OOC - First Memory
[ooc: Backdated to Saturday morning.]
Arthur woke up, stretched, and yelled into the rest of the apartment. "Hey, Locket!" he called out. "Is breakfast ready yet?" No answer. Damn. He must have overslept. Oh well, he could probably fend for himself.
Still a little groggy, Arthur walked out into the empty living area. As he headed towards the kitchen, something in the sink caught his eye. Coming closer, he realized it was some kind of strange crystal floating within a set of rings. He'd never seen one before, but he'd heard about them from others. A memory crystal. Being careful, Arthur picked it up by one of the rings, headed back into his bedroom, and laid down on his bed, holding the crystal above him where he could look at it.
Should he activate it? On the one hand, he was anxious for any information about who he was, but then again, something deep down made him pause. Maybe he didn't want to know. He had a pretty good life here, why mess that up with bad memories? He sat there for ten more minutes, but, in the end, his curiosity won. He had to know. He sat up, reached between the rings, and touched the crystal.
----
He was sitting alone on a cot in a cell of some sort, hugging his knees to his chest. His body was covered in tumors and wrapped sporadically in grimy bandages. A voice, his own, mumbled something into the darkness.
"Snop. Packle. Crop."
"Nice...I like it when they don't rhyme," said a female voice behind him. Turning towards the sudden sound, he saw a beautiful woman wearing a slinky, skin-tight purple dress. She was leaning against the wall, her face partially concealed by shadows.
"...More sensual that way," she said, continuing. "Not to mention that men who have a way with words tend to be good with their mouths." She sighed, a heavy, sultry sound. "I just suppose I'll have to wait to find out."
"It's official," he said. "That is the sound of my sanity crumbling."
"Wait--! Y-you can see me?" she asked, moving over to him. As she leaned in close, he finally got a good look at her face or, at least, where her face should have been. In its place was a bone white skull with two green lights glowing brightly from within the eye sockets.
"S'funny...I always expected my descent into madness to be more...violent," he said, staring deeply into her "eyes." "This was almost anti-climactic. Not that I'm complaining. If one's going to spend his days hallucinating about the Grip Reaper...she may as well be drop-dead gorgeous."
"Something's wrong here," she said as she stood back up. "A living being shouldn't be able to see me...at least not until the actual time of departure. If you could...if anyone could, they'd instantly go out of their gourd--"
Without any warning, she leaned back over, her head going through his with a sickening SCHLOOK noise. Luckily, as disturbing as it was, there was no physical sensation to go with it. Regardless, he screamed, although the sound came out muffled as she continued what she was saying as though nothing was wrong.
"--But I don't see any aneurysms erupting...and you haven't started drooling yet," and, just as easily, she popped her head back out.
"What the &*$%#@ was that? That felt real! Like...really real!" he said, scrambling on his bed to put some distance between them.
"Sorry, darling, I just wanted to take a peek--"
"That was no normal hallucination--"
"--Amazing...a living breathing soul to interact with..." she said, as she stretched out, lying seductively on her side, floating in mid-air. "Imagine all the delicious possibilities..."
"...It's the drugs," he said, putting his hands to the sides of his head and pulling out thin blond strands of hair. "I know it, Killebrew slipped me something..."
"Oh please. Don't go drama queen on me now...I'm Death. Just live with it." She snapped her fingers, the sound reverberating loudly in the tiny room. "I've got it, I know why you can see me...why I was drawn here so early...cosmic abomination."
"What?"
"Body and soul, you're primed to pierce the dark veil...but outside circumstances conspire to keep you alive...and you've given in to them." She moved over towards him, put her hands on the wall behind him, and leaned over him, her chest inches from his face. "I'm here to provide a little...friendly motivation. You've called for me, defined me. I'm exactly as you'd like to see me...exactly the way you'd want to hear me...to feel me...in order to make your transition desirable."
"Mercy."
"Do you want me?"
"Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "No matter what they do."
"If you mean it...kiss me. That's all...a single kiss..." she murmured, leaning in even closer.
"Yes..." he whispered, closing his eyes.
"...And a dead body, of course. I can't take the captain until the ship sinks, dig?"
After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, but she was gone. Vanished into thin air. Her voice, however, was still there, although it too was beginning to fade.
"You want me, big boy...come and get me. Find a way to die. I promise it will be worth your while. In the meantime...I'll be around...I wouldn't miss the opportunity to...motivate a living soul for the world. Tata, my sweet..."
"Gee...just when I think my life can't get any more twisted...I want that girl."
----
Arthur's head swam a bit as the memory faded and his vision returned to normal. What in the world had he just seen? Could that really have been an old memory of his? He hoped not. Still, he knew he had seen that woman before. She had appeared in the mirror when he and Cara had gone into the cave with all those bats. So, she was really Death, huh? Arthur sat up in bed and hugged his knees to his chest. He had a lot to think about.
OOC Notes
Sight/sound memory.
Comes from Deadpool/Death '98 Annual. All dialogue and most of the action comes straight out of the pages of the comic with one or two details to fill in gaps between panels.
Punishment: For the next three days, Arthur will find himself completely irresistible to women. 24/7, day and night.
Arthur woke up, stretched, and yelled into the rest of the apartment. "Hey, Locket!" he called out. "Is breakfast ready yet?" No answer. Damn. He must have overslept. Oh well, he could probably fend for himself.
Still a little groggy, Arthur walked out into the empty living area. As he headed towards the kitchen, something in the sink caught his eye. Coming closer, he realized it was some kind of strange crystal floating within a set of rings. He'd never seen one before, but he'd heard about them from others. A memory crystal. Being careful, Arthur picked it up by one of the rings, headed back into his bedroom, and laid down on his bed, holding the crystal above him where he could look at it.
Should he activate it? On the one hand, he was anxious for any information about who he was, but then again, something deep down made him pause. Maybe he didn't want to know. He had a pretty good life here, why mess that up with bad memories? He sat there for ten more minutes, but, in the end, his curiosity won. He had to know. He sat up, reached between the rings, and touched the crystal.
----
He was sitting alone on a cot in a cell of some sort, hugging his knees to his chest. His body was covered in tumors and wrapped sporadically in grimy bandages. A voice, his own, mumbled something into the darkness.
"Snop. Packle. Crop."
"Nice...I like it when they don't rhyme," said a female voice behind him. Turning towards the sudden sound, he saw a beautiful woman wearing a slinky, skin-tight purple dress. She was leaning against the wall, her face partially concealed by shadows.
"...More sensual that way," she said, continuing. "Not to mention that men who have a way with words tend to be good with their mouths." She sighed, a heavy, sultry sound. "I just suppose I'll have to wait to find out."
"It's official," he said. "That is the sound of my sanity crumbling."
"Wait--! Y-you can see me?" she asked, moving over to him. As she leaned in close, he finally got a good look at her face or, at least, where her face should have been. In its place was a bone white skull with two green lights glowing brightly from within the eye sockets.
"S'funny...I always expected my descent into madness to be more...violent," he said, staring deeply into her "eyes." "This was almost anti-climactic. Not that I'm complaining. If one's going to spend his days hallucinating about the Grip Reaper...she may as well be drop-dead gorgeous."
"Something's wrong here," she said as she stood back up. "A living being shouldn't be able to see me...at least not until the actual time of departure. If you could...if anyone could, they'd instantly go out of their gourd--"
Without any warning, she leaned back over, her head going through his with a sickening SCHLOOK noise. Luckily, as disturbing as it was, there was no physical sensation to go with it. Regardless, he screamed, although the sound came out muffled as she continued what she was saying as though nothing was wrong.
"--But I don't see any aneurysms erupting...and you haven't started drooling yet," and, just as easily, she popped her head back out.
"What the &*$%#@ was that? That felt real! Like...really real!" he said, scrambling on his bed to put some distance between them.
"Sorry, darling, I just wanted to take a peek--"
"That was no normal hallucination--"
"--Amazing...a living breathing soul to interact with..." she said, as she stretched out, lying seductively on her side, floating in mid-air. "Imagine all the delicious possibilities..."
"...It's the drugs," he said, putting his hands to the sides of his head and pulling out thin blond strands of hair. "I know it, Killebrew slipped me something..."
"Oh please. Don't go drama queen on me now...I'm Death. Just live with it." She snapped her fingers, the sound reverberating loudly in the tiny room. "I've got it, I know why you can see me...why I was drawn here so early...cosmic abomination."
"What?"
"Body and soul, you're primed to pierce the dark veil...but outside circumstances conspire to keep you alive...and you've given in to them." She moved over towards him, put her hands on the wall behind him, and leaned over him, her chest inches from his face. "I'm here to provide a little...friendly motivation. You've called for me, defined me. I'm exactly as you'd like to see me...exactly the way you'd want to hear me...to feel me...in order to make your transition desirable."
"Mercy."
"Do you want me?"
"Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "No matter what they do."
"If you mean it...kiss me. That's all...a single kiss..." she murmured, leaning in even closer.
"Yes..." he whispered, closing his eyes.
"...And a dead body, of course. I can't take the captain until the ship sinks, dig?"
After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, but she was gone. Vanished into thin air. Her voice, however, was still there, although it too was beginning to fade.
"You want me, big boy...come and get me. Find a way to die. I promise it will be worth your while. In the meantime...I'll be around...I wouldn't miss the opportunity to...motivate a living soul for the world. Tata, my sweet..."
"Gee...just when I think my life can't get any more twisted...I want that girl."
----
Arthur's head swam a bit as the memory faded and his vision returned to normal. What in the world had he just seen? Could that really have been an old memory of his? He hoped not. Still, he knew he had seen that woman before. She had appeared in the mirror when he and Cara had gone into the cave with all those bats. So, she was really Death, huh? Arthur sat up in bed and hugged his knees to his chest. He had a lot to think about.
OOC Notes
Sight/sound memory.
Comes from Deadpool/Death '98 Annual. All dialogue and most of the action comes straight out of the pages of the comic with one or two details to fill in gaps between panels.
Punishment: For the next three days, Arthur will find himself completely irresistible to women. 24/7, day and night.