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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 10:44 pm
It was not what someone would consider the best of homes… in fact it probably did not even have the makings of being called a home. it was small, only big enough to shelter two laying Numa. The walls and roof where made of plane wood, and crooked, built by a very inexperienced hand. Jedrek had no care for the work he had done, the only reason he had even done it was because Calypso had ordered him to build a shelter, where she wanted him, and there Zombie son to live. Forbidding them to enter the home.
The large Zombie Coffee slowly blinked his sunken, lifeless eyes. Lips moist with blood that streamed from the corners of his mouth.
He sat as motionless as death itself, the only thing moving was his hair, dancing with the wind, and revealing the portion of brain was protruded from his skull.
He watched the structure he built, waiting as ordered for his son to arrive, and explain to him what Calypso had said.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 11:02 pm
"Home is where the heart is."Such a simple, lovely phrase it was... the sort of thing that every Numa could spout off like a holy mantra alongside countless other cheery sayings. Of course, for an undead Coffee Numa with no heart to speak of (who knew which organs still remained in that rotten body), such things were irrelevent... if only his spawn, still very much alive, couldn't been so fortunate. Sure, Isolde didn't look the part of a living thing too convincingly... In fact, save for the neat stitches in place of gaping bodily holes, he was nearly the spitting image of Dearest Daddy Jedrek, green bodied and flecked with darker spots of false-necrosis. The blood that dribbled from his mouth wasn't blood at all, but a healthy mix of slime and saliva. His black eyes... or eye, was curiously bright and... glowing? What a peculiar green haze the iris seemed to be formed of, like a glowstick shining at midnight. Mother had removed them from the house... again-- not that the little pup was too surprised by this. It had become a next to daily affair and, truth be told, the fresh air rushing in between the wood planks gave his spirits a much needed lift. "... Father?" Almost meakly, he glanced over from his seat... the same place he'd been perching for the last ten minutes, waiting for Jedrek to budge, and made a shy attempt to smile. "A-ah... father... are we going to... do anything here, maybe?..." Perhaps if he was lucky, it would start to rain. Now that would have been lovely...
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 11:20 pm
Roused into a response by the little voice, the un-dead beast shifted stiffly, eyes turning down upon his decaying son.
The one pup of the entire litter that even remotely resembled himself, yet at the same time, as different from him as his other children where. Be in a blessing as most would say, or a curse, this pup still felt, like Jedrek never could. His curiosity let him wonder… would that last? But only for a brief moment, as he began to ponder the question his son had asked.
“Do somethin’” he repeated, turning back to the small shelter
“Calypso wants us to stay in that during the nights” he continued. Not having a solid answer for the pup, so resorting to repeating his wife’s wishes
“Do you requite sleep? Like the others?” he asked mildly.
His voice was deep, though nothing like any Numa’s before, for mixed in, was a haunting hollow affect, ending in an echo, to add to his creepiness
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 11:35 pm
"...R...require sleep?" The words were echoed at first with a twinge of uncertainty, as if his brain was struggling to process Jedrek's question... but slowly, tentatively, Isolde gave a nod. The shy smile, remarkably, still held fast to the corners of his trembling, mildly dripping lips. "Of course, Father... But..."
But wait a minute. Did that really mean... that the older Coffee didn't need to sleep? Even as a thing supposedly undead, the concept was hard for a young brain to wrap around... and what did that say of other things? Did he require food? Water? Thoughts? Feelings? Love?!
... Well, definately not that last one. After all, Mommy Dearest didn't seem like the type to give a thing like love.
"Don't you need to sleep, too?" he blurted at last, tilting his head a little and sighing. "... Don't you need to dream?"
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 12:01 am
Blinking slowly, turning back to his son, he slurped at the blood leaking from him mouth.
"My brain no longer supports the function of creatin’ scenarios," he explained "I can only ponder on what is happenin’ in front of me”
He was sure this would not make sense to him. He found that whenever he told children about himself, they never understood.
Slurping again, he lowering himself to the ground, crossing one claw over the other, staring blankly at Isolde
“I am dead” he explained again “I am no more then an animated body, the only think I need, is Caffeine”
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 12:16 am
Again, the little pup stilled at his father's words, faced glazing in a look of what had to be contemplation... or was he simply absent-minded? Well... whatever it was, little Isolde had been completely transfixed by it, staring off at a disjointed wall as if he'd become obsessed with counting every splinter. One second, two seconds, three, and then...
"S-so... you live in the moment, then?" While his voice had nowhere near the disturbing intensity of Jedrek, there was something there... something odd-- no, off, strangely unlike a child. "Or... I guess... you don't live for it, since you're not alive, but... B-but wait, that doesn't seem right either..."
It didn't make sense! Nothing did! How could something not-alive be walking? Talking? Parenting (sort of)?!
"I...If you're just an... animated body," he annunciated these words with especial care, not used to them just yet, "then... why are you here?... Why are you Father?... I mean... this place... living... it's supposed to be about... feeling things, isn't it?... T-to be here but not feel... it's s...self defeating... isn't it?..."
Unusually deep questions for such a strange, young thing... but then again, Isolde wasn't exactly a normal Numa by any standards, was he?
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