Lazarus Has Risen

Well, here’s Lazarus!

Smooth, very smooth. Looks like this would be a good candidate.

“Ehhh…if I told you that’d ruin the surprise, so…”

“Oh what the heckie, I’ll just go for it! Ahem!”

Taking out her phone, Mary Sue promptly presses play on some fitting background music before giving her target a radiant smile.

“The truth is, I’ve been in love with you since we were both kids!”

“I’ve waited years for this moment, guarding my feelings in the deepest depths of my heart…but no more!”

“Today I’m going to take happiness with my own hands and set it free.”

“SO PLEASE, BOB! MARRY ME!!!”

Lazarus is still for awhile, quiet and attentive as the other fusses with her phone. When the music starts, Lazarus leans on their cane and slowly goes from amused attentiveness to a strange feeling of deja vu. Shit. This was them years ago, still in high school and absolutely ready to marry their high school sweetheart if it meant getting the fuck out of the overcrowded house. 

Considering that Bob was a nickname for his ex-fiancee, Lazarus ends out letting out a strangled sound, before burying their face in one hand. 

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“Ahhhh, waitwaitwait!”

“You there, cutie with the white hair!”

Mary Sue is all silken skirts and shampoo commercial aesthetic as she bounces past patches of sunlight towards her latest target in the parks of Cotes.

“Lemme guess, you’re basically 6 feet, right?”

“’Cause I totally need someone taller to pull this off right!”

Lazarus, the only person they know with white hair, pauses in their tracks and turns to look over their shoulder, all wide eyes and confused expression. Cutie? Them? Wild, but not unwelcome, given everything that’s happened. 

“Me? Yeah, close enough. I can be six foot if you want me to be.” Five-eleven never hurt anybody, after all, and a good pair of shoes can easily make Lazarus a solid 6′1″. 

// I’m going to skip this event with Laz because he’s just a man with frog n mushroom vibes and a grave discomfort surrounding sheer drops, and I want to focus on my other muse. Either way, I’ve neglected my boy, and am going to clear out my threads for the time being! Feel free to poke me if you really want to continue, though. 

Hey guys! This feels like the most coherent way to do this, so I’ve gone ahead and created a google form to do my shipping call on. Just follow the link, fill out what you’re interested in, and I’ll make a point to come and chat with you!

Some notes first:

- In terms of shipping, Lazarus is pansexual. He is also 18+ (as am I!). You and your muse need to be 18+ to ship with them. 

- Please fill this out individually if you have multiple muses you’d like to interact with! It helps me keep track of things.

- Lazarus is a fairly easy person to get along with. They’re friendly and sociable, and frequently approach people and like to text first. If your muse is shyer, I’m happy to have Laz take the initiative in being friendly. 

- I’m literally down for anything, so have at it. 

mushrooomking replied to your post: “Uh… hm. Do I, like, dye my eyebrows purple to…

Easy solution. Just ombre your brows brown to purple. Best of both worlds, and opportunities for eyebrow compliments.

“…I don’t hate that idea.”

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Okay. That’s a little… weird? But whatever floats their boat, Mike guesses. If that’s their goal, well… All in good fun, right? Their smile’s kind of infectious though.

“Most places close pretty early I think, dude. Except for a few of the restaurants, a couple coffee shops, and the stuff in the red light district… and obviously the bars, I don’t usually see much of anythin’ stay open past maybe ten or eleven?”

He could be wrong about the exact times, but he’s pretty sure he’s seen most shops at least closing up relatively early in the evening either way.

“Oh–” Right, he always gets ahead of himself these days and forgets about introducing himself. “Ya can call me Mike. And you’re… Lazarus, huh. Interesting name.”

“Well, I was gonna grab a drink here first now that it’s not as busy, if you wanted to join me for a few? Like I said, they’ll be open for another couple hours. Can’t tell you whether they make a good latte or not, though.” He’s more of a hot chocolate type of person, unless it’s early morning, then he’ll maybe go for some kind of coffee-related beverage if he’s got to be up at those hours.

If its notably, deal-breakingly weird, Lazarus doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, he offers a slow nod to the explanation about closing. It’s like that around his parents house, but his own apartment, a few miles closer to downtown, has the luxury of some late night places. Lazarus, with his perpetual sleeplessness, takes advantage of the situation. 

“Oh, I can work with a few places. It’s better than nothing. I lived in this one place where the streets rolled up at sundown, and that was, fuck, that was the worst.” Briefly, Lazarus seems aware of himself, and folds his arms. “Uh, sorry, language. I forget that people aren’t always cool with it.”

The name comment earns a chuckle. “Yeah well, my mom had a whole theme going with us. Mike though? Cool, good to meet you.” That much had been true, though he was of the opinion that his own name was probably among the strangest of the seven. 

“I’d be down.” It’s nice to be invited to something, and so, Lazarus straightens up a bit and looks a little more lively. “Let me go order and see if I can convince someone to bring my drink out so I can sit down. I’ve been walking around all dang day and I need to sit down sooner rather than later.” 

With that, he’s off, returning a few minutes later with a short paper receipt. 

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HORTICULTURESCOPES. ❝A cactus?❞ Flower pot wedged in both hands, Aizawa pondered the results of his scan and consequential match up with the prickly succulent. He would have liked to derive a more…decorative plant to brighten his stark living quarters, something sprouting yellow or pink petals perhaps, but it was not to be.

❝At least they don’t take much looking after.❞ 

“That’s a prickly pear! At least I think so.” Lazarus offers his comment from behind the leaves of his pothos plant, peering in between them to get a better look at the plant. Lazarus has a soft spot for cacti, given all the years they spent with it being the only option. When it’s too hot for trees, cacti are the only way to go. “You’re right, they’re really easy.” 

Six siblings? He whistles. And here he thought just one was bad. But it seems as though they aren’t taking Badou’s words seriously. Not his problem, ultimately, but still.

“You just wait awhile and you’ll see exactly what I mean. And when you do, you can tell me all about it.” 

Pop off. That’s a good indication of…? he isn’t sure, actually. This argument could go anywhere at this point.

The whistle earns a laugh, Lazarus’s expression breaking into a more wily grin. “It’s as much as it sounds like, which is a lot. I’m surprised we got as far as me, much less the last two kids.” 

Admittedly, they’re not taking Badou as seriously as they could. Lazarus feels like they’ve seen a world full of weird, and feel just too wrong against the background of the world for something to seem well and truly bizarre. When Badou starts preaching, Lazarus offers a small shrug.

// I was going to catch up on my replies tonight, but I have a tendon bothering me all of a sudden. F... 

At some point during the time she had finally submitted some online job applications to some of the local businesses around here, a festival had started. Unlike the last one, not a single soul was causing a a ruckus on the streets. A less exciting, but preferable turnout in her eyes. Nanami favored the feeling of spring more so than the other seasons, as it meant a more fruitful bounty of fruits and vegetables to pick between.

Here? Her needs for food were taken care of, so she as left with getting to know the layout of the sudden springtime events. While not particularly excited about them, that didn’t mean she would go out of her way to avoid them. The outline of kites occasionally made their way across the sky above.

A sudden shock of long white hair and a voice addressing her from the side quickly grabbed her attention, only for her to realize that she was face to face with yet another stranger. As always, her face remained as expressive as a polished stone.      

“No. I’ve never expressed much of an interest in doing so. I think the last time I saw a kite was when my little brother tried to fly one. He was only 8 years old at the time.“ The purple-eyed girl could only faintly recall the memory, yet there it was. Amid all of the memories of stolen training, there were still bits of her childhood that clung to the back of her mind.

“I don’t quite understand the appeal. But what of you? Is it a hobby of yours?“

If their presence was a surprise, or a reminder of some sort, Lazarus remains blissfully unaware. They’ve had the luxury of never being mistaken for someone else in their life, something they consider maybe just a bit unusual. It’s been even more the case since their hair turned this color in the first place, a small source of pride now, rather than something that just exists. 

Back to the talk of kites. They don’t have an excess of memories relating to them, but Lazarus does know how to fly one. There had been a kite festival in the state, one their parents had brought them and several siblings to a few times. It was never impressive enough to them to warrant going every year, but Lazarus and their siblings often needed more to focus on than that. 

Nevertheless, they shrug in reply to the question. “It’s not a hobby, but I like watching them fly. I don’t have the grip strength anymore.” A roll of their eyes follows, though it isn’t directed to the other. “I’m personally a fan of kites that look like animals. I think koi fish are my favorite.” 

This isn’t the best thing to tell strangers, but whatever! Life is short and amazingly fragile, isn’t it?

Susie nods in response. “Yes, that makes sense. I assure you, whatever your needs may be, this place can more than meet your standards.” Even if it’s not a convenience store.

Susie leads them to a pleasantly blue cafe. The automatic doors slide open with the jingle of a bell. In addition to the usual counter, there’s also an electronic kiosk with a label reading “SusieCorp” and a logo that looks like her face.

“And here we are!” announces Susie. “Welcome to Pandora Cafe! Would you like to place your order upfront, or order off our digital menu?”

“Oh!” Lazarus’ reaction isn’t quite explosive, but seems to radiate out from her. It’s something she’s always been good at, projecting her voice and seeming bigger than her lanky frame.  It’s much more of an accident here, considering that a man walking his dog startles at the sound, and gives Lazarus a wide eyed look. 

She hadn’t gone as far as to consider that the other residents of this strange place had settled in. It wasn’t impossible, and Lazarus just feels silly, standing here like an idiot and staring at the building.

“This is your place? That’s cool- where’d you get the name from? I don’t want to assume it’s the old mythos, but I figure it’s worth asking.” Lazarus likes those old stories though, so it garners a small smile despite the questioning.