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[Accidental Video]
[The camera clicks on to find Rip humming to her self and carving pumpkins in the kitchen of her apartment somewhere around sundown. There is a soft sound of 'pumpkaboo' from somewhere behind her device, cluing in just what kind of mischief one of her pokemon was getting into tonight. Apparently Pumpkin wanted to show off the apartment as it twisted around and well...
Rip apparently went a little overboard with the Halloween decorations. There were plastic bats hanging from the ceiling, skeleton's on the windows and various bat, pumpkin and ghost themed items strewn all around the apartment to celebrate the holiday. Most of them looked like something one would buy from the store. A few others though? Looked a little questionable.
Like the deer skull sitting on the coffee table with intricate designs carved into it. That thing looked like it just might be real.. or any of the other bone like items that might be strategically placed around the room. ]
Pumpkin? Vat are you doing.. Get over here und put zhat down.
[The camera pans back over to Rip who is standing at the table with a glass in hand. To anyone that didn't know what she was, it might look like a Bloody Mary drink. Well.... that wasn't too far off. She looks amused at her floating device and goes to take a drink just as the sun sets beyond the horizon and night falls.. No sooner is the drink in her mouth than she tenses and then rushes into the kitchen off screen. There's the sound of something being spit out quickly along with coughing and a bit of gagging.]
Vat zhe hell !? Zhat tasted fine a few minutes ago...
Rip apparently went a little overboard with the Halloween decorations. There were plastic bats hanging from the ceiling, skeleton's on the windows and various bat, pumpkin and ghost themed items strewn all around the apartment to celebrate the holiday. Most of them looked like something one would buy from the store. A few others though? Looked a little questionable.
Like the deer skull sitting on the coffee table with intricate designs carved into it. That thing looked like it just might be real.. or any of the other bone like items that might be strategically placed around the room. ]
Pumpkin? Vat are you doing.. Get over here und put zhat down.
[The camera pans back over to Rip who is standing at the table with a glass in hand. To anyone that didn't know what she was, it might look like a Bloody Mary drink. Well.... that wasn't too far off. She looks amused at her floating device and goes to take a drink just as the sun sets beyond the horizon and night falls.. No sooner is the drink in her mouth than she tenses and then rushes into the kitchen off screen. There's the sound of something being spit out quickly along with coughing and a bit of gagging.]
Vat zhe hell !? Zhat tasted fine a few minutes ago...
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Zounds good to me. To not repeating zhe mistakes of zhe past.
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Only thing we can do is try t'be better goin' forward, yeah? I mean, if this sticks? Not much choice we get, right? No more do-overs... gotta do things right this time.
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Exactly. I've died enough times over zhe year to know better. I'm getting zhis time around right.
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How many times have you died, exactly? I mean, if you're willin' t'talk about it, anyway. I can understand if it's a touchy subject, after all. Don't have t'tell me anythin' about it if y'don't want to say.
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In zhe last decade.. I haf died twice in circumstances zhat robbed me of a part of me und zeveral more zhat haf been brutal und torturous on top of being mutilated, healed and tortured for various reasons.
[She orders another drink, whiskey much like he's drinking]
To be honest, I can't remember how many times I've died. Und az touchy of a subject az it is.. I can't let zhe nightmares terrify me forever.
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Paahh.. They're only nightmares. Not much t'say when you're alive forever. But.. [ He paused with a thought he hadn't thought in nearly a century. ] Suppose this does stick? What then? Do we age? What if when we die, everythin' catches up to us?
[ Cassidy cranes his neck to look over her head of dark hair for any spontaneous greys. ]
Y'don't think that... that'd happen, right?
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Try hafing zome of zhe nightmares I haf, zhen ask me vhezher or not zhey're only nightmares. It used to be zhat zhey'd only be soothed by hafing zhe Boogeyman chase zhem off.
[She wasn't kidding. There were reasons she fell in love with Pitch once. Though, that was a long time ago.]
Now, it's more of a... I don't sleep unless Namur's vith me. Even zhen it's fifty-fifty.
[Though if this curse stuck.... Well, it was something to think about, wasn't it.]
Vell, if zhis does stick... I'd hope ve just start up vhere ve left off. I mean, I vas in my late twenties vhen I vas created zo, at least I haf a few good years of my prime left before old age sets in.
[She takes a sip of her whiskey, glancing back at him and rolling her eyes when she realizes he's looking for grey hairs in her long black locks.]
....Zhough, if zhis does stick, I don't zhink I'll mind zo much zhis time around.
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Tragic, that. I'm sorry you've got rotten dreams t'deal with.. maybe enough alcohol, and y'won't have any. Seems t'be the way it goes.
[ Cassidy smiles and lets his glass clink against hers, throwing it back with practiced ease. ]
Well, if you're lucky, anyway. Who knows how any of this works? Will we pick up from where we left off? Or will our years catch up to us?
[ His rudementary inspection seems fruitless for now, so maybe it's not as much of a danger as he supposes. ]
No? And why's that, then?
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[Trust her, she's going to try and see if being blackout drunk will allow her to sleep. There were times Rip hated being an insomniac because of the nightmares she suffered from.
She clinked her glass with his and took another sip as he tossed his back and then smiled slightly as he asked why she wouldn't mind it this time.]
Various reasons. For one, I'd be able to live out my life vith Namur und grow old vith him instead of vatching old age take him from me.
[But.. then she'd leave Augustine the same way. She sighed softly.]
It vould still break Augustine's heart to vatch me grow old und die zhough...But, if I vas human, I could at least give him a child. I know both of my men love children und I can't haf zhem as a vampire. Hell, I can't even create ozher vampires.
[She knocked back the rest of the whiskey and was quickly ordering another one and ignoring her water for the moment.]
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He can't help but smile when she throws back her whiskey without even a second thought. That was his kind of girl. ]
Namur sounds pretty important. Boyfriend? Brother? Other parental-sort of figure?
[ He doesn't have to wait long for his answer, as her desire to give this person a child says nearly everything Cassidy needs to know. He can't help the slight wince is face twists into. ]
Well, it is a tragic thing t'have happen... happens t'the best of us with this sort of affliction... But after such a life filled with pain, hardship, watchin' our loved ones die.. havin' t'be careful of the bloody time so we don't die?
Sometimes I wonder if it's not worth it on their end, y'know? Just... if the sun comes up and you're outside? Just...Pretty bloody easy, isn't it?
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Lover.
[He was so much more than just her boyfriend. Lover was a good word for what they were though it's much deeper than that. Rip loved Namur and Augustine so much that loosing either one of them wouldn't be good for her mental stability. ]
I've never had zhe unfortunate pleasure of outliving a lover. Vell, due to old age. Zhey haf been killed in front of me before und haf been stolen avay from me by zhe very nature of zhese vorlds. But, never because of old age.
[She sighs and swirls her whiskey around a bit.]
...Yeah, you'd zhink.
[Okay so she might have thought about it once or twice in the past.]
But, vhen you die in a vorld like zhis, you come back und in my experience zhere is alvays some sort of a price.
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Well, with any luck, you won't have to start. Fuckin' misery, it is, watchin' someone who used to embody the whole idea of life and energy just... waste away to nothing... Wouldn't wish it on me worst enemy.
[ He sips at his drink, taking a moment to really savour the fact that he's actually feeling the heat from it in his belly and throat. However, when she mentions the possibility of coming back, that stops him dead and draws his brow to a tight knit ]
Hold on. You mean t'tell me that there's people dyin' and comin' back here? Like a bloody zombie? And you also mean t'tell me that no one's lookin' into that? Bloody mental, that's what it is! Why is no one freaking out about this!?
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Lets hope.
[She took a sip of her whiskey and paused at his reaction about her mentioning death didn't stick. Part of her was amused and part of her understood the shock.]
From vat I've seen, it's not a common zhing here. I haf yet to hear of anyone dying zo I'm not even sure vat death's like here.
However, in two of zhe last vorlds I've been in, I haf died. Each vorld vas different on how zhey handled it. In one vorld, It vould be several days before I 'voke up' or revived depending on vat killed me. Longer for zomething like cremation obviously. Shorter for gunshot vounds. Vhen zhat happened, you paid a... Price to zhe deities of zhat vorld.
For zhe two times I died in Adstringendum, I lost my singing voice und zhe sight in my left eye.
[She sighed and took another sip.]
It vas... similar in Ruby City. Only, zhe murder dealt vith a temporary price until zheir victim revived.
[She snorted faintly.]
I spent a veek unable to hold a veapon. Every time I did, I felt zhe fear und terror of my victim's last moments. Incidentally, vhen I died zhere, my murderer lost zhe use of zhe arm he used to tear out my heart for a veek.
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Wait. So you mean t'tell me this isn't your first time comin' t'some strange world completely removed from your home? And you're all right with this?
Jaysus..
[ He threw back his drink. Clearly he wasn't drunk enough for this conversation. He was, however, sober enough to listen to her story. He frowned.]
I'm sorry.. Can't've been easy, that. Don't seem to have kept you from your gun, though... You all right, then?
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Fourth vorld actually. It's zhe only zhing keeping me alive zo, I don't haf a choice but to be 'all right' vith zhis. Besides, I haf more now zhan I ever did back home.
[So to her, this world hopping was worth it.]
No, it vasn't.. but, I'm fine now. I haf zhe memories from zhat time but none of zhe old scars or prices.
[And there went half her whiskey.]
I don't know vhy, but, vhen I vas brought here, all my scars vere gone. Vell, except zhe death scar. I'm probably never getting rid of zhat.
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Might be a vampire thing. I don't usually scar, even if I've been in the sun. I mean, exception bein' me tattoos, I suppose. [ He lifted his heavily-inked hand, and where the cuff fell away from his skin, lines disappeared under his sleeve. Apparently there were quite a few. ] Though I think it's somehow different because it's not really scarring? Just injectin' ink. Kinda like a blood blister or somethin', but more fun.
[ "Death Scar" wasn't something that he was familiar with, and his brow knit once again. ]
We talkin'... like... someone killed you? Or... when you got turned?
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Maybe? Zhough, in one of zhe vorlds I couldn't heal zo I ended up vith a lot of scars from all zhe damages und all zhe healings. Zhankfully, I vas happy to discover tattoos vork just zhe same for us az zhey do for humans.
It makes zhings a little easier.
[Where he may have several, Rip only had the one on her left shoulder.]
Az in zomeone killed me. I vas in zhe middle of being murdered vhen I appeared in my first vorld. Zhe scar's been vith me ever since.
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He was happy to learn that even over all of the places that she had been, at least, thankfully, his ink would remain. He'd spent too much money on it for it to just vanish, after all, and some of them had some very personal meaning to them.
However, learning about her circumstances for her arrival to her first world... it didn't fill him with hope, exactly. After all, if she died before she arrived, then what did that say about him? For his friend Tulip, it made sense, considering she'd died and arrived before he had.. but he didn't remember anything of the sort, and even normally-fatal damage he usually had some consciousness during. Very odd. ]
Sorry for that. Could always get it tattooed over if it bothers you. Turn somethin' unpleasant into somethin' you actually want to look at, you know?
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Maybe, zhough, zhey vould be tattooing between my breasts und a good part of my back. Impalement is not a pleasant vay to die.
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Still, now that his mind was on the track of tattoo design, he nodded, letting the wheels in his head turn. ]
Oh, I don't know about that. Could be some interestin' things to work with dependin' on what sort of design you like. I mean, [ He pulled at the collar of his shirt to show a dark shape inked into his chest. ] I got me a magpie here. Ladies seem t'have a better chance of gettin' away with things on their backs. Could be lots of things you could put there.. Don't necessarily have t'be one design all the way through unless that's what you're wantin'. That's got some opportunities, too, though.
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I suppose, zhough zhe question iz vat vould I vant. I only haf one tattoo right now und it iz...more of a mark linking me to one of my families und to one of my lovers.
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[ Hearing that she's got a tattoo is nice for him to hear. It's sweet, and he nods along. ]
That's real nice. It's good that y'managed to get one out that means a lot to ya. Once you have so many, some of them just stop havin' much meanin' and are just somethin' fun. Some do end up special, for sure, but them early ones're always the ones that mean the most. Cherish it.
[ When their drinks arrive, he lifts his up to her. He doesn't have a particular toast in mind, but it seems appropriate somehow. ]
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Before joining vith Namur's family, I never even considered a tattoo before. Zhere vas scarring, sure. I had 'Beloved' carved into zhe back of my neck at one point.. twice.
[She winced slightly as she recalled those memories. Not exactly her best moments.]
But, I zhink...I just need to zhink about vat I vant. I already haf zomething that ties me to Namur, perhaps I should put a little thought into zomething zhat links me vith Augustine next.
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[ He laughed and took a drink from his glass. There were no words for how happy he was that the burn of the whiskey actually did anything. Happy didn't even begin to describe it. ]
So. That's what you're gonna do with your time as a mortal? Get tattoos and get yourself wasted? Can't say it's a bad idea, but what else is on your list, then, eh?
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[She smiled and took another sip of her own.]
Vell, besides tattoos und getted vasted vith yours truly, I vas zhinking of visiting a few restaurants und bakeries to taste zome of zhe things I've been missing... und vatching a sunrise und sunset for zhe first time in decades.
Beyond zhat...vell. I haf two men vho are very enamoured vith me. I'm sure ve'll vant to see vat sex is like vith me being human.
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