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[mementoteoblivisci]

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  --> The younger of the two stares, blue eyes wide. He's seeing ghosts. He has to be. The universe is messing with him.

  He watched Phil die in that cave. There's no fucking way that he's still alive. But the wings around him feel far too real. “... Phil? Is... there’s no way...” Martyn whispers, holding himself still.

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@bumblebeeblitzz​ / @angel0fdeatth​ wanted a starter in one of my new or less used verses! verse chosen: v5a

Simon sighed as he stepped through the door, entering into yet another train car. He wasn’t quite sure how long he had been traveling. Longer perhaps than when he and Grace had been separated from the Apex, and through more cars, but in the opposite direction. He had no wish to backtrack through those cars again, not after everything that had transpired there. Some of them likely may have shifted, but not all. There were some cars that seemed to never move positions.

Meanwhile, there was the matter of the one he was in. He stopped just beyond the door, pushing it shut behind him to prevent the possibility of a ghom finding it’s way inside. Then turning his attention to the rest of the car, he took in his surroundings. It was one of those cars that was more of an open world than anything else. Which was good, in a way, as those cars were less likely to contain train puzzles. From his vantage point, he could see a wide open field that kept going all the way to the horizon line. The grass was a bright, almost unnatural looking green, and was scattered with even more cartoony looking flowers.

But interestingly enough, he could also see what appeared to be another person, far off ahead of him and heading in the opposite direction. Whether they were a denizen or a passenger was hard to tell from a distance, but he knew how he could find out. He took a moment to briefly look at his number tracker, and confirmed that there was another passenger in the car with him. What to do with that information was a different problem entirely.

He had been doing... relatively fine on his own for the past few months. Better than he thought he would. But Grace’s absence still ached at his heart, and he felt as though not being completely alone would help with that at least a little, even if that specific gap would never be filled. Sliding the number tracker back into his pocket, Simon finally made up his mind, and hurried to try and catch up with them before they left the car.

“Hey! Wait up a second!” He called once he was close enough to possibly be heard. Planning what exactly he was going to say when he caught up with the other passenger probably would’ve been a smart choice, but he didn’t. He supposed he’d just have to... figure it out.

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   // @angel0fdeatth​ asked: McPuffy’s was empty, the only one there was a fast food employee and sitting in the back sat Phil. He looked quite tired, wearing much different robes compared to his usual haori and clothing.

He sat munching on a few fries, food infront of him and a crow pecking at what seems to be another meal.

Communicator sitting on the table infront of him and cane neatly leaned against his side.

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   --> Tommy gently rubs at his bandages, making his way towards McPuffy’s. He doesn’t even know why he’s fucking doing this. He doesn’t want to talk to Phil, much less sit with the man in a place hardly anyone goes to.

   But at the same time... he does look up to Phil. Father or not, the other meant a lot to him. If Phil’s willing to put out the invitation... he’s willing to attempt to trust the elder, long enough to talk.

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   --> “Just because you said that, I will not be leaving you alone.” He squints, deciding to be a little bit nicer. Just a bit. “... the hell happened to you, anyway? You aren’t really the type to just fuckin’ go for it when it comes to alcohol ‘n shit.”

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   --> It’s nice to not burn in the snow, and to not be swaddled in layers and armor any time he wanted to leave his house. He’s always cold, sure, but he’ll take it over everything else. Just another reason that death is so much better than life. He pads across the Arctic, heading for the dual homes that sat not far from his own former house. He hasn’t been there since his death, but he knows he still has stuff there. Boo will probably disperse some of his former riches at some point.

   Techno might have use for some forty totems. Not like they’ll be of any use for a dead man.

   Regardless, they have something else to deal with while they wait for Techno to return to the cabins so that they can pass on the totems. They approach the dual cabins, heading towards Phil’s cabin. The friendly neighborhood specter has a few things to speak to him about. Gently, they knock on the door, floating backwards and waiting for an answer.

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   // @angel0fdeatth asked: As the doors slam open and Tommy tried to run through the snow to get away, he was suddenly slammed to the ground.

A metal claw, attached to Phil’s foot is embedded into his shoulder and the other is held above his eye. Phil’s face hidden behind a black veil, only scarce shape of his head could be seen through the dark.

“what the fuck did you do?”

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   --> Tommy hits the ground hard, breath leaving his lungs in a wheeze. Grey eyes stare up towards his attacker, unable to get breath back. 

   Dadza. Phil.

   ( dadza’s voice e c h o i n g in the lab. sterile equipment. needles and pain and fear )

   He tenses under Phil’s foot, going silent and still. He’s half in memories and half out. The blood on his hands isn’t helping with anchoring to either half.

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@angel0fdeatth​ | from here!

As Phil turned to look at him, Simon looked towards the ground. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was beginning to spiral again, in spite of his attempts to keep quiet about the unwanted thoughts that were becoming louder and louder in his head. He was painfully aware of his number increasing by a few digits relatively frequently, and while it hadn’t climbed nearly as high as it had once been, it was a bigger increase than he’d had in awhile.

“And neither of us know what to do about it.” He kicked lightly at the ground, and sighed. It was an assumption, based on Phil’s response, that they were both just as lost. While it was slightly relieving to learn he wasn’t the only one in that position, it really didn’t help him see any way out of it.

So much of his life had revolved around the Apex, and revolved around Grace, that he felt like a part of him had vanished with them. It was a difficult thing to deal with.

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   --> He holds his hands close to his ears, fighting to not just outright cover them. He needs to be able to hear. Mismatched eyes carefully watch the figure in the middle of the room, making note of the two wings. This... this doesn't feel right. Something's really wrong here.

"... yeah...? It's... it's me. The particles wanted me to check in. Said, um... said something was wrong?" And it looks like they were right.