Why would it still be here? Even if no one sealed its energies, why would it remain here, passively watching over Mister Kieran's livestock as though they needed protection?
[... And one more as he realizes he has answered his own question. Of course it's here as though Kieran needed protection, as it's Carlisle's own energy animating it, and he, too, wanted to protect Kieran after what happened — or at least ensure it didn't happen again.]
Nevermind.
I will be ridding this horrible place of its presence. I hope you are not attached to it in any way.
Or whatever you do instead of deep breaths. Stay calm.
So Ben tore it into pieces but then it.. well, came back. And now it protects the cattle and don't you dare! Leave it alone. We need it. What if some of those weird radioactive pigs come back and try to eat the deer? I'm not going to stand in the field 24/7 with a shotgun protecting them.
[Oh, he hates that Pratt has a point: what if something else does show up and threaten the herd? Those men who tore out Kieran's eyes certainly came out of nowhere, so who is to say radioactive pigs aren't likely to do the same?
His disgruntled sigh is practically audible through the text.]
Tell me that is not its name, Deputy. Tell me that you did not name this vile abomination, and that you are not actually suggesting we leave it be so that it may tear apart anyone who would so much as look at the herd.
[Yes, yes he did know all those answers. He was just hoping to live in his denial for a little longer.]
I cannot allow it to stay, no matter how pragmatic its existence may be for the safety of the animals. I have principles, and leaving an undead aberration wandering around because it's helpful would violate them. I will be disposing of it shortly, and will return the collar to you after.
I did not say I would not get rid of it. I said I cannot get rid of it.
[But he supposes Pratt will see when he arrives, as there in the field stands Scraps, as right as rain, and Carlisle before him, looking incredibly frustrated.
Correction: while Scraps looks fine, all put-together and whatnot, his various pieces have been rearranged to make approximately the same shape as before, but now he seems to have a couple of human skulls acting as his hind hooves.]
[Carlisle crosses his arms, bringing one hand up to squeeze the bridge of his nose out of pure habit. It's only once his hand gets there that he remembers that he doesn't have a nose to squeeze. Back down his hand goes to fidget with a wrinkle in his sleeve.]
I am trying to get rid of it. It- it keeps coming back! I cannot just leave it out here with the cows, and yet, every time I draw its energy away, it puts itself back together again!
[That gesture would almost be comical if he wasn't so peeved about this situation. The creature represented one less thing he had to worry about - without it he'd be back to coming up here multiple times a night to make sure his deer weren't being eaten by something.
Granted it would be easier to just live up here, but he was trying so hard to be better, to force himself to have social interactions. Like this one.]
Good. And why can't you leave it? It's been here for months and everything has been fine. I even put a bell on it so people would know when it's coming.
[Carlisle, meanwhile, came to the barn to get away from social interactions, and yet here he is, having one. Scraps is truly a gift Anchor needed, helping the people even if unintentionally. It turns its great head toward them, then back to the cows as one meanders up to it. The cow rubs its head against his misshapen ribs, giving itself a good brushing. Apparently, neither creature has any interest in the argument at hand.]
It matters not if anyone knows it's coming, or if everything has been fine until now. [His impression of Pratt needs work.] It is an abomination, Deputy. Its very existence is a blight upon this place, and my order dictates it cannot remain. I don't want it here, constantly reminding me of what happened. Of what I did.
[He gestures to Scraps the cow scratcher because this would only be less intimidating with taped on googly eyes.]
You're the only one in that order though, I'm fine with it staying. [Obviously] And I get that, kinda, but it's doing way more good than harm. It's useful.
[No no, Pratt is right; he's the only one in his order here in Anchor. He tries again.]
It's useful, I suppose, but...
[He trails off, clearly not having had an argument to follow that but as he watches the cows groom themselves on Scraps' ribs. He lets out an exasperated sigh.]
Fine. It stays until I can figure out a way to rid this place of it that will not leave the herds unguarded. How is that?
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[You know.. like its creator. Speaking of...]
So remember the whole thing with Kieran?
Since then.
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This cannot be the same abomination. That one was destroyed, was it not? Did Ben not destroy it?
[Not that it would matter, so long as the magic animating it — his magic — had more bones nearby to inhabit.]
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Why would it still be here? Even if no one sealed its energies, why would it remain here, passively watching over Mister Kieran's livestock as though they needed protection?
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Nevermind.
I will be ridding this horrible place of its presence. I hope you are not attached to it in any way.
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Or whatever you do instead of deep breaths. Stay calm.
So Ben tore it into pieces but then it.. well, came back. And now it protects the cattle and don't you dare! Leave it alone. We need it. What if some of those weird radioactive pigs come back and try to eat the deer? I'm not going to stand in the field 24/7 with a shotgun protecting them.
So we have Scraps.
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His disgruntled sigh is practically audible through the text.]
Tell me that is not its name, Deputy. Tell me that you did not name this vile abomination, and that you are not actually suggesting we leave it be so that it may tear apart anyone who would so much as look at the herd.
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It won't attack if you don't mess with the deer or cattle, I think it's fine to stay. It let me put a collar on it, can't be all that bad.
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I cannot allow it to stay, no matter how pragmatic its existence may be for the safety of the animals. I have principles, and leaving an undead aberration wandering around because it's helpful would violate them. I will be disposing of it shortly, and will return the collar to you after.
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I cannot get rid of it.
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Carlisle!
Are you listening to me! Don't make me come down there.
[He is definitely in the process of coming down there Carlisle.]
Good. Leave it alone!
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[But he supposes Pratt will see when he arrives, as there in the field stands Scraps, as right as rain, and Carlisle before him, looking incredibly frustrated.
Correction: while Scraps looks fine, all put-together and whatnot, his various pieces have been rearranged to make approximately the same shape as before, but now he seems to have a couple of human skulls acting as his hind hooves.]
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dogabomination.]What are you trying to do to it? Leave it alone and let it guard the flock.
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I am trying to get rid of it. It- it keeps coming back! I cannot just leave it out here with the cows, and yet, every time I draw its energy away, it puts itself back together again!
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Granted it would be easier to just live up here, but he was trying so hard to be better, to force himself to have social interactions. Like this one.]
Good. And why can't you leave it? It's been here for months and everything has been fine. I even put a bell on it so people would know when it's coming.
[Pratt the problem solver.]
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It matters not if anyone knows it's coming, or if everything has been fine until now. [His impression of Pratt needs work.] It is an abomination, Deputy. Its very existence is a blight upon this place, and my order dictates it cannot remain. I don't want it here, constantly reminding me of what happened. Of what I did.
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Yes, because it's clearly a blight and a threat.
[He gestures to Scraps the cow scratcher because this would only be less intimidating with taped on googly eyes.]
You're the only one in that order though, I'm fine with it staying. [Obviously] And I get that, kinda, but it's doing way more good than harm. It's useful.
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[No no, Pratt is right; he's the only one in his order here in Anchor. He tries again.]
It's useful, I suppose, but...
[He trails off, clearly not having had an argument to follow that but as he watches the cows groom themselves on Scraps' ribs. He lets out an exasperated sigh.]
Fine. It stays until I can figure out a way to rid this place of it that will not leave the herds unguarded. How is that?
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Good. Besides, I don't think anyone but us, Ami and like two other people even come up here. No one's gonna see it.