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 Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 6:26 pm
Emyrus's presence left the White Building, and she subconsciously made sure that she could sense it somewhere else in Pendant. Lord Vash was bound to get him one day, and her stomach turned at the thought. The girl forcefully shoved aside that thought, and her soul protested.
Just shut up, she snapped agitatedly at it. this isn't any of your business anymore.
"Yes it is! You know our counterpart is right--"
If you don't shut up, I'll refuse to touch him for the rest of our lives. Her soul miraculously became a mute. Sighing, she sat at her workplace, in front of a cold steel desk, and numbly continued with the three stacks of paperwork that had come in earlier.
Only when she felt like her eyes were hot coals did she look up at the blinking time on one of her six computer screens. Two AM. She rubbed her eyes, which were rimmed red with exhaustion (and tears), and teleported to the corridor in the basement. She bumped into somebody.
"Oh, sorry," she muttered, rubbing her eyes again.
"There you are, Fidel," Fidel looked up, and Lord Vash looked back down at her curiously, one eyebrow raised. She smiled. "Am I the only one who smells that smoke?" he asked.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 6:38 pm
He hated Camels. Seriously, they were cheap cigarettes, and tasted bad. But tonight was bad, and he was already beat up. To make matters worse, he had to go deal with Fidel, who hated his guts for trying to tell her the truth about the love of her live.
He'd already showered off at Batman's house (he was one of the Dobes-- never could remember his real name, though) because he was bleeding pretty bad and going back to his room wouldn't be a smart thing. He'd come back bleeding to the mansion before and Evanescere almost ate him, and damn, that was creepy. That's where he had gotten the pack of Camels and a lighter, because that gang was always willing to help him, if only because he was always willing to help them. Batman's mom had washed his clothes, the nice old lady, while he and Batman played poker and smoked. He knew he was creeping the kid out, he never smoked unless something was really wrong, but he could deal with that later.
Emyrus dropped the filter to the ground and dug it in with his heel. He flipped open the pack, realizing with dread that he already smoked half of the cheap things, and really needed to stop. Shaking his head, he teleported into Fidel's room. She wasn't there, but he sat there, wishing vaguely that he didn't smell so much of smoke. It'd probably be a bad sign with her, but nothing he could do now.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 7:14 pm
She immediately sensed Emyrus teleport into her room, and one look at Lord Vash's face told her that he did too. Lead dread hit her stomach like a bowling ball. The noble was already walking towards her door, one pale hand outstretched. Without thinking twice, she grabbed the man's sleeve.
"Lord Vash, wait, don't!" she said, still gripping his shirt. He glanced down at her, narrowed his eyes. Inside, she wailed. What did she do to deserve this day? "It's...it's..." she groped around for a word, but her mind went blank. What could she say to stop him from entering the room? The girl only hoped that the liar would take the hint and teleport somewhere else in Pendant before the noble reached him. She swallowed.
"You don't actually care, do you, Fidel?" He held her chin and arched an eyebrow. "I'd be terribly disappointed in you if you did, after all." Her faced burned, embarrassed by what he was implying.
And still, she couldn't find the right words to explain.
Get out of there, you stupid, idiotic liar.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 7:24 pm
It wasn't hard to notice Vash's voice from outside the door. He was tempted to leave, because after all, why give the b*****d the satisfaction of seeing him so beat up? But he didn't want to run away; that was embarrassing, and he was already warmed up from the fight. Plus, what would he do? There was no way to kill him off the bat.
But helping Fidel out might make things worse.
Grumbling, he teleported out of the room and outside the White Building, leaning against it.
Dumb old goth man.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 7:55 pm
Beyond relieved, but careful not to let that reflect on her face, Fidel cleared her throat.
"No! No I don't." she finally replied, finding her voice. Lord Vash seemed satisfied with her answer, and gently let go her chin. He glared at her bedroom door, muttering something incoherent under his breath, and sighed. She could easily sense the distress and a slight hint of despair from her ability, and she looked up at him inquiringly. He only looked away, and she placed a comforting hand on his arm.
"I'll have the information you need tomorrow," she said. The noble nodded and teleported out. She smiled at the fragile butterflies before entering her own room and dropping onto her bed in exhaustion. Sleep. She needed sleep. The girl only hoped that Emyrus was tired as well, because she desperately wanted to escape today's problems. Her (their?) dreams weren't horrifying, like the nightmares that she studied from other soul connections. And that was one thing to be thankful for. She had seen Lord Vash and--she gritted her teeth--Halycon look like the walking dead too many times, exhaustion clear on their faces. She could only imagine how awful the nightmares were, if they kept them from sleeping for that long.
Fidel shivered, dressed into her nightgown and sank into her covers.
If she had the choice, she would sleep the week away.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:04 pm
He waited five or so minutes before teleporting back into her room, standing by the door. By that point she was already asleep. He sighed, wishing he didn't have to wake her up, that he could go sleep himself and wake up to find everything fixed, but that wouldn't happen. No chance. Frowning, he went over and poked her in the side.
"Fidel? Wake up, Fidel," he said, frowning in the dark. Ohhhh, this didn't bode well, no sirree.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 12:56 pm
At first she was pretty sure she was dreaming. It was a swirly, surreal scene beneath her eyelids, with Emyrus calling her for one reason or another. She didn't want to listen, because she was still confused and injured. What did I do? Hey, Emyrus, what did I do? The girl strained to hear his answer, but it came out blurred and jumbled, and it was no use trying to understand.
Hey, wait. Do you hate me? And then he was telling her to wake up. Fidel opened her eyes, and she wasn't entirely sure if she had really opened them at all. There wasn't any light. She turned her head.
Now that person really did look like Emyrus, but that couldn't be right, because the liar was supposed to be in the Purgier mansion, or somewhere away from the White Building. Away from Lord Vash.
"Are you stupid? That is Emyrus." her soul snapped. Fidel jerked upright, then glared at the man. What did he think he was doing, creeping into her bedroom at night after she had made it very clear that she didn't want anything to do with him. The girl scowled and narrowed her eyes, opening her mouth to tell him off. And then she coughed. Smoke?
Yes, Lord Vash had mentioned smelling smoke earlier, and she gagged. Cigarette smoke.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 6:44 pm
He could see her start to slowly stir, and when she actually woke up, she glared outright at him. Then she did something that injured him probably more than the fight earlier. She gagged.
And then he remembered what he smelled like.
"Hey, listen, I'm sorry about the smell," he sighed, glad for the dark. She couldn't see his face if he was in the dark. He smiled lightly, hoping her eyes just never adjusted.
"I've got a friend that really needs a job, and I promised a while ago that I'd try and get her one. She's real good with science, and since you always work with twats who couldn't tell one chemical from the next, you might be able to get her a job?"
He hoped that she wasn't too mad at him to put that biased into this. He hoped on his life, because he'd disappoint not only Tommyboy, but Daria too. And he never let the gang down, not once.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 7:03 pm
So either he was around people who smoked, or he himself smoked. She wrinkled her nose, hoping it was the former.
Fidel paused, considering his question. It was true, most of the lower subordinates in the Science Department weren't too well informed when it came to even the simplest things, like what flammable and what wasn't. Although, Toures wasn't as idiotic, but she had her suspicions about the man's mental stability. Then again, she had said suspicions with everybody in the White Building. Sighing, she sat up completely in bed and focused on her counterpart, squinting until her eyes became more adjusted. The girl blinked a couple times, checking to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.
"Alright, but only on one condition," she said with a chilling calm, smiling at him. "Mind telling me why the hell you look like you were thrown into a blender?" Fidel bit off the words and let out a short sigh.
She stopped Lord Vash so he could get away in one piece, not pick a fight somewhere else and get the s**t kicked out of him anyway.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 10:53 am
He smiled faintly, glad she wasn't about to kill him. But slowly it faded as she asked just why he looked so beat up. Smiling his infamous smile (which he had been told could either kill or steal the heart of a woman), he laughed. No good explanation, and she'd probably at least swat him over the head for the real one, but hey, why not tell the truth for once? She probably wouldn't believe that he was caring enough to risk his own a** just because he was asked to. Then again, there was always a chance, right? He really hoped so, or his goose was cooked.
"Some of my friends had a fight tonight, and asked me to come along. Wasn't that bad," he said, rounding down the whole situation. He'd gotten his face beat into the mud, and one of the dirty cheaters on the Shepherd side brought chains and used that, but only on him and Michael, of course. "Save the big guns for the big guys," he said. Emyrus just thought he was chicken for having to us them in the first place, instead of relying on strength.
"But you think you can get the job? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" he said, glancing up at her with a pleading, childish look that would have made any old woman think he was a perfect little angel.
But Fidel wasn't any old woman.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 5:20 pm
Fidel paused, allowing her mind to digest what he had said. It wasn't a lie (at least, she hoped their soul connection was still working), and at first she was surprised that the liar had friends. But then, she was relieved. People to watch the idiot's back when he ran off to God knows where and got himself into trouble. Of course, considering how beaten up he looked now, she wasn't entirely sure that was the case. She dipped her face in her hands, groaning. The stupid moron.
It was silent for what felt like a long time, before she looked up, staring at her counterpart. The girl grunted and swung her legs over the side of her bed and gripped his wrist, pulling him towards the bathroom. Her soul shuddered in bliss.
"Come on," she sighed wearily. There were plenty of bandages and Peroxide bottles in her bathroom from the Science Department, which had been used on their...patients after most of their...experiments. She bit her lip.
Hey, all for the good of soul research, right?
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 5:50 pm
When she didn't answer he became worried. Would it be that hard to get the job? He could go talk to Dismay, planning on monopolizing the sudden anger between the two counterparts (it was a very delightful thing to be moderate friends with Klemenis, Halycon's "brother"), but if Vash said no, then the final answer was no, wasn't it? The two were supposed to run the White Building as a team, but it wouldn't surprise him to see Vash abusing authority, attempting to dominate over the younger, sweeter counterpart. He frowned lightly at the thought of the tall, bleak man. No good would come from him, as he had proved so much lately.
If it wouldn't break Fidel's heart, make Halycon kill him, give Evanescere a better excuse to devour him, and amuse Currise (he'd learned it was a very bad idea to amuse the elder Tribulation Earl; things ended badly when he was too pleased, because he never truly let someone see when he was pleased) all at the same time if he brutally murdered Vash, he would. A steely glint flared through his eyes. The man was only ever in the way. An obstacle
to overcome, but it was far from a hill of an obstacle; more like a mountain. It never moved, never changed, and never relented. There really wasn't a way to get around him, either. He was too closely entwined in what was happening to simply avoid him.
But then again, killing him just wouldn't work.
A tug on his wrist made him start, jerking him away from the morbid thoughts of a morbid man's death. His soul started to flutter and bounce around and ripple and hum all at once with the gentle touch as they came into the bathroom. He raised an eyebrow as she pulled him into the room.
"What are you doing, Fidel?" he asked, and then realized something. Talking about his poor shape. Bathroom. Medical supplies were usually kept in bathrooms. He gasped, eyes wide.
"You're not honestly going to bandage me up, are you?" he demanded, aghast.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 6:28 pm
Fidel yanked open a cabinet, causing one of the sharp corners to dent the wall, and grabbed a pair of scissors. She slammed the point down near the man's hand, glaring violently at him.
"Yes, Emyrus, I am." she growled, turning to pull a bottle of Peroxide, pain killers, and a roll of bandages from the cabinet. She didn't bother to explain that the Purgiers would either eat his soul or suck the life out of him, and not to mention his injuries could get infected. The subordinate frowned for a moment, looking him up and down. She frowned, leaning on the counter,
"Take off your shirt," she commanded. She wouldn't hear any arguments about any of this.
The girl would be able to get this friend of his a job, of course. It would be easy, since she was the head of her department, and Lord Vash had never been all that interested in interviews. He always had the attitude of, "as long as they don't set the building on fire..." and then left the final decision of who to hire into the Science Department up to her. She had never really been attached to most of her co-workers, aside from the select few, because they usually were incredibly annoying, sleezy, or downright stupid. Not only that, but their souls didn't stay in their body for too long, considering who ran the White Building. She shrugged.
Oh well.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 6:45 pm
He winced as she slammed the scissors down next to his hand, and with the sudden answer to his question (and, you know, that pointed glare really did help make a point), he couldn't really argue.
Oh, but he could argue about taking his shirt off.
He rolled his shirt up, revealing his stomach. That was the most bruised and cut part of his chest, anyway. His upper chest and shoulders could heal on their own. And his neck was so far from her business that if she so much as touched it he would be out of the damn room.
He only stared down at her, waiting for the burn of Peroxide or something, but even that wouldn't be worse than having her see his neck. Nothing would be worse. He'd rather die. It wasn't like the gang seeing him; Fidel mattered. Her opinion counted, and he especially didn't want her to find out when she was so utterly pissed with him.
She could try her hardest, but it just wasn't happening.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 8:18 pm
She looked away and reached for the bandage roll and braced herself to yank the scissors out of the counter. The girl stumbled backwards, successfully pulling the potential weapon out. When she turned around again, scissors in one hand and thick bandages in the other, she shook hear head and quirked an eyebrow, smiling at his stupidity.
"You dumb liar," she said, amused. "The whole thing." Fidel gestured with her small hands, looking at the top of his shirt. No doubt there were cuts and bruises and the like up there as well, and they would, in fact, get infected if they weren't treated properly.
She sighed, watching him. "They'll heal wrong if they're not treated," she warned, and grabbed some cotton swabs from the cabinet. Emyrus could whine and complain all he wanted, but she would treat him, even if it stung like hell./color]
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