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aterat2020-11-07 11:49 pm
stickyflippers) wrote in aterat2020-11-07 11:49 pm
He is beauty, he is grace, see him fall right on his face. >>;;
Who; Caelan and you!
What; Caelan is back from the dead, and he’s not happy. 1 Open log & 1 Open Network Post
Where; The fountain square, and tell-phone network.
When; Early November, post Bear defeat
Warnings; Expected references to a violent death, probably alcohol at some point, and to note: He will be blind for these threads, as per the cost of resurrection. Expect a less charming and happy seal man for a while.
The Fountain Square
Being returned to the city was a relief, honestly. Even if he couldn’t see the place he’d been, he knew he wasn’t in there anymore. The air was fresher, and he could feel the sun on his skin. It was a vast improvement on the last few days, in his opinion. He’d be happier if he could A. See it and B. Knew where the fuck his stuff had ended up post bear-mauling.
Yes, Caelan has priorities. The whole processing his death thing can wait until after he finds his sealskin.
Instead, he frowned at the world around him, eyes unfocused and not fixing on anything in particular. Standing around here unfortunately wasn’t going to get him anywhere, and even if he couldn’t really see where he was going he could at least find some out of the way place to sit and figure out how he’d get home.
... Or maybe the tavern.
So he took two steps... and ended up tripping with an uncharacteristic lack of grace right over the side of the fountain into the water with a splash and an indignant sound.
Because of course he would, why wouldn’t that happen next...?
Rather than kick up a fuss, he just let himself lay in the fountain for a minute or two. It’s fine, selkies can’t die by drowning, he’s not risking another trip to the mausoleum. He just needed a minute to reflect on all the poor life choices that led him right up to this moment.
Definitely going to need a drink... More than one, in fact.
Network
[Alright, Caelan very rarely makes use of the network. He hates the tell-phone for multiple reasons, and he’s more of a face-to-face kind of guy. But things are complicated, and he’s getting anxious (Him! Anxious!) about something very specific.
And to make matters worse, it’s not like he can do much about it right now. He can’t see, his eyes haven’t worked since he woke up to Athony telling him what the deal was with dying in this world. Sure, he was glad that he wasn’t permanently dead and all, but this was still less than ideal.]
So as if being murdered by a flea-infested, walking rug wasn’t bad enough— [Oh yes, his accent is stronger today. Caelan couldn’t be bothered to control his voice at all right now. He’s in a mood. Also, yeah, he was missing all this time because he had a run in with the demon bear.] apparently while death isn’t permanent, it’s not without it’s “complications.”
[Can you hear the air quotes? They’re there.
He paused to take a deep breath, he needs to not sound so agitated. He’s got his image to think about.]
My eyes are fucked up. By which I mean they don’t work at all at the moment. It’s making another problem of mine a little more complicated. In the rush to get away from the bastard, I lost my satchel. It’s large, brownish, probably covered in blood. Someone else is more likely to see it before I do. [Ha...] so I’d appreciate if someone would give me a call if they’ve noticed it somewhere since my run in with the bear a few weeks back.
I’ll even reward the person who does depending on how it goes.
(ooc: Caelan will be in need of assistance for a few in game days until his eyes start working, but he will be snippy if you ask what’s in the bag. As of yet, no one has it and it’s still missing. If you want to have had that your character already found it, hit me up on![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
whimsicalspook or Discord WhimsicalSpook#8219 (or the discord group chat!) and we can discuss. Otherwise volunteer to help the seal man search, be his seeing-eye-person!
Also if you want a personalized starter, let me know! Additionally, you can throw one at me or yell at me on the above contact methods if you have something you want me to tag!)
What; Caelan is back from the dead, and he’s not happy. 1 Open log & 1 Open Network Post
Where; The fountain square, and tell-phone network.
When; Early November, post Bear defeat
Warnings; Expected references to a violent death, probably alcohol at some point, and to note: He will be blind for these threads, as per the cost of resurrection. Expect a less charming and happy seal man for a while.
The Fountain Square
Being returned to the city was a relief, honestly. Even if he couldn’t see the place he’d been, he knew he wasn’t in there anymore. The air was fresher, and he could feel the sun on his skin. It was a vast improvement on the last few days, in his opinion. He’d be happier if he could A. See it and B. Knew where the fuck his stuff had ended up post bear-mauling.
Yes, Caelan has priorities. The whole processing his death thing can wait until after he finds his sealskin.
Instead, he frowned at the world around him, eyes unfocused and not fixing on anything in particular. Standing around here unfortunately wasn’t going to get him anywhere, and even if he couldn’t really see where he was going he could at least find some out of the way place to sit and figure out how he’d get home.
... Or maybe the tavern.
So he took two steps... and ended up tripping with an uncharacteristic lack of grace right over the side of the fountain into the water with a splash and an indignant sound.
Because of course he would, why wouldn’t that happen next...?
Rather than kick up a fuss, he just let himself lay in the fountain for a minute or two. It’s fine, selkies can’t die by drowning, he’s not risking another trip to the mausoleum. He just needed a minute to reflect on all the poor life choices that led him right up to this moment.
Definitely going to need a drink... More than one, in fact.
Network
[Alright, Caelan very rarely makes use of the network. He hates the tell-phone for multiple reasons, and he’s more of a face-to-face kind of guy. But things are complicated, and he’s getting anxious (Him! Anxious!) about something very specific.
And to make matters worse, it’s not like he can do much about it right now. He can’t see, his eyes haven’t worked since he woke up to Athony telling him what the deal was with dying in this world. Sure, he was glad that he wasn’t permanently dead and all, but this was still less than ideal.]
So as if being murdered by a flea-infested, walking rug wasn’t bad enough— [Oh yes, his accent is stronger today. Caelan couldn’t be bothered to control his voice at all right now. He’s in a mood. Also, yeah, he was missing all this time because he had a run in with the demon bear.] apparently while death isn’t permanent, it’s not without it’s “complications.”
[Can you hear the air quotes? They’re there.
He paused to take a deep breath, he needs to not sound so agitated. He’s got his image to think about.]
My eyes are fucked up. By which I mean they don’t work at all at the moment. It’s making another problem of mine a little more complicated. In the rush to get away from the bastard, I lost my satchel. It’s large, brownish, probably covered in blood. Someone else is more likely to see it before I do. [Ha...] so I’d appreciate if someone would give me a call if they’ve noticed it somewhere since my run in with the bear a few weeks back.
I’ll even reward the person who does depending on how it goes.
(ooc: Caelan will be in need of assistance for a few in game days until his eyes start working, but he will be snippy if you ask what’s in the bag. As of yet, no one has it and it’s still missing. If you want to have had that your character already found it, hit me up on
Also if you want a personalized starter, let me know! Additionally, you can throw one at me or yell at me on the above contact methods if you have something you want me to tag!)
Re: network
[... ... ... ... Fuck.
In hindsight, he should have anticipated that Holly would get this message as it came through.
Unfortunately, he’d been panicked and anxious and he couldn’t have even gone out to find her if he tried because he couldn’t see to get to her building without it being fraught with difficulties that he wasn’t yet accustomed to.
This was not how he wanted the kid to find out (if he’d even told her at all).
So he’s a lot more subdued than he was earlier when he responded.]
Yeah... Yeah, I did.
Where you at, gremlin?
[Because oof he isn’t sure that he wants to have this conversation over the network. Honestly, he’d fall down a flight of stairs if he had to.]
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[ Short, quiet answers are going to be the go-to here while she tries to hide the fact that she not getting upset, you're getting upset, shut up. ]
..Are you upstairs?
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[Awkward... This was very awkward... Of course she was outside skating, that’s usually where she’d be if she wasn’t getting into mischief.
He frowned a little. That quiet tone wasn’t really hiding the fact that she was upset, so much as shining a bright light on the fact.]
I’m upstairs, yeah. You want to come up?
[Please do, otherwise he really will try to get to the square himself.]
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Only, that isn't what she was feeling - she did feel it of course, somewhere in her brain, but relief wasn't what was making her feel all choked up and hot and kinda panicky-but-not-quite. She didn't even get a full answer out for him, she just kinda...made a sound of acknowledgement before she hung up on him, and started wrestling her skates off so she could get upstairs quicker.
Somewhere vaguely near Caelan's door they're dropped unceremoniously in favour of her throwing the door open, not having to look far before she found him.
It's at that point Caelan should have gotten a big hug, where she should tell him she missed him and that she's glad he's back.
Only, that wasn't what occurred. She just looked at him for a minute, pretty unabashedly crying and certainly wanting to hug him, but instead manifesting all the feelings violently bubbling up by running up to him and giving him a hard shove. And then another, smaller and pettier almost. The more she hit and pushed him, the less force there was behind them. Because she was angry and she was sad, yes.
But she was also so tired of feeling those things. ]
You fuckin'-!! You died!! I didn't know you fuckin' died, I didn't know where you were, you just disappeared you fuckin' asshole, you stupid!! jerk!
[ After apparently tiring of that too, only then did she finally fling her arms around him, little fingers curling into the back of his stupid fancy shirt. ]
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Oh... Right... Not so recent, now that he thought about it.
It had been weeks.
A short while later he heard the familiar sound of her skates being tossed to the floor by the door, his head swivelling in that direction instinctively. It was still so quiet. Why wasn’t she talking? Why wasn’t she yelling at him or rambling?
Then he felt a hard shove that almost knocked him over (Holly, you’re a strong one, kiddo), a hand coming out to catch him on the cushion next to him. Caelan supposed he should have seen that one coming (hahaha...), but he was more ready when the second came, and the third, and so on. They gradually wore down to just little nudges and he let out a long breath.
She was upset; she was upset because he’d died— Oh... Now that she was yelling; he realized part of why that was. Had... had no one realized he’d died? Had the bear left anything behind? He could have sworn Nida said the first victim’s body was left behind... Maybe not.
Oh... No, we don’t want to think about that right now.
He supposed he needed to say something. The selkie just wasn’t sure what to say, all things considered. He’d honestly been trying so damn hard to be careful in all this. The bear had been so much more than he anticipated...
You were warned, idiot.
But then he was being hugged and his thoughts were derailed, and all he could do was wrap Holly in a hug back. A snug, comforting gesture as he tried to say something.]
I’m sorry, Gremlin. I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize no one knew. I certainly didn’t mean to let it happen, I promise you that.
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Well if anyone knew, they didn't tell me - I didn't see anythin' about it, me and that window cat burglar guy [ Nida. ] hadn't heard from you, and I figured you'd just gone off somewhere, or gone home even...
[ Another sniffle. ]
...M'sorry I couldn't do anythin'...I woulda punched that stupid bear so fuckin' hard he'd be shittin' sparkly nail polish....
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The comment about ‘window cat burglar guy’ gets what is probably the first honest laugh out of him since he was resurrected. It’s a small thing, but his lips quirk into a small grin. He knows exactly who she’s talking about after all, and there’s something very amusing about that nickname.]
Yeah? Believe it or not ‘cat burglar guy’ actually works for... what did you call him again? Right. Captain Funsuck.
[He huffed softly, because it’s pretty funny. Moving on though, he shook his head a little.]
No, that makes plenty of sense to me. I have been told once or twice that I’m a rather flighty sort, though I promise you I wouldn’t just up and leave without a word if it was in my control. Not without telling my friends I was going.
[He’s irresponsible, yes, but not that much.]
Hey, no, it’s okay. Though I’m sure you could have knocked it’s lights out, Holly.
[But in all honesty? He’s relieved that she never ran into it... It was definitely worse than they’d thought. Way worse...]
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[ That's a surprise, although it really shouldn't be. People needed jobs, and someone who could monkey-climb through windows and shit would probably be real good at security stuff. Or guarding things. She didn't know what exactly the Captain actually did asides from being a bit too serious.
It is comforting though, to hear Caelan reassure her that he wouldn't leave without telling her. ]
Yeah, you'd better not...if I can't find you again I'm gonna be real mad, and then a demon bear will be the last of the city's fuckin' worries.
[ Now would probably be a good time to remind her that she is only 12, but perhaps not the smartest move at the same time. ]
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[It’s just idle chatter really, something to put a little distance between what had happened and now. Caelan needed it, between the memories and the vague levels of panic over losing his damned skin.
Besides that, he’s too distracted by the mental image of Holly on a rampage through the town. Yes, she’s twelve. Yes, he should discourage this... but it’s Holly, he doubts he could make her do anything.]
I swear to you, [He even puts a hand over his heart dramatically,] that I will endeavour to not disappear again outside my own control without leaving you a sign.
Because I get the distinct feeling that the city might not be standing after you get through with it, yeah?
[Hey, he’s impressed and proud of his Gremlin’s abilities to generate chaos.]
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[ Pulling the collar of her t-shirt up, Holly dried her face (or made a valiant attempt to) as talking became just a little bit easier. Same with smiling, when he put his hand to his heart. It was dumb and dramatic and she'd never change it. ]
You got that right...[ With another sniff, she pulls her feet up onto the couch and curls up against him. ]
You uh, you said you lost your bag right? I can go lookin' for it, since your eyes're all fucked. Where'd you lose it..?
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[Really, he couldn’t imagine leaving without at least saying goodbye to the little vampire. If the aspects thought they were going to send him home without giving him a chance to bid his friends fair well, they were in for a rude surprise...
If the circumstances of his disappearance weren’t to do with going home?]
Besides, if I am going anywhere... It’d probably be out to sea, and if you don’t think you’d get seasick, I’d probably invite you to come along.
[A sensible decision, clearly...
Caelan glanced down for a moment when she curled up against his side closer, with a small frown at the mention of his bag.]
Yeah... I can’t say where for sure, I was cutting through the market? Near the eastern canals, if I remember correctly. There’s a few people keeping their eyes open for it, but If you see it that’d be a big help.
[That said? He wasn’t really in the mood to rush her out to look for it, a few people had offered to help already and honestly he’d rather give the kid a chance to process all this... And it was nice to have company, the apartment would be too quiet otherwise.]