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snowblindrpg2016-10-19 10:13 am
jumpthegun) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-10-19 10:13 am
[log] Comorbidity [closed]
Characters: John Watson, Death the Kid, Franken Stein, and Undertaker
Location House 58
Date: Night 171
Summary: This is a house with a lot of problems in it. Watson, Kid, and Stein run into Undertaker for the night.
Warnings: Possible talk of death, morbid discussions.
[A simple single-story building, the snow weighs uneasily on it, and it creaks and groans under the strain at the best of times. It's very dark, and only the kitchen and living room are intact. The kitchen has a back door. Two snowmen have been built outside. A message has been written on the wall in blue ink: "Don't wreck the snowmen! That's super mean!" "ALPHONSE ELRIC, MAMI TOMOE, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, DAY FORTY ONE, TRAVELLING EAST." has been carved into one of the walls. The following has been written on the wall in blue pen: "This is Building95 97 on the composite map. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath this is a fairly accurate map showing the house in relation to the school and buildings 29, 35, 35, 37, 40, 41, 47, 48, 50, 53. House 34 is labeled "Medical assistance; hot, clean water. Contact Dr. Epps @claytonator". The school is labeled "School. Food available in cafeteria; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The shed is labeled "Shed".]
Location House 58
Date: Night 171
Summary: This is a house with a lot of problems in it. Watson, Kid, and Stein run into Undertaker for the night.
Warnings: Possible talk of death, morbid discussions.
[A simple single-story building, the snow weighs uneasily on it, and it creaks and groans under the strain at the best of times. It's very dark, and only the kitchen and living room are intact. The kitchen has a back door. Two snowmen have been built outside. A message has been written on the wall in blue ink: "Don't wreck the snowmen! That's super mean!" "ALPHONSE ELRIC, MAMI TOMOE, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, DAY FORTY ONE, TRAVELLING EAST." has been carved into one of the walls. The following has been written on the wall in blue pen: "This is Building
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He's glad to see Kid take the milk and stubbornly begin sipping at it, however. He'll consider this a tentative success.]
Kid will be at sick lvl 3 this month and most of the time he's like "wat do with sick?"
He's shivering as he pulls his knees close to him, trying to generate some warmth. He can't tell, but would imagine that the fever that he's had on and off has come back.
Kid doesn't seem as cocky and confident as he had a few minutes before.]
S-sorry. The coughing--it's worse at nighttime. I try to keep quiet. [He rests his chin on his knees, blinking.] And then--all of that, it's not easy to eat.
I'm trying.
Poor guy ;;
If he was kinder he might offer Kid his over coat, but there's still that fear of getting infected through it. Instead, Undertaker just sighs a bit and lets the coughing fit pass. He's never been very good at taking care of others. That's why he's usually left it to those more competent (sometimes unwisely so).
But he does reach over to pick up the milk and offers it back to the younger.]
You should go join the others and get some sleep. Or at least warm yourself up.
;_;
[Still, Kid takes the milk back as its given to him and holds it, glancing to the dilapidated living room.] I don't like lying on the floor trying to sleep but not being able to, so sometimes I don't try until I'm certain I'll sleep. It's easier.
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Well then if neither of us is keen on sleeping, I guess that leaves us at finding something to talk about.
[He would browse the network, but by this time the chatter was typically fairly quiet.]
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Kid ponders what he might want to talk about for a few moments, then:]
Undertaker is an unusual name.
[He said he wasn't sleepy, not that he was at his conversational peak.]
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My father choose a very appropriate name for me, and I would prefer you not call me "Kiddy". That is not even my full name.
Is "undertaker" your profession?
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[He nods at the next question, however.] My main one, yes.
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[Hah.] But I don't see what that has to do with your name, either.
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[Kid fiddles with the straw on the milk. Undertaker's relaxed attitude unnerves him just enough to get under his skin. He is intended to be a guardian of human souls, after all.]
I didn't say it had anything to do with my name. What I said is that I was inclined to believe you would make fun, and that such behavior was not becoming of a man in your position. You are the last one in contact with that person. It would do to have a little respect.
My name is Death the Kid, if you intend to be so insistent.
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Well, when he wasn't using them in experiments or selling their bodies to medical science, that is.]
I save most of the discomfort for the living, actually. They're better entertainment.
[The admission of that name does give him pause, though. He tenses almost imperceptibly, eyes narrowing lightly behind his bangs though his lips remain curved in a smile. Reaching up, he taps the ends of his long nails against his bottom lip.]
It's still a ridiculous name.
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Were he more himself, more alert and healthy, he might have noticed the slight shift in the other man's position. But he doesn't; instead Kid is disrupted by coughing before he can finish his thought.]
And living souls deserve just as much respect.
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[Because that would explain, well, both the name and his caring about how the living and the dead are treated. Even if it makes little sense from his own perspective. Reapers couldn't be born from each other.]
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Ordinarily quite proud of his heritage, Kid isn't sure how he feels about Undertaker knowing. But he's already put the pieces together...] Yes. That is precisely what I am implying.
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Well, he might be doing this partially for show but Undertaker begins to giggle, and then chortle. He sinks backwards, a fist covering his mouth as the giggling turns into full-out laughter as he tries in vain to muffle it.
The man even has tears leaking from the corners of where his eyes would be underneath his bangs.]
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[Don't react. Don't react, don't react, don't react.
Maybe he reacts a little, smushing the milk box in his hand just slightly.]
You will wake everyone up, and they are trying to sleep.
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And when he doesn't, Undertaker gets the open carton of milk lobbed at his head. Hard. For someone his size, Kid could make that little piece of cardboard move pretty fast.
He did at least have the courtesy to finish drinking it first, though. Waste not want not.]
You are an ass and I would appreciate it if you would shut up.
[Kid has been spending too much time with BlackāStar and the Thompson sisters.]
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I never thought I'd hear something like that... spoken here. And with such earnestness, too...! Hee Hee~!
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[For the very uptight, anxious front he was displaying a bit ago, Kid now looks every ounce his age: arrogant and indignant.]
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But you can't really be serious about being the son of Death, right? How's that even possible?
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[Kid's expression has not changed, jaw set.] That is how it is possible.
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Which, from this close and in this darkness there's the slightest hint of color behind the silver bangs. But it's gone when Undertaker abruptly moves back again and resumes his lazy sit.]
I think you're bluffing. [Actually, he doesn't doubt that Kid's telling the truth, but he doesn't want to believe it.]
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