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Momoko / Amatsu-Mikaboshi [天津甕星] ([info]obakemono) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-08-16 21:16:00

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Entry tags:mikaboshi, odin

Who: Mo and Pierce
What: If she doesn't go along with it, he'll just find another way.
Where: The Tower.
When: After this.
Warnings: Not likely.



When she was younger, only by a cold, scarcely detectable wisp of a sum, Pierce was only a familiar name that was mirthfully exhibited at the dinner table like an immense ornamental centerpiece; with fondness, with honor, and with pleasure. Her father really liked him, it seemed, as ever the name did disseminate the sort of grin one upturns when they've been digging for a reason to boast. She never understood it, because she was simple then, small, and only knew how to smile and agree. Years before she forgot the ingredients on how to, the cooking up of grins was effortless. Pierce was a piece of folklore, the mist of a man of myth, whom she did not ever at length fully meet. Only heard of. Company Christmas parties were full to bursting with rushing, busy words, laughter and finger foods. She was the everlasting performer, the little mermaid, the one with pinched cheeks and missing teeth that made everyone chuckle. The one with pink frosting on her face.

Pierce was never an actual person to her until years after it happened. When she was no longer sleeping beauty, or snow white. She was Sally stitched crookedly together. And even then, he was more like a mystery than a reality -- why would anybody want to visit her? How could he even keep on visiting her? He won. She gave in. They became friends.

Thus, it made sense to Mo, the revenant that stood gravely still inside the shoddy elevator as it clambered up-up-up, that Pierce was living in a place above everybody else. Where her father would have propped him. Where he seemed to belong. The sound of it halting, that fragrant elevator, didn't rouse her from the dismal reflection of her past experiences, but it did incite the initiation of her steps forward and out of the musk the old alcove bridled. Someone was in there before her, and they wore far too much perfume. There was an enormous, elaborate staircase that swallowed the milky-red view of a door she reluctantly made her way to... these days, she may have felt the cringe of hesitation to do any one thing, but as a growing fatalist never stopped herself from doing. She was a walking, withered little shade. Who hardly looked the part on the outside, with the messy ponytail, the plain black pants, the plain white shirt, the plain black flats. In fact, she appeared rather normal on the outside.

Eventually she was at the top of the staircase, knuckles ready to knock at the door but froze in motion. Few seconds of hesitation, after all, was not uncommon as it had been a while since she'd seen his face, but knock-knock-knock she did.



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[info]the_allfather
2010-08-17 11:41 am UTC (link)
Mo was indeed a clever girl, and Pierce knew that she'd have no trouble getting up to the tower where he resided - despite the confusing elevator and stair routes presented on the journey. He could easily see where one would just throw in the towel and insist that they be beamed up like Spock to his dwellings. But he enjoyed the privacy. It was close enough so that he was 'in' on the action, but still, the tower was isolated. No one would dare come up without an invitation.

Unless, of course, they wanted their legs broken. But that was neither here nor there.

He went to answer the door, opening it swiftly with a grand gesture for her to come inside and shutting the door behind her. "Hello sweetheart," he beamed, taking a moment to study her appearance. She looked well, if a bit on the too-thin side. Then he hugged her - a rare occurrence, as Pierce was certainly not one to be overly affectionate. But when it had been awhile since seeing someone near and dear, such things were warranted.

The apartment was beautifully furnished, as to be expected - gleaming parquet floors, magnificent French windows, granite countertops, plush furniture you could just sink right into. Perhaps he would even take her up through the door in the master bedroom, which lead to the highest point of the building and offered a fantastic view. Overall, Pierce was pleased with his new home. He really would consider getting a pet, if he found he had enough time. But then again, when did he ever have enough time these days?

"Make yourself comfortable," he said, gesturing toward the opulent living room. "Can I get you anything? I just stocked up on food and drinks so you can have your pick." The bar was open too, if she wanted anything with a kick to it.

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[info]obakemono
2010-08-17 06:09 pm UTC (link)
As she relented her shoes (old habit.) and left them by the door, the velvet flat socks gripping her feet were not to be trusted on the slippery floor. She didn't seem to worry for it. The wraiths dim steps were calculating, curious, creeping; her hands thrilled out to touch the walls with slender, wondering fingers, and to slowly wither her side against the cold wall to feel the freeze on the side of her face. Mindfully, she was noting all the other furniture and decorations she would touch next.

"Ice." She liked chewing on it.

The black-lace puppet had never seen anything like this in her life. Not in person. Not outside of a museum. Where they'd kept her hadn't been this striking, certainly not as pretty, but as monstrous and accommodating for the medicated shamble of issued slippers, the clench of angry fists and moaned apologies at the faithless moon, yes. Perhaps the worming sense of awe she felt sliding, poking through her ribcage weren't ribbons of hunger but of admiration. She wouldn't be able to tell. Anything she 'felt' these days was of the same tangle as everything else she felt. It was all the same to her.

Her back faded against the wall and continued to move along it like a devils spy.

"In a big cup."

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[info]the_allfather
2010-08-17 06:42 pm UTC (link)
"You can sit, you know," Pierce noted as he headed into the kitchen, offering a quick glance over his shoulder. Though if she was happy slowly exploring, he wouldn't put a damper on that. He moved swiftly to get refreshments - and no fucking way was he just settling for ice. "So ice and a sandwich?" he corrected Mo, casually, as he opened the fridge to see what ingredients he could put together. "Something of substance goes perfectly with ice in a cup."

Grilled cheese and tomato would be a good bet, so he got started on that right away, prepping one for himself as well. "Now, what brings you to this building, my dear?" he asked as he buttered the slices of bread to put on the pan.

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[info]obakemono
2010-08-17 07:20 pm UTC (link)
There was no ghostly protest on the apparitions behalf. No promise she'd eat what he'd fix her either. She hadn't felt as if eating were an important necessity lately. It was only that she ate for energy than for pleasure. She wanted to see what would happen to her if she denied the urge long enough to have what the people in her books called visions of the spirit world...

"The rent was cheap." Her chin tilted toward where he was grilling their midnight snack, as if to lurkingly inquire if he were watching, and when content he wasn't, she bloomed away from the wall. There was a chandelier, under which stood a glass table. The artifact suspended there from the ceiling was like a gathering of milky-diamond ice. She wanted to touch it with her hands. Another part of her wanted to see it crash into the table and shatter it. She pulled out one of the chairs and tentatively, pretending to sit, fashioned a plan to climb it.

"It was by the water."

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[info]the_allfather
2010-08-17 07:43 pm UTC (link)
"The standard excuses," Pierce muttered in amusement as he flipped the sandwich with a spatula. Glancing back up at his enthralled guest, he pursed in order lips to fight a smile. "You'll be visiting the beach a lot, I gather?" he asked airily, despite knowing that she probably wouldn't - at least not without it being dark outside.

He joined her at the table, setting down the offerings - the grilled cheese midnight snack and, as promised, a cup full of ice. "You're going to eat that," he said, nodding toward the actual food. "And it will digest and I'm not letting you leave until it does." It was his usual no nonsense demeanor. "And don't even think about throwing it up. You're not bulimic on my watch, young lady."

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[info]obakemono
2010-08-17 08:23 pm UTC (link)
"At night time probably." The immaculate suspicion was confirmed. An unholy benediction for it was a very soft, barely audible sigh that had whispered through her throats entombment. He was more demanding than her own father had been, but the electric neighborhood of her mind that still was lit enough to realize he actually cared, excused it and listened obediently. Inspecting first with her fingers the texture of the top of the bread, it was going to feel like sandpaper shoving itself down her parched throat, she'd thought. Oh well.

"What will you do if I don't listen?" The question was strung up between them like a silver, cardboard painted star in a chintzy funeral play; only somewhat convincing, thematic, and mostly meant for just adornment. He knew she'd listen. The spectre was just curious what creativity he'd come up with for an answer, as she sat up in her seat on her knees to loom over the food and ice.

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[info]the_allfather
2010-08-17 08:43 pm UTC (link)
He laughed - a gravelly sort of sound, but soothing in a way. It was something akin to a fond, unspoken 'you silly girl,' and he let that linger as he went back into the kitchen and returned with two bottles of water. One he opened with a grand flourish and poured into the cup of ice. Refreshing!

"Tell you horrible, boring stories until you fall asleep, of course," Pierce said, opening up his own bottle of water. "About how when I was your age, we didn't even have automatic flushing toilets. And we had Flintstones cars that we used to get around."

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[info]obakemono
2010-08-17 08:56 pm UTC (link)
He won this round again. His humor chipped away at her ice; she smiled. A laugh also fluttered around in the back of her throat because she couldn't help un-netting it. It was an arduous task to keep herself from fully caring for him, since he was just so lovable. But the knowledge that one day he was doomed to die, as all creatures were no matter how endearing, just like her own father, perhaps even as suddenly, kept her steeped like a gargoyle overlooking how she could feel.

A voyeur who felt apart from the real world.

She plumbed an ice cube out of the glass despite the water embracing it now, and crunched it into her mouth. She spoke impolitely as she chewed (only impolite if one believed in manners.) "I think I could listen to your stories for a long time before I get bored and fall asleep."

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[info]the_allfather
2010-08-17 09:11 pm UTC (link)
"You think so?" Pierce asked, rhetorically, before taking a sip of water. He pulled a piece of crust off of his sandwich - he always liked to start on the outside and work his way in. And grilled cheese was so simple, but actually one of his favorites. No need to whip up a gourmet meal now anyway.

The laugh that escaped the ice sculpture that was Mo made the corners of his mouth tilt upward in semblance of a smile. "It's very brave of you to assume that, my dear. Perhaps I will test the theory. I do remember some of the time in South Africa, which is essentially going back to the age of dinosaurs."

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[info]obakemono
2010-08-17 09:28 pm UTC (link)
"I'd bet they're a lot more pleasant than the stories I could share." Said she, the gloomy truth of a statement like that lace wearing heavy as leather. It however hadn't brought down the light way in which he was artfully maneuvering the nice mood of their estranged snack. And she, as silently promised earlier by just obeying eyes, began to tear the sandwich in half. She preferred going straight for the heart, no loitering around the edges.

"Like the story of why you wanted to even talk to me again. You can tell me that one, can't you?" She asked in a faint, shadowy way as she bit into the centerpiece of the grilled cheese--the tomato. The heart.

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[info]the_allfather
2010-08-17 11:51 pm UTC (link)
Pierce knew that she would get to that eventually. Not that he minded; there wasn't anything to hide. And, pleased that she was eating (as he really did worry. Mo didn't look well), he continued on.

"I should be asking you why you took off without a goodbye," he said, but didn't mean it in a scolding way at all. It was merely a statement, nothing accusatory. "But as for why I wanted to talk to you, why not? We're friends. I want good things for you, and I care about you. Simple as that." He dusted his hands off, as if coming clean.

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[info]obakemono
2010-08-18 12:37 am UTC (link)
"One day I will die." She said as violently blunt as digging somebody's heart out with a spoon, though she exhibited no fear or emotion for the words. The statement rested there to dangle the way her fingers did over the rest of her food... only to drop. She wanted a break, more water, more ice. Thus, she continued: "You will too, and I can't abide how that will make me feel, and if you care as much as you say you do about me, I'd like to spare you that."

She paused then, bone-white fingertips plucking up an unsuspecting ice cube and hauling it into her mouth. She crunched and spoke, and crunched. "I left because I'm not a good person. You think too highly of me. I only bring trouble where ever I go, to whoever I know. I belong alone."

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[info]the_allfather
2010-08-18 12:52 am UTC (link)
"You're right," Pierce conceded once he swallowed the next bite of grilled cheese. "I will die someday, because no one lives forever. But I'm not dead yet, sweetheart, and neither are you. So as long as I'm still kicking, you'll be stuck with me."

He listened to the crunch of the ice cubes, remembering that was sort of bad for one's teeth, and also could signal anemia. Next time they got together he was putting together something with spinach. But he didn't say anything. If it was some type of a comfort, then he wouldn't press her about it. "No one is entirely good or entirely bad," was what he stated instead. "And you do not belong alone."

Mo's father worried about her too, and agreed that she didn't deserve the fate she had already resigned herself to. Pierce almost told her that, he wanted to, but no. Now was not the time.

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[info]obakemono
2010-08-18 01:22 am UTC (link)
Who could argue that? Refusing him was futile. Reasserting her feelings was vain. It used to be only her personal afflictions manifesting in the resistance to his caring so deeply for her, but now it was habitual and part of her nature to wall up anything that excited fondness. She felt no pain for anything any longer. She was free of that, or at least that's how she presently felt for the past few numbingly lonesome months. She felt no pain in any true, meaningful, tangible, visible way. Only hatred.

He wanted to be friends with such a creature, knew the risks, took no precautions, and welcomed her with opened arms into his tower in the sky. She wasn't going to decline, simply because buried somewhere in her body's mausoleum, something had to proceed beating to keep her alive.

"You won't be able to keep me from getting into trouble. No matter how hard you try. " She offered, not as a threat, but as a soft and mostly manageable fact. "It's part of the package. It's different out here... than it was in there."

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[info]the_allfather
2010-08-18 01:32 am UTC (link)
This was quite an angry young girl. Pierce knew that, and he knew it would probably get worse before it would get better. There was no way she was going to be able to let go of all of that hatred, self-loathing, and disgust with humanity overnight. It was a slow process, and who knew what would happen in the future. He wasn't a psychic - only someone who saw dead people. Walking around like regular people. Yet, he still hadn't seen Bruce Willis. A thought to ponder.

"Of course things are different. But whatever happens, sweetheart," he began, folding his arms on the table and raising his eyes to look at her, square in the eye. "I'm not going anywhere."

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[info]obakemono
2010-08-18 01:46 am UTC (link)
"Good." She slid the cool, tall glass of water over to underneath her chin where she peered down at the unfortunately melting cubes. A finger collecting the condensation. Dripping over her long nail. "I don't want you to." It was as honest as she could get without withdrawing from the conversation, consequently the company entirely. And as if on cue her black, puppet heart sought immediately to change the subject.

"Are you going to show me around the castle?" calmly, and with only the faintest flicker of expectation. She resolved it was okay to see this old, rekindled friendship through.

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[info]the_allfather
2010-08-18 01:52 am UTC (link)
"I know. But we don't always get what we want." A Cheshire cat grin spread across his face, briefly, and then that was that. The King would gladly grant a tour to one of his dear, beloved ones.

He nodded in agreement to the request. "Sure. Feel like going through the trap door to get to the balcony up at the very top of the building? Fantastic view." Pierce didn't take her as one to be afraid of heights. And especially at night, well, nothing could compare to the spectacle.

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[info]obakemono
2010-08-18 02:33 am UTC (link)
Having left half of her sandwich on the warm white plate, she wondered if going now to see the fabled wonders of the roof would bode well with The King, whom commanded her as he had to finish it all in one sitting. It was more exciting of a prospect to see the view than chat over cooling grilled cheese. She could finish it later when they returned. Flowering to her feet, the withered but now more vibrant night-bloomer trotted over to his side of the table with her small hand held out for him to take.

"Bring me to the stars." Mikabo The outcast chanted in her ever serene, syrupy intonation, her smile subtle but hearty as the drifting charms of a cello played sadly underneath the moon. "Kindly King."

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[info]the_allfather
2010-08-18 11:32 am UTC (link)
The King would just have to take MoMo's delicious midnight snack to go! So he wrapped up the remaining sandwich in a paper towel and handed it to her - he encouraged eating on the roof, hey, why not - and took the other proffered hand.

"You might be able to even grab a star if you want," he said as they approached the hidden door, which was nestled cunningly in the master bedroom - a room probably the size of an entire first floor apartment. The staircase leading up to the highest point of the building was short, and just beyond it was the destination - like climbing up through a cloud and then emerging right into the sky.

"We're going to have to find you a hobby of sorts," he went on, gazing out toward the ocean. "How do you feel about fencing lessons?" With something to do besides focus on pain, torment, and anguish perhaps she would begin to enjoy life a little more. And fencing was a fantastic sport.

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[info]obakemono
2010-08-18 07:06 pm UTC (link)
The raptors first hazardous reaction to being on a roof was to perch on the ledge like a gargoyle, blossom up from the sky-shelf like a piece of jasmine furling out for the moon, and watch all the world underneath her like a piece of punched out blanket from the sky. She stole the fleeting liberty of imagining what he'd do if she jumped... but didn't appear to be considering it. She only liked the view.

"Fencing? You want me to be dangerous?" The tone trotted over closer to where his question had been born, and she couldn't help but show the faintest flick of confounding in how her chin angled. A hobby? Why? All his suggestions of her were one heavy ornament forming a roped rock, looping around the curve of her ankle, sinking her into stability ...

Didn't he know that madness thrived on pandemonium...

"Why a hobby?"

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[info]the_allfather
2010-08-18 07:20 pm UTC (link)
"It's not dangerous, love," Pierce chuckled, affectionately patting her cheek. "It's actually good exercise." Though he supposed it could be dangerous, provided that you stabbed your fencing partner in the eye but that was what protective masks were for. And basically, most anything could be turned into a weapon anyway so that was a moot point.

He shrugged, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. It was so quiet and still. Such a lovely night. "Why not? It would be fun, I think. I could teach you. That's often the best way to learn too, and my fencing skills could always use improvement."

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[info]obakemono
2010-08-18 07:37 pm UTC (link)
"So I'd be fencing with you..." The arrangement somehow amused her, as the two black grave sites watching him glinted like a knife underneath the pallid affects of the illuminating moon. It was evident where shadow smoothed into the hollowed crook of her rare grin, that the idea was not displeasing. "It sounds like we're going to be spending a lot of time together."

The revenant turned to look down at the drop again; maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have somebody who she could truly call friend here, where she lived. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let someone care. Maybe it wouldn't eventually make her blackened insides blacker.

"I guess I don't mind."

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[info]the_allfather
2010-08-18 07:51 pm UTC (link)
Pierce nodded, businesslike, but clearly he was pleased. His own rare genuine smile made an appearance as well. "Good," he said, already planning to clear a space in his schedule for this. It was important. "Wednesday nights, then? If you're free."

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[info]obakemono
2010-08-18 08:30 pm UTC (link)
"It'd have to be late on Wednesdays. I work pretty much everyday." Suddenly, she hopped back onto the floor of the roof and peered up at him. It was settled in how she stared; she was agreeing, and agreeing was hardly what she liked doing. She preferred to be difficult. She preferred to be solitary. No plans. No hope. Nothing to look forward to except for sleep at the end of a long, wretched day. A most happy escape.

"But I'll obey you." She grinned, he had managed to wire her into a pretty decent mood. "For the time being."

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[info]the_allfather
2010-08-18 08:37 pm UTC (link)
"It's not a matter of obeying," he scoffed, teasingly. "You'd actually be doing me a favor. I'm a workaholic and I'd live in my office otherwise. But if you're too tired or want to switch the day, let me know." He turned to go back inside too, waiting for MoMo since she seemed to have her fill of the view. Besides, he was craving a cigarette anyway and he had left the pack inside. He didn't smoke often, just when he really needed the nicotine fix.

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[info]obakemono
2010-08-18 11:11 pm UTC (link)
Having somewhere to be, something to do every week, which didn't involve an intricately laced arrangement of... nothing, of emptiness, of being alone with her own draining hours of long reminiscing in the deafening quiet of her dark apartment, that would be a big change from what her outlook was twenty-four hours ago. It was going to be a pill hard to swallow. A light she hadn't factored into her gloom.

It was kind of welcomed.

"In some ways, it's a favor to me to. In ways you'll never know." She walked alongside of him and studied his jaw, his profile, his hands in the darkness. Still dazzled by the wonder of why anyone like him, with his castle and courtesy, would ever want anything to do to her, she told herself she needn't ask that question anymore. She just needed to accept it.

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