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arcanarumlogs2012-08-26 02:05 pm
paysdelamour) wrote in arcanarumlogs2012-08-26 02:05 pm
The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing round the fire
Who: France and you!
When: November 1st, from about noon to sunset
Where: All over the island - feel free to meet him anywhere!
What: France is alive, but contemplating his successive deaths in the forest, and is appreciating life just a little more. Also he looks terrible.
Warnings: Mentions of death and small mentions of bile, lots of ~feelings~. Likely lots of tearful reunions.
It was with a jolt that Francis woke, as he sat straight up with a gasp. But his head began to spin, his whole body tingled as he remembered the scene in the forest, with the wolf slashing at his flesh. It almost seemed like a dream, now, but it felt so real -
Francis felt the bile rising in his throat and in a rush he tried to clamber out of bed, to get to the bathroom, but his limbs just wouldn't work - they were numb from not being used for several days. So he ended up on all fours on the floor, retching, body trembling all over from the nostalgic chills of pain, from the phantom feeling of missing flesh despite his side looking very much present, and him being very much alive. France felt as if he was going to be sick again, but he had nothing in his stomach in the first place, so the little bit of bile was all that stained his floor, as he continued to dry heave for what seemed like an eternity. Damn this mortal body! Francis thought to himself, eyes closed, teeth gritted, as he tried to get it back under his control.
Once it seemed to be done, Francis coughed, wiping off his mouth on the back of his sleeve. He recognized it - the old, blood-stained, red costume he was forced to wear that night. Thankfully, the hat and the mask were completely gone. But that thing... it still felt wrong to be in it. And with the slight smell of blood... well, it was almost making him sick, again. So he decided to quickly change out of it into something else. He tugged off the coat, throwing it to the side - the shirt went over his head and in the same pile. The boots he had to sit on the floor to tug off, and the leggings were (thankfully) easy to remove. Shakily, he stood back up, and went to his wardrobe to look at his choices. He pulled on a simple shirt and pair of slacks - but he had to lean against the wardrobe to get dressed, and he couldn't even really be bothered with buttons or laces, so he ended up also slipping on a pair of loafers.
Once Francis has changed out of his old costume and fixed his room (thank god his imagination could get rid of his bile and that old costume for good), he carefully used the wall to climb out into the main room of his house. But that wasn't what he was interested in - he wanted to go outside. So, he used the wall to make it to the front door, and stepped outside.
Then sun felt good on his face. It almost made him feel better, somehow, and it was what finally got him to take a trembling step on his own, away from any support. Within a few minutes, he felt as if he could walk again, and so he started around the island, looking at everything again with new eyes. But something still plagued his thoughts, and that was the thought of his death in the forest. He remembered distinctly that he had said his last goodbyes to a number of people. Was he going mad? He had remembered distinct times when he felt himself giving his last breath. And they were multiple. But that was impossible, unless...
(( ooc: Please specify time and location in the title of your post! Thank you! ))
When: November 1st, from about noon to sunset
Where: All over the island - feel free to meet him anywhere!
What: France is alive, but contemplating his successive deaths in the forest, and is appreciating life just a little more. Also he looks terrible.
Warnings: Mentions of death and small mentions of bile, lots of ~feelings~. Likely lots of tearful reunions.
It was with a jolt that Francis woke, as he sat straight up with a gasp. But his head began to spin, his whole body tingled as he remembered the scene in the forest, with the wolf slashing at his flesh. It almost seemed like a dream, now, but it felt so real -
Francis felt the bile rising in his throat and in a rush he tried to clamber out of bed, to get to the bathroom, but his limbs just wouldn't work - they were numb from not being used for several days. So he ended up on all fours on the floor, retching, body trembling all over from the nostalgic chills of pain, from the phantom feeling of missing flesh despite his side looking very much present, and him being very much alive. France felt as if he was going to be sick again, but he had nothing in his stomach in the first place, so the little bit of bile was all that stained his floor, as he continued to dry heave for what seemed like an eternity. Damn this mortal body! Francis thought to himself, eyes closed, teeth gritted, as he tried to get it back under his control.
Once it seemed to be done, Francis coughed, wiping off his mouth on the back of his sleeve. He recognized it - the old, blood-stained, red costume he was forced to wear that night. Thankfully, the hat and the mask were completely gone. But that thing... it still felt wrong to be in it. And with the slight smell of blood... well, it was almost making him sick, again. So he decided to quickly change out of it into something else. He tugged off the coat, throwing it to the side - the shirt went over his head and in the same pile. The boots he had to sit on the floor to tug off, and the leggings were (thankfully) easy to remove. Shakily, he stood back up, and went to his wardrobe to look at his choices. He pulled on a simple shirt and pair of slacks - but he had to lean against the wardrobe to get dressed, and he couldn't even really be bothered with buttons or laces, so he ended up also slipping on a pair of loafers.
Once Francis has changed out of his old costume and fixed his room (thank god his imagination could get rid of his bile and that old costume for good), he carefully used the wall to climb out into the main room of his house. But that wasn't what he was interested in - he wanted to go outside. So, he used the wall to make it to the front door, and stepped outside.
Then sun felt good on his face. It almost made him feel better, somehow, and it was what finally got him to take a trembling step on his own, away from any support. Within a few minutes, he felt as if he could walk again, and so he started around the island, looking at everything again with new eyes. But something still plagued his thoughts, and that was the thought of his death in the forest. He remembered distinctly that he had said his last goodbyes to a number of people. Was he going mad? He had remembered distinct times when he felt himself giving his last breath. And they were multiple. But that was impossible, unless...
(( ooc: Please specify time and location in the title of your post! Thank you! ))
I am sorry this is so short ;; and late...
That all changed when she touched his shoulder, however. As she asked, the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach dissipated, left only with the calm. And that was enough to make Francis smiles and slip his hand up, to rest on her wrist, holding loosely while firm enough to show that he was real, this was happening.
"I... am not so sure on this myself, Yoko. But it appears I am alive."
That was all he really could say, for the moment, because the only other thing he wanted to do was apologize - but even he knew it was pointless. She wouldn't let him, he was fairly certain.
♥ never worry bb~ we can take our time. Yoko likes it nice and slow./shot
But before she could ask any of her questions, Yoko stepped closer and very tentatively wrapped her arms around him. She buried her face in his shoulder.
"I'm so glad you're alive Francis..I was so worried." She softly replied, though it was slightly muffled thanks to his shirt.
She pulled away to give him a firm look.
"So..if you're alive then..others could be too. Do you think this world has something to do with bringing you back to life?" She asked," We...as..as dark as this sounds..we could use this to our advantage. But not without really trying to understand this."
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"I am very glad, too. I hate to have worried you so, chère." He tried to smile - tried. "But that is all in the past, non? What matters is that I am here again."
He wanted to have the hug last a little longer, but as Yoko pulled away he let go as well. "I had thought of this, oui... I believe it was the Rulers who brought me back. They have done this sort of thing before, though... bringing the dead from their worlds and reviving them. Mais, I am not sure how to use it to our advantage..." But as he thought of the deaths he had endured only to come back to life, he shivered a little. It made him sick thinking of the pain he had felt, the suffering he'd seen from the others.
"... I-I agree, we need to know more. Alors... we always need to know more."
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What he needed what a supportive friend. She gripped his hands, her eyes staring at the ground.
"We'll figure something other Francis....," She replies softly and then her gaze meets his," F-For now.."
"For now lets go do something...?" Yoko smiles awkwardly and her thumbs rub comforting circles over his palms.
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"All right, let's." This smile was much more genuine. He enjoyed Yoko's company, and this was the perfect way to try and get things back to some semblance of normal. "What were you wanting to do?" Then, as he thought about it, he realized that he still owed this lovely lady a date. He had been reminded from when he died, but now that he was thinking about the potential date he owed her, it was not so dreadful. "You know, I think I still owe you a date. Perhaps we should discuss this?"