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deercountry2022-04-06 10:14 pm
justoscar) wrote in deercountry2022-04-06 10:14 pm
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Better Run Run Run Away... | Closed
Who: Oscar Pine, Dipper and Ford Pines + CR-- and a SPECIAL GUEST
What: Oscar broke into a locked study and stole some questionable items. The Fallout is Insane.
When: Early April, right after Ianthe's post
Where: The Pines Residence (The Bone Fortress)
Content Warnings: theft, endangerment of minors, (temporary) dismemberment, written reference to blood, etc.
[Somewhere, on the other side of town, was a couple of teenage boys completely missing the warning on the network about Certain Wards and their Effects. Instead, they were deep in concentration over their attempted ward-breaking-- and Oscar, lips pressed together in worry, felt compelled to hurry.
What had started as an innocent curiosity had turned into something more once Oscar realized he could break the lock at the birthday party Kaworu had thrown for Paul a few days before. A nervous escapade and a bad trip later had further cemented what Oscar felt in his gut about the party's host. Although the man had a placid smile and an off the cuff demeanor, something about the man made his skin crawl and his stomach churn like dozens of snakes huddled in a ball for the winter. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't shake the look in the man's eyes.
Instead of the man who was cryptically called Teacher, Oscar saw only Salem.
He had run to Dipper's immediately upon coming to his senses again, having faith that his boyfriend and partner would have a better idea of how to break this kind of magic than Oscar did.
This Teacher couldn't possibly be worse than Bill Cipher.
(There was a plant that had come along as well... but the plant was innocent. He would get it proper nourishment later.)]
What: Oscar broke into a locked study and stole some questionable items. The Fallout is Insane.
When: Early April, right after Ianthe's post
Where: The Pines Residence (The Bone Fortress)
Content Warnings: theft, endangerment of minors, (temporary) dismemberment, written reference to blood, etc.
[Somewhere, on the other side of town, was a couple of teenage boys completely missing the warning on the network about Certain Wards and their Effects. Instead, they were deep in concentration over their attempted ward-breaking-- and Oscar, lips pressed together in worry, felt compelled to hurry.
What had started as an innocent curiosity had turned into something more once Oscar realized he could break the lock at the birthday party Kaworu had thrown for Paul a few days before. A nervous escapade and a bad trip later had further cemented what Oscar felt in his gut about the party's host. Although the man had a placid smile and an off the cuff demeanor, something about the man made his skin crawl and his stomach churn like dozens of snakes huddled in a ball for the winter. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't shake the look in the man's eyes.
Instead of the man who was cryptically called Teacher, Oscar saw only Salem.
He had run to Dipper's immediately upon coming to his senses again, having faith that his boyfriend and partner would have a better idea of how to break this kind of magic than Oscar did.
This Teacher couldn't possibly be worse than Bill Cipher.
(There was a plant that had come along as well... but the plant was innocent. He would get it proper nourishment later.)]
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[Rushing over, he reached out to steady Dipper with his hands in case the other boy needed it. Reactions like that usually meant nothing good-- but, for the moment, Dipper's safety was more important than any mysteries that the bone held.]
Hey. What happened? Are you okay?
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Fine. I'm fine.
[He squares his shoulders to give the bone something of an apprehensive look.]
The bone itself is ...really old, and whatever it used to belong to is something. I dunno. Pthumerian maybe? That's the first thing that comes to mind when trying to think of something this old and unknowable.
[With a frown he steps closer to it again, but keeping a healthy distance, still.]
What's on it, is the real issue. It's definitely warded, and whatever magic they used, it's something I've never seen before. The more I looked at it ...
[He hesitates on how to say this, trying to be as civil as possible. He really has no other way to describe it, though so he just sighs, running a hand through his hair.]
It's like looking at Ozpin's aura, but instead of it being bright and intense like staring into a radioactive sun, it's almost like it's in the opposite direction. It's still like staring into some kind of vast, horrible power but instead of a sun, it's like a void. A blackhole, maybe.
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[Oscar said in a steadying tone, and offered his shoulder for Dipper to lean on if necessary. His heart rate quickened with this new information as anxiety quietly spiked. As much as he tried to keep a damper on it, he knew there was no way of fully hiding it from Dipper.
Instead of sitting in it, he pushed through.]
You don't have to look at it with the eyepatch again. I knew there'd be a problem when I saw the blood wards around it. Watching you and your uncle taught me to not touch anything like that with my bare hands.
...I know I like my gloves, but my gut told me I might needs something more.
[He sucked in a breath-- nervous, even frightened.]
What is that guy doing just having a Pthumerian bone in his study like it's a neat little knick-knack. It's weird!
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[He pauses after that, and looks over at Oscar. Being an empath who is particularly in tune with Oscar, it isn't hard for him to pick up the emotions vibrating off of him. He leans in so he can take his hand and give it a squeeze.]
We'll figure it out, though. If he's up to something, we'll find a way to stop it, yeah? And help your friend.
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[Because he was nervous-- nervous for the people he knew who were oblivious, nervous for the possibility of having put Dipper in danger, nervous for the subsequent possibility of Mabel and Ford's wrath should anything happen to Dipper...]
You're the smartest guy I know, [He said, in a conscious effort of wheeling himself back into confidence while he repeated a phrase he said to himself often.]
If anyone can figure out this mystery, it's you. Then, together, we can make it right.
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Right! Right- [ahem] So, let's see.
[He focuses on the bone again.]
Use your Aura to try and touch it and I'll watch what the wards do. How they react might give us a clue about how to undo it.
Cw: injured minor, limb loss
[He nodded when he spoke, knowing in his gut that he could trust Dipper no matter how this ended up. They were just looking for answers-- that was all.
This would go off without a hitch.]
Just. Give me a minute...
[With that he closed his eyes, grounding himself and concentrating in the way he had learned from Qrow. He had only really started tapping into controlling his Aura in the nightmare that was Deerington before it's collapse. Qrow was indeed an excellent teacher, and the chance at a little bonding had offered him a skill he used time and again.
Feeling the verdant threads of the Aura he shared with Ozpin activate around his body like a sleeve, Oscar took a breath and opened his eyes. Meeting with Dipper's gaze once more, he offered a reassuring smile before reaching out to the delicate bone--
Touching it was a mistake.]
-- What the?
[It started as strange tingling that quickly ignited into what felt like an electrical fire. Before their eyes the fingers that had touched the bone dissolved into nothingness. Blood spilled out over the table, spreading over the area surrounding it-- and Oscar pulled away.
It wasn't enough.
As if being dipped into acid, the dissolution spread up his fingers and crawled over his hand with the burning hunger of a black sun.
Someone screamed. Oscar wasn't sure who it was before surprise gave way to shock.
In an instant his world went dark.]
Cw: injured minor, limb loss
[Which is to say, the kitchen is covered in blood and Dipper is holding onto an extremely unconscious Oscar while he tries to figure out what the fuck just happened.]
[Ford is likely already on his way, if the sheer volume of distress coming through their bond isn't already plenty to alert him, but the hysteric screaming and the potent smell of warm milk coming from the kitchen is definitely also decent causes for alarm, too.]
cw: ptsd
Other times, during a month long period of darkness, you're downstairs working on something when you hear a sudden, horrible scream coming from upstairs, and you're thrown back to the last time this exact same thing happened.
Ford is on his feet, up the basement stairs, and into the kitchen before he even fully processes that he heard the scream. The smell of milk filling the air is different from last time, but the sight of blood all over the place decidedly isn't. He's sees that it's Oscar that's injured this time, not Dipper, and a tremendous, selfish wave of relief washes over him. He wishes Oscar no ill-will, but if he had to choose between him and Dipper... well, it wouldn't even be a choice.
There's a fortunate side-effect, at least. Though Ford is still shaken, the relief jostles his brain back into gear. The numb tingling of terror starts to yield to focus and determination, and he doesn't even flinch when he steps in the puddle of Oscar's blood as he approaches. He doesn't ask Dipper for permission, but he does speak as he reaches out. ]
Dipper! Tell me what happened.
[ He goes for a tone that's measured and calm, but while his hands are steady his tone is not, and Dipper will be able to feel his skittering anxiety through the bond. ]
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I-I don't-
[Ford was here, Ford could help. His voice shakes something awful as he tries to answer him.]
Rebound- Magical rebound, it was the wards! I didn't- W-We thought his aura would be enough--
[Its not very coherent, but it might be enough to tell Ford it's at least magical in nature, whatever happened. The artifact, of course, is still on the table.]
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But he doesn't really have time to address that. Oscar's at real risk of dying, and so he shoves aside all other thoughts. ]
Okay. Listen to me--
[ Ford doesn't need help, but he's been in enough high-stress situations to recognize when someone is freaking out - and he knows Dipper well enough to know that he'll founder and sink if he's left without something to occupy him. He passes Dipper a knife and starts to dispense his instructions.
First he extracts his belt, winding it tightly around Oscar's wrist. Dipper is directed to punch a hole through the leather near the base, so that Ford can securely fasten it. He can see that Dipper was planning something with the vest, which is the right idea - so Ford tells him to fold it over and press down, hard, against the stump where Oscar's hand used to be. He tells Dipper to count Oscar's pulse beats - unnecessary, but it'll keep Dipper distracted while Ford calls Castor over and makes a call.
It doesn't take long, fortunately, and within just a few moments he cuts the feed off. He scoops Oscar up and rises, not minding the blood that gets all over him in the process (even if touching it momentarily warps the windows into stained-glass counterparts and makes the thin moonlight outside seem red). ]
Come on. I know someone who can fix this.
[ Whether or not he will... well, Ford doesn't see that they have much else in the way of options. ]
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Up the stone path, the house is a grand old Victorian left to rot. As Ford and his children reach the front doors, they creak open to reveal the servant left to greet them: a human skeleton, a speck of glowing red in each empty eye, which waits patiently in the foyer. Even the cracked marble floors beneath its feet are patched with whorls of old bone.
It's definitely an aesthetic. ]