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HEARSE

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CHARACTER NAME

Ishmael

CIVILIAN NAME

Stanwix Melville

TEAM

Brimstone

HOUSING NUMBER

004

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[lovebombing]

Oh, for a little bit. Recently.

[In the tone of "don't worry about ittttt."]

[wheft]

[ squiiiiiiiiiints

then she lets that go with a sigh. ]

Whatever. I miss him too. I always knew he was going to leave first.

[lovebombing]

[Speaking of squinting, she may notice his ear cuff looks different. Its silver, with an inlaid blue gem, and a red feather attached to the edge.]

[He hums, smiling, but his voice lacks enthusiasm.]

...I thought I could keep him still at least for a moment. But I expected it, too.

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[ red feather... like that one lock of hair ely has........... 🤨🏳️‍🌈⁉️ ]

Because of his illness?

[lovebombing]

That, and the kind of person he is.

[...]

We're alike like that.

[wheft]

Mm. We're alike in some ways, too. But in my case, I'm always the one getting left behind.

[ another sigh and then -- ah. ]

Wait. Did you go camping with him last month?

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I'm always the one leaving peope behind. Guilty as charged.

[Now he looks a little sheepish, hiding his visible eye behind the bottle.]

Your good friend Sampo may have...kidnapped him? Hehe...

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Seriously? He didn't even look like he was held at gunpoint when we were chatting the entire time during his "trip"!

[ okay so NOW she's peeved. he sent her pictures and everything hello??? he could've blinked twice if he needed help!!! did he even need help?! why she oughta -- ]

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[Sorry, he is actually going to snicker at that.]

Miss Ishmael, please, haha...no, no, it was a consensual kidnapping. I scurried him away. We both needed it after what we went through.

[wheft]

[ still pouting........ ]

I mean, I get that. All of us deserved a vacation after that. [ ishmael most especially. ] I just don't get why he didn't tell me that he scampered out with you. He made it sound like a huge deal at the time.

[lovebombing]

....He did?

[A little surprised.]

Well. Maybe because it was like our honeymoon?






[He is still smiling IT IS EXTREME DIFFICULTY TO TELL IF HE'S JOKING ABOUT THIS OR NOT]

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Y-You...

[ everything happens so much ]

You guys were dating?!

[lovebombing]

Ahahaha! Ah. No. No, we weren't.

[A little apologetic wave.]

I mean. No, we were...you know, how have you been doing, lately? How is everything?

[WEASELING OUT]

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You're not getting away that easily. Answer, or I'll kick you out here myself.

[ don't underestimate the gal who's managed to get through wriothesley's defenses -- and ely, to an extent. ]

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Oh, wow, that's - you're scary, Miss Ishmael!

[And a sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ugh. Ugh.]




I was being honest. We weren't dating. Not typically. Just....kinda together. We didn't want to put a label on it.

[Not friends not lovers just a secret third thing.]

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Uh... huh.

[ she's still a little suspish -- especially since elysium was so adamant in not telling her in the first place. ]

I guess that's why you two got along. Meanwhile he'd really insisted on becoming best friends with me, even though he told me that he doesn't want to be remembered. Like, what did he expect...?!

[ her fists clench without her knowledge. she loosens them, then gets up and goes over to her desk to grab her tiger mug. ]

Can you pour me one?

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Ah. Yeah. He's so annoying, isn't he? Just a real kicker of a thorn in one's side.

[He says it like he means it. He does mean it. Its what he loves about him and what he hates about him.]

[He feels you, Ishy, really.]

[He's offering the bottle and pours it into the mug.]

There you go. Bottoms up.

[It's just a very strong dark ale.]

[wheft]

Cheers.

[ she clinks her mug against his bottle, then plops back onto her bed with a sigh. the ale tastes nice, she thinks. ]

Such an asshole. But I guess this is the better alternative than him dying out here. I think I'd lose my mind if it ever came to that.

[ like. in a distortion kind of way. ]

[lovebombing]

Hehe. Cheers...

[Doesn't feel so cheery, but what can he do? Bury it down, move forward, pry elation from the dark hands of fate.]

Mm.

[Haha. Dying out there. Yeah, see, this is absolutely the cheery part. He's going to die, whether he likes it or not.]

At least, I won't know how he'll die. [He says, a little quietly.] But he'll do it in his own terms, I reckon.

[wheft]

[ that's the thing. would someone like him even get a proper burial? will he be cremated to prevent the further spread of the infection, or bury him six feet under somehow like what queequeg would've wanted?

guess they'll never know. bottoms up. ]

Do you think... the time you'd spent with him was enough?

[lovebombing]

What a question.

[It was enough. It was too much. It wasn't enough at all.]

[What an aggravating thing, that he doesn't have a direct answer.]

I guess I'll throw that back at you. Though a little different. To you, what does "enough" mean?

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[ WTF is he throwing it back at her so that he can copy her homework or something

hold on, she's going to take a long swig of her drink. ]

I'm... not sure. I'm kind of kicking myself right now because I feel like it wasn't enough. Like, maybe if I didn't keep him at bay for the first couple of months as a poor attempt to prevent myself from getting attached. [ huffs. ] So much for that.

[lovebombing]

I will say one thing. You are not to blame for the whole "keeping at bay" thing. That man was allergic to connections like no tomorrow.

[So is he. Genuine connections, he means.]

What would you have liked to do with him, if you had more time?

[wheft]

Strangle him.

[ 🧍‍♂️ ]

[lovebombing]

Oh, mood.