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daybreakacademy2019-01-26 09:08 pm
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hollow plots and zombens
WHO: Peter Parker, Zomben, and all sorts of unlucky people
WHAT: Hollow!Uncle Ben (aka Zomben) has started to show up on campus. There will be an open comment (for generally being chased) as well as specific prompts for pre-plotted encounters.
WHEN: Very late on January 27th, forward dated to later in the week as well.
WHERE: Campus in general, also the gazebo in Soleil.
( Prompts are below so I can set up a general timeline-ish-thing!
katoptron or Rho#9327 if you want me to set up something specific. Or just zoom yourself to the open comment and we'll just have some fun there.
I will match format, so if you prefer prose, prose away! )
WHAT: Hollow!Uncle Ben (aka Zomben) has started to show up on campus. There will be an open comment (for generally being chased) as well as specific prompts for pre-plotted encounters.
WHEN: Very late on January 27th, forward dated to later in the week as well.
WHERE: Campus in general, also the gazebo in Soleil.
( Prompts are below so I can set up a general timeline-ish-thing!
I will match format, so if you prefer prose, prose away! )
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Less thankfully is the realization that he's an idiot and scaring an already doubly traumatized kid.
"Ah, the healing only lasts for a little while after death. Like, two, three years, maybe five or six. I just meant my breaks are pretty much what you can see. It's really just a fresh-bone thing to be able to heal. Not healing isn't necessarily too indicative of anything," He assures. Because he's not healing. He's told Peter he doesn't. Except with Ekkehardt's help that is.
As for the rest of that... "I'm not sure if this is the best time to talk about all that stuff. You've had a long night."
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He swallows, thickly. This probably isn't a good night to talk about it, no. He's still raw and bleeding on the inside, even if he's not especially injured physically. "You still need to take care of yourself," he says, unhappy but not pushing for more explanations. For now. "You need to stay as long as possible."
Because this damn kid attached to you now, Héctor, and you're going to make him incredibly sad if you manage to get yourself faded or killed. Tonight has just hammered that home.
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He looks sadly over at the boy. "I know," He sighs, quiet. "I'm trying to. I still want to get home someday." He wants to see his girl. He wants to be there for her as long as he can. He can't do that if he's going to dust before he makes it to Mexico.
"...But that doesn't mean I was going to let you get hurt back there," He says. "I don't regret this. I'll say the same to you. Keep yourself safe while I can't be there, okay?"
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At that request, Peter hesitates. But - it's the same thing he's requesting from Héctor, right? Right. "I'll try," he says. "I've - I've gotta do something about this. But it's no good if this thing kills me so."
He'll get into danger, that much is for sure. But he'll try not to die.
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His taped up arm is lowered down with a wince and a strained breath. But then in turn his other hand rises, touching gently to Peter's face before smoothing back his hair and then dropping. "Do your best, Mijo. Whatever you've got to to be safe."
He turns back to the wreckage, scanning it all until he sees something shine. From the rubble he tugs free his new cane, now warped out of shape. He looks sadly at it then tucks it under his arm, sifting about some more with his food. "You don't see my guitar do you?"
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Guitar? Shit, there was a guitar here, wasn't there? "I don't now," he says, looking around. "Was it in the gazebo?" If so it might have been wrecked too, oops. But maybe it was thrown clear?
He's also eying that cane too. Holding out a hand to take it from Héctor if Héctor will let him.
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He passes the cane to Peter when he sees the boy hold out his hand. Even if Peter were to do more damage to it, it's of no use to him now anyway.
He kneels a little more into the wreckage, pulling bits of wood aside when he feels those familiar strings until fingers. It doesn't make any sort of twang like it should. Gingerly, he curls his hand around the neck of it that he can see and pulls upward. He cringes as it rises, seeing the neck hang back by the stings in two places. The base of it pulls free and from there he can see the hole dented into the corner.
He breathes deep, in and out. "It's okay," He says, when it's clearly not. "I... I can fix this... It'll just take some time. I wasn't playing it lately anyway."
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"Man, I'm sorry," he says, wincing. "I guess I've literally ruined your music for you now."
First by looking up Ernesto, and now with his uncle's Hollow.
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"You didn't ruin music for me," He assures. "This isn't the first guitar that's been through the wringer. And as far as everything else, none of that was you either."
That was his own stupidity, his family's grief, and Ernesto's dumb and selfish ego.
"No... I fished this girl out of the trash. My last guitar before her? She got caught pretty badly the wheel compartment of a plane." He smiles up at Peter hoping that, if nothing else, the story can distract him from the situation. "So don't worry about it. These things happen."
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But okay, okay, he'll accept that explanation. And the story too, which even gets a smile out of him. ""How the heck did your previous one get into the wheel compartment of a plane?" Because that sounds like a story right there.
Meanwhile, he's still working on the cane. He's doing pretty well? After a bit more work, he taps it against the ground carefully. Look, 99% straight again. Just ignore the imprints of his fingers on it.
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"Travel scheme," He says. "When just catching a plane the normal way didn't work out... or hiding in the luggage... well, thought I'd do it like the movies do. Only it didn't work like the movies do. La guitarra made a great sacrifice for me and I slipped and missed the flight. Who'd have thought jumping on to a moving plane could be so dangerous?"
He shrugs as though he really couldn't have guessed. Then brightens at the sight of the cane. "Ah! You fixed it!"
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But first he's gonna stare at Héctor for that. Like - what the heck man. "Please tell me you were already a skeleton at that point." He's assuming so, because otherwise why not just take a plane like a normal person? But he'll judge you a little either way okay.
He offers the cane, though. Nearly good as new. "Sure, it was just kinda crooked," he says. "Super strength, remember?"
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In his totally unbiased opinion.
He sets the broken guitar down and takes the cane nevertheless, looking pleased despite the finger dents. He kind of likes them actually. "Super strength. Heh, how could I forget? You saved us more than a few times back there with it." He taps the cane on the ground, happy to see it hold.
"Alright, I'm going to going to make myself more human. If you want to turn around for it."
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"I guess you're technically right," he says. Still judging Héctor, but. Now intrigued by the premise? How do you prosecute a dead person, anyway. You sure can't give them the death penalty. Or life in prison. Anyway.
The dents add character, probably; they definitely add Peter's own personal touch, at least. A little flawed still, but functional. He shrugs a little at the compliment, distinctly pleased. He'd rather use his strength for good purposes like - well, like anything but fighting, honestly.
That warning though. Peter swallows a bit, gladly turning. Grateful for Héctor not making him watch it accidentally. "Sorry," he says, now facing away from him. "I dunno what it is. I'm good with you being a skeleton, but all that glowing dust really gets to me."
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Anyway, prosecuting a dead person usually went somewhere between adding to his record, giving a fine he can't afford, and blacking out when his energy wore out only to wake somewhere unpleasant. Still not a good time but he'll leave those details out.
The dents add a specically "Peter" character. He could be sentimental even when he didn't talk much of it.
"It's alright," He says, and it is. It's preferable to Peter fearing the skeleton part. "It's probably a phobia you didn't realize you had. Like people who are scared of bugs." He lets his power work, body shifting over and getting heavier. He gives a hiss as his arm forms back not-quite-right and with the general sap of energy he finds himself grateful for that cane to brace on. A few strained breaths later and he straightens.
"Okay. We're good. Might need your help with the guitar though, I'm not sure I can carry it."
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(It's not, of course, but he has no way of knowing that yet.)
In any case, he keeps turned away until Héctor tells him it's okay. And then he looks back. That arm looks ... painful. He winces even just glancing at the poor thing. "Yeah, for sure," he says, moving to do just that. He'll just tuck the pieces under one arm and look back over at Héctor again, still concerned. "I can carry you too, y'know."
In case that cane is too awkward to use with one broken arm.
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He gives another downward glance at his arm, sure it's going to swell and bruise. Oh well. At least he has an arm.
He laughs then. "I'm sure you can!" He smiles Peter's way. "But I'm not entirely helpless. Forgive me for just a little bit of pride."
He'll manage, he's sure. Just as long as no more monsters show up.
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But fine, fine, if Héctor wants a little pride, then what can Peter do but allow it? He sighs, though. "If anything else shows up, you're not getting a choice." But if it's quiet enough, then sure. He'll let you do that.
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He laughs again. "If anything shows up again I don't want you to give me a choice." Better carried than crushed.
The walk isn't comfortable the way back. Even beyond watching fearful for anything along their path, Peter's got a lot to weigh on his mind and distracting the boy tends to draw him back to looking at his broken body. There's not a lot of good going on here, but they try to make do with it.
They don't turn in for their dorm, instead, heading to infirmary where, mostly likely, Ekkehardt is still lingering. He pushes at the door with his better shoulder, giving room for Peter to step on through-- with the broken guitar still. Maybe they should've put that back. Oh well.
"¡Hola, Ekkehardt...!" Héctor greets with a sheepish grin, and in that moment Ekkehardt will also be greeted with the sight of a definitely freshly broken arm, a cane dented with fingertips from an attempt to straighten it, and two very tired looking blighted people. "We need to see you for a drop in."
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"Gotten yourself in trouble, have you?" His voice is mild, rather than judgemental, but the again? of that sentence is implicit in his tone. He rises from his chair, stepping over to inspect the most immediate damage. Héctor will feel the light sensation of magic as Ekkehardt figures out what, exactly, he'll need to do to fix his arm.
"Please. Sit. Whatever you did, I'm sure you're weary from it." He says please, but there's a little bit of an undertone in it that suggests obedience would be strongly recommended.
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"It was my fault," he says with a guilty wince. "I - my uncle attacked us."
Some monstrous form of him, but Peter is still 100% sure it had to be his uncle. There's no other explanation. He looks for a chair to collapse into for a moment; he's thoroughly exhausted. And still aching from spending all that time too close to an anti-undead charm.
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"It is not your fault," He says firm. And then to Ekkehardt, "It wasn't the boy's fault. This thing showed up out of nowhere. We need to talk to you about that too."
He feels that little bit of magic, grimacing at the way it interacts with the pain. He's sure Ekkehardt's gathering a good enough picture, but nevertheless he says, "Lower end of the humerus. Mostly cracked clean but there's a splinter going up." His eyes dart over to Peter then back. "Peter here helped me tape it together for now. He knows about me." And with that, he does as asked and takes a seat.
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He'll wait for Héctor to use his powers before he starts work, but once he does, it won't take that long. Broken bones are a common sight, flesh or no flesh.
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"It was still him," he insists. He won't try to blame himself more but. "My uncle - he's been dead for seven months, but we saw him at the gazebo tonight." He swallows thickly. "And he turned into some kind of monster. I - I don't know what kind."
Except undead, obviously, but not Héctor's kind of undead? He's never seen anything like it.
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The glow dies down and he wincingly lifts the skeletal arm for Ekkehardt to look at.He speaks after Peter.
"Whatever blight he's got, it's gotten right in his head. Made him crazy. You know how the undead can get sometimes. Hungry? But I've never seen anything like that, even in the outlands." He shakes his head, eyes looking distant. "He just turned into this monster... this spidery thing. Chased after us trying to get to Peter. We hid by... you know that antique shop? It's got all these cursed things in it, some kind of powerful blight repellent? We hid by there."
Ekkehardt might be more aware than them; the item in question isn't a blight repellent but an undead one. It's result on the two of them is the same.
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