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Re: Cemeteries and the Secrets They Hold [NEWT]

PostPosted: Tue Apr 24, 2018 12:13 am
by Loki Malevolent
"You might do that." Loki was encouraging, though in the way that came from destraction, almost as though you were repeating what the other person was saying, with the expected nods and smiles. Loki did like Newt, truly, but he also did not often do small talk. Oh, he flirted, he drank, he fucked...all in a seemingly insignificant sort of way, like being carried across the crowd during a concert, never touching the floor. But there was a purpose to it, pleasure, mostly, his, most definitely. Small talk that was not going to result in said pleasure was not something that was, generally, going to keep his interest. Particularly when he was working, and particularly when he was cold. "It's cold, mate, don't stay out here longer if you don't have to..."

Loki did turn to look at him when he mentioned his previous method of client scouting. "No, I imagine that likely wouldn't work out well." Loki didn't bother keeping the amused smile off of his face. Even if Newt did find someone interested in raising the dead that way, odds were they couldn't afford the going rates...or they would have gone to an agency to begin with. "Raising the dead is a lucrative profession, young man, no reason to be leaving on the streets if you do not want to." Loki raised an eyebrow. "You don't, do you?" Loki was tempted to ask if he was currently living on the street, but then, that might have been rude.

Straightening, Loki stretched to get the cold out of his muscles. "You can come along if you want, just...don't talk to the men in suits. Or ask questions about the zombie. Really, just don't say anything that might convince them that there is a reason you might be a problem that needs to be handled permanently."

Re: Cemeteries and the Secrets They Hold [NEWT]

PostPosted: Sun May 13, 2018 12:29 pm
by Newt Sanderson
Yes, he'd call his appointment and see if he could get them to come in sooner. Knowing his luck, they probably wouldn't but it didn't hurt to try and until then, Newt would just have to keep himself occupied. And warm, definitely warm. It had been a long while since he had to face the cold winter months outside of a warm home but he felt like he could handle it, at least he knew he could. The Chickens, maybe not, he'd hate for them to freeze to death. He was going to have to start his car up; get the heat going, maybe play a few rounds of bingo on his phone or something while he waited. "Nope, don't live on the streets, not anymore. Got me a nice apartment now, cozy, has a bed and everything." He said proudly, a big grin comingn to his face.

The last thing he would have expected was for Loki to invite him to come with, of course, it had stipulations. He couldn't talk to anyone; or ask questions, he'd have to remain as quiet as a mouse...or, a Newt. He could do that, no problem, none at all. "Won't ask any questions, quiet as a Newt, you'll see." He said happily, trailing along after Loki. Beaming a smile as the others turned to look him over, he'd just watch, sure. Or...maybe help, could he help? "Can I get anything for you, Loki?" He asked, then covered his mouth with his hand, oops...he'd just asked a question. Though it hadn't been towards the Zombie, so maybe it was allowed. His gaze on the much taller Male as he waited to see what to do next.

Re: Cemeteries and the Secrets They Hold [NEWT]

PostPosted: Sat Jun 16, 2018 10:19 pm
by Loki Malevolent
The men in the suits were already walking away from the grave, meeting them part way. "All done here Malevolent. Wrap things up." The man's eyes moved to Newt, of the bunny ears, and Loki waived him off, an unspoken 'he's with me.' The zombie was watching, confused. Loki didn't doubt that he was. He hadn't been dead all that long. Still, family was worse. Zombies wanted to leave with their families. They wanted to go home. The man, clearly the head of the little band, nodded in return, but did not say anything further before trudging towards the nondescript black town cars waiting at the road. Loki didn't watch them go, they weren't important.

Loki walked back to the circle, and the dead man in his funeral best. "Be a doll, and stand still, wont you, Alonzo dear?" Loki didn't want the zombie making a fuss. Not all wanted to go back, especially the recently dead. They didn't always remember that they were dead, and they would fight. They also, however, had to obey.

"Pass me the salt?" Loki did not really need Newt to hand him anything, but there was something so absolutely earnest about the kid, that Loki would have felt a bit like he had kicked a puppy if he ignored the kid. "Black box, not the pink." Loki took the salt when offered, before taking a small fist fill and dashing it against the zombie's chest with a flourish one might expect on a cooking show. "With salt I bind you to your grave." He had actually emulated Emeril once, with a "Bam!" The clients had not been impressed. The next part, however, definitely satisfied any macabre fascination they might have had. Loki reopened the cut on his harm was a small bone handled blade. It had stopped bleeding, but didn't take much to start again. It was a show, really, though not necessary, technically. He could have used the blood in the bowl, a combination of his own and chicken, or the bit on the blade he had used to kill the chicken and cast the circle. Instead, he used the fresh blood on the new blade, brushing the flat across the zombie's lips. The zombie's eyes, uncomfortable aware, saw the cut, followed the blade. "With blood and steel I bind you to your grave, Alonzo Zancanelli. Be at peace, and walk no more."

Loki watched as the zombie moved back over his grave, the ground seeming to almost absorb him until the grave was once again perfect, a seemingly frozen patch of earth. "You would be best to forget that name, kid."

Re: Cemeteries and the Secrets They Hold [NEWT]

PostPosted: Sun Jul 22, 2018 3:47 pm
by Newt Sanderson
Newt's gaze lingered on the Zombie; he rather liked Zombies, of course at first...it had frightened him but as his power grew, the fear turned into awe. Being able to do something that not everyone could do; bring back the dead, even for a short while...it was rather amazing if you thought about it. He had a gift and every time he used it; he couldn't help but stare at times and even now, this Zombie wasn't one of his doing but he was just as awestruck over it as if it had been. Newt blinking out of his thoughts as he was told to pass the salt; he reached for the black box, handing it over with the biggest grin for being included. It might not have seemed like much but the little things counted for Newt, maybe it was because he grew up on the streets. All he knew was that he felt special when someone paid attention to him, like he was worth something.

Gaze zeroing in on the blood when Loki cut himself; Newt had used his own blood before too but the truth was, he liked using a blade a little too much to not permanently damage himself by slicing open his flesh. One wrong slice and he could bleed out because he got overly anxious and wasn't careful, nope, it was best he didn't cut himself. And when the Zombie was sucked back into the ground; Newt grinned and jumped up and down for a minute, he would have clapped but that probably would have been unprofessional. His head turning when Loki spoke again, "What name?" He asked; honestly not aware of what the Zombie had been called, he was such a space cadet. His phone chose that moment to go off; an incoming text, he pulled it out of his pocket and made a sound. "Appointment is coming, won't have to wait much longer." He said as he read the information, his appointment getting moved up since he'd had cancelations.

Re: Cemeteries and the Secrets They Hold [NEWT]

PostPosted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 10:41 pm
by Loki Malevolent
Loki was glad this night was coming to an end, at least for him. He was not formally acting as an animator. He didn't belong to a company, and he didn't advertise his skills. He had clients that used him when they saw fit, had clients that would recommend his services to like minded souls. Otherwise, well, Loki's life focused more on his information services and clubs. He also probably spent more time drinking and fucking than was entirely healthy, but then, to each their own.

When Newt responded to his comment about the name with a quip, well, Loki took it at such. He clapped the smaller man on the back. "Good boy," before considering for a second that Newt had been serious, and his expression going puzzled. He really was an odd one. Loki had no idea what he was supposed to think of him. Then again, they belonged to an exclusive, and bizarre, club. They both likely had their fair share of eccentricities. "Good news, then. Chickens must be blue in the beak." Loki started to back his things. "Mind helping me load these things? I can keep you company for a bit if you would like." Loki was being courteous, and now that he could wrap his wound, he wouldn't mind wearing a coat or sitting in a heated car. Indeed, now that warmth seemed to be in his future, he very much though this night was likely rife with possibility.

(We can end here if you want?)