SCAWWY 😱 caelus

[concoctive]

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weekend0 saturday;

[trashprince]

[ catch the man, the myth, the legend, the trailblazer himself, in the mortuary, opening and closing the coffins rapidly as if that will help him uncover the secret scratcher.

caelus wears his favored clothing, recovered from the swamp boxes. ]

[concoctive]

[ we love him we cherish him, we are impressed he's not in the trash atm.

alfyn, meanwhile, is dressed proper again as well. the axe he has in his belt at the back, beneath his vest, is actually much bigger than the one that's in the concept art sketch in white, but his belt stays secure anyways through jrpg logic.

he stankeyes the mortuary a little, because the vibes are awful. but he pauses when he hears the creak creak creak creak of the coffins with a raised eyebrow. ]

You uh. You findin' anythin'?

[trashprince]

[ considering the state of the entire town, caelus is swimming in trash and disrepair. he's in his element, albeit without his preferred found family so that's kind of sad. caelus pauses in his task to eye up the newcomer. cool hair. cozy clothing style. designated: bud. ]

Nothing so far. If it's a hidden microphone and speaker, they're too small for me to find them. It could also be a spirit, but wouldn't it have shown itself by now?

week0 friday; after-invest/body reveal

[trashprince]

[ caelus sits at a bench by the pyre, a leg drawn to his chest, the other off the edge, heel against the ground. he's turned in order to stare down the fire. somber as he hasn't been since their group arrival. ]

[concoctive]

[ the blue flare of the pyre makes him a little uneasy, for assorted reasons that aren't known but are regardless obvious as he glances at it briefly as he approaches. best to not focus too long on it - better, really, to focus on someone that's hurting. alfyn's good with that.

but he comes to sit down on the bench, leaving some personal space between them in caelus desires or needs it. and then he just sits there, propping his axe against his outer thigh on the other side of caelus. ]

week1 monday;

[trashprince]

[ at the funky fashionista, putting on as many chunky necklaces as his neck and shoulders can carry to see if layering should become his new thing.

will wave as soon as he sees their village king. ]

Hey, Alfyn. What do you think? My comfort max is three but I've had on up to twenty-one.

[concoctive]

[ waves back!!! like a dog wagging its tail, basically. but he does also laugh when he sees caelus being caelus, raising an eyebrow as he comes over. ]

I think maybe the three is a better look for you, buddy.

wk 1; wednesday

[concoctive]

[ the thing about alfyn is that he's just. he's a soft boy. a bleeding heart, in touch with his emotions and who he is. so having his friends appearing to him as figments of laughter and smiles, but cutting words, really does not do great things to him when he misses them so much.

all this time apart - the longest they've been away from one another in all the months they've known each other - is weighing on him, even if he acts like it doesn't.

so he's going to take a break from the revelry when this effect kicks in, making his way to one of the empty houses for refuge. but when he sees caelus there, he pauses, his eyes wet but tears unshed. ]

Oh! Oh, Cae, h-hey. You takin' a break?

[trashprince]

[ caelus stands aimless in the house, sizing up its dimensions, it's quaint furniture, when alfyn steps in. his impulse is to smile and wave, but the motion stops short. he caught the look on the other man's face. ]

Do you need me to take a break somewhere else?

[ or, imagine, coming closer and letting him return the favor of alfyn's kindness the other day ]

week1 thursday;

[trashprince]

[ what's that? caelus already was all over alfyn upon his scary cyoa return but is back for more? that's right!!! where are you holing up, buster? a villager house? he's here with his candy bucket and concern ]

Hey.

[concoctive]

[ a villager house as mandated by EVERYBODY EVER? it's so funny everyone was like ( points ) go lay down ]

Hey, Cae. [ he's been cleaned up, stitched, bandaged, and just looks tired now, eyes red-rimmed but he's alive. he's here. ]

week2 monday;

[trashprince]

[ hello alfyn, caelus is outside the gas station, half-inside the trash can.

the lid has been politely set aside as he roots around, seeking who knows what. treasure. a fortune all his own.

he lifts his head and starts to smile, starts to greet the other, but then darkness intercepts and they're whisked away to a land of snow somewhere across the universe.

cocolia has fallen to a stellaron.

it might be a trip, following along as caelus races and climbs and leaps upon that ancient machine. time and again, he's about to lose his grip or fail to make a landing, but one of his companions has his back. so, he can't fail them.

he doesn't know why he's able to follow his own will and not the voice of the stellaron inside him. it's not fair that cocolia couldn't ward off its false promises, that she now battles on behalf of the end of her world.

she kills him. tries to, anyway. awakens, instead, a sense of preservation. caelus' end has been foretold. this isn't it.

this concludes in a daughter losing her mother, a feeling caelus will never quite understand. it hurts, anyway. bronya doesn't deserve to suffer.

they return to scawwy, the present, their individual minds and memories. caelus burns inside. he picks up the trashcan lid and sets it back in place. ]

week2 saturday;

[trashprince]

[ he sits in his horse stall, holding a recently bitten into peach. his legs are spread out, one knee half-propped so he can put his hand on it. he stares at the middle distance.

they are breaking your boy, alfyn ]

[concoctive]

[ looks up at the memshare i still need to tag but now that i'm medicated again i'm unstoppable

for now, though, he's coming to check on his boy. when he sees the state of him, alfyn frowns - and then sighs, coming into the stall and dropping down next to him. without hesitation, he reaches up to hook his hand around the back of caelus' neck and drags him into a side hug so that he can get caelus' head on his shoulder. ]

week 3, monday

[trashprince]

[ caelus can be found in the burgoswald wood. for a time he was training on his own--several of the trees now have scuffed bark in patches he parkoured off of. this eventually attracted the attention of green, uncomfortably large spiders.

those are now getting the ol' bat-bash treatment. ]

[concoctive]

[ oh, gross. alfyn does not look surprised by the fact there are green, uncomfortably large spiders - they have those back home. just in different colors!

he's watching caelus beat them to death, at first, before unsnapping his axe from its loop on the back of his belt. with a deft spin, he walks along the peripheral, looking out for any that are jumping from the wilds into the fray. ]

You good, Cae?

wk 3; friday

[concoctive]

[ hi caelus, alfyn's not doing so good once! again! are you ready for another round of hug and cry? because that's kind of the state we're in, here, as he sits at the pyre and just stares at the posters. this is someone that's unafraid of being emotionally vulnerable so alpha week does not stop him from openly crying, bitter and unhappy tears as he sits there. ]

[trashprince]

Hey, Alfyn.

[ it's a gentle hello attached to a fond smile. the pain is immense, isn't it? the ache is all-consuming? but what else is there to do besides pick up the pieces?

he sits beside him. ]

Do you want to hold hands again?

[ paw offered ]

wk 3; saturday

[concoctive]

[ FUCKING BLOWS YOU UP WITH MY MIND FROM INDIANA

alfyn walks right up to the gay baby jail and just. looks. at caelus for a long time. sort of trying to look for the signs that caelus is still there, eyes scanning through the veil that's created by the prison he'll be in for the next twelve or so hours. ]

... what happened? Why Marina? Why like that?

[trashprince]

That's a lot of questions before 'hello.'

[ sitting on ground with back mostly toward the veil, so there are his tails on full display. ]

week 6, wednesday

[trashprince]

[ caelus may be found staring at the largely abandoned barn. he hasn't gone inside or anything. not sure if he could move the door or if he'd have to walk through it and either option isn't all that appealing. ]

Hey, Alfyn.

[ his gaze swings slightly when he sees movement out of the corner of his eye ]

Big day, huh?

[concoctive]

[ the running theme of his day is looking stricken that he can't hug the people that are here again, but alfyn gets as close to caelus as is possible and reaches out to touch his shoulder.

or, try to anyways. ]

Really big. You guys get to stick around for a little bit..?

week 7, monday

[trashprince]

And this is where we fought Sazantos.

[ they're in the icecream parlor-nee-pharmacy. that's a place off of the food court.

he points at the area behind the actual counter. where an employee should stand. ]

... Kind of wish he'd respawn right now.

[concoctive]

[ fortunately, he knows who the fuck sazantos is, so he just kind of. tries to imagine him standing behind this counter with raised brows.

nodding. quiet, for a moment. ]

... you wanna talk about it, bud?

week 7, saturday

[trashprince]

[ perhaps it's weird that he's back in the graveyard--or maybe not. but doesn't it make sense they all have one last jamba juice? caelus mixes his own. some of every fruit. a frenzy. ]

Hey, Alfyn. Thirsty?