The Man in the Mirror

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rcsedsoul‌:

        Ending him right then && there seemed like such . . a dull conclusion. Barbaric almost–despite his recent actions towards Hazard. For some reason he found this advantageous , he didn’t know why but it made him curious. && if they even dared to try to use IT against him , he could DUST him on the spot. What game are you playing Jack ?

        Fingers continue to gently rub against their chin , he was contemplating something. He knew he had to keep quite a watchful EYE on this skeleton , keep them quiet , walking around freely with such information. He wanted to make sure that what they KNEW was something incredibly dire , to leave an impression that this wasn’t just some fairy-tale’s DARK secret.

        The fingers stopped their motion before two slowly lift their head up to look up at him. && with sudden quick succession Jack’s other arm drew back , FIST clenched && sharp knuckles aimed , he launched them a GOOD ole right hook straight into the socket. Snatching his fist back , shaking his hand to return the feeling to it && got up to stand.

        Whether or not the other was still CONSCIOUS after that one–he didn’t care–he ended it with one last statement , chortling -                           -

        “ See ya ‘round suga’ , ‘ll be watchin’ ya. ” — && he ported.

Why wasn’t Jack leaving? He got what he wanted essentially, of the skeleton keeping quiet of the dark secret he knew. So why was the other still here? Something foreboding was within his non-existent gut that something was going to happen, despite the gentle motion of fingers rubbing against his chin.

Of course, he completely called it.

Hazard hadn’t exactly expected for the other to pull his arm back so quickly and aim his clenched knuckles against his skull, worser yet, against his eye socket. And damn, did it hurt!

The force of impact was enough for the skeleton to go lights out and slump in his spot, not even hearing Jack’s statement or him porting away.

That will definitely leave some bruising and a headache later...

But he got his message across.

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Fleur doesn't falter in his expression. Why would he? Nothing amiss. "rest well, hazard." He mumbles, letting a bit of a sleep spell curl through the healing magic. No harm no foul- hopefully he still remembered how it went back home... even if it no longer works on him the way it used to.

Hazard didn’t need to argue about sleeping this time. Nope, he needed it after that scuffle and dealing with Jack. It still made him wonder, why did his counterpart only do that and not try to dust him?

Either way, his eye lids slipped closed and he made himself comfortable in his spot, more than happy to sleep it off. Yes, sleep is good. Maybe no dreams this time.

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His fingers twitch. Jack. He knows that name, knows that person. But he plays off the twitching of his fingers as nothing more than allowing something of a balm help with soothing the lingering aches. "it'll take a few hours to heal properly. try to not get cold clocked again, would you? and do try to explain better before you get clocked at least. maybe lessen the blow." He smiles softly.

“i tried explainin’. least ‘e let me leave..”

He’s just thankful he got out of that with only a bruise and being scared shitless. Now that he finally explained a little bit on what happened, he looked like he was ready to fall asleep. Maybe some tea and rest would do him some good.

“just…gunna sleep it off..i need to.”

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It's a simple spell, and since he hasn't really done anything with his magic lately, his magic is all too thrilled to finally be put to productive use. Somehow hsi magic feels far calmer than it once did, perhaps even smoother. It's just a regen spell, not an instant heal. Maybe for some lingering lesson or another? Someone has been aboard the Galley a while. "geez," he huffs playfully. "i go to have fun being a pirate, and you get cold clocked. and I'M the one that needs supervision, hmm?~"

It was calming, soothing, even helping to settle his thoughts as well. Now that he was listening, he blinked curiously with an raised brow. He was getting to be a pirate? Since when?

“wasn’t intentional. just couldn’t help the fuckin’ asshole jack sneakin’ up behind me, only fer me to have a dream of one of ‘is memories.”

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The scales tip in the favor of staying. Causing a scene wouldn't help matters any. "would you like me to heal that?" It's an offer given, a choice that is solely up to Hazard. As much as he wants to heal the injury, he won't, not unless given the okay.

He was offering to heal the bruise? It was a nuisance, especially with it being so close to his eye socket. Damn, Jack really must of hated him after all that. But least he was alive.

“..yeah..if ye can.”

He’s just going to take it easy here and spend some quality time with his little brother, even if he was aching and exhausted.

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"you're hurt..." Murmured lightly, as if something precious would break. "... who did this?" A stray spark of... almost colorless lightning? offers a bit of warmth where the little Monstrosity brushes against an injury. Torn between running to fight and staying to heal.

So the kid had noticed the bruising on his skull? Great…

Hazard winced a little bit from the stray touch but, he tried to keep strong for Fleur. After all, he was the big brother here, he didn’t want to falter in the other’s presence.

“…just, an old acquaintance, that found out..well, ‘bout my lil’..gift.”

Was he willing to explain who? Not yet, not unless Fleur asked.

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There’s BLOOD on these hands And no matter how much I scrub It will never go away

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rcsedsoul‌:

        When it came to immediate danger–at least for someone less courageous–evil , eldritch , demonic or rather MONSTROUS , one would not be collected. Jack was ferocious. He wouldn’t tolerate having a simpleton carry a vital SECRET about him–especially through incidental means. Their special ability might as well be the END of him && Jack possibly will make sure of that.

                                       Hazard really should have ran.

        As if he could get any closer , his anger radiated off of him , MAGIC burning at his fingertips as his grip constricted–murdering him started to sound like a GREAT idea—

                          . . && YET . .

        Jack suddenly let go , watching them hit the ground. That malicious aura continued to surround him but his expression said otherwise , it was BLANK , looking down upon the frightened pile of bones.

        “ Try ? More like ya better , oth’rwise           yer gonna be nothin’ but ASHES on           th’ wind. ”

        He now bent down onto his knee , one arm resting on the other thigh && the second hand tenderly pinching their chin , 

        “ DON’T tell anyone. FORGET            about it. ‘Kay ? Can ya do that fer me                honey                          SWEETY                                     sugar ? ”

Somehow he knew that his special gift would be his downfall, like it almost was multiple times before. But to his surprise, despite thinking that Jack was going to tear him limb from limb, he didn’t.

                                               He was released...

Hitting the ground once more, with his back still against the tree, he stared towards the skeleton with sheer confusion riddling his skull. Jack could of dusted him at that very moment, he could of. Why didn’t he?

Hazard froze in place with eye sockets right on the other with him pinching his chin in such a tender fashion. He didn’t dare try to move, not with how close he could of been slaughtered.

                         “...y.yeah...”

                                       “..i...i can do that...”

He wasn’t going to attempt to tell him that he wasn’t his ‘sugar’. He rather keep his bones in tact.

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        A vicious snarl ricocheted up the MONSTER ’s throat , his fists balled up so tightly they could snap , crimson magic visibly crackled wildly from his left socket , an obscure of red light boomed barely a second before he appeared in front of Hazard once again.

        Phalanges SNATCHED them up , claws dig into the fabric as Jack’s deep gnashing was brought closer to their face. In quick succession he slammed Hazard up against the bark of a tree , knuckles compressed HARSHLY onto their ribs.

        Jack’s face was mere centimeters from theirs , his expression shown the DEVIL from within him && he spoke in a hellish tone ,

        “ Then I s’ggest ya Ḍ̷͍͝O̸͖̕N̶̜̎'̴͕̬͋T̶̄ͅ  do it AGAIN           ‘r else I play put-put with yer S̶̻̞͊K̴͓͓̏U̵̪̘͛̅L̴̖̀L̷̂̿͜  ”

             Maybe he should of ran when he had the chance...

Explaining about his gift never came easy as he had only found out about it by sheer accident, having heard it from the Captain’s own mouth once before. But his memory had served that this, had happened numerous times before.

As he only blinked for a mere second to see Jack right in front of him, he hadn’t counted of being grabbed so roughly and soon slammed against the tree behind him, making him yelp and clench his eye sockets tightly closed. Had he really pushed Jack over the edge? The skeleton couldn’t exactly promise anything with that though....

Now he fully regretting actually being concerned for his counterpart.

“i.i..i...i’ll t....t-try not to...!” Was he scared? Hell yeah he was! Would he rather deal with the eldritch horrors, than dealing with Jack?

“p-put me down! please!”

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        The air crackled with his aura once again yet without a menacing drive to it. He was ready to attack but rather as if a morsel driven into a corner , as if his only option were self-defense ignoring his current ground && dominant nature. His attitude has snapped && dusted now having seen the other as a true THREAT.

        A building of courage , not in a stance of curiosity but rather deserving of an explanation. NO  ONE  , not even more than two–that were alive–knew of this secret that has propelled Jack into a state of sudden panic. His shoulders rigid further as he finally spoke ,

        “ H O W ”

        A demand. He will not go without an answer , even riddled with fear his voice was firm && dripped with anger. An anger built from a past he thought he had left behind only to be brought by mere prey.

The one thing that Hazard couldn’t predict or expect from the reaction, was the fact that he looked to be Jack’s next victim. Hazard was in no state to FIGHT, or even defend himself.

The worst of all?

How was he going to explain his gift, to Jack of all people?

In the panicked state the other was in, it was only ensuring that he too was starting to panic to try and have an explanation to all of this. How was he to explain? He couldn’t cut any corners with this, otherwise..he’d be dust.

“i..i can explain!” He insisted, keeping his distance from the distressed skeleton. No use trying to go near him when he was about to jump him.

“i....it’s hard to explain but, i have this sorta quirk, of havin’ dreams..that some how end up bein’ the memories of others! i-i dunno why its a thin’ i have but, its completely by accident! w-whatever it was, ‘m sorry. i can’t help it!”

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        He stops. Letting them drop once again to the cold ground.

        A sudden flash of crimson blinded the area around Hazard. Jack wasn’tin front of him as if he was never there. Upon search Jack was positioned several meters away from the other skeleton.

        His past expression had vanished completely. It was as if his attitude was entirely different , the mood had silenced && Jack was–sweltering. Both his hands were shaking uncontrollably , his magic was flaring–defensively–&& unseen , unheard , his soul was pounding. He   Looked   TERRIFIED   .

        He did not speak , he simply stood && watched , cautiously.

Before Hazard could realize what the phrase he was muttering meant, he was dropped to the ground, only to be blinded for mere seconds by a flash of crimson.

Wait...Jack was quite a bit aways from him.

What happened?

The skeleton had to shake his head and blink his eye sockets before he could regain his vision, only to see that Jack looked absolutely terrified. What was going on with his counterpart? Instead of the cocky, confident asshole that he usually was, his expression did an absolute 360 and changed. It took mere moments for Hazard to think on it and realized what he may of done.

.....Did one of his latest dreams, revolve around something of the other’s past?

For once, Hazard was actually concerned for Jack, where as he’s never done so. Oh dear, this was going to be a doozy.

“....a...a....are ye alright..?”

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rcsedsoul‌:

        Jack tilted his head at the skeleton’s mumbling. His eye squinted , questioning what they muttered. Phalanges twitch , closing his hand into a fist for a second to crack his knuckles.

        ‘ What was that ? Ya know I hate it when           folks mumble , say what’s on yer min’           already ‘r ‘re ya coward ? ’

        Did he actually scare them so white that all they could produce was incoherent gibberish ? Although curious he hummed && started to ponder if shaking them up a bit more would snap Hazard back into reality. Quite amused with a low snicker-                                 -

        ‘ C’MON NOW SPEAK UP ! ’

        Suddenly lunging forward , Jack snatched their shirt up && pulled them closer to his face.

        ‘ I can’ hear yaaaa~ ’

He could hear Jack but faintly, like the phrasing in his head was growing louder and louder. Why? Was it significant to Jack? He wasn’t sure what was going on or why it was coming up now, until his shirt was snatched up and he was pulled right close up to his face, eye sockets wide and....empty of light.

“...lon...don...bridge...is...”

Now why wouldn’t he continue with the phrase?

Was it his other half, preventing him from doing so? But Jack did want to hear what Hazard was saying so, he was speaking it louder.

How would the other react to this?

“lon...don...bridge....is...”

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        Jack could say he had always been hunting him–when in reality he just got bored && stopped tormenting the skeleton for a while. But now that spark for unbridled harassment has returned && so has Jack. Jack’s Back , Jack’s Back && he’s back to cause some MAYHEM.

        Jack simply chuckled as if what they said were funny , he always was amused by Hazard’s quibbles. He stooped lower , grin widening-                                -

        ‘ I mean if ya like bein’ water-logged.           No wond’r yer s’ heavy headed.           But if ya really wanna I CAN do           that fer ya ? ’

        His hand twitched , faintly his [MAGIC] sparked around it whilst the atmosphere began lightly crackling. Jack could see the skeleton wanting to pounce but he wasn’t going to become dog-meat when he was the dog , give them an *I DARE YOU* look with his eye.

Hazard couldn’t really afford to FIGHT, not with how fickle his magic was. And by hell, he wouldn’t want to wake up R̷̛͠E̷͜͠G̵̵R̸͢͏E͞T̴ either. He rarely wanted to wake up the fragment that shared the same body. But what was he to do?

Wait....was he remembering something? One of those dreams that he had no reason to have?

A thought came up of remembering something involving a skeleton, someone similar to the duplicate in front of him. His eye sockets seem faded at the mere thought of one of his dreams possibly being another memory of someone he shouldn’t of seen. But should he say? He remembered vividly of a specific witch’s reaction to it before. It might get Jack to back off....

Slowly, Hazard was murmuring to himself about something, quietly at first as to not be heard. His focus? Lost from Jack.

Just what was he saying?

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        A menace he was , in attitude && motion , he stepped towards the other skeleton with an eager smile , head askew && claws out. A threatening aura around him as he towered over their current position. With the crack of his bony knuckles he bent over to make sure he could hear him.

        ‘ What ? Didn’ ya miss me ?           I missed you suga’♡. Doncha           wanna catch up lil’ ? ’

        He was only playing around–mostly–he wasn’t intentionally going to hurt him–much.

Did he want to back down from his menacing approach, for him to loom over him like a hunter with its prey? Of course not, but his current position didn’t gain him any favors. He thought he finally got away from this guy hunting him down before. Now?

It was like he never left to begin with!

“i rather detach my head and throw it into the freezin’ waters ‘round snowdin, than catch up with the likes of ye!”

His glare never wavered, even looking like he was ready to FIGHT this time.

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   A wince of pain.  He had only managed to move here because that’s where he thought he’d be allowed.  Too many thoughts in his head, too many possibilities playing like ten thousand movies at once.  Liability.  That’s all he is right now.  He’s just a liability.  To himself, to his family, to everyone.  They’d be better off if…

   "w… wanna lay on the couch.“  Even asking for his own reasons hurt him somehow.  Talking hurts.  Burns.  He’s so cold and yet he burns.  His soul is sad, and so is he.  He doesn’t know why.  He can’t remember why.  "comfortable. warm.”

   A white shirt stained with black, reeks of the Depths.  Colorless outfit, hidden by the blankets he was wrapped up in.  So very cold and so very drowned.

Unfortunately, the smell wasn’t something he could ignore. That is a smell that he knew immediately from experience. The Depths, just thinking about that place brought shivers down his spine. As much as he wanted to back away, to get away from the bit of the stench, his little brother needed him. Poor kid must of been in a lot of pain.

“....then i’ll stay with ye.”

Hazard slowly laid himself on the couch and then, laid his brother against his rib cage, maybe as a sort of comfort for him. He’s done it multiple times before, mayhaps it’ll help. It wasn’t like Hazard was gonna leave his side anyway.

He was going to make an effort to be more involved, to be there to help the kid whenever possible. A silent promise he made..

“i gotche bro.”

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cosmosfated‌:

   It was all he could do.  A silent conversation between him and his soulmate before the yokai had went to work, the calming warmth over their bond offers just enough relief from the chill in his bones in order to him to comfortably curl up where he is.  The floor didn’t help him any, and yet he couldn’t move to somewhere proper to clean up or even get new clothes.  It hasn’t even crossed his mind to change clothes.  One of his depressive lows again, he’s surmised.

   He doesn’t stir until he hears the voice of his big brother.  Tired eyes open slightly, that light that was in his eyes during his time unbound no longer there.  The will of a fighter and the memories to back it up, gone.  Snuffed out, a candle flame burning into a darkness that douses it.

   "tired.“  Croaked out in a normal voice, drowned and weighted.  He feels like he hasn’t slept in weeks.  Maybe he hasn’t.  Maybe he’s too scared to try.  ”…somethin’ wrong…?“

Just hearing Fleur’s voice the way it was before he was unbound, spoke volumes, despite how quiet he seemed.

Once more, his brother was cursed, drowning, just like before.

Did the nightmare he just have, point to any indication of this happening? No, that one didn’t seem to convince him of such. Still, his concerns were more for the young mage in front of him than anything else. He lifted his head for just a moment to look around and see what else was amiss, barely able to peek over the top of the couch to see there was a mess in the kitchen. Just dandy. He’ll take care of that, after taking care of Fleur.

“..just had me worried there a bit, bro. sorry i kinda conked out earlier.”

He wasn’t sure if Fleur would even recall that but, he was careful to try to scoop up both him and the blanket into his arms, to mayhaps, take him to a better spot to rest. He looked like he needed it.

“don’t think sleepin’ on the couch is a good idea. trust me, doesn’t help the back much at all.”