foster babies c8 / 8'c

[11:16:07 PM EDT] Losty: ( also did i tell you that nakors name/middle name may or may not be sasha )
[11:17:03 PM EDT] Losty: ( 0v0 ( i know his middle name will be sasha if i dont change his first name but im not sure but sasha is a name in there somewhere (and he's embarassed by its existance)))
[11:18:13 PM EDT] Nitro: (((and yet Casey calls him that hahaha)))
[11:18:42 PM EDT] Losty: (((Casey: Well of course I do!)))
[11:19:05 PM EDT] Losty: (((Casey: I don't see why I wouldn't! In fact--
Nakor: Casey, please don't.)))
[11:19:34 PM EDT] Nitro: (((you know Dante would totally call him that as soon as he caught wind of it)))
[11:20:19 PM EDT] Losty: (((Nakor: /Casey--/
Casey: *laughter!*)))
[11:21:00 PM EDT] Losty: ((( nakor doesnt really mind he
he doesnt like people he doesnt know using it )))
[11:21:45 PM EDT] Losty: ((( but he doesnt mind as much because as he was getting out of therapy he called himself 'Sasha Accords'
because people gave him this /look/ when he said 'Nakor Robertson' )))
[11:23:41 PM EDT] Losty: ((( but yeah he
dante please dont )))
[11:24:04 PM EDT] Nitro: (((I can see both of them taking to Casey really well though but also being kind of upset because wOW WOW she looks a /lot/ like their mother
also if it's any comfort, Nakor, D&V were named for some sort of irony's sake after Dante and Virgil a la Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy)))
[11:25:58 PM EDT] Nitro: (((Dante: ...what? c'mon, s'not that big of a deal.)))
[11:26:20 PM EDT] Losty: (((Nakor: Please don't. Just, don't.)))
[11:27:58 PM EDT] Nitro: (((Dante: ...yeah, whatever you say, dude. /nakah/, was it?)))
[11:28:34 PM EDT] Nitro: (((yeah Dante would totally slaughter "Nakor" -- accent fun! (meanwhile Vergil denies being from anywhere near that region and speaks pROPERLY))))
[11:29:35 PM EDT] Losty: (((oh god nakor hates it when people butcher his name oh boy
(he'll deal because it's a kid))))
[11:29:52 PM EDT] Nitro: (((he can't hELP IT)))
[11:29:58 PM EDT] Losty: (((Nakor: ... Mhmm.)))
[11:32:14 PM EDT] Losty: (but dante just
try
and try not to go into the room thats across from yours)
[11:32:26 PM EDT] Losty: (even if you hear crying dont go in there okay)
[11:33:06 PM EDT] Nitro: (((Dante: hmm... (nakky...nakka? nakstah? verge, help m-- don't ignore me y'fuckin' prick --))))
[11:33:29 PM EDT] Nitro: (but he)
[11:33:37 PM EDT] Nitro: (what if he's concerned (and curious))
[11:34:33 PM EDT] Losty: (((Casey: Language, Dante.)))
[11:34:56 PM EDT] Nitro: (((Dante: i speak it!)))
[11:35:11 PM EDT] Losty: (((Casey: You know what I mean, young man.)))
[11:36:14 PM EDT] Losty: (and dante just
stay away from it)
[11:36:27 PM EDT] Losty: (casey and nakor would tell you if it was important!)
[11:38:11 PM EDT] Nitro: (((Dante: ... *He looks startled, uncertain, for half an instant -- then it's gone and he's tilting back all too casually in his seat, smirking playfully.* aww, y'no fun. whatevah.)))
[11:38:24 PM EDT] Nitro: (8c but he)
[11:38:27 PM EDT] Nitro: (/fine/ he guesses)
[11:38:56 PM EDT] Nitro: (also Dante is essentially every bit Vergil's opposite -- uncouth, openly rude, and ridiculously good-natured)
[11:40:00 PM EDT] Losty: (((Casey: Right, right. I'm Mrs.No-Fun-Alllowed. *she rolls her eyes, but she goes back to sewing something. Is that a dress? That's way to small to be her's.* )))
[11:40:20 PM EDT] Losty: (dante just
her parents dont want you to meet her yet)
[11:40:28 PM EDT] Losty: (and abdjhbd poor nakor)
[11:40:40 PM EDT] Losty: (more loud people he has to deal with)
[11:40:53 PM EDT] Losty: ((sara would probably like him
then again sara likes everyone))
[11:41:37 PM EDT] Nitro: (at least Teengil is still pretty low-key
albeit he looks like he's going to burst and kill someone a large portion of the time so I guess it depends on how you define "low-key")
[11:45:09 PM EDT] Losty: (well)
[11:45:24 PM EDT] Losty: (as long as he doesnt kill anyone in their sleep hes good)
[11:49:56 PM EDT] Nitro: (((Dante: *The teen falls silent, looking like the floor's just been ripped out from under him, then leans forward abruptly, as if the motion itself will dislodge whatever nasty thought took root. His hands wave as he speaks, pointless gesticulation.* glad y'acknowledge it. *A smirk, leaning back against the chair again and propping his hands behind his head. Seems he can't sit still.* ...who's th'dress f'? y'a seamstress? *He distracts himself, thinks about those ideas for some sweet new jeans he had -- nothing he could ever get made. And she'd probably find them outrageous, as most people he presented them to did, but the reactions just made it entertaining.*
Vergil: ... *He doesn't look up from his book, but the spine is gripped notably tight.*)))
[11:50:09 PM EDT] Nitro: (whoops I enjoy RPing Dante too)
[11:50:30 PM EDT] Nitro: (trauma baby was reminded of his mother 8'c)
[11:50:57 PM EDT] Losty: (feel free to throw dante at me i am totally fine with that)
[11:51:01 PM EDT] Losty: ((nakor however, isnt))
[11:51:20 PM EDT] Losty: ((he'll take vergil over dante anyday))
[11:52:01 PM EDT] Losty: (((granted if he adopts them he'll slowly get used to dante
nakor isnt used to loud people)))
[11:52:14 PM EDT] Losty: (((casey was a huge leap for him in the loud department)))
[11:54:55 PM EDT] Losty: (((Casey: I hope you don't fall out of that chair, movin' around like that. *She seems to visibly stiffen when he says something about the dress, and a hand seems to linger over her abdomen.* ... Oh.. it's for someone... I.. uhm... ... ... And yes! I do sow, jus' not very often!)))
[11:59:31 PM EDT] Losty: ( also i hope i didnt distract you from sleeping )
[12:07:24 AM EDT] Nitro: (aaaa no don't worry uvu I'll fall asleep when my body decides it's done with my irresponsible shit or possibly when I'm done with my orange juice, whichever comes first)
[12:07:56 AM EDT] Losty: (pets v uv")
[12:12:29 AM EDT] Nitro: (((Dante: *He notices (he's not an ace detective f'nothin', y'know). He's sure Verge does too. But no, why would they -- if --* ...well, y'a lovely little lady, but i don't think even /you/ could fit int'that little number. real cute, though, if y'like that kinda stuff. whoever gets t'wear it is reeeal lucky. *He pauses. Though his voice was all smoothness and charm, his smile (sharkish, too many teeth, too sharp) is honest (tired?).* means a lot when y'make somethin' with y'own hands f'someone, aft'all.)))
[12:12:44 AM EDT] Nitro: [also the fact that we're doing two RPs more or less now I'm sorry]
[12:13:05 AM EDT] Losty: (aaaa im sorry we can drop one if its hassling you )
[12:13:16 AM EDT] Losty: ( im used to having many at once for some reason oops )
[12:13:25 AM EDT] Nitro: [oh gosh only if you want to -- I'm really enjoying both of them a lot]
[12:13:32 AM EDT] Nitro: [I don't mind ovo]
[12:13:49 AM EDT] Nitro: [I'm not used to doing them in the same room but no it's okay]
[12:13:58 AM EDT] Losty: (oh if its not like a pain i dont mind runnin' two
oh ah that makes sense )
[12:20:42 AM EDT] Losty: (((Casey: ... Oh, no. I don't dresses like I used to, Dante. But it's for.. my... When she... *she pauses and then she shakes her head.
Is that why Nakor disappeared in the middle of the night?*  ... Yes, I suppose you're right, Dante. It does mean a lot. *She notes his teeth-- she has since the first time she's seen them, actually-- and the way he's talking. She can't help it, he's just so.. different.
She wonders if her son will be that way, and she finds herself hoping and not hoping.* It's kind of sad though, when what you've made doesn't find a use after a while..)))
[12:46:43 AM EDT] Nitro: (((Dante: *He leans back, crosses his arms, and doesn't lose his grin. Its genuineness is a little more dubious now.* aww, c'mon. y'think that means it loses meaning? 'cause it doesn't.
*He eyes the needle, grin wavering for an instant, then clears his throat, looks away. But he can't help it, can't quite ignore it -- he's constantly hyper-aware of her every practiced motion. It's -- it's alright, they prepared him for this, ri-right? Not the same kinda needle, he can't be within two miles of a hospital. It's -- it'll...
He shifts around restlessly (uneasily?) in his seat, and then suddenly --* y'like oranges?
*...Oh geez, he really hopes that's not a weird question -- he. He can /smell/ it -- ah, /geez/, she's gonna think he's a /freak/ and then -- /and/ /then/ --*
Vergil: ... *Sigh. Of course he went and said somethng like that. He /always/ managed to slip up on things like that when he was tense and nervous. But --
He casually scoots his chair a little closer to his brother's, until they're shoulder to shoulder and comfortingly close, and then returns his attention to his book. Dante never liked attention drawn to these things, after all. He'd have to talk to him about /keeping/ /his/ /cool/ later, but, for now...he merely turned a page, unflappable. (Perturbingly silent, detached. Strange boy.)*)))
[12:52:39 AM EDT] Losty: (Casey: ... ! How did you know? *She smiles and she can see the way he's glancing at her hands - it's the needle, she knows it is -* Are you psychic? *and she picks up the box at her feet, putting the dress and needle and supplies away. Anything to calm him down.* . . . Oh no, you aren't going to ask me to pick a card, are you? *She's smiling, and she runs a hand through her hair. She's changing the topic.* I don't need you AND my husband doing that, I think I might go mad.)
[1:39:13 AM EDT] Nitro: (Dante: *His eyes snap to watch as the needles are tucked neatly away, She -- how'd she -- did she --
Whatever, whatever, it -- it doesn't matter. (He feels Verge lean lightly against him, warm, solid, reassuring. He can't quite help but lean back. Just slightly.)
And then those eyes, blue but whitish, icy in their lightness, practically /glowing/, flick up, watching her smile radiantly and fuss with that lovely (familiar) hair. He feels himself suck in his breath and covers it with a cough, even going so far as to cover his mouth. (Clearing his throat, coughing. He's not getting sick, is he?)
It takes him an instant to realize that his grin had faded out, so he perks up (forcibly), offers a devilish smirk.* y'got me. 'm a psychic. but y'know, i like th'term /magician/ better. got a nice ring t'it, don't it? *He leeeeans back in his chair again, tipping it back just a little, and slings an arm over Vergil's shoulder. (He can't help that his grin widens just a little at his brother's disgruntled little "/hmph/". Priceless.)* no, no pullin' cards. 's y'lucky day. in /fact/... *He tightens his grip around Vergil's neck, an effective (though loose) chokehold. Vergil sighs and sets the book on the table with one hand, gripping the wrist of his chokeholding arm with the other. (Dante takes a moment to reflect that, if he were /anyone/ /else/, his wrist would've been snapped like a twig and his neck at risk.)* this here's m'secret weapon. *He glances up at -- /Casey/, holds his charming (jagged, toothy, not wholly genuine) grin, and with his free hand plucks a hair from his brother's head. The single hair is held up and out toward the woman, almost victoriously. Vergil wrenches away as soon as he's loose enough, but it's not important now.*
/behold/, th'hair of th'great an' powerful verge, obtained through a series of dangerous feats an' close calls. its hair gel-drenched properties are said t'be lucky. s'like, ahhh...th'mainer version of a four-leafed clover. *He stands up, finishing the act with a flourishing bow and the presenting of the hair while Vergil returns to reading.* f'you, m'lady.
*It's overblown, so ridiculously overblown, but that's okay. Anything's better than sitting there and thinking about --
Anything's better.*)
[1:44:04 AM EDT] Losty: (vergil did you steal nakors hair gel )
[1:44:11 AM EDT] Losty: ( >B( )
[1:52:40 AM EDT] Losty: (Casey: *There's a low hum from her -- amusement? -- as she reaches out for the hair. She can't help but wonder /why/ her husband picked these two.
She wonders if its because of what he's become, with those /eyes-/
Casey shivers, and she gently closes her eyes for a moment, as if trying to remember how to breathe or exist as she opens them again.
She misses his warm brown eyes, not.. not what they are now. She has the hair looped around the ring finger of her right hand -- her wedding band is on the other and getting a hair stuck in it would be embarassing to explain AND remove --, and it's almost as if she's going to say something--
The phone ringing makes her jump nearly a good foot in the air as she stands.*
I'll be right back.
*She practically slides into the kitchen, and the hair is still wrapped around her fingers -- why? -- as she picks up the phone. It's wireless, but she doesn't move to rejoin the two.*
'Casey?'
! Sasha, how--
'... She's.. she'll be alright. How are..'
*Casey moves closer to the window by the sink, and the conversation is muddled.* )
[2:13:30 AM EDT] Losty: (( #nitro: avoider of sleeping since how many years you were born ))
[2:16:10 AM EDT] Nitro: [#literally defines my life]
[2:16:17 AM EDT] Losty: ((( not that i mind but if youre feeling sleepy you dont have to stay up aaa)))
[2:29:23 AM EDT] Nitro: (Dante: ... *He watches the woman slip away, silent. She was acting a little funny just then -- he has to wonder why. This couple acts sorta funny in general, though.
(But. They're not bad. They're...nice. Even if Nakky is a little uptight. So's Verge.)
...? Dante strains his (hypersensitive) ears to hear as the conversation grows inaudible. Damn it. Phones are always a little harder to hear, and he guesses the distance (the angle? Whatever, that's something Verge would know the specifics about) make it too faint to make out. And of course she's using that /tone/. That low hum, the one that made all the syllables down to their vowels and consonants roll together into one incoherent mess this far away, everything bleeding into a flawless A flat -- the same tone his mo-- when she --
.../He/ --
Vergil's hand is on his shoulder quickly, soothingly, and Dante shakes his head sharply. Can't sit here. Can't do nothing. He has to move, has to focus on something -- so he shrugs Vergil's hand away and stands carefully, balanced perfectly, slipping across to the doorway silently, stepping around the places he'd observed creaking when Casey did the very same. He can feel Vergil watching him silently, but not curiously. Vergil always knows what he's doing, is always two steps ahead in preparing, just in case she walks out. Always ready, even if Dante could practically hear him scolding to mind his own business -- always had his back.
Heh, what a good partner in crime.
(He tries to shake loose the lingering, haunting thoughts, instead focusing on that steady A flat. Come on, focus --)*)
[2:46:00 AM EDT] Nitro: [isn't it almost 3 a.m. for /you/ gosh you should sleep]
[2:49:16 AM EDT] Losty: (Casey: ... Sara, is she...
'... Damn, Cassandra. If I could tell you, I would. I..'
But is she okay, just for right now?
'For now, yes.'
*The tension rolls out of her shoulders, though she can't help but grip the countertop with her free hand. She's obviously thinking about something, and her husband's voice - it's not a tenor, but it's not low enough to be base either - is nice to hear.*
'... Are you alright, Casey?'
. . . Y-yeah, I'm alright, Sasha. I'm worried about /her./ That's our d--
'I know, I know. But.. I... fuck. I think this shouldn't be happening.'
... What do you mean?
'Sara. She's sick. I can see it, Casey. The bits and pieces of her future.'
*There's a pause, and there's a rustle from his end.*
'I think whatever the hell I am affected her, Casey. Horribly.'
... ... Is she sleeping?
'Mm?'
Sara. Is she sleeping?
'.. Oh, yeah. Of course she is.'
*There's a soft high, and then a gentle hum from her again.*
'How did you know?'
I just do.
[2:49:28 AM EDT] Losty: (im on spring break, remember?)
[2:51:20 AM EDT] Losty: ( also dialog between nakor and casey because i dont get to write scenes with them that often )
[3:03:54 AM EDT] Losty: ... Do they come back sometimes?
*He doesn't have to lie to her, she'll know if he does. Her eyes are closed again, and her arms are gently crossed - folded? it's hard to tell when she's curled up in his lap like this - over one another.* ... ... ... That's a dumb question, isn't it? You don't have to tell me, it's okay.
[7:49:20 AM EDT] Nitro: [whoops fell asleep haha]
[9:19:43 AM EDT] Nitro: (Dante: *She's worried, tense -- he can hear it in her voice, hear the ache and exhaustion in Nakor's. He regrets ever daring to eavesdrop now -- it's such a personal, private moment, and he hates hearing it, hates the guilt eating at his heart, hates the way the woman seems to steel her voice a little, as if to keep a brave face in the face of what he's sure, so sure, is some kind of twisted tragedy in the making, and --
Focus. There's more here to think of than just that (as eating and persistent and weighty as the guilt was). Who /is/ Sara? She's their d--?
...
/Oh/.
He's stunned for a moment -- and then smiles tersely, bitterly. Of course. Of /course/. Explains everything. The weird noises in the middle of the night, the dress, the way she sometimes just looks so tired and /sad/, when she thinks they aren't looking, when she glances at her husband -- and his /eyes/ and he's so /strange/ sometimes -- what did he say? Seeing the future?
They have so many fucking problems. Of course they do. Their own kid to worry about, their own unnatural issues -- of course it's /too/ /fucking/ /good/ to last.
He slumps against the wall and slides down, and he can feel Vergil staring at him, hear the questioning little hum meant for him only. He shakes his head, smiling bitterly in his brother's direction. Hope you didn't like this place too much, Verge! No room in this house for two more problems.
...But Vergil's not having any of it. Makes a cutting motion at his throat, expression dead serious. The message is clear, and Dante suddenly feels like a child, suddenly: throwing a tantrum on the ground, all but pouting. He huffs, sneers in his brother's direction, but pushes himself back up nevertheless.
He wonders if he should go pack. Leave, save them the trouble. (A flash of nervous, jittery uncertainty: he doesn't want to go back. Maybe they should -- they always wanted to...to just /leave/, get out of there, out of it all. They'd be fine on their own, have been for /years/. They'd -- they won't find them, not if they run far and fast -- Vergil knows how to do that kind of thing, is always slipping under the radar, the sneaky bastard. They -- they can --)
...Hah. He wishes them the best of luck. He really does.*)