lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Mar 17, 2011 22:58:46 GMT -6
Hans cringed as he looked at the table. Ice. More damn ice. He had no idea why this was happening. That man who had brought him home after he'd passed out, he had known, but he hadn't bothered to tell Hans about it. Oh, no. He just left a phone number. Hans still had it, written down, just in case.
It hadn't gotten to the point where everything he was touching was turning to ice, but it was getting annoying, and things were constantly freezing around him. He hoped people weren't avoiding him or something because of it, if they'd noticed. He really hoped no one had noticed, too.
He finally sighed and resigned himself to calling the man. He'd said his name was Dago, so at least if someone picked up and called himself something else, then Hans would know he had the wrong number. He picked up his phone and dialed, clicked the call button, and waited.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 17, 2011 23:04:30 GMT -6
A near-imperceptible ringing sound was permeating Dago’s dreams. That was annoying; one couldn’t have satisfying sex dreams with obnoxious noises. Unless those obnoxious noises were the sounds of orgasms, Dago wanted them gone. The ringing got steadily louder… and louder until he sat straight up in bed and realized his phone was ringing. Fuck! What if it was Natalie calling? She’d chew his ass out if he didn’t pick up.
He blearily fumbled around for his phone, missing a few times before he grasped it. He pressed the green send button and held it to his ear, upside down.
“Hello?” he said groggily, before he pulled it away.
He couldn’t hear anything, his damn phone was broken! He peered at it for a moment before he flipped it around and put the earpiece to his ear this time.
“Hello?” he tried again, a little more awake this time.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
Posts: 1,682
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Post by lillium on Mar 17, 2011 23:17:23 GMT -6
"Dago?" Hans asked, wondering if who he was talking to was, in fact, Dago. It sounded kind of like him, but sleepier. Hans checked his time. Hadn't Dago said he was from America or something? Wait, Mexico. Well, Mexico was on that continent. . Oh well, irrelevant, because Dago had still said he had moved to Norway. Of course, Hans probably shouldn't have believed that. He had said he was allergic to the sun- Really, who would buy that? Then again, Hans had.
"This is Hans," he continued. "You know, from Oslo, in Norway. You told me to call you if the ice thing continued." He paused, waiting for an answer. There was no reason to go further if this wasn't Dago. Hans really didn't want to be sent to a mental institution or something. The ice was really happening, and it was freaking the hell out of him. It felt like everywhere he went, there was ice.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 17, 2011 23:32:49 GMT -6
Dago blinked a couple of times and was silent while Hans explained himself. God dammit, he realized that he’d left that kid out there without any assistance. Did he really tell him to call if the ‘ice thing’ persisted? Hans made it sound like a bothersome rash he couldn’t get rid of.
“Hijo de todo su rechingada madre,” he muttered about himself.
He glanced over to the other side of the bed. Marian wasn’t there, he must be busy or in his office. That was good, that meant he didn’t have to explain anything before he brought Hans back here.
“What’s your address?” he barked into the phone, ”God dammit, and what time is it there?”
He knew Oslo, Norway, from what he’d just said. If it was daytime, he couldn’t make it out there, but he’d go try to correct his mistake if it was a time he could manage to get out. Hopefully before Hans crushed someone or gave them hypothermia.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Mar 17, 2011 23:42:08 GMT -6
Hans had no idea what Dago was muttering in Spanish, but he figured it was probably Dago, then. After all, the doctor had said he was from Mexico. Hans wasn't even sure why he'd believed Dago when he had said that- How many doctors came from Mexico to Norway? Granted, there was Doctors Without Borders, but Norway wasn't exactly a third-world country.
Hans didn't live in Sudan, for example.
"It's nine-thirty PM," Hans said. "And my address is Fossveien 30, in Oslo," he added. He wasn't quite sure why the time mattered- Oh, right. Dago was 'allergic' to sunlight. Hadn't he been faking it, though? Hans realized that he had just assumed that. Maybe Dago hadn't been faking. After all, why would he ask for the time? Hans was obviously still awake.
Or maybe he just had other reasons. Oh well. Hans would see, he supposed. He hoped Dago got to Oslo sooner than later, though. He didn't like this ice problem.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 17, 2011 23:49:19 GMT -6
Dago lied about too many things, it seemed. A few were necessary, but he’d probably already lied himself into a corner; which he didn’t even know yet.
“Is it—never mind. If it’s light out, even a little, close your curtains, please,” he said hurriedly, “I’ll be right there.”
He hung up and jumped out of bed, throwing on clothes. He figured that he was already in trouble; he didn’t need to show up to Hans’ apartment half naked. He narrowly remembered to grab his phone and the portal tag he’d stolen from the Seidhrfolk. He was repeating Hans’ address over in his head until he reached the portal room. He punched in the address Hans had given him and stepped through the following portal.
He was in the hallway outside of Hans’ flat; which he recognized from when he’d dragged the kid up here and left the following day. He knocked on the door, a bit too hard.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Mar 18, 2011 18:29:27 GMT -6
"Uh, okay," Hans said, wondering why it mattered to Dago. Wouldn't he have to go outside to get to Hans' apartment anyway? This was so weird. . "Hold on, wait-" he tried to say, but Dago had already hung up.
Hans didn't get it at all. He'd be there right away? How? This was so weird, so confusing. Everything had been since that night, when the ice had first appeared. He was so irritated, too. Why hadn't Dago stayed or told him anything? Why had he just run off instead of actually helping him? Someone could have died. Hans hadn't left his house all day because he was so afraid of accidentally killing someone.
He jumped up when he heard a knock on the door? So soon? It had to be Dago, there was no doubt about it. But how had he come here so quickly? Hans ran over to the window, closed the curtains just in case, and then went back to the door. Well, time to see who it was. .
And it was Dago. Hans frowned. "You can come in," he said, stepping aside to let Dago in.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 18, 2011 18:40:02 GMT -6
Just as Dago expected, Hans didn’t look too happy with him. He briefly considered using glamour to get Hans to come with him to the library, but that had already gotten him into trouble with Hans once. He supposed it’d be better to tell the truth this time; if Hans was going to be a mage, he’d be around too much to lie all the time. He just hoped things didn’t get to telling him all of the truth… that could be problematic.
He gave Hans a half-hearted smile and walked into his apartment, nearly slipping as he got in. Shit! Hans wasn’t kidding when he said it’d gotten out of hand. It was cold enough in there that even Dago could feel it.
“How long has this been a problem?” he asked, inspecting a few of the frozen pieces of furniture.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Mar 18, 2011 18:44:57 GMT -6
"Since you left," Hans said icily, no pun intended. He scowled at Dago in return for the smile, and shut the door behind the man. "It's been getting worse and worse with time, though, and it's only been this bad for a few times. It's gotten to the point where I can't leave my house!"
He paused for a second, wondering why the hell Dago had done this. Well, he could just ask him. "Why did you leave me here without any knowledge of what had happened? Especially when you knew that this was going to happen!" he asked, irritated. "I could've accidentally killed someone, or even myself!"
It was true. He was so afraid of giving someone hypothermia, or totally covering them in ice. He really didn't want to go to jail for manslaughter! That would be horrible. And he really didn't want to kill anyone, either. The thought of that was just. . Ugh.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 18, 2011 18:53:12 GMT -6
Dago winced as Hans began to yell a bit. Hans was right in being upset with him, and Dago knew the consequences when he left, but he didn’t think he had much choice at that point. That was why he didn’t abandon Hans completely; Dago was responsible for making him this way, after all.
Dago held up his hands to try to calm Hans down, knowing it wouldn’t help in the least, “I didn’t have much choice!” he defended, “There’s a lot going on that you still don’t know, I didn’t expect that to happen.”
If Dago were a demon that didn’t have glamour, he might have been a victim of that very power he awakened in Hans. If he’d come out and told him the truth immediately… well, it could have gone really well, or Dago would be dead, again. It wasn’t a risk he was willing to take, unfortunately for Hans.
Dago ran his hands through his hair in a frustrated manner, “I’m sorry,” he said finally.
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