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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on May 3, 2020 14:39:53 GMT -5
Eep.
Jamie clung to the stool like his afterlife depended on it. He stared at the intruding figure with abject horror, disturbed and disgusted by its mangled form, too scared to move or let out even the slightest noise. He didn't know what could've left this soul in such a malformed state or what had brought it here if not Kelsey's own will, but the longer he studied it, the less he wanted to know.
Lobo's hesitant remark drew his curiosity, however. After casting the angel a brief, nervous, confused glance, Jamie turned back to the newcomer, looking it over once more. Its frailty, its gaunt but youthful visage, its pitiful tone... When he took a step back and calmed himself down slightly, Jamie seemed to pick up a mutual sense of fear. Bearing this in mind, he managed to buck up a wee bit and lean forward. "Um... Hello?"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on May 3, 2020 15:25:13 GMT -5
It can't be.
No, seriously, what the hell?
Glancing over the mangled spirit before them, Lobo noticed that the majority of its bulk came from its coat, slipping off its thin shoulders. It was terrified, lost. A wailing soul. After taking a deep breath to calm himself, Lobo locked eyes with the spirit, trying to keep his voice level. "... You... Yer 'im, aren't ya?"
The spirit nodded shakily, loosening its grip, allowing the coat to fall off its shoulder. Another marking was visible atop one hand, still dripping black liquid. The other arm was missing entirely, revealing that the entire limb had been replaced by a metal one, green at the elbow, another marking on top of its hand. Lobo winced slightly at this, but continued. "If ya really are him, say it."
It nodded slowly again, unstable. Black liquid pooled around its bare feet, eyes wider than before. "҉̖̫̗̙̹̻I͖̫̮̠̙̙͟ ͇͓̫̩͙̟̕a̳̼̭̖̫̤m̬̘̭̠͜ͅ.̰̭.̻̺̜͕̰͜.̞͙̹͝ ̤̩͔̼I͖͚̩͝.͉̝͎̝̟̙.͈̞͢.̬͍̜ ̶̮̥̮I̳ ̼̮͎̰̭ḁ̙m̭̬̗̠..̲̻̭̰̹̪͚.̸̺̺̲ ̻̳̭͞a̗͡m̠̱̺͔̼͝.̨̺͔͔.̸͔͖̩͉͔ͅ.̭͍"̬̜͖̺̘̙̩
It seemed unable to get out its name, collapsing on itself, making a wailing sound.
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on May 7, 2020 18:15:08 GMT -5
Jamie recoiled slightly, not so much out of fear than simple shock. The noises that the soul was emitting, while they did invoke pity, were severely discomforting. Its gruesome image was no less upsetting. He didn't want to seem rude, but he couldn't help but be put off on top of being genuinely sympathetic.
"Lobo? What-? Who is this?"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on May 7, 2020 19:16:02 GMT -5
"If it's who I think it is... We could all be in fer a bad time."
Lobo gave the wailing soul a pitiful expression, as it shuddered in place. "It can speak, but it can't seem to get out its own name. Maybe if we give it some paper..." Lobo snapped his fingers, blowing some parchment and a stick of graphite over, handing it over to the mangled spirit. "Okay, ya can't speak, but maybe you can write it?"
The spirit stared blankly at the paper and stick, then back at Lobo and Jamie. "... Okay, that confirms it. You can't read, ergo you can't write. Well... maybe you could... draw it?"
The figure's gaze lingered on the pair for a moment, before dropping the items altogether.
"̪̘̭̣̣I͚͚͈̠̯̤.̛̠̰̪͉̞̜.̤̱̹̣̥.̼͉ I͍̗͎̯ ͍͔̙a̲͍̻̼͖ͅm͙̖̱͞ ̳̬̦̙h͍̙̙̤i̴̝̣͕̖͔͇͓m̗͇͘.̦̖.̼.̬ ̜͎̙̥I͚̳͖̭͖̦͞ ͏͎ạ̤͖̣͔̯m̪̪̻͚͕̮.͏.̜̭̝̣͎̩.̞͚̠̲̮͈ ̷̣̲̮̻h̛͕įm͍̟̞̬̤͇ͅ.̱̭̝̰̲̘̺͘.̹̟̦̥.͏̳ ̶͙̮͓͙A̻̼̝n͎̱̠̻͓d̮̺͔̘ ̪̙h͚͇͙͜e̦̪̺͓̻͞ ͓̜̯̱i̖͕̺̪s̰.̘͙̼͢ͅ.̦͓͢.̳̘͕͝ ͓h̥e͔̲̥̗ ̯̩͢i͡s̝ ̷̭͎͔ͅm̛e̠.̘͍.̻̱̼͎.̠̬̮̖̮̪"̖̲̥̟
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Sept 7, 2020 22:33:13 GMT -5
"W-Wait..."
Though he was still shaking, though the fear was still apparent, Jamie jumped down off the stool and faced the spirit. He shuffled along the floor, his hollow eyes searching, stopping a few feet in front of their guest and meekly leaning over to examine him. With twitching fingers, he held a hand out, gently reaching towards the soul.
He felt a chill... but beyond that, nothing.
"Not a familiar." Jamie retracted his arm, curling it against his chest. "If... If you can't tell us your name, then... can you at least tell us why you're here?"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Sept 8, 2020 9:27:06 GMT -5
"̴Gi͘v̕e...҉ ̷w͢árni̵ng..̨.̛"
The faded figure began to collapse, dissolving into more of the black tar-like substance, letting out a low moan, even as its face remained impassive. "̢Sàv̨e ̵me..̛.͠ a͜m.͜.̴. ͢w̨ea͘po̡n.͞.̕. i̡f̛ not̸..̛.̴" It fell to its knees, looking down, hacking up more of the black fluid, producing a disgusting retching noise.
"́K.̷.. K̷i.͜.̡. KIL̷L ̷M̕E!̕!̧"̀ With this out of the way, the figure fully collapsed, leaving nothing but its coat, its metal arm, and a pool of the black substance behind.
"... I have a hunch as to who that... was..." Lobo's voice had lost its usual bluster, trying to look at anything but the puddle of black goop. "And why it came here. I just hope I'm wrong..."
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Sept 12, 2020 14:33:01 GMT -5
"............"
Jamie stumbled back a few steps, staring at the puddle the spirit left behind. The timidness hadn't abated, but his wide eyes and curved brows now held more sadness than fear. That pathetic tone... That cry for help... The futility... It all struck too close to home.
Scrunching his nose, gripping his fists, Jamie whipped around and looked to Lobo. "Well, if there's any chance that you're right, then tell me! Whatever's happening out there affects us as much as Kelsey and... whoever that was, and I think I'm starting to figure out how I can help! I want to know for sure that there's G** damn SOMETHING I can do to help someone!"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Sept 12, 2020 15:04:06 GMT -5
"... Alright, but disclaimer, I'm just guessin'."
Lobo snapped his fingers, wind blowing the curtains shut, obscuring the pair inside. He tapped the red crystal, its glow illuminating the room. "I'd rather not have anyone eavesdrop on us, not Flint, not the two who made horrible puns, anyone." He called forward two chairs, sitting down on one. "Sit down, it's gonna be a while, might as well be comfy."
The angel took a deep breath, preparing himself. "So, some things to get out of the way. Back in my world, non-angel souls linger after death. Some get reincarnated, some become ghosts, and still others eventually fade away. And that... was not a dead soul. Yeah, it was off, but it was alive in some fashion. But it was off. It felt like... well, let's say oil and water, just more deadly. Or whatever the analogy is. But that's beside the point..."
Lobo stood up, walking up to the puddle of black goop, picking up the metallic arm. "Huh. Nice craftsmanship." He returned to his seat, the appendage in hand. "Whoever it was lost an arm. Or will lose an arm. Or whatever. But I feel like we should tell Kelsey that it's..."
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