Something Wicked This Way Lurks.

Indie multi-verse undead original character.FC: Robert Sheehan.

[touchofmonster]

bold what applies to your muse: strengths vs. weaknesses!

tagged by: @inlucisabsentiam tagging: uhhhhh whoever wants to do the thing.

s t r e n g t h s :

caring | merciful | brave | determined | forward | flexible | cheerful | wise | clever | humorous | spirited | lighthearted | mature | strong | sentient | generous | loving | calm | calculative | rational | unselfish | controlled | tactful | nurturing | protective | independent

w e a k n e s s e s :

panicky | cowardly | unthoughtful | rash | stubborn | intransigent | negative | temperamental | scatterbrained | grim | dull | unwise | unstable | weak | irrational | awkward | greedy | over-protective | over-sensitive | rude | selfish | explosive | tactless | clingy

[touchofmonster]

thefirstmortal:

Kaa was not a fan of the undead, though there were of course exceptions. In his long life he had learned that there were always exceptions. 

He had discovered an unsettling pattern in this town. Death was here, and it was preying on the people. He intended to discover who, or what, was doing this. And if necessary, destroy it.

The trail had been easy enough to pick up. He’d been a tracker for eons. He found Finn as he was covering the body. Rather than approach, he stood in the shadows, watching. 

“Face me, creature.“

There was a voice -- and not a friendly one -- addressing him. Finn was still lowered over the covered body, head snapping upwards, eyes searching for the source. A figure, in the shadows, watching him. This was something that the undead boy didn't like, the confrontation. By definition, he was a coward. But this was by a fresh meal, and he was still hungry. Beyond so, and the smell of his meal was lingering too strong for him to focus properly.

Standing, he stepped over the blanket, turning towards the man waiting in the shadows. Creature, he had called him. C r e a t u r e. Shit, how did he know so easily? Most of the time Finn had at least a moment or two of interaction before the other knew that something was off about him. Inwardly he coiled.

"Leave me alone." He tried, making his voice much more steeled than he felt in the moment.

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@lxvingdeadgxrl : "Shut up, Finn."

[undead muttering]

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@inlucisabsentiam || From [ this ]

A goofy sort of smile ghosted across his features for a moment when the witch had said she appreciated his offer. Originally, he had thought he'd been doing something nice by sharing them with Wynter too... but he'd been wrong. Very wrong, as it seemed. Humaning wasn't exactly his forte anymore.

Blinking, he considered her question. "I mean... in a pinch they're.... okay." He had eaten them before -- mostly years ago, when he was just figuring out the hunger that had always plagued him. It had satisfied, but not nearly as much as the cold, dead, flesh of -- an ex human, as she put it. "Easier than digging up a grave though, I'll give it that."

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@thefirstmortal liked the thing for a starter

There was a frantic sort of movement from him -- the sheer instinct, like a cat, to bury his unfinished meal, lest it be discovered by someone else. Of course, the stench of death would still linger, and the crimson stain on his lips would give him away, but Finn wasn't looking for a fight over this corpse. It was tough enough to have gotten it in the first place.

So there went the dingy blanket over the body, the undead creation quickly checking it's coverage before the noise of anyone drawing near, became any louder.

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With Common Blood || Wynter & Finn

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lxvingdeadgxrl:

He shouldn’t exist. Not that she meant it in a cruel way or anything, but it should have been physically impossible for something like him to be real, but then the same could be said of her. Look at them, a couple of freaks in a freakish world…just her luck that she’d find an honest to god zombie in this hell-hole of a city. Strung-out, Z freak zombies, yes, those sorts were rather common place on the streets, but an actual, no joke brain eater? Yeah, that was a new one.

He sighed at her, but really, shouldn’t he have expected that question? It was only natural that someone might ask that, if they’d just been made privy to the same information she had, right?

Truth be told, Wynter didn’t know what sort of answer to expect from the ghoul, didn’t know what he’d say or what sort of explanation that he’d offer up, so she couldn’t really say she was overly disappointed when his only response was ‘I don’t know’.

“You don’t know? But I mean…s-shouldn’t you have some sort of idea? I mean…were there experiments? Radioactive spider? Voodoo?” she asked, probing a bit. What? Anyone would have been curious had they been in her position.

She was right, of course. By all means, he shouldn't exist. The procedure should have either helped, or killed him. End of story. Except something had gone terribly wrong with it all. Maybe something GeneCo was testing to get rid of the mass amount of bodies hidden under the city. Maybe a fluke. Maybe he was just a shitty kind of person that even death didn't want. Finn really didn't know. But her further prodding only caused him to stop in his tracks, giving her a sharp look. Shouldn't he have some sort of idea? Hell, he'd like any ounce of inkling the world had to offer -- but no. He had nothing. No idea. None. Notta. Zip. Zilch.

"Yeah, I'm sure it's voodoo." He replied dryly, "Someone in some backwoods creek with chicken bones specifically arranging them so I live only off dead flesh." Really, what kind of fucked up shit would that be? A ragged sort of breath was drawn in by the Graverobber as he started walking again, keen on getting this apparent member of the Spanish Inquisition back to where she was safe.

"I went in for surgery, next thing I knew, I was in the morgue." It wasn't much to go on, and he knew it. Something that had been prodding his brain, festering in all the possibilities since the moment he had reopened his eyes.

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  DEADBOYLURKING.               like for a starter ??

[sixserpents]

[lxvingdeadgxrl]

“You really don’t want to know what happend here.”

@touchofmonster

   Judging by the amount of blood splattered about the place, she was going to go out on a limb and say he wasn’t kidding. Still, responsibility and all. “A-At least tell me you didn’t kill someone…” the young woman offered, her tone almost pleading.

   The last thing she needed was her best ghoul friend disemboweling people…

[lxvingdeadgxrl]

   God help her, she was going to be sick…

   It took every bit of strength that the necromancer had, not to throw-up there and then. There was just…there was so much blood, bits of things she didn’t want to put too much though into, for fear that she’d lose that internal fight of hers and in the process, lose her lunch.

   Yeah, he wasn’t making matters any better, what with the rambling and all. “J-Just…just don’t. I’m….I-I have to go inside.” she muttered, heading for the door. She trusted him to clean up, she did, she just had to get out of there.

[touchofmonster]

Oop- He messed up again, didn't he? How long had he been dead? They'd had this conversation, and it was what... fifteen, twenty years at best? How was it in that time that he had apparently forgotten all the ways to actually play human?

Finn had least had enough decency to give her a sheepish look as she headed towards the door like it was a freaking oasis. It probably was, in hindsight.

"Yeah... I'll... uh..." It was all that he could really manage. Part of him was ashamed and wanted to apologize for the crimson painting she happened upon. A bigger part, the monstrous part, had no shame about it -- only that the meal had ended, and it was still itching for more.

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@lxvingdeadgxrl

okay, but how are they friends? Like it’s a constant state of Finn grossing Wyn out. Or making her eat dead things and finding it funny. He’s an idiot, and she’s got the patience of a saint dealing with his shit. Wow.

[lxvingdeadgxrl]

“You really don’t want to know what happend here.”

@touchofmonster

   Judging by the amount of blood splattered about the place, she was going to go out on a limb and say he wasn’t kidding. Still, responsibility and all. “A-At least tell me you didn’t kill someone…” the young woman offered, her tone almost pleading.

   The last thing she needed was her best ghoul friend disemboweling people…

[touchofmonster]

Generally, he kept to the shadows and nighttime hours when other things went bump in the night to divulge in his most horrendous acts. It was a compulsion, and a miracle that he didn't glutton himself constantly on the persistent hunger that plagued him.

As it was, Wynter hadn't exactly supposed to have seen what she had.

Honest, he was going to clean it up. He was. Just, you know, after the stupor that his meal had provided.

"Well, no. I don't do the killing bit." He said, looking about at the mess he had made. Geeze - was there a weird frenzy he had that he wasn't aware of? Catching on that Wynter was upset he quickly amended, "I mean... Ah... I have no idea what happened. I just... Man, this is a mess. I'm just as shocked as you."

[twenty1-grams]

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@lxvingdeadgxrl

It had taken him a little while, and probably a bigger spill of boiling water on the counter top that had needed to be cleaned than was really necessary -- but he was trying. Having watched her once or twice before, the cup was fixed (he hoped) perfectly.

Taking the tea down to Wynter he set it on the counter before her.

"Y'know. To make up for the spleen thing.... again."

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@saltyxparabolas

He couldn't explain why he was there, actually. Perhaps it was because deep down, the young undead man wanted answers, just as much as he wanted an end. Never had there any clue for him, any sort of indication of what or why he was -- he just... was. And with all the press they'd been getting lately - particularly after saving the whole of New York, Finn thought it might just be worth the trip to find these ladies.

The firehouse was pretty impressive, he had to admit it. Receptionist, not so much. But at least he was now waiting to see someone named Holtz - or something like that. He had tuned out the other man after a few minutes to try and spare whatever was left of his actual thriving brain cells. The human ones, at least.

[touchofmonster]

"I am so done with you."

       “Nah. Your life would be dead boring without me and y’know it.”

[lxvingdeadgxrl]

[leaves a lovely wrapped up box. It's contents? Why, minced spleen bars, of course.]

@touchofmonster

“GODDAMMIT, FINN!”

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@lxvingdeadgxrl

That one ominous card stares up at him. He stares back. Eyes go so far as to narrow on the coloured pattern upon it, like that would somehow change his fate in the game. Of course it wouldn't. Begrudgingly Finn reached over to the pile and drew the four cards, with a mumble under his breath as he shuffled them into his hand --

"This game is bullshit."