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 Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 7:35 pm
There was something wrong. Something amiss.
Mot's door was wide open, but no Mot could be seen. Drawers were left open, papers strewn about, and cupboards also open. A mass of white labcoat was sticking out from under the bed, big black boots shuffling side to side as the form wiggled about.
Was that Mot? The long black hair that hung across the back of the coat was up in a messy ponytail, and they were tall. However their face was obscured by the fact their head was under the bed.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 7:45 pm
Hel happened to be coming down the hall from some Parkour training, rolling and popping her shoulders as she hummed a bit.
It was very suspicious that Mot’s door was open, and of course being the nosey soul that Hel was, she had to go look. The ghoul nearly had a heart attack though as she stood in the door way and saw that Mot’s room was a mess. Mot’s room was never this untidy! The reaper looked dismayed then as the boil appeared to be under his bed…
Wait…
Why was he wearing different clothes?
Was it going to be one of those days? Hel couldn’t help but wonder as she wandered into his room, brows furrowed. “…Woah there, cowboil.” She called out to the form, resting her hands on her hips as she stared down near the bed. “What in Jack’s name are you looking for that you had to trash your room?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 7:49 pm
The form stopped shuffling about, saying and doing nothing for a moment or two. Then, it began to shimmy backward, out from under the bed. The figure rose up to his feet, standing at a solid 6 feet 5 inches tall. They had long black, scraggly hair, thick goggles over their eyes. He loomed down over the Valkyries before leaning in closely, inspecting her face with intrigue.
"You know my son?! Where is he?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 7:55 pm
Hmm…something seemed off, and Hel couldn’t put her finger on it yet…
She waited for the boil to acknowledge her, tapping her foot impatiently, until he was finally out and then looming over her more than usual. Oh s**t. Mot’s hair was never that unkempt…and he didn’t have googly eyes either! The reaper tensed first, clenching her fists and getting ready to sock the intruder who dared to be in Mot’s room. A hand came up to press against the older reaper’s cheek, pushing his face away from hers with a scowl.
“Back the ******** up you gangly bas—“
You know my son!?
His…son…
Wha…?
“…You are Mot’s father!?” Hel exploded in pure disbelief.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 7:59 pm
The young lady almost swore. Hm. How curious.
"Of course I am! Do you not see the resemblance?!" He boomed. While he did look something like Mot, his eyes were obstructed by goggles. "What a stupid question. Goodness. What do you think you're doing in here? This is not your room. How rude!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:06 pm
No wonder Mot grimaced when he talked about his father.
Hel had been imagining some kind of mellow reaper who was very down to Halloween and probably a hell lotta wise as well. Needless to say, Hel was being rubbed the wrong way and quickly, Mot’s father or not. Any thoughts of making a good impression had gone out the window.
“No, I do not see the resemblance, because Mot does not display any features of wack job.” Hel snapped. The ghoul bowed up, puffing up her chest as she stared up at the reaper. “The one who is being rude here is you! This is not your room and you are ransacking it!”
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:09 pm
"Wack Job? Goodness but you are mistaken! I am a GEEEEENIUS!" He bellowed, his arms raised high.
"And of course it is mine! My son lives here, and my son is mine, so therefore the room is mine." He huffed indignantly. "My name is Daedalus O'Boyle, but you will refer to me as Dr. O'Boyle." He commanded, his hands slipping into his pockets.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:18 pm
Hel just stared and may have been shaking her head a bit in disbelief as she stared at the reaper with her mouth hanging open. Ridiculous. She still couldn’t believe this was Mot’s father.
Her brow twitched.
“Alright…Doctor Sinnsforvirret…” Her lips twitched. “…Say…I am rather curious…Mot and I were discussing weapons the other day…” The reaper suddenly interjected. “What kind of weapon do you wield? Aside from crazy…”
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:30 pm
"You poor poor ghoul.." He said, shaking his head, almost as if he ignored her question. "You're so daft you cannot remember names." He looked at her with an expression tat was terribly condescending. He then lifted his shoulders, puffing up proudly. "But, I will enlighten you. I wield a---"
"DAD!!!!!" A shriek belonging to Mot came from the doorway, the tall grim looking absolutely livid. "I only left you here for FIVE MINUTES! Five.. Minutes! What the Hell did you do to my room!?" He didn't seem to notice Hel until after he'd yelled, staring at her a moment before going red with embarrassment.
Oh no... she met him..
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:37 pm
Oh…Hel didn’t take well to condescending tones and looks at all. “Listen here you Jacking arrogant overgrown tooth pick fruity mother fu—“
The reaper snapped out of it as Mot’s voice suddenly rang out through out the room. Mot didn’t often shriek, so it was certainly a surprise. She blinked and went wide eyed, the finger she had started to point accusingly at Daedalus going a bit slack. “Oh…hello there Mot…Doctor Sinnsforvirret and I were having a nice little chat about weapons…he was just about to inform me of what he wields…”
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:45 pm
"Now son, don't be silly. It was much longer than five minutes." Daedalus corrected, unaffected by Mot's anger. Mot scowled at him, turning his burning gaze to Hel as she spoke. "It doesn't matter what he wields, don't let him get a word in or you'll be here forever." He scolded.
"IT DOESN'T MATTER!? Watch your tongue, Mot!" The older reaper boomed, taken aback. "Such insolence! Did you find it?"
"No. It wasn't in the lobby." Mot replied with a dark look. He walked into the room, eyeing Hel cautiously for a moment. "He lost his wallet. He's only here because he wanted a hair sample." He murmured only to Hel. His father had turned around and was now rifling around Mot's nightstand, where he kept his most precious possessions; such as his crown, his Riley doll, and other things.
"Don't touch those!" He snapped.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:56 pm
Hel looked a bit taken aback at Mot’s sour attitude…but at least she wasn’t the cause of it…this time.
The ghoul watched the interaction between the two, becoming more and more dismayed as it went on. She bantered with her papa, sure…but it was no where near like this…he didn’t cause her ire like this. Her heart went out to the cowboil more.
“He is only here for—“ Hel looked even more taken aback, and then horrified. Mot’s father only came for…a hair sample? Not…to see how…Mot was doing? Not to visit him!? Hel was silent for a long while and went tightlipped. Her trigger was easily pulled today…so easily pulled. “…You can not be serious!?” It was Hel’s turn to shriek now. She then stomped over to where the older reaper was rifling through Mot’s things and slammed her palms on the nightstand. “You are not here to see how your son is fairing!? You are not here to check up on his well being!?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 9:01 pm
Mot mentally smacked himself. He should have pretended it was fine, because now Hel was involved.
Daedalus ceased his rifling only because Hel's hand was in the way. He stared at it as if it was the source of her scolding. "Why? Is he sick?" The man asked curiously, looking behind him at Mot. "Have you fallen ill, m'boil?"
"No."
"Oh... he says he is not ill. Cease your pointless fussing." He huffed at her hand and turned, hands on his hips. "I have so much to do, and this problem as taken precious time away from research."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 9:10 pm
Daedalus might as well have punched Hel in the face. With words. It blew her mind. How could…how could a parent be so…unconcerned with their scareling?
Hel pushed off of the nightstand and quickly whipped around it, coming to stand right in front of the older reaper with her fists clenched and her teeth gritted. “No, you cease with your pointless reason for being here! Have you any idea of what your son has been going through since his time here at Amityville!?” Sorry Mot…whether you wanted your father to know or not, Hel wasn’t going to let this go.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 9:15 pm
"N-no Hel don't---"
"What!?" Daedalus bellowed, looming over the small, curvy reaper. "DO YOU have any idea who you're talking to, young lady? A being of my genius has no time for such frivolous things. Now step aside! I need my wallet to get home!"
"Yes.. Hel.. please let him find his wallet so he can get out of my hair."
"Now now son, I will have you escort me so that I may regale you with my research."
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