My RP BLOG

Ether walked towards the area they were to meet Astor. Feeling excited after not seeing their sibling in a few months as they’ve been busy with some new job. They took a long breath in before readjusting their human clothes, hoping Astor would appreciate that Ether dressed up for her.

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"Do you want to go?" Vic was willing to go along with whatever the teen decided. Dia was clearly uncomfortable, staring at the brunette with an odd look in his eye. Vic felt a fresh surge of gilt rise in his gut. This was all his fault. If he hadn’t been so god damn curious, hadn’t kissed Dia, the blonde wouldn’t be so uncomfortable. He wouldn’t be surprised if the teen never went near him again, didn’t trust him again. He cursed his lack of will power.

"Uh sure." He muttered. If it got him out of the hotel then he'd do anything. He wasn't enjoying this place and each passing moment everything only got weirder. The girl smiled beckoning them to follow. Without thinking Dia grabbed Vic's hand. He squeezed it tightly even though there was a dulling pain in his body he ignored it. Dia could act tough but honestly this situation had him scared out of his wits. Hellish happy people, the ghost girl, the arms that grabbed him. He wanted to turn back from the start but god damn fucking pie had to be strawberry.

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Vic let the jibe fall uncontested, “Ya… you ran like hell and by the time I caught up you were just passed out on the floor…I thought you could use some sleep. So much for that.” He looked skeptically at Dia, “Actually, I’m not convinced you’re alright. You should rest. I promise I wont attack you again, consider my curiosity sated.”

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"Probably better that way. I don’t think you could take what I have to offer." The brunette claimed as suggestively as possible. "Apparently, I’m packing enough power to become a ghost." Vic mentally cursed himself; he’d actually used the ‘My penis is bigger than yours card’. Despite his air of confidence, he still felt like shit. Kissing someone without permission was so not okay. The charade slipped, "Sorry…" He whispered, "I didn’t mean to hurt you…" God he was pathetic.

Dia shrugged. "Whatever. Besides Mr. Heart. Don't think you anything special i bring people back to life all the time, remember? I mean can you have an awesome skeleton dog? No you can't. You wouldn't be able to handle all of this." He laughed gesturing to himself. Though his face fell as he remembered the girl in the hallway. He look around at the room. "We're still in Hershen..." 

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"My body is lying in the central square at home with no heart, you would know I was dead if you saw me much less touched me. But by myself? How the fuck does that make sense? Besides when I left home you were the only person who could see me." He was pacing now, letting Dia’s words rush through his head, "Wait. Am I making you sick. And you never answered my question about kissing."

Dia rubbed the back of his neck. "Too many questions. My head hurts and all you do is make it worse." He placed his hands on his face letting out a loud sigh. "I am a Necromancer, correct?" He asked rhetorically. "Yes. I am. So usually if you had died and you came back to life as..." He waved his hands towards Vic. "It would be assumed that i brought you back to life." He paused for a moment as if to suggest that Vic was slow. "But I didn't touch you, right? As we have established. So therefore you are doing this ghost thing all by yourself. Now since you do this ghost thing by yourself  and you recently died...when you touch me," Dia poked Vic for effect. He swallowed back he urge to get sick. "Magic happens and for a few seconds your actually alive cause i have sweet bitchin powers like that. Now imagine for a moment how much energy that takes to do that. Its a lot and it's really tiring. So you make me sick. I hope you get the pun here." He smirked. "Also the kissing thing is none of your business including our kisses, even though i kissed you, this" He waved a finger between the two of them. "Ain't a thing, sweet heart." 

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The kiss sent sparks of sensation through his core, but he was so surprised he hardly noticed. “I’m sorry! I should’ve told you but- wait how do you know I’m dead anyway? What does kissing have to do with anything?” Sure the kiss was… reactive, but how could he identify the dead that way?

Dia shook his head. "What the fuck? No wonder I've been feeling sick." Dia sat back down. "Wait but if others can see you you're probably not my fault. Since i didn't touch your dead body.... So your doing this on your own." Dia rubbed the back of this neck. He looked at Vic taking in his questions finally but he decided it was better not to answer them.

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Vic choked on his surprise. He wasn’t keen to admit to kiss or killing the blonde. "I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…" He stuttered.  He felt as if he had stolen something from Dia. The overload of sensation mixed with his bewilderment. He remained tongue tied as confusion thrummed through his head.

Dia stared at Vic for a moment, the choking sensation was familiar. That kind of kiss was extremely familiar. His eyes went wide and he stood up, pulling Vic into a kiss by his shirt. He quickly pulled away. "You're fucking dead?"

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Dia felt like he was choking suddenly. His lips burned and he blinked his eyes open finding Vic stumbling away. "What the fuck did you just do?" Dia asked he placed a hand on his throat trying to suck air back in. His head pounded and he felt dizzy. "Am I dying? I feel like I'm fucking dying." He blinked a few times before looking at Vic. "Did you just kiss me or like stab me cause right now I can't tell?"  He took a few more deep breathes. "Everything hurts." Dia whined finally ending his rant. 

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Vic scrambled out of the car after Dia. He was somewhat peeved at the attention the woman was giving him. Still, she could see him and it wasn’t as if the blonde was his to safeguard. He felt compelled to give her a second chance. Trailing behind the two he focused on reversing his first impression. Vic would no longer be a dick; was determined to have a heart.

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Who died and made him team leader. He tried to think of what old Vic would do, back when he had a vicious appetite. Then it occurred to him, he had died. The two were staring directly at him, expectantly looking for an answer. He knew for a fact he was invisible to most people. Maybe being near Dia made him visible. It was in his state of wonder that he completely missed the blonde’s cry for help. “Uhh… The plan was to stay here. Where is the inn?” He wanted to get off the road. The woman was sweet but Vic didn’t like her. He kept seeing Dia wave about the napkin, bragging about the number. Not that it meant anything. He just didn’t like his companion getting more attention than him.