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[isolaradiale]

{ CRAB DANCE I finally got through enough of DOOM Eternal to feel comfy doin' this. On prior reserve, I'd like to re-app Samuel Hayden from the DOOM series! App is at /app and OOC contact is /ooc or @D3dans! }

Welcome back!

You'll be staying in CONDO 410.

You'll retain everything from your previous stay!

Enjoy!

– mod maia

[ciinderpeltt-blog]

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...this was new. Whatever it was, it kind of looked like a Monster and a Two-Leg had a kit somehow. Cinderpelt shuddered at the thought, trying to dig her claws into the ground before remembering two things- one, how hard the ground was here. Two, these stupid Two-Leg claw covers had been put on her..!

Another hiss came from her.

[princeofthemadhouse]

🙞continued🙝

      𝔑 o bail needed for an honest mistake by a senile old man. Although they did except a ‘generous tip’ for their troubles. ❝ Found ‘im hobbling around inside the bookstore in the dark after he tripped the alarm. Said he fell asleep in the bathroom. Given his... ‘mental state’ and lack of forced entry, we’re inclined to believe him. ❞ Explains the officer who walked Sheogorath out as if He weren’t standing right there. The MadGod certainly is putting on a show, hunching His weight on his cane, trembling lightly all the while with a vague smile. ❝ If your dad isn’t under some sort of supervision, I suggest getting that straightened out. He’s lucky he didn’t get hurt. ❞ The officer continues and Sheo has to bite the inside of His cheek to keep it together,

      ❝ I thought I was at the library. ❞ Sheo croaks and creeps His way toward the door. ❝ Not took far-fetched now is it, Sammy? Come along! ❞

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[princeofthemadhouse]

‘ Cat’s got my tongue. ‘

     𝓘ndeed, there is a soft paw touching to where Samuel’s vocalizer sits. But... Sammy doesn’t have a tongue! ❝That... don’t tell me that...❞ His drink spills all over His lap at the shock of His conclusion. ❝That was a joke!❞

[princeofthemadhouse]

His outburst had been a heavy weight on his shoulders over the short, passing few days. Surprisingly enough, it seemed to have chewed through him thoroughly--enough so to cause him to stand, knocking at Sheogorath's door with a bag of medical supplies and freshly bought flowers, any roses in the bundle seeming to be crushed by his own hand. " Sheogorath. I'd like to-- /apologize/ for my actions. If you will let me in, I would like to make sure I did not cause any severe damage. "

     𝓒licking and sliding of locks being unlatched can be heard from the other side, allowing the door to crack open only halfway. Standing before Dr.Hayden is not Lord Sheogorath, but His faithful Chamberlain, Haskill, who regards Samuel with about as much interest as legal papers. ❝Dr.Hayden, I’ve only just gotten my Lord to doze off at last. I’m sure you can appreciate what a feat that can be.❞

     A practiced motion flicks open his pocket watch. ❝Twenty minutes is the proper span for humans to nap. We’ll wake my Lord then. In the mean time...❞ The balding gentleman glances at the gifts brought for his master and the next moment the medical supplies are seated on the table, unpacked, neatly organized and ready to use. The flowers are seated in a gorgeous vase, crushed roses and all. It’s really not anything Haskill would classify as ‘helpful’ since all the needed materials were right there.

❝Walk with me. You and I are long overdue for a discussion.❞ He says, tucking a striking red scarf around his neck. Obviously this wasn’t a suggestion since he silently closes the door behind him and the locks click once again.

[princeofthemadhouse]

🙞 Continued 🙝

      ❝ 𝔘 nfortunately? I don’t know how you can say that. What’s wrong with a mandatory vacation in a glorified cage? ❞ Elbows resting on the balcony railing, He tilts His head back to stare upside down in the void at the invisible Mars. Many nights He since He arrived He’s stared into the gaps between stars. Never in His innumerable years has He seen such a pathetic night sky. A blindingly bright drop of milk for a moon that only serves to further drown out the mayhaps eight specks of light accompanying it. Light pollution is what He was told is the culprit, but how could they be sure? How could any of them be sure those aren’t the last lights left in whatever slice of Oblivion they’ve found themselves.

     It’s been a long week. If He’d ask, He could find out if that’s true for both of them. Why Samuel now decided to participate in a conversation He’s been trying to have with him for... a span of time longer than a day, He’s sure. Since after they met. But He won’t ask. Makes things too familiar and he’ll retreat back inside with that soothing rumble he calls a voice. When haven’t mortals been prone to exhibit unusual behavior around Him, anyhow? That’s probably it. But what if it’s not?

❝ The red planet. Has a heart shape on it! Freezing cold, which is strange for a War God. Not really actually now that I think about it. Suits you. Morrowind has red ash storms day in and day in again. Can only imagine what research conditions are like with red all over the place. Unless you’re studying red. Then it’d be too easy! ❞

     The only thing that saves Samuel from constant rambling is Sheo’s newfound need to breath. He straightens His posture to catch His breath and takes the time to light the pipe that He’s been holding for a better part of an hour. Smoke comes pouring out His nose as He picks up where His mind continued. 

❝ I put the Isles inside a nebula. Couldn’t tell you what direction it’s in if I tried. They took too much from me. Can’t even find my own body on bad days now, which is why I have to ask--! They took from you, too! How did you manage to calculate where Mars is!? ❞

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[isolaradiale]

Oop, impulsiveness got the better of me :'( turns out I don't have much a muse for writing this crab. Maybe another time! Dropping Samuel Hayden from the DOOM series. He was housed in Condo 410.

Dropped for you.

--Alathfar

[ingoldentent]

Do they throw away things they haven’t touched in ages?

“I try to donate what I can, but whether I throw them and donate them, the fact is that I don’t tend to keep stuff that doesn’t entice me, unless it has sentimental value.”