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The sound of your voice, cuts through the noise, It's all that I hear, that I need the most
Who: Héctor and you
What: Héctor and his daughter return
When: After the day of the dead, month of November
Where: The Inn of Atropos, Soliel, Daybreak Academy
Warning: N/A
A - Crossing the Bridge
He would have liked to simply stay in Mexico. It was hard to shake the fear that if he left, he'd never see it again. But, with the sun rising and others needing to return, travelling along with the others seemed the best choice. And besides, Coco was with him. That was more home than anything in the world.
His room at Daybreak Academy is gone by now, but he's alright with that. He and his girl are saying in the Inn of Atropos, courtesy of Maverick's mother and her not even protesting the fact that he's dead in the day. It's something Coco has to bear with and they've got a lot to talk about, but in those night hours she's awake with him and he couldn't be happier.
He's got a lot to sort out on his own-- apparently, the veil finally dissolved sometime while he was away. This means resisting as an existing member of society, for better and worse, and negotiating his undead status is something that he and everyone he talks to is having to navigate. Still, soon enough, he'll be home. He and Coco will both be home.
He doesn't hide his room address. At least not from friends. They're all informed on where to find him, if they wish to seek him out, and he can be occasionally found in the lobby as well. He's in a good mood, eager to chat.
B - Pestering the Celebrities
"No. Ha, no. No, thank you, no."
Héctor backs out onto the street with a sheepish grin. His hands are raised. Apparently, his newfound fans have found him.
Fame, he finds, doesn't suit him, but fame is what he's found himself with nevertheless after his performance with Coco on Día De Muertos. Some are new fans, some are old De La Cruz fans come around to him, and some are more curious about his undead status than anything else. He hasn't yet managed to change back to his living self, though his energy is gradually returning. He hopes, if it comes back fully, he'll be able to slip into his skin and return to some level of anonymity back home.
Of course, that doesn't mean he isn't willing to play for people. He can be found, later, playing at a fountain in the center of Soliel, where he once heard a girl named Maya Matlin play, not far from the gazebo where he played with Peter Parker. He experienced some terrible things in this town, but there were many wonders too.
C - Dept. of Reunions
He couldn't stay from the school forever. Besides needing to wrap a few things up; telling the higher faculty that he was sorry, but, he just couldn't help them cure blight any longer and then further resigning from a job that forgot he existed anyway. It occurs to him that, with everyone remembering him again, and his own new necromancer status, he might again be able to resurrect himself if they can find a way to rid his body of the poisons. But... that's something he'll table for now. It's something to talk over with his family.
Right now, he wants to focus on his friends, the people who saved him and others about.
"Hey," He says, hovering in the doorway with a grin. "Hope you didn't think you could avoid seeing me forever."
What: Héctor and his daughter return
When: After the day of the dead, month of November
Where: The Inn of Atropos, Soliel, Daybreak Academy
Warning: N/A
A - Crossing the Bridge
He would have liked to simply stay in Mexico. It was hard to shake the fear that if he left, he'd never see it again. But, with the sun rising and others needing to return, travelling along with the others seemed the best choice. And besides, Coco was with him. That was more home than anything in the world.
His room at Daybreak Academy is gone by now, but he's alright with that. He and his girl are saying in the Inn of Atropos, courtesy of Maverick's mother and her not even protesting the fact that he's dead in the day. It's something Coco has to bear with and they've got a lot to talk about, but in those night hours she's awake with him and he couldn't be happier.
He's got a lot to sort out on his own-- apparently, the veil finally dissolved sometime while he was away. This means resisting as an existing member of society, for better and worse, and negotiating his undead status is something that he and everyone he talks to is having to navigate. Still, soon enough, he'll be home. He and Coco will both be home.
He doesn't hide his room address. At least not from friends. They're all informed on where to find him, if they wish to seek him out, and he can be occasionally found in the lobby as well. He's in a good mood, eager to chat.
B - Pestering the Celebrities
"No. Ha, no. No, thank you, no."
Héctor backs out onto the street with a sheepish grin. His hands are raised. Apparently, his newfound fans have found him.
Fame, he finds, doesn't suit him, but fame is what he's found himself with nevertheless after his performance with Coco on Día De Muertos. Some are new fans, some are old De La Cruz fans come around to him, and some are more curious about his undead status than anything else. He hasn't yet managed to change back to his living self, though his energy is gradually returning. He hopes, if it comes back fully, he'll be able to slip into his skin and return to some level of anonymity back home.
Of course, that doesn't mean he isn't willing to play for people. He can be found, later, playing at a fountain in the center of Soliel, where he once heard a girl named Maya Matlin play, not far from the gazebo where he played with Peter Parker. He experienced some terrible things in this town, but there were many wonders too.
C - Dept. of Reunions
He couldn't stay from the school forever. Besides needing to wrap a few things up; telling the higher faculty that he was sorry, but, he just couldn't help them cure blight any longer and then further resigning from a job that forgot he existed anyway. It occurs to him that, with everyone remembering him again, and his own new necromancer status, he might again be able to resurrect himself if they can find a way to rid his body of the poisons. But... that's something he'll table for now. It's something to talk over with his family.
Right now, he wants to focus on his friends, the people who saved him and others about.
"Hey," He says, hovering in the doorway with a grin. "Hope you didn't think you could avoid seeing me forever."
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I'm well, thank you. Glad to see you all too. I didn't get much a chance to properly thank or even greet you back there.
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A.
But shit went kinda sideways, so I'm just gonna go with "hey". Been a while.
[It has. But she's smiling, anyway.]
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Jailbreak.
[He beams at her.]
I missed you.
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[Oh no, emotional sincerity, her one weakness. Her expression softens into something a little gentler, still pleased.]
Serious shit went down while you were out, but it wasn't the same without you. [Even not being able to remember him, it just didn't feel quite right.]
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B
...He should really get used to not having her around. Even without such an important reunion, Cliff knows that she'll be heading home soon. She wasn't a student here. Even if things were better, chances were that she was going to be grounded for what she'd done -- a ride he'd gone along for but was over now. He puffs glumly at a cigarette and kicks around a crumpled can he'd found while walking around. He'd pick it up eventually, when he got to a trash can, or something...
Or he could get distracted by what's now a somewhat familiar sound, head perking up to listen a moment longer to something a boy like him shouldn't be able to hear before he wandered closer to the music. Is it weird to listen to your best friend/crush's dad's music, especially after the added weirdness of rescuing him from being forgotten forever? And then pretty much immediately zonking out, missing out on any real introduction? Hm. Well, he's here now, anyway, awkwardly watching Héctor play at the fountain.]
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It's not a fan this time, but not entirely a familiar face. Familiar enough though that he offers a smile.]
Ah, Cliff. I was hoping I might see you around again. Would you care to join me?
[He pats the space by him in the fountain's edge. The bones of his hand click on the stone.
Like Cliff, he hadn't had much time after that whole affair before unconsciousness had taken him under. Things had been hectic. He's due for speaking to a lot of people.]
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[Cliff hesitates, mind immediately wondering if he's somehow in trouble with this man already. Parents, excluding his mom, didn't tend to like him...but he pushes the possibility aside and starts to wander closer. He hasn't done anything wrong, and the smile seems genuine enough. Then again, don't skeletons always kind of grin? Normal skeletons.]
Okay.
[He glances about, but thankfully it doesn't seem like there's going to be a rush of strangers swarming them -- swarming Héctor, really -- so he goes to sit where indicated. Cliff pauses again before reaching down to put his cigarette out against the ground and set it beside him. Best behavior... It feels itchy, like skin that doesn't fit quite right.]
You look better.
[Being fair, just about anything would have looked better than the state they'd found him in.]
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C
< Hey, you didn't have to walk over, I could have flown to your hotel. What's up? >
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What, and just stay cooped up? Waiting in a hotel? No. No thank you.
I just wanted to see how you've been. It seems I've missed a lot.
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< You missed the veil being done in, didn't you? And I guess you'll find out sooner or later I accidentally revealed myself too. >
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C
If they didn't know one another so well, that would probably be a very disconcerting, possibly threatening statement.
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He moves on into the room and finds himself a seat, most likely on the desk itself. Threatening from anyone else but he'd have no less.
"Am I interrupting anything, my friend?"
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"By the way... we should totally do something to celebrate your return. We've missed valuable pranking time!"
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C
You're back, you're back, you're back!!
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[The jump from above quickly turns into him trying to catch her before he falls. He laughs, both nervous and joyous.]
Puella, you're lucky I didn't just go to pieces!
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I missed yoooou...
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Then a little, shivering sigh escapes. "It's honestly disturbing how someone could do that to our memories."
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"Contracts are powerful. Much magic is, as I've learned these past years. I'm sorry you all had to deal with that. Truly."
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"It did feel like something was missing," With that, Sherlock pushes himself off the bed, fully made despite the messiness of his room... where did he sleep in the mornings anyways?
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C
Perish the thought. I only wish I could have seen you sooner. But for what it's worth, it truly is nice to be back here with you again.
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And you, as well.
[He's going to just settle by the piano, on her seat or on his own.]
Please, don't stop on my behalf. I've missed hearing you play.
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Is that so? My, my. Hearing that from someone as talented as you is quite the compliment. Is there anything you would like to hear?
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