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Post by Alexander Hope on Jul 31, 2020 13:44:52 GMT -6
Alexander Hope had been stretching himself thin recently. Conflict struck at his mind like a hive of wasps. Whilst many of his actions throughout this week were nothing akin to his mandatory tasks, he clung to them regardless. Keep any children within the Hope House eased into this new reality. Cooperate with the captains. Reaffirm ties with a multitude of "vendors" and "realtors" if other members are occupied. Even in the dead of night, Alexander's mobile phone ran uncomfortably warm. Working without his overcoat, the Father crept up against a parking lot, driving just barely within the line as he came to a stop. The night wasn't young, not by now. The vehicle's clock flashed; several minutes past midnight. The numbers were cut from the display, the engine falling silent. Escaping from the vehicle, Lex elbowed the driver-side door shut, advancing towards a less-than-cramped graveyard. Headstones of all sorts lined a plain field. Some were meager crosses, others were full stones, and few were engraved with artwork or quotes. It was clear, from a glance alone, who requested their own headstones. Perhaps it even more obvious who expected their death.
The moon's waning gibbous still provided enough light to witness the names upon such graves. Crossing the graveyard's outer threshold, Alexander's recent information proved correct. In fact, it was eerily correct. Very few Hope House members had time to preserve the headstones. Yet, it was as if all of them were spotless. While the culprit, or perpetrator, hadn't been willing to fess up; Alexander knew it had to have been a family member. Then again, it may just be a matter of "who". At the eve of the next day, however, it didn't matter "who", or "what". Turning, and soon striding over to the furthest grave, Alexander stared. Age thirty-seven. Died during the Ancient Saiyan Invasion. Alexander fell to his knees, soon assuming the dogeza position. This fallen comrade was one of over three hundred. The Father just barely shivered, yet not from cold. His brow became stiff, furrowed; quivering.
Alexander could've done better. He should have.
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Post by Sam Aeil on Aug 1, 2020 14:05:44 GMT -6
Drinking from a small flask of water that he carried on his side, Sam felt the water cut against his flesh on the inside with the ice clacking within the flask that was made by somebody with heat unknown to him, a level of warmth that he never knew from her touch. Missing the soft embrace that he got every so often, as his job to take care of this place was getting grimmer, he knew that nothing would fix the issues that he had with his long nails slowly being clipped as pieces clacked against the bushes that were underneath, falling between the branches as he was fixing himself up.
Opening his phone, he checked for the messages that had gotten in, almost a hundred unread messages from a certain lady and her friends that he couldn’t help but ignore for longer than he should have as his fingers slowly ticked away at the screen with that familiar clacking noise that he hated oh so much.
‘Sorry.’ he started before erasing the message and trying again and again, as his eyes would close for a moment as he felt them grow wet, or at least his mind fooled into doing so before the tears wouldn’t come as he would slowly start typing a message towards her, asking if there was room at the table that night for him.
Yet when he saw a fragile man walk into the graveyard, dropping himself to the ground and letting him act out his own appearance, letting him ruin that strong image before Sam drew from his knife belt a small picture of a certain smiling group as he would feel his own heart clench for a moment.
“Look at this!” Sam would proclaim, with an evil intent as he held up a talisman showing a little bit of energy, as he would throw it down onto the ground as the smiling picture was kept in the back of his mind.
“I have found the power to fix all of your problems! Although I will never share this with you! You will have to bribe me to give it!” Laughing proudly, he would attempt to drag Alexander out of this pit that he was stuck within.
“Unless you can take this faster than I can blink!” as he held a small envelope out, smiling with a horribly fake evil smile!
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Post by Alexander Hope on Aug 2, 2020 1:12:07 GMT -6
Gathering himself enough to trudge onward, Alexander arose to merely navigate to the adjacent grave. Planting himself in dogeza as a silent apology once again, the multitudes of grief were interrupted. That voice was comically recognizable. Its been far too long. That damned Associate was so tardy. Exhaling a shaky, frustrated sigh, Alexander pushed himself upward. Struggling to not find himself slouched somewhat, the poor, pitiful image of the two were in full view. Lex glared at Sam, unable to reconstruct his typical, neutral facial expression. His associate, meanwhile, spoke of nonsense and lies. There was no one item or ability that would solve all of the House's problems. Its family members, among other things, were too grand. Since becoming a fully overland operation, the Hope House has been struck by some of the most substantial losses in the last two years. This was all within two months. Worse yet: these were killings, rather than disease or age. What could Alexander -- or even Sam -- expect from him? True immortality, omnipotence, a mass extinction event for any and all Ancient Saiyans remaining? It was a fat stack of lies, whatever the Associate offered. Proving himself unfitted to suppress a ragged frown, Alexander couldn't find it within to retort. Not just yet, at least. The insult of a catch-all had to come and go eventually. However, glancing over the remaining gravestones, the Father returned his gaze towards Sam. "I'm not doing any business over the bodies of my family. Don't be like that."It was damning, albeit strange. Its only been two months. Its not like as if, say, five years had passed -- and everything changed. That'd be ridiculous. Yet, why was it as if just as much time had passed, giving way to such grief? Perhaps Alexander cared too much. Nevertheless, the Father went back to ramming his forehead into cobbled stones, ultimately grieving for the dead one by one. Alexander's mistakes had thoroughly led the whole lot of them to their end; he just knew it. It wasn't as though there was no minuscule, microscopic gratitude for Sam's offer. At the moment, it was just ever so damning that he'd ever shit out any chance at hope for the lost. Casually, at that.
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Post by Sam Aeil on Aug 8, 2020 7:50:33 GMT -6
Realizing that comedy wasn't going to fix the situation at hand, Sam would sigh loudly as if he wanted to draw the attention from the man that was groveling at the ground before then simply gritting his own teeth just in the case he would be punched for what was going to be his reaction to the item that was laying on the ground. A syringe with the same markings as what had turned his associates into battle hungry fighters that would tear every person in the city to mere shreds as Sam would start talking about his reaction, interrupting him and waiting for him to calm down if he were to be punched.
"I am sorry, but I have done as much as I could while preparing for the future, even if it meant to steal items and take them down to their base components and create something new." As he would then throw a dagger onto the syringe to have the contents pour down on the dying graveyard, the rotten and almost completely gone grass would slowly start to be revitalized as they became much more active and durable to say the least.
"Naomi has managed to find a strain that allows us to bring their minds back, although it means that their power skyrockets in the process, I have been working nightless days keeping this graveyard clean for you, doing maintenance on every single gravestone while spending sleepless nights messaging Naomi different DNA signatures..." as he would simply grit his own teeth...
"But to get the syringes for hundreds of dead, rotting bodies and some that are just flat out gone... We have enough DNA signatures to be able to bring them all back but we lack one thing." As it became slowly obvious what the issue was...
"We need to hunt down the remaining black lotus members Alexander, if we can get at least one hundred liters of the serum used for the power-boosting undead formulae they used, we can bring back your people and stronger than ever. If I am wrong and it backfires, please." He spoke, throwing a large crate towards the Human as he would smile awkwardly.
"Blow out my brains with that one." As he made a reminder of what happened with the Saiyans, a large magnum with a beam emitter module placed in the middle that would enhance each oversized bullet ejected from the barrel...
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Post by Alexander Hope on Aug 16, 2020 1:33:47 GMT -6
Frankly, Alexander didn't need Sam's callous words. Grunting away a frustrated sigh, the Father arose once again, just barely glaring at Sam. It was too late in the day -- or rather, the night -- for this, as well. One step. Two steps. Stepping, wholly and evidently between the nearest gravestones, Alexander approached his associate. The crease of his lip appeared strained. The dastard's excuses kept coming, meanwhile. It was often Sam's go-to, after all. The fine-tuned words, the confession of his sins. Something like that made it difficult to blame him immediately. Unfortunately, Alexander wasn't in the mood. The Associate's sudden toss of a dagger prompted for the Father's proximate foot to dive backwards. The hell was -- that syringe. Its contents were very familiar. Alexander's simmering offense towards Sam eased itself within the mild confusion. Why did Sam have that? Was that... the superhuman enhancer fluid that the lab had? That gunk extracted from Garland? An urge to throw his head back and scream was overwhelming, albeit just for a moment. How did Sam get that?! The splattered serum, miraculously, began to reinvigorate its minuscule, immediate vicinity. The Father's associate then soon spoke. The culprit was he, and the perpetrators against playing God were he and Naomi. Alexander almost felt disgusted. However, the implausible theory and/or fairy tale plot revealed itself more and more. Not only could the recently deceased be revived, but the Black Lotus and DNA samples were necessary for this crackpot idea to come to fruition. Without a word, Alexander turned upon his heel. A few steps were taken in the opposite direction of Sam. A sinking sensation rattled the Father's abdominal core. His brow furrowed with an unreasonable intensity. Alexander had been suggested -- and therefore heard -- massively stupid shit before. Unfortunately, this bullshit Sam spoke of already took a dump over the cake. A large one. The Black Lotus, another seemingly worldwide antagonistic organization, was an inconsistently dangerous thorn in the House's side for months. Their interactions with the Hope House were often unconventional, hostile; albeit often suppressed by the Captains Arved and Virginia. Regardless, an obnoxious THUNK interrupted Alexander's fluctuating grief. Glancing over his shoulder: a crate. This better not be some tone souring joke. Brazenly forcing the fastenings apart atop the crate's skyward face, its contents were no jape. Staring at the "gifted" artifact, the Father retorted with words dripping with sarcasm. "Oh good, there's no seaweed -- or something equally worthless -- in here."Alexander's tone of voice shifted swiftly, following that comment. "At least I can see this being useful."The emitter module jammed onto the frame wasn't pretty, but it'd sure commit to something destructive. Shoving a hand into his vest, even Alexander's disrupted analysis skills could tell that this thing was a beast. A .600 caliber wasn't just powerful, it was outright destructive. Sam definitely intended to give Alexander an option to legitimately blow up his brains, rather than just blast 'em. That recoil is guaranteed to be nasty, too. Nonetheless, prodding the crate's outer face with a Hoi Poi Capsule, the container and contents vanished in a whining smoke. A deep inhale, then an equal exhale took Alexander a moment to pass. Their previous topic wasn't fully addressed just yet. They needed to go over that for a few moments. The Father concealed his palms within his pockets as he spoke. "You've got some real fuckin' balls trying to tell me you can play God, Sam. I appreciate you preserving what's left of our dead. I can also appreciate that you're doing what you think is best to benefit the House. But, that doesn't excuse you of the plop of cow shit you just told me. No one is God, there's no such nonsensical bullshit that brings people back to life, and you shouldn't be giving any of us any false hope."Alexander sealed his eyelids. Taking in another intake of breath, another moment or so would pass before the Father breathily added on to his previous speech. "...But, if you're so intent on going on and on about all this: prove it to me. Prove that this shit isn't just crazy talk before I report it back to anyone else."May as well catch the liar red-handed, right? At least, that'd surely be the most likely scenario. Entirely unbelieving of his associate's claims, the Father didn't feel it right to leave him completely shut down. Unfortunately, it still incited less-than-bright emotions. Good thing the Hope House didn't try to glorify death. Meanwhile, a cobblestone or two briefly trembled between both Alexander and Sam.
Oh yeah, its finally real posting hours now Sam Aeil . Sorry about the delay!
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