Log: Ongoing

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When; Day after sensory depletion day
Rating; PG?
Characters; Frederick Abberline (bloodyuseless) and Scarab (noh_dancer)
Summary; TBA
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Chain smoking was not considered a positive thing, but it helped one's nerves - and Frederick's nerves were shot to hell. It didn't seem to be bad enough that Scarab had been out looking for him when she'd been attacked, but now she was intent on getting back at it, and he was incapable of assisting. He had nothing to offer in a fight against a supernatural force - he could aim a gun and dissect a mystery and that was the extent of his skill. His visions were only of use if anyone actually listened to him... and they did not. 'Don't go outside, I've seen premonitions of your brutal rape and murder' had no effect, apparently. It was no wonder she was seeking out more formidable allies.

He did not want to mope about such things, truly. It made him feel pathetic and weak, and it wasn't how he wanted to conduct himself. So trapped between those sides, he ended up just shutting down on himself, becoming cold and detached while his mind tried to decide what to do.

That was why he was seated at the open windowsill, on his second pack of the day. He'd caught himself several times thinking about how the dead could escape this place and go on with their afterlives - but perhaps he already was in hell. Nothing new, he thought wryly, memory flitting to and fro, It's not like I haven't been there before.

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Frederick made a thoughtful noise, allowing his hand to be taken a gentle prisoner, listening to her report.

"He was created by Kaen, or so I've learned," he said, going over what he knew about Pyramid Head in his mind, "Taken out of the mind of one of the men from its own universe. It was killed once, but came back - not in the fashion that you did," - his voice has a forced-calm quality then- "but it seemed to simply re-appear elsewhere, a completely different incarnation. It's possible that it was initially just a copy, an interpretation, and now it's the 'real' thing."

He was quiet for a long moment, wondering now if he should have offered her some absinthe anyway.

"Did it..." he stopped. He forced himself to meet her eyes, feeling something insane, impossible mix of terror and rage tightening in his chest as the potential occurred to him fully. "Did it rape you?"

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Keico held his gaze, and took full possession of his hand before answering.

"No. No, it didn't....it's ok..."

She offerred a small smile of reassurance, and a gentle squeeze to his hand.
She doubted very much if she would be here just now if that had been the case, and had indeed sat in the library in tears while reading about some of the thing's more colorful exploits.

" I know she was going to reward it with someone..or rather something else, though." She confessed quietly.
She could remember the last remaining shards of that little bitch's thoughts scraping through her fading consciousness after the monstrosity had literally thrown her onto the support bars.
In all her life Scarab had never known what it was to truly hate someone. To actually want to watch them hurt, and to cry and bleed.

She hated Alessa.
That hate was larger, by far, than the fear of somehow meeting the Pyramid Head agian.

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The tension in his chest didn't dissipate. What would be worse? He wrapped one arm around her, and again kissed her temple, half-snuggling close. He didn't like the idea of that thing being rewarded. He didn't like the idea of Alessa. To know he'd spoken with her... it made him sick. He wondered if one of the supernatural higher beings about the City might not just blast the both of them to little bits.

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Something about the look in his eyes just broke her heart.

I'm so sorry...

This damaged, but unfailingly kind man had seen a great deal of loss and pain.
She hadn't understood the extent of it until tonight, and a fresh wave of guilt at being the cause for more tugged at her.

He started to wrap her in a hug, but she finished it; coaxing him down to lay beside her, with his head resting under her chin.
Hushed words of comfort in her native toungue combined with the gentle play of fingers in his hair would hopefully help him realize that while she had been part of those horrors, they were behind her now.

They were behind her.
The dreams still woke her in the quiet hours of the night, and the scars were new and vivid on her body, but thanks to these small measures of comfort; to him, and to Faye, she was going to be alright.

" shhh..." she soothed, and switched back to English for his benefit, " It'll be ok. "


"You aren't responsible for what happened, so don't even say it."

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Frederick didn't say anything. He couldn't. He knew why she did what she did, and that she would have done it no matter what anyone would have said - but it didn't change the fact that if he had not met Scarab, she would not have gone through that. And it didn't change the fact that he was completely powerless to stop it from happening to anyone else.

He allowed himself to be held close, his arms wrapping around her in turn. He didn't know that he'd sleep that night, but he'd rest with her... and hope that it comforted her, at least a little.