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@abeliism-blog
Hi guys! Still here! Got drafts and replies still a-waiting for me. Just took a bit of a tumble and ended up in-hospital for a bit, my apologies. I'll get back to it.
when i catch like almost the end of the live stream and i’m like mhmm
get it john and alex
and then alex be like “the divorce papers are there”
and i’m like WTF WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
UGH I NEED TO SEE THIS. :|
@hookedpirate
Abel was, at the very least, thankful for forest. He was positive he was still very lost, but being lost in a forest when one was searching for a forest was far closer to success than anything else he’d accomplished thusfar. His eyes on the sky and his lip between his teeth, the young man spun around him in a circle before settling by a tree to leaf through what looked like a small notebook, a sheathed rapier clinking at his hip and a knapsack slung over his back. He seemed engrossed in his notes, not stopping even as he reached out to one side and appeared to pull a purple-ish fruit from thin air to munch on as he read.
Prodigal
@nuytism:
The male had seen such a violation done upon his woman by the seemingly-off trespasser curled his fist about the hilt of his blade, visage screwed up and dripping with ferocity only a dull child might not notice as his free hand wrapped about the upper arm of the female that did - in all fairness - look quite a bit like the one the wanderer searched for. With a definite growl between the words, the Sin’dorei issued what must have been a threat - a warning to depart before justice was wrought - and began to lead the female away, though her glowing eyes had fixated on Abel and begun to pick him apart. Something in her visage made it clear she saw something off about him, but it was the whisper she gave to her man that brought his attention back that spelled out imminent trouble for the Chaosian.
Meanwhile, in the darker reaches of the strip deemed Murder Row, Pentele slipped through the entryway of the least-populous of the city’s taverns and began towards the court in the northwest, where she planned to cut through to get to the opposite strip where a certain bowman awaited her arrival for pickup of her newly-repaired bow. As always, the faithful worg trailed at her side, brushing against the skirts she saved for trips such as this to the glamorous city with every step of her right foot.
It was only as they passed the small commotion in the court that the canine showed any interest in anything other than playing his ritual game of slow-down-and-catch-up with Pentele. Even though the Sin’dorei herself did not even glance towards the spectacle at first, Baenori halted steadfast and stared down the obvious offender of the three bodies almost quarantined from the rest of the court’s activity by imaginary barriers. The female caught the lack of presence at her side after a few steps, turning to face the critter and call it to her side to no avail - he was still focused dead on to the isolated male.
As if prompted, the canine suddenly bolted across the stone court the thirty feet or so between himself and the impostor-elf, not-so-casually rubbing himself against the male’s trouser legs as he only did with a handful of people that had gained the critter’s absolute trust. Though confused more than alarmed, Pentele scraped after her beloved companion, quickly becoming part of the scene herself as she tried to tug Baenori by the scruff off of the man she didn’t take the time to recognize at first.
She’d begun to spew apologies in Thalassian, the couple that had been staring the Chaosian down until this point slipping away with their untouched curiosities and suspicions. Her eyes, after a low bark from the worg, lifted up to the face that - while there were different features - she recognized. Her mouth drooped open slightly, the entirety of her body going numb with the icy touch of the callous thought that this might just be another cruel dream set upon her to remind her of the person that had managed to become such a staple in her life as the canine that now settled between them, his tail abound in excited wriggles.
❝ — Abel? Is that… ❞ the girl murmured, her hand daring what she could not stop it from doing by reaching up to barely graze his cheek with her fingertips, ❝ — it can’t be you. ❞
Abel had been so focused on explaining himself to the pair that the large canine’s sudden display of affection caught him completely off guard, what to the worg were surely gently nudges making his knees buckle and nearly sending him to the stone as Baenori rubbed himself all over his trousers. He thought at first he was being attacked by some guard’s companion hound - but the familiar voice, the call of his name, the gentle touch at his cheek - quickly put those worries to rest.
“Pen-tele!” he exclaimed, dropping his notebook in his excitement. A toothy grin overtook his features as he closed the gap between them as best he could with the mountain of fur in their midst and reached out to embrace her tightly - for a few moments before decorum and manners kicked in, and he stepped back with an awkward cough and a more sheepish smile.
“I don’t mean to be so forward. It’s only that it’s been so very long, and ah, I hope you don’t mind - and you of course - “ he added to the worg, who he half expected to be giving him a judging sort of stare “ - if I say I’ve missed you, the two of you, very much indeed.” He quieted himself, chewing his lip as he realized how much he was rambling and wringing her hands. Patting the back of one with his own, he took a moment to look at Pentele and Baenori, positively beaming.
“I have so much to show you. So much to say - ” he began again, gesturing with his notebook - and scrambling to scoop it from the ground once he realized it had fallen. “ - so many places, Pentele! At our fingertips! So many things I’ve seen while I’ve been away.” He lifted his hand, turning hers so that he could press the notebook to her palm.
“But above them all, I... really, I really am glad to see the two of you again.”
@spoilthechild
The new patient being brought to Dr. Thredson was, in a word, confusing. He was boundlessly polite and seemingly well-read, but the young man had a stubborn imagination and seemed hell-bent on convincing the staff that he was from a completely different world. Most agreed that he’d seemed to appear out of nowhere one day, but with such outlandish ideas as inter-universal travel, it was easy for Briarcliff’s workers to come to the consensus that Abel belonged there, even if otherwise his demeanor and attitude marked him as sane.
Oddly enough, it was Sister Mary Eunice who seemed to take the most issue with him. Sidelong looks when he mentioned his otherworldly wanderings, squinted eyes when his almost overbearing kindness was being shared with one of he other patients - she seemed wary, almost suspicious. And so it was that he ended up before Dr. Thredson, being evaluated and inspected for any hidden psychological issues.
Upon entering, he simply smiled and waited patiently to be addressed and allowed to take a seat, having little to say aside from a pleasant “Good morning” and little to do besides looking curiously around the room.
@alwaysalleluialucy liked this for a starter
He nearly ran headlong into her as he rounded one of the larger tents, his head craned back over one shoulder to check on some unseen thing he seemed to think was pursuing him. At the slightest little bump he diverted his momentum, attempting to twist out of her way, arms reaching out to try and steady the young woman.
“Ah - oh - my apologies!” came stumbling out of his mouth, and he quickly glanced between her and the carnival grounds behind him. Abel was out of breath, flushed, and a little disheveled despite his current rather fancy attire - he’d clearly been running for a little while. “I should have been looking, I’m so sorry. I was just - ah - I think I may have accidentally drawn the attention of something unpleasant...”
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“If you play, you play for keeps.”
The youth cracked a grin. Perhaps he misunderstood, or perhaps he was simply the adventurous type - but he seemed unperturbed. Wetting his lips, he stared the doctor down, arms crossed in front of his chest in a sign of determined stubbornness.
“I’m not the sort to go half-in for something.”
@abeliism
“Are you alright darling? You look sick, or something along those line at least.”
@allthxtblood
“I was... running from something sort of nasty. I think I’ve given it the slip, though. Can’t imagine it fitting into a - ah... hotel hallway... “
+dctectiive
Abel hated walls. He felt cramped, closed in, claustrophobic - so tied down despite his ability to wander where he chose. Few things could force the walker to restrict himself to as crowded a locale as the Russian prison, but his admiration and need for the detective being held within were certainly among them. Feeling his way along the darkened hall, Abel peered around the corner at the guard making his rounds and spied another dark figure standing at the far end watching his coworker pace the floor. He chewed his lip in thought. Outdoors it had been easy enough - plenty of space to slip around places, to hide and sneak and avoid unwanted attention. Here though - here was close and personal, and Abel so loathed such conflict.
He reached out through Shadow, tugging strands of the Logrus until he felt what he needed on the other side. It was a long cylinder, wooden and carved, a beautiful blowgun he’d had used on him before on an ill-fated trip to a realm populated by tribes that liked to dine on humanoid flesh. He remembered it and its ammunition well, and in moments two darts sat in his palm, the blowgun clenched in the other.
As the pacing guard passed his hallway, he puffed out on the gun, shooting a dart at his neck, quickly readying the other as the quick pattering of footsteps alerted him to the approach of the other. He missed the second shot, and though he was half distracted by the body of his co-patroller slumping to the floor, the second guard was able to get out a call of alarm and a shot with his gun before Abel was able to clip him on the side of the head with the butt of his rapier. It was a hurried and slightly wounded Abel that jiggled the keys into the door of Sherlock’s cell, slipping inside and slamming it behind him unceremoniously.
“Ahem. Well, ah - Sir Detective? I think we ought to get going.”
+anarchyinyourthoughts
A carnival. Such a strange place, so full of life and yet so oddly quiet at the same time. Abel wandered between the tents in wonder, eyes darting among the faces that seemed to stare at him as if he didn’t belong. It was almost true - he wasn’t, after all, dead. It was another of his wayward wanderings, a passing thought that had snared his mind and taken him off to a place filled with thoughts and ideas that made the Chaosian nobleman blush. Somehow, he’d made his way to Hell.
“Never been... quite this lost, have we?” he murmured to himself.
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I’m bringing back my evil muse, guys. I don’t know if any of you knew/RPed with me while I was writing over at @trustthedr but I’m adding Niles here as a side-blog because I miss his ridiculous blend of saccharine sweet and absolutely sadistic.
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+betterhealing
@betterhealing:
There was some perplexity on the man’s face as he glanced towards where the other man motioned towards. Oh right. The IV. “That’s there to help keep your hydration levels upward. If you can keep the water down I’ll remove it for you.” It really was as simple as that… right now with the other man at questionable stability he wanted to be safe over sorry. He knew firsthand the IV was something rather unpleasant but it was a necessary evil for right now.
Or so he thought. Really, how could Arcade expect otherwise?
“Make sure to drink that slowly.” It was a gentle enough reminder in the long run but as far as food was concerned he had that covered too. Mild soup and bread, things that would be easy enough on a person’s stomach so that he wouldn’t be ill from it. Those would be brought over and settled beside the man for him to eat whenever he felt ready enough for them.
That was rather,, huh. “Are you from a vault?” The question found itself blurted even without thought considering he was pretty damn certain that everyone in the Mojave was aware of New Vegas. It was a hot button right now after all considering the Legion and NCR and… that was a rather comically ranty subject he was better not getting into right.
“I apologize.” An amendment almost immediately moments later. “My second question would have been: or have you traveled here from outside the Mojave? But I can understand if you’re not comfortable in talking on it.”
Abel squinted at him when he mentioned hydration, but it took him until he finished the bottle of water to form any sort of reply. Setting the empty down on his lap, he looked around them at the medical tent, at the ground, at the harsh light of the sun, and something seemed to hit him for the first time since he’d regained consciousness.
“It’s... it’s all desert, isn’t it?” He observed, looking up at the blonde doctor with a disappointed frown. Pointing and drawing in the air with the empty bottle, he gestured at the emptiness outside the tent flap.
“There’s - There’s no forest, no trees, nothing like that out there? And ah - “ he added, realizing he’d been asked a few questions, “ - I have traveled, yes. Done a lot of traveling, to be sure. But I was’t aiming at all for desert, and I’ve certainly... I’m not sure what you mean by vault, I’m sorry...”
Prodigal
Entering Silvermoon for the first time was a shock to Abel, even with the distraction of his newly found companion and even through the heady mix of excitement and confusion that often came with getting oneself lost in a new world. The glorious whites, golds, and reds, the glamour and the beauty - all of it was so striking that on his first visit that Abel could hardly contain himself as he and Pentele made their way to the streets, looking for answers to the seemingly impossible question of how to get the wanderer home. Now though, despite the beauty of the spires that seemed so unaffected by the dead scar that ran so close-by, of the ruins that sat just on the periphery, Abel hardly noticed the city itself.
It was one particular elf that he searched for, one mane of startling red hair - and the shaggy wolfish one that always seemed so near to its mistress - one pair of pale hands likely clasped around a bow they they were all too good at wielding. Abel knew the face well; he’d sketched it on that first meeting, noted and described it and the little expressions it made when he frustrated it. The Chaosian chuckled to himself as he went over his notes, flipping through his little notepad to collect what hints he could on where to find his old friend.
He had learned a few things on his trip to Amber - to that place that half of his lineage called home - but none of it seemed to do very much to help Abel’s sense of direction. And so, flawless as his disguise was, as similar as he looked to a resident Silvermoon elf with his pale skin, his red hair, pointed ears - and those strange eyebrows that he’d added last minute on a whim - he nevertheless was the hopelessly lost traveler that Pen had had to rescue all that time ago, standing there in front of the grand fountain and its statues, backing away from a particularly angry looking Sin’dorei that was advancing on Abel with a dagger drawn for the particularly enthusiastic and misplaced hug he’d given to his mate.
“Sir, I promise you, it was a mistake - I mistook her - she - she looks like my friend - “ he was stammering, attempting in quick, simple phrases to explain himself because the language of the land was still quite lost on him.
@abeliism
“Well, then, I suppose it is a good thing that you did not trust me at A L L.”
“With a family like mine you sort of learn not to trust young men who do so well for themselves... especially when they’re in charge of a place like this one. Then again... I suppose I should also apologize for - ah - intruding.”
"It hurts!"
1. My muse finds your muse bleeding out from a stab wound inflicted by an intruder.
She had been walking around in the hotel, before she stumbled upon a room on the bottom floor. Hearing the sounds of someone she went in there, just simply out of curiosity and he found someone bleeding out on the floor.
“Well damn, did not sign up for this.”
Abel was polite to a fault, and when the woman entered his room to find him making a rather odd-looking bloody mess - odd in that, unlike most people whose blood seeped down into the floor, his blood seemed to lift into the air from somewhere around his abdomen to dissolve into a fine red mist above his head - all he could do was pull a sheepish smile and apologize through the pain..
“Ah - so sorry... about the-the mess... Could... could you possibly close the door? I think... it ran out into the hallway and I would... I’d really like some time to recover before it comes back...”