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 Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2024 11:07 pm
 tab Location : Grocery Store | Company : Promullar and Coralyn | Mood : Intrigued | Residence : 1301 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Here | Occupation : Worker at Mushroom Kingdom | Status : Single | Voice Sample : Singing and Speaking | OOC : --
He's come to terms with him not being a person in their eyes, so he just offers her a shrug. It doesn't matter how they see him as long as his friends know who he is. "Even if I am, it doesn't stop me from doing whatever I want to." Doesn't prevent him from at least trying to live the life he's been stuck with. Whether or not they find him, or try to scoop him up like he's nothing to them, he knows that there are at least people out there who see him as more than being an experiment. "They'll never find me, so I am sure they will leave me be. I have too much to lose to let them find me."
"It was a good idea. It just doesn't work out for me is all." Not just Promullar, but tech in general has been really good to him. Whenever he hits low patches, they lift him up and help him vent his woes so he doesn't bottle it up. When he feels scared, they reassure him and always keep Vlad on speed dial in case they are unable to calm him down themselves. His back is always guarded, his brother is always protected, and his home is always a space of comfort. He wouldn't be where he is now without this computer like brain of his. "He is. He is my clone basically after all." Not that he's bragging this time. He just means that because he is like a copy of Prom, it makes him a really good companion. Prom doesn't have to explain his thoughts or feelings because they share them. Promullar already understands his struggles because he has the same memories.
"I couldn't turn down home made ice cream sandwiches now could I?" Especially not when he was actually impressed that she could make her own. Regardless of whether or not she makes her own ice cream, he feels like the breading is the hardest part of the recipe anyway.
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2024 11:25 am
 ◤Corαlyn Dubois◥
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Coralyn nodded firmly, agreeing whole heartedly that he should do exactly that, so long as he wasn't hurting anyone. "As you should." she signed, nodding proudly. Though she did hope that for his sake, and for the sake of his companions, he wouldn't ever be found. "I hope they never do then." she said, smiling with a little nod, as if she could possibly do anything about it but hope and pray for his safety. Maybe not post any pictures with him? Then again, she wasn't always posting things anyways, she liked saving pictures for herself as memories.
The woman nodded as she understood that the option wasn't really an option, but she hoped there was a way to fix that. Maybe tune them out enough for him to not feel any negative effects of it all. Alas, there was only so much she could suggest without trying to consult the internet for more ideas on that. She decided to drop it for now as she smiled and looked at the little robot in the basket, looking back at the man with a little nod. "Yes, but sometimes it seems like he has his own personality." she signed and chuckled at the thought, smiling back at the being and then at him. "Sassy but cute." she added, referring to it and the tiny tantrum from earlier.
"Nope, but if you like them and have any other sweet requests, feel free to let me know. I can drop them over or have you over anytime." she signed. Her loving baking for someone was an understatement, it was her love language and a big one. She could do it tirelessly all day if one just implied they were craving something or they liked something in particular. She was even willing to accommodate preferences, how else would one of her exes who hated chocolates even entertain them?
"I'll finish paying for these and we can go." she added, once she'd get her ice cream.
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Out.Of.Crembrule. Coralyn communicates by Signing and Typing
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2024 2:06 am
tab Location : Grocery Store | Company : Promullar and Coralyn | Mood : Intrigued | Residence : 1301 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Here | Occupation : Worker at Mushroom Kingdom | Status : Single | Voice Sample : Singing and Speaking | OOC : --
he does have to admit that sometimes when he interacts with Promullar, there have been some stark differences between them. He's shown some growth as an AI that separates him from Prom now. He really has become something of a third Titus brother. "Well I guess you may be right there. He had developed his own sense of self over time. I am sure that if I can get him a biological body, he will grow even further on his own." How to go about that is another matter entirely. He would need to find a host body with decent organs so that Prom can only replace what is needed with artificial pieces and implant Promullar's artificial brain in place of a human one. It is a lot of Frankensteining, and he doesn't exactly have any bodies lying around to use.
Hercules did some basic cooking and baking in the house, but nothing like gourmet ice cream. He wonders if he can ever coerce the man to learn so that they have something else to bond over. "You should be careful about giving me invitations like that. I might just take advantage of them to get free ice cream." But he doesn't stop her from grabbing the ingredient she wants, and proceeds to follow along with his own basket so she can get the things she needs.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2024 3:55 am
◤Corαlyn Dubois◥
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Coralyn finds herself raising her brow as she heard him speak of a biological body. Definitely sounded like the doctor of Frankenstein to even consider making the little guy human, but not something she'd be opposed to seeing - if done ethically. But was there really a way to ethically do something like this? "Would he grow as a child or would he have the same level of understanding as now?" she'd ask, mostly because she might have binged some odd movies in attempts to free her mind from the thoughts of her ex-partner.
Coralyn lets out a little chuckle at the man's words, sure she shouldn't be giving those invitations to people she barely knew either, but she was trying to kill some of that loneliness she wasn't as used to anymore thanks to Aaron's being around her. She didn't necessarily need physical intimacy either, just some company, someone to check in on her or require something from her, so...baking for someone even if it meant meeting them just to drop it off was something. It wasn't even a hassle with work since she loved doing it! Plus, more for her once she's done. "I don't think that would be much of a problem for me." she said as she filled her basket with the last of the things she needed. "You might get tired of the sweets though." she added, smiling to herself as she lead them to check their things out.
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Out.Of.Crembrule. Coralyn communicates by Signing and Typing
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2024 10:31 pm
tab Location : Grocery Store | Company : Promullar and Coralyn | Mood : Intrigued | Residence : 1301 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Here | Occupation : Worker at Mushroom Kingdom | Status : Single | Voice Sample : Singing and Speaking | OOC : --
"It will still be his own brain, just in a body with some biological and robotic pieces. He'll practically be a cyborg but instead of the metal on the outside, he'll just have some mechanical organs depending on what the body needs to function. Being an AI, he's always going to grow with the world." Something that can be done easily with a healer and expert medical professional like Seiji to help. Though he would ask Yasu for his help too, Yasu strictly specializes in anything to do with the brain specifically. He won't be much help when the brain isn't what Prom needs to replace.
"Herc has a sweet tooth and he can put away mountains of food without getting full or consequences. I am sure it will be okay." He's seen the man put away a dozen donuts when he was having a bad day and feeling down. He just sat with the man stuffing his face as they watched movies to try and lift his spirits. When she has everything, he follows her to the counter to check out and goes over his list again with Promullar to double check everything. If he forgot anything, he would never hear the end of it surely.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2024 11:57 am
◤Corαlyn Dubois◥
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"That sounds cool, do you think his cyborg body would be able to do some cool tricks like inspector gadget?" Clearly, movies and media was big on her consumption list besides sweets. Though, it was easier to help understand complicated things as such. She didn't know how he planned on finding a biological body, besides the thought of killing someone or maybe- some crazy experiment she might have witnessed only on a screen - she found it interesting and now humorous - the thought of it all. Though, it was clear that he was a lot smarter than he seemed, much more than she'd imagine though.
Coralyn's eyes widened as she looked amused by that. Now she wasn't too different with that, she didn't put on much to any fat on her with the amount of sweets she ate. Though seeing the women in her family, she knew there would be some change in her the moment there was a major hormonal change like childbirth- if it happened. While she did consider herself blessed, she did wish she had a little more meat where it mattered. "Sounds good." she signed with a bright toothy grin, getting her stuff checked out and waited for him before they could head over to her house.
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Depending on the amount they'd each have, she would suggest taking a cab over so they didn't melt the ice-cream or ruin their things. But even outside her house, she did feel a tad unease about having a visitor. It wasn't all bad, it was just that she was having someone home after a very long time - the last one was probably Aaron if she could even remember or people fixing things. But a real guest, this was new! For most of the way there, she did talk about things that didn't matter as much or anything that caught her mind but once there she did get a little quiet.
"I wasn't expecting guests, so excuse the mess." she signed as she unlocked the door to her home, letting him do what he pleased with his shoes and headed over to drop her things off on the kitchen island. The mess she was referring to could be some unwashed dishes and some things she had pulled out of their places to re-arrange for the nth time before settling on buying some more things. But still, nothing too bad that he wouldn't find a seat or the floor. "Is there anything you need to refrigerate?" she'd ask, setting the icecream in the freezer for good measure before grabbing the apron to do what she assured him she would.
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Out.Of.Crembrule. Coralyn communicates by Signing and Typing
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2025 10:42 pm
tab Location : Grocery Store -> Coralyn's home | Company : Promullar and Coralyn | Mood : Intrigued | Residence : 1301 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Here | Occupation : Worker at Mushroom Kingdom | Status : Single | Voice Sample : Singing and Speaking | OOC : --
He laughs, a more genuine laugh than he has done in a while. he's not sure why the inspector gadget comment threw him off, but it did in a great way. Would someone ever call him a version of that guy? he couldn't imagine having a body which has different gadgets built into it. "Well, considering the idea is to use a biological body for the most part, probably not. But I will take that into consideration." he could imagine a biological skin pocket lifting and opening to house something wouldn't really be good for the body's muscles and veins to function right. The idea was an amusing one however, and he will make sure to add that to his list of hilarious things to remember.
Considering the change of plans, he stored away his cellphone so that they could refer to the list of cold items for another time. Instead, he just made sure to buy the rest of his items and take Promullar with him. Sitting in the cab was an interesting experience since he doesn't always like to sit in enclosed spaces with people, but the idle chatter with her and Promullar was reassuring and helped him feel less like a caged animal.
When they arrived at her place, he gave the cab some cash for their ride, before he follows her towards the home itself. Though he did some exploring, he can't really say that he's done a whole lot of exploring around the Doux housing district. Somehow, it gave him the vibes of a place with older buildings. The electric currents which hummed around him spoke of older tech. "I see." His eyes glow yellow as the devices around him reach out to his computer brain, barely gracing him with whatever information they can give him. Even when he has stepped inside her home and removes his shoes at the entrance out of habit to not track in the dirt, his eyes are still glowing and he's looking around as if he's processing information being given. After she asks about refrigerated items, those golden eyes flick back to her and he shakes his head. "No, thank you."
His hand slides across the counter as his gaze falls on the coffee maker and he hums in thought. His eyes haven't stopped glowing since he got there, and Promullar in his arms also seems to have numbers from code running across its screen. "I'm sorry. I am just...weeding out information so I don't have them trying to make me look at it." His way of telling her that he's trying to respect her privacy while also doing his routine checks to make sure their safety is paramount.
His hand on the counter moves to the coffee machine, to give it a light tap as he sighs. "I don't need to know that. Shh." Finally, his eyes stop glowing, and he sighs as Promullar's screen returns to the digital eyes now looking tired. "The tech here really doesn't like your ex, just so you know. If that gives you any comfort at all." Half of the tech here was worried that the man would take them apart to use them for whatever machinery he was messing with. That makes Prom think back to the box of scraps she gave him prior, perhaps they had a reason to dislike him. "I promise I didn't look at anything scandalous." Though it was up to her again if she believed him or not.
He returns to the counter, doing his best to stay out of her way so she could move around her kitchen. It is something he always felt strange about, how he would know the layout of an entire home from the tech in the space. How it would make it seem like he could always find whatever he needed as if he's always been there. How he could know so much about a person he's just met based on what data he's given from even a light switch in a room. "I can either stay out of the way, or I can help if need be?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2025 10:24 am
◤Corαlyn Dubois◥
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Coralyn's ears perk up at the sound of his laughter, she liked hearing happy people, that was just how she was. She smiled, unsure if it was at her or at something she said, but she took it anyways and nodded. She did look a little flustered by how terribly she missed out that crucial detail but then again, she did warn him that she wasn't the most aware of such things.
With her suggestion to go home for some sweet treats, she felt a little happy she'd be hosting someone again, even if it was for a little bit to get some grub. She enjoyed it thoroughly and would pride herself on that when anyone visited, but she did get an earful before for being too trusting before. Prometheus, well, he didn't raise any flags for her, he was honest and she appreciated that - however crazy some of the things that left his mouth sounded like.
Thankful for him helping with the cab ride there, she lead him to her house and let him take his moment and look around or leave his things where he wanted to. She eased off her own shoes and walked around in her socks, noticing the lack of his shoes, she pointed to some slippers he could use should he please. Hopefully they'd fit him, she just had them from when she wanted to have more friends over and be accommodating to everyone's needs. Maybe another thing she needed to work on was that people pleasing thing she had going on. She nodded however and let him have his moment, glancing over curiously every now and then when she noticed how his eyes glowed.
Despite wanting to ask him about it or the many things he was processing in her house, she set her items on the counter and put on her apron to get to work. "What kind of information?" she signed curiously, wondering what could they be telling him. Hopefully not about her picking up a fallen cake from the floor and blowing on it to hopefully decontaminate it. Or walking around in her underwear when summers were at their peak. She brushed aside those thoughts but not before briefly staring off at her coffee machine or fridge, wondering what they'd say to her if they could be understood.
A small giggle escaped her when she saw him talking to her coffee machine, her smile softening a little when he brought her ex up. "Good to know they wont miss him." she said, almost bitter sweet while she brought out some of the ingredients and a mixer to speed things up. "What did you see?" she asked curiously, even if it wasn't scandalous or exciting, she wondered what they said.
Standing there now thinking for a moment, she pursed her lips a little and then reached over for the butter and handed him a spatula. "You can soften the butter if you'd like, or sit back and let me do it all while you tell me about what my tech has been telling you." she signed, smiling at her offer before she quickly rushed for her cupboard, like she was forgetting something important and set out a jar of feel good cookies she made not too long ago. "To snack on, if you want." she smiled, now floating around her kitchen to set things up and start making the cookie base for the icrecream cookie.
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Out.Of.Crembrule. Coralyn communicates by Signing and Typing
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2025 12:07 pm
tab Location : Coralyn's home | Company : Promullar and Coralyn | Mood : Unsure | Residence : 1301 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Here | Occupation : Worker at Mushroom Kingdom | Status : Single | Voice Sample : Singing and Speaking | OOC : --
After telling her that he is trying not to look at her personal information, his eyes may have looked down at the slippers he put on when she offered in a bit of shame. Though he's been in her company for a good bit now, he still has that automatic expectation that someone will be angry with him. Though his eyes are down, the light in the room sends him a feed of her signing in reply to him. He doesn't see anger in her expression, nor does her signing seem emotionally driven. When he looks up, her face shows her curiosity. It helps to reassure him that she's not upset.
That relief probably shows in his entire demeanor as his shoulders relax and his expression softens out of its guarded mode. "When I come into a place for the first time, they start with diagnostics for everything within the building. If something is damaged and needs my help. After that, they give me a layout of the entire place, like a blueprint. I can pinpoint where everything is placed in a home and where every room is." he says, voice getting quieter towards the end when he realizes that it could be a little on the creepy side for him to know every little bit of her home layout. Its why he was such a prolific mercenary for so long. No building, street, or highway is out of his reach. As long as electricity ran throughout it, he would know everything there was to know about it. "They do it for my safety. I've...run into some not so great people my entire life so they try to protect me by giving me potential exits and weapons I can utilize." Which would probably be just about everything in this home if he is to be honest.
He's glad for the attention to shift back over to Aaron, but he also chooses not to dwell on that one for too long. She doesn't need to know that he's already been told about any time the man had broken something apart in this place while it screamed out in a voice he would never hear. Unfortunately, him deciding not to touch that landmine, only catapulted him into another one. What he has seen. "Well...usually when they are done showing me the layout they..." he pauses, not really sure how to continue that. He's never really told anyone what he sees aside from the stuff they are usually worried about him seeing.
He takes the offer to help, accepting the spatula after he pulls off his jacket and lays it over the back of a chair. When there is an offer of a cookie as well, Promullar takes one from the jar and feeds it to Prom as the man works on softening the butter. While he chews, he considers what to say, letting the bits he knows he saw filter his vision again before he swallows. "I have seen you show your things with care. I have seen...laughter, kindness, pain, and someone giving life to their home. I see..." he stops, shutting his eyes as he recalls some of the things that flashed by. "Sunlight filtering through the kitchen window as coffee brews in the morning, cookies baking in the oven, freshly watered plants, and the shine of a cat's fur in the window as it lounges outside." His eyes open, and he returns to his task with a serene expression taking over the sadness that was there. "They don't just show me the people in a space. They show me the space in stillness when no one is here. What they see as the day goes by. The little details like when dust collects or the house breathes when the air conditioner turns on. They don't have a body, so maybe that is why they appreciate the things which change subtly around them that know one else sees."
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 10:48 am
◤Corαlyn Dubois◥
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Coralyn watched curiously when he didn't look at her, sensing some uncertainty in his voice and his demeanor, she didn't force him to look at her, despite that being necessary for them to communicate, she smiled a little when he looked back and tilted her head as she looked around and then back at him. Her expressions read awe while she tried to process that, now taking a few steps into her kitchen while her gaze remained plastered to the ceiling and the walls, like she'd somehow share his ability for a moment. "That is amazing." she said, clearly not thinking too hard on the worrisome aspects of it all, but amused if anything. "I would be so good at guessing where presents are hidden, or never loose anything." she said, smiling wide when she looked back. Though hearing his reasoning, she nodded her face trying to show a little seriousness as she now tried to count the exits like Aaron tried teaching her after the Halloween incident. "Well, I hope you're safe here, I like your company." she signed, setting things aside to get to work.
She looked up from her work now, carefully dusting in the dry ingredients in a bowl before she raised a curious brow. She wanted to tell him he didn't have to share if he wasn't comfortable, but with her hands occupied, she would only hope he could read her face or mind instead. Her ears perked up and with it a smile when he spoke, softening now as his words started to make her feel fuzzy and emotional. She could almost picture every moment he spoke of, and felt herself nearly tear up - nearly. She was working on that bit where a puppy on her lap could make her cry, not just because of her allergies. "That's beautiful." she signed to him, looking warmly over at any appliance in sight. "I hope they know how appreciated they are." she added and watched Promular there on the counter, "Oh gosh, now I'll really cry should something break down or need an upgrade." she said, now looking a little sad herself before she brushed it off and shifted to turn the oven on to preheat before she forgot about it.
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Out.Of.Crembrule. Coralyn communicates by Signing and Typing
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 6:15 pm
tab Location : Coralyn's home | Company : Promullar and Coralyn | Mood : Lonely and overwhelmed | Residence : 1301 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Here | Occupation : Worker at Mushroom Kingdom | Status : Single | Voice Sample : Singing and Speaking | OOC : --
He is quiet throughout her reactions. Not out of anger or debate over her honesty...but out of shock. He's gotten every reaction under the sun before except for this one. Pure amazement without any fear or ulterior motives. Both him and Promullar's robot body stop moving to look at her. Vladimir loved him, but even he once looked at Prom as though he had purpose because of what he could do, Yasu thought he was useful, but really didn't show much care for his abilities. His father, and his mother used him as a weapon. Every person he has ever met used him, or they didn't understand nor care for his abilities. Not even he liked them at some point. Its always looked at with disdain, as if it is a curse or a tool open to everyone around him. He's never...had someone view it as what he does now. A gift. As something beautiful.
His hands are still, no longer working on his task, as his eyes take on that glowing sheen again. But he's not tapping into her devices...no. Its the hive mind tapping into him, mixing their mutual feelings that neither of them can seem to process. He can't tell where his emotions end, and theirs begins. But he can feel a deep rooted longing, anguish, and joy welling up in his chest. Those feelings turn into tears spilling from his eyes as the wooden spoon cracks under his grip. The lights flicker and Promullar makes a noise of concern as Prom finally lets go of the breath he didn't realize he had been holding in.
"Stop please...its too much...I can't hear anything..." he begs, his hand dropping the wooden spoon onto the counter so he doesn't break it as he moves to clutch his ears. The flickering of the lights turns into devices turning on and off at random as the streetlights nearby start to flicker as well. "If you overload me, I'll hurt you again, please don't make me do that. I can't do that again..." he pleads with more tears dropping from his eyes, hoping that the hive mind friend of his will stop giving him too much information in fear that he might make something combust. He can barely handle his own loneliness, much less the loneliness of a being that was here all alone long before he was.
Finally, it all stops and he feels like he can breathe again. His scarred hands lift to rub at his face, trying to wipe away the tears from his eyes as he can feel the immense pressure in his chest subsiding. His eyes return to normal as the lights become stable again, and he's able to gain control over his senses once more. "Sorry Coralyn, I think that you shocked them into a crying fit and as their conduit I reflected that."
He does his best to recover from the intensity of it all, bracing himself by putting his hands on the counter as he took deep breaths. "We have never been seen as a gift. A weapon, a tool, or an inconvenience at best. Never a gift, and certainly never appreciated or beautiful. I love my gift, and my friend, dearly. It took me so long to see them as a gift and not my tool of misery. Having someone else feel that way about them, without really knowing them yourself, I don't know. It made us both feel...seen, and made them feel immense loneliness at the same time."
His hand rests on his throat again as he's fed more thoughts from the tech around him, softer than before. Assuring and consoling him while whispering apologies for overstepping and pulling him into the sea of emotions he can't control. He can't even look at her, eyes staring a hole into her counter even though he knows the lights and fridge will show him whatever she may be signing. Along with the rest of the emotions left behind swirling inside him, he feels the shame creeping in. He's ruined it. He's ruined everything. It's what he does. It plays in his head like a demented mantra over and over until his voice is hoarse when he finally speaks again. "When you look at my scars, you don't show pity, disgust, or guilt. I just see understanding. And when I see you do that, sometimes I wish you hadn't. I can take the other stuff, but I don't know what to do with that pain mirrored back at me." He doesn't know what to do with the images he did see of a kind soul suffering in silence alone, because they just remind him of his own suffering.
He takes a few minutes to calm down, letting the vestiges of pain and anguish roll off of him like he's shedding skin. If he continues to let the emotions stick to him, he won't get out of this state. It doesn't just make him cry and feel a little depressed when they overflow him. Its like a void in his chest that keeps getting bigger and bigger. Like he's being swallowed by the tide and can't come up for air or control it. This was why he hated them for so long when he was younger, why he has so many scars. Their relationship was far more toxic than now, where they did nothing but hurt and use one another. Now that guilt and shame is all his to feel, regardless of whether or not people looked at him that way.
"It is safe here. You are safe here, even from me, we both promise. I'm...sorry...we can go." Its the first thing he says to break his own silence, doing his best to return to the things she had said before his abilities took over and almost caused him to destroy the grid in the area. Though he's not really sure he can actually repair what he feels he already damaged by losing control. Every time he feels that he's made progress, he falls 100 steps back all over again. "I'm sorry."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2025 7:33 am
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Coralyn watched and started to feel a rush to her cheeks, looking around then pat at her face as if she asked him if there was something on it, or something he found offensive from what he said. The minor inconvenience of being watched like that made her look away, then back, before she bashfully asked now in sign. "Was it something I said?" she asked, briefly returning to her task as she hoped to make his trip worth his while. She did stop however in her trail when she noticed him looking...not himself, the glow returned and she started to display concern he teared up.
The woman carefully placed her things aside, wiped the flour off her hands and moved to his side. Concern written all over her face as she noticed things around them flickering while her hands moved but more chaotically like she didn't know what to do that could help him. She rushed to grab some tissues, some water or even her medical kit if she could help him with something, and returned to his side, pursing her lips in concern. "I'm sorry." she signed to him, tearing up herself as she was clearly worried by his reaction. "I'm sorry. Please don't hurt him." she signed as she looked around, hoping her devices that did this to him would clam down so he didn't hurt himself.
Wiping at her own tears now, she hesitantly reached for his back. She didn't mean to startle him by her touch or cross any boundaries he had, but she began stroking it in hopes he'd feel better. "I'm sure there are plenty, once they know you, they'll appreciate you for you." she signed, unsure if he could see her but sniffed and used her free hand to pull her phone out should typing into her screen make it easier if he didn't want to look at her. "I cant take away the lonely feeling, but if it makes a difference. I see you and I feel your pain. And if there's anything I can do to help, let me." she typed and slid it across the counter for him to see.
Times like these, she wished she could speak to at least assure him he would be fine, to make sure she was heard in her very valid concerns for him. She tried not to spiral into her own emotional hell as she saw him move his hand to his throat and quickly pushed the glass of water for him, staying put at his side and refusing to leave him there suffering. Guilt started to take over as she felt like she caused this with her honest response, but soon shifted to focus her attention on him when he spoke. Her eyes trailed to his scarred hands and her hand carefully reached for the one on the counter still. Her heart raced nervously, not wanting to make him recoil from her touch or offend him, but she reached for it and slipped her fingers past his palm to try and hold him. She hoped what her words lacked, her actions could show. The worry on her face and the concern with him, the hesitant attempt to help him out of the turmoil of emotions he felt with the gentle squeeze she gave him.
"Hey." she signed, trying to get his attention, moving her hands a little bolder now as she reached for his face. She cupped his cheeks gently and tried to make him face her, look at her while her brows knit a little to show she was angry. With tears welling up again, she shook her head firmly, swallowing the lump in her throat as she moved her hands away to sign. "Stay." she paused, taking in a deep breath and reached for his hand, using the free one to sign again. "Stay." squeezing it gently. "If its too much and you'd rather go home, then you can. I will help you back. But if you're trying to shut me out...then I would rather you stay." she said, easing her hand off of his now.
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Out.Of.Crembrule. Coralyn communicates by Signing and Typing
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2025 8:46 am
tab Location : Coralyn's home | Company : Promullar and Coralyn | Mood : Lonely and overwhelmed | Residence : 1301 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Here | Occupation : Worker at Mushroom Kingdom | Status : Single | Voice Sample : Singing and Speaking | OOC : --
He feels the shame consuming him, that feeling of him being filth in the presence of someone so clean not able to leave his head. He sees himself covered in blood and death, while people like her and his brother are pure and good. Being around people like them keep him human, but sometimes it also makes him worried his filth will spread to them like it did his Aunt and grandmother.
His body jolts when he feels the touch to his back, but he doesn't push her away or recoil from it. Instead he tries to use that point of contact to ground himself a little while he has it. It helps brace him for her next silent words. Even when he closes his eyes so he doesn't have to see it, her phone is sending every word she types to his brain. Making him see what she is saying so he doesn't recede into his shadows like he usually does when someone is trying to be there. "I can't. You can't. I'm not -" he pauses, throat feeling tight as he chokes up a little from the mental image of another person stained with blood for coming near him. "- helping me just gets people hurt." Like his grandmother and Aunt who lost their lives. Like his brother who was used by his mother and father to hurt Prom, like Seiji who he lied to and hurt in order to protect Vlad. Like Vlad, who was almost killed trying to track Prom down. Like all of the people he's killed, or has gotten killed just for being near him.
The hand touches his is surprising enough as it is, but she really outdoes herself with the face. He doesn't fight her or push away either time, letting her direct his head to look at her. He still can't look her in the eyes, still adverts his gaze to her forearm where she showed him her marks at the store. He still closes his eyes so he doesn't have to see, doesn't have to face her expression as tears, his own tears, roll down his face. It doesn't even matter though, even if he never looks, he's still being fed the image of her expression from Promullar who has been onlooking quietly.
His eyes open to watch her hands, keeping his gaze there to see how her fingers move to create her words. Stay. It is such a simple word, and yet it makes him feel a little sick to his stomach. Not because he is opposed despite his fears, but because the relief is a little too much with the tide water suffocating him right now. If feels like he's just sticking his hands into the void and ripping it open further to swallow himself whole. And yet, he still grabs her wrist gently when she tries to remove her hand. Still brings her hand back to his face so he can continue using her warmth, and the pulse under his thumb to ground him. When he finally looks at her, his hand moves hers to the scar on his neck while his other hand reaches for her markings, brushing the space with his thumb underneath the ruffles of her sleeve. When he finally speaks again, its soft like a whisper. "I wish sometimes, that I was half as strong as someone like you. Able to stay bright, even when there have been people who try to put out your light. I wish sometimes, that I still had mine." He feels like his father trampled his until there was nothing left, so he's always reaching out for someone else's to stay warm. He's already smothered the life out of so many lights trying to find the one that can handle his darkness.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2025 9:57 am
◤Corαlyn Dubois◥
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Feeling his body jolt from her touch, she hesitates for a moment, but lets it sit there, stroking his back gently as she tried to comfort him the best she knew how to. She typed, hoping he'd see since he refused to look at her, hoping that he'd notice her attempts and not delve further down the dark path he was headed. She shook her head as she heard his words, words which felt like lies he was feeding himself or the world did to keep him in the shadows. A small frown formed on her face while she heard him, wishing he could see her face right now so she could show him how absurd he was seeming. "Even if that was the case, they did it because they care about you. I won't be able to live with myself if I just sit back and watch you suffer." she typed with shaking hands, setting her phone down and slid it across again, hoping he'd shift his gaze just for a moment to see. But the anger slowly faded, replacing with concern and stroked his back, giving him a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, knowing too well how difficult it was to get out of this abyss.
Moving her hands moved to his face now, caressing it carefully and delicately like any force would break him. She directed his face to her successfully, but he still didn't look at her. She looked more than anything now and slowly wiped at his tears with her thumbs but didn't stop him from letting those emotions flow freely. Sometimes, it was best to let them all out. His tears did trigger her own though, but she refused to let them fall, trying to remain strong for him, for this moment to help him feel better. She took a moment to free her hand just so she could sign for him to stay. Not hide or let the emotions consume him, but stay and process them with some help.
Coralyn attempted to move her hands, but stopped when he held onto them, letting him use them to ground himself while her thumbs gently brushed off any stray tears. She tried welcoming his gaze with a warm smile, until it faltered a little when she felt his hands guide hers to her scars. Her breath hitched a little as her skin felt warm, goosebumps forming all over her skin as she felt one too many emotions. For a moment, she felt like she had no standing in trying to help him, when she couldn't help herself. She looked back at him, through the tightening in her chest, easing his grip on her and moved in for an embrace. She didn't know what to say that would make it right, but she remained close, hoping the silence and her embrace could fill the gap that the lack of her words did. "You are strong." she signed as she pulled back, hoping that didn't make him uncomfortable. "And even if you don't feel like it, or don't think you have a light of your own. I think you do and last I checked, you can't dictate how I feel about you." she signed with a little smile, moving in for another embrace despite any possible protests.
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Out.Of.Crembrule. Coralyn communicates by Signing and Typing
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2025 3:53 am
tab Location : Coralyn's home | Company : Promullar and Coralyn | Mood : Lonely and overwhelmed | Residence : 1301 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Here | Occupation : Worker at Mushroom Kingdom | Status : Single | Voice Sample : Singing and Speaking | OOC : --
It is situations like these which make him feel like he just isn't as strong as other people. Here the girl is, pushing through the hurt he can see in her face so she can console him during his. The first hug didn't get a reaction or return from him. If anything, he was afraid of breaking her if he touched her again. "You say that because you don't know the things I have done. I don't think there was ever a light in me worth saving." In his eyes, he has been this way since his father hit him with that bottle. An empty shell unsure of where to go and what to do.
He is still at first with the second hug, arms at his sides because of his fear. Fear of his filth spreading, of the blood on his hands dripping onto something so pure. "The only reason I am here, is because I just won't die." Not that he would try again now, despite the crushing feeling he gets most of the time. If he left the hive and Promullar alone to fend for themselves, he would never forgive himself. "My brother wouldn't have suffered if...I had never been made. So many people would still be alive." His grandmother would probably still be in her garden humming away, while his aunt read her romance novel in the sun. Maybe his father and mother would have had a happy life with Herc if he wasn't around. Without the goal of success within his grasp all the time, would his father have become a better man?
When his arms finally wrap around her, his hand on the back of her head, more tears spill from his eyes. No. He knows that there were so many people who were worse off without him. Marion, Yasu, Seiji, Mitsuru, Heisuke...Vlad. They were all able to escape their pain and situations because of his meddling. Marion had a friend who would always drink tea with her and treat her right, Yasu had someone who would keep his word to protect his fiancé even if it meant from himself, Seiji would have never gotten closure on his lost husband had Prom not given him the information he had. Mitsuru would have likely been put into the system had Prom not been snooping and looking through adoption records to find his brother. Heisuke's innocence wouldn't have ever been proven if Prom hadn't pulled up the evidence to clear his name, and Vlad...he would likely still be a soulless being killing anyone who crossed his path. Hercules...his dear sweet brother...if their father continued to be worthless even without Prom, who would have saved him from their father? From their mother? He wouldn't have a life. In fact, Prom could guarantee that Herc would have become the new project instead. All the people he has saved by taking out bad guys in his merc days, all the people he has met along the way. Where would they be if he was never there?
He doesn't want to die anymore. Even despite all the pain. Not when he has so many people who he would rather stay to protect. Maybe some day, like he told her before, he can look at himself and not see the blood staining his skin. Today he just needs to get through the tech overload which Sparta kicked him into this hole in the first place. "If there is one left in me...its so small now. Barely an ember to be reignited."
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