GRAVEYARD

[cartesio]

The other side...?

Have you started feeling at home in Cartesio yet? The town has offered you every hospitality that its citizens could think of. They love every corner of this town and they want you to feel the same. Have you accepted Cartesio into your heart yet?

Then it should be comforting to wake in your hotel room. A ceiling you have gotten used to, the warmth of a blanket surrounding you, your own breathing... and silence. All-encompassing silence.
It perseveres when you leave your room, it perseveres when you leave the hotel... Cartesio is quiet because there is nobody in Cartesio who could be making noise. It's a ghost town.

There is only you now, you think. And then, just as you've given up, a noise comes to your ears. A voice, unmistakably. It's time to follow it.

As of Week 5 you may see random objects and buildings of any size flicker. For milli-seconds they seem to glow on and off, blur around the edges, even distort a little. It only happens for a moment at a time, but it happens fairly often.

Welcome to the Cartesio Graveyard. Your character has woken up in a version of the town that is devoid of citizens, but there do seem to be a few people around. Time to explore the mysteries of the other side. For a more thorough OOC guide, we have compiled an FAQ.

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Graveyard FAQ
Living Community

Comments

[amburere]

[ The fact that Hawks choose to walk instead of fly is not lost on Dabi. That's partially why he stares for longer than usual, and also because of how their executions went. There's the whole being dead thing too. ]

Yo, birdie. 'm shocked, really. But shouldn't your wings be white now? Missin' a halo too.

[icariot]

[Sorry Dabi, your last memories of Hawks are really not his model best. He’ll finish approaching Dabi, but makes no move to immediately touch. They don’t have PDAs, but part of Hawks barely believes it’s possible for Dabi to be here. For himself to be here.

The nickname and joke go a long way towards soothing any ruffled feathers. So for now Hawks continues to keep his hands to himself.]

Pretty sure if I’m missing a halo, you’re missing your horns, hotstuff.

[amburere]

[ Dabi finds himself shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning back onto the banister. Habit, mostly. If they both act like how they normally do, there's no need to think about trial, or last night, or the execution. ]

Yeah? Maybe we can make it your next modeling gig. Collaboration spread. [ There's no way he'll come to regret this challenge one day. No way at all. ]

[icariot]

[They can agree on that thought, for now. Eventually a discussion will happen. For now this is fine, and Hawks rocks back on his heels to a more relaxed posture. His wings settle into a less tense stance immediately after.]

You have the legs for it, for sure. The modeling agencies all love tall men. [Challenge accepted, as Hawks makes sure to scan up and down those same legs]

[amburere]

[ Dabi manages a smirk that's mostly assured, mostly cause he's realized that he's set this trap himself. ]

No mention of my beautiful blue eyes? You're gonna hurt my feelings, birdie. They're up here, y'know.

[icariot]

[For all the talk moments ago of Hawks being angelic, there’s a sharp devilish grin spreading across his face.]

I dunno, hotstuff, I think I prefer your eyes over here, all to myself. [No need for others to get too captivated, after all. They might think they have half a chance to measure up to the dangerous intelligence in there.]

[amburere]

Greedy magpie. [ That remark is enough to get Dabi to move up to the same landing Hawks is on. With his height difference reasserted, he leers downward. ]

Don't get too distracted or you'll lose more than just a few feathers.

[icariot]

I'm sure the feathers won't mind their fate. [Teasingly, his wings extend forward, wingtips just brushing the sides of Dabi's arms.

Hawks won't mind it too much, if it's proof they're still both here to play their favorite dangerous game.]

[amburere]

Y'know, I'd say death made you more bold, but I'd hate to lie to you pretty bird. [ Dabi honestly sounds fond and while there is some truth to his words, they're just a cover for his next move. He spends a moment seemingly admiring the wings and feathers before—snatch!

Just like all those weeks ago, he's pulled out a handful of feathers. All but one of them turn to ash and fall to the ground in short order. ]

[icariot]

Death means there's a lot less to lose, now. [His voice was soft, but before he can speak again he lets out a yelp at the feather pulling. His wings flinch backwards and a hands runs through the spot of missing feathers. Unlike the first week, the spot is definitely noticeable, considering he's already still missing some feathers.]

You couldn't have just grabbed one?

[He'll deny that that was anything resembling a pout as he watches the ash drift to the floor]

[amburere]

What can I say? 'm greedy too. [ That's consolation enough, right? But Dabi's not done just yet—he presses closer to Hawks, ostensibly to throw a leg up on the railing of the stairs, that one feather is then getting tucked into his boot. Mission accomplished Dabi straightens up but doesn't back away any, the smirk on his face widening.]

Villains take what they want. [ Feathers, and now a kiss too. Forceful but brief, only cause he doesn't wanna be completely avaricious...least not here. ]

[icariot]

[It's certainly not something that's news to Hawks. Less expected was to look up just in time for Dabi to press close. It takes a force of will to not stare as Dabi sticks the feather into his boot. It's even harder to not acknowledge how relieving it was to feel the pressure on the feather as Dabi puts his foot down and Hawks raises his head to meet his stare. And then meets the kiss, giving as good as he was getting. Two can play those games.]

You gonna take any more than that? [Maybe that's a bit wanton of him, but the feathers and the kiss seem to be in the opposite proportions.]

[amburere]

Y'know, I've never been arrested for that before. [ As always, Dabi just ups the ante. He's more than aware of the problems that getting into it here would cause, but the temptation is enough that he takes another kiss anyway.

Hnn, he's sure people are gonna be looking for them. And getting interrupted would be worse. With an audible exhale he pushes away from Hawks, leaning against the opposite banister like he's propping it up. ]

Later. This cage is small, and I like seein' those pretty wings of yours.

[icariot]

[Hawks is unashamed to have goaded Dabi into another kiss, and when he steps back, the reason is easy enough to come up with on his own. It'll be more trouble than it's worth if someone came upon them, whether it was to bring up an arrest or just interrupt.]

Same time, same place as always then, hotshot?

[That would give time for reconnaissance, and getting thoughts in order after everything to do with the execution.]

[amburere]

Sure, bluebird. [ Now that they're separated, Dabi slips into a smile that's too soft for him to pass off as teasing. Clearing his head would fix that he hopes, no point in fighting it right now. He takes a step forward to move down the stairs, and though he so badly wants to touch, settling for something close enough isn't the worst.

With a flick of his wrist, he tosses a bright blue ember that sails past Hawk's cheek before burning out in midair. Calling it a caress wouldn't be wrong, but Dabi won't linger long enough for that connection to be called out. ]

[icariot]

[If Hawks wasn't so fond of Dabi, his desire to always have the last word would have been insufferable. As it is, he is overbearingly fond of him, and the lick of flames on his cheek just makes him moreso.

Hawks will let him have the last word, this time. He does, however, let the feather Dabi so carefully tucked in his boot give the slightest wiggle as Hawks makes his way out of the stairwell and back into the second floor. He can take the express route into town.]