http://mal-addict.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mal-addict.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paradisalost2011-12-05 05:51 pm

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Who: Brock and Maladict
What: Utterly failing to find Joshua and being assaulted by fairies.
When: December 5th
Where: Out in the Paradisan wilderness, on the powered side.
Rating: Proobably no more than PG-13.



They'd been out for a couple of days now, trying to find a trail that wasn't even there. Still, it was better than sitting around waiting for someone in Peace Patrol to maybe possibly decide to do something about Joshua's escape. And really, Brock wasn't all that bad company to drag around on a search, Mal decided. He was significantly less irritating than most of the other residents.

But then the snow came, and following the trail became near impossible. Plus, in her limited experience of such things, she knew humans weren't all that great in cold weather. They were squishy and prone to hypothermia, and she was certain Brock would bitch all the way back to the castle if he started losing extremities. The vampire sighed, looking up at the sky, watching the flakes drift down.

"I doubt we're going to get anywhere now. Might was well call it a bad job and go back."

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-05 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that's right! Brock is the best not-completely-terrible, less-irritating-comparatively company you could hope for, Maladict. One of his many talents.

Another of these talents, as it so happens, is his ability to dress like a moron despite the obvious signs that winter was coming. Crazy Paradisa Winter, of course, means sudden snow and chill and all those things that squishy, hypothermia-prone humans Do Not Do Well with. And Brock is dressed in a denim jacket? Because he's a moron? A moron whose fashion sense still thinks he's in 1994, that kind of moron. But a moron nonetheless. Let me continue to stress how dumb Brock is.

Regardless of his incredible stupidity, or perhaps because of it, he spends a moment glaring up at the sky too.

"Goddammit. You're probably right," he said, then sighed, shifting the pack that was slung over his shoulder. "Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll freeze to death."

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-06 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
He is incredibly durable, that's why! One day he'll tell you how he survived in the vacuum of space, though that might not mean anything to her. Huh.

Brock just snorted and took the cape down to wear it normally, fastening it at his throat. "Maybe he'll get eaten by a bear or something," he replied, turning to follow her. Stay positive, Brock, that's the spirit!

"The leaves are all gone. That's weird thing number one already."

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-07 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
'Do they have bears here'; Oh Maladict, you don't even know. Brock sighed, rolling his eyes up to the sky. "Yeah ... apparently."

He just sort of eyed her as she messed around with the snow over there. Don't touch that, it could be full of stupid magic bullshit! You never know.

"Sure," he said, lighting up a cigarette as they walked, "and a lot of dumb stuff can happen before you know it, too."

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-09 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
What, do vampires hate bears or something? Because Brock hates when people bum his cigarettes! Wow, rude, Mal. He just rolls his eyes and lights another one.

"Yeah, you celebrate Hog ... something, right? I remember there are hogs," he said, demonstrating his tremendous cultural sensitivity.

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-09 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh gosh, that was Brock's concern about the bears, too! Truly they are the bestest of best friends, on the same wavelength and everything. Brock smoked as they walked too, shrugging in response to her little comment.

"I'm sharper than I look, what can I say," he said a little wryly. "They don't give just any idiot off the street a License to Kill, you know."

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-10 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
That ... was not the sort of question Brock ever wanted to hear from Maladict. Particularly when they were out in the middle of nowhere. Because middles-of-nowhere tended to have a distinct lack of coffee pots to use as projectiles, you see.

He stopped walking to look where she was indicating, squinting as well.

"Yeah ..."

Well, on the one hand at least she wasn't hallucinating. On the other, glowy floaty things usually weren't good. Particularly in Paradisa.

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-11 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
He could always try to actually you know what I'm not even going to touch that one. Too easy.

Brock continued to squint, also frowning. "Fireflies would die in this kind of weather," he said slowly. "They're not like ... pixies or something, are they? Fairies?"

He looked sidelong at Maladict at that, because obviously she should know this sort of thing. She was a vampire, don't all supernatural creatures instinctively know about each other?

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-11 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Brock is always handsome, that's when! Maladict is usually pretty attractive too, in that weird androgynous early David Bowie kind of way, but the way she's glaring at him makes her ... super hot? Or something? What is going on here, what is happen.

Brock blinked too. "Because, uh."

And then he stopped talking because what are words.

Useless, that's what words are, particularly in a situation like this. So Brock continued to not talk, and instead leaned down to press his mouth against Maladict's, holding the back of her head. Brock, this didn't turn out well the last time, what are you doing.

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Well, he and David Bowie hate each other, so ... it's not quite an insult? A weird compliment, to be sure. But he wasn't going to be voicing much of anything, really -- too busy kissin' on a vampire mouth right now, thank you!

Speaking of vampire mouths, this could actually end in a particularly horrible way, as Brock tended to be somewhat enthusiastic in his kissing. Case in point, he started using his tongue, and dear god Brock try not to cut yourself on her teeth please. Nobody wants that. Nobody.

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-13 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
That would be par for the course, anyway. Everything is always Brock's fault! He will get blamed for this, somehow. Just you wait.

Ha ha, whoa Maladict, settle down, that's too weird. Brock was used to kissing normal ladies, ladies that aren't stronger than him, which is not that difficult a feat since Brock had the whole professional wrestler's physique thing going for him. I mean he's crazy muscular, that's what I'm getting at.

But alas, the compromises one must make when kissing freaky vampire chicks.

So, what if Brock just started nudging her toward that tree over there, what if he decided that was a good idea? Maybe if he's got her leaned against something, she won't rip anything out of its socket.
Edited 2011-12-13 05:56 (UTC)

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-14 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
But ... kissing is great ...

It's not so great when Brock slowly started coming to the realization that something was off, though. Something was just weird, and not ... right ... about ...

Oh.

He abruptly let go of her and backed up about a yard, taking extra care to get out of arm's reach.

"Sorry."

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
Con - he was a really good kisser? Come on! That's got to count for something.

But Brock wasn't about to say this, since she seemed to be ... not murderous. Which was a definite plus, you see, as Brock quite enjoyed being among the living.

He followed her gaze, expression flat. "Yeah, no kidding," he said, and fished around for another couple of cigarettes. Lighting them both, he casually handed one over to Maladict. Nothing happened, this is normal!

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-16 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Let Tesla sulk! Let him sulk himself to death, no I'm just kidding, I don't think that's actually a thing that can happen. Brock still hates Tesla, though. Hates him so much.

Anyway, yes, not speaking of this ever again seems like a good idea. Brock still keeps his distance from her, though. You know, subtly. "You got any plans how to ride this bullshit out? Maybe we should start preparing safe rooms," he said.

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-17 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
It's what separates the men from the boys! Or the men from the women who sometimes pretend they are men, I guess in this case. Details.

Brock chuckled, and moved to place a friendly hand on Maladict's shoulder, but then ... thought better of it and just rubbed the back of his neck instead.

"Yeah, well. Look at it this way -- with the way this place operates, I'm sure someday it'll make us celebrate Hogswatch. Pigs everywhere ... whatever else happens on Hogswatch."

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-18 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
It's a Christmas miracle, Brock not getting punched ...

"Seems like it goes by majority," he said slowly, agreeing. Most people in Paradisa seemed to be from Earth, anyway. Maybe not the same Earth, but Earth nonetheless. "Well -- how do you celebrate it?"

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-19 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Brock listened, scratching his chin a little in thought as he followed her.

"You could probably get some people to celebrate with you," he said. "Like ... you know, whoever. Tesla or whoever else." He certainly wasn't suggesting that Brock himself would do it or anything, of course not! No, I'm lying, that's completely what he is suggesting. Because Brock is a big soft-hearted gentleman.

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-20 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
Maladict you are a true bro. Brock silently appreciated her discretion! He will slide right past thanking her though, because that would defeat the whole purpose.

"Maybe," he said, rolling his eyes upward to look at the sky as they walked. "It can be a Hogswatch miracle."

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-21 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
Brock wasn't totally keen on it being insinuated he is a child, but he just rolled his eyes again in response.

"Yeah, just make sure he stays out of my face and we should be alright," he said, though this was probably not 100% true.

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-22 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Guy's an ass," Brock replied immediately, shrugging.

After another second, he looked sidelong at Maladict, squinting suspiciously. "Wait, get used to each other why ..."

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-26 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Brock was, perhaps predictably, quiet for a sizable stretch of time after Maladict said that. Not that he was in horrible shock!!! or anything, but it was a little surprising. And he was having trouble actually piecing together what she'd said; Brock Samson was not all that great at personal relationships.

But he finally got it, finally, and just kept looking straight ahead, fighting the urge to gawk at her. "Uh. Since when?"

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2011-12-28 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
So generous, it's true. What a lovely vampire woman thing.

Brock continued to do this thing where he pretended he didn't utterly overlook what should have probably been glaringly obvious, particularly because he was so close to Maladict. And how they'd acted in the prison together ...

"Right, right," he said a little dismissively, like he'd just forgotten or something. "Of course."

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2012-01-01 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Brock rolled his eyes, scoffing. "What -- 'pretend'? Of course I know. Obvious."

This is Brock Samson-speak for 'yes please and thank you.'

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com 2012-01-02 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Brock just smirked at her sidelong, rolling his eyes a little, and continued on toward the castle. Vampires, man.