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 Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:18 pm
The incident was over and Savior could finally walk again, not that she understood why she couldn't walk in the first place. The concept that she had died also seemed wasted on her and it didn't even tug at her moods, the thoughts of the event tucked neatly away in the back of her brain. After a night of sleep or a head injury it would be forgotten entirely and that was how the Marrowstripe survived for so long without too much stress.
Unfortunately for her it didn't seem like the rest of the student body was as lucky (or unlucky, depending) since many were holing themselves up in their rooms and refusing to come out. While Savior's power of observation was severely sub-par do to her inability to recall specific things over a period of time, she did have enough confidence to say that she could notice people not being around. Wondering where many of them were she traced her steps from the past few weeks, her sand sticking in cracks to aid her, and the monster found herself outside of what looked to be dorms. There was a familiar scent coming from within the building and - since there was no decay or undead smell period - it was acceptable for her to go in.
And by go in she climbed around on the side of the building until she found the source - a slightly open window with a somewhat familiar figure inside. "Laaaark."
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:35 pm
The instant that Lark had left Cricket's office, she'd gone directly to her dorm. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred seeds, no thank you. She'd gone to her dorm and there she'd stayed. Aside from the brief time that Roch had stopped by to visit, the reaper ghoul had kept herself cut off from all outside interaction. She hadn't even logged on to HIM to talk to Kettil about what had happened.
She sat in the middle of her bed. Knees drawn up, arms wrapped around her legs. Her face was buried in her knees. There was no light on, no music playing, no nothing. Just solitude, silence and sometimes, sometimes, the soft sound of crying.
At the sound of a familiar voice calling out to her, Lark lifted her head and peered towards the window that rested above the kitchenette sink.
"Savior?" Lark's voice was low and raspy. She rose to her feet and padded over to the window, peering out. "What're y'doin' here? I ain't want t'visit. Go away!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:46 pm
Oh hey Savior was right and she found someone on her first try! Go Savior! The Marrowstripe practically purred as much as she could anyway, for her discovery, though Lark's harsh tone. . . didn't even do anything to bother her either. "S'okay, Savior here." Whether it was because she was too dense to notice the mood or because she was intent on doing things her own way anyway she pulled her body closer to the window and stuck a hand inside the room, her knuckles cracking with the movements. It seemed as though her own body was taking a bit to recover from the death she didn't remember and it puzzled her clearly, just not enough to make her stop doing anything. "Why Lark. Where Benroo."
The Marrowstripe was going to be coming in now even if she hadn't been invited, as she used her upper body strength basically flip over Lark's head and land inside the room. A thin trail of sand sprayed behind her during the motion and it landed on everything with a coat of citrus scent. Around her feet a small pile was developing as she swayed to get her balance, apparently surprised to find that she could pull off such a move and not injure herself in the process.
It was a good day for Savior.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 5:55 pm
"Y'ningnong, yer makin' a mess and I just ..."
Lark promptly burst into tears.
"I just cleaned again and now y'got SAND all over EVERYTHING n' I just tol'ja that I ain't want company but y'didn't listen n'now LOOK what happened!"
Quite the outburst, and Lark clapped her hands over her mouth, looking downright horrified at what had happened. Her eyes were swollen from the long hours she'd spent crying, and she almost burst into tears again when she realized that Savior had asked about Ben.
"What'ya mean why, Savior?" She shook her head and rubbed her nose with the sleeve of her pajama shirt. "Ben's gone."
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 6:30 pm
At the sudden outburst of crying Savior literally backed up a bit, her steps taking her away from Lark with her hands posed in front. This crying thing was still new to the Marrowstripe each time it happened because the incidents were few and far between, but the loud noise of it and the fact it was coming from a person was a bit unsettling. The monster's eyebrows raised themselves into a more confused than concern position, though they went back to neutral when the crying stopped. Thank Jack, Savior wasn't sure if she was going to have to hit Lark or something to make the outburst stop. Hitting things usually made loud things go quiet, as far as she knew anyway.
"Gone. Wut gone, how gone."
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 6:37 pm
"I dunno, Savior. Th'fire and th'pain and... I just can't stop thinkin' 'bout what happened out there in that clearin'." She rubbed her eyes with her fists before glaring at Savior. It would be obvious to anyone who had even the slightest bit of intuition that Lark didn't want to talk about Ben.
"He was gone b'fore the fires started, Savior. Y'understand? Gone." She slashed her hand through the air. Her voice was much quieter now, and the tears had stilled. For the time being, at least.
"Don't y'remember what happened out there?!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 7:32 pm
Remember? Vaguely, at best. Savior looked at Lark and honestly shook her head no, only recalling things like the sky and somehow being unable to move. After that there was pretty much nothing except waking up, being surrounded by undeads, and getting the Jackin' hell out of there as fast as her legs could carry her. Also, she lost Sheet, which meant that she was now currently naked. Again.
"No noes. Savior can't." It was almost as if she knew that she had a very limited or suppressed memory just for situations like that. If she were to remember all the trauma, all the damage and heartache, would she still be able to live each day to the fullest? No. By now Savior would still be suffering from being on the Island, would still be suffering over watching Red die and being nearly burned to death.
Instead she stood naked in Lark's room, getting sand all over while the ghoul just cried. "Why nout call. Benroo. Beeeenroo." Did Lark say they lived together? If that was the case then he had to be somewhere in the room, even if he wasn't able to be seen.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 9:06 am
Lark had been so mentally distraught that she hadn't really noticed that Savior was buck-a** naked. Again. Shaking her head, Lark moved to her bed. From underneath it she pulled a large plastic-like bin. Out of the bin came another sheet, this one a dark chocolate brown. Shoving the tote back under the bed, Lark shook the sheet out before wrapping it around Savior's shoulders. Only then did she meet the marrowstripe's eyes.
"S'not that easy," she grumbled, shaking her head and moving to one of the kitchen drawers. Lark dug around within for a moment before retrieving a large safety pin. She used the pin to connect the edges of the sheet along Savior's collarbone. It hung like some sort of bizarre cape.
"I just.." Lark shook her head, staring down at the sand that was scattered around the floor. "S'complicated."
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 1:01 pm
"Copinkate, why. Just call Benroo." Savior was failing to see why Lark just didn't do what she was doing because a lack of explanation was not what she was looking for. She did however like the new Sheet she was given, it was an interesting color and it felt nice on her skin. It wouldn't be this nice after a while though, given her flesh was the consistency of sandpaper and all, but the thought was what really counted. "Benroo yoars. Come called."
Savior would always come when people called her name, or she'd come even if they just looked at her though. Either way the monster just did as she was told because it was easier, she didn't need to worry about thinking too much. People who thought too much always ended up crying all the time - like this person here was doing. Savior reached over and patted Lark on the shoulder before moving her hand to the side of her face. "No leak."
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 2:13 pm
Lark squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. It was hard to explain something so difficult to someone that was so (for lack of a better word) simple. Maybe it would be easier to be more like Savior. Maybe it would be more tolerable to live day to day life if Lark was more like Savior.
Maybe Savior had a point.
At the rough rasp of Savior's hand against her cheek, Lark sighed. "Yer right, ya damned nong." She shook her head fondly. It wouldn't be hard to summon Ben in front of Savior, not like it would be to do so in front of Roch. She doubted that Savior would remember if Lark had failed.
"Y'better not laugh if this goes wrong, Savior," Lark warned. She'd pop Savior in the face if she did.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 4:33 pm
Savior didn't understand the concept of laughter, which went to say that Savior had never laughed before. she might have and it would have been creepy, but she didn't think she willingly knew how to laugh or even what a laugh was. Had others laughed around her before? If they had it wasn't much of anything in her ears, all she could remember knowing as yells and screams.
"Wut rong." Savior shrugged as she looked to Lark, curious as to why the woman was worried. "Benroo now." She was waiting, and Lark's motions made her get her hopes up a little. Even though the Marrowstripe didn't like the creature much because he looked like he wanted to hit her, if Benroo was there Lark stopped leaking.
It was a win/win.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 4:42 pm
Lark sighed, lifting a hand that visibly trembled. She stared at that hand for a long time. Coming face to face with her own nervousness was a harsh realization that she'd lost control. It was important to Lark to have control over her familiar. Without her familiar, she was nothing.
She was nobody.
Falling silent, Lark just stared at that hand for a long time before she formed a fist. Closing her eyes, Lark exhaled harshly. The terror that gripped her was too strong. Far, far too strong. She had to get over it. She had to, or she'd be nothing for the rest of her life, just like her dad had said.
Or maybe she really was nothing, just like he'd said.
"I'm too scared, Savior. I'm too scared, I can't do it. I can't."
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 4:56 pm
"Scared of wut. Call Benroo nao." Savior moved over to where Lark had shuffled and took the Reaper's hands into her own, looking at them. She thought there might have been something in them that Lark would be using, but instead she was visibly disappointed to find nothing in them. Thankfully for Lark Savior's palms were soft and not at all rough like the rest of her flesh, and the Marrowstripe moved and interlaced her fingers with hers. "Call Benroo."
Was her voice soft or harsh, her words a request or a demand? It was hard to tell with Savior, but at the very least she was there for Lark.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:09 pm
Lark sighed. Honestly, it was now with Savior or later by herself. She'd promised Roch, after all, but she hadn't been expecting Savior to crawl up to her window.
"Fine," she said shakily. "But if he's jiggered, Savior..." her voice held a threatening tone, not like she'd follow up on it. Savior's presence was soothing for some strange reason, and Lark wasn't sure if the ghoul was trying to be supportive or not.
Squeezing Savior's fingers, , Lark closed her eyes. She gave a small grunt. There was a strange flickering before a very whole, very complete Ben came into view.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:46 pm
And there he was, the angry Benroo that Savior remembered from before, just suddenly appearing out of nowhere and all that. The Marrowstripe would have jumped back if she still hadn't been holding on to Lark's hands. Her face remained about as expressive as usual, only her eyebrows showing off her surprise, and Savior whistled her approval. "See. Benroo." Savior likely would never know how much inner struggle all of that probably caused Lark, nor would she care even if she did know.
All that mattered was she was right and Lark had been able to call Benroo without a problem. "Hi Benroo." The Marrowstripe let go of one of Lark's hands and waved, the other one still holding with fingers interlocked.
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