Call Me Crazy

Tybalt Schizo. 22. Mortician. As a child, they spent years to convince me the monsters were in my head; now they're brought to me regularly on a sterile, porcelain bed. M!A: none [[Faceclaim: Evan Peters. Indie RP blog for a young undertaker in the...

[singersonlydaughter]

“Why didn’t you call me? I can help in those types of situations, hell I’m trained, I’ve been trained all my life to do shit like that. You didn’t have to go at it alone, you know? For gods sake I’ve handled angels milliseconds from leveling towns, I think I could handle something that is good at tracking–        I went through all this trouble because I can’t let anymore people in this life die. It’s on me to keep my hunters, my associates, alive. It’s all I have, and I will do everything to keep it running smoothly.”

The pacing had already beginning, a hand running through her hair. It was all indications of the anxiety and anger she was feeling. She may’ve been good at hiding things from others, but when push came to shove, her armor cracked in waves.

At his revelation in the truth of what had gone down before he had disappeared on her, it caused the huntress to stop in her motions, turning quickly on the balls of her feet to look at the mortician once more. 

He wasn’t lying, she could see that much. Tybalt was easy to read, he always had been. That coolness of death that surrounded him in an aura made it easy to detect when things were amiss with him. He was open, honest, something that was hard to find among the people she normally associated with.  

Even then, Griffon was probably the most neurotic, stressed out and closed in person out of them all. And who could really blame her for thinking everyone and anyone was willing to sell her out when all she had grown up with was watching various men come through and take advantage of her family. Hell, she had even fallen for the trick with a boy, she had even begun to like him–

“And I’m a non-medicated person with severe anxiety.            If you knew where I was coming from, you’d understand why I would be concerned on being sold out. I have a high price over my head, a lot of people want me dead, a lot of people want my soul or something to get to me. I can’t help but be a bit paranoid.

[decayedxdelusional]

“Because I didn’t want to risk anything happening to you.”

There was no hesitation. Nothing else to it.

In a huff, Tybalt shook his head and went back to his task of organizing skeletal remains, where he had left off before Griffon barged in. Why did hunters have to be so stubborn? What point was there always putting your life on the line? Never, for a minute, in all his time away from the girl, did he think that she wouldn’t be able to handle it. But what if? Bad luck and timing never cared how well trained you were. All it took was a little slip of destiny - something her kind experienced on a daily basis. And if Tybalt had the opportunity to increase her life span just by subtracting one problem, then...

“Listen now and listen well, Miss Singer: my life is my own. I too am capable, and in case the though ever crossed your mind, you will never go into something with the intention of dying in my place.”

He had to swallow a dryness in his throat simply from speaking those words. As much as he liked conversing on the many mysteries and aspects of death, never would he be comfortable with discussing the fates of those comfortably. His hand trembled as he held a piece of a femur between thin fingers.

“Just...” The blond sighed again, shoulders forward and head a tad lower. “I’m trying to understand you, but you truthfully do not need to worry about me. I have nothing to gain from you, nor you from me. Other than company.”

But, gods, it was much more easier when it was just him.

[theforgotten-thedamned]

Hel often found herself in parks. The big ones with the beauty and nature to enjoy…but she found her day spoiled by a strange boy watching the children play. Hel appeared from her disguise and cautiously approached the boy. “You okay?” The reaper asked cautiously.

[decayedxdelusional]

☂  Oh, perfect.

All his life, the blond had done his best to stay out of people’s way and not meddle in their business - why couldn’t everyone else just do the same?

Tybalt followed his gaze to her, offering a faint, assuring smile. “Yes, Miss. I’m alright. Thank you.” With his answer bordering on curt, he hoped it would have her moving along. He only wanted to get this over with so he could get back to the morgue; the summer sun was beginning to bother his eyes.

[singersonlydaughter]

Why did everyone talk to her like a child, as if she wasn’t able of comprehending her actions because she was too young. Considering she had just recently turned twenty-one, and the amount of difficult experiences she had lived through, it was far from the truth of calling her a child. 

She stayed in her spot, eyes still fixated on something other than the mortician in front of her, lest he see right past her appearances, and see the muck she hid so well underneath it all. No matter how much he would try to get her to talk, to open up about how she felt or what she was thinking, it wasn’t in her nature to be open. Ever since she was little, all she ever did was close herself off, and cave inward, creating a dark hole in her heart in which no light could escape from.

Her hands loosened slightly, opting instead to fiddle with the edges of her jacket, rather than add more to the marks on her palms. “You have to understand that we come from two very different worlds, okay?     When one of my people goes off the radar, ignores my calls and attempts of contact, it means something has gone seriously wrong. The person could be hostage, or killed, or is planning on turning against the community. When people want out they do it by cutting all ties, and– You scared the shit out of me Tybalt.     Not to mention that the bracelet we stole back that one night, it was gone when you left. I’m not saying it was you, but the signs all pointed in your direction. I thought you sold me out, you used me to gain something for your own benefit. It’s not uncommon for it to happen, given my namesake.”

[decayedxdelusional]

Discarding the ice, he crossed his arms and leaned against the nearest counter, proceeding to listen to her with his full attention. Indeed, while they may have had two very different upbringings, Tybalt had intertwined with her world for quite sometime. Ever since the passing of his stepfather after he’d disappear...

The mortician hadn’t realized, from an outside perspective, he had done the same thing. Though in his case, he turned up alive. Nevertheless, evidently it didn’t spare Griffon anymore worry than it did his mother in the past.

“You’re right,” the blond sighed. “I should have considered. Truthfully, all I had in mind was survival. I presumed that was the way of your world...” He trailed off, his gaze on her almost falling flat before he added, “And just for the record - when I said ‘underestimated’ earlier...it was never you I underestimated. I’ve always known you were capable. What I underestimated was the impact my leaving would have on you. No one’s ever gone to that trouble of locating me before..” Then again, he’d never disappeared like that before.

- And wait, what was that about the bracelet?

As soon as it registered, a brow was quirked at her, a genuine confusion skewing his softened expression. “Griffon, I truthfully have no idea what you’re talking about. The last time I had seen it - even thought about it for that matter - was with you.

Not to mention, on one hand I’m nobody who preserves things that could come and kill me for a small living, while on the other, I’m a medicated schizophrenic - so please think - what could I possibly benefit from selling you out? Who am I supposed to turn to that would believe me?”

[singersonlydaughter]

God, the way he spoke sent a wave of jitters down her spine. It was eery, almost uncanny to the tone Bobby would’ve used on her had she come home from another talk with the principal about her violent behavior. It forced her to press her eyes shut, take a shaky breath in, and dig her nails into her palms just to prevent herself from losing what little grip she had over the militant mask she wore 24/7.

She knew what she had done was absolutely stupid. The huntress never laid her hands on friends, on those she cared for, unless she was at her breaking point, until she was unable to handle the burden of taking on everyone’s burdens. 

So, she stood there, in the middle of the stark room, hands at her sides, head casted downwards in a look of shame. What had she done? Why did she feel the need to hurt and sever every relationship she ever formed with anyone? What had it become so much harder to keep her cool? Why was everything just one big challenge?

Why did everyone leave?

Subtly, the tremble in her hands started. A mixture of anxiety, anger, self-hatred, and grief churned in her stomach, making her features go ghostly white. It was a struggle to find her voice, to string words together, lest her armor give one final crack.

“I didn’t mean–        I’m sorry.”

[decayedxdelusional]

Just what he wanted to hear.

“I know,” Tybalt muttered, at which point he faced her, a gentle smile slowly adorning his features, though half hidden by his ice pack. Just when he was prepared to tell her he didn’t expect an apology, so long as she was aware what she did was immature.

Perhaps Griffon was more responsible than he gave her credit for. She had, after all, always given hunters a good name from the mortician’s perspective.

“I’m willing to try talking it out again when you are,” he told her with his voice steadied - one adult conversing with another. “I’ve said my bit, but I’m afraid I need better understanding from where you’re coming from. There’s obviously a lack of communication, and I’d like to get that cleared. That won’t be solved with violence, I assure you.”

[singersonlydaughter]

decayedxdelusional:

In that second, he almost relaxed. Sure, he knew she couldn’t be over it that quickly, but at least she was backing down.

Or so he thought.

It was the fear of waiting for her to strike that had him so shaken. Or perhaps the bottled up rage finally boiling out of her and suffocating the undertaker. Either way, despite the pain that came with her punch, it made him feel better, in a way. It had been done. His heart stopped racing; the fear had been knocked out of him - as was his softness.

Tybalt shut his eyes tight before blinking several times to give his vision clarity while he rubbed his jaw. When finally he turned his head back to her, a hint of bitterness had replaced the panic in his gaze.

“Do you feel better?“

There was something about his composure that made the rage actually calm for real. He had that eery effect that death had over her. The kind where a chill ran over her skin, the relaxation that could only be felt when one’s heart stopped beating.

Maybe that’s why she had become so fond of him.

A moment of silence lingered in the air, letting his words reverberate in her head. Do you feel better? Slightly, but it left more of a lingering bitterness in her mouth.

“Kinda.”

[decayedxdelusional]

For all the time she was silent, Tybalt didn't move a muscle, hoping that would get his unspoken message across. She could hit him a hundred times, and never would he argue or fight back. Actions spoke louder than words, certainly, but often silence could be deafening.

"Good" - was his only response before effortlessly skirting around her, keeping his cool as if the altercation hadn't taken place. The undertaker then went straight for a mini fridge in the corner where he retrieved a bag of ice, holding it to his cheek and standing with his back to her.

She had a right to be upset with him for his unexplained absence - yes - but what the huntress threw it him, in his mind, was crossing the line. What had he said that was so wrong?

A little while later, Tybalt found his voice once more, "I hope you realize how absolutely foolish and unnecessary that was." His tone was stern - practically chastising. Like a parent talking down to a child. Like he might follow it up with 'go to your room and think about what you've done'.

[singersonlydaughter]

A harsh scoff left her lips, those dark eyes of hers rolling away from him, a clear sign that her patience and tolerance of people was reaching it’s limit. She was even more unstable due to the little comment he made about her ability to handle herself.

Oh he had done something horribly wrong. The huntress stepped back slightly, removing her hands from holding him hostage, her features soften, and it appeared that she was calm, collected, and ready to be civil.

In a split second that facade was shattered. Her hands curled into fists, and swung across his face, making sure to hit him square on the jaw. No one ever called her a strong woman but was underestimated. Those words started an insatiable fire.

“Don’t you ever say that again.”

[decayedxdelusional]

In that second, he almost relaxed. Sure, he knew she couldn’t be over it that quickly, but at least she was backing down.

Or so he thought.

It was the fear of waiting for her to strike that had him so shaken. Or perhaps the bottled up rage finally boiling out of her and suffocating the undertaker. Either way, despite the pain that came with her punch, it made him feel better, in a way. It had been done. His heart stopped racing; the fear had been knocked out of him - as was his softness.

Tybalt shut his eyes tight before blinking several times to give his vision clarity while he rubbed his jaw. When finally he turned his head back to her, a hint of bitterness had replaced the panic in his gaze.

“Do you feel better?“

[childsdemanding]

She halted before him. Fragile hands folded over her lap. Claudia appeared to be a child, but she held herself with a certain womanly grace. Her brow gently knit together and her ocean hues settled upon him.

“I am Claudia, yes.” She kept her chin up and tilted her head to the side, calculating over every detail he held. “And you are…?”

[decayedxdelusional]

☂ “Schizo. Tybalt Schizo.”

The blond paused briefly, continuing to study her before fidgeting and digging around through his pockets.“Quite. Well...Look, I am not here to get involved, and I have not notified any hunters yet, but I merely felt it was my duty to pass this along...”

Finally, he pulled out an envelope, though before handing it to her, inquired, “What do you remember of your previous family?”

[childsdemanding]

Claudia was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She didn’t belong there. She belonged somewhere in a bar or a house with four kids and a picket fence and a husband. But that wasn’t the case. She was entrapped in the body of a child. Claudia was adorned with pearl fangs and pale skin and a hunger that was never quenched.

But there she stayed, playing among the children. She was scoping out the adults. She was choosing which one would ‘disappear’ the next night. Claudia turned around and spotted one man in particular staring her down. Shoulders dropped and she set the ball she was playing with down on the black tar pavement below before starting over towards him with a hollow gaze.

[decayedxdelusional]

☂ A wave of self-awareness swept over him as suddenly the girl began to walk in his direction, causing him to whirl around and make sure there was no one else behind him. Sure enough, it was only the undertaker.

Clearing his throat, Tybalt slowly rose to his feet, correcting his posture and appearing as presentable as possible by the time she neared. “You are Claudia, correct?” he asked lowly.

[mooneyedandglowing]

I keep waking up & expecting blood on my hands.

Moriah Pearson  (via mooneyedandglowing)

[decayedxdelusional]

☂ From afar, Tybalt watched the playground intently, gaze focusing on one young girl in particular. Admittedly, his people skills were rusty, and he didn’t want to interrupt her play. Though, despite having only innocent intentions in mind for spying on the child, it did not occur to him that anyone else who noticed might find his watching a bit…creepy.

Maya sat next to the male on the bench,”Which one is yours?”She asks, in a clam voice as she looked over to the blonde.“That one out there is mine.”She pointed, irony right at the one he was watching.

[bugardsiblings-deactivated20170]

[decayedxdelusional]

☂ “Oh!” The man paled, following her finger. Of all people. “Well, uhm,” he muttered, “None of them, actually.” At least he was honest. “But I was sent to give something to one of them. Forgive me, that probably sounds weird.”

[decayedxdelusional]

☂ From afar, Tybalt watched the playground intently, gaze focusing on one young girl in particular. Admittedly, his people skills were rusty, and he didn’t want to interrupt her play. Though, despite having only innocent intentions in mind for spying on the child, it did not occur to him that anyone else who noticed might find his watching a bit...creepy.

[decayedxdelusional]

+1 has entered the morgue

[decayedxdelusional]

Tybalt paused, searching his for a moment but coming up empty for any information on ‘Ereth’. “Oh…forgive me but that doesn’t ring a bell.” His brows furrowed as he loosely crossed his arms. “Is that an establishment or a town? If a town, how, not to be intrusive, did you wind up here?”

[ailidhthepurplebutterfly]

“I’m not surprised.” Ailidh sighed and scratched her cheek. “Ereth is.. sort of like a country, actually. Underground.” She pursed her lips before continuing. “As for how I wound up here.. I don’t have an answer. I have no idea how I came here, last I remember I had gone to sleep.”

[decayedxdelusional]

He raised a brow then at the mention of being underground. An entire civilization beneath their feet brought back memories of delusions he’d had as a child. Later, he’d figure out that was the structure of most insect colonies rather than people or humanoids.

“That is rather odd. Not the first case I’ve heard of, but peculiar no less. Is this the first time this has happened to you? Also, I could offer you a computer or GPS if you think they might give you direction..”

[singersonlydaughter]

decayedxdelusional:

One moment, he was absent-mindedly going about his art, finally feeling safe in his secluded environment. When he focused on the tasks presented to him, he could envelope himself in it, pretend everything was normal - forget about the danger he was trying to stay clear of.

But the next moment, that all changed without warning, and Tybalt’s heart nearly erupted. He didn’t even have time to look to the door when suddenly he was knocked into the wall, horrified gaze forced by the intruder.

For a minute, it was all the undertaker could do but stare at her as wildly as a trapped animal before his parasympathetic system kicked in, and he was finally able to recognize his captor’s face.

Still breathing quickly, he managed to blurt out, “Christ, Griffon! I wish you wouldn’t do that. A simple knock would have sufficed.” At last, he allowed himself a sigh of relief to soothe his nerves. Thank God it was only her.

“I..I’m sorry. Okay? I know you must be extremely upset, but please - let me go, and we can talk this through.“ Her grip was beginning to feel like a straightjacket.

Extremely upset wasn’t even going to begin to cover the turmoil the huntress was feeling deep in her chest. Despite the ache of betrayal, loneliness and the worst of them all, abandonment, she managed to keep that ever cool, stone-like appearance, radiating no emotions except anger. 

Griffon had a lot of that emotion to spare, even on something as simple and not worthy of getting blood on her hands as someone disappearing from her life for an chunk of time. But, she couldn’t help the way she lashed out, the predatory side of her coming on full force. These days her feelings kept being bottled up more and more until she exploded in a wave of fury and destruction. Anything and everything was beginning to set her off.

 “Would it, really? I had a feeling that if I knocked you wouldn’t have been so willing to open the door to me being pissed off.” She hissed at him, jaw still clenched tight, reluctantly loosening up her grip on him.

“You better start talking, Tybalt, before I lose my patience.”

[decayedxdelusional]

Tybalt wasn’t any less rattled with her grip being loosened; she still had him cornered, and that made him anxious. He raised shaking hands up a little between them to create a barrier. She wouldn’t really hurt him, right? It was difficult for the mortician to say for sure. Friends didn’t hurt friends, but he couldn’t blame the huntress for wanting to smack some sense into him. Especially given the way he had left her...

“I’m sorry. Honest to God, I am. But I swear to you, it wasn’t planned. As soon as I got home from the dance with you, one of my higher ups was already waiting. Said one of the last creatures I had preserved could secrete these oils onto one’s skin once it died to let others in its pack know where to find its hunter.”

“Griffon, please, I didn’t mean to worry you or abandon you or anything. You know me. I had every intention of returning once the trail had disappeared. I didn’t even bring my phone because I didn’t want to risk being tracked...But I figured you were a strong woman, and me leaving would be a minor inconvenience. Obviously, I underestimated.“

Explaining himself was easy, or so it felt. However, he clearly missed her accusation about theft.

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[singersonlydaughter]

Oh she’s pissed. 

The door is flung open, the familiar smell of sterilization hits her like a train, but the huntress doesn’t fucking care. There were more important things on her mind, ones that wouldn’t even cause a faint spinning to her head to occur.

There was a look of pure anger, or perhaps it was abandonment in her eyes. The way her jaw is clenched tight, and those dark irises of hers are narrowed one could see the intent of murder written out all over her face.

She grabs his shirt collar, balling up the smooth fabric in her tensed hands, shoving him forcefully against the wall of the morgue. Her forearm pressed against his neck, her weight on him, making sure there was no way he was getting away from her again. It had taken her awhile to track down the bastard, a couple of dead bodies here and there of some hunts, a way to lure him back, but she had found him. 

The last time she had laid her hands on him was when he had invited her to dance. It was when she had been dolled up beyond recognition in order to blend in, and he was wearing a nicely pressed suit. They had stolen back a rather priceless artifact of the men of letter’s, and the next morning, it was gone, as was he. 

Zero contact, just an endless string of voicemails, trying to figure out why another person up and left Griffon Singer in the dust with more questions and confusion than ever.

“You struck me as someone who was better than theft and abandonment.          And you thought you could hide so easily from me, huh? I told you once before Tybalt, I’m the Singer Queen, nothing stays hidden from me for long.”

[decayedxdelusional]

One moment, he was absent-mindedly going about his art, finally feeling safe in his secluded environment. When he focused on the tasks presented to him, he could envelope himself in it, pretend everything was normal - forget about the danger he was trying to stay clear of.

But the next moment, that all changed without warning, and Tybalt’s heart nearly erupted. He didn’t even have time to look to the door when suddenly he was knocked into the wall, horrified gaze forced by the intruder.

For a minute, it was all the undertaker could do but stare at her as wildly as a trapped animal before his parasympathetic system kicked in, and he was finally able to recognize his captor’s face.

Still breathing quickly, he managed to blurt out, “Christ, Griffin! I wish you wouldn’t do that. A simple knock would have sufficed.” At last, he allowed himself a sigh of relief to soothe his nerves. Thank God it was only her.

“I..I’m sorry. Okay? I know you must be extremely upset, but please - let me go, and we can talk this through.“ Her grip was beginning to feel like a straightjacket.

[decayedxdelusional]

+1 has entered the morgue

ailidhthepurplebutterfly

☂ “Good day, Miss! How is it that I can help you?”

[ailidhthepurplebutterfly]

“Well… to put it simply I’m rather… lost.”

[decayedxdelusional]

“So you’ve wandered into a funeral home for direction?” He wiped off his working gloves and folded them into his pocket. “Well, then again, people from all over do come through here at some point - so maybe one of your best resources. Now, where do you need to be guided?”

[ailidhthepurplebutterfly]

Ailidh nodded slightly, not quite understanding what a funeral home was. When he asked where she need to be guided she frowned. “Well… Ereth to put it simply. But I doubt you’ve heard of it.”

[decayedxdelusional]

Tybalt paused, searching his for a moment but coming up empty for any information on ‘Ereth’. “Oh...forgive me but that doesn’t ring a bell.” His brows furrowed as he loosely crossed his arms. “Is that an establishment or a town? If a town, how, not to be intrusive, did you wind up here?”

[decayedxdelusional]

+1 has entered the morgue

ailidhthepurplebutterfly

☂ “Good day, Miss! How is it that I can help you?”

[ailidhthepurplebutterfly]

“Well… to put it simply I’m rather… lost.”

[decayedxdelusional]

“So you’ve wandered into a funeral home for direction?” He wiped off his working gloves and folded them into his pocket. “Well, then again, people from all over do come through here at some point - so maybe one of your best resources. Now, where do you need to be guided?”