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Post by Ashe on Jan 25, 2020 14:13:55 GMT -6
This process repeated itself for a few days. Ashe would take care of Obs, do some chores, and come back to sit with him. He worked on getting Obs to sit up, eventually progressing to standing up. The thing that was in Obs' body was compliant enough, though it never talked. It made sounds, as if trying to communicate, but the body was still stiff and working out the kinks. Soon enough, the body was standing on its own, then walking on its own. It was able to use the bathroom, and starting to eat on its own.
One night, after he had put Obs to bed, Ashe paced the hallway outside his door. Inyala paced along with him on the ground, darting around and between his feet. Ashe reached one side of the hallway, pivoted, and walked back down the other way. He felt almost like he was wearing a hole in the floor. "Why isn't Obs coming back..." Ashe muttered, troubled. He was well rested now, though mentally taxed with this new drama unfolding. Inyala had no answer for him, so she kept quiet.
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Post by Ashe on Jan 25, 2020 14:19:42 GMT -6
A full week after the revival, the body began to speak. Ashe had been talking to him like he would talk to Obs, sharing stories and reminiscing over past adventures. He told him the news of the city, and how training was going, and all about Jinx since Obs had never had the chance to meet her before. It seemed to have paid off, because Obs was able to communicate in words to get what he wanted. He was able to move more easily now, almost like a normal person. The body seemed to be becoming a home for whatever spirit Ashe had managed to tether to the corpse. He'd had Jinx make attempts to contact Obs' original spirit, but nothing had responded. Considering how brilliant and direct the last communication between them had been, it was hard for Ashe to believe things just weren't working mechanically... Surely that meant Obs was no longer available...
...Because he was among the living again.
"What do you think, Inyala? At what point... is our child ready to go out into the world?" The Imp looked up at Ashe and shook her head; he definitely wasn't ready yet! Making improvements, yes, but could hardly live on his own... especially in a world of monsters.
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Post by Obsidion on Feb 3, 2020 22:13:37 GMT -6
There was a slow blink, and a fog began to lift, it seemed, from the brain. The eyes could see clearer, joints weren't stiff, and he stretched as he sat up in bed and looked around blearily. He wasn't sure where he was, and so he slipped his feet to the floor and padded throughout the house, taking in everything pitch black eyes could see. His hair was coming in nicely, short but at least it was there, and as he darted to and fro, he wondered where he was, what magic had...
That was it, wasn't it? He was back!
But there was a fog rolling in again, something that was pulling against him, realizing that things weren't supposed to stay this way. What was he going to do? He wanted to see what there was, he wanted to remember, but there was something insisting it couldn't be so.
And so the man wandered through the house until a door creaked open with the help of his hand and he saw him in there, in bed, sleeping deeply. He sat down next to the bed and spoke with a dry mouth, "It's good to see you again Ashe, I hope I remember at least you... Things are foggy, I know you worked hard with that woman I met, and Inyala of course, but I don't think I can stay too long like this. Things aren't meant to stay the same, she is me now I think. So I'll stick around for as long as I can, I'd at least like to hug you once before I go."
A smile tripped out across his lips for a moment as the other man's eyes flickered open, and he hugged him deeply. "Sorry Ashe, I gotta go. Don't be too upset with me, will you?" Obsidion asked sadly, reaching out to tussle his best friend's hair. The man stood up and stretched out again before giving his friend a jaunty salute, "I'll be seeing you, Ashe."
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Post by Ashe on Feb 5, 2020 17:36:15 GMT -6
Ashe was indeed asleep. While deep, it was fretful, and he tossed and turned with bad dreams, caused by concern over Obs' recovery. He stilled as the man sat on the bed, and stirred gently when he started talking. In truth, the words wound themselves into his dreams, echoes of the meaning more than the actual words fading in and out. It felt like leaving, like a farewell, though the words were soft and sweet. He woke up slowly, groggily, hearing that things weren't meant to stay the same. "Who is what...?" He asked, voice thick with sleep. He was surprised to see it was Obs talking; this was eloquent speech for his revived friend. His arms did open to welcome the hug, and he hugged him back.
"What? Go where? Why?" When Obs released him from the hug, Ashe scooted up in bed until he was in a sitting position. He was very confused, both from the words and the sleep. "You can't leave! I didn't bring you back for you to leave, where would you go??" He demanded, perhaps a little more emotional than intended. Inyala, woken up by her master's concern, hopped up onto the bed to see what was going on.
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