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 Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 5:57 pm
Mot felt heavy. He'd tried talking to Shun. Tried to assure him he had so many other paths and choices towards strength if he'd simply give it a chance. But he proved disgustingly stubborn. It made the grim reaper ill with sadness. Sadness, and maybe mixed with a lot of frustration. He'd considered Shun a friend. Why wouldn't he even TRY to listen? Just.. try?
He found himself at his own door, and as much as he wanted to flop on to his bed and mope, he thought better of it.
He turned around and headed to Hel's room, rapping his knuckles on the door.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 6:28 pm
The soft clacking of a loom could be heard behind Hel’s door, and it paused as the sound of rapping on the door took over. A visitor, huh? The reaper blinked, looking over her shoulder at the door.
There a lull in silence before the voice spoke up from within, calling out. “Ya? Door is open.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 6:32 pm
Mot smiled softly, not having heard Hel's voice in some time. He entered the room, softly shutting the door behind him and casting a tired smile at the wingless Valkyrie.
"Hi." He greeted simply, walking over to the ghoul and seating himself nearby. "How have you been?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 6:47 pm
Hel blinked again as Mot entered the room.
Ah.
It had been a while. The last time she had seen him he stayed behind. A lot had happened then…probably the closest she had ever come to death. Hel’s face looked unreadable for a moment as she once again processed all that had happened during the invasion of the Hunter Head Quarters…Mot’s choice to stay back… After a moment she shook her head a bit and smiled wryly, scooting over on her bench so that Mot could take a seat too.
“Hello.” She paused, and then reached up to scratch her neck, her hair pulled up into a messy bun with a frown on her face as she pondered the question. “…Been better, honestly, but I am still existing, and that is a good thing…” She glanced at the beginnings of her fox fire blanket. “…How have you been?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 6:53 pm
It felt almost awkward. Some time had passed without her company, and while her voice was comfortingly familiar, it was like they were strangers suddenly. Mot had taken a bit of a shaky stand back then. Back at that locker room. It was like he'd put up a wall between himself and his friends.
"Um.. okay, I suppose. I guess we're both um.. dealing with things." Whatever things each of them were dealt, they were dealing. In their own way.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 7:32 pm
Hel nodded her head a bit, turning back in her seat to look down at her loom.
“…Ah…ya. This is true…” She paused, and the fleeting thought of ‘what did you have to face? You stayed behind’ drifted through her head before she pushed it away. “…So…” She started, picking up with her weaving on her loom. “What are you dealing with?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 7:36 pm
"Nothing important. It's fine." Mot said quietly, fidgeting with his hands. He didn't need to lay onto Hel all of his insecurities again. They'd gotten worse. So much worse. "I don't know what went on after I left at all. Nothing. I didn't see you till now, so.." Mot lifted a hand to scratch his neck.
"Is there anything you need to get off your chest? I mean.. no one is talking. I thought it was fine, since Mitsu and the others are back and safe but.."
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 7:46 pm
The ghoul abruptly stopped moving the bracket of her loom to level a dead pan stare at Mot. Her head even snapped down as she stared up at him, like a limp doll. The look said really?
Hel huffed, blowing some whisps of hair out of her face as she straightened herself back up. “…Well. How about this. A trade, ya?” She looked over at him with a brow arched. “I will—“ She made air quotes “—Get this off my chest…if you tell me what are you dealing with as well…deal?” She held out a hand to him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 7:49 pm
Mot let out an exasperated sigh and took her hand, shaking it firmly. "Deaaaal."
"Who has to go first?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 7:52 pm
Hel shook Mot’s hand firmly, and then immediately released it to press her pointer finger against her nose.
“Not it.” She replied with a playful grin, staring up at the cowboil with a bit of amusement. Yeah, she went there. It was childish for sure, but it was Hel. What could he expect? That didn’t change, no matter the circumstances.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 7:57 pm
Mot puffed his cheeks. Great. He had to be whiny right off the bat.
Mot huffed a sigh again and ruffled his disheveled head of hair. Oh yeah. Dishevelled. He'd been getting a bit lazy with his appearance. "Well.. that day I stayed behind really hit me hard. I realized that there was this wall between me and everyone else I know and love. I felt like I lost something that tied me to all of you." The reaper, rested his gaze on the loom, making it easier to gather his thoughts then looking into hel's two toned gaze. He didn't want judgement. Not right now.
"It made me realize that I'm just not cut out for the work of a Boogeyman. I think I've been chasing a childhood dream without truly understanding what it entailed." He shrugged lightly and smiled.
"So, I'm lost. I'm not really sure what I want to do anymore. I mean.. I haven't given up. No, just.. I'm at a stand still for the time being. I need to rethink my goals and ambitions."
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 8:21 pm
Hel fell silent as Mot started to speak, though the further he went on, she wanted to interject about him giving up on his dream. The ghoul slapped a hand over her mouth and huffed, luckily waiting until he was finished until she spoke. His disheveled hair didn’t escape her notice either, especially as he ran his hand through it.
Ready to do something about it, and wanting something else to occupy her hands from her frustration, Hel leapt up from her seat and moved to stand behind the grim. She reached out and started to run her fingers through his hair, straightening it out. Her lower lip stuck out in a pout as she tried to wrap her mind around what he had said. She still had a hard time grasping the idea of relenting…of not pursuing what one originally had in mind. She didn’t know what to say in the matter of a career but…
“What do you think ties you to us?” She asked, her brows furrowing. “Lost…” Hel murmured. “…Well…what do you like doing, Mot? What is your passion?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 8:30 pm
Mot hummed thoughtfully, his mind calming ever slightly as Hel ran her fingers through his hair. "Well, our time and bonds ties me to all of you. Our past. But.. I find that in times of danger, I don't measure up. It's less a matter of inexperience, and more a matter of heart. I have been here as long as, if not longer than some of my friends, but somehow I have come to feel left behind. I am no fighter, Hel. I do not believe fighting is my way of solving problems."
His eyes lidded as he thought about his passion. Ever since giving up on his dream, he'd taken up some hobbies, and pursued older ones more intensely. "I.. really enjoy woodcrafts."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 9:14 pm
Hel's brows were still furrowed as she listened to the cowboil, and her lips kept twisting as well. She continued to run her fingers through his hair, smoothing it out and straightening it until it was somewhat tamed, and started to split it up into three sections to braid it. "Ah…but Mot…" She hummed for a moment, shifting her weight from foot to foot. "…I know…I know you are not a warrior at heart…but…but you still need to be able to fight for what you believe in…for those who are important to you…you can not tell me that you will keep staying behind when your beliefs and friends are being compromised…"
She paused, and leaned, peering at him with a raised brow. Well…going from Boogeyman to wood crafting seemed…a bit anti-climatic. "…Well…I know you like it…and you are very good at it…but…could you really make a career out of it…would that make you happy…?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 9:24 pm
"No.. I suppose I can't just settle with staying behind. But before I jump in anywhere headstrong, I need to rethink myself and my ambitions. Otherwise I would be flying blind." Mot mused, scratching his chin. He wouldn't be like Shun, saying No No No to every little thing. Never would he be that stubborn. That stupid.
Mot huffed thinking about it.
"Aha.. Probably not. It's a hobby. Nothing more. But I certainly do not want to base my future on strife and conflict. I pictured something better for myself. Something with purpose...OH!" He perked up, smiling. "What about what a Grim Reaper is meant to do? What Halloween is meant to do? Harvest Fear. I've been on a field trip and a lecture all about scaring and Fear, and I feel like concentrating on the basics would be best!" Mot smiled to himself.
"Or maybe it is too simple?"
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