Sometimes jokers don't always work.

Hello, As you may have guessed, i am none other than The Batter. And as you can see, something has obviously gone very wrong. I have failed my mission to purify the zones, after a joker failed to completely work, Stranding me in some sort of half dead limbo. . ((Semi-dependent rp blog for Dead batter. Linked with the zacharie that is linked.))

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Friendly reminder that @d3dans Supports mental and verbal abusers, and tries to silence the people who point it out!!! 

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”..Oh. Yeah. ..About that. I didn’t really go anywhere. I was still here in zone one. Just.. yknow. not as out and about.” 

He sighs loudly, before wrapping his arms around willies shoulders, giving him a light squeeze.  "I’m sorry."

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His grip loosens but his angry face remains unchanged. Fingers dig and grip onto his uniform, twisting it while he’s held.

"I couldn’t smell you, but then again I barely have time to get a good whiff about any place these days…" He pauses to release his grip and gently push away.

"…You’d better be, I was worried sick."

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"..Yeah? I spent some time wounded. So I was sticking to myself, for the most part." He looks almost.. Sad when willie pushes away, but releases his grip all the same.  "How have you been? And your brother?"

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"so. What did I miss."

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"YOU TWO?!"

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"OH GOD—" He sputters for a brief moment, before he’s.. Hugged? well that’s not what he expected.  "…Why are you hugging me. I thought you were mad. Are you mad? Please don’t break my spine."

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Nope. He’s mad. Very mad, and makes it clear with a briefly tighter grip.

"YOU POOF. YOU MAGICALLY DISAPPEAR OUT OF NO WHERE. DON’T— EXP… YOU JUST."

"….I HATE YOU."

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"..Oh. Yeah. ..About that. I didn't really go anywhere. I was still here in zone one. Just.. yknow. not as out and about."  He sighs loudly, before wrapping his arms around willies shoulders, giving him a light squeeze.  "I'm sorry."

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"so. What did I miss."

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"YOU TWO?!"

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"OH GOD--" He sputters for a brief moment, before he's.. Hugged? well that's not what he expected.  "...Why are you hugging me. I thought you were mad. Are you mad? Please don't break my spine."

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"so. What did I miss."

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I HAVENT DONE “REALISTIC” SORT OF STYLE IN A WHILE YOU BUM >:0

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(( Happy birthday to me, Yo. ))

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(( So my birthday is tomorrow.)) ((oops.))

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(( Yup, I'm still alive-- WAIT JUST A GOSH DARNED SECOND.))

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  "…" Willie slowly lowers the night stand, drawing a bit closer towards the Batter and gently wresting both hands against his shoulders. "Don’t take this as harshly as I’m about to state, but… You’re an asshole."

"…Regardless, I… Suppose, I’ll listen. Explain the difference or— wh-whatever I got wrong. You still don’t get the night stand, though."

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He stares at willie blankly for a few long moments, before bursting out laughing. "I'm an asshole? ..You know, I think you might be right about that. but you're a bit of an asshole as well." He shakes his head, frowning at willie. "Fine. I'll explain. One night stand is exactly that. A single night stand. However, "A one night stand" is a PHRASE. Not a literal item. It means, Having sex with someone once, and then leaving them. Standing them up. You're with them for one night, before you stand them up. That's another expression, meaning 'leaving them'. ..Do you understand now?"

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You’re going to regret this…

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He’s tense, clearly rather anxious, expecting a firm rejection, and possible expulsion from the zone she calls home. His anxiety only grows when she continues to remain silent, and spikes as she moves closer. He’s about to protest, insist that she doesn’t have to do this, when he feels gentle hands guiding him. His words die in his throat, as he stares up at her in shock. She agreed? he couldn’t believe it. His own queen barely wanted to look at him, let alone touch him.  Her hand strokes through his hair, and it’s like a switch has flipped. His eyes droop closed, as all the tension bleeds out of him. He slumps down, smiling ever so slightly, sighing softly.

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His reaction was immediate, almost to the point of hilarity. She wonders briefly about her alternate with more than a little jealousy. Why couldn’t her own Batter have stayed like him? Her hand dares to trace his jaw line. He looks so content… Has the coldness of death somehow preserved the warmth of his spirit? You’re being a child. Life does not work on a fair or not fair basis. 

She sighs, trying to clear her mind. She’d gotten herself into this, she might as well enjoy it. She forces her eyes shut and lets herself believe in the lie. It’s not long until she finds herself humming an old tune, almost a lullaby.

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With his eyes closed, and the pain slowly but surely melting from his chest into something more tolerable, it wasn't long until he was fighting off sleep. He didn't want to come off as rude by dozing off in her lap, but between the gentle touches, and the soft humming, he's sound asleep in her lap within minutes. 

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am i fired yet

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  The Queen stares at him incredulously as she tries to stop the flush that’s invading her cheeks. It was such an odd request. Intimate. But surprisingly, not unwelcome. That fact alone sends a jolt of conflicted emotions through her. Her mind races with all the possible outcomes of this request. STOP. You’ll only get hurt. He’s not yours to care for! Her logic screams at her, This will only end in pain. 

She scoots toward him wordlessly. Just once. She’d only allow it this once. The foolish Queen gently guides his head to her lap. This is wrong. you’re a shameful wife. Her thoughts echo in her mind, but they are easily pushed aside as she runs delicate fingers through his soft hair. 

You’re going to regret this…

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He's tense, clearly rather anxious, expecting a firm rejection, and possible expulsion from the zone she calls home. His anxiety only grows when she continues to remain silent, and spikes as she moves closer. He's about to protest, insist that she doesn't have to do this, when he feels gentle hands guiding him. His words die in his throat, as he stares up at her in shock. She agreed? he couldn't believe it. His own queen barely wanted to look at him, let alone touch him.  Her hand strokes through his hair, and it's like a switch has flipped. His eyes droop closed, as all the tension bleeds out of him. He slumps down, smiling ever so slightly, sighing softly.

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He takes a few small sips, not quite trusting his stomach just yet. If his heart still beat, he’s sure he’d be blushing at this point. He clears his throat and instantly regrets it, nearly gagging at the metallic taste it leaves in his mouth. He’s quick to take another sip before speaking. 

"…There is ah. One thing. But I’m afraid it may be a bit too personal to request." He mumbles, keeping his eyes glued to the cup. The pain in his chest has settled to the usual dull, persistent ache, and he’s left more tired than anything. 

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"What… what is it?" She asks, leaning forward slightly, cautiously. "I will decide whether or not it can be done." She states matter-of-factly. It’s obvious he’s in pain. She wonders how intense it truly is for him to show it outwardly. If he was anything like her husband it’d have to be excruciating for him. 

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He glances down at the floor, eyes trailing up slowly to star at the ceiling, before finding sudden interest in the cup in his hands. Anything to not look at the human before him. He clears his throat, adjust his grip, and speaks nervously. "I ah... Rather like it when.. Mmh. People.. play with my hair." He rushes out the last sentence, clearly rather shy. "...It.. helps me relax." 

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I was suppose to make a serious thing for sad friendo but instead I

there can only be o n e

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He’d pull away, if he had the strength. Instead he simply gets to feel absolutely humiliated as she has to help him into bed. His hands clench the towel, fingers digging into the fabric, anything to distract himself from the burning pain. eventually it settles, if only slightly, as he’s able to get his breathing under control, taking shallow breaths until he felt he could breathe deeply without setting off another fit. His eyes dart to her face once more, seeing the anxiety and borderline fear that played across her features. 

He frowned slightly, speaking thickly, forcing words past his raw throat. “..Once again, I’m sorry for bleeding all over something of yours.” He jokes, hoping to ease her troubled mind slightly. This wasn’t new to him, though it’s been quite some time since he’d had two such severe attacks so close together.

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"Shh," She hushes him and hands him the cup. "The state of my towels is the last thing on my mind, you stubborn man." She shakes her head, not finding the humor in his pain. "Drink up." She urges, hoping it might sooth the pain. Shaking her head defeatedly she continues "It’s a wonder you made it this far. Is there anything else that helps that I can get you?"

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He takes a few small sips, not quite trusting his stomach just yet. If his heart still beat, he's sure he'd be blushing at this point. He clears his throat and instantly regrets it, nearly gagging at the metallic taste it leaves in his mouth. He's quick to take another sip before speaking.  "...There is ah. One thing. But I'm afraid it may be a bit too personal to request." He mumbles, keeping his eyes glued to the cup. The pain in his chest has settled to the usual dull, persistent ache, and he's left more tired than anything.