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 Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 5:23 am
[ ... take chances, make mistakes, and get... messy? ... ]
[ Key Points ]
First meeting with Pixie Dust, Sable
Cadaver's fear of the dark is revealed.
Mr. Happy's importance to Cada's mental state is revealed.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 5:24 am
[ ... no pain, no gain ... ] Solo RP[ Key Points ]
Cada experiences strange pains
The pains are mysterious and unexplained for now.
They've been on an off for a few months; possible indication of growth
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 5:49 am
[ ... sing me a lullaby ... ][ Key Points ]
First meeting with Siren's Voice Dust, Hymn
Cadaver learns about love 1o1.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 6:15 am
[ ... kids can be so cruel ... ]
[ Key Points ]
Hymn shows his anger when Cadaver is picked on.
Cadaver is pretty mellow even when he's being picked on.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 6:18 am
 [ ... his name is Jaque ... ] A strange new creature follows Cada home.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 6:20 am
[ ... a walk on the beach ... ]
[ Key Points ]
First meeting with guardian Adrien.
First meeting with Griffin's Heart, Caelum (dust bottle).
Cadaver learns to sense dusts bottles.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:03 am
[ ... a rusty start ... ]
[ Key Points ]
First meeting with guardian Inge
Cadaver reveals a disturbing dream.
Cadaver's desire to be a doctor is revealed.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:06 am
[ ... lost treasure ... ]
[ Key Points ]
Mr. Happy is missing.
Cadaver reunites with Hymn.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 5:12 am
[ ... i don't want to grow up ... ] Dear Journal,
It hurts... the pain is becoming more unbearable by the day. I told papa about it before but he said it was just growing pains, that I would feel a dull pain in my joints and muscles as I got older. This isn't normal for a kid to go through while growing up... at least I don't think so. The pain is no longer in my joints and muscles but my skin hurts. It itches and burns in places I can't reach, my back, arms, legs and there's a strange rash growing along my face. Thankfully growing out my hair I can hide it from sight but its getting worse.
I'm scared too. The rashes are all over my body and the more I scratch the worse it gets. Papa has looked at them and made some ointment for them. It helps relieve the itch but it still burns. He even ordered me to bath more and stay away from the woods so I don't catch any strange germs while playing. Bored. Nothing to do when I can't go out and play like before...
Even staying indoors half the time hasn't helped though. The rashes have grown past anything papa can do. He's even asked his friend to come and look at them. She says she's never seen anything like it. Apparently my skin is rotting... some kind of disease that they can't control. I'm really scared. What will Hymn say if he sees me now. I haven't seen him since we played hide-n-seek in the woods when I lost Mr. Happy. It worries me that he'll think I'm ugly and grotesque, he'll not want to play with me, maybe he'll not love me anymore either. Mr. Happy says I should just leave everything to him, that if someone picks on me he'll teach them a lesson. That doesn't sound very nice and it's better if he doesn't get involved so I'll try to handle it on my own. But with my skin peeling and areas of it seem to be rotting away there's no telling how others will view me now.
All my friends will be scared of me and run away... I'll be alone... it's worse then being left in the dark. They'll see my skin and run. Maybe papa will let me get some more cloths. I'll get long sleeves and pants, turtle necks and gloves anything to hide it so they don't leave me. That's it I'll just ask papa... he'll help. That's his job right? I'm his son so he'll do anything for me right?
I don't want to grow up, if I'm going to look like a hideous monster some zombie or something then I don't want to grow up. I'm already taller then most kids my age now I have to look like a Frankenstein too? I really don't want to grow up, it's the worst!!!
Hymn? Will you still love me when I look like this....?
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 10:31 am
Ring a Ring of Roses...
(Child --> Teen*)
Recently the plague that seems integral to Cadaver's existance is hitting him rather hard. As you've mentioned, his body seems to be falling terribly ill and even rotting.. Of course Marijus is a doctor and has been doing all he can to help the poor dust's body from suffering too much damage, every parent would do whatever they could to help their child! However, by doing so, has the guardian put himself at risk? What does Cadaver do when his beloved Papa starts exhibiting signs of his illness? Is it time for Cadaver to rise up to his own aspirations and try to take on the role of the doctor despite his own pains?
*Please note, there's a minimum word requirement of 700 words for this quest.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 1:26 pm
 [ ... ring a ring of roses ... ]
Cada held back a slight whimper hovering over his papa. Dr. Marjius was sick. Waking with his pain wasn't half as painful as watching his beloved papa curled into such a position in bed. Hot with fever, vomiting most of the morning, and strange welts, bruises and blistered litter the doctor's body. Cada had already thought of calling for his papa's colleague but the thought of her getting sick because of him too was simply too much. Instead he used his father's notebook. Reading over various symptoms. Sometimes he would come across something that sounded like the diagnosis but then it was always some symptom missing. Remembering his teachings from his papa he continued on in the book, mindful of his papa's condition as he nursed him with plenty of fluid, gave him basic ointments for rashes and skin conditions. Most of which the ointment had been used to help aid his own skin condition.
"Papa?" He called out, brushing the strange red purple tresses from his papa's face. "I'm going to help you okay? Just rest. I'll find something to help." He spoke softly the usual liveliness in his voice had dropped. His expression one of complete horror but oddly matured. For now Marijus had been sleeping as peaceful as anyone could in such a state.
Leaving the room, Cada went to the kitchen making chicken noodle soup. It helped many ailments he had remembered basic but it helped give strength to the body from the inside out. The blisters were not hard to understand, they looked like the one's that had once littered his own body. It had been weeks since his skin had settled and the pain had grown duller. Pouring the soup in a bowl he went back to his papa's side, setting the bowl on the night stand. Checking his temperature, Cada sighed, the poor child had no clue what he could do. It had become apparent that maybe he was the one making his father sick.
It was common. One person in a household got sick the rest would likely suffer the same... but.. looking at his skin, Cada pulled at a loose piece holding it up. It eventually crumbled to dust and fluttered away in the dense air. "Airborne." He muttered. Looking to his father it became clear. "I'm a disease." Of course he could handle being sick, in fact, Cadaver hadn't once remembered a moment where he was actually sick. Just in pain. Always in pain but never sick from a cough, fever, nothing. Even thinking back Marijus had mentioned being sick once just before Cada had showed up but after that the doctor had not once come down with a thing.
He wondered to himself. Could he prevent such illnesses or was he the cause. Marijus began coughing violently, sitting up as he curled into a ball waiting this onslaught of cough attacks. "Papa!" The dust jumped up rubbing his papa's back waiting for the coughing fit to subside before giving him some water to ease the dryness in his throat. "What should I do papa? What can I do?" He pleaded but Marijus said nothing only reaching out to caress the boy's cheek before laying back down with a groan of pain. "Please tell me, daddy, I'm lonely and I don't know how to do this right. The book doesn't say anything about this..." But Marijus was in a delirious state there was little he could do to aid his son in helping him.
Cada stood leaving the room so the man could rest. "Femka is there anything in the forest that could be used to help him? Anything you can remember?" He asked the familiar. She chirped but gave a sad shake of her head. She wasn't familiar with medicine like the doctor and Cada even knew a little more than she. Setting on his head she pet him softly trying to comfort the child."I'll be okay, I just need to rest a bit. There's a way to help him I just need to clear my mind and think. He has books I can read so I'll read them." He wasn't very good at reading but had learned from his father often reading those hard to pronounce medical terms. They were very hard but he remembered them and even took time to understand the way they were spelled.
But no amount of reading would help. Peeling at his skin again, he watched it turn to dust and flutter away. He knew, deep down something told him. "Femka. Can you go get Becky. Do whatever you can just get her here, I have to go." The familiar chirped watching Cada as he rushed to pack a few cloths gathering Mr. Happy and scribbling something in crayon on a piece of paper... a note?
"I'll stay until the last minute I don't want him to suffer alone. But when you bring her here I'll be gone. I'm going away. Papa wont' get better if he keeps breathing the stuff that comes of me. I don't know why but he's sick because of me. Those bullies got sick too.. I thought it was Mr. Happy... no I knew it was me but didn't want to own up to that kind of responsibility." Cada sighed he didn't want to grow up but it was becoming hard to just keep the innocence of a child for long. Maybe it was time he did. "I promise I'll come back, just watch papa for me while I'm gone. Make sure he doesn't go looking for me. He needs to get better..." Maybe this was the only way but Cadaver didn't feel he was wrong.
He needed answers now. Answers his papa couldn't possibly help him with. Who would know best? Who could explain exactly what he was...?
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:53 pm
[ ... pocket full of posies ... ]
It had been a week since Cadaver had vanished with little more than a note. The good doctor had worried himself sick searching the city. No venue went unturned, traveling through the woods as far as he could go before it grew too thick with weed and over growth or too dark to see. Every abandoned home or would-be place that Cada would hide had not gone without inspection. He'd asked everyone he could twice or even three times...
Going to Cada's favorite bakery produced nothing. He hadn't even been by for his favorite snack. It seemed like he just vanished, he was just gone...
Even with all the searching, Marijus wasn't at his best. Even going back to work produced nothing worth while. Thankfully no reports in the morgue had anything on file of a boy that fit Cada's description. This Marijus was thankful for. Trying his best to continue with his life in hopes that Cada would return the doctor had no way of knowing that sad yellow-green eyes were watching carefully over his father.
He remained quiet keeping as discreet as possible even when a nurse or a doctor slipped past he would draw down his hat, tucking his hands in his pocket and using his hoodie to hide himself. A soft but sad smile etched along his features as he looked into the small window at his father. The man looked older, ripe maybe... the child wondered about this. Was his father's current state due to his actions. "Oh.. hello there little boy. What are you doing in this area?" One of the nurses had spotted him.
Cadaver looked up eyes growing wide. "Ah... I'm sorry. I'll go." The nurse smiled shaking her head. "It's quite alright, are you looking for your parents. I can help."
The dust child shook his head looking through the window once more. The commotion would draw too much attention. "No I'm fine. I can find my way." The nurse caught Cada's eyes then looked into the window noting Marijus at work. "Do you know him?" Cada nodded. "Would you like me to call him over?"
"NO! Please don't! I was just leaving..." At his sudden outburst the nurse seemed alarmed. Wonder if it were alright to let the boy wander around unattended. If Marijus knew him perhaps it was best he knew the child was here. "Please I'll be going now." Cada interjected stepping away from the door. He quickly trudged down the hall turning the corner just as the nurse entered the room.
"Doctor?" Marijus turned with a solemn expression on his face. "Yes nurse?"
"I don't mean to pry but there was a young boy here a moment ago. He was looking in the window. He said he knew you but when I offered to get you he ran off... Was I wrong for telling you?" She honestly didn't know but it seemed wrong to have the child wondering around alone if the doctor knew him; perhaps he could help.
Just as she had been thinking, Marijus dropped what he was doing instantly and flew past her. "Which way!?" She quickly pointed, "Down the hall, sir."
"Thank you!" Rushing at top speeds Marijus went down the hall slipping through patients, doctors and nurses along the way. The flash of a familiar yellow hat caught his attention as he quickly skidded to a halt turning directions. "Cadaver! Cada please wait!" Calling out the the figure his breath picked up as did his pace. This was it, this was the day he could hold the kid in his arms and tell him not to do such a stupid thing again. Damnit that boy! His mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts but the number one thought was to just catch him.
The streak of yellow zipped past nurses, doctors and patients... skirting around a corner and down the long corridor. "Cada! Don't run from me! I'm not mad."
He heard. He knew, he wasn't worried even if his daddy were mad but he didn't want to hurt the other again. Cada wasn't sure if he could stomach watching his daddy get ill again. What if he never got better... what if? No he kept his thought's shut and his feet moving. Ducking nurses who were concerned for a child loose in the ward. One nurse managed to pull his hoodie off but he kept running holding Mr. Happy close to his chest. "Cada please!"
"I can't! I can't watch you get sick... I refuse." The boy called out as he stopped at the end of the hall. He held Mr. Happy close to his chest tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry daddy but I don't want you to get sick. I don't want you to die."
"Die?" Marijus didn't understand rushing forward to hold the child but just as a nurse walked by with a tray the boy was gone. "Cada? CADA!" Sighing the doctor looked around but there was no sign of the child. How much longer would he have to wait before Cadaver returned? "Damnit kid... be safe out there. Get ya narrow butt back here soon." There was little more he could do at this point as he headed back down the hall, feel dragging slowly. If the kid was determined to find his own way, the least he could do as his father was wait for him. "Fine kid nae will wait, but nae gonna smack ya good when ya get back here." He chuckled just thinking about it as he returned to his work.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:55 pm
[ ... ashes ashes ... ]
It's been a month since that day I visited papa at the ward. It wasn't suppose to turn out like that but there wasn't much else to do about it. He spotted me by accident, no thanks to that nurse I'm sure but what's done is done. At this point I have to be extra careful when checking up on him. Lately my features have been maturing. There's really nothing I can do to explain it.
Being made to live on my own, fairly wild, I've learned a lot. Used a lot of what papa told me to survive and managed to keep safe. Watching over papa isn't easy, he's such a clumsy guy sometimes. Staggering out of one bar after another; he's worried about me. I can tell. He has a picture of me in his back pocket he often shows on random occasions during conversations. Even when he was asking around at the carnival I felt really bad. So many times I'd wanted to go to one with him and it had to be at the worst possible time. Even so it surprised me that he even went at all. Maybe he was thinking of me....
That makes me happy. Really really happy! Mr. Happy is also happy too. There's been a lot going on between my watching papa and keeping a distance. I went to see Hymn but he disappeared suddenly... again. I could only laugh and remain nearby until he returned. A small broken down place deep in the woods. It isn't much but it works for me. A local lady was really nice to me recently and bought me some new cloths. She even patched up Mr. Happy a bit; he's not as dengy. But my clothing is big on me right now... she told me I'd grow into it in time. At least they're warm and I love the pretty colors and design.
For now I thought it a good idea to jot down my thoughts on this ragged paper. Papa used to want me to do that when I was with him. Maybe someday we can sit and read it together, laugh about it even. I hope he doesn't hate me...
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:57 pm
[ ... we all fall down ... ]
Who would have guessed. Months would pass before the young child would return in a very abrupt way. Not so very young anymore he sat astride his papa who was in a drunken sleep. Watching as the man slowly opened his eyes to a stuffed toy that was threatening to suffocate him. "What in the... what's going on here? WHUT!?" Blinking he batted at the stuffed toy as it went flying across the room to fall to the floor. Drunken eyes flared as they landed on the blurred image of his son. "Hm?" Too much to drink and too little sleep could screw with anyone's sense of awareness but Marijus wasn't so drunk not to know the image of his own son... "C-cad... Cadaver?!"
Sitting up he flung himself at the taller, older boy, close to crying as he hugged him tight. "I'm so pissed! Why would you run away like that... what's wrong with ya boy...ya just cannot do that." He wailed still in tears, a drunken mess but happy nonetheless.
"Papa, I had to leave you but I'm sorry for making you worry. I'm sorry!" Cada wailed back hugging his beloved father. "I'm really sorry. You were just so sick and I couldn't think of anything to do but go. I made you sick so I just-"
SLAP!
"Don't come at me with that. I don't care about your excuses, Cadaver Virile." Marijus glared but there was love there as he reached out to touch the spot he'd slapped Cada. "I love you silly boy, running is not gonna solve anything, remember that. Next time you stay and stick it out, find out what the problem is and don't give up not even when its over."
The older boy rubbed his cheek with a pout. It was a long overdue slap one he had been prepared for but apparently not enough.
"Now get your a** in the kitchen, I'm hungry." He gave his usual grumpy look before a soft smile slipped across his face.
Cada jumped up landing gracefully on his feet. Retrieving Mr. Happy he smiled with a quick salute. "Roger!" Turning on his heels, he stopped just short of the door. "Papa?"
"Hm? What'cha want kid?"
"I love you."
"Ya makin' me blush... get my breakfast already." He smiled.
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