that's my limb

Sasha Schulte ❉ 32 (97) ❉ Necromancer

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“So fucking what, boo hoo,” Feliks mocked. If this guy was looking for pity or sympathy, he’d have to keep searching for it elsewhere, Feliks thought. “I got mutilated too,” he snapped impatiently, “But you don’t see me being a little baby about it, do you?” He normally wouldn’t breathe a word of his torture in hell, but he was awfully worked up. This man was getting under his skin in a bad way. He watched with morbid interest as the hand fused back to his arm. It was so weird, but he couldn’t seem to look away. He acted completely disgusted and freaked out by him, and, okay, he kind of was. But not on the level he was acting. He was definitely playing it up. Some part of him just wanted to hurt this annoying asshole, make him pay.

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“I mean, I wasn’t the one that shrieked like a little girl when an arm was detached, but sure- let’s go with me being a little baby about this,” he said with obvious sarcasm in his tone. When his hand was done mending Sasha flexed his fingers a bit before he crossed his arms over his chest. If this guy really had been mutilated he couldn’t totally blame him for yelling at his detached limbs. It wasn’t normal in the slightest, and he had grown immune to how it all looked.

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“Sasha, that is interesting.” She nodded as she looked up at him while they walked. “Where are you from?” Paula wondered aloud. She kept an even pace with him as he lead her through the graveyard. She wondered what it would be like to work here, she felt bad, a lot of the tomb stones looked vacant and untouched. She wondered if the spirits were upset about that. “Do you enjoy working here?” She asked simply hoping to break the silence. 

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What a common response he got. What Paula said wasn’t rude, or it could have been but he honestly didn’t care, compared to the other reactions he had heard from revealing his first name but it did make him sigh a little mentally. Americans and their lack of understanding of German names. “It pays the rent,” was all he said in reply to the question. 

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At the question he merely rolled his eyes. “I think you know my answer to that,” He said snootily, jutting a hip out and placing his hand on it. Then, when he saw the man’s detached part literally crawling over to him, his face grew just plain horrified again. “Ugh!” he exclaimed, utterly disgusted at the creeping hand. “Do you just not realize how freaky that is?” He blurted. “I mean throwing your fucking hand at someone is pretty damn creepy.” He added, still hung up on that event. 

He watched the hand every moment, not taking his eyes off of it for a second in case it came hurtling at him again or something. The sight made his stomach slightly queasy. But really, though. Who could blame him? It was like something out of a horror novel. A really mediocre horror novel. He shook his head, still clutching the top of the fence tightly and eyed the graveyard creep, suspicion written all over his features. “I certainly don’t need any help from you,” He scoffed.

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Just hearing the guy talk about his hand and how gross it was made him even more annoyed. He knew that it was completely weird, and he would just pass it off without any offense but everything this guy said just sounded like an insult. “Not for a person that was mutilated,” he snapped back while he pushed his hand against his wrist. If this was anyone else he would’ve hid his arm then so the other wouldn’t have to witness the healing process, but he didn’t do that this time out of spite. “Good, then go look for someone else then and keep your loud ass voice down.”

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She was surprised but the normally very independent girl looked over him and nodded her head. “Yeah that would be nice of you.” She nodded and looked up at him. “I’m Paula,” she introduced herself as she glanced around the grave. “My mother is here, usually I enter from the other side. I visit her after work sometimes.” She explained and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Alma Rosa Sanchez.”  Paula said her moms name, and even the sound of it still stung. 

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Sasha just blinked as he he listened, and when the name was said he thought of the layout. “Sasha, and it’s right over this way,” he said as he began to move, making sure the broom was angled away from the other. It made sense that Paula usually came in from the other side since the tombstone was near that area, and when he got close he slowed down a bit. “Just over there,” he said, nodding towards it with his head. 

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“Not a chance, sweetheart,” Feliks stated in a mocking tone with a swift roll of his eyes. “What, are you a weird bird freak as well as some loser that likes pulling off and waving his limbs around in the middle of the graveyard? Are you being like this because I stared? What the hell did you expect?” Feliks ground out. “Is this how you treat all your customers? Because I don’t think your business will last long if that’s the case. Grieving people don’t need to be yelled at, asshole.” He wasn’t even a customer, but the man didn’t know that. He didn’t need to know it, either. Yet. While he was being a bit of a liar in making it seem as if he was a customer, it was still the truth. This clown didn’t seem to have any people skills whatsoever. Feliks had been friendly, he thought! Which was quite a feat, considering what he had witnessed! Where did he get off attacking him like that?

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Sweetheart? His face scrunched up in mild disgust from the name. There was a flare of irritation again, but he tried even harder to keep it at bay. The man was right. He was being rather nasty right now, but once again- he could honestly care less right now. The last time he had gotten so agitated was when he was a teenager. Maybe the anger within him went into some sort of hibernation or something, but now it had a peek of freedom and for the time being he was fine with that. 

“Do you actually think a decent person would work in a place like this?” He asked with narrowed eyes. That was a definite stab towards his own view of himself, but he ignored that because he wasn’t wrong and he knew it. The only types of people that worked at a graveyard were people who have lost too much, those that were born into the sense of death, or people like him that was technically the miscellaneous of the whole thing. “If you need help then tell me, but if not then fine.” He would have gone over to pick his hand up, but he had the limb come crawling back over so he could merely open the gate a tiny bit to pick it up. 

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Feliks bursts into genuine laughter, pausing to wipe a fake tear from below his eye for emphasis before answering. “Fuck you!” He barked out, growing more heated by the moment. 

“That’s fucking rich coming from you, pelican boy. It’s alright to admit you’re attracted to me,” He said, giving an overly sympathetic pouty look to the man. “Nobody could blame you. Unfortunately for you, I don’t do shit with people that fucking dismember themself.” Okay, maybe that’s a lie, he totally would. Trying new things, right? Being adventurous. But that is so not the point and he wouldn’t admit it if this fucker held a gun to his head, no way. “God, what is your fucking problem?” He snapped impatiently.

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“Fuck me? No, fuck you. Do you hear the shit you’re saying?” Oh, another curse. A part of him was chiding himself for being this unreasonably angry, but the bigger side just threw all cares out the goddamn window. “Pelican? You look like a fucking Southern Yellow-billed Hornbill,” he spat. “Don’t know what that is? Go look it up and get out of here-” There was some unrest after he cut off his sentence, because that ‘business’ part of him was just urging him to be somewhat curious. “Unless you’re here to pay respects or need our services for anything,” Sasha said a bit too quickly to get it out of the way so he could just be angry at this person. 

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She nodded her head at his response. “I’m a little annoyed too. More than a little actually.” She admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. But she didn’t pry into his situation. “I was just a little upset and decided to go for a walk but I actually sometimes come here to see someone.” Paula looked around and scratched the back of her head. Her mother had been buried here luckily. Although she had argued when she was younger to bring her back to Mexico it was nice now. To visit her now and again. “You work here?” 

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He just nodded to that. He wasn’t sure what she was annoyed at, but that wasn’t his business to pry into. “Understandable,” he said with another nod. “I do- you need help finding it?” He doubted that the other needed his help since she had said that she came here at times, but it never hut to offer. 

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Feliks reflexively busted out in a large scream as something hit him straight in the chest. Well, that was a bit embarassing, he decided, blushing slightly. He wasn’t one that scared easily, but come on, give the guy a break. He’d just seen someone waving around his own arm, so it was understandable if he was just a little jumpy, alright? “What the-” He began to snap, turning wide eyes to the object, words evolving into another, louder, high- pitched scream as he realized it was a fucking hand. 

“You bitch!” He cried out, stepping close enough to grip the top of the wall surrounding the cemetary. “I realize I’m irresistably sexy here, and you probably couldn’t help yourself because I’m so hot and alluring, but that is not the proper way to feel someone up! Shit!” He glanced down at his shirt, horrified. “You could have just asked if you wanted to grope my chest!” Feliks blabbered out, still in a state of shock and terror. He considered just taking off the now- tainted shirt then and there and lighting it on fire on the pavement. 

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Hearing someone yell usually wore him out more, but right now it felt a little satisfying. He was ready to fire something back word wise, but when the man screamed even more shrill he almost- almost smiled, but his lips stayed in a frown. “Oh, I’m the bitch? I’m pretty fucking big to be one,” he argued back, knowing that at this point he didn’t care if he made sense or not. As his hand fell down to the ground due to gravity he flicked the other off. 

Behaving in such a way like this was not normal for him at all, but he could care less right now. He nearly yelled when he heard just how much of an ego  this guy had. “You? Irresistably sexy, hot, and alluring? You look like some fucking squat faced, bird nosed narcissist, and you think you’re the hottest shit out here? Give me a fucking break-” Oh. Oh, he just cursed and when his mind snapped to that he calmed down a bit. By that it just meant that he didn’t shout anymore, but the tensed pose he had was still very much there. 

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What an odd one. She thought as she watched in awe. She saw him continue to fumble a bit. She felt rather lost. She place her arms across her chest as she looked from him to the gate. “I suppose you are.” She nodded thoughtfully. She wondered whether or not she should come in. She considered it for a moment before nodded. “Porque no?” She thought as she stepped inside. “I’m Paula,” she introduced herself to the stranger before looking around. “You seem…upset?”

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He didn’t give a verbal response to her decision, but he did open the gate for her. “Sasha, and no- I’m not upset. Just.. Annoyed,” he said, not wanting to explain what that whole get up was about because deep down he felt embarrassed about someone else seeing that. “You just here to pay some respects, or do you need something?”

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Feliks brain seemed to be playing two words on repeat- ‘holy’ and ‘fuck’. Just… it was enough that this guy could pull his arms off. But waving them around, bickering with himself like he was out of some sort of… slapstick comedy, that was too much. It was just too much. And of course he was messing around in a cemetary. Where else would something like this take place? 

He watched, completely unable to look away or even blink as the man put a hand on his hip. He surveyed the graves, pushed his hair back with the hand that was being held in his hand. He stuck his arm up next to his shoulder and it… seemed to just melt into place? As if nothing had ever happened. Then, the guy- whatever he was- spotted him, because of course he did. That was just Feliks’ luck these days, being spotted by… whoever and whatever this was. If he hadn’t already been frozen in place, he would have totally frozen in place then.

“Houdini? …That sure is a handy excuse, huh?” Feliks blurted, somehow joking about the situation despite how dazed it had him feeling. Apparently, there would never be a time in which he had complete and total control of the words that came out of his mouth. Good to know.

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He was not an expression based person. In fact, Sasha rarely expressed any emotion other than the look of pure fatigue usually because that’s what he usually felt like most of the time. There were dark circles and bags under his eyes, his tall frame was oddly built with more muscle than suspected when he had less clothing on, and he usually replied in the most bland manner possible. But now? He had just finished complaining to himself about being accused of stealing from someone’s home, or even this cemetery and now this?

There wasn’t a moment of thought before he just straight up detached his left hand and chucked it at the person. He had good enough aim so that it would smack into the man if the other didn’t have better reflexes than him, but he was just so done with this day. First some terrible news and now some terrible puns? “There’s nothing handy about this except for my hand being thrown at you,” he gritted out with a loud huff.

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Paula walked down the street nervously. She had just been stamped as a criminal! She had been raised her entire life to stay out of trouble, don’t do anything stupid, at first it was because she was illegal in this country and then it was because being who she was was dangerous. She would never break into someone’s home, their private place, a place where they should feel most at ease. 

To say she was livid was an understatement. She had sat at her desk all night trying to distract herself sketching a new pattern. But it wouldn’t come together, nothing was coming together. Finally she left her apartment. She would have brought the dog with her…if she were not so angry right now. She wasn’t sure where she was walking too. All she knew was she needed to walk somewhere. 

That was when she stopped seeing a man looking the same amount of frustrated as she was. She noted where he was standing as well. Why was he standing here? A million different curious things ran through her mind, finally distracting her from the idea that she was a vandal. She wondered if he was mourning someone, was he scared? 

“Are you gonna go in?” She finally spoke. 

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Eventually he started to quiet down and let the annoyance settle in. Technically he could be on break right now, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go out right now. So for the time being he just reattached his arm and bent over to pick up the broom that had fallen down to the ground. Just as he picked it up he nearly dropped it again when someone spoke up. Sasha straightened up and furrowed his brows again. “I.. Am in,” he said slowly, questioning the girl with his eyes as he looked from her down to the gate that stood between them. “Do you want to come in?”

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feliksnikon:

Look, the truth is, since moving to Salutem Feliks has been exposed to many, many things. Things he’d never thought possible, things he hadn’t even considered before. But this- this brought things to a whole new level. He had been idly walking by, had given a side glance to the person in the cemetary, not paying him much attention. Then, he paused. He looked back at the man, did a little double take. Or rather, Feliks looked back at his arm. 

Now, Feliks looking at arms isn’t an unusual occurance. He looks at arms all the time. Hell, he almost prefers arms to asses- strong muscular arms, pinning him- alright, he’s getting distracted. Way off topic. Way off topic. Focus, Feliks. Anyways, the point is, for once he isn’t looking at a dudes arm to admire it. No, this time the expression spreading across his face is something akin to shock, or maybe horror. He hasn’t decided which one is winning out yet. He may never be able to decide that. 

The guy is just- he’s just swinging his own arm around. Not to mention.. arguing with himself? 

The demons jaw drops, lips forming a perfect circle, his eyes growing nearly just as wide. He stands there, frozen and soundless, not even seeming to breathe as his brain struggles to comprehend what he’s seeing.

A hard breath was pushed out through his nose as he placed his arm against his hip. Well, the back of his right wrist more like since the other arm was still in his grasp and not attached to his body. Picking off his limbs was past the norm for him, but he was usually good with keeping that in the privacy of his home or some secluded place. Not this time though.

Sasha kept looking around at the greenery that surrounded the graves he had just cleaned for a bit longer before he calmed down enough to stop his bickering. He used his left hand, that was still being held by his right hand, to push back his hair. Then with a longer sigh he moved again and casually reached over to stick the missing limb against the shoulder. As his body healed the arm back on he turned to the side to go over to his broom, but out of the corner of his eye he saw someone. 

Banana on two sticks- Sasha stopped in his tracks and looked over completely to see that he wasn’t imagining it. There really was a person there that was clearly gaping at him. “Would you believe me if I said that I was actually Harry Houdini?” He asked, clearly not convinced of his own question because the guy would have to be a fool and extremely gullible to fall for that.

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Larceny. Larceny. Larceny? Larceny. No matter how many different ways he said it, he still couldn’t understand this. Just overnight the whole sanctuary fell down into this huge confused bundle of.. Nonsense (in his opinion) and he had just gotten off of parole. His record was nearly spotless, because let’s be honest here- Sasha wasn’t the type of guy to go seek trouble. He was a law abiding citizen that kept to himself, but in a non-dangerous way. But when he had gotten his mail this morning he almost swore. 

On the top of the envelope he always got everyday (since he was able to receive mail that was) that was just covered in stickers and terrible writing that was clearly addressed to him, there was a plain envelope with former writing. The second he read it a sigh was already in the process of being drawn out. Here he was, a man that has been in Salutem for a little over a month and just got off of parole two days ago, staring at a statement that declared he was accused of larceny. He didn’t get bothered or angered that easy, but this offended him. It was a part of his own code of conduct that he never stole from anyone’s home or place of living. Yet there was a letter from the council that stated otherwise. 

Larceny. Complete, utter horse sludge. Despite the rude start to his morning, Sasha still went to work but instead of just staying quiet while he cleaned there was a bit more noise in his motions. He swept a bit faster than usual and cleaned with a rag a bit harder as well while he stared blankly at whatever was in front of him. His brows were furrowed deeply, and after about half an hour of just staying silent, he couldn’t take it anymore. It bugged him immensely that he, out of all people, was accused of something like that. It was like a slap to his face, his mother’s and father’s face, and even his ancestors. 

Soon enough he started to mutter under his breath and even began to mock the word. Larceny. Oh, of course he would be charged with that. Exaggerated lines formed around the corner of his lips as he quietly bickered to himself, and he popped his arm off and moved it around as he made fun of the damn letter. The cleaning was put on pause as he lived out the small amount of anger he felt at the thought of being put on parole again, but he wasn’t aware of how much of an idiot he must have seemed to the other person that could see him standing right beside the inside of the gates to Boulder Grove Cemetery.