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nocturnirea:

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A mage, a necromancer, a doctor and a man exuding a powerful goth aura form a team, except the punchline is the cessation of their existence. “Haa… I’m fine with leaving the gun in Kairi’s hands for the time being. I doubt I could lift the thing!” Roman heaves a sigh, thankful for the past events that blunted his hysteria down to mild irritation.

“As for names, why is one even necessary? This is like some twisted version of plant the flag! Anyway. We could go for something easy like, I don’t know… Team ‘Dad’ or something, right? It doesn’t have to mean anything.” 

@nocturnirea > @keiisho > @necryptoss

SOMETIMES, FUCKING DRACULA’S JUST THERE. That’s just how it be. Just as the man he merely knew by ‘Lord El Melloi II’, he had no explanation for their gathering. Or more precisely, the reason was clear to him (the looming threat of their existence erased once again. not getting anymore creative, are they) but this unlikely gathering of personalities was not. 

( A flock of shadowy bats gathered and formed into human shape, just a few steps behind them. He joined the sorcerers and the doctor as if it were not to be questioned. ) 

     “THAT DOESN’T MATTER. IT ONLY SERVES FOR THAT BEING TO IDENTIFY US. ‘DEAD’ IS FINE.”

@keiisho​ > @necryptoss​ > @arsnova​

Annoyance quickly turned into shock as the bats formed into bloody Dracula and the professor practically jumped back behind Kairi Shishigou. And by practically, he most certainly did intend to use the necromancer as a meat shield. (What an absolute shite situation this has turned into.)

Clearing his throat and composing himself, he spoke. “So, what? Are we supposed to be myself, Shishigou, Romani, and Lord Dracula - Team Dead Dads or whatever other brilliant thing we can fill in the blanks with-”

“Acknowledged.” The voice came from where they had originally been facing, and a kit was dropped in front of them. A look of distaste crossed Waver’s face as he put together the pieces.

“I was being sarcastic you absolute dolt-”

Turning on his heel, it’s apparently time to fight with the robot who’s ignoring him. She gave them their package, and that was apparently it. 

@necryptoss​ > @arsnova​ > @nocturnirea​

   Waver’s jump frightened him more than the appearance of Dracula, as did the turn to be his meatshield so he was face to face with the tall vampire.  He looked cooperative, so the professor (and doctor?) had no reason to get so up in arms; it’s just Dracula. The strange alien looking gal deposited the kit in his hands. He blinked at its weight. He’d play with the gun as they went. What a strange thing-- no bullets, just a screen, and pretty light. Not best to shoot it now.

 “Huh. Dead Dads it is, then. Guess that works. ”     Talk about ironic.  Throwing a glance over his shoulder at Waver at Roman to be polite to their guest, he cleared his throat.    “ Where we headed first?  Give us a heading, Dr. Roman.”

@necryptoss @arsnova @nocturnirea

“Tch.” The annoyed click of tongue against teeth was audible as the magus crossed his arms. Happenstance placed the three of them in the place - well, happenstance that Archaman had shown up here. One of the people the lord had plagued during Kairi Shishigou’s absence. A fourth guest, as well, seemed to be brought by the evening rather than happenstance.

“Well, I can’t say I’m entirely sure how we got here, but it seems as though we’ve left with little choice.” A sidelong glance at the other teams forming up, getting the necessary gear, and going. “I suppose we need a name. Any suggestions?”

 Shishigou rubbed his chin. Coming to see what the commotion was, only to be wrapped up in a threat to existence and place objectives. Were the situation not so dire, or the glare he’d receive from the professor, he might have pointed out it was like an old game he played...

“Do we really need a name at the moment? Cant we just have a placeholder. like.. Team.. er.. 「Blank」. We can figure that out on the way. I’m sure that’s fine. Shouldn’t dally too long, but leave the gun to me.”

“Your dad, alright.” Glancing up, nobody seemed to be frantically looking for a little girl. Sighing lightly, he looked back at her. At least she was making eye contact now, that was an improvement.

“Well, young Miss, you’ve bumped into the right man for the job. I make a living solving mysteries, and of course I’d stake my reputation on finding your dad.”

“I’m Lord El-Melloi II, but I don’t like how long that is. If you can keep a secret, you can call me by an incredibly special name only my closest friends call me. Can you do that for me? If so, you can call me Waver.”

Putting the palm of his hand out in front of him, his expression remained gentle. “Now, if you’ll take my hand and describe your dad, I would be honored to escort you to him.”

This man was so nice! The young girl tried her hardest not to start crying again, even if the tingling rose up her whole body. Her chest swelled with both embarrassment and gratitude she failed to express. She bowed her head quickly, nodding. Her fingers tangled before her for a few moments.  She was hesitant. Her father was the one who told her to be careful around strangers, but.. she had no choice. “I’m..Leila..” She took his hand.

A pause in his tirade, his lips pressed into a thin line. Between Terezi’s injuries, Anda’s memories, and everything else, how was he supposed to just rest!? How could he just lie there and take everything in stride. 

Clenched fists shook, his shoulders shuddered, and he closed his eyes for a minute. It wasn’t rage, simply the rising anxiety bubbling up inside of him for the last few days reaching a boiling point. More out of necessity than coaxing, he settled onto the bed, curling up on his side, back facing Shishigou.

Closing his eyes for a minute, another shudder rumbled through his body. They came in three beats, always. He hated it. Not being able to find anybody, and when Kairi Shishigou disappeared again…If he had gone ‘home’ then–

“…”

But he did as he was told and stayed quiet. Honestly, if he had spoken now, he would have simply stammered more and continued to embarrass himself. Everything over the past few days, combined with his distinct lack of sleep, had led him to this state. After what felt like forever in silence, he spoke again. His voice was quiet, a far cry from the angry indignation that had plagued him earlier.

“…I thought you were dead.” And he had good reason to. Because if they all went home, then that meant…

   Waver obliged and he felt a small relief when the weight press on the bed. There was comfort in knowing his words between them still held worth and trust between them. It was for the professor's own good, and perhaps his own. He did not know how to fix it all, or where to begin. The necromancer allowed his eyes to close. Begin begin. He hated beginnings when he never dealt with the ends of it. But, that darn El Melloi II....

@necryptoss / BONEZONE RETURNS

IT WAS UNSHAPELY AND HARDLY WORTH HIS ATTENTION, that bone construct he witnessed being constructed by this stranger. Undeath tethered at his being, but did not corrupt his flesh: a rather half-assed mage, for becoming undead themselves was the true key to unlocking the vastness of the art. But this was not the world that allowed him to demonstrate his dominion over it, so that even something miserable like that stood out for its existence alone.

       “YOU’RE A NECROMANCER? THEY LET YOU KEEP YOUR MAGIC HERE?”

“Hm? Yeah, I am..” 

    They both did the same things, just one later than the other. Preserving life or bringing it back, studies overlapped. Still, Necromancers must be a real horror for any doctor to come to know. However, Shishigou felt a little more comfortable with Dr. Roman than any other doctor he met. A true peer. He was thankful in the man’s understanding in times past and patience to listen. He had been in a bad place before... but what of him?  As Kairi helped Roman tend to things in the doctor’s new home, he noticed their gait was a bit slower, and the slack in their shoulders when they looked away.

   “So, he sent you out here,huh?”    Waver must have been busy to ask his King to come help him, or trusted the King to preform where the professor couldn’t. This part of town was relatively unscathed in whatever event occurred, but the plot of land  Shishigou stood over caught his interest as a Necromancer. A large graveyard with sparce headstones and markers. Kairi’s circuits itched. They drew power and energy from places like this. Strange, yet distant, something didn’t sit right with him. How many graveyards had he been to?

      A lecture.  Or, maybe it was better to say THE lecture. Waver had not stopped talking the moment he was welcomed into Kairi’s condo. Naturally, it didn’t take long for him to located where he was staying.  He understood Waver’s concern for not getting in touch since they arrived to the new city. After all, the necromancer had disappeared for a month without correspondence.   Shishigou had only flopped back on his bed while Waver continued to scold him for another 15 minutes...

The death of Citta will not stop Kairi and Raikou from going back to Chuck E. Cheese’s…

“!!!!!!”

“If you’re gonna shoot me you’ve gotta promise to put my body in the front row of the theater!!!!!” 

casually liberates all the corpses from the morgue and sits them in strategic park benches and bathroom stalls throughout the city bye losers

“Ah-” A note of surprised as he was turned into, and the gaze that matched his own was far too upset to withstand any chastisement. Not as though she were of any age to be chastised - by him at least.

Kneeling down, features uncharacteristically soft for anyone who knew him, he took in the sight. She was alone, it seemed, and ignored by the hustle and bustle of the work day. 

“Sorry for bumping into you, miss.” Voice, again, uncharacteristic for anyone who knew the magus. “Did you perhaps miss your train? Although you seem so mature and independent, it’s hard to imagine you’re here on your own. A lovely young lady shouldn’t be without her proper escort, of course.”

“....”   The girl’s hands tucked themselves under her chin, arms held close as they touched and pulled at her collar, awkwardly. She stared at the stranger, unless what to say. She was reminded time and time again not to talk to strangers, the dangers and what could happen if she was unprepared or didn’t know anyone... But... his voice was calm and not pressuring, and her sobs  dwindled to soft sniffles..