Héctor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
unpocoloco) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
daybreakacademy2019-06-14 04:24 am
unpocoloco) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-06-14 04:24 am
You dug me out of this shallow grave with your swiss army knife and only you could revive me
WHO: Héctor and Semi-OTA
WHERE: The fountain, the archery range, around
WHEN: June wibbly wobbly
WHAT: Música! Fútbol! Archery (again)! Necromancy! One (1) temporary Ghost!
WARNINGS: Mark in header as needed.
Música - OTA
It's been strange, playing again. It's even stranger teaching it again. Nostalgic and even grounding after the nightmare ending last month. Like everything else, he's more than happy to pretend it didn't happen. If he's got dark circles under his eyes, they're the same ones he's always had being a walking corpse. If he's jittery, well, that's an old thing too.
Whether the lessons are just ending, just begun, or he's simply been caught at the right moment, Héctor plays upon his guitar and forgets the world in favor of the music and a smile. It's been so long since he could (mostly) play without guilt.
Fútbol - Closed to those in on his secret
He doesn't stray into town as far as he used to. Even with Imelda's tracking rune, it's hard not to jump when he's out there and harder not to remember things he'd rather not remember. But old habits die hard and you never know what you can find in a clean dumpster. Nothing he can use this time except an old soccer ball. He looks it over, tests it for air leaks, then decides to bring it back.
And the moment he runs into any person he can go to bones with, he's breaking into a wide grin. "Hey! Look what I found!"
He can't much play while he's fleshy but certain things just don't matter so much when you're made of bones, like a loose fibula. He tosses the ball up in the air as his markings light, indicating a half shift taking place which he stops above his knees. He's lifting said knee to bounce the ball off it to the other, then letting it fall to the ground.
Archery - OTA
"You're sure this is going to work?" He'd asked Peter, getting anywhere from firm reassurance to unquestionable doubt all in the same breath. Eventually, he had to just concede that he could either try it or not and it would be the only way to know.
The bow certainly speaks of Peter's touch in the design, but he notices other things, little signs of his own impression like the white of it and the tiny bits of shimmering gold-- painted on cheaply with their dumpster diving budget but nevertheless there and enough to make him smile. In light marks, to be washed off later if things need to be changed, are the runes to make it all lighter and easier for him to use. He hasn't a hope of ever gaining more strength or muscle than he died with, but this? This might work.
He's certainly got the aim. Lining up a shot, he makes the target, if a bit off center. "Hah!" He cheers.
Necromancy - Closed to Imelda
"So, we're really doing this?" It's asked nervously. He's trying not to be nervous. He's insisted he's not, because he trusts her, he does, it will all be fine. His voice and laugh go higher all the same.
There are a thousand ways it could go wrong, a thousand things to worry about. There's also a lot to think about it if it actually goes right. What will it feel like to be alive again? What will it feel like to not be able to come apart and change? Will he age suddenly or slowly or at all? Will he still be able to see the dead? Will the school be furious that he and Imelda took away their prime subject in the study to cure blight? What about the hunters, the mages, the secrecy clauses...?
It goes on and on and on but he forces a smile.
Haunting - OTA-ish
This was a bad idea. This was such a very, very bad idea. Sure neither of them are outright panicking anymore but that doesn't mean they're not panicked. He waffles on leaving behind his body, still there in the circle she made, but it's not as if he can help her move it. No, the best thing he can do is find help.
Help. Someone who could, for one, see and hear him clearly beyond flickering light and static noise, and for two, who wouldn't be a problem in the long run with the fact that he is-- was-- a corpse. But it's a magic school, right? Someone's bound to be able to see him. They can help Imelda and then... then...
Dios he hopes she can fix this. This hovering and passing through stuff thing isn't nearly so fun when he considers that he's managed to cut himself off from his girl again. Not to mention everyone else. Also not to mention he hasn't quite mastered either thing and sometimes slips through the air and objects with a yelp.
Sunshine - OTA-ish
He doesn't feel tired. Not even his normal not-actually-sleep sort of tired. He doesn't feel anything at all, not even the breeze. It's a sad sacrifice but for the moment, it's one he finds he's actually willing to pay. He watches the sun rise up in the sky, eyes wide and smile growing wider. The higher it goes the harder he is to see, just a flickering shimmer in the light that very occasionally coalesces to the shape of a man. He strolls around and sits by the fountain, seeing for the first time just how many people there are in the daytime. He'll need to go check up on Imelda, but not yet.
WHERE: The fountain, the archery range, around
WHEN: June wibbly wobbly
WHAT: Música! Fútbol! Archery (again)! Necromancy! One (1) temporary Ghost!
WARNINGS: Mark in header as needed.
Música - OTA
It's been strange, playing again. It's even stranger teaching it again. Nostalgic and even grounding after the nightmare ending last month. Like everything else, he's more than happy to pretend it didn't happen. If he's got dark circles under his eyes, they're the same ones he's always had being a walking corpse. If he's jittery, well, that's an old thing too.
Whether the lessons are just ending, just begun, or he's simply been caught at the right moment, Héctor plays upon his guitar and forgets the world in favor of the music and a smile. It's been so long since he could (mostly) play without guilt.
Fútbol - Closed to those in on his secret
He doesn't stray into town as far as he used to. Even with Imelda's tracking rune, it's hard not to jump when he's out there and harder not to remember things he'd rather not remember. But old habits die hard and you never know what you can find in a clean dumpster. Nothing he can use this time except an old soccer ball. He looks it over, tests it for air leaks, then decides to bring it back.
And the moment he runs into any person he can go to bones with, he's breaking into a wide grin. "Hey! Look what I found!"
He can't much play while he's fleshy but certain things just don't matter so much when you're made of bones, like a loose fibula. He tosses the ball up in the air as his markings light, indicating a half shift taking place which he stops above his knees. He's lifting said knee to bounce the ball off it to the other, then letting it fall to the ground.
Archery - OTA
"You're sure this is going to work?" He'd asked Peter, getting anywhere from firm reassurance to unquestionable doubt all in the same breath. Eventually, he had to just concede that he could either try it or not and it would be the only way to know.
The bow certainly speaks of Peter's touch in the design, but he notices other things, little signs of his own impression like the white of it and the tiny bits of shimmering gold-- painted on cheaply with their dumpster diving budget but nevertheless there and enough to make him smile. In light marks, to be washed off later if things need to be changed, are the runes to make it all lighter and easier for him to use. He hasn't a hope of ever gaining more strength or muscle than he died with, but this? This might work.
He's certainly got the aim. Lining up a shot, he makes the target, if a bit off center. "Hah!" He cheers.
Necromancy - Closed to Imelda
"So, we're really doing this?" It's asked nervously. He's trying not to be nervous. He's insisted he's not, because he trusts her, he does, it will all be fine. His voice and laugh go higher all the same.
There are a thousand ways it could go wrong, a thousand things to worry about. There's also a lot to think about it if it actually goes right. What will it feel like to be alive again? What will it feel like to not be able to come apart and change? Will he age suddenly or slowly or at all? Will he still be able to see the dead? Will the school be furious that he and Imelda took away their prime subject in the study to cure blight? What about the hunters, the mages, the secrecy clauses...?
It goes on and on and on but he forces a smile.
Haunting - OTA-ish
This was a bad idea. This was such a very, very bad idea. Sure neither of them are outright panicking anymore but that doesn't mean they're not panicked. He waffles on leaving behind his body, still there in the circle she made, but it's not as if he can help her move it. No, the best thing he can do is find help.
Help. Someone who could, for one, see and hear him clearly beyond flickering light and static noise, and for two, who wouldn't be a problem in the long run with the fact that he is-- was-- a corpse. But it's a magic school, right? Someone's bound to be able to see him. They can help Imelda and then... then...
Dios he hopes she can fix this. This hovering and passing through stuff thing isn't nearly so fun when he considers that he's managed to cut himself off from his girl again. Not to mention everyone else. Also not to mention he hasn't quite mastered either thing and sometimes slips through the air and objects with a yelp.
Sunshine - OTA-ish
He doesn't feel tired. Not even his normal not-actually-sleep sort of tired. He doesn't feel anything at all, not even the breeze. It's a sad sacrifice but for the moment, it's one he finds he's actually willing to pay. He watches the sun rise up in the sky, eyes wide and smile growing wider. The higher it goes the harder he is to see, just a flickering shimmer in the light that very occasionally coalesces to the shape of a man. He strolls around and sits by the fountain, seeing for the first time just how many people there are in the daytime. He'll need to go check up on Imelda, but not yet.
no subject
And then he sees the bowl.
"You... got the ice... that's... great..." He says, smile forced. "Yes, Toki?
no subject
"What do now?"
What is this for, ghost Héctor?
no subject
"Maybe just set it down in the common room on a table. I can bring my friend around to find it in a bit. We might just have this all fixed in the hour and then we won't even have to worry!" Belatedly, he adds, "Gracias, Toki."
no subject
Much like during the BBC fiasco, Toki is ready to make Héctor use the damn translator. But he can't hold the phone, so Toki holds it up in between them and lets the translator run through speakerphone.
"What's really going on here? What happened? Are you sure you don't need anything beside ice!? You said you were dead adjacent and your soul is detached, how is this not a huge problem, Héctor!?"
no subject
"Okay! Okay, okay, okay! Don't get upset, it's--" Well, it's not entirely fine, really. He sighs and speaks slower, shoulders slumping.
"The ice is for my... corpse. So it doesn't rot while we try to figure this out. I have family here. Living family. And they're trying to help me so I can go home. We were trying a spell. But these things are tricky. So I'm trying to calm until we can get things back. And it's not like I wasn't already dead so if I have to get used to this I... can do that..." He grimaces.
no subject
He can't have Héctor thinking this will be a repeat of... things.
"No, we'll fix this! You won't have to be a ghost! There has to be a magic way to get you back in your body if there was a magic way to get you out! Where is it- uh, you? The... corpse? Can you move it to like a bathtub? I'll get more ice! I'll keep refilling the bowl and bringing it back up here, it's fine! It'll be like fifteen minutes unless there's no more ice, but then I can just raid all the dorm freezers or go get some in Soleil! Or I can get like an industrial freezer- well, no, because I can't lift it, so nevermind!
no subject
"Hang on, slow down. The magic thing is being worked on. We're pretty sure we can reverse it somehow." Not that they know how. "The bathtub thing is part of the plan. I had a freezer in my dorm but it's too far to move it or my body. If I'm getting more ice it's got to be in the bags, you know? So that it doesn't, ah, make things worse if it melts. This might be too big of a job..."
Dios, he wishes they'd done this one the ground floor so they could just bury him and not worry about it. "I'll have to try and talk it over with- with-" He hesitates. "With Imelda. She's the one helping me. Please don't bother her about it."
no subject
"I'll bring more ice..."
Luckily, Toki has spoken to Imelda all of three times in the past six months. He doesn't even remember her name. He starts to head back, but how long can Héctor really wait? He stops himself from running down the hallway and banging on doors until someone comes out of their room; at least until he's asked a question.
"Héctor, who else knows you're dead? Who can I get to help?"
no subject
He's relieved when Toki accepts that without a fuss. Toki could be a lot sometimes but in other moments he could take things easier than anyone.
The question gives him pause. He looks up, thinking. "She knows of course, you know, ah... Peter, but don't ask him too much about it. Maya, Ekkehardt-- but don't tell him about this maybe. I told Shuuya to try and calm him down in the woods, so Kano knows. Puella, but she's a little kid. Same with Vivi. Avery... Re-- no, not him. " He makes a face. "Not a lot of good options here. Maybe we should just find a wheelbarrow or something..."
no subject
Toki looks down hallway towards Kano's room. He's not talking to Kano, and really, he'd be a terrible choice. He's saved from that idea when Héctor mentions a wheelbarrow. Toki immediately pictures wheeling Héctor's corpse back to his freezer in Aube instead of using it for ice. That's a bad idea.
"I don't know."
There's no one, and no ideas. He's been trying not to think outside the box, or that there is no box, as much- but maybe he should.
"What do you... have to do exactly? Can we do it like in the movies and reanimate you with electricity? Or does it have to be magic?"
Héctor's never getting his ice at this rate.
no subject
He really doesn't know about all this either.
He slumps into a chair despite not needing to. Rather, he sort of hovers inches above the cushion.
"No, no. If it were that easy even the normal world would have figured it out," He sighs. "Coming back from the dead is really hard. It usually doesn't work and most of the time there's something really wrong, or there's a high price to a demon with bad terms, or people wake up wanting to eat other people. I was really lucky to get back up even if I still wasn't alive. If Imelda and I can fix this we might have to try a lot of different things."
The ice is definitely a lost cause.
no subject
"I'll get more ice now~! I'll be right back~!"
He's gone, running down the stairs, even though he shouldn't go near them. Toki does not intend to get ice, he intends to get Ekkehardt.
no subject
Maybe he should've been clearer about that. It's definitely too late now.
"I-Oh. Okay. Gracias, Toki," He says to an empty room. He does not yet realize how not grateful he should be.
(It's not that he thinks Ekkehardt would get him into trouble. It's more that... this is embarrassing, especially to bring up to a fellow dead guy he'd bonded with over their shared trait and a lich who knows more about... everything and a friend and he'd rather not be seen the disaster he is, for once.)
no subject
"I'll guess that this wasn't the intended effect of whatever you tried to do to yourself."
His voice is mild, but mercifully not judgemental. He takes everything in stride, as usual. He might have made a small joke in other circumstances, but it's all business right now.
no subject
"I told that boy..." He mutters, but he knows it's pointless. He lifts his head, sucks a non-existent breath, and then sighs.
"Yeah, I screwed up. Again. But I was going to fix it myself this time." Hopefully. Kind of. Imelda was going to hopefully fix it. "I hope you weren't pulled here in the middle of anything. It's not urgent."
no subject
He tucks his hands in his pockets, staring up at Héctor like this sort of thing happens every day. He has to focus hard to see him - seeing uncursed spirits isn't his expertise - but he's able to identify him.
"Now, what's this about storing your body in a freezer?"
no subject
"Well, see, you know how back at your place I got to walk around normal the whole time? And here, I don't? Well, when I... go unconscious for the day, I... rot." As if the current situation wasn't already enough. "I keep a freezer in my dorm. It's a little cramped but it does the job. Except... it... we're not even close to Aube right now."
He can't carry it. Imelda shouldn't have to carry it. There's going to be a lot of questions if she or anyone even tries.
no subject
"I can preserve corpses magically. It shouldn't interfere with whatever you're trying already - it will just keep your body from decomposing indefinitely."
He's had to be a coroner as well as a medic, after all. People died, and sometimes there weren't facilities or procedures in place to keep them intact. (And keeping the body fresh, obscuring its true time of death, was useful too. But Héctor doesn't need to know that part.)
no subject
"You can!? Oh... Oh, that would be so wonderful..." His hands fold over his chest just thinking about it. Never rotting again... He gasps softly with a revelation. "I could throw out that old freezer. I could kick it right to the curb. I never have to get in there again! Haha! I don't have to be cold! I don't have to! I could lay on the bed! HA! This is the best! You're the best, Ekkehardt! Santa Maria, you don't know how much I hate that thing, I mean it was better than burying myself every night like before but it's... it's so cold."
no subject
Which was probably an understatement, all things considered, because the complaints were apparently varied and numerous.
"So, where is your body, actually?" He doubts Héctor would just leave it lying around, so it's clearly not in the common room, but...it must be somewhere nearby, surely.
no subject
And there's reality slamming back. The joy is knocked out with the force of a punch in the guts. He smiles nervously.
"About that. Funny thing." His voice goes high. "Um... it's... " Oh boy. Okay. Here goes. "It's in... Imelda's room." He's wincing, braced, and he's not even done.
"We were... trying to... bring me back to life?"
no subject
"Well. You're both adults. As long as you're fully consenting to the process, it's not as if I have any right to stop you.
Please be careful with yourself, however. That's all I can ask."
He's the product of necromancy himself, after all, albeit a more complex and lengthier process that didn't really bring him back to life in the traditional sense.
"I suppose I'd better get this done before decomposition sets in," he says, after a moment. "I don't suppose she left you a key."
>threeway go
"Bu- Really? You're not... upset about this or anything?" He asks, dumbfounded. He's not sure explicitly which part would be upsetting but he was sure it would be... something. There were a lot of rules to this world he didn't really know the ins and outs of. Usually, he found out by breaking them. He probably shouldn't look this horse in the mouth.
"Uh... she's still in there I think. Shouldn't be locked. I'll just let her know you're coming in."
He starts on up, down the hall, toward Imelda's room. He hesitates just a moment at the door, then passes on through it.
"Imelda? Ekkehardt is outside. He wants to help?"
no subject
"Help?" She sets the chalk down carefully, so as to not make any addition marks. "Help how?" Rather than relieved, she sounds worried and a little suspicious. 'Help' is a very broad, subjective term.
Regardless of Héctor's response, she'll carefully step around her chalked rune circle towards her door. One hand presses against the door itself, just in case she needs to shut it quickly; while the other grips the knob and opens it just enough for her to peer out.
no subject
He's not particularly surprised (or even remotely offended) by the suspicion, either. He does think it's a bit much, but you can't be too careful, he supposes.
"I can stop his body from decomposing. It means you don't have to cram it into a freezer every night. It won't take long, and then I'll leave you to your work."
(no subject)
(no subject)