A Study in Misery

A Blog dedicated to a certainly strange Gaster Fragment Named Geist. More to him than appearances reveal. { RP Blog, Semi-Selective Side Blog, Follows back from King-Asgore. PLEASE READ RULES FIRST }

[king-asgore]

Time to End Things

After being gone for god knows how long from this blog I’ve finally decided that it’s time to admit I’m done with this blog for good.

This goes for both Asgore and Geist indefinitely on all fronts.

Im tired of disappointing people saying I’ll be back, and being disappointed in general with how either of these blogs went in the end.

So tomorrow both blogs will be possibly deleted. If those of you still following this graveyard of a blog wanna talk with me

my main is TricksterCheebs. if you hit me up there please please tell me who you are :v

but yeah. sorry but this is the end of it all for my boys. thank you all for those who stuck around waiting. I’m sorry 

[centipyrrhic]

From Me To You

[archaicgeists]

centipyrrhic‌:

{ * He’s humming to himself as he makes the tea, staying firmly out of Geist’s thoughts on the decor and the potential schrodinger’s state of… him. }

{ * nope. not gonna think about that. }

-

{ * Doesn’t take too long for the man to bring out a nice serving tray with tea. It’s simple, just a couple cups, teapot and sugar bowl. If you want cream with chamomile go fuck yourself }

* “ I’ve had one for a while now. They’re a Chara from my alternate’s original timeline. They’re at school right now and my h- boyfriend is in his own space so we’ve got ample time to chat. “

{ * The man takes a seat on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table with nonchalance. }

* “ So, how’re you feeling? “

[ Only heathens want cream with chamomile honestly.. Geist nods and moves to take a seat near Dia and make himself comfortable before considering the tea, it looks nicely brewed.

He’s not going to indulge just yet, no one likes scalding tea..but he does listen carefully to what Dia says.]

* Interesting.. To think you’ve done so much for yourself since I last talked to you Dia..

* Caring for a child..and a significant other as well? You’ve surprised me, can I ask who they might be? 

* As for myself...oddly enough I feel, well I feel at peace?

* It’s strange to feel like this after so long..I feel like I can actually think rationally for once in what feels like eons again.

[ A hand comes up to clasp at the intact side of his head.]

* ..I apologize Dia, I must look outright insane acting the way I have been..

[centipyrrhic]

From Me To You

[archaicgeists]

centipyrrhic‌:

{ * A subtle song dances on the air, humming through the leaves and the petals, singing their joyous cries of vibrant life. }

-

* “ Thanks. I drew some inspiration from a few oil paintings and movies; my kid can name the species of each flower in the field and I just haphazardly threw them in for filler. So proud. “

{ * The man pushes the door open with little effort. It makes almost no sound until the handle clatters against the stone archway leading further into the cathedral. }

-

{ * Inside is not quite traditional to the exterior. There have been major modifications, mainly a second floor having been added and twisting spires on either side with spiral staircases that lead up. Further in is a modern living room area: a kitchen on the left separated by a granite island (with wood fire oven!), a central seating area in the middle (TV and game consoles of course) and a reading nook to the right (bookshelves galore.) The additions stop in the middle of the living room, clear view of a grand painted glass window shining in a myriad of pastel lights on the couches and hanging chandelier. }

{ * Can something be both humble and opulent? My interior decorating skills leave something to be desired but I’m a damn good architect. }

-

{ * The man breathes a sigh of relief upon entering the threshold, walking down the hallway and into the living room as he unbuttons his signature black cloak and tosses it over the back of the couch. Underneath he’s wearing very mundane lounge wear: t-shirt and sweatpants, both the same color gray. }

* “ Tea, right. Chamomile okay? “

{ * And he’s off to the kitchen. }

* Chamomile is fine, thank you Dia..

[ As he enters..he’s once more surprised at the design choices.. it’s all rather sleek and stylish compared to most other spaces he remembers.. But it all also carries a ornate look, the stained glass windows immediately catch his eye.. Honestly the one reason alone he might of liked churches..

It all honestly made him partially want to remodel his own space..it felt..lived in and happy here even. How could he have missed sunlight so much until he saw it playing through the colored glass and interior?

Geist was at a loss for words for what he was feeling..but for once it wasn’t anger thankfully. He could trust Dia, he had claimed them as a founded brother more or less, Pathos too where ever their more...unpredictable half was. It felt wrong to ask considering their history together, both hated one another with a burning passion.

He was fine to let this train of though continue down memory lane when something else cleared the haze of his mind, making him stop near the seating area.]

* Wait...

* You said “my kid” yes..?

* Dia since when did you have a child?

[centipyrrhic]

From Me To You

[archaicgeists]

centipyrrhic‌:

{ * You don’t even need to move. }

{ * Let me show you my world. }

-

{ * In the blink of an eye the scenery of Geist’s abode shifts, changes colors; sunlight drowns out the gloom and replaces the musty scent with a gentle breeze carrying wildflower pollen. The ground below is a cobblestone walkway overgrown with an array of pastel petals and cool greens. The pathway draws the eyes to a massive victorian-era stone cathedral, its dark oaken double doors looking impressive and worn. }

{ * The man breaks contact, walking up the road and steps to push open one of the doors. }

* “ I’ve got some tea on the stove still. “

{ * A far cry from the din of the void, no? }

[ As the shift of worlds happened, the vibrant hues of life and light faded in, leaving Geist very very surprised. It all looks so..comfortable and picturesque its damn near a shock to his system..

It takes him a moment or two to register what Dia has said, he feels like he’s part of some painting now.. but what feels like peace hits him for what might possibly be the first time in months. ]

* I’d... I’d like some tea honestly right about now.

* I didn’t think you would of lived in such a place..it’s magnificent honestly.

[ Part of him regrets not going out of the void more since his ungodly breakdowns have gotten worse.. the bleakness of the void seemed to only make things worse..

Leave it to Dia to break him out of his stupor in more than one way..]

[centipyrrhic]

From Me To You

[archaicgeists]

centipyrrhic‌:

{ * The man is silent for some time. }

* “ …I don’t think it’s too late to start mending bridges. I think they miss you, like I did. “

{ * There’s hesitation, but he reaches around Geist, resting his hand on the other’s shoulder and giving it a small squeeze. }

* “ Besides, even if it takes a while to get back on your incorporeal feet, I’m simply a text or phone call away. I don’t have a lot going on right now besides another timeline I’m maintaining, and you’re always welcome at my new place. “

{ * A pause. }

* “ ..Oh right, I never showed you my new place, did I? “

{ * It’s an attempt at getting Geist to step out of this frankly depressing atmosphere, but he’s not sure if it’ll work. }

* Maybe.. hopefully I didn’t burn them all in my wake to keep nosy people out.

[ A hand reaches up to cover the one placed on his shoulder and return the gentle squeeze.

There’s alot going on in his mind now, part of him wants to refuse what he’s learned..people should mind their own damned business, not bother him.. But another knows that isn’t right.. He’s had no one kind to talk to, barely in text or otherwise.

He’s gotten worse and the idea of..being well and truly alone scares him on a near visceral level. Hearing Dia offer a way to remove himself from..his current situation for a bit makes him smile somewhat.]

* I appreciate it Dia..I suppose I should get back into the habit of pestering you..and maybe others once more.

* ..And I would like to see your new abode, anything to get myself away from..myself for a bit.

* I’m ready to depart whenever you are.

[centipyrrhic]

From Me To You

[archaicgeists]

centipyrrhic‌:

{ * The man looks at the weapon, disappointed. }

* “ …I see. “

{ * Sip. }

* “ Geist, I’ll be honest with you. Why do you need this level of isolation? Doesn’t it get boring out here when you’re left to your own devices? I understand not enjoying certain people’s company, but to get to the point where every knock at the door is going to require THAT… “

{ * He gestures to the gun. }

* “ ..This is clearly not a healthy environment for you to be in. “

{ * There’s just a sigh that escapes him. }

* “ I say this out of concern, Geist. I’m glad you’re finding things to do out here, but when they involve just pushing other people away… “

* “ I’ve lived it. It hurts; inflicts wounds you can’t come back from. Unless… you want to live like this, in which case the thought is extremely saddening. “

* . . . .I-

[ Dias words catch him off guard in quite possibly the worst way. He looks at the gun and door in turn..to him it all seemed natural to do, a way to keep certain types out that wanted to impose against his will...

..But hearing it from someone he trusted put so simply, there was no real way to deny that Dia made one hell of a point.

He had pushed everyone away, not even his closest friends...Hell not even Umbra spoke to him anymore..Christ when was the last time he spoke to Ano, to Outsider, hell anyone that wasn’t considered a enemy of his?

The last person he had a lengthy chat was with fucking Eight of all fragments and they hated him.

The gun topples from his weak grip, the feeling of a pit slowly forming in his stomach the more he thought about it.]

* ..You know..I hate it when you make such crystalline sense Dia..It cuts me right to the core in ways I haven’t felt in years..

* But..But of course you’re right..I can’t even remember when I started driving everyone.. even the ones I loved away.

* ..Gods deliver me..do I even have anyone left or have they abandoned me?

[ its a sobering thought..but one that really would not surprise him now. Would they even still want to bother with him?]

[centipyrrhic]

From Me To You

[archaicgeists]

centipyrrhic‌:

* “ Reinforced doors, huh..? “

{ * He nods along, setting the phone in his lap. }

* “ You seem to be in the business of keeping people at arm’s length. D’you think your increasing mental instability might factor into that at all? “

{ * Pop. }

{ * The man’s got some kind of aluminum can in hand, idly taking a sip. }

* “ Anyway. Tell me about this new project of yours. What kinda weapon is it? “

* Possibly..it’s what lead to me being kidnapped by someone who thought I needed help for my mental and physical well being, even after I blatantly told him off.

* He’s the reason for the new door and precautions.. So I might be losing what sanity I have left, doesn’t mean anyone can just burst into my home and say it’s for my own good.

[ He likely needs a lot more help than hes letting on, but this is Geist here.. He’ll admit he needs help when hell freezes over most likely. ]

* And as for the weapons project.. You’ve handled firearms before yes? I recently acquired this interesting item after nearly getting the rest of my face blown off with it.

[ He pulls out what looks like a ordinary pistol for Dia to examine. ]

* It fires off magical rounds strangely enough..and with the firepower it holds it does a good job of deterring idiots.

* So I did some research and decided to make something more, my style I suppose? Something far more powerful but since I’m crafting it myself I can keep track of everything to ensure how high a quality it is as a end result.

* ..Honestly I’m fairly pleased with the progress so far.

[centipyrrhic]

From Me To You

[archaicgeists]

centipyrrhic‌:

{ * I’m flattered, honestly. I figured it’s been so long that… }

{ * No matter. }

-

{ * The man walks inside, looking around. If memory serves, there was a couch area that acted as a pit. If that’s still there, he’ll go and sit at it. If not, he’ll simply stand awkwardly. }

* “ Not dead, thankfully. “

{ * He reaches into his cloak and takes out a familiar phone- the same old and shitty smartphone with a cracked screen that P- …that his other half had. }

* “ ..How have you been, Geist? You seem busy, or at least avoiding people. “

* Well that’s a relief.. dying and the like seem to be a oddly growing trend these days..

* It’s always good to see someone with some sanity still lurking about here in the void..

[ He closes the door and bolts it..Dia’d likely notice it looks new among the whole new door..again.

Geist sighs and comes to join him in the couch pit after a moment]

* As for me, well I got kidnapped for “my health and sanity”..

* Someone asked me to kill them, I refused and they did it themselves, only to botch it somehow and now they blame me for their.. whatever life they now have.

* And I feel like I’m losing what little sanity I have left..I haven’t started hallucinating thankfully.

[ He points to the door and elsewhere]

* I’ve been busy keeping myself distracted as of late with some projects, the doors been reinforced with metal so the next idiot to kick my door in should have a harder time.

* The other project’s..more of a new interest I’ve taken up in weaponry. I’m rather quite proud of how it’s coming along.

[centipyrrhic]

From Me To You

[archaicgeists]

centipyrrhic‌:

* “ Hi, Geist. Yeah I’m really here, not a figment. “

{ * The man knocks on the material of the door frame idly, as if to prove his existence as a corporeal being. Last he saw of this door was when it got busted right off its hinges. }

* “ It’s been a while, I forgot to give you my new phone number when I moved. “

{ * He looks a little different since you last saw him. The scar across the left (right?) side of his face appears more healed than before, older and weathered. It looks like he hasn’t cut his hair in a while, considering the ends are a faded greenish tinge. Hair dye that he never washed out. }

{ * He still wears the same black cloak with centipede pendant, but it’s faded from its pitch blackness to more of a deep dark grey. The man looks… older. More refined. Maybe there’s even a little less anger in his eyes. }

{ * Time affects him now, whether he likes it or not. }

* “ Got a minute? Mind if I come in? “

* It’s felt like years have passed since I last saw you Dia..

[ It likely has been as far as he knows, void and time dont exactly mix well.

Though to be fair it looks like the both of them have felt the passage of time wear on both soul and body considerably..Though Geist privately thinks DIa’s gotten the better luck out of either of them honestly.]

* I thought you were dead..or lost somewhere. Glad to see I’ve been proven wrong of course.

[ He looks a bit relieved to see Dia, even happy to see him. Having him come back after who knows how long to visit him of all fragments.. it felt like old times almost..

He moved aside to let the other come in and talk.]

* I have nothing but time for you Dia..come in and talk comfortably..

[archaicgeists]

CRAME EGGE

* You’re early...

* Regardless get out of my house, or you’ll be target practice for my new weapon.

[centipyrrhic]

From Me To You

[archaicgeists]

centipyrrhic‌:

{ @archaicgeists }

-

{ * When did this nostalgia kick creep in? Was it the hues of blue, text on screen with little wingdings to accent and punctuate, a desire to learn the unknown stirring the familiar? }

{ * Is this longing? A rekindling of an old and smothered flame? Who knows. }

-

{ * Geist. It’s been a long time. You… I hope you don’t miss my lesser half I’ll be serviceable of some comfort company, even now. }

{ * You know I can’t go back, right…? Not after… everything that’s happened. I can’t. He’s not coming back. }

-

{ * There’s a man draped in a black cloak outside an achingly familiar entrance. He’s hesitating. }

{ * It’s been a while since he’s been inside the Void. Truth be told, he avoids the place. Bad blood. Bad memories. No looking back- }

{ * Bullshit. He’s looking the past square in the face right now, openly inviting all those past hurts and cuts into his heart again. Why? Why now? Why couldn’t he just- }

{ * The man knocks on the door. }

[ If Geist had been expecting such company he wouldn’t of believed it to be true.

The knocking at his door alerted him to..well at least decent company arriving, the new spells he had carved into it should of done something were they trying to enter without him knowing, or just being a ass and barging in like they owned the space.

Setting down his..newest pet project he moved upstairs to see who..or what was bothering him now. He was already on a hairs edge sanity wise, he couldn’t deal with another issue like Eight or that idiot Gen again.

Opening the door he expected the worst as always these days. ]

* You’d better have a damned good reason coming here to pester me in person and not online where I can ignore y-

* D-Dia??

[ Geist did a full stop once he got a look at the person before him..There were very few humans in the void, he was one of them.

But he recognized this person, he couldn’t mistake someone so dear to him..]

* Oh gods don’t tell me I’ve started hallucinating now..please tell me you’re real and not some sick joke my sub concious is playing with me..

[lastinggaster]

Mercy //Closed RP

[archaicgeists]

lastinggaster‌:

[Eight stands there with the most sour of scowls on his face as Geist talks. Ya boy looks like he’s being scolded by his father and is only half listening. Sulky piece of shit.

The only thing that regains his attention is the instruction-his gaze snaps back to Geist. Examining his features.

He’s silent, thinking quietly on the task.

There had been some kind of hope that he wouldn’t have to do it himself. A fragment he had known some time ago had seemingly done similar… But he’s clearly not going to get that luxury.

His shoulders slump. Bastard looks as though he might pass out before he even carries out such a plan. How much worse could that SOUL of his have possibly gotten?]

* Fine. Good enough.

* Should have figured you’d be a stubborn fuck about it-

* But I appreciate you bothering to tell me.

[Huff. And with that, he turns to leave, as almost suddenly as he had turned up.

Returning back into the dark of the void- he raises a hand in a half-hearted wave of goodbye.

There’s a sense of… finality about it.

He speaks aloud once more before vanishing entirely, snide, and with a hint of a smile. ]

* Enjoy your peace, Geist. May it be long-lasting.

[…

The necromancer may be the last person he sees.

How painfully ironic.]

* If I wasn’t a stubborn fuck I wouldn’t be here talking to you still.

[ He huffs as the other moves to leave, looking like a tired and sullen child after being told no by a forceful parent.

Eight should of known Geist would refuse to do such things, they were enemies after all and he had long ago stated he’d keep him alive if only to suffer living like he did.

The odd words do have a..strange finality to them, he wonders if Eight really does plan on going through with it. And even if he does, what does it matter to him? 

Still... ]

* Goodbye Eight, may whatever afterlife that bothers receiving you be all you’ve wanted and deserved..

[ He watches the other leave, not moving from his spot for a good minute or two more when he can no longer see them.

It wasn’t his business to care, what happens now all depends on Eight. ]

[lastinggaster]

Mercy //Closed RP

[archaicgeists]

lastinggaster‌:

* What, not even one last idiocy?

* I thought you’d actually be pleased to be rid of me, or have you gone fucking soft?

[ Eight does not budge from where he’s stood, arms folded over his chest. He’s not quite Yelling, but boy howdy does he look like he wants to.]

* I didn’t think I’d have to beg you of all people to get it over with.

* I’m barely even here as it is.

[He looks… Tired. More melty than usual.. Kind of strained. Like he’s only just holding himself together.]

* I’m not waltzing in here just because I’m bored of living, if it were that simple I wouldn’t have fucking bothered. This is the most logical answer.

* I’m on my last thread here, Geist. I barely exist. And that’s saying something, considering where we both live.

* Get it over with and maybe you can have some peace. Don’t make me pick the stupid option.

[… Doesn’t look like he’s going to leave without either getting his wish, or being forced out physically.]

* Do you not even remember the very damned reason that caused me to give you that phylactery in the first place?

* It was to prevent you from dying, whether you wanted it or not. And here you are asking me to more or less kill you and undo my work. How typical of you.

* Do you think me stupid? Killing you would do me no favors, I’d rather not have the few people who actually still give a damn about you trying to exact revenge for your murder.

[ He’s not budging a inch, the idea alone that Eight wants to die by his hands now instead of long ago irritates him to no end. 

Just because Eight would finally know peace wouldn’t mean he would, likely half the void would never leave him alone over his actions if he decided to finally kill the bastard standing before him. He didn’t have the patience or willpower these days to not have things just devolve into a mindless massacre..

Not that Eight seems to care.]

* You want to die so badly? It’s easy to do, your phylactery's so damned weak when I first made it only spite seems to keep the bindings on even now.

* I refuse to sully my hands with your dust, but I’ll give you a hint on how to undo my work yourself if you seem to be so keen on it.

* Just crush your own soul. It’s that easy. Your soul was so fractured when I made it into a phylactery that only spite seems to be keeping you bound to this world.

* Now I won’t tell you again, you know what you need to do. Now get out of my house and go die elsewhere. The last thing I need right now is you killing yourself on my property and making a mess of things post mortem.

[ He makes a shoo shoo motion with his hands and moves to turn back to his work elsewhere. He not playing to Eights games any time soon.. But the information he gave..could Eight just crush his own soul??? ]

[archaicgeists]

Nightmare’s Dawn

[archaicgeists]

wingdgaster‌:

      At first, at the accusation that he sat so stock still in terror of the other, no, he couldn’t let such a claim be made– he’d meant to assist the man through this, help him through this state, but, with this weapon pointed… all he could think to do was shake his head from side to side. 

     Dammit… damn this inability to speak–! He’d thrown up some wall against that mental projection he’d used to speak to him in this entire escapade, this refusal to listen to him any further… left the mute doctor stuck in an inability to try and reason with the other. 

       Bad… bad, bad, bad, this was so bad– 

      The alarm now ringing it’s emergency tone over its limited speaker system, at the fragment’s pause in speech, and as a faint glint of something… dare he say more dangerous than he had thought could be found in the moments prior… trickled into place. New knowledge… something he could not have previously known– 

       [ Do not ever say I gave you a chance to flee…Genesis.]

       Flashes of toxic magenta, of body snatching bestial fragments, and of beloved beings lost to the all-consuming light of the magenta hues of the monster that brought such a swathe of destruction… the very beast that had dared to give him such a name… 

       The only other being that could have known that name… 

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[ He felt a strange almost sickening sense of enjoyment watching this bastard of a fragment go from worried to absolutely terrified in his wake. The screaming that finally tore through the other throat was long in coming...

And here he had made excuses to say he couldn’t talk, screaming was in it’s own way its own unique form of communication afterall, and the pain laded sorrowful screams now pouring out of the fragment before him was a testament to that. A loud brazen warning for all that heard that something terrible had happened.

He was satisfied at last at this display. Gen certainly wouldn’t be getting up to bother him anytime soon, and neither would that hellish other side of him if either knew better. At least he hoped so for the time being. ]

* I’ve made my intentions quite clear by now, if you try pursuing me after that.. Well I won’t be held accountable for what comes after.

* If you have any damned sense left, you’ll tend to your damn wounds instead of chasing me down.

[ He was...idly interested watching the black ichor pouring from the newly made stump trying to close the gap between it and the odd false limb, like grasping hands yearning to clasp once more..

But it wasn’t quite enough to keep him bound here, he needed to leave before someone..or something else came to hinder him or gods forbid defend Gen and attack him for his actions.

Turning from the scene before him, he took off back down the halls to restart his search for a exit from this gods awful prison of a house. ]

[lastinggaster]

Mercy //Closed RP

[archaicgeists]

lastinggaster‌:

* That’s exactly why I came to find you, actually.

* [ He shrugs off Geists little rant. Though he does consider who might be stupid enough to kidnap their voids resident pissy necromancer…he has more important things to attend to. ]

* I’ll make this brief, so we don’t waste each others time further.

* That Phylactery you gave me.

* Get rid of it.

* Disable it or shut it down–however the damn thing works, I just want it gone, and you’re the only person who knows shit about these things, so I don’t exactly have a lot of options otherwise. I’d not have come bothering you if I had the choice.

* [ They should both know full well at this point what a goddamned mess his SOUL is. Surely said Phylactery is the only thing keeping him alive at this point?

… But Eight would know that well enough.

He seems to be, in the simplest terms, asking Geist to kill him.

Permanently.

Being entirely serious, too, not a hint of a smile on his face.]

[ He had to stop whatever the hell it was he was doing in order to fully turn and stare at Eight as those words sunk in.

Get rid of it? The likely only thing binding Eight to this existence..and he wanted it to end with his help. After the nonsense he had dealt with what felt like days prior..this was what broke the proverbial camels back that was Geist’s shoddy held together mind at the moment.

He started laughing. ]

* You..you must be honestly fucking with me Eight. You want me to get rid of my own hard work just because you’re tired of living?

[ Geist takes note of just how serious the other is being, he wanted to believe otherwise but, between the both of them it seemed like Eight had finally had his fill of everything.

His laughter died off, soon replaced with a dark scowl.]

* No. I refuse. I won’t be party to more of your idiocies again Eight. If that’s all you’re wanting out of me, then you’ve wasted your energy just coming here.

* Get out of my house.

[lastinggaster]

Mercy //Closed RP

[archaicgeists]

lastinggaster‌:

* Why in the god damn fuck do you have that thing?

[ * Eight turns with a scowl on his face. It isn’t all that discernable from his face every other time he’s met Geist, though, so it likely isn’t all that apparent. ]

*Believe it or not, I actually willingly came here to find you.

* What’s up with the door? You get robbed or something?

[ * Here comes the attitude train. Choo choo.

Eight folds his arms over his chest, squinting back at Geist.]

* Have it for unwanted pests that don’t quite get the point that I don’t want to be bothered past a certain extent.

* ....

[ He comes the rest of the way through the portal now at the mention of the door, scowl darkening his own features to possibly match Eight, the master of scowly face moods.]

* No I didn’t get robbed. Some thick headed idiot got it into their mind that I needed their help with my mental instability.

* When I told them in my own polite way to...as you’d most likely put it, fuck off and leave me alone, they kidnapped me and held me hostage until I “learned he wanted to only help me become better”.

[ He holds up the gun and...there’s a undeniably manic gleam in his eyes now...he really should not have that damn thing, but good luck getting it from him now.]

* So I destroyed their house and escaped. They most likely won’t try to come back for me..I’m in the process of making a stronger door...with better security wards..And possibly a punishment for those who break the damn thing again.

* ...So why in the nine hells did you even bother coming here if it’s just to sass me while I work? I’m not that far enough gone to know we both still hate one another.

[lastinggaster]

Mercy //Closed RP

@archaicgeists

* [And off he goes.

Eight lifts himself out of his seat, groaning with the effort. Stiff body. He might not be quite dead yet, but his leg appears to be convinced.

Figment, in Eights field of view, seems to vanish for a moment, returning only when he’s vacated the train carriage he’d been staying in. 

He takes a last glance at Apologys’s home. There’s a sense of finality about it- a place he’ll miss, and the people associated with it, even if he really had been the only one there for a while.

…His thoughts are interrupted by the Cubesy-Clone drifting back into sight. He frowns. ]

YOU’RE GOING THROUGH WITH IT, THEN? AFTER ALL THIS?

* We’re not discussing it.

YOU’RE ONLY TALKING WITH YOURSELF, DEAR.

* Exactly.

* [Any other attempts to speak to Eight are ignored. He has enough on his mind already- as he heads towards the Lich’s voidspace.

He has a request to make. Here’s hoping Geist would grant it- though his expectations aren’t all that high.

…After a long walk, he approaches the space with not a hit of caution. He has no need for it at this point.

Upon his approach, Eight appears completely alone. There’s nobody else with him. Not to onlookers, anyway.]

[archaicgeists]

[ As Eight arrives to Geist’s home he notices something’s off right away, the fact that the front door’s fucking missing entirely. Closer inspection shows that someone or something pretty much kicked the door clean off its hinges?

Wonder what did it?? Inside however if Eight continues inside, he’d notice it’s entirely dead silent. No one’s out in the main living space or even in the kitchen..the sounds of something possibly coming from downstairs are the only thing showing signs of someone still living here.

That and the sudden cold press of metal against the back of Eights skull, soon followed by the very audible click of a safety being turned off. A brief second would pass before a sigh rings out and the cold feeling leaves.]

* Ah...It’s only you Eight.

* What in gods name are you even doing here?

[ From behind him, via portal now stood Geist...holding a pistol of all damned things. He looks, well like shit still but thats no surprise ]