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 Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 9:38 pm
No time for such frivolous things.
No time for such frivolous things.
No time for such frivolous things.
Frivolous things.
Hel snapped.
Mot was not frivolous.
“Ya!” The reaper bellowed back, standing as straight as she could to push back against the reaper that loomed over her. “I know who I am speaking to! One of the worst fathers I have ever had the disgrace of meeting! My honor and Mot’s is tarnished by being in the same room with the likes of you!” She reached out to jab the older reaper with a finger in the chest, hard. “He is your Jack damn son, for Sally’s sake! Anything that involves him is not frivolous! He has been out here, out in Halloween, and out in the Human world displaying his courage, bravery, and kindness for his friends against the threats of Insanity and false reapers! He has been risking his existence to help make Halloween a better and safer place for future generations!”
Hel seethed, her nostrils flaring. “With that kind of piss poor attitude, I can see why he has such a lack of confidence in himself! When even his own father dismisses him and places stock in some ******** imaginary concept such as research—how is he supposed to feel certain about himself when you express nothing!” She jabbed his chest again, hissing. “The only kind of ******** research you should be looking into is how to become a better father!”
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 9:51 pm
Daedalus felt the jab, looking down slowly at the spot she had poked him before slowly looking back up. He stared at her curiously, as if observing an experiment being conducted. He raised a brow now and then, raising a finger to scratch his head.
Mot however, was staring at Hel in awe, looking rather dazed.
"That some sort of new game the kids play nowadays? Saving Halloween? Ah, so cute. At your age I often daydreamed my research laid waste to the Human World. Ah.. memories." He breathed in and looked back down at the ghoul. "I am a perfect father. I provide for him and his mother, and I helped to create him. Goodness but you are a touchy little thing. I simply must study you some day." But not now. No, he had so many other things to do.
"Now then. Wallet... wallet... AH!" He reached into his boot and pulled out a thick leather wallet. "It was inside my boot this whole time! Bahahaaa! Goodness me~."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 10:07 pm
“It is not a ******** game!” Hel shrieked. “It is truly a matter of existing or not existing, and the least you could do is show some support for your son! Are you not proud of him at all!? For coming to Amityville, for what he is doing!? For where he wants to go in life!? Do you even know that your son wants to become a Boogeyman so that he can help others!?" Hel scowled at the perfect father comment. “Study me and you will find my fist studying your face.” Hel hissed.
Hel just looked absolutely livid as she stared at Daedalus as he then resumed the searched for his wallet, her eyes looking like they could bug out of her head as her chest heaved.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 10:18 pm
"You seem agitated." Daedalus said curiously. "I suggest tea. Calms the core, you see."
The older reaper tilted his head, brows furrowed crookedly. "A Boogeyman? How curious." He looked to Mot. And then to Hel. "Huh." He clucked his tongue, eyeing Mot for a long moment. "What a dull career choice."
"Anyway.." Mot muttered darkly. "You should be going. You aren't even allowed on campus."" The reaper didn't know that for a fact, but he didn't care.
The tall reaper started toward the door, but paused and came back to Hel. "For a stressed person like yourself I suggest a very strong tea. I have a business card of a Witch who brews the strongest remedies.." He fumbled about in his wallet, small papers falling out onto the floor. He paid them no mind, searching until he stuffed a business card in her hand. "Oh, and there is a card there with my website. I update all my research there. A fantastic read. If it is too difficult for you, I understand. I have a dumbed down section for scarelings."
"Dad."
"OFF I GO!" The tall man in a lab coat then stomped off proudly, the small 'papers' still littered the ground.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 10:39 pm
Hel’s cheeks were turning red, and it wasn’t because she was embarrassed.
Her eyes twitched as she stared up at the reaper, and her lips pulled into the most wide and horribly awkward smile that spoke of strangulation soon. The corners of her lips twitched as he walked away and then came back, speaking of teas and brews, and then had the nerve to hand her two business cards. “How about you contact that witch, and have her brew you up a ******** dose of reality?” The ghoul questioned in a horribly calm, sweet, and low tone, which was offset by her eye tics and the twitchy corners of her lips. Hel then shoved the business cards he had handed her into her mouth and chewed, before swallowing them audibly. “Those will come out where they belong.” With the s**t was heavily implied.
The ghoul waited for the reaper to finally disappeared before she let herself hyperventilate before releasing one deep breath. The scattered papers didn’t escape her radar, since she was intent to wipe any trace of that horrible man from this room. The ghoul knelt, and brushed her fingers over the papers, squinting.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 10:45 pm
And then he was gone. Mot stood in silence a long moment. He wasn't sure what to say to Hel. He then managed to walk to his door, softly closing it. For now, he slowly moved about trying to straighten out his room. The papers were dates, dating back several years and further. But the papers were not actually papers. No, each one was a picture of Mot, in different stages of development. They were all candid shots taken without his knowledge. None of them showed either parent in the short, making it hard to guess who had taken them. So many pictures.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 11:30 pm
Hel’s brows furrowed at the papers with the dates on them, but it was only when she turned them over did she get it. The crease in her brows lessened as she took a moment to study the pictures, flipping them all over and spreading them out so that she could look over them all. It was easy to see it was Mot. The eyes and skin were unmistakable. So his father had these in his wallet, huh?
Usually this was supposed to cue the idea that his father must truly care about his son, right?
Wrong.
Hel snorted, less than impressed at the notion. Carrying around pictures of your scareling wasn’t a substitute for actually loving your scareling, for actually caring. For saying you were proud of them and that you took an interest in what they were doing. Hel wasn’t impressed that Daedalus had Mot’s pictures in his wallet…but she could find the good even in a sour situation. She was looking upon pictures of a child Mot and that had the reaper’s lips pulling into a bit of a smile.
“You were as cute as a button as a scareling.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 8:50 am
Mot was quiet, continuing to tidy up with a solem disposition. That is until hel finally spoke. Mot looked over, wondering how on earth she knew what he looked like as a kid. But then he saw the pictures scattered on the floor.
"Wh---how did--" Mot turned pink, his hands rubbing his hair as he groaned. "Aw man.. don't look at thoooose..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 9:18 am
“Mmmm…” Hel hummed. “Too late! I am looking and I have seen…and I like it.”
Her lips pulled up a bit more, and she ended up arranging the pictures from youngest to oldest. Where as she had been in a downright foul mood before, she was feeling better now. Adorable scareling Mot really helped. “…Heh…even as a scareling you can just tell that it is you…So adorable…” She paused, and then looked up at Mot. “…May I have one of these…?”
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 9:24 am
Mot sat across from Hel and the pictures, looking down at them with an expression of embarrassment. He knew his father dropped them, but he knew deep down he probably only kept them for one of two reasons; his mother made him, or it was research on reaper scareling development. Not farfetched, seeing as he asked for a hair sample that afternoon.
Either way, he wasn't getting them back.
"Take 'em all." He murmured, rubbing his neck. "I don't need them." He did manage a smile for her, since she seemed so happy to see pictures of him as a little one.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 10:25 am
Take them all? Christmastival came early.Hel’s face lit up now. “ Really!?” She cried, looking rather over-joyed now as she ran her fingers happily over the pictures. She seemed in thought for a moment as she then sprung up and wagged a finger at the cowboil. “ Ah, stay right there, ya? I will be right back.” Hel zipped from the room and was gone for a good few minutes before she returned with a small, but sturdy wooden chest. The ghoul took her seat back across from the cowboil and placed the chest down, opening it and rifling through its contents before she laughed. “… Oh Jack…Ugh…” She started placing the pictures she was taking out of her chest over near Mot. “ Here you are.” Just a variety of pictures of a scareling Hel…looking rather grumpy in each and every picture.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 10:36 am
Mot was happy he made Hel feel better after their encounter with his father. He tilted his head curiously as she left the room. In the meantime, he looked over the pictures she left behind. He smiled distantly at the young versions of himself captured on paper. He did have a rather interesting childhood, even without his disinterested father. If nothing it made terrorizing his strict mother all the more precious.
He looked back up as she returned, eager to see what she had to show him. And oh did she ever give him a laugh. "Oh my Jack, Hel! Why are you so grumpy in these!?" He howled as he picked up one of the photos. They were all so precious!
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 10:44 am
Hel couldn’t help but laugh as well as Mot started to howl.
“…Eh…Honestly? I do not have the slightest clue…I just did not ever smile when that Polaroid thing as pointed at me…I think I was also convinced at the time it was sucking out my soul bit by bit with each and every picture.” She grinned softly, picking up the pictures of Mot now and looking at them closely. She stopped on the ones of him as a babe and gushed. “Ugh, those cheeks…so cute…!” She gushed. “The only time I imagine you had fat on them.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 10:54 am
Mot chuckled some more, shaking his head as he flipped through the photos. "Why does that not surprise me?" He commented. "You were terribly cute as a scareling." He said with a grin, spreading out the photos with the ones of himself.
Mot smiled shyly, even more embarrassed as she gushed over a photo of him as a baby. "Yes.. that's about the only time I ever had fat on me." He said with another chuckle. "Not that I recall it at all."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 1:11 pm
Hel scowled at being called cute…but how else could you describe scarelings really? Well…unless they were ugly…
“Heh…I just can not imagine you with round cheeks now…” Hel mused, staring at the pictures for longer. She lulled into a bit of silence as she looked them over again and then spoke up. “…Neh…Mot? If you ever have scarelings in the future…promise me you will not be like that.” That meaning like his father.
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