Oscar 'Little Cute Boy' Pine (
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Entry tags:
February Catch-All
Who: Oscar Pine
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What: A log wherein threads for various plots will be gathered
When: Throughout February
Where: Clockhouse + Throughout Trench
Content Warnings: TBD
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What: A log wherein threads for various plots will be gathered
When: Throughout February
Where: Clockhouse + Throughout Trench
Content Warnings: TBD
Closed | Late February | For Savage
Willow was Dead, everyone was on high alert, and Oscar was so frazzled he felt on the verge of astral projecting-- the task of staying grounded and within his body to fathom the hardships, complications, and full ramifications of this incident were mind boggling.
Sleep did not come for him. But, as he lurked outside the building at night for the clarity of the frigid winter air, he was glad that the looming figure of Shortcake had joined him. The black stallion had been with him since he entered the Dream, and Oscar was glad when Shortcake joined him on the shores after that world had collapsed. In short, the rough mannered horse was one of the few stable elements in Oscar's life.
Family was another, and Willow was a part of that. So long as the chocolates were causing everyone to act in ways that were out of character for them, Oscar didn't know when he would sleep again...
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However, it was unlike Willow not to answer him within a few hours. She was generally quite prompt. With her uncertainty when it came to how his brother had made a public declaration of future battle, he had offered to escort her from the lamp that she would typically use. He had decided to take it upon himself to assure himself of her safety before calling off the study session off.
He had been to her house before, escorting her on several occasions. He'd never gone inside and never wanted to. Still, he approached the familiar house with his usual lumbering stalk and noted that there was someone he didn't recognize and what he had come to know as a horse.
At first, he thought nothing of it. People had roommates. People waited for others. It wouldn't be considered unusual. He made no attempt to hide his direct line towards the house.
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It was a presence that was vaguely familiar to Oscar. They had not interacted very much besides in passing, but there were certain individuals that his awareness, enhanced by his Paleblood, wouldn't fail to identify by character if not by name. This was one of the more intense people in town.
He had no idea why this person was here, and so Oscar stayed his ground until the stranger drew closer.
"...Whatever business you have here, this is kind of a bad time."
He said, in a voice that was soft and tired and yet firmly girded in steel. He was exhausted, and for once had little patience for drama.
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He glanced at the house which had been his purpose and then back at the humanling.
"I'm here for Willow. We have a scheduled arrangement she missed." He wasn't actually here to cause trouble; he tended to leave that sort of activity for his brother.
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The fear and pain that the boy was trying to hide was immediately visible at the mention of Willow's name. Hazel eyes widened briefly before Oscar sharply looked away, thick hair clouding his face from full visibility. Underneath him, Shortcake chuffed in obvious concern...
"That's... part of the problem."
Oscar confessed at length, finally daring to meet Savage's alien gaze.
"She's dead. I'm sorry."
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From further down the street where he had come, a low rumbling bellow sounded and his Omen, Brute, lumbered out from a side-street. Another louder bellow and the Reek picked up a trot down the street, shaking a threatening head at any vehicle in the way.
He watched with an impassive expression, watching the human then glancing to the house and back again. "How?"
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It was hard to find his own internal stability. The overwhelming grief within the verdant halls of the mansion they lived him was the result of everyone who resided there-- and stemmed from far more than just Willow's untimely passing. So much had happened and so much kept happening that it was impossible to keep track of everything.
For the moment, Oscar felt too raw to try to numb himself.
Sucking in a shaky breath, he ran his hands through Shortcake's mane to anchor himself and keep explaining.
He didn't really know this man and had no idea what could happen.
"Some of our friends got married. With the festivities and everything going on in town..."
He trailed. The fervor of bonds and chocolate was a direct contrast to the terrible foreboding that clouded the beach as people scurried to prepare for a strange and horrific beast to approach. Confusion reigned across Trench.
"We must have lost track of her. That kinda thing hasn't happened before. Not here!"
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He stood there rooted on the spot that he had taken up, almost frustrated out of his surprise at her being dead by the lack of information. Surely someone knew how, why, and when she had died. She was... too popular not to be noticed in such a way.
His omen had trotted the distance to him and nudged him with a big cheek horn. He ignored the beast for now, processing.
"Where was she felled? I want to see her." He needed to confirm with his own eyes possible injuries. It would dictate his next move.
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"I don't know," he repeated, more firmly as he reached for the strange internal balance born of a fate not meant to be his that had girded him through disasters already. This was difficult, but not impossible.
He had already seen hell, and lied to her face.
"We found her body in her room, already cold and starting to decay. Whatever happened to her... it wasn't natural.
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Why did he even want to know? She was a human who had been kind towards him, but he knew if he grew angry, if he released the deep well of hatred and his fury that she would back away. They all had to. Only the kits born on the dark side hub of Dathomir naturally knew the danger of one another and accepted it. So what if Willow died? She would come back; death had no permanence here.
He glanced at the youngling, keeping his expression sharp as he sorted through his internal emotions.
"Was a weapon used on her? Could you tell?" Stop. He needed to walk away. Even if it was Maul, nothing would change. He'd stand with his brother; he'd made a promise - influenced by the magic of the witches yes - to walk with Maul.
Sorry for the wait
He admitted, nervous about how this person would react. For once, Oscar was in a position where he didn't have a lot of answers, and it was unnerving.
"My mentor took care of everything himself and wouldn't let others help. I suppose that's his right, though. He's the oldest in the house and he knows how to handle difficult problems."
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He had a lot on his mind, and he was uncomfortable knowing that Willow was dead. He wasn't offended by dead bodies, but... it wasn't going to happen here it seemed. The kid was clearly upset.
"Who is your mentor?" Maybe he'd go that direction.
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Taking a deep breath, he heaved a sigh.
"His name is Ozpin. He's the guy who lived in this house before any of us, back before the dream collapsed. If he knows you're a friend of Willow's, he might be willing to talk."
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Ozpin. He'd never heard that name before, and it was unique. Perhaps he would look into his brother's tactics and try to research first. Charging in headlong with false information would do him no good; Savage didn't have friends.
"Perhaps another time. I'm too angry over her death for more civil conversation where I have to pull information," he remarked. It was more than anger, but he wasn't going to focus on anything other than that. "Keep her safe when she returns."
Then he turned to leave.