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Finn shook his head initially when she asked about pain. He didn't feel much pain at all anymore--much like Xevon had said. It wasn't much pain at all, just a new world. A new sensation and... feathers. Yippee. His chest lifted and fell afterwards, one hand steadying himself against the nearby dresser while the other hand lifted up to press against his forehead. His fingers tangled up in his strawberry blond hair while he pieced through what was happening. "... I think it was another memory," Finn's voice was breathless and wobbly, more on the uncertain side. He knew about modern technology but had memories about... using outdated and antique stuff. What was happening?! ... Or more accurately, what was he before? "I... I saw... I think I saw myself--a smaller version of myself at least--with a washboard. Those wooden boards with a metal ridged thing in the middle," his hand moved from his forehead down to wave and wiggle with his words, "I was washing something and it was up and down, right? Right. I... there was someone else there but they were too fuzzy to see." He shook his head, confused. "You haven't had any memories at all?" His eyes turned to Lily, scanning her face for a long silent moment. "Anything?" He really didn't want to be the only one--it made him question on if... if he ... if she was even real. He had to be real if he was having memories but if she wasn't? Was any of this actually real or was he just on a long, solid limbo trip? |
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Lily tried to work out what that look was that splashed across his features before she could get a reply. Dipping her head a little to try and get a better viewing point. For a moment, her eyes drew up to where his hair was sticking out from between his fingers like spikes of dry grass. "A memory?" She ventured, repeating him. "A washing board? I haven't seen one in person before, but yes I know what you mean." Her voice was slow and careful, treading on eggshells around the topic. It was unusual to have a memory of using one, the only places she had seen them were on historical shows. Lily cleared her throat as she was suddenly the object of the conversation. "I can't say I have, I mean I remember who I am for the most part, but I don't know anything more than my name really..." She pulled her lip, biting at some of the dry skin on the bottom one. "I-I'm sorry, I haven't remembered anything yet." She felt like she had offended him perhaps with her lack of memory returning. He had spoken about it a few times, yet she had nothing. Not even a glimpse when she was asleep. Then she remembered the metallic weight in her back pocket, feeling the pull of the object on her jeans she pondered, maybe now she would start to get returning memories. Perhaps the talismans had been the key to bringing them out and she had only just obtained hers. Lily went to move and retrieve it from her back pocket, but the movement made the drying blood on her arms stretch. Making its presence known again, she grimaced at the feeling. "Can we talk about this more when we aren't covered in your blood?" |
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Finn shook his head lightly, lowering his hand to his sides as he paced back and forth. "No, no, you're right. We should talk more when we actually clean up a bit. You should go first," he offered, gesturing to the bathroom with the same hand he had just had tangled up in his strawberry blond hair. His gaze swiveled from right to left before he opted to just sit down on the floor where he was. He didn't want to get one of the beds dirty--even though there were probably at least a hundred other beds he could use. Dozens of rooms that they could move into and just leave this one behind entirely. He rested his hands in his lap, chewing inwardly on his lip as he pieced through his thoughts. Thoughts that seemed to fall all over each other like dripping sand. Xevon sighed softly, settling down beside him--despite knowing he couldn't really see him at all. He hadn't gone through that. He hadn't lost memories and remembered them through the trickling light of a pinhole. He had all of his memories. He had been in this hotel as a tourist--a person on vacation. It was a "haunted" hotel or whatever legend that the locals had woven up. He hadn't realized that it wasn't haunted--for real--and that it was a sacrificial move from the local following of a deranged god-like figure. Luckily, he was the last of the tourists to get trapped in that facade. |
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Lily tried to offer a small smile as he agreed, wanting to offer him to go first but she would be lying to herself if she didn't want first dibs. "Thank you, I'll be quick." She murmured, drifting towards the bed with all the towels, she plucked one of the last larger ones from the pile before slipping into the bathroom. For the first time, Lily pondered on the idea that the shower may not work, the taps did so the chances were high, but she could never really know until she tried. Before she removed her stained clothes, Lily leaned into the shower and pulled the tap. Relief washing over her as the water began to flow, a soft sigh leaving her lips. This would be nice. After she stood in the shower for longer than was probably required, she forced herself to turn off the calming warm stream. The sudden chill greeting her skin prickled the hairs, with quickened steps she moved to wrap her towel around herself. As she began to dry off the droplets of water, Lily's eyes carried towards the pile of clothes. A thought struck her, she had not checked the t-shirt beneath her jumper to see if it was stained, she prayed it wasn't or else she would have to pull the bloodied clothing back onto her clean skin. She reached for the shirt and lifted it from the floor, it was clean. Smiling, Lily dressed herself once more and left the towel hanging by the shower, unsure if there was another large towel that was not covered in blood. Carefully, she pulled the door open and stepped out, carrying her shoes in one hand. The shirt was simple, a white t-shirt with red shoulders and stitching. Her hair was pushed back over her head, towel dried so it would not drip onto the floor, face lightly flushed from the heat. "It's all yours." She hummed, making her way towards the bed without towels, perhaps she could rest while he showered. Callisto had remained hovering beside Xevon, following him as he moved towards Finntello. He had no desire to go into the bathroom and watch Lily shower, for one that would be creepy and two it did not interest him. However, Callisto did make a point of trying to be in the line of sight for Finn, trying gauge if the man could perceive him yet. With the talismans together, his appearance to the living would be quicker and Lily's gift would arrive a lot sooner than Finn's had. By judging how quickly his own form could be made out by Finn and Lily, he could give them an estimate as to when Lily would have her round of pain. "I will say, her not remembering things is a little interesting." He was half talking to himself as he directed his head towards Xevon, eyes still trailing over Finn's form on the bed. "I thought at least something would bleed through by now, as it had for him." Callisto gestured loosely towards the now half-winged man before him. |
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Finn tipped his head lightly, waving one hand as she hurried off. He knew full well he wasn't in too much of a rush to get cleaned off. It didn't affect him near as much as he thought it would. That or he was just putting up the face so that she didn't have to worry about him. That was unclear. The sound of the water running was good--it meant that the water actually worked! Finn's shoulders loosened just a touch as he stood up again from the floor and began to walk around the room. It was a bit odd to work with the weight on his back. But after a long few minutes, he found himself used to the weight. He could see Xevon, almost fully, on the bed with his legs crossed over each other. Beside him, there was... a misty ish figure. There was something. Finn wasn't quite sure what it was--well, he had a feeling he knew who it was but he wasn't entirely sure. But he could hear them. "I'd say," he commented back, noting the memories conversation, "but perhaps it's a talisman thing? I got my first one after I had the locket in my pocket--heh--with the old door knob." Xevon shrugged idly, looking toward Callisto and then back to the living man. "Beats me. I had all of mine to begin with. So, I'd assume so, but I really don't know." Finn shook his head, setting his hands on his hips as he paced back and forth again. It wasn't until the door opened that he finally looked over and tipped his head. "Sounds fantastic," he stepped toward the shower. Granted, he probably could've spent far more time in the shower than he did. But he found that trying to maneuver around the shower with a pair of growing wings was rather difficult. He did his best at least and stepped out, snatching the towel. Unfortunately, to get his shirt off--well, he had to use some more force. Which meant that it was now a pile of scraps on the floor. But at least he was more or less clean. That was something. In the fading fog of the mirror, Finn finally took a moment to look at himself. The large wings had unfurled with a dazzling brown, cream and red color and--unfortunately--the tail feathers connected to the bottom were similar markings. The tail feathers. That was a strange feeling. But he brushed it off and stepped out into the other room. "So now what?" |
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