grimace, and she stopped speaking for several moments, breathing uneven as her hands stilled.

" 'Takes a bit, though. 'Mostly don't wanna cause more damage, pulling it fast--hurts like hell already."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"I should imagine," put in Lewis.

He turned his gaze back to the fireplace, impatient for his clothes to dry.

He set the trousers aside for a moment to retrieve the twisted shirt that had served as a garrote. This, he shook out in an attempt to eliminate some of the wrinkles.

He righted the chair he and Hela had utilized in their fight and set it close to the fire. He then turned the trousers right-side-out and placed them over this chair.

Lastly, he turned the shirt inside-out and held it up to the fire.

All these actions brought to mind how very quickly the conflict had escalated. Not that he was surprised, necessarily, given how cranky he and Hela both had been. Yet it was a special brand of violence the two of them had sought to inflict upon each other.

Hell is two Hydes fighting, he thought with a mixture of chagrin and pride.

"You certainly gave me a run for my money, by the by," he remarked with both a hint of annoyance and an undercurrent of grudging respect.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

A smirk, haughty but with a bit of fellow-feeling mixed in.

" 'ad loads of practice with fights, though I haven't had as much trouble as you gave me in awhile."

Hela tilted her head in consideration, recalling past struggles.

" 'Last time must've been taking on Ayato alone, so....congrats on being an absolute pain," she said, chuckling lightly.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"Heh. Likewise," he returned with a smirk of amusement as he met her gaze once more.

"I'm no stranger to a brawl, myself."

A thought occurred, and he gave voice to it, having nothing better to do at the moment.

"What's the most rewarding fight you've ever been in?"

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

"Depends on what you mean by that--the struggle itself or the prize afterward?"

Beginning to grow weary of her position on the floor, Hela held the the rod in place with one hand as she stretched an arm out before her, switching hands to do the other once she'd finished.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"Either. Both," he answered with a shrug as he turned the shirt upside-down to better dry where the sleeves connected to the rest of it.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

She hummed in consideration.

"Nyx was a fun one to fight, for the first--'knew just enough to be a challenge, plus one could never tell what she'd do with those wings of hers."

"The second...That'd have to be when I finally cleared out all the unwanted guests staying here.

A sigh of contentment as she recalled the violent struggle and its aftermath.

"There had been about twenty people in this one house, so getting rid of them all was a breath of fresh air."

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 6 months ago

"Twenty people?" echoed Weir, flabbergasted at the number, as he turned his head to look at her.

"'Sounds like a bloody tenement." It was obvious by his tone he found the very thought of such an untenable situation repulsive.

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Setae • 6 months ago

Happy anniversary!

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MillieGriffin • 6 months ago

Happy anniversary! 🎉

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Jekyll1886 • 6 months ago

Happy anniversary! ^_^

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