[ The car pileup ] On the highway is a massive pileup of cars that seem almost eerie with how high they are stacked. They provide a decent warmth away from all the cold, so at least that is good. There's also random supplies in the car, nothing edible or really usable, but they could be fun (pick something that you'd see in a car often, your character can Icly play around with it. KEEP IT PG13 SERIOUSLY).
The sight of something familiar was almost better than a portal at this point, and for a moment Mimsy could only laugh, a reflex to being too relieved and exhausted all at once. She tested the security of the closest abandoned vehicle, leaned against the dented door, and slid to sit with her head propped back against it.
Her mother was still sleeping (or comatose, or whatever the case happened to be), curled halfway up in her lap, legs spilling over it. Just to ensure this was true before she said anything to the contrary, she observed her for exactly sixty seconds, methodically counting each one of them, growing more tense as she reached the minute mark.
Nothing happened, of course.
With everything properly assessed and accounted for, she waited to hear Robert's voice over the radio - then waited for the sight of him, remaining cautiously huddled up near the cluster of blue cars as she'd been instructed.
Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10Total: 10 (1-10)
Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 1:38 am
MOB SUMMON
[ MOB NAME] Robert's Shadow MOB HP: 60 Mob Autodamage: -5 damage Mob Special Ability: If you encounter this mob and do not want to fight it, you can "FLEE" from it. Take -5 auto damage for fleeing, and it will be considered that you escaped from it. You can keep rping in the thread you are in having REMOVED this monster from play (fled from it!) Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: ROLL 1d10 for loot after you roll this one. This is the card number you get. (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_1.png <-- REPLACE THE "1" in the .PNG with the number of the card to get the CORRECT image). Add to journal and use here 2: A potato on the minis site. Redeem it here! 3. Bottled Water on the minis site. Redeem it here! 4. A frying pan on the minis site. Redeem it here!
As usual, he was audible before he was visible. The hard thumps of heavy boots against pavement thudded closer as he tore towards the blue cars he'd passed on his run, and caught sight of her before he was anywhere close enough to speak safely.
So he did not speak safely.
"MIMSY!!!!!!!!" He screamed, his voice bouncing off of the buildings around him so loudly they let off a few crumbles. His voice attracted more than just her attention, as a shadow began to follow him in his run. It took shape as it followed him, reaching out with hands that looked just like his own. The touch of the Robert shadow burned his back, and forced him to turn and look at what was behind him- followed immediately by a double take as he registered the sight of his own face.
It was dark, angry, and malicious. And the expression was not entirely unfamiliar to him.
"Nope nope nope keep running keep running you stay right there Mimsy give me a second-" Robert never stopped when he reached Mimsy, and neither did his shadow. They continued to run all the way down the pile of cars, turned the corner, and disappeared out of sight.
Ten minutes later, a very tired man jogged back around towards her, free of his own shadow; and still carrying the limp form of a small woman on his shoulder. He reached Mimsy, stood in front of her for a few seconds to try and catch his breath, and promptly collapsed at her feet instead.
The unconscious woman was trapped underneath him. He was not doing a very good job of keeping her safe.
[ MOB NAME] Undying Crawler MOB HP: 10 HP Mob Autodamage: -2 damage Mob Special Ability: N/A Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: ROLL 1d10 for loot after you roll this one. This is the card number you get. (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_1.png <-- REPLACE THE "1" in the .PNG with the number of the card to get the CORRECT image). Add to journal and use here 2: N/A 3. A potato on the minis site. Redeem it here! 4. N/A
The sound of Robert's voice and his approaching footsteps were all that Mimsy focused on, just like he'd said. The only exception to this was when the sound of what she'd thought were his echoing steps turned out to be an Infected that was decidedly not him, but Svensyl took care of it without much effort on her end. She silently thanked him for helping her listen, the lack of precedence surprising her yet again.
At the sight of Robert--finally, thank goodness--she smiled to greet him...then looked extremely confused for the entire length of time it took for him to come back again.
"I missed you. I missed you so much." Her voice was unsteady, just beginning to break. "I don't think I have ever missed you more. I've been so..."
As she trailed off, her expression evened out into something more neutral.
He'd missed how Mimsy and Svensyl obliterated a monster, but he'd seen her at her best before, and wouldn't have been surprised. When he lay there catching his breath, the sight of her above him was halo'd by the light above, and she looked like an angel.
As she always did, to him.
Her expression evened out and his grin turned goofy, before he realized why she'd gone cold and sat back up again. "Aw s**t, did I kill her?" He whimpered, turning to try and check her pulse. The girl was face down, but still breathing, despite how messy and raggedy she looked; Robert was never very gentle with his toys.
The thought of Sunday reminded Robert of Mimsy's charge, and he swiveled back around to fuss over her with needy, tugging hands. "How you doing baby, you okay? You safe? Where's your mom?" His face pinched helplessly when he used the word - there were other words he wanted to use for Caroline Kercher.. mom was never one of them.
nothing yet
Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 5:25 pm
This was far from a simple civilian rescue at this point, and the girl's safety was nowhere near the forefront of her thoughts. But she knew that Robert would have been upset, had he actually killed the girl he was carrying, so she made no efforts to clarify her reasons. It made him comply with her request, anyway, and she patiently waited for him to verify that she wasn't dead.
"I'm okay. She's..." She relaxed her defensive position, uncurling herself and the protective nest of sweaters she'd created after the unconscious woman's temperature began to dip. The garments had been no less puzzling than any other thing - she had them neatly folded in a bag with nothing but a pair of goggles and supplies, some marked with names, others marked with notes that Mimsy found uncomfortably caring. One sweater still had a visible note pinned to it, which read 'Liam'.
"...um. Here." That was the best she had for this. "Robert, this is my mother. Mother, this is my husband."
Having had quite a bit of practice pretending that an unconscious family member was still able to comprehend and communicate, she found no difficulty doing the same here, lifting Caroline's hand in a little wave to him.
"She may...already, ah...know you." She diverted her eyes like a child being confronted about doing something wrong. "When I sent an announcement of our wedding, I was under the impression that she was deceased...but it was only because I love you!"
Robert did not wave back, but he tried very hard not to look angry at the unconscious woman that Mimsy was introducing him to. His eyes remained on her, for the most part. It was safer, there. Easier. Calmer. And he missed the sight of her so damn much, in what was in reality just a small amount of time.
"That's all right." Robert murmured, keeping his voice quiet, and low. "I don't rightly care about whether she knows me or not, all I care about is how you're doing. So tell me." His hands reached out, pulling them away from Caroline so he could hold them both in his own. He demanded her attention, if only to get some answers. "How are you really doing with all this?"
nothing yet
Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 7:06 pm
At the instant that he took her hands in his, Mimsy accepted it as a confirmation that ignoring the unconscious woman for the sake of what she needed was all right. She pulled herself close to him, nestled halfway under one of his arms as she pressed her face against his chest, taking time to feel nothing but this.
Eventually, she contentedly sighed and rubbed her cheek against him, moving only far enough away from him to look up to meet his eyes. Even though he'd found her, the look in her eyes still seemed lost.
"How is it right to hate her for what she has done, when it's not right to hate me for what I have?" Her voice was small and uncertain. "Is it right at all?"
There she was, back in his arms, nestled and safe. He felt complete again, and let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. A tiny, embarrassingly needy sigh escaped him when he did, and his eyes closed as he brushed his head against her whenever it was possible. They became two ridiculously affectionate animals, trying to bump heads into one another as much as possible.
When she looked up at him he stopped nuzzling, and gave her a faint, encouraging smile. It froze in place at the question, and his mind went blank from the difficulty.
He always seemed to have the answers to questions like these, the ones she never could figure out on her own.
But this.
"I uh," He stammered, hoping for some kind of wisdom to just come tumbling out. For once, none came. "I don't know how to answer that." And the shame of having to admit that flooded his face with color, and tightened his arms around her. He became deathly scared that she would leave him, for he was suddenly no longer enough to be everything she needed.
And he wasn't going to let her go.
nothing yet
Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 10:10 pm
That was not the answer she hoped to hear, but Mimsy wasn't disappointed. It seemed like an especially difficult dilemma, and it was good enough to know that she wasn't alone in her uncertainty.
"It's okay. Don't worry," she murmured in reassurance, muffled by the hug she didn't try to escape. She hugged him back with all her might instead, but all her strength wasn't nearly comparable. "I don't know either. I don't think I can."
When she was with him like this, so caught up in all of him, it was always hard to remember that anything else existed. She kept it that way for as long as she could, fingers clutching at his coat again whenever they began to slip, refusing to let them fall apart. Even when she spoke again, she didn't see any reason to move away just for the sake of being heard.
He did not see any reason to move away, even as his eyes opened, and narrowed to slits. They glared at Caroline with the expression he'd seen just moments ago, on the face of his own shadow.
"That's okay, baby." He murmured with a strangely even voice. "I can hate her enough for the both of us."
nothing yet
Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 12:38 am
For a moment, Mimsy didn't mind that one bit.
But she continued to think about it, letting herself be held against him in silence. The longer she thought, the more she began to worry. It brought her back to her initial conundrum, always returning to that position where new data did not cooperate with old laws. She wondered if it was necessary to clarify, to be more specific in exactly what she meant. Maybe she'd just ask a better question this time.
"If I told you that I had reason to believe that she found her home, like I did," she began on an anxious exhale. "And that I am similarly confident that someone may have helped her be okay, like you did--but most assuredly not as good. Knowing that we share nearly identical criteria, circumstances, prior environmental factors, application of stimuli..."
Her intent was to ask a better question, but it wasn't easy to ask. She closed her eyes and held her breath.
"Are you certain that you can still love me, if you hate her?"
He looked startled at the question, and his attention became hyper focused on Mimsy alone. "What are you talkin' about? Nothing in the world, no hate for nobody or no feelings at all, is ever gonna change how much I love you. Nothing. Nothing has the power to do that. Besides, the amount I might hate her is like, a blip on the radar compared to how much I love you." He cupped her face in his hands, and held it up close. "Don't you know that by now? There is nothing in this world that can even come close to how much I love you, Mimsy. It's like trying to touch the moon by throwing a stick at it from Earth. It's incomparable."
He leaned down, and kissed her gently on this lips. "Now it'd be great if she found her be okay, but here's the thing, baby. You ain't had one single day with her yet where she was conscious. Ain't no point in trying to decide what kind of woman she is now, until she's awake enough to show you herself." And for a moment, he felt a tiny surge of pride, and booped her nose with one finger. "So aren't you glad I told you to keep her safe?"
