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this is a fancy by aj inspired by thes | sheogorath
There he was, on the outskirts of the seaside town, the scent of salt in his nose, a gentle breeze tugging at fiery hued red hair. Sheogorath's dark boots crunched through the grit as he moved closer, his cane gripped tightly within one hand, piercing the soil with every uneven step, a limp evident, though Anton had showed him some physical therapy techniques that might help, over a lengthy amount of time. He had his black backpack on, filled with food, water, and his newfound medication. Anton had told him to return each month to get a fresh bottle of the pills. They would keep him from having uncontrollable manic episodes, as well as prevent piercing, guilty anxiety from stabbing his heart and lungs.
He drew in a breath, monitoring his feelings with a few hesitant thoughts. In that moment, he wasn't manic, but he also wasn't depressed, not like he had been when he had first checked himself into Springfield two weeks ago. Sheogorath supposed he could safely say that he was somewhere in between, not quite happy, but not entirely sad, either. Neutral, perhaps. But perhaps returning to his library, seeing his rabbit again, and his son Will would lighten his mood. Familiar ground and faces always helped. A sigh was expelled from his lungs, chest deflating for a moment before expanding once more. Quietly, Sheogorath reached the streets of the town, and wondered if anyone would stop him. | [/table]
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 honestly, addy had noticed things had been a little… quiet. he hadn’t really noticed what was missing, or if anything was even missing in the first place. then, asking around, people had treated him like he was an idiot for not noticing -- a while later he had realized it was because the most energetic person had left the badlands. sheogorath, vanishing like that? huh. addy only really interacted with him if he had wanted to fight, so he supposed not noticing him gone for a while was… not really out of character for him, he had to admit. the redhead wandered about the city, simply taking in the good weather while he could after a winter full of cold weather. his gaze wandered towards the ocean, taking in a deep breath before turning his gaze away.
sure enough, there was the man who’d left, coming back from… wherever he had gone. addy hadn’t really listened to the details. he couldn’t resist sauntering over, hands in his pockets. might as well greet the guy. glancing briefly at the bottle in the man’s hand, he then hummed shortly as he connected the pieces. ah. meds. must’ve gone to springfield. wetting his lip, he turned his gaze back up towards sheogorath. “well, look who’s come back,†he remarked shortly, simply nodding his head in acknowledgement towards the man.
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this is a fancy by aj inspired by thes | sheogorath
He wasn't quite wandering aimlessly, like he occasionally thought he was, forgetting that the world around him was real, forgetting that he had a destination in mind: the library. Every now and then, Sheogorath would lose track of himself and his surroundings, but he quickly snapped back into awareness. This was how he got, when he wasn't manic, when he was on the edge of depression, but not quite there. He felt a bit like a ghost, floating through the streets. It was surreal, the feeling.
When someone else approached, Sheogorath took a moment to squint at him with glassy amber eyes. They didn't glow fiercely like they used to, they didn't glimmer with life, nor did they gleam with wild energy. But they weren't dull, either. They weren't dead and emotionless. There was still some amount of clarity there, still some life. Sheogorath gazed at Addy, and it took him a moment to process what was being said to him. Sheogorath wasn't daft, but the medication he was on was what one might akin to a sedative. The proper term, he had been told by Aaron, was sedative-hypnotic, the class of medication that valium, also known as diazepam, was. It didn't make one entirely slow, but it did induce a bit of a calming effect. It almost made him feel a bit zombie like. It wasn't as bad as it had been the first two nights he had started the drug, but it was certainly still there, the cloudiness. Aaron had assured him that it would probably fade, eventually, but that he would always feel somewhat slower than usual, not quite as sharp, but not in a thought crippling sort of way.
The man with the fiery red hued hair and glassy amber eyes gazed upon the other Badlander with wavering pupils, trying to understand what emotion flickered across Addy's face, but he could never read emotions. It was beyond him. He didn't even know why he was trying. Several beats of silence had passed between them by the time he found the ability to open his mouth and reply. Surprisingly, he didn't start with energetic rambling about butterflies and dolphins. He actually sounded...perhaps what the average person would describe as somewhat normal, with a hint of slurring, evident even with his thick Scottish accent.
"Hello Addy. Yes, I came back." He tried not to sound robotic, but he could hardly manage it. His voice was monotone, but that wasn't quite the Valium's fault. Half of it was, as Aaron had explained, the fact that he was on the autism spectrum. When Sheogorath was manic, his voice sounded shrill, and lively, but when he was...like this, entirely neutral, still on the edge of breaking down, still fragile in emotional state, but not quite depressed in that he hadn't felt safe in leaving Springfield, he sounded emotionless. He sounded...dull. | [/table]
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 amber eyes squinting at him, the redhead couldn’t help but slow to a stop. the man couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable underneath someone’s gaze - but then again, when was he not? addy definitely didn’t like being the focus of anyone’s attention, for the most part. last thing he wanted was to be subject to sheogorath’s rambles. only thing was… that never even came. at first, he almost felt complete relief not hearing sheo go on his massive fuckin’ rant about… everything that he went on about usually. over time, though, he couldn’t help but feel on edge.
wetting his lip, he glanced over the other man’s features. something seemed off. he didn’t really hang out with sheogorath enough to know what exactly was missing, but there was obviously something that was completely different about the whole situation than usual. “hello addy. yes, i came back.†for a moment he couldn’t help but simply stand there in his spot, mouth opened slightly at the statement. then-
“what the fuck?â€Â
this wasn’t the sheo that he thought he knew. was this some sort of fuckin’ replacement, or other? he knew it really wasn’t his place, though. addy kept his own fair share of secrets from most of the world; it really wasn’t his fuckin’ business to pry. making a scene about it definitely didn’t help anything he supposed -- especially while he had just said what he was thinking out loud. “uh- welcome back, i guess..†shifting his weight onto his other leg, he then added in a mutter, “i don’t even want to know what the fuck you were up to.â€Â
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//tw for mentions of drugs
Cat had indeed noticed Sheo's absence around the Badlands; something that would be true even if they weren't one of the only people he told about his leaving. He was hard to miss when he was there, so the void that the red-headed man was unmistakable. They didn't think about it too much; he was getting help in Springfield that he couldn't get here. Who was Cat to stand in his way?
They'd seen him when he was manic, they'd seen him when he was depressed. This was something else entirely, something that made the weight of a stone settle in their stomach when they realized he was drugged. This is the shit Derick would have wanted to put the cultists on. They realized with a sickening feeling. They'd never been all that big on drugs of any kind, exceptions carved out for legitimate medicine and more minor, relatively safe drugs.
They stared at Sheo and Addy for a few moments before walking over to the latter, attempting to clap a hand on his shoulder. "He was getting help in Springfield." They said, though he hadn't exactly asked them. Or anyone, technically. "What, did they put you on something?" They asked, pale blue fixed on Sheogorath.
//this is bad but they here
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 04/27/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 04/20/39 ⇥ Released Northstar from Badlands occupation
⇥ 04/16/39 ⇥ Was saved by Sheogorath
⇥ 04/15/39 ⇥ Took the Badlands brand
⇥ 04/08/39 ⇥ Had a huge fight with Molly
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
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this is a fancy by aj inspired by thes | sheogorath
'What the fuck?' Sheogorath gazed at Addy curiously, the slightest inquisitive glimmer invading the dullness of his amber eyes.
"Is something wrong?" The red head questioned robotically in response to the other person. The fingers of his right hand tapped against the pale blue eye topper of his cane, while his other arm flapped limply against his hips. Had he said something wrong? Sheogorath didn't know. Maybe it was his voice. He knew he sounded monotone, a far cry from his shrill tone when manic, but it wasn't something he could help.
Catalyst was there, then, arriving upon the scene, taking a moment to stare before moving closer. Sheogorath let his dull, glassy eyes fall across the figure of the leader, and realized that while he used to feel tense and uneasy when depressed, and entirely bold while manic around Catalyst, in that moment, he felt only a quiet calm, like the still waters of an undisturbed pond deep within the woods.
He stared down the leader as they questioned him with a neutral vision that, while dull, was not at all lifeless. For a moment, he felt himself zone out, his mind drifting into nothingness, his pupils growing still and distant. It probably looked as if he were staring through Catalyst, and into the abyss beyond. After silence had passed, Sheogorath dragged himself back into reality with a jerk of his head, as if he was yanking himself out of the grip of a dream. Catalyst had asked a question....a question....it had sounded so distant, what?
It took him another few moments of confusion before he managed to remember what Catalyst had said to him. He felt a bit self conscious, considering it had taken him so long to answer. No doubt the others has noticed his distant eyes, his blank expression, and now, his monotone voice as he answered.
"Yes. Medication." Sheogorath said simply. "They said it would help." And by them, he mostly meant Anton and Aaron. | [/table]
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