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Post by Cheshire on Jul 28, 2016 20:56:48 GMT -7
The gentle breeze caressing it's way through Malachite Island seemed to pick up a merry tune as it neared the overgrown house that was now inhabited by one Unhallow. The music began faint and distant, but gradually grew louder and louder right in the minefield that made up her back yard. Should anyone be quick to investigate the source of the noise they'd see a bright and wide toothy smile floating in the air before the rest of the brightly colored Cheshire faded into view. A small stereo tucked under one arm playing the simple tune. In the other was a rather unassuming bowling ball. Black and boring. Certainly would not due. With his outfit it just made far to much black. There was no spirit with the ball. Even if Cheshire had deemed it worthwhile to place the bright pink party hat atop his head onto the bowling ball that would only barely fix the problem. No, it was far better to get rid of it and make his entrance with a bang! And so without ceremony but with much flair he'd toss the ball up into the air, watching it fly. Dropping the stereo next to his feet causing the song to skip as he crouched down and dramatically put his fingers in his ears. Just in time too as the bowling ball hit it's mark, landing right on one of the untriggered landmines causing it to explode with a shower of dirt and send the bowling ball flying off to the left with great force. Thankfully Cheshire himself was to the right, it was always good to be to the right when throwing bowling balls at landmines. For they had a habit of flying off to the left. Unless they were an ornery sort and wished to be contrary. If you had one of those bowling balls then clearly you'd stand to the left. [/a] |
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Post by Unhallow on Jul 29, 2016 7:49:21 GMT -7
When the explosion went off, Unhallow was sleeping on the decrepit old mattress they dragged with them to HappyWorld when they started sleeping there. The underground bunker they slept in was completely sound proof, so even though they could sleep with their helmet off now they didn't hear it with their conventional senses, but their supernatural senses were always active and weren't affected by walls. They 'heard' the explosion as though it were happening right next to them. Even though Unhallow was a heavy sleeper, feeling a vibration of that magnitude would be enough to wake anyone up. They immediately shot up, their eyes wide. After quickly putting on their helmet, so much so that it was a little off center, they pushed open the vault door that closed off the bunker and walked out. Despite their sense of urgency, they still refused to run.
Not too far away from the explosion and the rain of dirt was a familiar face, even if they didn't exactly know the person very well. He didn't appear to be hurt, but it was always hard to tell due to the nature of their power. Anyone in their presence would be hurt. Unhallow wrung her hands with her head and shoulders angled towards the ground.
"U-um...Did you need something? I have a doorbell. That's an easier way to get my attention than um...well this."
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Post by Cheshire on Jul 29, 2016 9:15:41 GMT -7
His face lit up even more when Unhallow pushed open the door. He just knew that was a sure way to get their attention. And now that he had it, it was time to celebrate. Without word he'd reach into his pocket and pull out a party horn. He'd give it an enthusiastic blow as it let out a flat out of tune sound
"Oh dear, oh my I hope I'm not tardy. I'd be terribly remiss if I missed the party."
He'd thought about just sliding right past her and into the bunker. He was sure she wouldn't mind, but it was her party today. A special occasion and he didn't wish to be rude. That just would not do, and he'd never want it to be said that Cheshire is the death of a party. Of all the things he was responsible for killing, parties were not on that list.
"What I mean to say is I'm here to help you celebrate your Unbirthday!"
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Post by Unhallow on Jul 30, 2016 23:41:18 GMT -7
For a moment, all Unhallow could do was stand there and blink, not that the blinking was visible given their helmet. Even after running the words through their head a few times and thinking on it, but they still couldn't make sense of anything he was saying. What party was he talking about? What was even an unbirthday? It was at that point that they bit their lower lip and their hands started trembling. Were they forgetting something important? They didn't remember anything about something like this, and he seemed to happy about it. As usual, they couldn't do anything right.
"I-I'm sorry um..." Unhallow's voice was quiet and downcast. "I-I don't think I've actually heard of what you're talking about. Um...W-What's an unbirthday?"
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Post by Cheshire on Jul 31, 2016 16:47:50 GMT -7
He let out a large gasp as he brought a hand to his heart. Taking several steps backward, his foot moving over another landmine, placing itself just an inch away from the pressure plate. He'd put all of his weight on that foot as he spun around and stumbled to the side clutching his heart, barely missing yet another landmine. Treading further from the safe places that she had made to get to her bunker. He'd place his other hand over his heart as he swooned and his legs buckled. His body spinning one final time before he seemed to faint, his back falling right toward one of the pressure plates of the many landmines.
As his body fell toward certain death it would slowly fade away until just his smile hung in the air for just a moment before that too vanished. Unhallow would probably notice his presence popping up right behind her as he blew the party horn again right by her helmet!
"It's not your birthday but that doesn't mean we can't celebrate you anyway!"
He'd offer the simple explanation as to what an unbirthday was to the young girl. He'd place a hand on top of her helmet gently as he beamed a toothy smile down at the young Keeper. So young and full of life. So full of possibility with so many different paths laying before her. Her's was a show that he was eager to watch unfold.
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Post by Unhallow on Aug 2, 2016 16:20:00 GMT -7
Unhallow blinked as he started stumbling back, but then their heart leaped into their throat once they realized where he was headed. They assumed that he was far enough away from any of the other mines they hadn't gotten around to defusing, but with as quickly as he was moving back and how far he was moving back, he was going to stumble on one of them. Unhallow mentally cursed themselves for not taking out more, but there were just so many. They'd been prioritizing the ones in the front yard, near the driveway, and the walkways leading to the back deck rather than the ones scattered throughout the areas very few people would walk. It made sense in their head, but situations like this was making them reconsider, or at least feel like they should be devoting more time to taking care of this than they were. Someone was going to lose their legs (at best) and it was all their fault.
"Wait! What a--d-don't move around so much!"
Unhallow would have taken a few steps and reached out to grab him, but for one they were facing the wrong way still, and second, coming that close to Unhallow would likely be just as bad as getting hit by a mine. Instead, they just covered their head and braced themselves for the inevitable explosion. Moments passed, but that explosion never came. Instead, he started stumbling over to a completely different mine, which repeated the process in Unhallow's mind. By the end of it, their knees had given out and they were a quivering mess on the ground. The bop on the head prompted them to cover their head again, arms shaking and all, because when people did that it was like tapping on the glass of a fishtank. The sound echoed in very unpleasant ways and always felt weird. They tried to respond, but they could only make incoherent noises at first. As much as they wanted to tell him to get back before his legs turned into pudding, they couldn't even force those sounds out either. Eventually they managed to sputter out a sentence, the resignation evident in their voice.
"Does that mean I get presents?"
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Post by Cheshire on Aug 5, 2016 19:12:45 GMT -7
He waited patiently while Unhallow sputtered about trying to compose herself. The smile on his face and the glint in his eyes never faltering or fading. They may as well have been painted on for all they moved around. When she finally spoke, and spoke about getting presents he laughed. And laughed. And laughed. The laughter coming from where he was, and echoing around from where he could be instead. It was funny, like despite everything she was still just a little girl. And what child didn't love presents. In fact, he'd wager the ones that valued them most were those that couldn't have them. And who was deprived more than she who destroys the world around her.
Alas any gift he was to bring would surely decay in time. Which would create a unique challenge of a gift. But life was nothing if not a challenge, and a beautiful one at that. He'd hold out a hand for her to take and help her up with, the laughter dwindling down to a chuckle as his eyes took on a different type of sparkle to them. One a bit more benevolent, if one could call it that.
"Of course my dear child and with it I'd encourage you to go wild. But do not make a stink, for the gift is also designed to make you think. But if my presence is one you can abide, you'll find your treat inside."
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Post by Unhallow on Aug 8, 2016 22:43:00 GMT -7
It was times like this that Unhallow was glad they wore a big helmet. As he laughed they could feel their face burning up; they suspected they were probably as red as a tomato by the time he was done. Was it really that weird of a question? At this point they just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide forever. When he held out his hand, they shimmied away from him, half from embarrassment and half from the realization of how close he was. There was enough of a lump in their throat that it took them a moment to be able to speak while they forced themselves to their feet.
"You...You really shouldn't stand so close to me."
When he started talking about the gift, Unhallow suddenly felt something appear inside their house just as he said. They blinked, not quite sure when that happened. The feeling of something not being there and then suddenly being there was always strange, but thanks to their time with Azoth they'd grown more used to it. It was a very large cinnamon roll. Unhallow wasn't going to say no to food at this point, especially not food that didn't need to be refrigerated. They really needed to figure out how to get the power on. They were starting to miss having ice cream around.
"I see it. That's a very big cinnamon roll, um...thank you."
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Post by Cheshire on Aug 11, 2016 15:22:25 GMT -7
"I have nothing to fear from you my dear. If it is determined that harm shall come, then worrying would be dumb. However if it is a questionable fate then it's a chance I'd choose to take."
Either way he had no intention of leaving at the moment. It was very unlikely that she'd do enough damage to him to kill him here. Especially since he could leave any time he wished. It was certainly possible that he could die here, but highly improbable. And those were the kind of things that he dealt in.
"I thought it fitting that I should contemplate it as you devoured it in one sitting."
Such misfortune and such innocence. Fate was often cruelest to those that deserved it least. Thrust into the sea of sharks they all inevitably learned how to swim or sink. Though when they reached shore it wasn't always as the person that'd you'd think.
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