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"Before there was light, before there was God and the archangels, there wasn't nothing. There was the Darkness, a horribly destructive, amoral forceâ
[Can we talk about how basically an Old One looks like Haz enough that I can probably edit out the boobs/makeup and make it kinda work?? Omg even the way she TALKS is right]
[Fuck this was suppose to be on the MLH blog, hes not an Old One here...dont wanna fix...effort..]
Hazel I need you in the bedroom. Bring the duct tape and extra towels.
is...is it a sex thing? it is important in determining which duct tape i bring
i do not think he minds Vent Sleepovers. bu i am almost there, i thought i saw a mouse and got sidetracked.
ââââââ
Hazel tumbled out of the vent a few minutes later. As it had turned out, the mouse, which during his side mission had been named Thomas, had turned out to be a dust bunny being pushed along by the wind.
He fell out head first in his back, and awkwardly rolled himself out, replacing the grill.
âI brought jerky, in my pocket. It was easier than pushing a plate. It it always hard to bring River dinnerâŚhow are you?â
//Symptom was sure he could hear the other coming through the vent and it wasnât until Hazel fell through the top that it was definitely confirmed. He watched as the other got up and fixed up the vent, a slight smirk rose on to the Side of his face before quickly disappearing before the other saw.//
Iâm well, as well can be, thank you. Do you live up there as well?
i fall asleep there sometimes, but i have a room. it is on the top floor with the weapon rooms and such
//Hazel dusted himself off before sitting down on the bed, taking a moment to try and get his back which just ended in turning in an awkward circle//
has anyone brought you your old record player yet?
//symptom reached out with his hand and paused for a moment not wanting to startle Hazel.//
If youâd like, Iâll get it.
// he waited another moment before reaching out again and dusting the small area of back that still had a decent amount of dust. //
No, thatâs alright though, I donât really like music so maybe itâs for the best.
everyone who does not like music just has not found what they like. as i remember, you enjoyed old punk. i myself like old Motown records like The Platters, that is what is always playing over the loudspeakers.
//For a moment he got up, and found an old closet, very happy to see they had put the player and records Symptom once owned away for safe keeping. They, like him, had hoped he would be back. He decided to let him discover it on his own, when curiosity got the better of him//
now, what is it that would upset Chachy? many things seem too
I can imagine a few things have changed since then. If there is anyone else in this house that might find better use of it is suggest letting them have it.
// he sighed, he didnât know how to go about asking the other but he figured it beat talking to weapon about it. //
My wandering ears may have heard you speaking to exterminator Raph on occasion. You never sound disgruntled with him and if thatâs the case, why does weapon hate him?⌠Iâm curious because on one occasion you talked about having him stop by. I wanted to know if he ever responded to you about that.
because he was the one that took you away. he lead the raid that killed many here, Chachy was the one that patched their wounds and buried the deadâŚthey were not Killing Joys, you have seen the people here. we take in people the City is going to destroy, that have been deemed defective. not fighters, most do not even go into the Zones.
âŚmany of them were confused, wandered scared into the gunfire. you protected them until your last, there are people here alive because of what you have givenâŚi know that does not make the bad things you went through there go away, i hope though you know you did it to save so many.
//Hazel paused for a bit. He had learned to deal with what had happened, to move past it. but the memories still hurt, his failures. He moved back his hair to show the unpleasant scar on the side of his face//
he blew a car up in my face. i went away for a while, i failed many people i promised to keep safe. i went to a bad place in my headâŚ
Chachy was left to take care of them, to console and bury. Our Dear Friend took you away, i broke and ran, friends died.//Hazel shrugged lightly// he cannot move past hating him for it all.
//Symptom was silent for the whole story, had it been Weapon he might not have given him the patience to stay and listen. He had heard this story before but every ounce of him didnât want to believe it, even if they did match up. Symptom sighed scratching at his head a bit before looking back at the other.// I didnât save anyone⌠The other me, didnât. If he did he wouldnât have ended up in the cityâŚ. As far as not making the bad things go away, thatâs not really something I would place on anyone out here. // He kept his eyes on Hazel, watching his reactions closely. You wouldnât be able to tell that he could be a highly developed ruthless killing machine but here he sat on the edge of Symptomâs bed, playing around with his own mousy strands of his own hair.// I need to see his Hazel. I donât need him to confirm what you told me, he wouldnât anyway. For my personal being, Iâd like to see him. Iâd figure Iâd ask you before attempting to walk out of here only to get gunned down by whomever does the shooting.Â
saving is not about winning the fight, it is that one does fight. a shield might break, but only after taking enough blows to shatter steel, and what matters is the blows it protected from until then.
//Hazel smiled condingly. His smiles could always be comforting and sad at the same time, here those were needed a lot//
and there are no orders to shoot you. i could not order them to do things they do not want, and i would never ask it. you may not remember you, but they do. you are their broken shield, their steel that took every blow it could for them.
ChachyâŚhe loves you very much, but this is all very new to him, and loss is very old. he did not do thisâŚcorrectly. you came before because it was your choice. i watched you first chose to go back. every part of me wanted to pull you back, but choices matter. you know what is waiting there, what will happen just on the off chance you might have developed doubts here. but you know that, and i cannot take that choice away because i do not agree.
âWait a moment⌠You let me go back the first time even though you knew it would hurt you and Weapon. Why didnât you just stop me? I get that you will bring in the choices interjection but if you knew what it might do mentally to him why even risk it?â
//symptom got up and headed to the closet where the record player was staring right back at him. He only looked at it for a moment before closing the door and returning to the bed.//
Iâm sorry Hazel, Iâm sorry I can back and not the friend you were hoping for. However that can not change why I came here. I want to leave but I canât and we both know why. I can imagine the other me liked you a lot if he was willing to die for you and your own. Donât think for a moment your kindness will go unnoticed, for you itâs working in your favorite.
actually, he barley knew you, you had just about nearly killed him. you thought i had come for revenge, instead i told you that you would always have a home here, and i still mean that.
//Hazel just watched him and smiled, his head shaking just a bit in humor//
you are more like you were than you think. this is how you were when we met, when you first came here. you two are going over your same arguments you have already had. you would not have fought for them when you first came here, you did not know them. Chachy would not have either, now he inspires them.
when he first met me, he tried to kill me. and it was not the last time he tried either. when he finally got here he spat and hissed at everyone but me. when i came here i was not me, either. i could fantasy from the floor i stood on.
we are a sum of our experiences, nobody is one thing from the start. nobody is born a hero or a villain.
i do not think he minds Vent Sleepovers. bu i am almost there, i thought i saw a mouse and got sidetracked.
ââââââ
Hazel tumbled out of the vent a few minutes later. As it had turned out, the mouse, which during his side mission had been named Thomas, had turned out to be a dust bunny being pushed along by the wind.
He fell out head first in his back, and awkwardly rolled himself out, replacing the grill.
âI brought jerky, in my pocket. It was easier than pushing a plate. It it always hard to bring River dinnerâŚhow are you?â
//Symptom was sure he could hear the other coming through the vent and it wasnât until Hazel fell through the top that it was definitely confirmed. He watched as the other got up and fixed up the vent, a slight smirk rose on to the Side of his face before quickly disappearing before the other saw.//
Iâm well, as well can be, thank you. Do you live up there as well?
i fall asleep there sometimes, but i have a room. it is on the top floor with the weapon rooms and such
//Hazel dusted himself off before sitting down on the bed, taking a moment to try and get his back which just ended in turning in an awkward circle//
has anyone brought you your old record player yet?
//symptom reached out with his hand and paused for a moment not wanting to startle Hazel.//
If youâd like, Iâll get it.
// he waited another moment before reaching out again and dusting the small area of back that still had a decent amount of dust. //
No, thatâs alright though, I donât really like music so maybe itâs for the best.
everyone who does not like music just has not found what they like. as i remember, you enjoyed old punk. i myself like old Motown records like The Platters, that is what is always playing over the loudspeakers.
//For a moment he got up, and found an old closet, very happy to see they had put the player and records Symptom once owned away for safe keeping. They, like him, had hoped he would be back. He decided to let him discover it on his own, when curiosity got the better of him//
now, what is it that would upset Chachy? many things seem too
I can imagine a few things have changed since then. If there is anyone else in this house that might find better use of it is suggest letting them have it.
// he sighed, he didnât know how to go about asking the other but he figured it beat talking to weapon about it. //
My wandering ears may have heard you speaking to exterminator Raph on occasion. You never sound disgruntled with him and if thatâs the case, why does weapon hate him?⌠Iâm curious because on one occasion you talked about having him stop by. I wanted to know if he ever responded to you about that.
because he was the one that took you away. he lead the raid that killed many here, Chachy was the one that patched their wounds and buried the deadâŚthey were not Killing Joys, you have seen the people here. we take in people the City is going to destroy, that have been deemed defective. not fighters, most do not even go into the Zones.
âŚmany of them were confused, wandered scared into the gunfire. you protected them until your last, there are people here alive because of what you have givenâŚi know that does not make the bad things you went through there go away, i hope though you know you did it to save so many.
//Hazel paused for a bit. He had learned to deal with what had happened, to move past it. but the memories still hurt, his failures. He moved back his hair to show the unpleasant scar on the side of his face//
he blew a car up in my face. i went away for a while, i failed many people i promised to keep safe. i went to a bad place in my headâŚ
Chachy was left to take care of them, to console and bury. Our Dear Friend took you away, i broke and ran, friends died.//Hazel shrugged lightly// he cannot move past hating him for it all.
//Symptom was silent for the whole story, had it been Weapon he might not have given him the patience to stay and listen. He had heard this story before but every ounce of him didnât want to believe it, even if they did match up. Symptom sighed scratching at his head a bit before looking back at the other.// I didnât save anyone⌠The other me, didnât. If he did he wouldnât have ended up in the cityâŚ. As far as not making the bad things go away, thatâs not really something I would place on anyone out here. // He kept his eyes on Hazel, watching his reactions closely. You wouldnât be able to tell that he could be a highly developed ruthless killing machine but here he sat on the edge of Symptomâs bed, playing around with his own mousy strands of his own hair.// I need to see his Hazel. I donât need him to confirm what you told me, he wouldnât anyway. For my personal being, Iâd like to see him. Iâd figure Iâd ask you before attempting to walk out of here only to get gunned down by whomever does the shooting.Â
saving is not about winning the fight, it is that one does fight. a shield might break, but only after taking enough blows to shatter steel, and what matters is the blows it protected from until then.
//Hazel smiled condingly. His smiles could always be comforting and sad at the same time, here those were needed a lot//
and there are no orders to shoot you. i could not order them to do things they do not want, and i would never ask it. you may not remember you, but they do. you are their broken shield, their steel that took every blow it could for them.
Chachy...he loves you very much, but this is all very new to him, and loss is very old. he did not do this...correctly. you came before because it was your choice. i watched you first chose to go back. every part of me wanted to pull you back, but choices matter. you know what is waiting there, what will happen just on the off chance you might have developed doubts here. but you know that, and i cannot take that choice away because i do not agree.
I see. That is unfortunate. Surnames are a great indicator of a person and where they come from.
i thought so, but as it turns out i appear to be Russian if names are indicators, and i am almost certain i am not. i have no affinity for either bears or vodka.
i believe i am German. i make my own sauerkraut here, and sausage is very important to me. i also speak it, one of your Doctors taught me. the culinary arts and surgery as well. you see? it is all very German.
I was referring to social standing and genealogy, but I suppose imagined nationality is just as important.Â
It seems you know a few very important skills.Â
i would very much love to be a real surgeon. i even have the whole set of Greys Anatomy books i quite love them.
or a chef. i am sure you heard about the lady, that very important one, her brains got eaten in her home in the city. i did have my reasons, do not worry they were not as boring as the usual ones of âthe city is meanâ.
but i made a sauce with Charante butter browned into beurre-noisette, shallots, minced caper berries, black truffle and just a squeeze of lemon.
it was wonderful to cook with real ingredients. and quite a wonderful challenge as well. in classic cuisine, brains are soaked and then pressed and chilled overnight to firm them. in dealing with the item absolutely fresh, the challenge is to prevent the material from disintegration into a handful of lumpy gelatin.
Hm.Â
Iâve never been a fan of gelatin.Â
gelatin frightens me. either it reminds me of breasts or they remind of of gelatin. either way im quite terrified of Jell-o.
i do not think he minds Vent Sleepovers. bu i am almost there, i thought i saw a mouse and got sidetracked.
ââââââ
Hazel tumbled out of the vent a few minutes later. As it had turned out, the mouse, which during his side mission had been named Thomas, had turned out to be a dust bunny being pushed along by the wind.
He fell out head first in his back, and awkwardly rolled himself out, replacing the grill.
âI brought jerky, in my pocket. It was easier than pushing a plate. It it always hard to bring River dinnerâŚhow are you?â
//Symptom was sure he could hear the other coming through the vent and it wasnât until Hazel fell through the top that it was definitely confirmed. He watched as the other got up and fixed up the vent, a slight smirk rose on to the Side of his face before quickly disappearing before the other saw.//
Iâm well, as well can be, thank you. Do you live up there as well?
i fall asleep there sometimes, but i have a room. it is on the top floor with the weapon rooms and such
//Hazel dusted himself off before sitting down on the bed, taking a moment to try and get his back which just ended in turning in an awkward circle//
has anyone brought you your old record player yet?
//symptom reached out with his hand and paused for a moment not wanting to startle Hazel.//
If youâd like, Iâll get it.
// he waited another moment before reaching out again and dusting the small area of back that still had a decent amount of dust. //
No, thatâs alright though, I donât really like music so maybe itâs for the best.
everyone who does not like music just has not found what they like. as i remember, you enjoyed old punk. i myself like old Motown records like The Platters, that is what is always playing over the loudspeakers.
//For a moment he got up, and found an old closet, very happy to see they had put the player and records Symptom once owned away for safe keeping. They, like him, had hoped he would be back. He decided to let him discover it on his own, when curiosity got the better of him//
now, what is it that would upset Chachy? many things seem too
I can imagine a few things have changed since then. If there is anyone else in this house that might find better use of it is suggest letting them have it.
// he sighed, he didnât know how to go about asking the other but he figured it beat talking to weapon about it. //
My wandering ears may have heard you speaking to exterminator Raph on occasion. You never sound disgruntled with him and if thatâs the case, why does weapon hate him?⌠Iâm curious because on one occasion you talked about having him stop by. I wanted to know if he ever responded to you about that.
because he was the one that took you away. he lead the raid that killed many here, Chachy was the one that patched their wounds and buried the dead...they were not Killing Joys, you have seen the people here. we take in people the City is going to destroy, that have been deemed defective. not fighters, most do not even go into the Zones.
...many of them were confused, wandered scared into the gunfire. you protected them until your last, there are people here alive because of what you have given...i know that does not make the bad things you went through there go away, i hope though you know you did it to save so many.
//Hazel paused for a bit. He had learned to deal with what had happened, to move past it. but the memories still hurt, his failures. He moved back his hair to show the unpleasant scar on the side of his face//
he blew a car up in my face. i went away for a while, i failed many people i promised to keep safe. i went to a bad place in my head...
Chachy was left to take care of them, to console and bury. Our Dear Friend took you away, i broke and ran, friends died.//Hazel shrugged lightly// he cannot move past hating him for it all.
i do not think he minds Vent Sleepovers. bu i am almost there, i thought i saw a mouse and got sidetracked.
ââââââ
Hazel tumbled out of the vent a few minutes later. As it had turned out, the mouse, which during his side mission had been named Thomas, had turned out to be a dust bunny being pushed along by the wind.
He fell out head first in his back, and awkwardly rolled himself out, replacing the grill.
âI brought jerky, in my pocket. It was easier than pushing a plate. It it always hard to bring River dinnerâŚhow are you?â
//Symptom was sure he could hear the other coming through the vent and it wasnât until Hazel fell through the top that it was definitely confirmed. He watched as the other got up and fixed up the vent, a slight smirk rose on to the Side of his face before quickly disappearing before the other saw.//
Iâm well, as well can be, thank you. Do you live up there as well?
i fall asleep there sometimes, but i have a room. it is on the top floor with the weapon rooms and such
//Hazel dusted himself off before sitting down on the bed, taking a moment to try and get his back which just ended in turning in an awkward circle//
has anyone brought you your old record player yet?
//symptom reached out with his hand and paused for a moment not wanting to startle Hazel.//
If youâd like, Iâll get it.
// he waited another moment before reaching out again and dusting the small area of back that still had a decent amount of dust. //
No, thatâs alright though, I donât really like music so maybe itâs for the best.
everyone who does not like music just has not found what they like. as i remember, you enjoyed old punk. i myself like old Motown records like The Platters, that is what is always playing over the loudspeakers.
//For a moment he got up, and found an old closet, very happy to see they had put the player and records Symptom once owned away for safe keeping. They, like him, had hoped he would be back. He decided to let him discover it on his own, when curiosity got the better of him//
now, what is it that would upset Chachy? many things seem too
[So its 5am and my new roommate is in bed in the next room, and Goldberg Variations is coming from my room without context. I wonder if shes considering that she made a terrible decision]
Family Dinner II
(Part 1)
The inside of the house was just as cozy and warm as the outside had implicated. Off-white walls made cream with the soft yellow of end-table lamps and crystal fixtures that dangled delicately from the ceiling.
The soft rugs without traffic wear that Hazel had politely taken his shoes off before walking on.
And the kitchen, a crowning glory of stainless steel and clean white surfaces. The greatest tragedy of his young life was realizing it had barley ever been used. The microwave looked as if it had gotten the most use.
But now the smells rose like soft perfumes and spread through the house, swirling around the freshly lit candles on the dining room table and danced along with the music.
He had gone through the music for the correct ambiance, and was delighted to find something from his own collection, though it came from sound bites and lacked the hisses and pops of his record player.
Bachâs Goldberg Variations.
In the kitchen he fired up his burners and began with a goodly knob of Charante butter in his copper fait-tout saucepan, swirling the melting butter and browning the butterfat to make beurre-noisette. When it was the brown of hazenut, he added shallots to his hot browned butter and the instant their perfume rose, he put in minced caper berries. He grated fresh black truffle into his sauce and finished it with a squeeze of lemon juice.
Hazel proudly took this to the dining room and sat it by the guest of honor.
She was tied into her chair, and murmured stupidly, drooling ever so slightly onto the embroidered napkin he had hung from her collar. She had been prepared for the evening earlier while she slept.
She just about knocked over the wine he had poured, he supposed she was acting out movements by instinct. Wine with dinner. He caught the glass and slid it to the side.
âWe always wait for wine, motherâ Hazel explained with kind patience, âit is to add to the pallet, not overwhelm it.â He finished setting the plates out, and tossed a flick of oil into a pan set on a hotplate to make sure it was hot enough.
He only stopped a moment to look at her hair again, at least what strands remained under the line where the flesh had been peeled back to expose the skull. A neat precise line circled the bone.
"In classic cuisine, brains are soaked and then pressed and chilled overnight to firm them.â Hazel continued, lifting the top of the skull like a cap to reveal the organ under it,âIn dealing with the item absolutely fresh, the challenge is to prevent the material from disintegration into a handful of lumpy gelatin." The woman muttered some sound of possibly feigned interest. He was sure that was a hardwired skill as well.
Very carefully, with a scalpel set out on the table like a dinner knife, he procured the meat of the meal, putting it quickly in the pan and browned it. Another piece, browned, and they were put on the plates, sauce drizzled over them.
He had to put the knife and fork into her hands and direct her, all he did gently and thoughtfully, and looked pleasant when it appeared she enjoyed his cooking.
âAnd now the wine.â
There was no malice or hatred in that home that night.
Hazel experienced every moment with placid serenity. Absorbing the feelings, smells, sounds, tastes. Painting a picture with them he would keep forever. Savoring moments as pleasantly as bites of his food. The notes of music intertwined with tinks of silver on china. The smell of the warm home laced with a warmer meal, and the slightest hints of iron in the air like Ghost Notes of a symphony.
The woman, if it could be said she experienced anything at all, enjoyed a very nice meal.
i do not think he minds Vent Sleepovers. bu i am almost there, i thought i saw a mouse and got sidetracked.
ââââââ
Hazel tumbled out of the vent a few minutes later. As it had turned out, the mouse, which during his side mission had been named Thomas, had turned out to be a dust bunny being pushed along by the wind.
He fell out head first in his back, and awkwardly rolled himself out, replacing the grill.
âI brought jerky, in my pocket. It was easier than pushing a plate. It it always hard to bring River dinnerâŚhow are you?â
//Symptom was sure he could hear the other coming through the vent and it wasnât until Hazel fell through the top that it was definitely confirmed. He watched as the other got up and fixed up the vent, a slight smirk rose on to the Side of his face before quickly disappearing before the other saw.//
Iâm well, as well can be, thank you. Do you live up there as well?
i fall asleep there sometimes, but i have a room. it is on the top floor with the weapon rooms and such
//Hazel dusted himself off before sitting down on the bed, taking a moment to try and get his back which just ended in turning in an awkward circle//
has anyone brought you your old record player yet?
I see. That is unfortunate. Surnames are a great indicator of a person and where they come from.
i thought so, but as it turns out i appear to be Russian if names are indicators, and i am almost certain i am not. i have no affinity for either bears or vodka.
i believe i am German. i make my own sauerkraut here, and sausage is very important to me. i also speak it, one of your Doctors taught me. the culinary arts and surgery as well. you see? it is all very German.
I was referring to social standing and genealogy, but I suppose imagined nationality is just as important.Â
It seems you know a few very important skills.Â
i would very much love to be a real surgeon. i even have the whole set of Greys Anatomy books i quite love them.
or a chef. i am sure you heard about the lady, that very important one, her brains got eaten in her home in the city. i did have my reasons, do not worry they were not as boring as the usual ones of âthe city is meanâ.
but i made a sauce with Charante butter browned into beurre-noisette, shallots, minced caper berries, black truffle and just a squeeze of lemon.
it was wonderful to cook with real ingredients. and quite a wonderful challenge as well. in classic cuisine, brains are soaked and then pressed and chilled overnight to firm them. in dealing with the item absolutely fresh, the challenge is to prevent the material from disintegration into a handful of lumpy gelatin.
i do not think he minds Vent Sleepovers. bu i am almost there, i thought i saw a mouse and got sidetracked.
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Hazel tumbled out of the vent a few minutes later. As it had turned out, the mouse, which during his side mission had been named Thomas, had turned out to be a dust bunny being pushed along by the wind.
He fell out head first in his back, and awkwardly rolled himself out, replacing the grill.
âI brought jerky, in my pocket. It was easier than pushing a plate. It it always hard to bring River dinner...how are you?â
it will only take me a few minutes to crawl up. i believe River is living in the second floor corner vent so i will have to take the long way
IâllâŚ. Well I guess Iâll wait hereâŚ
//pauses// Why is she living in the vents?
not quite sure really, but vent slumber parties are fun.
oh goodness! well just let me know when he is free.
he will be returned unharmed, of course. he has just been difficult lately and i would like to âhang outâ with him, as they say.
Youâre the most polite proposed-kidnapper Iâve ever encountered.
that is nice of you to say! if you would ever like to be kidnapped, you could bring some cooking ingredients and i could make dinner
it will only take me a few minutes to crawl up. i believe River is living in the second floor corner vent so i will have to take the long way