"Shit…"

While that’s the only word that escapes Russell’s lips when this thought occurs to him, his mind starts to race a little with thoughts of failure. 

I’m gonna be twenty-two in two weeks… and I’m still a pathetic piece of crap who still imposes on people and annoys others, and needs to get their own place, and needs to get a home for Misty, and needs to fucking stop being a coward…and really needs to get his life together… ah well… if I need an excuse to drink until I respawn, that’s the best one I’ve got so far…

Trying to ignore any more self-deprecating thoughts that try to invade his mind, he continues with his target practice.

Out of nowhere the air grew chilly behind Russell and he could hear someone or something hum a tune.

deaths-guardian:

politescoutrussell:

Usually, in a snowy place like Coldfront, a chill in the air is nothing unusual to him.

But this felt different…

He can’t place his finger on why. Was it the sudden arrival of it? Was it the fact it seemed colder than the rest of the air around him? Was it that humming?! Why hadn’t he noticed that before?

"Who’s there?!" his first instincts tell him that a spy is on his back, trying to get the drop on him, and he pulls his Winger out as he turns around, stepping back so he could clearly see whoever this was.

The beast smiled humbled. “No need to thank me, Russell. It’s my duty and I will always fulfill them til the day I am terminated.” It said before it had a look around. “Death’s gaze often is here. Many Guardians roam these halls unseen by everyone.” It’s gaze grew pondering a moment. “Except for me.” With a smile the beasts eyes came back to the scout. “I always wonder why, but I don’t mind.”

"Well, ehehe, it’s a good thing to do, I think, even if it is a job, and I still appreciate it, ehehe…" he rubbed the back of his neck. 

"Ehe… well, it can get a bit violent around here…" he suggested, trying not to admit the very real possibility that it could be the fact that people died here almost regularly, only to respawn without any lasting damage.

"Ehe, wow, sounds like there are a lot of yas.." he said then, looking down to tug at his sleeves for a moment, "I guess it helps though, you know, lightening the load I mean…ehehe.."

"Huh… that is kinda odd," he admitted then, "Maybe it’s just one of those things. Like why is the sky blue? Or something… ehe…"

egon-entlufter started following you

reiner-reininger:

This was where he decided to keep his tongue. He couldn’t have known what Russell was thinking, but it didn’t matter as much as this lesson did. He could at least prioritize with only a brief smile that was all there in return to his comment. He didn’t know what was in his head, but it was clear enough he wasn’t for vocalizing.

He nodded to his words, then held the gun straight in front of his chest with a firm grip - not quite sure where to stare down until his muscle memory left in his eyes recognized where they should lay and he adjusted to the cans a little stiffly, like a batter trying to refind his grip and swing all at once with a month out for injury leave.

"Take the shot?"

He would let Russell lead this.

At least he didn’t have to admit that he hadn’t really understood what the medic had said, even if it did sound clever and like it was a good thought to have.

Perhaps he would just have to think about it later; perhaps the meaning would come to him then.

But for now, he had a little lesson to teach this guy, even if he wasn’t exactly sure if he was such a good choice for the job. He would have to do for now, no one else was around.

He couldn’t help but let a small confident smile cross his lips on seeing that the medic seemed to be remembering things about how to aim; he wouldn;t have known how to put that into words.

He decided to step back for a moment or so, just to be certain that that he was giving the doctor plenty of room.

"Yeah, do it," he replied then, satisfied that the position the guy was in would be optimal.

albanianheavy said: 

[my condolences. I am sorry for your loss, that is honestly dreadful! :(]

((I appreciate your kindness. I have managed to get past the initial shock now. I’m still not used to her being gone though. I’m just trying to get back to what I usually do for the moment, seeing if that will help.

But I just try to tell myself that she had a good long life with us (especially for a rescued runt that was very sickly at nine months) and whatever health problems that might have been bothering her won’t ever do so again.))

I’m really sorry about this. But replies I owe could take a little time. I am so sorry but I’m not really in the best mindset right now.

Our cat Betty, who has been in our family since I was five, passed away today at the age of seventeen.

She was old, and wasn’t in the best of health anymore. But it still is a horrible thing for us. She was here for so long, and now she’s gone. It just feels so awful right now. I’m already tearing up again typing this. I just can’t believe she’s gone.

As I said, I am so sorry to do this, but I just can’t really do much else.

Out of nowhere the air grew chilly behind Russell and he could hear someone or something hum a tune.

deaths-guardian:

politescoutrussell:

Usually, in a snowy place like Coldfront, a chill in the air is nothing unusual to him.

But this felt different…

He can’t place his finger on why. Was it the sudden arrival of it? Was it the fact it seemed colder than the rest of the air around him? Was it that humming?! Why hadn’t he noticed that before?

"Who’s there?!" his first instincts tell him that a spy is on his back, trying to get the drop on him, and he pulls his Winger out as he turns around, stepping back so he could clearly see whoever this was.

The beast nodded softly. “I see.” It mutered as it took a moment to think. “Usually the living can not see me. Only lately that has changed. I’m trying to find out why.” It told the Scout.

"Anyway." It smiled. "If you can see me I should probably introduce myself. You can call me Froststag if you wish and I am a servant of Death here to guard you while my master’s gaze is upon you." It said with a bow of it’s head.

Russell only stood there, still an awkward aura in his stance. He still couldn’t help but wonder if this was some kind of dream or hallucination brought on by a lack of sleep.

It was something he often wondered.

"Well, uh, ehehe…" he rubbed the back the back of his neck, "I wouldn’t know either… sorry about that… ehe…"

Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to bring up that he died almost every day, just like everyone else in the industries.

"Um, ehe, nice to meetcha, Froststag…" well, it fit the animal’s appearance, as difficult as it was to say at first, "Um… I see… that’s quite nice of you then, ehe, thanks…"

Out of nowhere the air grew chilly behind Russell and he could hear someone or something hum a tune.

deaths-guardian:

politescoutrussell:

Usually, in a snowy place like Coldfront, a chill in the air is nothing unusual to him.

But this felt different…

He can’t place his finger on why. Was it the sudden arrival of it? Was it the fact it seemed colder than the rest of the air around him? Was it that humming?! Why hadn’t he noticed that before?

"Who’s there?!" his first instincts tell him that a spy is on his back, trying to get the drop on him, and he pulls his Winger out as he turns around, stepping back so he could clearly see whoever this was.

Behind the scout was not the expected Spy though. Instead the beast looked at the young man with a little confusion on it’s face. “I’m visible again, aren’t I?” It asked.

A look of confusion crossed his face, and his eyes only widened as they sent what he was seeing to his brain.

"Holy shit…ehehe…" he could only say, quickly putting the gun back by his side so it was pointing at the ground instead. That animal, was it some kind of deer was huge. He could only wonder if he had accidentally invaded its territory and was about to get gored by those horns.

Even so, he wasn’t about to shoot it.

It took him a moment to realise it actually spoke.

"Um…ehe… I can…ehehe… see you…" he said awkwardly, and only wondering if he was having another strange hallucination from lack of sleep. Perhaps he was just dreaming anyway. Who knew?

"Am I not meant to… ehehe…" he added then, "Ehe…Sorry…"

Out of nowhere the air grew chilly behind Russell and he could hear someone or something hum a tune.

Usually, in a snowy place like Coldfront, a chill in the air is nothing unusual to him.

But this felt different…

He can’t place his finger on why. Was it the sudden arrival of it? Was it the fact it seemed colder than the rest of the air around him? Was it that humming?! Why hadn’t he noticed that before?

"Who’s there?!" his first instincts tell him that a spy is on his back, trying to get the drop on him, and he pulls his Winger out as he turns around, stepping back so he could clearly see whoever this was.

reinerreininger said: 

-all the hugs- Hope you’re doing alright dear.

((I’m doing all right. Thank you so much for your kindness. It’s just my computer being a massive pile of butts and I use my mum’s laptop (which is old and falling apart (and she usually needs it as well) but works enough for the most part) to check tumblr, hence my lack of checking. Also, I’ve just been a bit busy lately, that’s all.

But maybe soon enough, I’ll get my computer fixed. I have no clue. Again, thank you, I’ll be trying to get on top it soon.))