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Winter vocab in Irish ❄

geimhreadh: winter

sa gheimhreadh: in winter

Nollaig: December

Eanáir: January

Feabhra: February

fuar: cold

aimsir fhuar: cold weather

sioc: frost

gaoth: wind

báisteach: rain

sneachta: snow

fear sneachta: snowman

liathróid sneachta: snowball

oighear: ice

geansaí: jumper / sweater

cóta: coat

lámhainní: gloves

scairf: scarf

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poison-n-bones:

Acrid was pleased to hear that some people were so desperate to the point to look for aid from someone like Graham. Even more when most, if not all of them of his investigation were death end.

“Wot i can say, ain’t easy being this good at hushing people.”

Then Graham hit him with the question; he stood there for a moment, crossing his skeleton arms over his rib cage, the other set of arms hiding inside the coat mimicked what the first set of arms did. After other moment, Acrid give Graham a squint, well, trying to squint at least.

“If ya think that, ya wrong. Wot i do ain’t a game.“ Acrid said with a bit of malice in his tone. “But enough about lil ol’ me, what about ya, uh? My cards are on the table, it’s time to show me yers, ya can start with yer name.”

   A struck nerve, return of the question, & suddenly it felt like he was walking along a knife's edge. There was the regret.   There was another moment of hesitance as he again weighed his odds, but after a beat... 

  "Graham. I work in info 'n missin' persons."   A fake name was his usual choice, but this time taking that chance sat poorly in his gut. At least he could step around the specifics.   "I'm here on a job."   And plant a seed for an exit.

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Graham stood still as stone, stiff as the dead; a comparison that felt almost cruel to the sir, with what he was staring at. He had seen countless corpses, fake and real, throughout the years. Insides everywhere but, crime scenes in the making, even was the cause of some brutalities himself. In all his years, however, never had he seen them walk afterward.

Not the battered. No, they ran the best they could.

He meant the dead.

His head kept turned to his phone, body frozen in place like a still-life photo of a simple stranger minding his own business, but his eyes, wide and unblinking, were locked on the sight like losing it could mean life or death.

Maybe it would. It was hard to say, but walking bones could never be a good omen.

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-“You know, I genuinely don’t think this could get any fucking worse.”

And, how could it? How did Maxine even let herself end up like this? stranded in an alley, handcuffed to some brute who seemed to hate her just as much, if not more, than she hated him?

It was quite the sticky situation, but one she thought she could probably handle. Alone. But tied to this prick? She might just die here, lost in the worst part of a city she’s never been to, with a myriad of dangerous neighborhoods between her and safety…

  Graham, rubbing his temples with a palm blanketing over his eyes, couldn’t stop the quiet but exhausted groan in response to her complaints. His head was killing him. It was familiar, at least - drug induced - and It would pass in time, but not nearly soon enough with this child’s whining; a problem only worsened by the realization of their situation. One that made Graham want to brain himself. Any other time he would do what he always has: hunt down whoever tested their luck and remind them to not play games they aren’t ready to lose, but with this kid…

  His hand lowered slightly for a sharp blue eye to side-eye her irritably before sliding down to the handcuffs. A beat of thought, then the hand dropped from his face to snatch her wrist, lift it alongside his own, and pulled, his grip firmly around her cuff as he put the chain’s resolve to the test, though it only took some hard yanks for him to let it go.   His head dropped back against the wall to scowl up at the sky. Maybe if it were his hands alone that were cuffed he could do it, but with the kid in the mix? Between risking hurting her and the bad angle, it was too complicated to bother. Not with this headache. 

  “So who’d you piss off?” the Irishman finally asked, the query a deflated attempt at an alternative rather than curiosity.

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A twitch of Graham's face gives way to a grimace.

"Speak fer yerself. I don' kill people on purpose."

“Can a MF kill in peace?”

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"Part o' killin' is bein' a problem. Which'll ruin gettin' peace. T'ought you'd know that."

“Can a MF kill in peace?”

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[[ Just so y'all know, I'm still around and such, just been busy lately

Holidays, other projects, work... That sort of stuff

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poison-n-bones​:

“Seem fair.” Acrid says, before standing within arm’s reach in front of Graham.

“The name is Acrid, also know by the cops and gangs as “The reaper of the ghetto”.” He mimicked a bowing with a removing of the hat gesture. “Cheesy name if ya think about it, but humans like givin’ “impact” to murders and “evil” characters.”

After half answering, Acrid pop up his quills, oozing with poison, rattling them like a rattling snake: He retracted them back like it was a natural thing for an undead to do.

“As for the why, i kill for pure hatred for human kind!”

  Unfortunately, that was not an unfamiliar title.   Whether the familiarity was reassuring or not, however, was something Graham didn't want to dwell on.   As for his reasoning... So far, if this guy was anything positive, he was honest.

  Graham's frown curdled somewhat. "I was hired t’ find ye once." he admitted. "Brought one guy in fer questionin’, anot’er as the culprit. Any other jobs I got called fer were dead ends. ...Guess this explains why I never found ya."   The tall man's arms crossed as he now gave the creature another once over; a subconscious gesture as he settled in place as he recalled and chewed on the memories and new information. By no means relaxed, but contemplative. Guarded.   “So’s all fer fun? Got nothin’ better tae do?” It was a pinch late to take back the rude wording, though confidence in his level tone delivering the question kept regret at bay.

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❥     𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

   He didn't like the wording, but from the old man it almost felt playful compared to how such a warning is normally dealt. No malice in sight, no secrets in those eyes.    Supposedly. The black & red colors of them certainly said otherwise to the leery wanderer. The old man was right, however, & as Graham stepped further inside he took off his heavy, soaked coat & glanced around -- a fast scan that quickly settled back on the old man to observe him carefully.

   “Ya normally bring strangers into yer home?" he questioned, his tone not quite cold, but calm & monotone. He had no problem with his suspicion being known. If this guy had any wits about him, he would know how dangerous such blind trust must be.

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❥     𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

   Graham, standing there with his small notebook in hand and a partially turned page pinched by the other, had gone completely still at the sight of the other. He had gone to the woods to look for something when he found the giant.   Calm and collected as always, but, with the most genuine, unregulated, and clear honesty across the elder's mug, he had no idea what it even could look like other than a giant man in the woods. Which was alarming and questionable enough.

  “... T’en…what?" It was the best thing he could think to say. Silence felt it would do little good here. Not with an unsettled, literal giant.

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poison-n-bones​:

Acrid walked slowly towards Graham, he was curious about this new fellow he just meet. Graham seemed scare of him, the way he was stiff like stone and the quick answers give it away quite easily.

“Ya, know… if ya were a human, ya would be dead about now.” Acrid tilted his skull to the side. the movement made by the neck was followed by a sharp cracking noise. “Slowly,” He tilted the skull to the other side. “Gently; This is how i take their life away. But ya, ya ain’t human.”

“Ya got a name, lad?” Acrid asked with his cold toned voice.

  Graham's very breaths came to an immediate halt.   It knew.

  Before, the man's delayed reply was caution. Now, despite barely a shift in his stance and stare, it was different. He was hesitating.

  A breath, then a right of his posture as he finally put his phone away and looked directly at the stranger, recomposed and sturdy.   "Don't see why I'd share it wit' someone that’s confessed tae murder." There was no use hiding his suspicion, not with how his last resort was already known. Graham's eyes narrowed slightly under a knotting brow. "But I'm feelin' due fer some answers on who you are first.”

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freljord-le​:

As Graham made that left turn, he felt something that made his heart sink in his chest. The prosthetic hand that was holding his suddenly jolted, before going limp in his hold. As he looked down to it, he’d be met with the sight of just the prosthetic still holding onto him, but Demi wasn’t attached anymore.

The fact that her prosthetic could just pop off had been an amusing joke before, but not this time, as he had to scan the crowd behind him to try and spot his small companion. 

Thankfully, the bright blue fabric of her hood was a unique color, and he could spot her being pulled along the other way by a slender man who was able to move through the crowd rather easily despite pulling Demi with him.

    The sight of the lone arm was like a sick joke. A sight that made his stomach cave and blood run cold, and without a single blink his eyes darted to the crowd behind him. It was not hard to catch the blue head and, with that marker, the one it trailed.       They were fast, but unfortunately, the fear twisting into a hellish hate was far, far faster, and before he knew it he had practically burst out of the crowd like a bat out of hell.

    He barely remembered moving. Barely remembered breaking out into a full run down the bike lane where no crowd was in his way and even less care for whoever suffered the impact of his eventual reentry, shouldering back into the crowd with his full weight to intercept once even remotely ahead or caught up with them.       A dense arm lunged into sight to snatch whoever it hit first – Demi or the stranger – in a vice grip, hurling forward like a threat more than any savior.       This will NOT happen again.

“ Don’t panic, but I’m pretty sure we’re being followed.”

❥     𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

   "I should be sayin' that to you."

  His voice was level and low, eyes set dead ahead with a knotted brow and a focused stare. Normally the broker was highly attentive to the people around him; how long they were around for, how frequently they looked at him, how they reacted if he stared back... It was part of his job to be so careful, with how he handles said job. But this time, lost in the euphoria of chatting with a familiar, friendly face after her shift, he forgot he wasn't in the comfort of a closed and private space anymore. He was outside. They were both outside.

  His hand slid from his pocket to hang loosely by his side, but did not touch Demi -- not yet -- as he calmly turned into a passing alley with no other warning than an equally calm and level: "C'mon."   Once further in the empty alley, he spoke quickly and quietly:   "We're goin' to the train 'n then I'll take ye home."   There. Easy plan to start. There was a train stop not terribly far from here, they just had to get there before their worry was proven right.   Graham glanced down at the girl, a tinge of guilt setting in upon seeing her face. She didn't deserve to be wrapped up in this.   "... Didja get anot'er admirer 'r piss someone off?" An honest effort at a jest, even pushing the faintest of smirks on his face in an attempt to crack the tension. He didn't like that a problem might have arose so soon.

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freljord-le​:

Her hand did slide to hold his properly, not wanting to look like he was dragging her around in case anyone else in the crowd got nosey. “I feel like that’d just make us stand out even more…” She admitted, pressing herself against his side as the crowd got more condensed. She did use her short height to try and glance over her shoulder to see who was following them, but unfortunately the crowd worked both ways. Whoever was following them could blend in much more easily if she didn’t know them.  Her gaze shifted back up to Graham, feeling bad that he had to worry about her with all of this. She knew he was still beating himself up over what had happened to her arm, and that made her prosthetic fingers grip his hand a little tighter.

     He returned the small squeeze, the feeling of the hard prosthetic a sore reminder of past mistakes. Cold and bloodless. A fix for what was lost because of him.      Graham's brow knotted tightly, eyes trained forward. Now was not the time. It was cold and bloodless, but not lifeless. She was still here. That's what mattered.

    "I stick out anyway." he reminded. A quick blink and slight turn of his head brought his gaze to her. "Blendin’ in doesn't matter if they can't keep up." His attention returned forward. They were nearing the end of the sidewalk, leading into a left turn. "And I can climb if you can hold on."

“ Don’t panic, but I’m pretty sure we’re being followed.”

❥     𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

   "I should be sayin' that to you."

  His voice was level and low, eyes set dead ahead with a knotted brow and a focused stare. Normally the broker was highly attentive to the people around him; how long they were around for, how frequently they looked at him, how they reacted if he stared back... It was part of his job to be so careful, with how he handles said job. But this time, lost in the euphoria of chatting with a familiar, friendly face after her shift, he forgot he wasn't in the comfort of a closed and private space anymore. He was outside. They were both outside.

  His hand slid from his pocket to hang loosely by his side, but did not touch Demi -- not yet -- as he calmly turned into a passing alley with no other warning than an equally calm and level: "C'mon."   Once further in the empty alley, he spoke quickly and quietly:   "We're goin' to the train 'n then I'll take ye home."   There. Easy plan to start. There was a train stop not terribly far from here, they just had to get there before their worry was proven right.   Graham glanced down at the girl, a tinge of guilt setting in upon seeing her face. She didn't deserve to be wrapped up in this.   "... Didja get anot'er admirer 'r piss someone off?" An honest effort at a jest, even pushing the faintest of smirks on his face in an attempt to crack the tension. He didn't like that a problem might have arose so soon.

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poison-n-bones​:

It was another normal night for Acrid, nothing out of the ordinary besides some mindlessly murders on his part and looking for a place with no people nearby.

The green flames of the undead gazed on someone who saw him walking around, they looked like a human and like most of his victim they where frozen in fear. But this one was… different, besides his humanoid look they had something supernatural.

“Ya sure like walkin’ late at night don’t cha?” Acrid said, pulling out one of his skeletal hand from the pocket of the old coat and point at them nonchalantly. “Yer lookin’ like ya shat yersef. If ya need a chang’ there is some clothes in the gheeto, but they are stained with blood.” He said, laughing softly with malice.

    Instinctively Graham's finger twitched to turned off his phone's screen, not an inch of him moving otherwise. It was talking. It was aware. Pointing directly at him and talking about blood stains on a dark laugh.

    It took him a moment to answer, but when he did, it might as well have been from a statue: flat, level, and from a body still a stone.     "Night's when it's quiet." he replied simply. "... And I don't look good in red."     There was no ignoring the thing. Ignoring could be a risk. Talking could be equally dangerous, but less...offensive. Maybe he could find an opening as they continued, but aside from that, the most he could do now was be as benign as possible.