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 heart is GOLD & my hands are COLD } BWO, tag: mort and sam
mary reanne doyle
 Posted on: Dec 25 2016, 03:25 PM
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This was a terrible idea. She thought she could help here, but instead she just got herself into more trouble. Wasn't that the way of it, though? She was always getting herself into more and more trouble.

The forest was on fire. Smoke clouded the sky above and curled downwards in a terrible arc to smother everything below it. The fire raged and raged and sought only to destroy. Mary had just wanted to make sure people got out safely. She did so much research on the Portal, she thought she could help. She was a foolish child, like always. And now instead of saving people, she was in need of being saved.

"Maybe just a little magic," she wheezed, face buried in her arm, watery hazel eyes looking around but all she could see was fire. Fire and Darkness and Death. Maybe she could enhance the trees around her to resist burning. It wouldn't be hard. Just a tweak of their genetics ---- something she had done a million times.

Her hands raised and her eyes glowed pink, and she could have swore she felt a hand around her wrist, trying to stop her, but she ignored it. A trick of her mind. But, as soon as she reached out with her magic to the nearest tree, she wished she had listened to that trick of her mind. Because all she felt was pain.

It was white-hot and it burned her insides, and she could feel herself screaming. It felt like she was burning alive, she could feel the flesh melting, and the bones breaking. All she could do was scream, scream, scream ---- and then it stopped. Her magic was cut off by something, perhaps a failsafe in her mind? (If she had been paying more attention, perhaps she would've noticed the faint glow of green around her hand that canceled the pink.)

Her knees gave out and hit the ground painfully, and she could do nothing but sit there, tears streaming down her face, chest heaving with the effort to keep herself alive. So she was stuck here. And she was going to die here. It was then that Mary realized there was a dark pool growing on her hands. Blood. She was bleeding. A shaking hand found the source as her nose and she almost laughed.

"Leave it to me to die in the worst way possible," she spoke shakily, curls dropping to cover her face.

"Do not worry, duckling. This is not your day to die. Is it, Frankenstein?"

"You are never wrong, Sadistic! We may not be coporeal anymore, but we are still a force to be reckoned with."

"And how shall we save our little duck from death, darling?"

"Why! By asking Death, of course!"

The conversation was an echo, a soft whisper that Mary couldn't hear. Especially not when she was defeatedly crumpled on the ground. She thought she heard the ghostly twinkle of a clink far, far away, but she didn't let herself hear it, didn't let herself hope.

But her parents are very clever, and very determined to keep her safe from all danger. Which explains their passage into the Real World of San Francisco, and into the mortuary where they knew they would find Death.

Materializing, the Married Mediums made sure they were completely within his view. (It could be said that they wholly approved of his friendship with their daughter. After all, who is a better friend than Death himself?)

Sadie Doyle managed a small, tight lip smile before speaking. "Death, darling. We are sorry to intrude----"

"No, we are not!" came Frank's curt interruption, voice sounding more jovial than it should.

"Well, no, we are not sorry. Our daughter is in trouble. And without your help, ironically, she will die."

"And I have protected that child for too long to have her bested by a forest fire! But we can only do so much for her, seeing as we are, you know, dead."

"Very, very dead. And we would like it if Mary stayed very, very alive."

and the fires burn brighter and longer
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mortimer aeron wynter
 Posted on: Dec 26 2016, 12:10 AM
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Normally when there were bodies to tend to Mort was left to his own devices. The attendants that helped to run the rest of the parlor and deal with the actual funerals didn't really like being anywhere near him while he worked. So aside from him and the heart attack victim on the slab in front of him, plus the two or so corpses waiting for viewing/prep in another room. The place was empty. The mortuary probably should have been as dead silent as the grave, but instead ACDC was blasting out over the speakers as he bopped his head to the beat. Occasionally belting out a verse or spinning across the room to get to one of his tools.

Normally he ignored about 90% of the spirits that came through his work. Many of them lingered only long enough to watch their own funerals and be on their way, most didn't really want anyone to talk to. The place was packed with the ghostly dead on any given day considering not only its purpose but the fact that he was a beacon. He'd learned to ignore most of them, but then the Doyles were hardly the sort of spirits someone could ignore. "Don't have to be pushy, you know." He's already setting down the tool he'd been holding, flicking the radio off with his free hand. The sudden silence made him cringe.

He seemed almost calm, though he could feel something he guessed was anxiety twisting in his stomach. Human emotions were still kind of hit or miss, but he guessed that's what it was. Worry maybe. Worry was new, familiar, but still new. He'd come to realize that the nature of having human friends ( even magically inclined, witchy ones ) meant that he'd almost always be worrying. Mary, forest fire, dying. These are not the sorts of words he liked hearing anywhere near each other. Ever. "You coming, or are you going to keep Mrs. Owenbaucher company?" Of course by then he was already half gone.

Blinking out of the funeral home, then to the bridge, to step across. It took a lot more out of him then he would have liked. If he didn't cross and get his full powers back he'd have wavered on his feet; complexion growing instantly pale and dead enough to rival the old woman he'd left behind on his worktable. Instead he stood tall, not really bothering to waste time to try and orient himself. Obviously the portal wouldn't behave like a decent, whatever it was, and drop him off in the right location. There was chaos going on, he could feel people dying, but it wasn't a forest fire so he honestly didn't care right now. Instead he tried to reach out, searching for a familiar soul and latching onto it like a child hugging a balloon. Not that the analogy wasn't too off-base. Human souls when they sensed death on the horizon began to rise like they were slowly being released.

He wasn't going to let this soul go anywhere.

Turning his head from one side to another, he willed himself towards where she was. Forced the world to shift under him until he was surrounded by flames and dying trees and wildlife. Beneath his hood the skeletal eyes almost seemed to widen at the raging inferno that surrounded him. Goddammit but disasters always did make a sense of thrill rattle his bones.

Now is not the time Mort. Now is not the time. "Mary?" He could see her, through the smoke and disaster. Moving forward, he turned to crouch in front of her, scythe in one hand while the other reached forward to rest against her arm. A gesture that wasn't just holding on to her physically, but to her soul in case it was going to try any funny business. His hood fell back and rather then the skeletal face he normally wore in this world it was the human one the portal had granted him, even if the hand that reached for her remained far less than human. "Mary, are you okay? Can you hear me?" Not really sure if etiquette meant he was supposed to wait for a response or not, he was already tugging her close enough that he could encircle her with the arm that held his scythe. Shielding her from the flames and smoke as he did. "It's gonna get a little cold...but I think that might feel like an improvement."

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mary reanne doyle
 Posted on: Dec 26 2016, 03:31 AM
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aw mort ;O;
Breathing was becoming hard. At one point, Mary tried to stand up, but her legs wouldn't support her weight. Apparently her misadventure with magic left her weaker than she thought. But, she couldn't just give up, could she? Her parents had taught her that much. Don't give up. Don't give in. Don't ever stop. And she couldn't now. But, her body was betraying her and she could tell. Her mind kept popping up all the warnings and signs of smoke inhalation. So helpful.

She tried to push herself up onto her feet, but it only ended with her crumpling back downwards, with a strangled gasp. The air was getting thin, especially with all the flame in the air. Deep breath and she was left coughing. All it seemed like she could do was cough. Her chest hurt. Her skin hurt. It was so hot that she was sure that she didn't have any more sweat to produce. Which would lead to dehydration. Crying didn't help. But she couldn't stop.

She wanted to go home.

Someone was saying her name and she struggled to concentrate. Hand. Pressure on her arm. Aura. Familiar aura. But, was she just imagining him because she wanted to go home? She had delusions like this before. Hazel eyes were burning from the smoke and exhaustion but focused on his face easily. Mort. Actually Mort. Actually here. (She would address the why and how later.)

Before she could answer, he was pulling her close and she gratefully sank against him, just in time to press a hand against her lips as another coughing fit overcame her. "I'm.... f-fine. For now." For now. It was the haunting 'not yet' of her realizing just how much damage the smoke was doing, how much damage her mistake had dealt her. She could still feel the fire burning under her skin, and the screaming in her mind. "Why's it gonna get cold?"

Ah, well, she was forever curious. A fatal flaw.

and the fires burn brighter and longer
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mortimer aeron wynter
 Posted on: Dec 27 2016, 05:23 AM
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He could feel so much death around them, it energized him. Made him feel almost like a fire himself and someone just added gasoline. A reminder why he enjoyed disasters so much, they fueled him the way a protein bar or an energy drink might. It could cloud his mind if he let it. It'd be so easy to sit here as the flames consumed around them, and just take it all in. Not just what was happening here, but what he could feel happening all over the animated world. If it wasn't for the gentle reminder of a soul flickering against his hand, and the itch he felt as her name etched itself into his list.

Instead he shifted, head shaking to dislodge the clouded feeling he could sense already starting to settle. Chuckling, he grinned "Getting touched by death is always cold." His cloak wrapped tighter around them both and he considered his options. They couldn't stay here but it wasn't like the rest of the world was faring any better. There were disasters spread out to every corner of the globe. He could take her back across the portal but that would involve trying to pinpoint where it was at that particular second, and he'd rather not sit here taking his time feeling around blindly.

Sighing visibly, he forced the world around them to alter. As his arm fell away from her the forest was gone and the fire with it. In its place was a long slender hallway that seemed to stretch on into infinity, doors lining both sides. "Don't get too comfortable, we're only here until I figure out where that stupid portal is." He huffed, and his hand pulled away from her arm, skeletal fingers clacking briefly until until their image flickered and they were covered in skin again. "This place isn't meant for living people, and well-I just don't like being here anymore." For now it was quiet, but he was already starting to hear the distant sound of the souls pinpointing where he was. It wouldn't take long before they sensed he was here and came flooding through trying to look for him.

Turning to her his brows furrowed, lips pressing together in a frown. Body bending slightly so he could study her face. "How bad is it? I can feel your name, it's starting to- that's not a good thing."

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mary reanne doyle
 Posted on: Dec 27 2016, 02:32 PM
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well color her terrified and curious
Right. Right. Piles of literature flickered through her mind. An eidetic rush of every thing she had ever read about Death, and that just made her worried. He was supposed to be cold. So, why wasn't she cold? All she could feel was hot, when she wasn't feeling the echoes of the screaming forest around her. If anything, it was a relief: mentally and physically. Something to concentrate on. An anchor. A hand raised to swipe at her nose, which left a bright red mark against her skin, but at least it wasn't dripping anymore. (She would have to look into this. Maybe Iris would know? Or one of her father's books?)

But, she wasn't so lost in her own mind that she didn't notice the world around her changed. It was jarring. Not because of moving in space, but because the air was suddenly clean. It was jarring enough to make her start coughing again. Mary couldn't even appreciate the place they were in like she wanted, because her lungs were intent upon expelling the smoke inside. Which just led to more red decorating her fingers as she pressed her hands against her lips. Good job, we've upgraded to coughing up blood! Ten points to Ravenclaw.

But, it lasted only a moment and she was soon breathing deeply and, while it burned, it didn't hurt. It wasn't smoke, and it wasn't technically bad for her. Good. Better. What she didn't immediately realize was the absence of the pain she had somehow gotten used to. The screaming in her skin, the wails in her mind, they were gone. She had been still connected to the forest. She had no idea.

"You can feel my name?" she echoed softly, voice barely above a raspy breath. Oh. Oh. She knew what that meant, didn't she? Panic was the first thing to set in, but she managed to clamp it down. At least she could pretend her hands were shaking because she was scared. Instead, Mary just curled her arms around her stomach and stared downwards. She didn't want to look up. Didn't want to see his reaction to what she looked like. "I'm not unconscious, so I would call that a win in the living corner. Mort, how----" Coughing broke up her words before she shook her head, determined to finish.

This time she did look up, golden hazel eyes bright in a pale complexion, outlined in red. "How did you know? You came right to me. How... How in all of the universe did you know?" Her voice was still weak, still raspy, but with the absence of fire around her, she was feeling better. It would take days to recover, but... she was curious.

Because she didn't tell anyone where she was going.

and the fires burn brighter and longer
WHAT KATY DID

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mortimer aeron wynter
 Posted on: Feb 3 2017, 10:44 PM
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It was so strange to feel concerned. To reach out and put a hand on her back, as she coughed. Brows stitching together as he waited it out. Once upon a time he would never have cared. Not out of any sense of malice, but simply because it was not in his nature to worry about whether someone died or not. Death was not meant to be a punishment regardless of what humanity thought. It was a natural part of existence and he'd always accepted it as such. Even though fundamentally his stance on this hadn't changed or altered in the slightest, there were a handful of people he found himself suffering for. Even his own dog, who'd been dead since he'd found him, was kept alive because Mort couldn't bring himself to let go. He wasn't sure if that was a part of who he was meant to be, or if he was still fucking up some sort of design somewhere. But Mary was on that short list of people he'd protect and even save from, well...himself.

The coughing stopped, but the concern that it had sparked remained. He hovered as close as he dared, wishing not for the first time that there was something more substantial he could do. Being able to heal people would be wonderful just about now.

"Yeah..." He took a moment to lift his arm, tugging back the black fabric of his cloak. His forearm was up and exposed to her and for a second the pale skin just above his wrist held her name. It was small, not deep, but angry and red like a fresh wound. "It'll be okay though. You're not going anywhere. Plus this is kind of where everyone goes...and you're already here, so it'd be a little anticlimactic." He offered her a smile, his best attempt at one anyway. He could hear them now. The souls. Their screams as they zeroed in on his location. If he didn't find the portal soon they'd be swarmed and he'd be useless, like last time. Flooded by their need, their agony, and all sorts of unpleasant things he didn't want to think about. He did not want to fall apart in front of Mary. She still needed him, so he steeled himself up and turned a bit away. Focusing his energies out into the world to find the portal, and shielding his face from her in case panic started to set in on his features.

Her next question did make him glance back. "It was...um." Did she know? He suddenly couldn't remember if she did or not, and he wavered wondering if he should come up with some lie.

They didn't have time for lies though, and his face set momentarily. "It was your parents. They came to tell me. They've kind of been hanging around you...a lot."

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mary reanne doyle
 Posted on: Oct 9 2017, 01:33 PM
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Sharp eyes focused on her name 'Mary Doyle' emblazened on his skin, and suddenly she wasn't feeling so hot anymore. It was replaced by an unearthly chill, something she had never felt in all of her life. She could have died. She almost died. That was the proof. If he hadn't come when he had, she would have been a goner. And it would have been all her fault. No one knew where she went, what she was doing, or where to find her should she not return! She'd be another nameless casualty of the Darkness, swept under the rug. Mary was tempted to reach forward and touch the angry red mark, but she found it hard to urge her body to do anything but sit. It was like she was frozen to the spot, unable to act.

"Well, I am anything but anti-climatic," she whispered, shaking her head. Speaking of her head, it felt full to the brim with fog and pain, and when she tried to alleviate it with a small spell, she found that the attempt left her nerves on fire. It was like hitting a cut that had barely healed. Infection level red hot pain that left her sick for a moment. Well, if there was a magic muscle, she had definitely hurt it. No magic for a while. Or at least, not in this world. How terrible had things gone that she could not even use her magic? It was such an integral piece of her now that she couldn't imagine living without it. Even if she had gone nearly two decades without one single spell.

"My parents? Where are they, then? They're not the type to hid----" Her voice cut off suddenly, the hope that filled the words turning cold in her throat. They've been hanging around you ... a lot. Hanging around her. She would have noticed. She always noticed, even when they tried to be sneaky. Frank couldn't hide from her, and Sadie never tried to. So, why would they now? The answer was simple: they weren't hiding, button.

The moment her magic disconnected from the trees on fire came flooding back to her in painstaking detail. Flash of green encompassing her hand, her own magical glow until it was gone. Frank's magic was green. Which meant....

"No. No, no no no no no," her throat closed up, disallowing anymore words to escape as the sob built in her chest. She was too dehydrated to cry, but the sobs came anyway. Mary had spent so much time trying to find them, trying to save them, and on some level she knew: she knew they were gone, they would have found her by now. But the confirmation of a fear was so much worse. It hurt so much worse. It hurt more than the smoke inhalation, than the almost-death, than anything she had experienced thus far. The only people who wanted her were gone. And she didn't even get to say goodbye.

It was all she could do just to curl herself up, face buried deep into her knees, arms painfully tight around her legs to bring them to her chest. She didn't know what to do. What to say. What to think. She wanted to disappear. For a moment, just the breath of a moment, she considered the fancy that she would have rathered die in the forest.

At least she'd be with Frank and Sadie.

and the fires burn brighter and longer
WHAT KATY DID

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mortimer aeron wynter
 Posted on: Oct 12 2017, 08:50 PM
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Oh, oh he shouldn't have done that. He shouldn't have said anything. Regret is new. Regret tastes sour and makes his chest feel heavy and uncomfortable. How did he not remember she didn't know? He'd toss his brain for an answer but that was eons upon eons of information- and the screaming.

Gods the screaming was getting louder now wasn't it?

Regret was making him shake, the screaming was making him lose focus. There was a tremor in his hands as he pulled his sleeves back down to hide her name, amber eyes wide and dancing wildly from one side of the corridor to the other. This was great, this was going fine. He'd saved her...but at what cost? Watching her crumble to the ground and curl into herself Mort wanted nothing more then to kneel in front of her and offer what little semblance of comfort he could manage. How many souls had he soothed over the years after all?

Except those people were dead and she wasn't.

She could have been. Maybe even should have been

The living were complicated. You can say that a soul was a soul whether it had a beating heart or not, but he couldn't fuck up with a soul. He couldn't give them the wrong advice or say the wrong thing. Souls had only one place to go and one thing left to do...the living had time stretching out before them. Short blips of it maybe, but it was there and anything he said or tried to do affected that future in some way. Twisted their fates. The pressure of that made the usually talkative entity silent and uncertain.

For a moment he just stood there, torn. Attention focused on her until the screaming was too much. Not just screaming. It was a sensation too: a flood of agony and rage that made his body spasm and a cry of pain surge unbidden to his lips.

He turned away from her, focused his consciousness outward. Desperately grasping at the world until he could find the portal. "I'm sorry Mary, I'm so so sorry."

The urge to vanish from this plain of existence was as strong as it had been that day. He couldn't remember if he'd thought of anyone but himself until he'd found his way across the portal and away from all this. Not Light or Darkness, not Life, and not even Fate who'd been first on his mind for so long. So when he felt that familiar opening between the worlds he had to fight to turn back towards his friend.

He is not Death anymore. Death would leave, Death would be selfish.

Crouching to her level, he reached for her, placed his hands on her shoulder and his forehead against the top of her head. "You shouldn't have found out this way I'm so sorry-" His entire body was trembling, vibrating, and the screams were so loud in his head. It felt like that's all he was; just screams and pain, and anger. So much anger- at him. "We're going back home now, okay?"

He couldn't stay here much longer, it was all the warning he gave before they were vanishing from the place that had been his home. Leaving the long corridor behind, and appearing in an open field just as the swirling arch blinked into existence.

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