Heart Game (Continued)

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[There's nothing]

[Nothing]

[Nothingnothingnothingnothingnothing]

[Isn't that wonderful though?]

Heart Prep | Sign in for SCORED runs | Chumroll | MEMO, oh god | Passive Skills (PLEASE FILL OUT, true godtiers can wait, but need Faketiers when you enter) | Mechanics

IRC: #Voidheart. Plurk pings: Alwaysterrible.

Original Heart Post

ENTER | CHUMROLL CONTINUED | BEDROOM | BREATH | TIME | SPACE | LIFE 1 LIFE 2 | BLOOD 1 BLOOD 2 | MIND | DOOM 1 DOOM 2 | RAGE 1 RAGE 2 | HOPE

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Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Solely because it's the Only Positive Warmth so...]

[No blood hidden under this one.]

[There is, however, a black cat in a suit.]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[HELLO JASPERS

Is the cat alive?]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[...no.]

[That is very much a dead cat.]

[):]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[Oh how sad.

Can he reach said dead cat?]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Yes he can.]

[Warmth. Something living and won't try to eat you and feels warm and soft. A constant companion, something else to move in the house, the father of all the cats you have. A best friend in the flesh.]

[But he was lost and you can't even remember how.]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[....Oh that's REALLY sad.

Glancing back around the room, contemplating another idea. Is the mountain of pillows still in the corner?]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Yes it is!]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[Gonna go grab one!]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[1xPillow]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[Okay, benefit of one less item having emotional implications.

Pillow + dead cat carefully put on top, arranged on the bed. MORBID SORTA. No need to hide a beloved friend in the shadows, Roxy.]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Pillows are pillows man.]

['^']

[A ping, a desire.]

[Always wanted to have a funeral.]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[Then let's focus an equal sympathy on that. He wishes he could have had a chance to bury his parents. To bury Van. To bury Mary. To let them have some final resting place, instead of being lost to Hod or Eldrant's destruction.

Dead cat will get a coffin. Cat sized coffin, of course, still on the bed.]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Oh yeah, that's a lot of sympathy.]

[It's not about morbidity, it's about remembering. Honoring them. Because they existed and that existence deserved to be acknowledged.]

[Be it a cat, or a person, they deserve it.]

[Cat is in a coffin and the pain is...eased somewhat.]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[Amen, sister. Especially when you're one of the only ones (if not THE only one) left to remember them.

Goodnight, sweet nameless cat.

Can he see out any of the room's windows? Non-voidy-weird windows, anyway.]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[B-basically...]

[You see a tree.]

[You are...honestly not sure why you have a window connected to a tree. You haven't remembered that yet, but it makes you hopeful. So there are SOME plants on the planet. And somewhere there is a tree that you found. You wonder how far you had to swim for it, but still.]

[It's life. It's life on a dead world and maybe that MEANS something, you want it to mean something so badly.]

[It is being shown through a voidy window, because there's no trees in her Neighborhood.]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[Hello, tree.

It's a small, delicate flicker of hope, one that he doesn't want to mess with. So he'll leave the window be and finally exit the room, walking to the other side of the hall.

Two doors here, right?]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Small, desperate hope, yes.]

[Yes. And there's still crying behind one.]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[Opening that door, then.]

Roxy?

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Welcome to pumpkin observatory]

[Crying seems to be coming from the other side of the room, other side of the pumpkins.]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[....That is a lot of pumpkins.

Trying to. Step through them. Without making a mess.]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Don't give too much, they don't have self control, you're the only one who can watch the moderation. There's only so much you can get at once, but always have a reserve for the bad times. Careful, careful, careful, you're the only one who can do this, you're all alone in this effort.]

[And on the other side of the pumpkins is Roxy.]

[Who looks to be only about five years old, crying into her knees.]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[.....oh. Oh no, this isn't small feral child, is it...

As soon as he sees her, he lowers himself down, makes himself smaller a good distance away

then gives a quiet whistle to get her attention.]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[She jumps and looks at him, startled.]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[Palms up, quiet, not moving towards her and not looking at her directly, using his peripheral instead.

Slowly, carefully, he's taking out the blanket from before, folding it over one arm as he shows it to her, his free hand making a motion down from his eyes. You were crying. Do you want to feel better?]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[She's still at first, uncertain, still curled up.]

[She sniffles and rubs at her eyes, and there's words there. She wasn't crying that much. Just...maybe something in her eyes.]

[After all, his tonal hearing has been shit for the heart, but there is a reason for the boost in body language reading.]

[But then she looks at the blanket, an arm moving towards it, and she's a far worse liar like this, because there is longing, wanting, and a question. Did he really want to help her?]