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[onerthes]

It's been just over a week and a half, old man.

You've formulated opinions. I know you. So, let's chat. I've got coffee set out at my place, and the furniture's not awful. What do you say?

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[Reaper had definitely stalked the people who he was most familiar with. He had made a list of where they lived. Now that all his memories were intact, he could appreciate Vira giving him a ring.]

Coffee sounds like a good way to lure me out of my gothic bedroom. You want cookies?

Text; un: darkness

[survivalthroughhate]

It appears they're going to be showing horror movies at a club somewhere in this city. Assuming neither of us lose our minds or die a most painful death, would you like to go one night?

[It's been a while since they had a nice date night together. After all, they gotta keep the spark alive after a year together!]

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That's much quieter than our last date.

[The fighting arena they had participated in.]

I would be inclined to see a movie with you. Do you have a particular one that you're interested in? There's quite the list.

Video: UN - Runeseeker

[onerthes]

I'm checking in, old friend. Something seems to be growing sentiments of loneliness. I'm not entirely immune, but you know how I am. Surround myself with a crowd to avoid the feelings coming in to roost...

[Ahem]

How are you holding up? Meet for black sludge in the Cellar Door some day? Any day but the 22nd is free. That, I fear I have reserved for myself, heh. Well, myself and a certain someone.

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[no_reload]

[He was seated in some kind of room, the walls painted a deep gray. His gloves were off and so was his mask, and if she looked closely, she might see that he was actually clad in a gray t-shirt.]

No one is immune, I don't think. I've been feeling it too. [He sighed heavily.] I miss the people who aren't here.

[He was less willing to throw himself into crowds.]

Sure. I'm trying to stave off my addiction to hitting up the fighting rings. A certain someone?

[onerthes]

Oh... I'll admit that I'm starting to get in a little deep. I...

[There was a pause. She hadn't said this to anyone, but...]

I haven't even slept with her, Reaper. That probably tells you how seriously I'm taking this whole thing. We've kissed, obviously, but yeah. I'm in a little deep I'll admit. She's... kind of amazing in her own way.

{AHEM]

Let's do the whole critiquing people. That sounds like a fine time for us to do, sitting on a porch somewhere and gabbing about awful costumes while sipping cider. Where do you want to meet?

[no_reload]

[Reaper made a noise that combined exasperation and amusement because he liked to think he knew Vira enough to understand that when she dated, she always went hard into it. That was just her way, and he respected it more than he ever let on. He was far more tentative.]

A little... [He parroted back at her.] Oh geez, you've given her a blood gem but you haven't given her an orgasm. You're in far deeper than even I thought... and you realize that some consider you amazing as well?

[Not him. That's too much of a compliment. Even if she was amazing. Nothing to hear over here.]

I haven't not been able to let loose on anyone's costumes in a long time. This will bring me great comfort and joy. It's like an old hobby.

[Then he randomly adds:]

You and your girlfriend should do a double date with Maul and I. What could possibly go wrong?

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[onekindsoul]

Hey.

Text me when you're alive again. I just want to check in on you after what happened with Lance.

One death threat means you're okay. Two means you're not.

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Check in on my health or check in to see if I'm about to jump out of bed to go and commit murder?

Because the answer is always murder.

[No, he's lying and trolling. He's pretty bored stuck in bed the last few days.]

[onerthes]

...

Chara is back. I'm sure you know. We've been talking.

[She shivered and clutched herself] God, it's hard to get close to them. I worry that it will take too long again. But I know better than to push too hard. They'll just stab me and run.

[no_reload]

I've heard, yes. No doubt them and I will have a confrontation or two. They have a death wish bigger than mine, which is impressive.

[He knew that Chara was a touchy subject and that Vira had made a lot of headway with Chara over the first time. Reaper had not been impressed himself, and he doubted that would be changing now.]

If you want, I'll hold them down and you can force your love and care upon them until they give in.

Christmas Delivery

[lightthedarkness]

[Wrapped up in a bright red and white box is a plate of bought snowflake cookies and a pair of skeleton wrists bracelets.

Attached is a note with a little rabbit doodle:]

Happy Holidays!
Love,
Usagi

Action; Backdated to Christmas

[survivalthroughhate]

[Knowing that Reaper had some issues with Christmas, Maul was determined to make sure he wasn't alone on the day of the holiday or sat around brooding for too long. After he woke up late from slipping into people's homes all nights, he went outside, and saw Reaper was there on the roof as usual. He invited him into the house.]

Come, come in. I got you some gifts again this year.

[The novelty of Christmas still had yet to wear off for the Zabrak and he was excited about what he'd gotten his mate this year. Last year's Christmas had been one for him to definitely remember and he was certain this one would be good, though perhaps not quite as spectacular as their first together.]

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[Reaper had been avoiding Christmas more than ever this year; he had made it a point to limit the time he spent on anything this month. He didn't fault anyone else for being so excited about the date and the festivities, but he was especially hateful of the holiday this year compared even to the others.

He missed his family more than ever. His son and the grandson he had met only fleetingly upon birth. He had expected to try to rebuild this year with Disaster House, but that had gone bust, so he just plain resented everything.

Yet, he knew Maul would be excited. There was a simple pleasure in discovering gift giving and how it brightened people's day that it seemed that his lover had discovered and was fully into. It was very selfless, which was to be encouraged. He had prepared himself for such an event that Maul couldn't find his house - didn't have one - and still insisted on celebrating.

He sighed when the Zabrak found him nearby and roused himself from his brooding spot to make the translocation over. Crouton had been lurking nearby and jogged over to try to get in on the action, which meant headbutting them both and snapping at their feet.]

You know you don't have to give me gifts, Maul. It's not expected.

Audio - UN: Runeseeker

[onerthes]

[She pinched the bridge of her nose. No, she wasn't going to address this directly. She'd burn a bridge she didn't want to burn. Reaper, however, was more sensible than his lover. She could talk with him.]

Please tell me that Maul can be talked down. It's difficult to try and avoid the cycles of violence repeating with him, given the way that this world operates.

(OOC: not sure what just happened there. It ended up in the wrong spot.)

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[no_reload]

[Reaper actually chuckled at her coming to him. It wasn't entirely unexpected, though he thought most people still went through Usagi when it came to Maul's violent tendencies. Probably the most pleasant personality and all that.]

He can be, I'm sure. However, they did violate his ability to defend himself and others with a spell he couldn't break until desperation set in. that whole thing was a mess in and of itself.

If those magic-casters didn't see how working with Maul to curb the tendencies and then slowly remove the barrier of the spell once he was given opportunity to rehabilitate, they have put targets on them and those around them.

Action; Beginning of February

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul had come to face some hard truths about himself after being put back together. One of them was that part of him, however much he didn't want it to be so, was in love with Obi-Wan. Knowing it was better to be honest than hide this and have it forced into the light later on, he invited Reaper over to his home for a talk.

As he waited, Maul kept playing around with the ruby stud Reaper had pierced into his right ear while he'd been out in a coma. It still hurt like hell but the earring was growing on him. He was still fiddling with it when Reaper arrived.]

I have something to tell you and I think you're not going to like it.

[no_reload]

[Reaper, of course, brought Crouton who lay down in the front yard like a mountain of angry flesh and blocked most of the entrance because that's the kind of asshole Crouton was. He knew how to get around the beast and slipped inside, at first pleased to see that Maul had been reformed and seemed in good health. That had been quite the adventure, but at least the spell was broken.

He tilted his head at the immediate start to the conversation, and those were never good. He never found Maul was going to butter him up when it was bad news, which was a trait that he appreciated. In this case, he might not appreciate the news one way or another, but for now, he gave his lover the benefit of the doubt. He didn't have enough information to go on.]

Go on.

[He made a point of not sitting down, but so far, his posture was loose and mostly relaxed.]

Mid-to-late February (Closed to Fern & Varian)

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[Reaper had stuck to his room more than usual after round two fighting with Maul. As far as he was concerned, their relationship was over, burned out as all relationships tended to do when he was involved. This was why he didn't want to be involved anymore; he was too old for this bullshit. The worst part was he hadn't extended him to love quite like that since Martina and then Jack.

He still was down taking his turn to cook meals, but often he no longer stayed to interact with the household for the meal itself. His door was closed far more than it was ever open. While he had considered packing up and moving out, he was stubborn enough and angry enough that he refused to allow Maul to dictate any decision of where he lived. Maybe like daring the Zabrak to come back to take a bullet to the face.]

He was seated on his bed, elbows rested on his knees and could be found staring out the window. He was in civies, which was a relative rarity for him, and his mask was no where to be found. His hair, which was normally to the small of his back was decidedly shorter - shoulder length - and the razor on his bed made it clear maybe he'd taken a drastic approach to it, but of course, his regeneration caused it to grow quickly.

The window was open, letting in cold air, and the door to his bedroom was also ajar a few inches.]

[laminae]

[It was impossible to miss the yelling that had been going on in Reaper's room. Things in the house were usually bustling, especially given the number of people living there and additional friends and family coming in and out, but things never reached the point of actual arguments. Fern had been worried the entire time, scared for Reaper and that whatever was going on upstairs might spill out into the rest of the house. He's less concerned about Reaper doing anything, more with Maul doing something. Because obviously the other voice belongs to him, and after everything that's happened Fern doesn't trust him at all.

Even after things settle down Fern is feeling uneasy, something that pulses through the mental connection he has with Varian. They need to do something, or at least say something. Right? If Maul has hurt yet another person, especially one they're both close to and living in the house, then they can't just stand by.

So eventually enough is enough and, after grabbing Varian, Fern heads on up to Reaper's room. He doesn't enter, even though the door is ajar. Instead he knocks lightly.]

Hey, Reaper? You okay?

Action - checking in

[onerthes]

[Vira-Lorr hadn't seen Reaper lately, but at the same time she was also used to this. With what had happened with Skywalker, she wasn't surprised if he was keeping a low profile. But eventually, and particularly after she'd gotten past her own ... uh... Xenomorph phase last month? She was finally back to feeling more or less normal. Nobody'd died (Other than Chara, but nobody knew that other than Chara because of time shenanigans), so ... that was good.

She firmly rapped at his door, leaning against the frame and waiting to hear if he was in.]

[no_reload]

[It had been a rough month and a half, so he hadn't kept up as much with Vira as he probably should have. He knew that plenty had been set to their monstrous selves the past few weeks, and now he was having to recover from his own adventure of a lapse of self control.

He knew that manner of knocking, sitting at the kitchen table as he was. The kids were out, so he had the house to himself and thankful there was no babysitting.

It took him time to convince himself to rise from the chair he was in, and then he was walking slow to the door, making enough noise to let whoever was there that he was coming. Once to the door, he pulled it open slow so he could peek out of the sliver of space first, recognized Vira and then opened it further.

He looked like she felt he imagined. Pale, disheveled and in civvies. He leaned on the door as he looked at her.]

I should have called.

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[danserai]

[ the house feels different without fern and varian. ahiru doesn't know what to make of it. loss is new to her, but she's always prepared to lose. she is a duck after all, not a person.

still, it's a relief when reaper returns though she's still concerned. ]

Mr. Reaper? Are you there? How are you feeling?

[no_reload]

[Reaper had been out of the house recovering from his date with corruption just shy of beasthood when Varian and Fern had gone back to the sea. It had been a blow to everyone no doubt, but he had pushed himself to recover faster - or hide his vulnerabilities - so he could return to the household.

He had finally made it back more consistently, and he managed to come back in his normal attire. He stopped when he spotted Ahiru, and her concern was palpable. He moved slowly, almost gingerly.]

Patito, you're still here. Good. I'm functional, but you look... well enough.

accidental video; un: JustD ; cw dismemberment, violence, and gore

[distant_one]

[The memory is from D's perspective, which is strange, because it starts with him staring up a three-hundred foot, high tech cylinder at himself and a young woman.

"Hey." The figure wearing D's face calls in D's voice. "I'm coming down now, but first I want you to throw down your sword." Unlike D's usual emotionless voice, the figure standing in the vision is visibly and audibly cheerful.

D doesn't respond immediately, and the next voice to speak up is from his left hand. "He backed out of helping you destroy him. What do you suppose he got in return?" The voice asks.

"Don't you know?" It's D's voice, again, but this time from the perspective of the owner of the memory.

"Nope." The hand is quick to reply.

The Fake D standing above them is impatient, and pulls the sword from his back to hold it at the young woman's throat. "Hey, what's the holdup? If you don't lose the sword, the girl dies!" Despite his ominous words, the threatening D's face and tone are both extremely cheerful. Even with that jovial expression and voice, he's no less dangerous.

The sound of a sword being drawn has an almost musical note to it, D pulling his sword while he stares up at himself.

"Sheath and all! And I want the sword guard secured to the sheath, too." The cheerful D calls from above. D wastes no time doing as told before he drops the sword to his feet.

"Kick it away."

D complies with that, too, though the sword doesn't go nearly as far as he could kick it away.

"All right. I'm coming down now. Hey, stick out your left hand." The cheerful D calls from above, earning a quiet 'that son of a bitch' from Left Hand.

D, still silent, holds out his left hand.

"Perfect." The cheerful D says before he leaps down headfirst, bringing the girl with him. The copy lands well within reach of D, and all that's visible of the sword slash that removes D's arm at the elbow is a flash of light. The cheerful D gives D, who is now holding his dripping wound, a playful wink.

"Sorry about that. There's been a change of plans. You must know that by now, eh?"

"Did he put you up to this?" D is just as emotionless as ever.

"Bingo! I find it all pretty repulsive myself, but when I heard I was his sole heir, I had to make a move."

"So you want to be him?"

"Hell yeah!" The fake D says, scratching the tip of his nose with an almost bashful expression. "You know who he is, I mean, he's the king of the whole world! And what's what I'll get to be."

"His kingdom has all but collapsed."

"Hell, it can be built back up again. There are still feudal lords doing well out on the Frontier. Band them all together and I could make a drive for the Capital in short order. The Humans' balls will shrivel up as soon as they see what Nobles can really do."

"Which are you? A Noble or a human?" It seems that even without showing emotion, D knows how to push the more emotional counterpart's buttons.

"I refer the same question back to you. Of course. I already know the answer. You were the top of your class."

That draws the first sign of emotion from D, as it seems they both know how to get under one another's skin. "If I was the top of my class, you must be too." D sounds amused, but he's still as evasive as ever.

The cheerful D laughs, broad and mirthful. "Well, you've got me there. Since it never hurts to ask, wouldn't you like to join forces with me? The two of us could take on the Capital together! And the surviving Nobility would accompany us. Even if some of them resisted or other trouble came up, we'd be fine if there were two of us. We could solve any problem just by glaring at them. After all, we're his-"

"D!" The young woman finally speaks up, interrupting the pair. "There's something wrong with the reactor."

This is apparently enough to shift the course of discussion, at least for a moment. The cheerful D isn't worried, he'll fix it because he's not sure even they could regenerate being blown to their constituent atoms. But still, the cheerful D is more interested in getting the cooperation of the D who remembers this.

"Go to the Capital alone."

That had the previously cheerful D squinting at him and smiling sadly. The fake turns away, but it's a feint, and D only barely dodges the lightning fast sword slash.

"I'm sure you already know this," The armed D says, once more cheerful and grinning. "But I was just sizing you up."

Their next exchange is one of words, relating what a mysterious 'he' had told the cheerful D.

"There's no way around it," The fake D says, cheerful demeanor given away to purely murderous intent. "Things have gone too far, and both of us being one and the same has become a problem. In the end, it's every man for himself.

D, unarmed, still has a sharp tongue and takes the opportunity. "You're human, then?"

That's enough to have the previously cheerful D howling in uncontained rage.

The fight is short and very one-sided. D dodges a few strikes until one cuts open his shoulder in a spray of blood. The attacking, furious twin comes in for a killing blow, a downward strike that will cut D in half. A splash of red blood splatters across the fake's face, and D uses that moment to dodge.

But there's still the sound of a blade slicing through flesh and bone.

"What?" The fake asks.

They both glance down. D's sword has cut up through his twin's chest, from his floating ribs through his heart and part of his spine. D's holding the sword in his right hand. They can both see the severed left hand holding the scabbard.

That's where the memory ends.]

UN: JustLuke | Accidental Video Call

[faithfulson]

[ Someone wasn't paying attention to what they were doing when they started the video call on their omni that evening, which begged the question as to why Luke even saved Reaper's contact information. At the moment, it didn't matter, because the young Jedi was about to give him a treat: his eyes were covered with his hands when he appeared and, to be completely blunt, he looked like an utter wreck, like he'd been beating up on himself for the last hour. ]

Usagi...! I think I'm officially a disaster when it comes to relationships, and I need your help.

[ This could only end well. ]

Video; un: Reaper

[no_reload]

[Oh this was rich. Reaper wasn't expecting a call from Luke at all, not after the few interactions that they had had. This? It was stinking of personal drama, and he was all in about it.

Thankfully, he lived in a house with a bunch of kids, so there was plenty of fodder to make use of. When he appeared on video, he had put on a mop head on his hood that looked something like blond hair (no, it didn't) but otherwise, his entire get-up remained the same.]

Oh no, not again. What kind of human disaster are you this time, Luke? I'll help by meddling incessantly into your affairs to try to make things better, and maybe you'll experience personal growth from it.

[His voice was still definitely Reaper, but he had raised the pitch and squeakiness to sound more feminine.]

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[danserai]

Mr. Reaper . . . I learned a new word today and it's a bad one.

Do you know what it could mean?

[no_reload]

[Reaper looked up from where he was peeling some vegetables, snorting softly at the idea of Ahiru knew bad words. Probably 'crap' or 'shit'. Those were hardly that bad.]

Depends on the word, but perhaps I do. Where did you here this word first of all? Context is important.

Voice; un: justD

[distant_one]

I'd like your help on the outpost project.

This is something that could benefit you as well, but I'm willing to trade favors.

Voice; un: Reaper

[no_reload]

[On the open network, he almost never used voice or video functions, but in the privacy of his own inbox, he lightened up the policy a touch.

He made a noise in his throat as if considering.]

I'm listening.

Action; backdated to September

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul's Vileblood had him wanting to be sociable and affectionate to people this month. Ugh. What a hassle. But at least it seemed that being around just about anyone would do, which meant doing something like curling up and cuddling with his husband worked just as well as being forced to interact with people as a whole.

Which meant here Maul was at the Disaster House and looking for Reaper. When he found him, he immediately slid up behind the man and laced his hands around his waist, pressing himself up against him and resting his chin on Reaper's shoulder.]

I think you and I need to spend a nice quiet evening together.

[no_reload]

[Reaper was constantly aware on some level where Maul was at any given time thanks to the bond that they shared. He knew his husband was having a needy month, and he could appreciate that. In fact, it worked to their benefit better than expected, given how social Maul could be with Trench at large.

He could be found in the kitchen of Disaster House over the sink as he finished cleaning up some dishes that he had used before Maul had arrived. He lifted his elbows from his sides to welcome Maul's arms around him and turned his head enough that he could observe the Zabrak through one of the eye holes of his mask.]

Do you? Well, you're in luck because my normally very busy schedule is free tonight, so I can make room for you. [Lies! Aside from lurking around, he didn't socialize that much.]

Do you have something in mind specifically, mi sol?

Video; UN: Cuddlebunny Misfire

[lightthedarkness]

Ugh. I still can't pick out what to wear! It's just really hard to dress sexy in the wintertime. Like, I WANT to wear a sexy outfit for all the dates we go on, but I also don't want to be freezing cold while we walk to the restaurant, ya know?

Video;

[no_reload]

[That wasn't Maul. Reaper couldn't recall the last time he and Maul's little bundle of energy bestie had spoken with him or vice versa, but this was misfire gold right here. He'd heard it happening but hadn't expected to benefit much.

This? This made it all worth it and reminded him to not send any potentially incriminating messages for a few weeks.

Still, he'd humour her by appearing on video, mask and all. He was sitting in the kitchen of Disaster House, and he made a considering noise in his throat.]

It's called a full length coat. Fur or wool would be my recommendation, and it will hide anything incriminating while you walk to your no doubt energetic dates.

Though, who are you dating? I thought you were forever pining and alone, just with an upbeat attitude.

text; un: price is right

[tagartist]

yo fucker guess who's back like a heart attack
tell me how much you missed me
i'm feeling needy

Text; un: Reaper

[no_reload]

[It took him a moment to verify that this wasn't a sick hoax. He found her stupid network post and yes, no one could fake Chloe being an absolute social menace.

So, she was back. It actually brought a smile to his face.]

Piss off, I've replaced you with a duck-girl, a merboy and a nosy Latina teenager.

For the record, I would prefer a heart attack. It's not actually a death I've had before.

Did you finally die for real in your world and made your way here to torment everyone?

Gift Delivery - December 25th

[lightthedarkness]

[Delivered to Reaper's door is a pair of scissors that double as a dagger and a plate of bakery bought cookies. Attached is a note:]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, Reaper.

From,
Usagi

Action; Gift Delivery - December 25th

[survivalthroughhate]

[This year, Maul had decided to behave himself when it came to giving gifts, unlike in years past where he broke into people's houses rather like Santa himself did. All gifts are left on the porch or front step of the recipient's home for them to find in the morning. But while he did that for most of the residents of the Disaster House, for Reaper, he brought them over personally to spend Christmas Day with him as they had for the past three years.

Maul thought long and hard about what to get his husband. He still wasn't sure they were good gifts but he'd tried. He came over to his mate and nuzzled him gently on the side of his mask.]

Merry Christmas, Reaper.

Text - UN: Onerthes

[onerthes]

[Vira-Lorr looked... well, she looked like shit, but she was better than she'd been in the last week. She and Luz had been getting transfusions because a certain Pthumerian was being a baby about being sealed away by magic for all eternity. Still, she was a bit pale when she messaged him.]

I believe Riteior's finally attempting his retaliation, though we're getting through it. We might be sapping a lot of his power or blocking it if this is the worst he can do. Perhaps he over extended his reach? Hard to say how powerful any of them truly are.

Have you been assisting with the rituals at all?

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[no_reload]

You look like shit warmed over.

[He figured he may as well open strong in this conversation.]

I'm aware of the rituals, but I haven't been participating actively. I'm keeping an eye on it and figure if they need more assistance, I would consider offering it.

(TXT) — UN: BOMBSHELL (cw: murder)

[opheliac]

if someone asked u to drown them, would u do it?

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[no_reload]

Depends how much I liked or disliked them.

Is this an 'asking for a friend' type scenario question?

voice; un:rosestorm

[thunderingcourage]

I need your help with something. You don't have to say yes, but I would really appreciate it, and I don't know who else is able to do something like this.

voice;

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Go on.

[Colour him curious.]