forum Contracts (CLOSED)

Started November 01, 2018 by @KoffeeOwl

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"Only really your soul when ya die, that is it." Marrin said, making her demonic shit go away. "Anyhow! There's no need to dial 911."

Qhuinn clapped his hands happily. He than began to beat the table, laughing.

Erik accidentally dropped his phone onto the pavement because he was so startled, the screen cracking a little. “I— What do I get in return?” He couldn’t believe what he was saying… but he did desperately need to help his brother…

"Well, I can grant you a wish of your choice. It can be anything, but not bringing the dead back to life. That tends to end badly." Marrin said, picking up the phone and handing it back to him.

Erik took the phone back, his mind running through everything. “I—“ He desperately wanted his brother to be okay, he needed him to be okay. “Can… Can you make my brother okay again?” He asked, barely more than a whisper.

"Probably, what's wrong with our brother?" Marrin asks politely, having transitioned to what Cam calls her 'Lawyer Mode'.

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“He… He has depression and…” Erik looked away, chewing his lip, “Well, he’s tried to commit suicide multiple times before…” His face contorted slightly, but he kept that pain in. That pain knowing that he had let his brother get to that point, even if he hadn’t known. Erik should’ve done more.

Marrin bit her lip, she knew what the pain of losing a loved one to suicide felt like. After all, she had lost Virgil… But at least she had Cam, this guy was losing his brother. "I'm going to help your brother!" Marrin declared with a determined look on her face.

“What?” Erik demanded, raising his eyebrows, “I doubt it, Ryan hardly talks to the therapist, I wouldn’t think he’d talk to you.” He crossed his arms of his chest, but hastily added, “N-no offense…”

Marrin gave a sad smile. "I know what to say for him to talk and if that doesn't work, there's always magic." She said, trying to relieve this dudes anxiety.

“Magic?” He breathed, chewing his lip again. Can they really save Ryan…? “You can really… fix him? Are you sure?” Erik would give anything -even his soul- to save Ryan and make him happy again.

"I can fix him, I'm Marin Corspe by the way." She introduced herself before calling into the alley. "Yo, Cam. Com're."

Erik watched, still slightly anxious. But if Ryan will get better, if’ll he’ll be okay, if they can help us… Erik would take that chance.

Zackary set the puff down and crossed his knarled with work hands together. The knuckles shone white against his pale, scarred skin. He hummed as he waited, his plate cleared.

Erik watched, still slightly anxious. But if Ryan will get better, if’ll he’ll be okay, if they can help us… Erik would take that chance.

"Okay! Where is your brother right now?" Marrin asked as Cam walked out of the alleyway, her face stuffed with food.

“I- Um hi,” Erik glanced at the new stranger which he assumed was Cam, “My brother is at the mental hospital, on Fletcher Street… But my parents are expecting me home…” He looked at his phone, knowing his mother would probably call him if he was gone too long.

"Well, you should probably ve there when I do this so… Can you do it now? Just ask your mum to stay out a bit longer?" Marrin asks as Cam gives a small wave.

“Alright,” Erik nodded hesitantly, then called home. It rang twice before his father answered, “Uhh, hi Dad, one of my friends just called and asked if he wanted to watch a movie, could I stay out a bit longer?”
”Oh? I guess you can, you’ve barely had any free time this week, haven’t you? Just be home in a few hours, alright?”
“Okay, thanks Dad, love you,” Erik hung up the phone, then looked up nervously at Cam and Marrin, “He said it’s okay, so… yeah, it’s this way.” He turned, and started walking back to the mental hospital once again.

"Okay." Marrin said, following him and slinging an arm around Cam. "Okay, watch this and learn. I may not have known I was a demon for long, but I do know some shit." She whispered into Cam's ear.

It was a quick move, but it would have to do until she got a day off. She had moved as much of Qhuinns things into her room as she could to make room for the demon. She taking his clothes and put them in her closet but she had left the crib. He'd probably be spending for time in that room now than ever anyway. Juliet wiped her brow and returned downstairs. She turned into the kitchen and looked at Zackary's plate. "Would you like some more?"

Zackary looked up, grinning his sharp-toothed grin. “No, I’m good. What were you doing upstairs, if I may ask?”

"Just a bit of rearranging… You'll see soon enough.." She grabbed her plate and put it in the microwave to reheat.

Zackary watched her move, an eyebrow raised. “For what? I told you I do not require a room. Just a place to rest my head.”

"And you think your going to rest your head on the floor?" She looked back at him. "Don't answer that question. Here's the bottom line: You're gonna stay in my house, you'll be treated as my guest. Guest don't sleep on the floor."