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@mudmans
RYAN CLARKE has returned to mystic falls! he is a 25 / 900+ year old GOLEM and looks like NICK FINK. he has been described as being ADEPT, but also DECEPTIVE. his last memory is hanging up the payphone, about to jump into the pit.
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"Surely, no more complicated than finding out your brother, who is a vampire, is able to have a child." He needs to find Hayley and Niklaus. But, he wants to find out more information. How did that happen? Did Niklaus come out of hiding? 'Rest assured, I'm well aware there are non-human things out here. I'm one myself."
☕ — There was no way, but then again, what other vampire would — no, could conceive a child. "Hope?" he asked, not wanting to give out too much information.. but needing to know more. "A vampire, I assume?" He paused, debating his next two words. "An original."
Elena sighs. Perhaps she was being a little too quick to judge? "Last time I saw him, he was here," she motions around the room. "Trust me, I get looking for answers. I have no idea what's going on either."
☕ — "Seems we're in the same boat. Clarke," he offered with an extended hand. "Technically, Landon's estranged brother. The only thing we really have in common is our sad excuse for a father."
She knows what he's asking, it's a question she's tried to figure out herself. "I guess losing Landon was more than I could handle," she says. "After everything else I've lost, I guess that was the last thing I could lose." She can't wrap her head around it, turning her humanity off? It sounds impossible. How could se do that to the people she loved? "Christmas.." Right, Christmas. "The time I found out Santa was real," she says. "I remember that. You were the only normal one in the entire school. We had put my blood into your body so you could jump into the pit and destroy Malivore. You didn't make it, obviously."
☕ — He didn't have anything to say, so he chose to stay quiet. There isn't anything to, really, as it was obvious to anyone who knew the two. Their fates destroyed them. It was nature's design. "I figured as much." Clarke nodded. "I remember walking into the park, and then, nothing." It was frustrating to think there was something he was missing, and Hope too. "So, you know for sure Malivore isn't behind this?"
"Mine are too so you aren't exactly alone," he snorted, "and I'm not here to give you methods of coping, I mean unless you want them, just offering to listen"
☕ — "It's been a.. very isolated journey. But, if I am to look positively, this hell I've found myself back in means my father's back in the dirt where he belongs. Here's to hope." He didn't know what to think, or how to feel, let alone process what the future held for him. "Not a lot of people extend that to me."
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"I'm afraid to ask," he admitted, eyeing the other with slight nervousness in his expression. "Let's say the supernatural are real, which I still don't believe, how can you explain why people are being pulled from specific points in history. As in my children, it's obvious I lived much longer after my current age - it doesn't make sense"
☕ — "I wouldn't." Clarke met his nervous stare with a vaguely threatening smirk. Not that he had any problem talking about the torture and torment he endured, no, he just knew it wasn't very fun for the audience. "That's the part we don't get either. If I did, I'd tell you. Probably. Magic isn't supposed to be able to do this. Everything has its rules."
"I got you," he said, reaching out to steady the other, waiting as he like everyone else seemed to be experiencing something magical, and not in a good way. Delcan chuckled slightly at the other's words. "Yes, now would be a bad time for an I told you so?" he joked. "You okay?"
☕ — Clarke's head whipped 'round to look at the other. Of course he looked a little annoyed, mostly frazzled, with his lips and brows tight. "Very funny," he offered with a eyebrow tilt, but his smile curved up. After nonchalantly checking for blood again on his hand, he shook the other off and nodded. "Yup. Right as rain."
"I got you," he said, reaching out to steady the other, waiting as he like everyone else seemed to be experiencing something magical, and not in a good way. Delcan chuckled slightly at the other's words. "Yes, now would be a bad time for an I told you so," he joked. ""I got you," he said, reaching out to steady the other, waiting as he like everyone else seemed to be experiencing something magical, and not in a good way. Delcan chuckled slightly at the other's words. "Yes, now would be a bad time for an I told you so," he joked. "You okay?"
☕ — Clarke's head whipped 'round to look at the other. Of course he looked a little annoyed, mostly frazzled, with his lips and brows tight. "Very funny," he offered with a eyebrow tilt, but his smile curved up. After nonchalantly checking for blood again on his hand, he shook it off and nodded. "Yup. Right as rain."
"I don't know, I don't want to think of such things," he huffed with a wave of his hand, not wanting to think about things that were different to him - the thought of it scaring him to no end. "So you're saying you died as well?"
☕ — "Death is subjective. I think what I had awaiting me was much, much worse, so I can appreciate this second chance." Returning to Malivore like he was, with the limited patience his father had? He really had no clue what he was walking, or jumping, into at the time.
"Me neither," he said, a stark contrast to the human version of him that had always wanted children - who had children that were stripped from him. "Hey, if you ever need the go-to for something consider me your guy"
☕ — "For unsolicited advice?" he teased. "I wouldn't take it to heart. My daddy issues are centuries deep. I've tried all the outlets." How true that last statement was, no one could know for sure.
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Hope pauses, now realizing that perhaps they weren't on the same page. That this isn't the Ryan Clarke she knew. Maybe she shouldn't have been so eager to forgive before asking questions. "Malivore," she says, her tone conveying how obvious it should be. "Landon got pulled in, possessed, he tried to kill you, then I killed both of them - at least, according to Lizzie, I don't actually remember that part, which is probably for the best considering I, apparently, turned my humanity off then too." She looks at him, studying him now. "What's the last thing you remember?"
☕ — To say the information came as a bit of a shock would be understating the severity of it all. Clarke was having a rough time even processing it. "Why would you do that?" he asked without filter. It just came out. He knew the why, and truthfully, he could relate. If he could just turn it off, he would have done it eons ago. Where he was confused was how she could go through with hurting everyone who loved her — how she could just give up on that. He's pulled back, and nodded before answering. "Christmas. You had thwarted me and I, I don't know how you'd describe it." He'd chosen to do good with the limited time he had left. "Do you remember?"
Landon looked at the other when he said his name. "So we know each other then?" He asked. Guess he would have to get used to that. The next question he didn't need any getting used too, it had been like since day one of knowing Hope. "Around," he said, looking at the field. "Everyone is here."
☕ — He blinked a few times. "Right. Memory problems," he thought aloud. "It's kind of a long story. You and I, hardly friendly, but Hope and I have an understanding — and she might need our help."
"I guess," she said. "I did not consider it, given my sister and I are never apart. Though it seems that people here know of... or of her. In a way that they do not seem to know me. So I don't know if that's a clue either."
☕ — "Yeah, I would say it is, but that's the thing about clues. Everything tells you something as long as you know how to look." She seemed willing enough to divulge this information, so he pressed on: "Who is your sister?"
Declan smirked lightly at the question. It was a good one. "Hope," he said, knowing that Ryan wouldn't get the connection from just him saying that he knew her. "Her aunt is a friend of mine, when she forgot, I figured Hope could use someone that recalls her. Plus if it turns out her family doesn't recall a time when she was alive... the world might be in for it."
☕ — "Good point." Clarke hadn't realized things had become this dire. Hope's family and friends, possibly forgetting her? He knew how well that went last time.
It had Declan considered that the other before him had little connection to the person he knew. But when he asked his question, Declan did nod slightly. It was a good question, however maybe his answer did mean something. "I haven't," he said. No that he was aware of. "It is the same day I have memories to, and I am yet to met anyone that recalls more than me. Just alot of people that have forgotten." He didn't know if that was a problem, but that was what it was.
☕ — Whether it was the attitude, or the fact he clearly had more time intact than Clarke did, the golem had expected that to be the answer. "So, what are you doing here? Or should I say, for whom are you here for?"
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Damon eyed the bag the man was holding. "Takis, huh? And what exactly are they?"
☕ — "Hot chip. Want to try one?"
"Were you not Human before?"
☕ — Vision, and focus, still blurry from the memory, he stared at the stranger with what could only translate as confusion and alarm. "It's complicated," he said, remembering only after that he was currently surrounded by supernaturals and— in spite of the knee-jerk reaction— shouldn't have felt as guarded as he did.
