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March 20, 2018 at 7:03 am #5196
Frustrated after hitting another dead end on his research Steam decides to take a break. Though it is late he grabs his journal and pen and wanders near the edge of town before sitting down on the familiar hill and begins charting the skyMarch 20, 2018 at 7:47 am #5198
Upon that very same hill stands, also, the doctor. A motionless silhouette, Caulder blends into the shadow of a tree and stares into vacancy: a stargazer himself. He wears no jacket this evening, just a shirt and pants, and his hands are clasped behind his back as he lifts his head toward the sea of stars.March 20, 2018 at 4:12 pm #5202
At first Steam fails to notice the doctor, caught up in his own drawings and all. After a bit Steam catches him in the corner of his eye and without looking up from his journal speaks up: “What brings you to the hills this time Doc. Hit another roadblock in your research like myself? Got sick of us towns-folks? Or just enjoying the skyline?March 21, 2018 at 5:32 am #5206
“I’m about to be uncharacteristically absent from my research, for a time,” says the doctor.
“Duty calls. And this particular duty has complications that would be… shall we say, existentially problematic, should I fail. And yet it is a duty to which I am distinctly unsuited. One could permissibly say that I am what they call… ‘fucked.’ But I must persist. I am nothing, if not determined. So it is here I gather my thoughts before I begin.”
He turns around finally.
“And you?”March 21, 2018 at 4:38 pm #5207
Steam sighs before looking back up at the stars “Well to start my research is getting me nowhere which I am sure you can sympathize with that. But what worries me more is the conflict that we have gotten ourselves into. It has only been a few months since the events in Hell yet we are already getting wrapped up in another war. I understand that most of us on the outskirts can handle that but I worry about the getting the rest of the town wrapped up in this.March 21, 2018 at 4:56 pm #5208
“The town is a tenacious entity,” says Caulder, tilting his head forward as he calmly addresses Steam.
“It has, as you indicated, been through Hell – Tartarus, close enough – and back. There will be casualties, but the settlement as a whole will persevere against mad infantry and the living dead.
That is, unless the Old Masters bring forth tanks and planes and other weapons of war on appreciable scale, or otherwise prove too much for even Oasis’ most… stalwart defenders. Then we have a problem. All the more reason to vigilantly do one’s own part, I would say.”March 22, 2018 at 4:43 pm #5216
“You’re probably right but its part of my nature to worry. Been through too much to not be cautious at least a little bit.” Steam sits up and turns to the Doctor “Now if you don’t mind me asking what possible duty would cause you to leave your research?”March 23, 2018 at 4:05 am #5221
“I trust you’ve met the masked mutant, Cestus: he who leads an organization of militants in opposition to the Old Masters, he who is hellbent on their destruction.” He gives Steam a measured look for a moment.
“I suppose there is little reason to be tight-lipped with this subject matter. The Scion of retribution and vengeance Himself has given me the distinct honor and improbable task of dissuading Cestus from his path of vengeance. Not out of concern for the Old Masters, goodness no – I think we can all agree our lives would be easier with the Old Masters out of the picture, which complicates this task even further. It is because Cestus’ vengeance will destroy him, and bring destruction to much around him – us, too, in Oasis, I have on good authority to believe. Evidently our new Scion would not appreciate this development, so I must convince Cestus to abandon his vengeance and seek another path.”March 23, 2018 at 4:25 am #5222
Steam looks perturbed for a moment “So you’re telling me that the Scion thought the best way to dissuade a crazy Mother-fucker…. is with another crazy mother-fucker.”March 23, 2018 at 9:53 pm #5226
Caulder stares at Steam with a completely unmoved expression.
After a moment, his eyes slowly blink a single time.
In the deadest deadpan he says,
“That appears to be the case.”April 8, 2018 at 7:01 pm #5337
A presence takes note of the goings on.April 18, 2018 at 8:31 am #5427
Alina walks up to the typical stargazing hill, limping slightly.
“Oh, I see I’m not the only one intent on staring into the heavens this evening. Caulder, Steam.” Alina shifts herself into a seated position, though it ends up looking more like a graceful fall.
“Any particularly pretty stars out tonight?”April 18, 2018 at 8:08 pm #5431
Caulder stands around awkwardly quiet for a few seconds.
He sighs and looks up at the sky.
“That one, and that one, the Stella Obscurus shines most prominently this evening, reaching the apex of its celestial latitude and rising perpendicular to the…” he continues on in scientific lexicon. A discerning astrologist might realize he is mostly making shit up.
“… in accordance with the principles of,” his voice trails off.
He pauses, looking around, lost in his thoughts. He rubs at his forehead.
“Well, nothing of import, really,” he says, throwing his arms into the air like a fatalistic surrender.
Muttering, the doctor starts to walk off.
April 18, 2018 at 11:48 pm #5439
- This reply was modified 7 months, 4 weeks ago by Kriss.
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Alina leans over to Steam and whispers “Is this the point where I tell Caulder I was studying astrology in college? Some of his rambling seems.. off and dubious.” She continues to listen to him go on for a while until he starts walking away. She watches him walking away for a few steps before calling after him hesitantly “Everything alright Caulder? You seem… more distracted than usual.”April 19, 2018 at 3:28 am #5441
Caulder spins around and stops, holding his arms out to his sides. He gives a tense, forced grin, one in which his lips are compressed tightly together and his teeth are clenched.
“And what a fine evening it is to be distracted by, is it not? With such prosperous times ahead of us, that we may be at liberty to lay around feasting our sights upon the dark heavens! But I, on the other hand, have places to be. And so I shall see you all later, when I return from my exercise in futility. Good night.” He turns and storms off.
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