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@wanderlostnotwanderlust
"I, uh...I was told if I wanted to know 'bout investigatin' paranormal stuff to come to you. Mr. Hunt, right?"
“Arago is fine. And you are?”
“Jamie Bennett.”
He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, smirking slightly. “Not too busy are ya? Halloween is this weekend, after all.”
Arago just shrugged. “I’m more worried about humans doing something stupid on Halloween than spirits wrecking havoc. At least spirits follow their rules.”
"I, uh...I was told if I wanted to know 'bout investigatin' paranormal stuff to come to you. Mr. Hunt, right?"
“Arago is fine. And you are?”
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deadfrozenboy:
wanderlostnotwanderlust:
He narrowed his eyes at her. He wanted to scream and demand. Yet he knew that it would lead to nowhere. “Alright.” He stepped back. “Alright…”
Arago walked away, dragging Jack by his sleeve ever so slightly. “Can you find the morgue?” He whispered. “I can do something about this.”
Jack looked aside. “I already found it,” he said softly. “A-already found him….”
After so long without tears, so many years fighting them back, he couldn’t help but shed them now. “U-unless you can bring back the d-dead, I don’t see why I shouldn’t just freeze over this place.”
“So you won’t stop me then?” The man suddenly look relieved. “You’ll let me fix this, right?” His once clenched hand flexed as it started to crackle with life energy. “I can try-- no, I will fix this. Just show me the morgue.”
wanderlostnotwanderlust
thatbratjamiebennett:
deadfrozenboy:
Jack shot back, looking distraught and more than a little broken, shaking.
“I-if you had just come!” Jack shouted,room having a nasty chill to it. “W-we would have made it in time! I-it would’ve been okay!” he landed lightly on the ground,
“If… h-he was a-alive… h-he was fine… h-he didn’t need surgery…”
He was talking to me… it’s my fault…
My fault my fault my fault my fault my fault my fault my fault ….
With the cold increasing and the weight of a dozen or so waiting gazes on her, the receptionist was inclined to turn her back on Arago for a moment to raise the temperature on the thermostat.
What was with these cold spots lately?
So once more, she tried to reason with Arago, “Sorry, sir. But I can’t let you go without authorization. Please, just have a seat, it’ll only take a minute.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. He wanted to scream and demand. Yet he knew that it would lead to nowhere. “Alright.” He stepped back. “Alright...”
Arago walked away, dragging Jack by his sleeve ever so slightly. “Can you find the morgue?” He whispered. “I can do something about this.”
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thatbratjamiebennett:
deadfrozenboy:
wanderlostnotwanderlust:
“…excuse me?”
He gripped the edge of the counter, looking far angrier than what he had the right to. It began to crack under his fingers.
“Tell me where he is.” He snarls.
Jack drifted back a bit, laughing weakly. “N-no! No no, you’re lying, t-this isn’t funny!” Jack hissed, drifting back further before shooting down the closest hallway, darting into every room, every hall, waves of frost following him as he grew more and more panicked.
No no no no no no no NO.
He felt it, felt t in his chest, pounding in his chest, the emptiness, the nothing, but he’d never admit it aloud, never give anyone that knowledge that he felt himself breaking, crumbling, from the inside out.
Several patients and doctors alike rubbed their arms and hugged themselves as the same chill brushed past them. None of them knowing the silent heartbreak happening right beside them.
At the front desk, the receptionist cringed in the face of Arago, glancing down to see the splintering he’d caused and moving her hands away. “H-he passed away just before you entered…Forgive me. I-If you’d just have a seat, I’ll call the doctor in, and if it gives you closure, perhaps he can direct you to the morgue…I know how hard it must be. W-would you like me to ring in a priest as well?”
His body was rigid, tense, an unyielding force ready to change the law of nature. He remembered Ewan--of course he did, how could he forget the twin that sacrificed everything for him?- he remembered how that monster revived his brother with the cursed gift that was now his to use.
“...no.” He said, shoulders relaxing slightly as he let go of the counter. “Just let me see the body.”
wanderlostnotwanderlust
thatbratjamiebennett:
deadfrozenboy:
wanderlostnotwanderlust:
He couldn’t lie, not anymore ever since he became more fae-like. So he did the best that he could. “I hope he can still consider me one.”
Telling the truth.
“If she doesn’t hurry up, I’m just going to take the papers, find Jamie myself,” Jack muttered, fidgeting in irritation. “If they’ve done something…” he growled, the aura of cold around him intensifying.
Unaware of Jack’s presence at all, her sole focus remained on Arago as her expression softened, that kind of look that everyone knows they will one day see from another, and so dread.
She took a deep breath, followed by sighing shakily both from the news and the sudden chill in the air.
Where was the doctor? She wasn’t trained to do this - wasn’t supposed to be her job.
Subconsciously, she placed gentle hands over Arago’s. Her next words simply tumbled out of her mouth,
“Sir, I’m sorry for your loss…”
“...excuse me?”
He gripped the edge of the counter, looking far angrier than what he had the right to. It began to crack under his fingers.
“Tell me where he is.” He snarls.
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thatbratjamiebennett:
deadfrozenboy:
wanderlostnotwanderlust:
Arago yelped in surprise when the spirit–Jack- carried him above the cloud. He went through the unpleasant chill with gritted teeth. This was nothing compared to what Jamie was experiencing. He could feel his knees cracking slightly when he was dropped off. He hissed a bit as it healed itself.
“Where’s Jamie?” He asked before making a follow up question. “Jamie Bennett, the brunet?”
Jack tapped his leg impatiently, floating up a bit and trying to hold back from zipping about the entire hospital to find Jamie. He had to stick with Arago, make sure he did his fucking job.
Make sure Jamie would be alright again.
The receptionist tapped her pencil against the desk, brows knitted while she gnawed her lip.
“Are you family?”
He couldn’t lie, not anymore ever since he became more fae-like. So he did the best that he could. “I hope he can still consider me one.”
Telling the truth.
wanderlostnotwanderlust
thatbratjamiebennett:
deadfrozenboy:
wanderlostnotwanderlust:
Arago’s eyes widened at his reply. There was a second of silence before he replied with a soft, “Thank you…” and an even softer expression. “Lead the way.”
Jack grabbed his wrist and flew up without anymore warning, they’d delayed long enough, Jack had been away from Jamie long enough. He sped through the sky, making a beeline to the hospital with a dark expression, grip deathly tight.
Finally arriving, Jack basically dropped Arago at the front of the hospital before landing himself.
Back inside the hospital, the atmosphere had shifted.
Things were…quieter. No one appeared to be in a rush.
And Jamie’s room was still unoccupied.
What one might describe as an odd sense of emptiness lingered in the air; there was something now missing from the time Jack had gone and come back with Arago that left the hospital incomplete.
At the reception desk, a woman murmured lowly before putting her phone heavily onto its receiver, ending a call. Flipping through a packet of papers, she scribbled something down while rubbing her temple before glancing up, alerted by the chime of Arago coming through the automatic doors.
“How can I help you, sir?”
Arago yelped in surprise when the spirit--Jack- carried him above the cloud. He went through the unpleasant chill with gritted teeth. This was nothing compared to what Jamie was experiencing. He could feel his knees cracking slightly when he was dropped off. He hissed a bit as it healed itself.
“Where’s Jamie?” He asked before making a follow up question. “Jamie Bennett, the brunet?”
wanderlostnotwanderlust
The moment the stranger mentioned Jamie, Arago’s attention was fully on him. “What does he need? What do you mean messing with him?”
He didn’t like the red color in the boy’s aura, contrasting with the general light blue that seemed to dominate it. Which reminded Arago to ask, “Who are you?”
“He says you can heal him, and we need your help,” Jack pressed, eager to get moving and hurry up and help Jamie. “The nurses took out all these tubes and he was really unwell when he was taken away- we have to help him!”
He shifted uneasily, frustrated. “Jack Frost, the spirit that helped give Jamie the will to live after you left, now come on!”
Arago’s eyes widened at his reply. There was a second of silence before he replied with a soft, “Thank you...” and an even softer expression. “Lead the way.”
wanderlostnotwanderlust
He wasn’t sulking. He wasn’t brooding either and truth to be told, Seth could eat shit for all he cared. He really wasn’t.
Arago was just frustrated, maybe a bit sad that Jamie thought he was undeserving of help.
If he was to pay attention to his surrounding, he might have noticed the chilly air and the fae-like being that was approaching him. He didn’t.
Arago blinked and greeted the creature. “Yes?”
Good, he hadn’t accidentally startled some random stranger. Nor had some random stranger just walked through him. An actual relief to him at the moment.
“Jamie needs help, you know Jamie yeah?” Jack demanded, feeling a teensy little (humongously) but irate at the fact that Jack couldn’t be the one to help Jamie, that they had to go to this guy.
He pulls out the note, holding it up for Arago to look at. “He’s in hospital and they’re messing with his head, messing with him.”
The moment the stranger mentioned Jamie, Arago’s attention was fully on him. “What does he need? What do you mean messing with him?”
He didn’t like the red color in the boy’s aura, contrasting with the general light blue that seemed to dominate it. Which reminded Arago to ask, “Who are you?”
wanderlostnotwanderlust
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Jack had been searching non stop, looking to the note constantly as he searched the hotels on the edge of town. White hair, green eyes, they had to be here, how hard was it to find someone with white hair?! It stood out for Tsar’s sake!
Just when he was ready to give up and try some other area, he spotted it, zipping down quickly and landing nearby. He didn’t want to startle the guy too much.
Dusting himself off, he stepped out in front of him, head up.
“Arago?”
He wasn’t sulking. He wasn’t brooding either and truth to be told, Seth could eat shit for all he cared. He really wasn’t.
Arago was just frustrated, maybe a bit sad that Jamie thought he was undeserving of help.
If he was to pay attention to his surrounding, he might have noticed the chilly air and the fae-like being that was approaching him. He didn’t.
Arago blinked and greeted the creature. “Yes?”
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“Senpai, what’re you doing here? Is everything alright?”
He looked at her, looking far too young to be London’s Savior, and far too broken to be just a child. His green eyes were glassy with tears and fears. “That’s what Old Man Joe said too…” The unsaid ‘and look where it led him’ was as clear as day.
Coco didn’t take her face out of his chest as she spoke. “I won’t be like him. I have more practice with the staff than he did. And I’m younger too! Arago, please. I won’t die. I swear. Papa didn’t promise that, did he?”
Arago didn’t say anything, too afraid that any word he breathed would ruin everything again. Instead, he just shook his head, his body was still shaking from crying.
(drugged meme) "Look, you are obviously not well--you don't even /know/ me!" Arago screeched, trying to get the girl off him. She would get burnt if she touch his skin, oh god.
My muse has been drugged and is begging yours for sex, how does your react?
The blonde giggled as she tried to cling to the other’s shirt. Her body swaying as she struggled to keep her head up long enough to look up at the male.
“T-That’s why…why I want to get….get to know you.” She slurred as a giggle pasted her lips.
If Pacifica wasn’t so dehydrated, she might have flushed at the man’s response. A look of guilt in her eyes as she looked towards the stained and tiled floor. She didn’t protest as the other offered to grab her the pill, her strength being focused on flushing to toilet. The sound made her head pound harder and a groan passed the blonde lips as she closed her eyes.
It didn’t take long for him to get what he needed. Arago was already back in his room minutes later. “Your pills.” He threw the plastic bag to the girl’s forehead without meaning to.
(( remind me again which rp I havent replied to ))
He ended up in the hospital. He hated the hospital. There was never a good memory for him regarding the place. And now, seeing Jamie in one of their beds because of him... "Hi."
wanderlostnotwanderlust
It wasn’t a pretty sight. Bandages around his partially shaven head from where they had fixed the damage to his skull caused by Seth; extra bedding at his sides to keep ribs that had been deciphered as broken upon arrival in place; his leg was elevated in a cast, and also around his face, a tube - delivering oxygen through his nostrils from a machine beside him.
Luckily because of morphine, he was able to ignore most of it, nevertheless having to be careful not to shift in the wrong position.
So he had his phone clutched in his bandaged hands, staring out the window blankly before a familiar voice caught his attention.
Now, despite his condition, it was all too evident that light had returned to his eyes the instant Jamie spotted him.
“Arago!” he croaked, “You came!”
The yelling was more than enough to gain the nurse’s attention. Not to mention earlier they heard a loud thump coming from the Bennett’s kid room. “Excuse me? Is everything alright?” Said nurse saw a chair lying down on the floor and an albino man looking angry at the patient. “Sir?”
“Why?” Arago ignored the newcomer. “Jamie– look at me.”
“I’m sorry, Arago. I’m so sorry…”
His knees were to his chest, and his arms were hugged tight around himself.
“I really don’t deserve your help. I-I’ll get better.”
Tears were wavering in his speech before they were trickling down his cheeks.
“Nurse, could you please escort him out?”
The nurse, used to drama in hospital, held back her sigh and instead gestured for Arago to follow her outside. Arago did nothing to fight back, but he gave Jamie one last look, filled with hurt and guilt.
Arago’s attention was snatched away by the newcomer. The sleepy looking girl seemed far too relaxed for a normal, everyday person who was holding a dagger in her hand. Plus, there was something not human to her aura.
“Shi–” Arago managed to dodge a claw. No getting distracted by not-human-girl now. “Eat shit!” He grabbed the monster’s bird feet and slammed her to the ground.
Well the stranger who was going get eaten definitely knew how to fight but the monster was showing no signs of leaving. She glanced to her dagger with droopy eyes before looking back.
“Uh…” You know maybe it was better to show then explain. Running over she took the dagger and sliced at the Harpy while it was still down. It’s body bursts into gold dust and she sneezes before letting out a sigh. “I hate monsters, they always make it hard to take naps…” She then looks up at the stranger while putting away the celestial bronze blade.
His eyes widened in surprise. Arago’s jaw hung open, couldn’t decide between saying “So cool!” and “How’d you do that??”
Luckily he didn’t need to as another Harpy lunged and he had to wrangle it. Arago had its beak wrapped in his hand and his other hand was holding back the talons. “Hurry! Stab it!”
He ended up in the hospital. He hated the hospital. There was never a good memory for him regarding the place. And now, seeing Jamie in one of their beds because of him... "Hi."
wanderlostnotwanderlust
It wasn’t a pretty sight. Bandages around his partially shaven head from where they had fixed the damage to his skull caused by Seth; extra bedding at his sides to keep ribs that had been deciphered as broken upon arrival in place; his leg was elevated in a cast, and also around his face, a tube - delivering oxygen through his nostrils from a machine beside him.
Luckily because of morphine, he was able to ignore most of it, nevertheless having to be careful not to shift in the wrong position.
So he had his phone clutched in his bandaged hands, staring out the window blankly before a familiar voice caught his attention.
Now, despite his condition, it was all too evident that light had returned to his eyes the instant Jamie spotted him.
“Arago!” he croaked, “You came!”
“That’s not–” Arago stood up, practically flipping his chair in the process. “That’s not true!”
“Let me fix you…”
Please.
Don’t cry.
Do. Not. Cry.
Jamie winced as the chair skidded across the floor, covering himself partially with the blanket and drawing in an unsteady breath. The oxygen machine hissed once more.
“Arago, don’t…”
I’m afraid of dying.
The yelling was more than enough to gain the nurse’s attention. Not to mention earlier they heard a loud thump coming from the Bennett’s kid room. “Excuse me? Is everything alright?” Said nurse saw a chair lying down on the floor and an albino man looking angry at the patient. “Sir?”
“Why?” Arago ignored the newcomer. “Jamie-- look at me.”
