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Summary:
The world of Torpin is open, dragging in Others from different worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the Others that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human Other drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains some stronger swearing.
Any questions or clarifications, just ask. (Unless it’s, you know, plot-related. XD)
As for the italics thing, I'm going for if the word's in caps, then chances are, it's supposed to be in italics. Similarly, if there's words encompassed by -' '- , then whatever's in between them should be italicised.
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 1,442
Total word count: 53,735
Status: Work in Progress
Shodin must have caught on that he'd lost Marland. He laughed, ducking his head and started twirling his hair around a finger. "I should… start at the start?"
Marland snorted. "Whatever's important," he said as he sat down, ears pricked forward. Shodin would end up going off track anyway, so pretending to be organised wouldn't do them any good.
Shodin smiled softly, eyes going off to the side. "I was a volunteer at where Balt works, but I'd disappeared soon after Balt had begun working there." He laughed, eyes shining. "So much for something that would take years to relearn."
So, he'd just been a volunteer? Marland peered at him, studying him. "Are you going to go there?"
He shook his head. "Not right now; at a later date. They're a little busy now with some projects."
Hmph. That was good. "So…" Marland prepared himself, "what else did you talk about?"
Marland wasn't sure how long their conversation lasted, but it was definitely a while.
* * *
Marland's ears went down at the sound of the phone. Who the hell was phoning HERE? He ignored it in favour of cleaning the dishes. It rang out, and then started ringing again straight after. It happened a third time, and Marland rolled his eyes, dumping the plate back in the water.
He picked it up. "Yeah?"
"Marland?"
He blinked, then stared at the receiver. "Yeah?" Who the hell knew this number to call him?
"It's Balt here-"
"Shodin's sleeping." Had gone to bed probably half-an-hour ago, his inner clock completely screwed up.
"Oh, no, I wasn't wanting to speak to him right now. It's you I want to talk to - I was just wondering if you were okay."
He stared at the receiver some more. What the hell? "I'm fine," he said bluntly, wanting to just put the phone down. One of the reasons why he hadn't gone with Shodin was because he hadn't felt like talking, so this wasn't something he wanted to do when he'd already tried to avoid it.
"Ah, that's good. I was worried when you weren't with Shodin this afternoon."
… Huh. Maybe it wasn't just Shodin that could make him stare incredulously so much. It had been a while since he'd done that to something Shodin had said or done though. "Tsh. I'm fine," he said again, one ear flicking back.
"So… you haven't been hurt then?"
What? Marland's other ear went back in confusion. "No." What the hell was this conversation about? It didn't sound like Balt was asking about him fighting Others.
"Oh, good. It was just – Shodin, and I wasn't sure if he was still the same and-"
"What?" What the hell did he mean 'still the same'?
There was a pause and all Marland could hear was Balt breathing. "So, he hasn't shown…?"
"Hasn't. Shown. What?" This entire conversation was getting really fucking frustrating. Marland suddenly appreciated Shodin being extremely direct when they talked. How the hell had those two had a conversation without it being five hours long? … It probably had been, knowing Shodin.
"Shodin – ah, Ronthar…" Balt trailed off. Marland growled, not caring if he scared him. Maybe if he did, he'd stop talking with him. Balt cleared his throat. "Ronthar… He, um…" A sigh and some more silence. "He hates Others."
Marland froze, stopped breathing, his mind blanking. "He WHAT?"
"RONTHAR does; I guess Shodin is okay with you?" Balt said in a rush. "I mean, I just thought that he might have been hurting you and–"
Marland snarled at the phone, ears pinned back and baring his teeth at it. "SHODIN? Hurting me?" The idiot went chasing after him with bandages and plasters whenever he got a scratch!
"Well, not Shodin, but if he were to remember more about his life… Like about Saisha... I'm not-"
He cut him off with a growl. Balt shut up immediately. "What ABOUT Saisha?" And why the hell was he asking? He should just slam the phone down already.
"She… ah, she was…"
Balt might not notice seeing how long he took to say anything.
"She was killed by an Other," Balt said quietly. "I heard Ronthar didn't take it too well."
Shit. Shitting – fucking - ! That was just fucking great. Just. Fucking - Marland snarled again.
"So that was why I wanted to make sure," Balt said quickly, "what with him now having magic and, well, you can't really defend-"
"I've got my own magic, so fuck off!" Marland slammed the phone down and stalked over to the sink. What the fucking hell? Just what. The. FUCKING. Hell.
The phone didn't ring again.
The water sloshed violently in the sink as he ripped the plate he'd been cleaning before out. He scrubbed at it, feeling his wild heartbeat in his chest, his head buzzing with blood and fury, and also with the words that Balt had said. He couldn't block them out. Whenever he tried to, they came back, or something else that he'd said would make itself known, being so completely obvious is his blank mind.
He could hear and feel his claws clinking against the plate and he tried to use that as a distraction, to bring his claws back in. It worked, to an extent. He'd retract his claws, they'd come out again, and the cycle of concentration would start up again. But whenever he paused long enough, whenever he was successful, a torrent of Balt's words would come flooding back, louder than before.
Somehow he was able to finish with the washing up, and hadn't woken up Shodin either in the process, which Marland supposed he shouldn't be too surprised about, seeing as he hadn't woken up right after the phone call either.
But after doing that, Marland was left alone with his thoughts. There wasn't anything else he could do. He wouldn't go out – look at what had happened the last time he'd stormed off and been so completely distracted. Staying inside was pointless as well; the only thing that he could do was sleep. But he knew that he wouldn't be able to accomplish that, not with the way that he was right now.
It didn't make any sense. Shodin didn't have any sort of problems with him, didn't understand that it would have been completely normal to avoid him. But that was Shodin. Shodin, who didn't have any memories of Others. Ronthar on the other hand…
Marland paced the main area, whirling around when he neared the wall, his ears pinned back, his wings outstretched around him, his claws gripping the ground. He didn't know if the fact that his claws catching on the ground was a welcome distraction or if it was pissing him off more. Not that he really could be.
So what the fuck was going to happen now? Was he just going to wait until Shodin recovered his memories and then he'd try to kill him? If Shodin got his memories back. He hadn't seemed that interested in getting them back, but he hadn't known what he'd lost.
Marland paused when another thought hit him.
… Was that how Shodin had gotten all those injuries? From being attacked by an Other?
Fucking hell.
The room was filled with the unbroken sound of Marland growling as he began pacing again, but not as heatedly as before.
There… wasn't much Marland could do. If Shodin got his memories back, there wasn't anything Marland could do about that; if Shodin didn't get his memories back, Marland would just be waiting for when Shodin WOULD get his memory back. But, again, Marland knew nothing about memory problems and how they were fixed.
Shoulders slumped, wings drooping, Marland knew that he could only wait, really. Shodin hadn't said anything about having any solid memories come to him, apart from the flashes of feelings he sometimes got but… Marland's mind trailed off and then inspected that thought.
The only times Shodin really got pissed off at him was when he thought Marland was going to attempt to do something stupid that would result in him getting hurt more. So, maybe…
Marland shook his head and sighed. He sat down on the closest chair, his wings' flapping slowing him just enough that it was at least a little controlled. He was thinking about this too much – but there wasn't anything to do BUT think about this. All of Balt's words were repeating themselves, echoing over each other, so that at least helped. It didn't stop the dread growing in Marland's stomach at every word, even if he didn't quite know what he was hearing.
Summary:
The world of Torpin is open, dragging in Others from different worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the Others that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human Other drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains some stronger swearing.
Any questions or clarifications, just ask. (Unless it’s, you know, plot-related. XD)
As for the italics thing, I'm going for if the word's in caps, then chances are, it's supposed to be in italics. Similarly, if there's words encompassed by -' '- , then whatever's in between them should be italicised.
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 1,442
Total word count: 53,735
Status: Work in Progress
Shodin must have caught on that he'd lost Marland. He laughed, ducking his head and started twirling his hair around a finger. "I should… start at the start?"
Marland snorted. "Whatever's important," he said as he sat down, ears pricked forward. Shodin would end up going off track anyway, so pretending to be organised wouldn't do them any good.
Shodin smiled softly, eyes going off to the side. "I was a volunteer at where Balt works, but I'd disappeared soon after Balt had begun working there." He laughed, eyes shining. "So much for something that would take years to relearn."
So, he'd just been a volunteer? Marland peered at him, studying him. "Are you going to go there?"
He shook his head. "Not right now; at a later date. They're a little busy now with some projects."
Hmph. That was good. "So…" Marland prepared himself, "what else did you talk about?"
Marland wasn't sure how long their conversation lasted, but it was definitely a while.
* * *
Marland's ears went down at the sound of the phone. Who the hell was phoning HERE? He ignored it in favour of cleaning the dishes. It rang out, and then started ringing again straight after. It happened a third time, and Marland rolled his eyes, dumping the plate back in the water.
He picked it up. "Yeah?"
"Marland?"
He blinked, then stared at the receiver. "Yeah?" Who the hell knew this number to call him?
"It's Balt here-"
"Shodin's sleeping." Had gone to bed probably half-an-hour ago, his inner clock completely screwed up.
"Oh, no, I wasn't wanting to speak to him right now. It's you I want to talk to - I was just wondering if you were okay."
He stared at the receiver some more. What the hell? "I'm fine," he said bluntly, wanting to just put the phone down. One of the reasons why he hadn't gone with Shodin was because he hadn't felt like talking, so this wasn't something he wanted to do when he'd already tried to avoid it.
"Ah, that's good. I was worried when you weren't with Shodin this afternoon."
… Huh. Maybe it wasn't just Shodin that could make him stare incredulously so much. It had been a while since he'd done that to something Shodin had said or done though. "Tsh. I'm fine," he said again, one ear flicking back.
"So… you haven't been hurt then?"
What? Marland's other ear went back in confusion. "No." What the hell was this conversation about? It didn't sound like Balt was asking about him fighting Others.
"Oh, good. It was just – Shodin, and I wasn't sure if he was still the same and-"
"What?" What the hell did he mean 'still the same'?
There was a pause and all Marland could hear was Balt breathing. "So, he hasn't shown…?"
"Hasn't. Shown. What?" This entire conversation was getting really fucking frustrating. Marland suddenly appreciated Shodin being extremely direct when they talked. How the hell had those two had a conversation without it being five hours long? … It probably had been, knowing Shodin.
"Shodin – ah, Ronthar…" Balt trailed off. Marland growled, not caring if he scared him. Maybe if he did, he'd stop talking with him. Balt cleared his throat. "Ronthar… He, um…" A sigh and some more silence. "He hates Others."
Marland froze, stopped breathing, his mind blanking. "He WHAT?"
"RONTHAR does; I guess Shodin is okay with you?" Balt said in a rush. "I mean, I just thought that he might have been hurting you and–"
Marland snarled at the phone, ears pinned back and baring his teeth at it. "SHODIN? Hurting me?" The idiot went chasing after him with bandages and plasters whenever he got a scratch!
"Well, not Shodin, but if he were to remember more about his life… Like about Saisha... I'm not-"
He cut him off with a growl. Balt shut up immediately. "What ABOUT Saisha?" And why the hell was he asking? He should just slam the phone down already.
"She… ah, she was…"
Balt might not notice seeing how long he took to say anything.
"She was killed by an Other," Balt said quietly. "I heard Ronthar didn't take it too well."
Shit. Shitting – fucking - ! That was just fucking great. Just. Fucking - Marland snarled again.
"So that was why I wanted to make sure," Balt said quickly, "what with him now having magic and, well, you can't really defend-"
"I've got my own magic, so fuck off!" Marland slammed the phone down and stalked over to the sink. What the fucking hell? Just what. The. FUCKING. Hell.
The phone didn't ring again.
The water sloshed violently in the sink as he ripped the plate he'd been cleaning before out. He scrubbed at it, feeling his wild heartbeat in his chest, his head buzzing with blood and fury, and also with the words that Balt had said. He couldn't block them out. Whenever he tried to, they came back, or something else that he'd said would make itself known, being so completely obvious is his blank mind.
He could hear and feel his claws clinking against the plate and he tried to use that as a distraction, to bring his claws back in. It worked, to an extent. He'd retract his claws, they'd come out again, and the cycle of concentration would start up again. But whenever he paused long enough, whenever he was successful, a torrent of Balt's words would come flooding back, louder than before.
Somehow he was able to finish with the washing up, and hadn't woken up Shodin either in the process, which Marland supposed he shouldn't be too surprised about, seeing as he hadn't woken up right after the phone call either.
But after doing that, Marland was left alone with his thoughts. There wasn't anything else he could do. He wouldn't go out – look at what had happened the last time he'd stormed off and been so completely distracted. Staying inside was pointless as well; the only thing that he could do was sleep. But he knew that he wouldn't be able to accomplish that, not with the way that he was right now.
It didn't make any sense. Shodin didn't have any sort of problems with him, didn't understand that it would have been completely normal to avoid him. But that was Shodin. Shodin, who didn't have any memories of Others. Ronthar on the other hand…
Marland paced the main area, whirling around when he neared the wall, his ears pinned back, his wings outstretched around him, his claws gripping the ground. He didn't know if the fact that his claws catching on the ground was a welcome distraction or if it was pissing him off more. Not that he really could be.
So what the fuck was going to happen now? Was he just going to wait until Shodin recovered his memories and then he'd try to kill him? If Shodin got his memories back. He hadn't seemed that interested in getting them back, but he hadn't known what he'd lost.
Marland paused when another thought hit him.
… Was that how Shodin had gotten all those injuries? From being attacked by an Other?
Fucking hell.
The room was filled with the unbroken sound of Marland growling as he began pacing again, but not as heatedly as before.
There… wasn't much Marland could do. If Shodin got his memories back, there wasn't anything Marland could do about that; if Shodin didn't get his memories back, Marland would just be waiting for when Shodin WOULD get his memory back. But, again, Marland knew nothing about memory problems and how they were fixed.
Shoulders slumped, wings drooping, Marland knew that he could only wait, really. Shodin hadn't said anything about having any solid memories come to him, apart from the flashes of feelings he sometimes got but… Marland's mind trailed off and then inspected that thought.
The only times Shodin really got pissed off at him was when he thought Marland was going to attempt to do something stupid that would result in him getting hurt more. So, maybe…
Marland shook his head and sighed. He sat down on the closest chair, his wings' flapping slowing him just enough that it was at least a little controlled. He was thinking about this too much – but there wasn't anything to do BUT think about this. All of Balt's words were repeating themselves, echoing over each other, so that at least helped. It didn't stop the dread growing in Marland's stomach at every word, even if he didn't quite know what he was hearing.
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2010 08:28 am (UTC)"I was a volunteer at where Balt works, but I'd disappeared soon after Balt had begun working there." He laughed, eyes shining. "So much for something that would take years to relearn."
Oooo, so they have met before? Or they were working in the same place but hadn't officially met? A volunteer... wonder what kind of place it is.
"Not right now; at a later date. They're a little busy now with some projects."
Hm, wonder what kind of projects. =P
He ignored it in favour of cleaning the dishes.
Domestic image. XD
"Oh, no, I wasn't wanting to speak to him right now. It's you I want to talk to - I was just wondering if you were okay."
Hmm~~ *grins in anticipation* Balt seems like a pretty nice guy.
Maybe it wasn't just Shodin that could make him stare incredulously so much.
Heee.
"Oh, good. It was just – Shodin, and I wasn't sure if he was still the same and-"
Hm~~.
"Hasn't. Shown. What?"
I thought it was going to be about his powers. =P Guess I was wrong! And yeah, I skipped ahead. XDD Can't stop myself! Ahhh
"Shodin – ah, Ronthar…" Balt trailed off. Marland growled, not caring if he scared him. Maybe if he did, he'd stop talking with him. Balt cleared his throat. "Ronthar… He, um…" A sigh and some more silence. "He hates Others."
Did not expect this. But OMG, this is squee-worthy and making my head spin. =P I should read on...
"SHODIN? Hurting me?" The idiot went chasing after him with bandages and plasters whenever he got a scratch!
Ahahaha.
"She was killed by an Other," Balt said quietly. "I heard Ronthar didn't take it too well."
Aww. ): Well, that would make him hate Others, wouldn't it? Wonder if Balt told Shodin anymore about Saisha.
"So that was why I wanted to make sure," Balt said quickly, "what with him now having magic and, well, you can't really defend-"
Hm, does this mean he didn't have magic before?
The water sloshed violently in the sink as he ripped the plate he'd been cleaning before out.
Not so domestic scene anymore... XD Poor Marland. ):
He wouldn't go out – look at what had happened the last time he'd stormed off and been so completely distracted.
Yeah, going out's not a good idea. =P
He didn't know if the fact that his claws catching on the ground was a welcome distraction or if it was pissing him off more. Not that he really could be.
I guess his claws are getting in his way too.
Poor Marland! He's kind of stuck. And he's swearing a lot, hahaha. XD
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Date: Dec. 1st, 2010 11:35 am (UTC)Met in passing, but they hadn't talked with each other while Shodin was there.
*snickers* Yep, domestic, and he'd rather do that than talk with someone.
*grins*
Yey! You didn't expect that! :D
When Shodin asked, Balt said she'd moved away and hadn't gotten any of her contact details before she'd left. So Shodin doesn't know.
Yep, poor Marland. :(
XD He iiiis. *facepalm*
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Date: Dec. 2nd, 2010 10:54 am (UTC)Now I'm imagining Marland standing there with his wings protectively around himself, furiously scrubbing away at dishes and not wanting to be disturbed because he's washing dishes!
Ahh, okay, so Shodin doesn't know. ): Hmmm.
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Date: Dec. 6th, 2010 08:53 pm (UTC)Eeeeee! *snickers at the image*
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Date: Dec. 7th, 2010 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Dec. 7th, 2010 08:19 pm (UTC)XD I had drawing as a hobby, because he wasn't interested in watching TV that much (why watch cooking shows if he doesn't know if he can eat the food he's made? Watching the films that he could possibly interested in have a high tendency to have 'argh! Others! Kill it!' in them so it wouldn't be fun viewing), he couldn't really go out to watch films or go for walks, and he looked at me funny when I tried to make him interested in plants. So sketching the really weird Others (in his opinion) ended up being something to pass the time. XDD Or whatever's in the house at the time.
I had an idea of a scene where Shodin's cleaning up or something and stumbles across Marland's sketchbook. I think Marland's pretty good, because he's had nothing else to do for hours on end sometimes so it's sketch sketch sketch sketch.
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Date: Dec. 10th, 2010 10:53 am (UTC)LOL, Marland interested in plants... but hey, he did name Shodin after a tree. =P
I guess Marland didn't have much time to draw while Shodin was there?
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Date: Dec. 12th, 2010 01:35 pm (UTC)XDD
I don't think it was that - I think Marland drew because there wasn't anything else for him to do, so with Shodin there, he wasn't left so much with nothing to do.