thackery binx

Three hundred years ago, the Sanderson sisters killed my little sister and cursed me into this form. I could not save Emily, but I can still stop those foul witches from killing more innocent children, and that is what I shall do. [Independent Semi-Seasonal Hocus Pocus RP blog]

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.xenophonrising‌: 

He blinked at the cat’s answer. Witchcraft? He knew witches were real, but he’d yet to have a bad run-in with one. Perhaps he’d been lucky so far. “You… used to be human?” he ventured. “So did I. But witchcraft wasn’t responsible for my change.” Arygos didn’t want the feline thinking that witches were responsible for making vampires, after all. Misinformation could be a very dangerous thing. “How do you propose to do that?” he queried. There was only so much one cat could do in that regard.

… Right?

“What is your name? I am Arygos,” he introduced, finding it a practical thing to do.

“What was, then?” he asked. The cat hadn’t yet come any closer, still between the bars of the fence, half on hallowed ground and half not, but at the very lest he was listening now. “My name is Thackery Binx, and I intend to keep the witches dead and in the ground by whatever means I can. Right now, that means keeping visitors from doing anything stupid.”

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[My old roommates sent me this for my birthday, awwww]

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xenophonrising‌: 

He’d expected the cat to be skeptical. Faced with a monster who could not prove his claim, how could he not doubt? Though, his words seemed to have made the creature a bit less prickly, so perhaps he did believe him at least a little. “Ah? I travel. That is all there is to it. I came through here, and there is a strange energy to this place that caused me to stay.” He wouldn’t say anything on the subject of curiosity, for surely this animal knew well its dangers. But, horrors? “And of what horrors do you speak, friend?”

It might be very prudent to know.

“Witchcraft,” Binx replied bluntly. “And not the kind they’re selling on Essex Street--the real, terrible kind that leaves nothing but pain and torment in its wake. It’s why I’m here, and why I’m...well, like this. I aim to keep anything like that from happening to this town ever again.”

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xenophonrising‌: 

Arygos blinked, tilting his head. Really? Interesting. Not as though he would test the claim, of course. Archelaos might, but him? No. And honestly, as far as Arygos’ kind went, Binx was wise not to turn away. Though, he had to wonder, if he couldn’t hurt the cat, what did it have to fear from him? Perhaps he would be left to wonder.

“The town? To exist peacefully whilst I stay here. My kind does not need to kill to survive.” Though, some of them did, due to inexperience, apathy, or their own sick thrills. Arygos was, quite possibly, one of the least monstrous among them.

“Small comforts,” Binx retorted, though there was slightly less venom in his tone now. Even a claim to not kill, however baseless as far as he was concerned, was more than he’d expected. Maybe it counted for something after all. “And why Salem, of all places? Hoping to blend in, maybe? We’ve had our share of horrors.”

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xenophonrising‌: 

Oh, dear. That hadn’t gone well. The poor thing— man?— was terrified. He was correct in his guess, though there were times Arygos wished they were only part of a costume. What he had become was a double-edged sword. Brows tilted upward and drew together, lips moving into something between a frown and a grimace. I know your fear.

The chill to the feline’s voice was like a dagger to his chest. “I see. Must be lonely, being the only one. But you have a point.” Not all vampires relished what they were, after all. Perhaps it would be better if there were only one. Or perhaps not. He sighed. “In Salem? I do not know. The town is mostly foreign to me. In general?” He exhaled. “Yes. We are many. But you need not fear me. I shan’t harm you.” But how could he prove it? Arygos sighed.

“I know you have no reason to believe me. But I have no need not want to do you ill.” What else could he say?

“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.” Binx didn’t relax his tense stance, but he didn’t retreat farther either. It was never wise to turn one’s back on a monster, particularly an unfamiliar one. “Not in any way that matters, at least. What are your intentions for the rest of the town?”

There wasn’t much Binx could do to stop him, of course, but he could try nonetheless.

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xenophonrising‌: 

So the cat had deemed that he wasn’t a threat, judging by its actions. Good. He was never one for animal cruelty, so perhaps it had a good judge of character. He nodded soberly at its comment. “It can. Thankfully, I wasn’t left alone for all my centuries.” Of course, Archelaos had very nearly driven him mad multiple times, but… best not to dwell on that. “Yes,” he replied, giving a smile just big enough to show off his fangs.

Now, where most vampires would be cocky with this reveal, Arygos’ was… well, more of an awkward smile, really. Hardly like the creatures of movies and books. “And you are, too? How have I missed your kind in all my years?”

Despite the friendly sort of smile, the flash of fangs sent Binx backing away toward the safety of the iron bars once more, the fur on his neck on end. He very much doubted those were part of an early Halloween costume.

“I am,” he replied, the warmth gone from his voice. “But I don’t have a kind. It’s only me, and thank heaven for that. Are there many of you?”

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xenophonrising‌: 

The cat seemed to take interest at the notion. “Yes, the one in front of you,” he said, peering at the animal through the graveyard fence. Arygos wasn’t “most people” in many ways, chief among them perhaps being that he wasn’t exactly a person. The feline’s next words caused the man to cant his head a bit. “What makes you say that?”

After careful consideration, Binx came closer, slipping easily through the bars of the fence. “Just that I’ve heard that years of isolation and inner turmoil can do that to a person,” he commented, lightly, almost amused. It wasn’t yet October; he still had time to make jokes. “Are you, then? Immortal, I mean. Not mad.”

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abitofafatass‌: 

“You have no goddamn idea how right you are. But, hey, I’d imagine that its just as upsetting as being a cursed catman. Curse still isnt broken, huh.”

“I’m afraid not. The witches didn’t do anything halfway, I suppose.”

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xenophonrising‌: 

Arygos blinked. Either he was going insane, or there was a talking cat in front of him. Not any stranger than a vampire existing, let alone one being employed as a psychologist, though. Right? “Oh, nothing. Just an immortal losing his marbles.” How had he missed the existence of talking felines in his centuries upon centuries of being on this Earth? Either the cat could clear things up for him, or he was just talking to an ordinary animal and nothing would come of it. No loss either way.

“Oh, another one?” Binx’s ears perked up. He hadn’t expected a response at all, much less one like that. Most people chalked it up to imagination and moved on with their lives--he’d long accepted that was likely part of the curse. “If we’re counting, I must have lost mine a long time ago.”

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abitofafatass‌:

“Oh, you know, time travel, saving the world, that sort of thing. Same ol, same ol.”

“Time travel? That sounds...complex and possibly upsetting.”

[poorthackerybinx]

“Well, I see that the saxophone-playing clown is back for the season. Just another Halloween in Salem, I suppose. What have I missed?”

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[Sadly that’s all for tonight, but I promise I’ll be back soon!]

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abitofafatass‌:

“Still cursed huh? God that sucks ass. You’d think that someone would have done something about that by now.”

“So it would seem. Though I suppose after it’s already been three hundred years, what’s another century or so?”

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storiestotell‌: 

“You’re great,” she said, words heartfelt, as she held out her hand. Like any animal, Nocome knew to wait to let the cat decide if they want to approach or not. Despite the overwhelming desire to pet a cat right now. “You’re very pretty. Maybe I have some food in my bag.”

Binx rubbed his head politely against her fingertips, then sat primly before her. “That’s very kind of you, thank you,” he said clearly. Might as well get this part over with, if she was already making offers. “But I think I’d prefer handsome, if you don’t mind.”

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danidennisxn‌:

“Um, it’s a bit of both, I guess.” She shrugged, picking up her hair brush to brush through her still damp hair from her bath. Just a few minutes before Binx had arrived, Dani had finished her nightly bubble bath. “I can never sleep much anymore around this time of the year, y’know, not since…” She waved a hand around, not really wanting to say it.

“I can’t say that I blame you on that regard.” Binx sighed, and shifted so that he was curled beside her in comfort. “But you know there’s no danger now from them, don’t you, Dani? And even if there were, they’d have to be mad to try and cross the likes of you and Max again.”

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abitofafatass‌:

“Oh hey. Yeah, still orange. And you’re still a cat, I see. …. Arent cats colourblind or is that only dogs?”

“I’m not certain about non-cursed cats, but I am a bit of a unique case, if you recall. And I’m quite used to orange.”

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@poorthackerybinx

“Aw, kitty. Come here, kitty. Here, kitty-kitty!”

[poorthackerybinx]

Well, she was certainly exuberant. Binx had seen far worse reactions to black cats over the years, but it didn’t make all the kitty-kitty talk less...grating. Still, kindness was kindness, even candy-coated. He came closer, slowly, with a pleasant chirrup of a meow.