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tdr_backup2009-12-17 12:05 am
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There's No Place Like Home
~ The stench of Eight got to Regulus before it got to Barty, his stomach has never been very strong. Back when they were still in school together he had always been the more easily disgusted of the two by miles and though Hell offers few places that can pass as sanitary, so by all accounts Regulus should be used to it, it still takes less than it should for him to demand a trip back to his native Five.
Though the swamps of Five are hardly a day at the beach, Regulus' reasoning is that at least there is water. It isn't clean, it isn't clear, and it is teeming with things Regulus always hoped didn't really exist. Parasites, bacteria, dead bodies - you name it and it's probably somewhere down there in the muck. Even with all it's filth there is still something that draws Regulus back to the level to which he was damned. He isn't consciously aware of it, but it's clear that even though the boggy water that is so eager to swallow him up just reminds him of why he is here, a painful memory, there is something about Regulus that seeks comfort in the familiar - even if what is familiar is just as terrible and torturous as the unfamiliar.
They make it back through the noxious odor of Eight, the mountains of insect-infested rubbish of Seven, and just barely escape Six without running into Medusa or any of her friends and together Barty and Regulus scramble up the slippery sides and into Five. As they reach the top and the land levels out, Regulus breaths an uneasy but oddly relieved sigh. ~
I hate it here. Let's go in.
Though the swamps of Five are hardly a day at the beach, Regulus' reasoning is that at least there is water. It isn't clean, it isn't clear, and it is teeming with things Regulus always hoped didn't really exist. Parasites, bacteria, dead bodies - you name it and it's probably somewhere down there in the muck. Even with all it's filth there is still something that draws Regulus back to the level to which he was damned. He isn't consciously aware of it, but it's clear that even though the boggy water that is so eager to swallow him up just reminds him of why he is here, a painful memory, there is something about Regulus that seeks comfort in the familiar - even if what is familiar is just as terrible and torturous as the unfamiliar.
They make it back through the noxious odor of Eight, the mountains of insect-infested rubbish of Seven, and just barely escape Six without running into Medusa or any of her friends and together Barty and Regulus scramble up the slippery sides and into Five. As they reach the top and the land levels out, Regulus breaths an uneasy but oddly relieved sigh. ~
I hate it here. Let's go in.