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[cadaverdaddy]

[To be honest, the Undertaker thought for certain that his basement, his beloved work, would be undisturbed during his trip back home. But upon his return, having once again plummeted to the ground in the baseball diamond at the break of morning, sounding his return with the cry of the siren. Once his quick return landed him at the familiar stoop

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[frosty_mind]

It is the twenty-seventh of November in the year two thousand and eleven. The day of the week is Sunday, if that matters to you.

As to news, mmm. AGI has taken control of liquor licenses, and there's a court case alleging they are abusing this to put non-AGI bars and restaurants out of business. There's a dragon in port which did major damage to SERO's port, and they're restricting their medical drugs to affiliates. There's a social push for a crackdown on vigilantes. The Newcomer Killer or an imitator has been killing. A new Newcomer serial killer is in prison. Two bodies were found on the train tracks today.

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[cadaverdaddy]

[A thoughtful hum.] So then I have been gone for exactly three weeks, how interesting. It was certainly not that long in my world at all.

[There's clinking in the background; he's trying to clean up his tools.] A killer~? [That's what has caught his notice.]

What sort of condition were the bodies in, my dear~? Anything fun? heeeeeee~ I certainly hope so.

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[frosty_mind]

Today's bodies were found somewhat shredded in the train system, having apparently been dragged from the train.

[cadaverdaddy]

What a shame. [He sighs, seemingly actually upset.] Dismemberment is so tasteless, when done in such a way.

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[sealbait]

[Veser has been sleeping terribly the past few weeks. Most night he's given up completely on even trying to sleep and just went downstairs to watch TV in the wee hours of the morning. Last night wasn't one of those nights. He'd slept in his own bed, though fitfully with a lot of tossing and turning.

Sound travels in this old house and Ves is already dimly awake when he hears the echo of laughter from the basement. If he's dreaming, he doesn't give two shits as he launches himself out of bed and nearly trips down the stairs on his way to the ground floor and then the basement.]

Jesus Christ, Taker?!

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[cadaverdaddy]

[The footsteps can really only be one person (seeing as Lee wouldn't make such racket). Another peal of laughter and he turns on his feels to face the door, awaiting the young man's graceless arrival.]

Yes, Veser, no need to run. You might fall and break your neck. [A tone of amusement colors his quiet voice.]

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[sealbait]

['Graceless' is a perfect word to describe Veser right now. He's all skinny limbs, tousled hair and baggy pajamas as he throws himself at Undertaker and latches himself to his waist, burying his face in the taller man's chest.]

Fuck, Taker! Just...fuck.

[He's not letting go anytime soon.]

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[cadaverdaddy]

[It's unusual for people to be running into the arms of the Undertaker, but it only makes another peal of laughter spill from his lips. One arm is trapped in the boy's death grip, though the other hand scratches with long nails through Veser's gray hair.]

I have been gone quite a while, haven't I?

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[littlest_lord]

I'm more than alive, thank you very much.

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[cadaverdaddy]

I am quite pleased, Earl. heeeeeee~ [Tapping his lower lip.] So what fun little stories might you have for me? Hmmm~? Hmmmm~?

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[littlest_lord]

I haven't any to entertain you with. [Aside from an engagement but it's not like he'll tell you that 8|]

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[cadaverdaddy]

Nothing~? [He's leaning into the video.] Nothing at all?

My didn't your father ever teach you that lying is naughty, little Earl?

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[cadaverdaddy]

I am doing no such thing, Gilbert. Come now, let's not be hostile~ heeeeeeeeheheheheeeee~

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[gotsomebadnoose]

[He was feeling down. Well, more down than usual. Ves was still there, but Taker had gone again. The silence that stretched through the house was one he hadn't been ready to embrace so soon. It reminded him too much of lonely times prior to the port-- of that long week stretch left alone in dusty old theatre attic with only his own dead body to converse with. Days without hearing a high shrill of a giggle or the click of long nails when spindly pale fingers reached out to touch...

Outside was a good place, he reasoned. Out here he could think about things he used to have and wonder what some pedestrians were conversing about when they passed the quiet cemetery that stretched behind this old creaky home.

Then there's a commotion in the house and Lee can't help a subdued smile when that very same familiar laugh reaches his ears.

The blue rope extends from his corpse. It weaves through the basement and exits out the back door.]

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[cadaverdaddy]

[It doesn't take long for Undertaker to find himself bored with the head pats that Veser's insecurities require. The corpse of Lee is before him, meaning that the spirit won't be that hard to find. However, calling for him over the network, wondering whether the summons will warrant a vocal response, or if he'll have to track the ghost down. It just seems more fun than to follow the proverbial yellow brick road. Or, in Lee's case, blue ghost rope. A snicker at his internal jest, and he pulls himself away from Veser.]

I will be out back a moment. [And he's gone, following the figurative and literal trail of despair out the basement exit. With Lee in sight, a grin breaks over Undertaker's lips.]

Have you been lonely, Lee?

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[gotsomebadnoose]

[he turns his head at the sound of the door softly clicking shut. Blue meets green and the half-smile remains, a cross between relief he's alive- he's FINE and quiet approval that the Undertaker, his FRIEND, would still seek him out-- that he still remembered him between leaving and returning.]

Boy, you sure know me don't you?

[He MISSED him, yes. But some niggling tiny suppressed voice chides in the back of his mind about how he missed those EYES more.]