02-06-2020, 05:36 PM
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AURUM
DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !
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Aurum could still remember the flames that had claimed Beck's old home quite vividly. It wasn't really that hard to recall yet, considering it had happened fairly recently, but things still just felt so fresh and detailed in the lion's mind. Perhaps it was because of how brightly the flames burned, licking savagely into the sky and consuming everything in their path, even as the proxy had tried in vain to calm them. He had been so desperate then. So determined to make sure that Beck was alright and that he wouldn't lose one of the only things that he still had to his name in not only the form of his home, but also in Audrey III. He and Beck had never exactly had a close relationship, or even an amicable one, really. The ghost always seemed vaguely uncomfortable in his presence, especially after the whole incident that had ended in Aurum retaining only one azure colored eye. It was as if the other expected him to take revenge, bloody and cruelly, for the injuries that had been inflicted upon him. While that might've been true had Beck been some bastard Pittian who had ripped his eye out for fun, the angel saw no reason to seek vengeance upon the boy. After all, it wasn't as if he had been in the best place at the time. Still, despite the cold and often uncomfortable air that hung between them at most times, Aurum hadn't wanted Beck to lose everything. He only wished that he could've done more, even though he knew he realistically couldn't. The flames had already been too powerful by the time he had arrived, after all.
After the fire, Aurum had wholly expected Beck to just... vanish. Even before the tragic incident, Beck had become a sort of shadow within the group, mentioned only in reminiscing or on the occasional soft breath of Selby's words. It was a bit silly, to think of a literal ghost as a ghost within his own home, but it seemed disturbingly accurate for how Beck had lingered around his houseboat, seemingly speaking only to Selby. The proxy had figured that things would only grow worse after the fire, with the founder of the group choosing to hide himself away wherever he could find, perhaps within the ruins of his wrecked former hideout. Thankfully, it seemed as though that wouldn't be the case. Selby was honestly a godsend when it came to Beck, the sawbone seemingly the only one who could really get through to the ghostly feline, at least now that certain people were gone – like Red, Aurum's heart ached. It wouldn't have surprised the lion even slightly to learn that Beck getting out there was Selby's idea, but that didn't make it any less an effort on Beck's part. The proxy almost would've been proud, if it weren't for the fact that Beck would probably just scowl and gag at the mere thought of the angel expressing such a thing.
There was a moment of hesitation from Aurum when he spotted Beck, the other remaining rigidly in place where he was sitting. The feline had spoken, his voice rough and his words forced but seemingly determined. It made the angel want to go over and comfort him, let him know that he was doing a good job, or something along those lines. However, he held himself back, knowing it would just end in disastrous results. If Beck was going to get praise from anybody, Aurum would just leave it to Selby, knowing that the boy would be far happier with that. Even as he resisted the urge to move over and mother hen Beck like he did with so many others, he still found himself padding over for other reasons instead. After all, Beck had asked if anybody wanted to hear a joke, and while Aurum hadn't exactly been begging for such a thing beforehand, he didn't want to leave the kid hanging. Stubbornly ignoring the usual stagnant and uncomfortable air that tended to happen when he and Beck were in the same place, the proxy settled a few paces away, just far enough to give the ghost plenty of space. He then spoke, a soft and toothy smile on his face as he tucked his wings in close to his spine, as if trying to make them vanish, "I wouldn't mind hearing a joke if you've got one for me, Beck."
Hopefully, others would arrived quickly as well, so that it wouldn't just be the two of them sitting there. Not only so that Beck could flex his comedy chops for everyone, but also so that neither of them had to focus directly on each other. Aurum found himself pointedly wishing that Beck had inflicted some kind of wound upon him that was easier to hide than a lost eye, since it would be much nicer to not draw attention to it just by looking at things.
After the fire, Aurum had wholly expected Beck to just... vanish. Even before the tragic incident, Beck had become a sort of shadow within the group, mentioned only in reminiscing or on the occasional soft breath of Selby's words. It was a bit silly, to think of a literal ghost as a ghost within his own home, but it seemed disturbingly accurate for how Beck had lingered around his houseboat, seemingly speaking only to Selby. The proxy had figured that things would only grow worse after the fire, with the founder of the group choosing to hide himself away wherever he could find, perhaps within the ruins of his wrecked former hideout. Thankfully, it seemed as though that wouldn't be the case. Selby was honestly a godsend when it came to Beck, the sawbone seemingly the only one who could really get through to the ghostly feline, at least now that certain people were gone – like Red, Aurum's heart ached. It wouldn't have surprised the lion even slightly to learn that Beck getting out there was Selby's idea, but that didn't make it any less an effort on Beck's part. The proxy almost would've been proud, if it weren't for the fact that Beck would probably just scowl and gag at the mere thought of the angel expressing such a thing.
There was a moment of hesitation from Aurum when he spotted Beck, the other remaining rigidly in place where he was sitting. The feline had spoken, his voice rough and his words forced but seemingly determined. It made the angel want to go over and comfort him, let him know that he was doing a good job, or something along those lines. However, he held himself back, knowing it would just end in disastrous results. If Beck was going to get praise from anybody, Aurum would just leave it to Selby, knowing that the boy would be far happier with that. Even as he resisted the urge to move over and mother hen Beck like he did with so many others, he still found himself padding over for other reasons instead. After all, Beck had asked if anybody wanted to hear a joke, and while Aurum hadn't exactly been begging for such a thing beforehand, he didn't want to leave the kid hanging. Stubbornly ignoring the usual stagnant and uncomfortable air that tended to happen when he and Beck were in the same place, the proxy settled a few paces away, just far enough to give the ghost plenty of space. He then spoke, a soft and toothy smile on his face as he tucked his wings in close to his spine, as if trying to make them vanish, "I wouldn't mind hearing a joke if you've got one for me, Beck."
Hopefully, others would arrived quickly as well, so that it wouldn't just be the two of them sitting there. Not only so that Beck could flex his comedy chops for everyone, but also so that neither of them had to focus directly on each other. Aurum found himself pointedly wishing that Beck had inflicted some kind of wound upon him that was easier to hide than a lost eye, since it would be much nicer to not draw attention to it just by looking at things.
━ I'M GONNA WIN.┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━
— Reggan