Darcs

The Dust

So I'm watching iZombie and I just noticed something. The main character is a zombie named Liv Moore. Her mother's name is Eva, and her brother's name is Evan.

Live Moore
Eva Moore
Evan Moore....

Live more, Ever more, Even more.

I can't even handle these puns right now.

@Aeonumbra

Did she have a pet raven?

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Random story appeared!

TIL the Friends theme song is an apt description of my life

"We're out of food"

"What?"

"Were out of food, Darcs. Can you run up to the store and get us some?"

"We aren't out of food, we've got plenty of food--"

"We have, like, no food."

"We have SO MUCH food."

"Name me one dish I can make with the food we have."

"...Mashed potatoes and onions?"

"I DON'T WANT TO EAT MASHED POTATOES AND ONIONS."

"YOU SAID WE DIDN'T HAVE FOOD, WE HAVE PLENTY OF FOOD."

"5 POTATOES AND 3 ONIONS IS NOT PLENTY OF FOOD DARCS."

"IT'S SO MUCH PLUS WE HAVE OTHER STUFF."

"OH YEAH, LIKE?"

"JESUS CHRIST YOU DON'T WANT TO LOOK AROUND IN THE KITCHEN FOR FIVE SECONDS WE'VE GOT LIKE TEA AND CREAM OF WHEAT AND SOME CHEESE I THINK."

"THAT'S IT???"

"THAT'S IT? THAT'S PLENTY!"

"WE DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY MILK!"

"It's fiiiiiiiine..."

"DARCS YOU GO GET US FOOD RIGHT NOW."

"OR WHAT?"

"JUST GO YOU LAZY MOTHERFUCKER."

"Right, I'll just go and steal up some food."

"What?"

"WE'RE FUCKING POOR IN CASE YOU FORGOT."

"THEN GO GET A JOB!"

"YOU GET A JOB!"

"I HAVE A JOB YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT."

"THEN WHY AREN'T YOU BUYING FOOD WITH YOUR FANCY JOB MONEY YOU CAPITALIST BOURGEOIS SWINE?"

"OH MY GOD DARCS DON'T START WITH THIS."

"RIGHT, I SHOULD JUST GO GET A JOB. LET ME JUST GO GET MY JOB HELMET SO I CAN POP ON IN THE JOB CANNON AND BLAST OFF INTO JOB LAND, WHERE JOBS GROW ON JOBBIES!"

"I CARRIED YOU FOR NINE MONTHS AND RAISED YOUR SORRY ASS YOU UNAPPRECIATIVE BASTARD."

"OH WOW THANKS MOM."

"FUCK YOU DARCS."

"BELIEVE IT OR NOT I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS!... You know... being alive... I didn't ask you to bring me here!"

"..."

"...N-no one told me life was gonna be this way..."

EDIIIT: HOOOPE YOU GET BETTER

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

"Marvel at being Aquaman"

I see what you did there, cheeky.

Among the Ruined - Season 4

Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath interlaced with Chae's memories and Moksha's perspective

Lady Lazarus - Sylvia Plath

Chae - 5 points, Atlanta, Georgia - Halmonee Evelyn

10 Years ago

"I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it——"

"Madness?" Despite her age, Evelyn Ji Ryeŏn, still had the smokey voice of a Las Vegas lounge singer. As far as Chae was concerned, she may have been. The woman was a mystery dipped in an enigma wrapped in a truth obscuring fog. She tilted her head, and smiled politely, as if urging Chae to keep speaking.

"A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot"

"Well, um..." The 16 year old girl loved her grandmother--halmonee! That was the word she was supposed to be using, it was Korean. Chae had such great respect for her that she almost felt embarrassed revealing the reasons she had been exiled here for the weekend...

"A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen."

"It's okay, Chaelyn." It was eerie how she always knew what to say, like she could read thoughts or something. Her smile was always reassuring. As if any little thing that you might have bothering you whilst speaking with her... that it was okay. Evelyn moved to refill the teacup of her granddaughter, and for a while, the two simply sat in silence, the occasionally breeze giving life to distant wind chimes.

"Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?——"

"I don't know... I was just sad... They kept saying I was crazy and mad, but I just, like... I just..." Chae sniffled, "At first I thought they were worried for me? Y'know? But, it was actually like they were... I don't know! Like they were scared I was going to ruin their reputation or something!" She wiped an eye with her hand, "Can you believe that! I was bleeding... and... and they were just... they didn't even care that... I don't know..."

"You were in pain."

"The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day."

Chae looked down, "Yeah..." Another tear welled up and was quickly suppressed by the teenage girl, "Y'know, I actually wanted to... for a sec--" Her eyes widened as she registered what she was saying, "Nevermind!"

"Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me."

"Chae-kitty, it's okay!" Evelyn kept on flashing that understanding smile, "We don't have to talk about if you aren't comfortable with it." Another pause, filled with distant cars and idling chimes, "Although..."

"And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die."

Chae's head perked up with a sniffle, "Hmm?"

"This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade."

"Oh." Evelyn's eyes glittered playfully, "If you're curious... I was actually reading a poem a little earlier, you may like it..."

"What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see"

Moksha - I don't know this place isn't home I think - New Woman, she is very strange but nice. There is also a New Man. Where is the other Man?

"Them unwrap me hand and foot——
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies"

The other man is gone-- I hope he is okay! Meow.

"These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,"

But do I? I do not really know yet.
There is so much I don't really know.
I don't really know anything. Meow.

"Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident."

I do not think...? What if I do? Can I not know?
Is there a difference between knowing things and really knowing things?
This is making my head hurt? Does it even matter, meow?

"The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut"

Hmmmm... The things I do know are constantly expanding.
So are the things I really know I suppose.
As well as the things I do not know.
Take that as you will. Meow!

"As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls."

Meow Meow. I know the other man did not try to eat me--
this woman has not tried to eat me either!
I will say that I know those are good things.

"Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well."

My mother taught me that not getting eaten was a good thing.
Then she went and got gobbled up by the not people!
I am very sad about this. But being sad will not rule me--

"I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call."

Unless it does. But I will try not to let it--
my mother was sad about a lot of things, but she did not let sadness rule her.
She let hunger rule her. I am very hungry. Meow.

"It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.
It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.
It’s the theatrical"

I miss milk. Meow!
I hope the woman gives me more food soon.
Meoooowwwww....

"Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:"

The new woman is sad.
She is not my mother.
But instead of gobbling me up she gave me something to eat so I like her.
Meow.

"‘A miracle!’
That knocks me out.
There is a charge"

When we had the other man she made strange noises and jumped around.
But I think she was happy so I didn't complain.
She is not making strange noises anymore and she is sad.
I think I know this. Meow.

"For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart——
It really goes."

I hope she does not let that sadness rule her.
I know! Meow. I will purr loudly and rub myself over all of her things!
I will chase her sadness away like dogs. Meow!

"And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood"

I heard her and the new man after we got out of the crowd of gobblers.
I was there, she was holding me in her paws and I saw the new man.
The man I single pawedly saved from the vicious and stinky dogs.
He barked to her in their weird human tongue. Meow.

"Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy."

She got real tense and sad.
Then she tried running back to where we had just come from.
I jumped out of her arms because no way am I getting gobbled!
Meow.

"I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby"

My mom just got gobbled! The new man stopped her though.
But then she got really sad and quiet and still for a long time.
I went back to her then. Meow meow.

"That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern."

Now we are walking. Meow.
Well I am not walking.
I am being carried.
I just saved a man from being mauled by dogs and deserve to be carried.

"Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——"

The new man is taking us somewhere--
he speaks more than the other man. I like him.

"A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling."

I'm so glad I single pawedly saved him from the savage jaws of vicious savage canines that one time. Meow.

"Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware."

Meow.
Meow.
I hope she can stop being sad. I am hungry.

"Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air."

Chae, Moksha - Main st. Walker, LA - Ricky

Everything seemed dimmer. As if some permanent overcast had been shroud over the world-- months spent traveling, months spent together building a friendship, and for what? A small bite on the arm to end it all? They'd been through worse together-- but that didn't matter now. He was gone. He was just gone and she was completely powerless to do anything about it. It was all gone-- all that progress, all that talent and skill he'd possessed-- if things had stayed the same he'd have had his choice at any college with full sports scholarships. He was someone destined to succeed. So why had fate chosen him and not her? And why did she have a vague feeling that hurting herself would make some amends for it all.

Breath Chae...

A light purring came from her arms.

She broke down again. In the middle of the street. It didn't matter. She'd been crying for hours-- silent tears streamed down her eyes, and every now and again, she'd just break down. Ricky had long ago quit stopping to check on her each time she fell. She'd be fine. She was the failure-- the world didn't need her-- she was just a parasite. That's why she was alive. That's why she'd be fine. This loss...

It felt familiar.

Depression and apathy trekked through her being as the trio trekked... somewhere? Occasionally, Chae would glance down with vacant eyes at a map. Miguel was better at this.

It felt really familiar.

She remember the poem.

"A sort of walking miracle..." She muttered, "Peel off the napkin, my skin, do I terrify?" Eying a Walker in the distance, she continued, The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth, the sour breath... Will vanish in a day."

Ricky allowing her to be their navigator was really, not the best executive decision...

Drunk on her own melancholy, she continued, as she caught up to Ricky, her whispers grew louder, "Soon, soon! The flesh the grave cave ate will be at home on me. Me!" Her increasing volume gave way to giggles, "And I a smiling woman, not even thirty! And like the cat I have nine times to die!" She nuzzled against the kitten, tears wetting Moksha's fur while laughs pollute the air, "So God and Lucifer! Beware, beware! Out of the ash, I'll rise with my black hair, and eat men like air!"

She leaned against Ricky as she finished her rendition of the poem, laughing and crying.

"Walker!" She parroted, reading a sign, "What a fitting name!" A sigh, she backed off the man, "Think they got, like, a liquor store?"

The Dust

If my post seems short remember that picture is worth like 1,000 words.

(Updated Lucania's appearance)

The Dust

Around 2:30 PM, Russel City 'Underground'

"And..." Mystification tinged Lucania's eyes, a hand came to cover her mouth as she took in the painting, "What is it that I'm looking at here?"

"Confusion, perhaps?" The woman next to her, a small woman dressed in all black, spoke with a sultry French accent. She was an attendant, of sorts... she was the matron of this lobby area of The Underground... a 'specialty fashion superette' Lucy had recommended-- Apparently, if you had the ammo, and you wanted to become a different person, these were the experts. How Lucy had contacts here, Lucania figured, was information best left private.

"Confusion?" Her eyes grew murkier by the second. The woman in black wasn't wrong, Lucania certainly was confused.

Christ, the entire way The Underground operated confused her! It was raining outside! She wanted professional help transforming her appearance to make leaving Russel easier-- and then it starts raining! She wasn't sure what was going on! Leoluca was nowhere to be found, Lucy would be headed to Serenity within the hour, her Windcaller had been abducted as soon as the fashionistas of the establishment saw his state of dress... she was alone, and confused in the lobby of an establishment she had been informed would serve her purposes. SO far, she had been met with... perplexing rhetoric.

She supposed the painting was no exception.

"Confusion is good, Mademoiselle Castalia."

"Is it?" Pulling attention away from the seemingly random, yet thoughtfully formed shapes of vibrant color, Lucania turned to the woman in black, "I'm not sure it's either good or bad."

"It is what you feel, no?"

"I suppose so."

"Why?"

"Why do I feel that confusion isn't inherently good, or why am I confused?"

"Why are you confused, Mademoiselle Castalia?"

"You are aware that water is falling from the sky, miss...?"

"Somme--"

Something clicked in Lucania's mind, "Oh! Like the battle?"

"Oui."

A smirk replaced the contemplation on Lucania's face, "So, Miss Somme, is that the pseudonym you give everyone?"

"No..." She chuckled, taking a moment to light herself a cigarette, "Such tests are reserved only for my most illustrious subjects."

Several bits of that sentence stuck out to Lucania immediately-- that she was being tested was perhaps the most disconcerting bit, but there was also the fact that apparently, at least to this woman, criminal heiresses were considered 'illustrious.' Lucania couldn't tell if she felt honored or not... "Subjects?" Despite her confusion's gradual transformation into frustration, she found herself enthralled--

"Oui. You are my subject, Mademoiselle Castalia."

"Subject...?" Lucania parroted the woman's voice, "Like, Gaen experiment subject?"

"Mmmm..." The french woman muttered to herself, "Bright... not horribly good at deduction..."

"I'm sorry?"

"My name."

"Somme?"

"You already determined that wasn't my name, no?"

"I suppose, but then--"

"How did you determine that I was giving you a false name?"

"You're... French?" Lucania shrugged, "And the Battle of the Somme was fought in France?"

"Hmm..." The woman blew out a stream of smoke, "And how did you know about the battle?"

Lucania chuckled, "I must have read about it somewhere."

The woman sucked in air through her teeth, before tossing away the cigarette and slapping Lucania. Pain spread across her face fast, her eyes went wide as hands immediately shot up to apply pressure to the area of contact-- it was a light slap-- but it was an alien sensation to Lucania, combined with the surprise of the blow, the stinging pain persisted.

"What the hell, lady!?" There was a controlled edge to her voice.

"My subjects do not rely on luck!" Was the French woman's reply, her eyes held the fury of some vengeful god and her voice had the quality of an angry mother. Lucania couldn't help but feel a distinct childlike fear, "It is no wonder you failed to see past the lies of your companion."

Lucania tilted her head, "Wait, what?"

"The man you were with." The woman answered, lighting herself another fashion cigarette, "He goes by a false name."

"How do you know?"

For her query, Lucania was rewarded with another slap across the face.

"This is my craft! My ART! You foolish child! You dare question my expertise!?"

"No!" Her hands left her reddened cheek to clasp together as she did something of a bow before the woman, "No, no, no! Never!" Lucania rose, "It's just... I didn't know, is all!"

"How could you?" She took a drag, "You see the world as you wish it, not as it is."

"I'm..." More confusion, "...sorry?"

"Don't be!" The French woman chuckled, "You'll make a perfect canvas!"

"Canvas? I thought I was a subject?"

"You were, now you will be my canvas-- I will create you into something..." The woman vouged, "Even more illustrious!"

"Like..." Lucania's eyes ventured again to the painting, "...that?"

"Exactly!" The woman took a drag, "Do you know what this piece is called?"

"No, ma'am."

"Oh, I think you'll find it's very fitting for what you need!"

"Interesting."

"It's an Old World piece, titled 'Commitment to a New Idea,'"

History repeats itself. A hand came to cover Lucania's mouth as she took in the painting, colors striking even more vivid as her life under one name would soon give way to a newer one-- even if only temporarily.

Lucania tilted her head, eyes gleaming golden, "How very post-modernist."

"Oui! Shall we go get you changed Mademoiselle Castalia?"

Matching her voice, Lucania replied, "Oui, Mademoiselle Somme.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

@Darcs The mystery remains unsolved.

My Hider

If anything, that would be my alternate account - given our post count. Yet that account has been here longer. How you linked such contradicting statistics, such varying personalities, as interger to your sum - is the real mystery here.

@71342

<Snipped quote by Darcs>

Why does everyone think that every crotchety old man is me in disguise. There are other crotchety old men.

What, do crotchety old men look the same to you?!

<Snipped quote by 71342>

And this is totally not me trying very hard to suppress all thoughts of correlation between me and 7-whatever.

Definitely, most certainly not.

@Tenish the Mighty

Yeah sure whatever, 73n12h.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

71342 are you just Tenish's alternate account? I think I solved the mystery y'all.

The Dust

Cops is busy so our collab is on hold atm. I'm working on postmodernist filler that will explain what Bento and Lucania are doing (spoilers; they're getting disguises) before the meeting that happens before the thing at 4.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

@SpawnlingGasps in shock!

I used the words right! I kind of went Shakespeareing and deriving new words from some old ones though. Which definitions do you need?