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daybreakacademy2020-11-01 09:04 pm
unpocoloco) wrote in daybreakacademy2020-11-01 09:04 pm
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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[It's something that makes him smile.
He nods.]
I've missed a lot. Good timing though. I haven't been able to change back just yet.
I'm sorry things came out unplanned for you. I rather hoped you'd get the chance to share things for yourself. But I guess that's how these things go.
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[He'll survive... by not looking at it.]
< ...I'm glad you're back. You know some part of me almost remembered? There were all these weird gaps I couldn't figure out, after a while and after Coco explained what happened. >
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Oh yeah? Must have been frustrating.
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< Hey, it's a compliment, not a complaint. Whoever did it couldn't make everything completely go away. I wasn't the only one who felt weird. >
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You don't have to assure me. It's alright. I know you all didn't want this. You all came to help me anyway.
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< Just saying. It's interesting. How's Imelda doing...? >
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[It's been a few months, but he thinks he maybe still recognizes the avoidant gesture.]
Imelda's doing okay. Well, no, actually, Imelda's freaking out a little. Coco and I nearly died and she had her memory messed with and of course Coco's been lying and hiding out here all this time while I was kidnapped and on top of that she's been dealing with family stuff back home, a sick relative... so, ha, she's a little stressed out... but! It's all over and we're going to be working out as a family.
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[Somehow in all the chaos he forgot Coco was never meant to be in France. Alone. And that most parents would naturally object to their kids vanishing...] < You guys are heading in the right direction again, at least. That's something. >
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[Even Coco, who finally knows he's dead and is coming to terms with it.]
But what about you? How have you been doing? What, ah... are you going to be okay here?
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['Not a big deal' means nothing one way or another, him being... Tobias.]
< ...Some girl from the last school I went to actually recognized me too. That's kind of cool, I guess. She's nice. >
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[Yeah, he missed that part too.]
Well, that's good. The girl, I mean. Are you friends?
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[It's whatever!! But certainly not real love.] < We are now, I think? I'm surprised she remembered me, we didn't get to talk much. >
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[And his aunt is definitely not someone decent.]
As for your aunt, the next time you get an interview, you should clear that up. Just a simple mention that you weren't even living with her should do the trick, I think.
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[Quiet tone turns sheepish.] < It wasn't even an interview that got me discovered. Making dumb jokes at a reporter, that's all I did. I don't know if I'll do a real one. Do you think they'd actually listen to a word I say? People don't typically believe kids my age over other adults... >
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[He'd... know...
But he turns a smile Tobias's way.]
You've met some terrible adults. But not every adult in the world is that way. You're not the sort to rant. Just tell the truth. You didn't live there. You lived with your uncle and ran away. A good reporter will crosscheck the facts with the school and then some. A good person will see your aunt for exactly what she is.
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[Easier said that done... he pauses for a few moments.] < I just dread it. Having to talk about her, even in a vague way. Or it dragging on long enough that I have to talk to her. It could come to that, you know? >
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Not if you don't want it to. [Which might sound idealistic but--] As a foster kid, I'm telling you, if you make it clear to whatever professional tries to arrange things with you, they can't make you speak to someone you think brings you harm. In any way.
They might try and arrange you into the system like me if they work out your aunt and uncle were no good, but for that, you've got your feathers.
You don't have to stay a bird and you don't have to stay a human. You don't have to suffer people who don't care about you either which way.