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 Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 6:48 am
"I actually do. In my room." He'd been struggling with his own nightmares and had visited the infirmary for some sleeping pills. They obviously were used to that sort of thing and had various brands and doses. He had to assume nightmares were common on the island. "What do you mean.. same mission?" Bix shoved their way outside and the pair of young men powered towards the cemetary.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 12:57 pm
"Oh...guess I'll hit ya up for'em later.." Drugged sleep was better than none. "Labyrinth. Under water. Mouldy stone n stuff. Kwpt dying so we had to do it over again. A lot. They managed to finally find their way in but I got stuck in a trap. Apparently it went well. Success. No more mouldy caves for me." He sounded less relieved than he probably should have been. He held no grudge for not being able to reach the end with the rest of the group. He simply regretted it took so long, and so many tries to get there. "Pssst hey." Otto leaned over, poker face solid despite the heavy bags under his eyes. "We're grave robbing and my last name is Graves. I was born for this."
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 7:43 am
"So wait.." Bix and Otto neared the Deus cemetary. "So you died over and over but it's some kinda thing that I'm back?" He gave Otto a cheeky nudge. It looked smaller than it should have been but did stretch off far enough into the fog where he couldn't be sure exactly how big it was. Considering the newer headstones were all in the front, he hadn't even thought to explore further. He wondered idly if there was a headstone for his lost relative here. Would he know then name if he even saw it? It was at least something to think about. The drive to dig his own grave suddenly faltered. Bix paused seeing two newly gleaming stones. He didn't yet get close enough to read his name and as Bix's steps faltered Otto, if he looked, would find very distinct terror in the albino's eyes. Everything inside of him had seized. His chest tightened. The fear of death once more reared as a clear reality.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:03 am
"Well we didn't really die. Geez." Otto said, shoving Bix in return.
Otto neared the graves, the eerie fog sending a chill down his spine as he passed grave after grave. So many people who'd died in a quick moment, snuffed from existence. It was a scary thought. As much as he kept himself aware that his days were numbered, somewhere deep down he thought himself immortal sometimes.
Otto slowed to a stop, noticing Bix wasn't following anymore. He turned, staring up at the taller hunter who's face looked as though he'd seen a ghost. The blonde's focus had been split from his lack of sleep, but most of it was now centered on Bix.
Well, in hindsight, robbing your own grave was probably not a fun way to face mortality after all.
His gaze fell briefly to the two new headstones. Empty graves for hunters that had nearly bit the bullet. Their place was reserved for later, it seemed.
"Yanno.. we could just go back inside. I'll get ya a new toy someday."
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:14 am
A muscle in Bix's jaw twitched but he didn't really respond. There was a moment that it seemed he wouldn't step any further forward at all and then suddenly he was almost attacking his own gravestone. The albino hunter wasn't digging at the soil, instead he was kicking the head stone, pushing it with his hands. It had to come down. It needed to go away. Thankfully he wasn't back into his manic anxiety attack mode, he was totally aware of what he was doing. "C'mon man." His face reddened with effort. The headstone was heavier than he thought. "Help me out." Ceres would be next. He rocked the stone, working it in the damp soil. It seemed to be several inches down, enough where this was work.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:19 am
Otto watched with morbid fascination as Bix worked to take down his own grave. For a while he made no move to help.
Finally, he sighed and summoned Tenya. "If we dig down deep enough we can pry it out." With some maneuvering, he started to dig out the headstone with one end of Tenya.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:36 am
It seemed like they would need to dig quite a bit of the dirt out in order to knock this stone over. Bix didn't even want it anymore. He just wanted it gone. The albino fell to his knees behind the stone and began to dig in with his hands. He tore chunks of grass and dirt, threw them to the side. Sweat beaded on his reddened brow, mud and dirt marred his white coat and darkened the knees of his pants. He didn't seem to care or notice. Bix was single minded in this. It was some sort of therapeutic exercise. With a huff he pushed himself back up and began to kick the top of the stone until it started to rock back and forth.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:19 am
The chore was tiring. Otto didn't have a whole lot of fight in him, but Bix had more than enough for both of them. This was for Bix, anyway. This was his therapy, his closure. Maybe somehow, Bix could let this incident fall behind him with this simple act of desecration. The digging was as done as they could be, and Otto dismissed Tenya. He stood, helping Bix rock the heavy slab of stone back and forth.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:32 am
Bix hadn't even considered Otto's exhaustion when he went to town on the tomb stone but thankfully they'd done a good enough job on this one. After a few sound kicks the stone fell and hit the damp turf with a heavy 'whumpf'.
The albino stood there, panting, hands on his hips as he looked at their handiwork. Did he feel better? It was hard to tell. With every rock of the stone he felt his strength seep away but it was emotional exhaustion. A tiredness that dealt more with the situation than the act itself.
He wasn't done.
"Take a break.. I..." Bix rested his hand on Ceres gravestone. "I got this one. Then we'll go back and chill at my place."
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 10:02 am
It was kind of satisfying to watch the stone go down. Rampant destruction always had that sort of result. As much as he'd love to help out with Ceres's grave, Otto took a seat on the fallen headstone of Bix for a rest. "Have at it." He wheezed, hunching over to catch his breath.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 10:14 am
Knowing what to do now, the albino hunter once more clawed at the ground. Without the help of another person it took him longer but Bix's mind was blissfully blank with the toil. He tore and tugged and threw dirt, each forceful yank sapping more and more from him. By the time he stood to kick the stone over, his arms hung like weights at his sides and burned pink with workout.
He kicked. He kicked. He kicked. And when the stone collapsed with another satisfying thud, Bix collapsed to his knees and took gulping breaths with his eyes closed.
"Well.." He plopped back onto his butt on top of his girlfriend's tombstone. His arms twinged with effort and he could feel the muscles pulsing as the cooled down. "That's done."
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 1:02 pm
Otto watches as Bix toiled on for what felt like a long time. Otto would have left him a while ago, but he was too tired to bother. Finally, the grave fell witha thud, catching Otto's attention once again; his energy levels having caused him to practically nap while sitting up.
"So, you're both officially not dead now." Otto said with finality, flicking some mud off his pants. "Congrats."
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 5:58 am
Covered in mud, exhausted, and successfully completing his task hadn't clarified how Bix felt about this at all. Did it feel better to desecrate the false graves? He wasn't really sure. After a moment he stood. Otto looked like he'd keel at any moment. "C'mon. Let's go. I have that sleeping pill if you want it."
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 6:20 am
Otto slowly stood, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders. "M'yeah. Sounds good."
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