kingroadie | [In Person]

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[In Person]

[London was a mess, to put it simply, Eddie was doing his best to walk around the debris littering the street. The sky is a dull, ugly gray color.]

This place is a fucking wreck. [He sighs this, keeping the food he has handy tucked his arm as he tried to avoid stepping over crumbling Akuma bodies. The roadie keeping his eyes on his surroundings. He doing his best to stay quiet as to not attract attention.

This plan works out pretty well for several blocks, he relaxing a little when he sees the music store. Starting to jog over to it. A smile slowly appearing as he mentally congratulates himself for making it this far and running into no troub-]

Eddie!? Wait! Slow down! [The pace Eddie had, so very close to the music store is halted when he hears that voice. He whipping around to stare at the brunette suddenly appearing. It was Ophelia. His Ophelia. He's within sight of the music store, food nearly being dropped as he takes in the brunette in surprise.]

...Ophs?

One and only. [She says this with a smile, walking towards him. Lips pulled into a smile as they stared at one another. Eddie's considerably distracted as she gets closer, his heart jumping into his throat.] Babe! You're- normal!

Of course I am~ [She smiles, fluttering her lashes, Eddie is too dumbfounded to notice the fact Ophelia would NEVER do that. Eddie has failed to notice another thing, an black inky substance curling around his feet, shifting behind him, gathering into a puddle as she approached him.]

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True enough, I'm kind of fond of the whole living thing myself. Still going to be a pain to find food I can cook though. [Ophelia doesn't seem to be following them, the street clear behind the two.] Sometimes she'll use hordes of zombies, walking heads and rats. She's got a thing about undead things now. [He manages as they run, he starting to slowly feel tired himself.]

[She stops when it's clear there's no Ophelia following. She pants a few more times, bending over.]

That... really blows. Has that happened since you've been here, or was that even before this hellhole?

[The roadie leans against a nearby wall for support, giving the blond a concerned look as he tries steady his own heart rate. She keeps that up she'll earn more fussing from Eddie.]

No kidding. Before I got here, they dropped me into this place around the time she turned into- that. [Small grimace as he gestures back where they came.] I was fighting against her. Like I said to you before- it's kind of complicated.

[Nah it's cool, she'll regain her breath in a few seconds... She straightens again.]

Jesus. How'd she get like that? If... y'know, you don't mind sharing.

[Still enjoyed the momentary concerned look that crosses the man's features before he wrinkles his nose a little at her question. A hand wandering up to rub the back of his head in thought.]

Back where they yanked me, there was this sea, it was apparently made up of one woman's sorrow, since she grief stricken she cried enough to make an entire ocean. At least that's what the legend says about it. [He waves a hand at that, deciding to skip over explaining the entire legend of The Sea of Black Tears and get to the point.] Ophelia decided to jump into it and crawled back out covered in its gunk. It drove her nuts.

... Sooo... Where the hell's that sea? So I can avoid it. Forever.

[Still, the story doesn't sound as bizarro as it could be. Her hometown descends into hell on occasion and she's had to fight the monsters that were spawned by it.]

It only exists in my world, so it's not likely you'll run into it any time soon, but yeah, stay the hell away from the damn ocean. It's big and black, hard to miss. [This is the short version, minus the fact a god died and how many years the woman/Autelia cried for. All of this is powered by heavy metal, so Eddie's life is little strange.]

I'd rather not lose someone else to that damn sea. [He shakes his head, finally moving to put his axe back onto his back. The lack of attacks means its safe- for now.]

Your world? So you mean, like, you're not from the normal one?

[Not that zombies are normal, but... it never really occurred to Heather that there could be one place for normal everyday humans other than THE EARTH. She leans on Mr. Pipey like a walking stick and looks around too.]

I guess... we could resume that search for food together...

I was than I was yanked into another. [Only now does he realize how weird that actually sounds, it shows on his face before he shrugs it off.] It was the past apparently? Hell if I know how this world jumping shit works.

Probably a good idea. Usually takes forever to actually find anything edible in this place. [He cracks a small smile at this, easily shaking everything off to survey their surroundings again.] I'd say stick close, but you've got common sense unlike the nut jobs around here.

Ohhhh, I get it. I think. [Wayyy too much like Silent Hill to fit her tastes. One world, then another... each one worse than the last.]

Well, two pairs of eyes are better than one, right? [She'll shrug off the bizarro attack of Eddie's girlfriend, too. Can't dwell on horrible stuff too much, it's not productive.]

We'll stick with saying our lives are crazy.

Ha, true. Make the whole food search a hellva lot easier. [He's glad of that, the roadie preferring to ease back into the odd friendship they've built thanks to this strange place. He spots one store that looks vaguely like a bakery.]

Lets head that way, looks like a bakery to me. It's gotta have something that's still good.

Good plan.

[She perks at the mention of a bakery.] I could go for a donut right now. They did have donuts in 19th century London, right?

[She starts trotting over toward the storefront, her boots clomping as she goes.]

Hell if I know kiddo. We might as well check. I know I wouldn't mind having some kind of baked good.

[Eddie's walking along with her, relaxed, but still keeping an eye out for A. Akuma and B. Ophelia. He's hoping both don't show up at all during his and Heather's hunt for food.]

Pffft, I'm not a kid, you know. I'm almost eighteen. [And... other ages, but it's better not to get into those.

She pushes open the door to the bakery and takes a cautious look around before going in with Mr. Pipey at the ready. When the coast looks clear, she calls back to Eddie.] This place looks safe!

[Next moment she's poking around behind the counter, searching for something edible.]

[Eddie gave a small chuckle at her 'not a kid' protest. He's thirty, he can get away with calling her a kid.

The roadie needs no further encouragement to follow, he glancing around the shelves and brick a brack lining the stores walls. Heather can probably hear him picking through the shelves.] Ha, found at least one piece of bread that isn't hard a rock over here. Maybe some cakes survived or something!

Hey, are you laughing at me? It's the truth. I'm not some little girl!

[As soon as he mentions the cakes, she finds some behind the counter.] Ohhh, score! And they don't look messed up or anything

[She grabs a piece and samples some tentatively.] Just a bit stale...

Hey, hey, relax Heather. I know you're not a little girl. I'm thirty, to me eighteen is young. Nothing against you.

[With the find of cake, any disclaimers are forgotten. He brightening up a little, the roadie approaching the blond teenager.] Wouldn't be the first time we've had to eat something stale in this place. [Eddie's meddling with the food at least made it taste less stale-ish.]

[She could tell him She often feels way older than eighteen, but the whole, being born three times thing takes a long time to explain, so she just lets it go.] Fine, I'll just start calling you "old man" every time you call me kiddo.

Here, let's try to find plates or something... I'm starved.

[It like the whole Ophelia situation are too complicated to tell over a food hunt of all things. Eddie either way quietly pffts. He can roll with it.] Eh, I've been called worse things.

I'll go dig through the back room, you grab a table. [He gestures at the one table someone had apparently dragged in along with a few old beaten up chairs.]

I'll be right back. [With that he heads into the back, Heather can probably hear him digging around looking for plates.]

Oh yeah? Nice guy like you? Can't imagine what.

[She blinks when he disappears into the back room, but shrugs and goes over to the table, making sure it's been cleared off and clean enough to eat off of.]

[Clink, clank, shuffle, thump, whump, those are about the sounds that can be heard from the backroom as Eddie digs around. Eddie is a walking comedy act it seems.

A muffled 'Hot damn!' is heard next followed by a few more clinks and Eddie reemerges from the back room. He's obviously pleased with the find of another cake, this one considerably less stale, some plates and forks.]

Apparently we're going to be eating nothing but cake for today, I found another one. Hellva lot less stale in comparison to the first one. [He walks over, handing Heather her plate along with a fork, he setting the cake he found off to the side of the table, the roadie taking a seat across from her.]

Oh, score!

[Takes the plate and sits down, digging in.] Huh, pretty good. Definitely could have worse meals.

[Eddie helps himself to some of the first cake, obviously happy with the turn of events.] True enough, we'll probably just both be really frikkin' sick of cake after this. Either way, it's bitchin' while it lasts.

[So says the man who is obviously enjoying the hell out of it. He missed real food.]

You're probably right. Oh well. It could be MUCH worse.

[Devours her piece in record time.]

Could be just stale bread or something a lot worse. [He agrees, pretty much keeping pace with her on the cake eating. He hasn't eaten any in months, so he'll take joy out of this.]

Reminds me though, we should probably find some place with food to stay this time. Make getting meals easier. I'd say we should stay here, but from the looks of it someone else has been digging around. I'd rather not have one of those Akuma-things come in here when we're both asleep.

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Pfft, these icons almost match, ALMOST.

Awwww cute \o/

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