she's in her default outfit by now - her chest is glowing that same soft red, pulsing in and out. she's clean now, too! no more blood.
they stop outside the mortuary, and her tail swings gently behind her as she peers into the building first, to see if anybody else is in there. when she sees nobody is at the moment, she glances over her shoulder at him and grins, gesturing to let him walk inside if he wants.
the words on him get her to pause, but she doesn't remark on them just yet. in return, he can see her own tattoo - a big AVERNUS scrawled out in white text across her chest, over her heart. underneath the word is a number that's insanely huge, like - not billions big, but high hundred thousands.]
Not like I've got much of a choice, right? [she says, cheerfully.] My boys are here, so here I stay, blood smell or no.
[oh, good - she's also looking for him. she's outside the cabin, actually, and when she sees him she immediately takes off running towards him, and grabs his arm, too. absolute relief.]
Fuck. Hey, soldier, I'm so glad -- are you alright? What the fuck?
[ boothill looks. insane! and he is behind the barrier hello. he's standing up, but those tentacles are gone. all that's left is his pointy stepford smile and the raging, red glow of his pupil. his voice sounds deep and cybernetic.
[ he knows that once he gets his moment with her he won't want to share, but he's bad at standing by, so. he just staggers over to her dumbly.
he notices that the glow in her chest is gone; there's nothing but flesh and bone, the same he'd seen and heard split under astarion's dagger. but more importantly, he watches her face and hears her laugh. she's there. herself. laughing. not an illusion in a bed of nightmares. everyone can see her.
his human heart is racing. half a smile crawls up his mouth. that surprise is finally blooming into aching happiness. ]
okay well the second she hears her name in his voice, she about launches herself at him. hi, you are getting hugged. immediately, she wraps her arms around him and slides one up into his hair, resting against the back of his head.
[i imagine she probably stayed in his room with him overnight unless he kicked her out which would be really funny,
but he can find her a few doors down this morning actually, in her own room. it's a cute little place, has these vibes. there's only one bed, though, big enough to comfortably fit a seven foot tiefling and a six foot something cowboy, perhaps. she's got the door propped open as she pokes around, the sun shining brightly through the window.
one of the windows is cracked, but that's alright. there's a vague sense of curiosity coming from her as she prods at the bed.]
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anyway he sees her through the crack in the door as she's walking past. he'll gently toe inside, dressed in jeans and his favorite aviator jacket from funky fashionista.
he whistles and strides right over to her, winding an arm around her waist. ]
Cozy as fudge in here. Wouldn't expect anythin' less from you. Bed makes me wanna fall right back asleep.
[ he catches sight of that cracked window and tucks the thought away for now. he exudes a mild, comfortable happiness. ]
hand in hand, he's bringing her over to the cat store after the town hall!! there are already cats around outside of it. if they can still be affectionate at boothill, who is a literal robot with shark teeth, that means they will definitely come to circle around karlach's ankles and ask for pets. ]
Here we are. Most people just set up a lil' pile of blankets and pillows in there and kick back for a while.
[you are never bothering me give me 50 yeehell threads
she's so excited to see the cats!! they make their way there hand in hand, and she squeezes his tightly once before letting go so that she can crouch down with the cats, her own tail swishing back and forth. a kitty tries to pounce on it, which she doesn't notice, her arms already full of cats who are trying to scale karlach mountain.]
Oh, they're so nice. The last few cats I've met did not want to be pet at all. [pure glee emotions, like animal crossing flowers] Do you do that? Kick back with them.
[ they arrive in karlach's room again. boothill is wrapped around karlach's front, being carried as he holds armfuls of wine bottles, their contents emptied and replaced by one certain drink. his coat hangs lazily over his arm, his dress shirt sleeves rolled up and tie almost completely undone. the first few buttons on his shirt have been broken apart, revealing sun-tanned skin underneath and a collarbone branded by a few bruises and bites already. the braid in his hair is frayed in several places, barely held together by the tie at the tail end.
they've been drinking, so it's likely that karlach's stumbling in. boothill has to catch his hand on the door to keep them from falling, and he can't help but throw his head back and laugh. the glass bottles clink in his hands. when was the last time he was this happy? ]
All right. [ breathlessly, he works himself out of her grip. ] Set me down, beautiful. I needed you out of this dress ages ago.
she is absolutely tipsy, if not drunk, and laughing like an idiot as they make their way to karlach's room. she is having a bit of a time here because she cannot take her eyes off him? all that skin, warm and tanned, human, soft. it's probably why they almost fall face first into her room, and she flops against the doorframe briefly, delight coming off her in waves.
he can get down! she lets him, but she refuses to let him get far.]
That's the most fun part of dressing up. Taking it off later. [she says, grinning.] Come on, then, it's waiting for you.
[tugs the door shut behind her, as she reaches for the bottles to put them somewhere safe.]
Get out of yours, I want you to actually feel my hands proper for once!
[ everything after seeing karlach floating lifelessly in the fish tank, the clear-blue water dyed with everyone's blood, is an absolute blur.
he remembers seeing her mangled and bleeding, bones broken and lying in her body in ways that they shouldn't. he vaguely remembers her golden eyes on him, small slivers between her tired eyelids. he remembers them speaking, her hand, her murmured prayers. the rest of what happened is gone somewhere in the recesses of his circuitry, tucked away in some unused part of his neutransmitters, keeping him alive when all he wants to do is tear himself open.
karlach is in her room now—their room, maybe, though they hadn't defined whose is what just yet. boothill is sitting in a chair at her side, holding a bottle of whiskey and a small, spotty cup. he waits for her—will wait however long it takes. he doesn't need to eat or sleep. he just needs her to wake up, and he needs to think.
he's prying apart that part of him that he's been hiding away. he remembers talking to iwatooshi last night, when everything seemed so much more beautiful and promising: things to treasure and things to lose. things that make you human.
he sets down his cup, takes a swig straight from the bottle, and places his hand gently over karlach's for a little while. ]
[post breakin... AND cyoa... he probably did in fact have to fish her out of the cemetery and she is going to feel very bad about this when she's a little more lucid. poor boothill does not deserve to be put through all of this in one day, aaaaaaa.
she's okay, now, mostly. she's healed, just scars remaining, and her tail is back and complete. as she sleeps, she tosses and turns, murmuring to herself - garbled prayers, apologies to various people. he'll catch names, probably. suguru, lucas, aqua. iwatooshi, aerith. astarion. and maybe worst of all, little agonized noises, I'm sorry, soldier, please as she sweats, shivers her way through some sort of withdrawal.
but eventually, she will wake up. it's a slow, painful process, but she manages it, eyes wet, expression almost resigned. which hell, now, is she in? is it done? is she done?
there's a hand on top of her own, and she instinctively turns her own, holding it.]
[ SITS UP. he has both hands braced over either edge of the coffin. he's huffing and puffing and swiveling his head around quickly before he spots karlach and stares dumbly.
[ boothill's gone an empty kind of quiet. he's just waiting for karlach outside of the bar, arms crossed, looking at the ground. he looks furious, but he's trying to keep it in.
and you are standing... outside the mortuary, in the town of scawwy. that's all, you're just apparently... on the living side? or that's what it seems like, anyway.]
[sets this like, during the party, towards the end of it, actually, EDITS BECAUSE YANDERE DRINK HAPPENED, no cute only horny (the cute can come later)
but she will in fact let him haul her away, just absolutely bemused, until the alpha instinct kicks in and she knocks him into a wall to pin him with a little hum.]
Well, I did promise you something the next time I got you like this.
[ MODS SAID EFFECTS ONLY LAST AS LONG AS THE PARTY LASTS so it's good that he hauls her away before it ends....
and now they are somewhere? in a stairway? near their rooms again? boothill is thoroughly pinned, but this time his alpha instinct is kicking in too. ]
Yeah? I promised you somethin' too.
[ that he wasn't going to make this easy for her. he wrenches one hand out of her grip and catches her hair in his fist. after twisting it in his grip, he yanks her forward into a harsh, hungry kiss, teeth clicking, lips aching. ]
[ boothill is slowly guiding karlach away from the jamba juice after phonegate happens—one hand around her back, the other holding her hand. his poor girl!! he's glad that she got to speak to everyone, at least. ]
You all right? Once we get outta the mall I can carry ya' the rest of the way.
[she leans into him a bit as they go, tail flicking wildly back and forth as she tries to not sway from side to side. she seems fine otherwise, though her emotions are vaguely annoyed by the concept of not being able to see walls.]
I'm all right, just dizzy. [grumbles.] Might be a good idea. Faster, at least, considering I'm about to tilt over into the dirt.
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anyway, after the screens go dark for the living, and there's that pulse of dread - karlach comes to find boothill. she's wearing his ring, and she's anxious, but... determined, too. and ready to rest, before things get insane.]
Hey, sweetheart. [already gently tugging him.] You up for carving lessons? Just to keep our hands busy.
[ HOLDS YOU IT HAPPENS!!! i have a new tag now hehe
but yeah! they are in their little abode after boothill brought some food for karlach and drinks for the evening. the town seems to have changed for the worse, so he's stockpiled a few things for them for the next few days, just in case. one of these things includes a generator for himself, just in case he needs to charge and there isn't any electricity.
he's setting this up in the corner when karlach comes over and starts tugging him away. his own anxiety over the situation is palpable to her at this point, and as soon as he turns and sees the flash of gold on her finger and in her eyes, some of that tension eases away. he curls his fingers around hers. ]
Sure thing, partner.
[ he smiles and follows her over to the fireplace. he has a container for their wood carving supplies that he keeps in their little living area; he pulls it out before they take a seat and opens it up on the table. ]
either way, when she sees him next, wherever they are, her mind her own, she just kind of gives him a devastated look. he knows it wasn't her but... it was really the worst thing the god monster could've done. injuries are nothing. this is terrible.
honestly, the only thing she can really keep in her head is how glad she is that he wasn't flesh when she attacked him.]
he finds her out in front of the apartment buildings. he brightens when he sees her, glad that she seems all right, but that devastated look in her eyes immediately cuts down that beam of joy.
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week 0, monday, mortuary
so let's say she invites him into the mortuary after they meet up outside. he hasn't been in here yet. he wrinkles his nose right away. ]
You pro'bly ain't no stranger to blood smell, but... you good with stayin' in a place like this?
[ karlach gets to see his slutty cowboy outfit in full view, but along the length of one of his bionic arms are words in bright yellow:
BOUNTY
$1,000,000,000
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BOUNTIES CLAIMED:
UNIDENTIFIED
he doesn't seem to have noticed these yet. karlach can notice them whenever. ]
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she's in her default outfit by now - her chest is glowing that same soft red, pulsing in and out. she's clean now, too! no more blood.
they stop outside the mortuary, and her tail swings gently behind her as she peers into the building first, to see if anybody else is in there. when she sees nobody is at the moment, she glances over her shoulder at him and grins, gesturing to let him walk inside if he wants.
the words on him get her to pause, but she doesn't remark on them just yet. in return, he can see her own tattoo - a big AVERNUS scrawled out in white text across her chest, over her heart. underneath the word is a number that's insanely huge, like - not billions big, but high hundred thousands.]
Not like I've got much of a choice, right? [she says, cheerfully.] My boys are here, so here I stay, blood smell or no.
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[ boothill pats her back as he approaches her near the refectory! hiiii karlach ]
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Heeey-ho. [she says cheerfully. thank god she is no longer a cat.] What's up?
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Karlach!
[ he calls out as soon as he sees her. he grabs her arm as soon as she's in reach. ]
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Fuck. Hey, soldier, I'm so glad -- are you alright? What the fuck?
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she wanders over to the barrier, and puts her hand on it, looking at him.]
You in there, soldier?
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Evenin', Partner.
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he notices that the glow in her chest is gone; there's nothing but flesh and bone, the same he'd seen and heard split under astarion's dagger. but more importantly, he watches her face and hears her laugh. she's there. herself. laughing. not an illusion in a bed of nightmares. everyone can see her.
his human heart is racing. half a smile crawls up his mouth. that surprise is finally blooming into aching happiness. ]
Karlach.
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okay well the second she hears her name in his voice, she about launches herself at him. hi, you are getting hugged. immediately, she wraps her arms around him and slides one up into his hair, resting against the back of his head.
a little choked up, but still with joy:]
Hey, soldier.
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but he can find her a few doors down this morning actually, in her own room. it's a cute little place, has these vibes. there's only one bed, though, big enough to comfortably fit a seven foot tiefling and a six foot something cowboy, perhaps. she's got the door propped open as she pokes around, the sun shining brightly through the window.
one of the windows is cracked, but that's alright. there's a vague sense of curiosity coming from her as she prods at the bed.]
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anyway he sees her through the crack in the door as she's walking past. he'll gently toe inside, dressed in jeans and his favorite aviator jacket from funky fashionista.
he whistles and strides right over to her, winding an arm around her waist. ]
Cozy as fudge in here. Wouldn't expect anythin' less from you. Bed makes me wanna fall right back asleep.
[ he catches sight of that cracked window and tucks the thought away for now. he exudes a mild, comfortable happiness. ]
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hand in hand, he's bringing her over to the cat store after the town hall!! there are already cats around outside of it. if they can still be affectionate at boothill, who is a literal robot with shark teeth, that means they will definitely come to circle around karlach's ankles and ask for pets. ]
Here we are. Most people just set up a lil' pile of blankets and pillows in there and kick back for a while.
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she's so excited to see the cats!! they make their way there hand in hand, and she squeezes his tightly once before letting go so that she can crouch down with the cats, her own tail swishing back and forth. a kitty tries to pounce on it, which she doesn't notice, her arms already full of cats who are trying to scale karlach mountain.]
Oh, they're so nice. The last few cats I've met did not want to be pet at all. [pure glee emotions, like animal crossing flowers] Do you do that? Kick back with them.
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they've been drinking, so it's likely that karlach's stumbling in. boothill has to catch his hand on the door to keep them from falling, and he can't help but throw his head back and laugh. the glass bottles clink in his hands. when was the last time he was this happy? ]
All right. [ breathlessly, he works himself out of her grip. ] Set me down, beautiful. I needed you out of this dress ages ago.
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she is absolutely tipsy, if not drunk, and laughing like an idiot as they make their way to karlach's room. she is having a bit of a time here because she cannot take her eyes off him? all that skin, warm and tanned, human, soft. it's probably why they almost fall face first into her room, and she flops against the doorframe briefly, delight coming off her in waves.
he can get down! she lets him, but she refuses to let him get far.]
That's the most fun part of dressing up. Taking it off later. [she says, grinning.] Come on, then, it's waiting for you.
[tugs the door shut behind her, as she reaches for the bottles to put them somewhere safe.]
Get out of yours, I want you to actually feel my hands proper for once!
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w5 thursday post-breakin? and cyoa?
he remembers seeing her mangled and bleeding, bones broken and lying in her body in ways that they shouldn't. he vaguely remembers her golden eyes on him, small slivers between her tired eyelids. he remembers them speaking, her hand, her murmured prayers. the rest of what happened is gone somewhere in the recesses of his circuitry, tucked away in some unused part of his neutransmitters, keeping him alive when all he wants to do is tear himself open.
karlach is in her room now—their room, maybe, though they hadn't defined whose is what just yet. boothill is sitting in a chair at her side, holding a bottle of whiskey and a small, spotty cup. he waits for her—will wait however long it takes. he doesn't need to eat or sleep. he just needs her to wake up, and he needs to think.
he's prying apart that part of him that he's been hiding away. he remembers talking to iwatooshi last night, when everything seemed so much more beautiful and promising: things to treasure and things to lose. things that make you human.
he sets down his cup, takes a swig straight from the bottle, and places his hand gently over karlach's for a little while. ]
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she's okay, now, mostly. she's healed, just scars remaining, and her tail is back and complete. as she sleeps, she tosses and turns, murmuring to herself - garbled prayers, apologies to various people. he'll catch names, probably. suguru, lucas, aqua. iwatooshi, aerith. astarion. and maybe worst of all, little agonized noises, I'm sorry, soldier, please as she sweats, shivers her way through some sort of withdrawal.
but eventually, she will wake up. it's a slow, painful process, but she manages it, eyes wet, expression almost resigned. which hell, now, is she in? is it done? is she done?
there's a hand on top of her own, and she instinctively turns her own, holding it.]
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What in the forkin' world...?
[ he's looking in the mirror and turning his head from side to side. he's... bald? but still wearing his hat? ]
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she comes up next to him...]
... [trying not to giggle, a little, and also DISMAYED. HIS HAIR.] Did... you do that, or did someone else?
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once she comes over, he opens his arm for her. ]
I couldn't.
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I don't blame you. [... she doesn't know what else to say, just rubs at her temple with her free hand.]
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and you are standing... outside the mortuary, in the town of scawwy. that's all, you're just apparently... on the living side? or that's what it seems like, anyway.]
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What the... How the fork did I...? We're back?
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but she will in fact let him haul her away, just absolutely bemused, until the alpha instinct kicks in and she knocks him into a wall to pin him with a little hum.]
Well, I did promise you something the next time I got you like this.
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and now they are somewhere? in a stairway? near their rooms again? boothill is thoroughly pinned, but this time his alpha instinct is kicking in too. ]
Yeah? I promised you somethin' too.
[ that he wasn't going to make this easy for her. he wrenches one hand out of her grip and catches her hair in his fist. after twisting it in his grip, he yanks her forward into a harsh, hungry kiss, teeth clicking, lips aching. ]
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You all right? Once we get outta the mall I can carry ya' the rest of the way.
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I'm all right, just dizzy. [grumbles.] Might be a good idea. Faster, at least, considering I'm about to tilt over into the dirt.
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w7, FRIDAY
anyway, after the screens go dark for the living, and there's that pulse of dread - karlach comes to find boothill. she's wearing his ring, and she's anxious, but... determined, too. and ready to rest, before things get insane.]
Hey, sweetheart. [already gently tugging him.] You up for carving lessons? Just to keep our hands busy.
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but yeah! they are in their little abode after boothill brought some food for karlach and drinks for the evening. the town seems to have changed for the worse, so he's stockpiled a few things for them for the next few days, just in case. one of these things includes a generator for himself, just in case he needs to charge and there isn't any electricity.
he's setting this up in the corner when karlach comes over and starts tugging him away. his own anxiety over the situation is palpable to her at this point, and as soon as he turns and sees the flash of gold on her finger and in her eyes, some of that tension eases away. he curls his fingers around hers. ]
Sure thing, partner.
[ he smiles and follows her over to the fireplace. he has a container for their wood carving supplies that he keeps in their little living area; he pulls it out before they take a seat and opens it up on the table. ]
You got anythin' in particular you wanna make?
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w7, SATURDAY
either way, when she sees him next, wherever they are, her mind her own, she just kind of gives him a devastated look. he knows it wasn't her but... it was really the worst thing the god monster could've done. injuries are nothing. this is terrible.
honestly, the only thing she can really keep in her head is how glad she is that he wasn't flesh when she attacked him.]
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he finds her out in front of the apartment buildings. he brightens when he sees her, glad that she seems all right, but that devastated look in her eyes immediately cuts down that beam of joy.
he reaches for her hands and speaks softly. ]
Hey, beautiful. What's with that look, huh?
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