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Ikkaku-of-heart:

The Miskatonic Ferry chugged smoothly up the river towards Arkham, as it had done for decades. Standing on the deck, the collar of an old blue coat flipped up to shield her face from anyone who might feel the urge to do more than glance at her, Ikkaku read over Herbert's letter for the third time in the last hour. Mostly to keep herself busy and more specifically look busy so fewer people would be tempted to bother her. It had been a few years since she'd left Joras, but not so long that her face would have been forgotten. Especially considering how she now had a wanted poster to remind them.

Coming back to her home island was typically at the bottom of her list of things she ever wanted to do. Even for a short visit. But Herbert was her friend, and she needed...well, not a vacation, but a place away from the Tang to sort out her head.

She'd been messing up lately. Making mistakes no matter how hard she tried, which she couldn't afford as the ship's mechanic. Screw ups from her could be deadly for the whole crew. Part of her knew it had to do with the lack of sleep she'd been getting lately. Nightmares had been haunting her far more than usual, and even sedatives and naps with Bepo hadn't been able to keep them at bay. So, Law had ordered her to step back and get her head straight. He had big plans and while he loved his engineer, he needed her to be at her best if he wanted them to succeed.

Then Herbert's letter arrived, and the timing made her suspicious. Gramps always told her that the Creator Turtle always found a way to get him to wherever He needed to send his Light Keepers, so this felt like it could very well be such a situation. And that was the case here, hopefully once it was over, she'd be able to come back to the Hearts fresh and ready to start their next adventure.

The ferry came to a halt, and Ikkaku didn't hesitate to get off of the steamboat. The sooner she found Herbert, the sooner all of this could be over. And she did enjoy his company, odd as he was. It was nice to have a friend who understood some of her cultural oddities, even if he was more of a fan of the island than she was.

Peering out over the crowd, Ikkaku recognized the short, spectacled doctor off by one of the fountains. Rushing over, she engulfed him in a hug. "Been a while, Herbert," she said with a tired grin. "What do you say we go somewhere drier where you can fill me in on these findings without the risk of someone recognizing a wanted pirate, eh?"

Herbert looked at his watch as he waited for Ikkaku's boat to arrive. Dark clouds shifted up in the skies above, casting the island in its usual gloom. There was a bit more thickness to the air today though. Rain, perhaps? Annoying but expected. With any luck, the weather would hold off until Ikkaku arrived. He could hear the steamboat at the harbor now.

His wait was not long. A fact he was grateful for. The throng of people standing around, even if not too close to him, were feeling far too in his personal space. His normally collected wits were starting to feel a little frayed. He couldn't fight the relief that filled him as he saw a flash of yellow in the crowd. The sudden contact of the woman's embrace startled an undignified sound out of the doctor. It took a moment to compose himself again. His arms hesitantly returning Ikkaku's hug. "It- is good to have you here."

One hand patted her back. The movement awkward and a bit stuttering. He straightened up and pulled back slightly. Hands fixing his coat as he floundered with what other action to take. He settled his glasses more expertly on his nose before offering Ikkaku a small but genuine smile.

"I believe that my home would suit both our needs greatly." He motioned away from the over-populated fountain area. "I've taken the liberty of getting a few of the treats you enjoy from one of the coastal bakeries."

Herbert reached under his coat and pulled out an umbrella. He opened it and handed it to his friend. While he was sure neither of them was truly bothered by the rain, it would be nice to avoid. Allowing Ikkaku to hide under the umbrella was just an added bonus. "I am also eager to show you my findings. I have stumbled upon something that perhaps will lure your interest."

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Working Holiday

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Herbert was a very private person. He kept to himself. Everyone knew it. And they quite preferred that he was not a sociable person. Just about any person that met him wanted to get as far away from him as possible in a timely manner. It was a trait of people that Herbert actually enjoyed. A lack of bothersome fools made it easier to do his work.

But what was truly bothersome was the occasional twinge of deep-seated loneliness that followed such a life of solitude. It didn't hit often, but when it did, it often left Herbert winded and nauseous. It was a cursed sensation he was literally unable to remove himself. That need of others only ever added to the queasy feeling gripping his stomach.

In recent times though, there had been a palatable cure: a visit from Ikkaku.

Herbert grumbled as he pushed his glasses up into his hair before rubbing his eyes. He sat at the desk in his basement lab. Water-stained tomes and dozens of pages of notes lay scattered out before him. Below these items lay a map of Arkham and the surrounding land that corralled it in. Notes scribbled in doctor chicken-scratch lay scattered about various sections of the map.

He looked to the right side of the table. There was a smaller map, an interior map, laying near the corner. It was old and tattered, long forgotten by many Arkham citizens who lay blissfully unaware in their silver-guarded homes.

Herbert scoffed and slipped his glassed back into place before he grabbed his notepad. Taking a breath, he slowed his hand as he wrote. In clear script, he addressed the letter to Ikkaku. He looked at the map on the table again before returning to his letter:

Ikkaku, I am sure that you are in favorable health. I have stumbled upon a discovery of possible interest to us both. I must admit that I would appreciative of having your insight on my findings. Should your situation not be dire or overly taxing, I suggest that perhaps it would be a benefit for you to return home for a short time. ,Herbert

He reread the letter once before grabbing an envelope. Instructions for delivery were written on the front before he stood and went to deliver it to the mail service.

It still confounded him how mail birds could always find the proper pirates but the bumbling World Government never could.

There was a lack of logic to their world made Herbert's head ache.

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              i will 𝕟𝕠𝕥 be defeated by something as ɪɴsɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀɴᴛ as 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

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||| чσur approval means 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 to me

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Herbert West (Bride of Re-animator 1989)

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       hoping noone notices my thoughts are 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖              ł know ₮ⱧɆɎ know ₩Ɇ know that sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ

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Chasing Flames (One Piece Verse)

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The loss of a human life was never something to be celebrated. It was tragedy. Death makes humans do foolish things. It cause them to make choices that are wrong, choices they would not normally find themselves making.

Still, when something or someone was dead and gone, that should be the end of it. Dead things are better off staying dead. This pain enough with the loss of a life. And only more pain to be found should the natural course of life find itself disrupted.

But in a cursed city like Arkham, many things had a bad habit of being disrupted. Things were never quite what they should be. Dark happenings tainted the town. Cold whisper filled the filthy shadows. And rumors made their way through the coldest nights since the Morgue Massacre that took place in the morgue of Miskatonic University Hospital all those months ago.

Frightened whisper about dead men walking.

Herbert West scoffed at their foolishness. Grown adults cowering away from shadows. It was ridiculous.

--z--

Everyday, more and more weird news reached the Revolutionary Army. Most of it was about concerning situations caused by the World Government. The political sphere was always doing more harm than good. People were dying and it wasn't just pirates doing the killing.

But the Goverment's crimes against humanity were not the only stories that came to the Revolutionaries. Strange happenings were also kept track of.

A rookie Relolutionary gripped a report tightly in his hand. He hurried around the desks over to where the officers were gathered. He made a line straight to Sabo. "Sir! We just caught word of some concerning events on an island named Joras. There's reports of living corpses in the capital city."

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Indie Robert Montague Renfield (2023) RP Blog Semi-selective | 18+ Only | Trigger Heavy Scribed by Zaira

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Arkham Horror Illustrations by Mark Molnar

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Mausoleum by the-o

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                           only 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 can release us from this ɱιʂҽɾყ

                        ( or ｔｈｅｉｒ death, i suppose )

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Reblog if your muse has gone more than three (3) days without sleep…

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                                     morality is ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ

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