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This is set after a series of threads where Anselm wonders off all confused "without a purpose."


(!@#$%)Anselm's head was spinning as he half-stumbled across the border into Inferni. He'd only been gone for three days, but it felt like weeks. Time didn't make a whole lot of sense right then and he worked himself up into a fit thinking he'd been gone too long. He felt like a teenager that'd snuck out for the night to get drunk. Now he was coming back in through his parents' door, praying that they weren't waiting up for him. Where did you go? Why did you leave? Did you know we were looking for you? This kind of intense paranoia made his mind's usual antics seem trivial.

(!@#$%)Oh god. Oh god, he'd been tricked. What the hell had Boomer given him? He could remember his encounter with the strange dingo clearly; he could remember them talking. He could remember feeling better. He could remember shoving some foul tasting green shit down his throat aeons ago--Boomer had told him that it would "help him find himself." Perhaps the Australian hadn't known that Anselm was already familiar with various psychedelics. Then again, Anselm was mostly familiar with specific kinds that kicked in within half an hour or so. This was a whole new ball game.
(!@#$%)He'd practically forgotten he'd taken it. He'd wondered around for the better part of the day waiting for the effects to kick in--he planned on going back to Inferni after he'd recovered from the trip. When it never came, he'd given up and headed home. By dumb luck, the mescaline from the peyote had kicked in right as he neared his home. The forest came to life as the trees breathed in time with his steps; moss and lichens swirled around into themselves and popped out into a whole new dimension. And then he'd stumbled across the border.
(!@#$%)Fortunately, he didn't appear too different on the outside. Unfortunately, his mind had become some sort of prison. Inside he screamed and rattled the bars of his cage, but outwardly he was paralysed--he simply stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face as he prayed nobody would find him.
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I stealz ur thread.[html]

SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN


It was no surprise that it was the steel colored hybrid that had been occupying much of Ryan’s thoughts lately, but he was shoved aside temporarily as the young girl’s crimson eyes caught sight of a familiar form. She had seen him only a couple of times, but now her stomach seemed to twirl. She had avoided the thing that had caused her so much anxiety when she had first come across ‘Souls. After putting her father on a backburner when discovering this new love, Ryan had finally found the time to bring the issue to the foreground. She had to get it off of her chest. He needed to know.



She trailed along the tan colored brush, noticing that much of the greens had begun to fade to autumn colors. The weather had slowly begun to creep south, also indicating the seasonal changes. It wouldn’t be long before winter was upon them. Her arms were wrapped tight around her torso, hugging the slate blue fabric of her dress as she came upon Inferni’s Praetorian. She offered him a thin smile as she reached out an arm, fingers grasping at a birch tree for balance. "Hi dad," she spoke.

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LOL Way to lay this on him while he's tripping, poor Anselm. -Finds this hysterical.- XDDD


(!@#$%)How long had he been standing there? Five seconds? Five minutes? Five hours? His head whipped around quickly as he realised the dull tha-dum shh-ch he heard was the hybridisation of his own heartbeat and the footfalls of another. Moving his head so quickly caused everything to spin, though, and he squinted as Ryan strolled into view. Well, at least it wasn't someone like Hybrid or Samael--they'd be all over his ass the instant they sensed something was wrong, he was guessing. And while Gabriel might have been a comforting presence (for he symbolised stability and control to Anselm, which would be quite valuable with reality so turned on its head), the hybrid wasn't sure what the Aquila would make of his drugged up antics.

(!@#$%)For now, he did his best to remain normal. He dipped his head lightly to the girl before either of them spoke, although the gesture felt somewhat delayed in his mind. Did he really take too long to respond, unnaturally long, or did time just seem to be running slowly? Looking for a reference point, he found himself scanning the forest for anything that might reveal some clues. He could observe an event or sequence of events and compare how long they took now to how long they would've taken according to memory. It seemed like a sound idea, but before he could do anything Ryan had greeted him rather strangely.
(!@#$%)Perhaps under normal circumstances he would've figured it out... he would've pieced it all together. Her eyes, the striking familiarity despite the fact they'd met very recently... something, anything. Instead, he was rather distracted by the way her face melted into the surrounding scenery. The branches of trees spiralled outward and mingled with the fur on her cheeks, and it looked rather fascinating. It was beautiful, in a way--but at the moment, it seemed more troubling than anything. All he could give her was a confused Huh?? in response. He'd need to be spoon fed everything if she wanted to discuss this now. Fortunately, at least so far, he hadn't acted remarkably out of character.
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Hehe, she gets him when he's vulnerable! XD[html]

SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN


She looked to her slender fingers, absentmindedly peeling away the starch white bark from the birch tree she had clung to. Of course she had come to the realization some time ago, so it wasn’t really as much of a shock as it would be to Anselm, but she still felt the need for some sort of stability. She seemed to be lacking that. Maybe that was why the idea of DaVinci was so alluring – he could offer her something she had been missing.



"I –" she paused, looking back up to find those familiar eyes – the same she saw whenever she gazed at her own reflection. He seemed somehow different, but she had to remember what she had just said. He was probably stunned and searching for some clarity in the recesses of his mind. She couldn’t blame him for uttering the one sound that made sense. She frowned, though it lingered on a playful side. She could understand. "I’m your daughter, Anselm."

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(!@#$%)The outrageously horrible timing was enough to make him laugh--it took a remarkable amount of self control to keep this from actually happening. All at once, fear met comfort, confusion met understanding, and nothingness met something. At least now he had a reason for that peculiar feeling she gave him. At the same time, he couldn't comprehend why she hadn't said something sooner. Recognition and understanding shown upon his face, but there was still a great deal of confusion. Searching her face carefully (which was extremely difficult, considering it didn't stay still even when Ryan didn't move herself), he couldn't quite decide if she looked angry or upset with him. The drugs made it easy for his mind to weave convoluted fantasies--her ears turned up sharply as he wondered if she might attack him now for abandoning them, but her features softened as he wondered if she might be relieved or ... something.

(!@#$%)Lené... he murmured at one point, before lapsing into more "thoughtful" silence. What had ever happened to her, anyway? Anselm never really intended to keep in touch with old fuck buddies, seeing as they were simply that. He'd enjoyed the female coyote's company for over a week, if he could recall correctly, but they certainly hadn't spent more than a fortnight together. Anselm was always on the move... Lené had been, too, perhaps, and he'd always just figured they were two ships passing in the night, much like the rest of his random sexual encounters. Oh god, were there more? More kids he didn't even know about? Utterly unable to figure out how he felt about this, he decided to at least see what page she was on. Are you angry? he wondered, grimacing at the surreal sound of his own voice. It was pulsating, much like everything else. ... are there more? That one would burn a hole in his brain if he didn't ask.
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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

She let go of the tree, but instantly, she wanted it back. She cast a sideways gaze at it, determining what she would do, but then left it behind. She didn’t need a crutch right now – she was fine. This was something she had thought about doing many times before. It wasn’t exactly how she had imagined it would play out, but it was good enough. He even seemed to be taking it relatively easy. Ryan would have figured there would have been a complete stage of denial – one similar to the feelings she had suppressed upon discovering Anselm in the bay.



When he muttered her mother’s name, Ryan shuttered. She had, for the most part, dealt with her mother’s death, yet hearing someone else mention it was something completely different. Anselm knew then – it was completely true. Her speculations had been right, and of course they would have been... How many Anselm de le Poer’s were there in the world? One. And she had happened to have found him.



"Angry? No," she replied, but there had been plenty of times when she had been. She knew that it was his powerful, yet gentle demeanor that had eased that emotion. He had been nothing but kind to her since she discovered him, so she couldn’t help but shy away from feeling angry. She didn’t know how else to describe her feelings though. "I’m content," she responded, though was that the right word? "It’s just me," she told him, since that’s all she knew. Ever since she was little, it had been just her and her mother – no one else. There could have been others, perhaps stillborns, but she wouldn’t have known that.

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desperadoAnselm could become a rather resentful fellow when he was made to care about something he would otherwise ignore. In this respect, it was probably for the best that she wasn't angry with him--it would get them nowhere. Ultimately, there was nothing that could be done to change the past. Even with his clouded thinking and muddled senses, he had to admit he respected her for being realistic about the whole thing. She was approaching the whole thing very rationally and in a progressive manner... which ushered them onward to the next issue: what to do next.
desperadoThere were a few things that were simply automatic. Essentially, if anybody ever gave her any trouble at all, he'd be taking a personal interest in the matter. It was new to him, to suddenly care so strongly about another creature's well being. The realisation pulsed through his body and nearly made him shudder. Obviously he cared about Gabriel, too, but he trusted that Gabriel could tackle his own problems. It wasn't that he doubted Ryan's capability, though, which compounded the weirdness of it all. It was inexplicable and he didn't care for that. Perhaps he'd be able to sort through it better when his usual systematic thoughts were not overpowered by the chaos of a mind altering drug?
desperadoSuddenly something else hit him. For the past while, he'd been utterly perplexed by his lack of "direction" in Inferni. With the war settled and things more or less at an equilibrium point, things had grown stagnant. Perhaps this was a way out of that. This certainly would shake things up, and a daughter would be a "purpose" that would never go away. Part of that permanence and concept of commitment terrified him, but this rush was what he would always secretly desire and crave. Without it, everything was nothing. Moving forward awkwardly, he nudged her gently with his nose. I'm glad you're here, he muttered simply, leaning against her heavily as he practically melted into her side. For whatever it was worth, he meant it. At nearly three years old, family was really all he had.


[i swear to god, doing so much calculus has made the writing part of my brain break.]
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Crap post, yay.[html]

SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN


She was almost startled as he moved towards her, unexpecting of this kind of display of emotion. He leaned heavily into her, and she stood rather awkwardly, as if the entire thing made her uncomfortable. However, his words made things better. She felt like maybe she really had made the right decision by coming here. She leaned into him then, wrapping her arms around his muscled frame. His posture felt weird to her somehow, though she still hadn’t caught on to Anselm’s narcotic influenced mind. She embraced the moment (haha, literally) before letting her arms fall away. "Are you okay," she asked, gently adding, "dad?" It felt strange on her lips, but she enjoyed being able to say it to his face. It made things so real for Ryan. He seemed a bit unsteady standing there beside her.

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