hadriel | Voice || Alone in a Box

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Well this is fucking boring.

If this keeps going I'm willing to take one for the team, fill this coffin with alcohol and set it ablaze. Shoot this shit into the roof of the cave via explosion.

All I ask is you honor my memory by punching Fear in the face.

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[Noah gives a small 'Whoa!' as the demon pushes up and lifts the lid a little because hello he's actually like... standing on it to get at it?? He hits the shovel against the lid in annoyance.]

Lemme clear some more off first! Five minutes, geeze. Hold your horses.

Fine fine.

[He stops shoving on the coffin, letting Noah clear some more of the dirt off.]

Am I actually six feet under? Or is that just a saying?

[Noah huffs but is mostly quiet otherwise - he doesn't need to breathe, so.]

Well. I don't have a yardstick or anything, but... it looks that way. Give or take.

[A few more bangs from the shovel by accident and then Noah's pulling himself back up out of the hole he's made to be out of the way. He feels very weary after all this, he really hopes the demon can get out because otherwise Noah's going to vanish and leave it so close to being done.]

Okay, try again?

Fear didn't half ass this one, did he? I'm almost impressed.

[He pushes on the lid with all his strength, and it creaks open, inch by inch as he gets enough leverage to slam it further open with his shoulder. Finally it opens enough for him to crawl out, looking more like a demon than he ever has in his existance. Coated in dirt and alcohol and black goopy tar that's attracting even more mud and dust all over him.

He doesn't need to breathe either. But that doesn't mean that crawling out of a six foot deep hole is easy. Unfortunately he's not feeling up to teleporting out of there, he's definitely not operating at full strength. He finally gets out of there, flopping onto his back at Noah's feet and just laying there.]

This has been a really shitty few days.

[Noah kind of flops down when the Demon does, too, sitting next to him. He doesn't breathe hard or anything either, he doesn't need to breathe, but he's all faded at the edges and hard to focus on, like the after-image of staring at a bright light for too long.

It took a lot out of him, digging the Demon out, especially without Adam nearby to repower him.

Faded as he is, Noah still smiles.]

I'm glad you're okay.

Yeah yeah. Don't go hugging me or anything.

[The weirdness of looking at someone whos gone all fuzzy is bad enough, he's not sure what that would feel like to touch. Not to mention he's a little worried that touching him might be bad for Noah. The Demon is not human, not alive, and his teleportation causes static interference. All things that seem like they wouldn't be good for a ghost.]

And you know thanks. For the rescue.

[Oh that hurt. Actual gratitude. He winces a little.]

Hug you? And get tar all over myself? As if.

[Noah says this instead of responding to the thanks, letting it pass without acknowledgement so the Demon doesn't have to deal with more Feelings than he already has.

Noah's still smiling, though.]

I think you need a bath before you do anything else.

Oh I'm sorry, will that mar your pristine ghostly image?

[The Demon grunts and looks down at himself. He's a fucking mess and even he can admit it.]

Hey it took me a long time to get this way. I call it patina.

[Noah laughs. Well, he makes a motion like he's laughing, but no sound comes out.]

Isn't patina what it's called when copper turns green?

Maybe I'll rust. Who knows?

[Noah makes a face at the 'rust' comment]

I'll start calling you the Tin Man if you do.

I'm not gonna rust.

At least I don't think so. Pretty sure I would have by now if that was the case.

In any event, recycle me after my demise. Save the planet and all that.

[solemnly]

I'll turn your rib cage into a planter for succulents. It will be beautiful and creepy.

I can think of no higher honor.

[He will 100% hold you to that Noah.]

[Noah laughs again - the motion of it while being absolutely soundless. He's been fading, slowly but surely, more the impression of Noah rather than Noah there in actuality now.

With what's left of him, he smiles, sincerely and full of relief, same as the whisper of his voice.]

I'm glad you're okay.

[It was draining, digging the Demon back up basically by himself. He'll be back later, once he's had time to recover. For now he's back to being nothing at all.]

[He grunts and lifts his head up to look at where Noah had been, but had apparently faded into nothing again. Well that's annoying.

Except for the part where now he doesn't have to respond to Noah acting like they're friends. Because they're not. The Demon doesn't have friends. That's a very human thing and he's not a human.

But he is going to just lay here for a while and recover his strength so he can teleport away and pretend none of this ever happened.]

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congrats asshole you make a kid happy

\o/

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