#thepariahspet

[kaleb-doran-pariah-god]

Kaleb, I must ask, why have you continued handling over me?

@thetruescholar says to the air, assuming he’s watching, as she transcribes from memory and papers every cruel thing Dottore’s said about the world and about her. The experimental treatment must have worked, if she’s feeling well enough to do all this.

Do I not prove late Zandik correct?

"Because you prove him wrong. All he said was lies, born of using science for faith. While there is method to things like that, but using it as a shield like faith does not make you a good person. Zandik was flawed, all people are. Even I am, perfection is hard to reach. Dottore played himself as a noble, however. This was his downfall, his pride and ego in the face of judgement leaving him to jump... and fall."

Kaleb appeared, sipping a can of soda as he came into being on one of the dining room chairs.

"...keep balance, stay humble. You're better in that regard."

[kaleb-doran-pariah-god]

Kaleb soon finds the situation @thetruescholar is in as she smashes her necklace against the floor of the endless time out chamber she was put in by the Gamemaker. So this is what Eris needed the bones for...

Kaleb took note of it being the Gamemaker's dimension and IMMEDIATELY switched his look up. The static cross didn't seem to do anything... but an audience member came to the floor, the lights seeming to go haywire, blinking like disco lights.

"Well, well, well! Looks like this game hasn't gone quite as planned!"

That voice sounded like Kaleb... but the body didn't match at all. It was practically a ghost. The top half of its body looked to be a red suit with a yellow tie and buttons, going infinitely thin around the waist, leading into the rest of the coat... which showed the infinite expanse of the universe, reflected perfectly in the figure's free-floating head... or mask? It was hard to tell. The face moved perfectly, the left eye a mere circle and the right a crescent moon, though they seemed to move as the figure circled @trickstrapsandgames, the crescent moon staying pointed at him. Finishing the look was the pair of red-yellow headphones and the two sepia gloves floating on their own... as well as the ever-orbiting ring of vinyl records and the pulses flowing through his suitcoat... perfectly in time with the lights. Oh, god, another Gamemaker...

[kaleb-doran-pariah-god]

@thetruescholar once again left her necklace at home, and then left home. There’s stains of more blood splatters on the boxes of her garden plants. It doesn’t look like Loki came in, and her motorcycle is still where she parks it, so who took her and where?

She’s not anywhere in Sheznayah either...

Kaleb sighed. Nat? Gone? Again? What were the odds. He didn't do as much, just stole her bike. One of his incarnations knew how to ride, so, he took their word. Get the bike out, get it started, and get driving.

Kaleb did add SOME flair, though. He rode down a hill and immediately sent himself flying the way up the next one, switching out his style, and the bike, for something a lot more... "angel of death in leather", per se.

The god leaped from the bike in the air, his coat turning to leather, his boots growing spurs, and a hat appearing in his hands. As he fell, he was caught by Natalia's transformed bike, now turned into a horse made of steel, fire coming from its nostrils as a trail burned behind him. Had he any apparitions of bulls to chase, he could certainly scare someone straight.

But for now, he would be the only ghost rider in the sky... but he made his presence known to Teyvat, and would be the flame to Natalia's moth no doubt.

[kaleb-doran-pariah-god]

@thetruescholar looks worse each time she summons Kaleb, this time isn’t any different. Her hands bandaged over, her good leg’s ankle in a splint, her hair all hacked up by kitchen scissors. But this time, maybe she’s decided to make a better choice.

Fix my hands, please. I must complete unfinished projects.

Kaleb finally made himself known, form shimmering as the television glowed, Kaleb uncovering it, as his human form was made anew, right hand now made of steel and wire.

"...you're pushing me away... why would I bother? You can handle yourself fine. You've been doing so, pushing towards your own self. You don't need me anymore, clearly. Why do you call to me once more?"

[kaleb-doran-pariah-god]

The next time Kaleb is summoned by @thetruescholar ‘s crucifix breaking, at least she’s not doing something stupid. Based on how clean her kitchen and bedroom are, she must’ve pulled herself out of her funk with her incessant need to be useful and to do something. She should probably still go to Zel’s, at least for a little. This isn’t her solving her problems.

Unfortunately for the poor woman, when taking her laundry to the living room to fold, she tripped over a cat toy and went tumbling into the coffee table, hitting her head and breaking her crucifix. Laundry is spilled out all over the floor, and she herself is still seeing stars as she lays on the ground.

Kaleb formed from the static, not bothering to fully form. He picked up the shattered crucifix, watching it form back together... then morph, distorting into an amulet, the glass turning to gold and silver, an eye in the center that could be flicked out to break it easier... and stealthier. The static phantom turned to Natalia, speaking.

"...Nat. You alright?"