Undergrowth (Log 11)

**FrankenSoul**

Look at that, one of the human brushes! He didn't know she had that. He thought they were interesting and useful. Instead of using saliva, they had to use those... He supposed she was right about dipping his head in a river. Why had he never thought of that? Perhaps he would before they left, it was beginning to feel grimy. She complained, but he did admire her curls. They looked so... full of life. He bit his tongue to keep himself from voicing his thoughts and making himself embarrassed once again. Instead, he gestured towards the brush and asked pleasantly, "May I brush it...? I do so love human tools, and it would be easier for me to reach the back."

She spoke and the edge of his lip twitched. His arm wrapped around her in return as he squeezed her lightly. Yes, she was awake, but seemingly not ready to be energetic yet. Using a free hand, he motioned towards the blankets that still remained and the campfire that needed to be cleaned up. Now that he also heard Vivica and Slick's own conversation, he wondered if she might want to clean herself and prepare for the day before they set off. He wondered if she needed anything. He wasn't very tuned to the needs of the living... Suddenly he wondered if he needed to dunk himself in a river or straighten his hair. He couldn't tell if his smell was unpleasant or if his hair was a mess.

**PhoenixAshes**

The question made her pause, mid untangling it from the plentiful strands that had caught the bristels. It would be easier, although she hadn't had her hair brushed like that since she was very young. She'd been quite the independent child and quickly caught on to how to do it. Pondering a moment, Vivica finally freed the brush and then extended her arm forward, toward him. "If you dare." This was said with a small laugh.

At the motion, Ciya turned slightly and looked. Those needed to be shaken out and folded, then rolled to fit in the bags. "Mm..." Her lips pressed together slightly. She should do that, but she was so comfortable here. Staring with her still half lidded honey eyes, she yawned one more time. It was official. She was awake. Turning back to Franky she smiled, brushing the hair falling near his eyes away affectionately and then signalling she was going to leave his grasp and get too it.

**FrankenSoul**

A sting of worry hit Slick as he saw her pause and think on it. Had he offended her? He hadn't meant to. But no, he didn't need to worry it seemed as she reached forward to offer it to him and did so even with a mild laugh, making him offer a grin in return as he took the brush. "I do so love a challenge," He teased as he moved to kneel behind her, moving the tool to the bottom of the curls. Logically, he should start at the bottom... If he tried to start at the top it would surely hurt as he tried to fight through the curls. Using careful motions, he began to work at the end of her hair, using his other hand to move it about as he did so. Her hair felt very soft, he noted as he concentrated on not pulling too hard. He made good progress rather quickly despite moving slowly. Then he began to notice that so close to her, doing such a repetitive motion, felt... calming and... He couldn't find the word for it.. intimate. Oh gods, he felt his face flushing now. Noticing Franky and Ciya moving, he tried to make smalltalk.

"I'm sorry if I'm doing this incorrectly. I really do so love your human culture though... Beds, cooked food, so many tools. Your culture must be twice as interesting, what with your lifestyle of herbs and healing."

He placed his thoughts aside for now, though he did decide something. Maybe Jozef could help him... "dress up" once they arrived. He wanted to look and smell nice for someone who he felt held a part of his very soul. He once again hummed like a content cat as she grazed against his face and pushed away his hair, suddenly not wishing to let her get away from him. But yes, they should move. Unwinding himself from her, he took her hand and gently helped her to her feet. He began to help, pushing and scattering the remains of the fire's ashes while spying on Slick and Vivica at the edge of his vision. What were those two doing...?

**PhoenixAshes**

Vivica shifted into a more comfortable position, with her knees drawn close so she'd be a little more steady as Slick took a place behind her. That way she wouldn't move suddenly and startle him into thinking he hurt her. She smiled softly at the thought of Slick being jumpy, he didn't know she'd suffered through many hairstyles that involved braids so tight that it seemed her hair would rip itself out if she moved at all. Basically, she had a tough scalp, but she had yanked a little too hard from time to time, which he had just seen, so he might think otherwise.

The light brushing from the ends of her hair suggested he did. Still, she didn't feel like correcting him. As the brushing went on, the curliness of her hair began to straighten out, ending up more as flatter, cimped waves. The change didn't matter to the witch as she didn't prefer the curls at all. They were hard to manage. "Oh no, you're doing fine." Vivica reassured him, listening to his notes. "It's not really that much more interesting from normal." A small shrug. " The herbs and crystals and healing are just an extension of tools--sort of."

Ciya took care of her blanket first, since it was closest--clearly the most logical way to clean up camp. Once it was shaken up and rolled, she turned toward the bags, catching the witch and naga in her vision. Well then.

**FrankenSoul**

"But of course it's more interesting," He insisted kindly, staring at his hands as he worked and moved up her hair. She had such pretty hair though... In fact, he spoke his next thoughts verbally. "My species don't have hair like this. Or at least, none of my clan. Our hair is thin, like silk, but yours is thick and strong. I like it."

He frowned as he found a knot but teasing it with the spines of the brush he was able to undo it. There. Only after this pause did he feel like his words were too warm. Gods above, he was so used to pretending to flirt that he didn't know how to just... talk to someone. Or maybe he was just overthinking?

"Anyhow, I uh... Yes, suppose I'm a fan of humans. Jozef introduced me to the ways of them and afterwards, I was able to get a close look at their towns and cities. I shed my tail back then to go with someone close to me who showed me the inner workings for a time. Um," He paused, pulling the brush away from her hair as his expression fell.

"...In any case, I had to leave. Still, I adore everything you've all done. Also, I'm done. I think."

**PhoenixAshes**

"Well," For a moment the witch was unsure how to respond to his affinity for her hair texture. Something so simple to her was novel to him,hm? The thought brought a small smile to her. That wasn't so out of the ordinary, she'd probably said some things that seemed strange to him due to her interest in his kind. "Thank you." That would have to do as reply to that.

When Slick said he was done, Vivica reached back, feeling the now tamed hair. Pretty good job. She turned to him with another word of thanks. "The world is an interesting place it seems."

**FrankenSoul**

He cleared his throat a bit, suddenly very aware of Franky and perhaps Ciya's eyes upon him. "Yes, well, not a problem." He should be thanking her for letting him do it. Quickly handing back the brush, he moved to his feet and hurried to gather what was left. It took only a handful of minutes, and producing a loaf of bread for them all with some cheese, Slick was ready to be off.

Franky was with him in that regard. Without complaint he shouldered the heaviest packs and straightened his back, looking off in the direction they would need to go in. Mildly, he made a note that he should tell Ciya about the deer he had spotted while she slept. But not just then. A mood was still lingering upon him, and he didn't feel very chatty.

The ashes of the fireplace had been scattered and the rocks placed back into the stream. As the camp faded behind them, it was as if they hadn't been there. Wasn't that how it was supposed to be? Slick walked ahead, as usual, keeping his trained eyes on the road and the surrounding areas for any signs of trouble. His hearing and sight weren't enhanced anymore, but that didn't mean he couldn't act as a lookout. He attempted to make mild conversation with Vivica and Ciya, asking them about their knowledge of herbs and crafting medicines and other salves and "potions". He found himself suddenly interested in it as he remembered meeting a human healer long ago. He always admired the knowledge of such people, and the drive which made them wish to help others. Franky lingered in his usual spot in the back, his hands closed around the straps of the pack and his eyes unfocused as his troubled thoughts led him elsewhere, tuning out the conversation around him.

**PhoenixAshes**

The girl's did their part happily. In fact, Ciya seemed downright perky about it, although that state wasn't entirely unusual for her.

As they went she was looking about at the slight changes in flora and fauna between the bits of conversation she could contribute to. There were a few different birds flying around in the trees, and she was sure she'd seen a black squirrel jumping to a limb. Occasionally she'd glance back at Franky to be sure he was still there. Besides his foot falls it was occasionally difficult to know for sure. Each time, noting how much further off he seemed, not in distance, but in mind.

"There was one thing I remember that was really useful," Vivica said, glancing off while trying to pull the information up in reply to whatever inquiry or thought Slick had posed. " Turmeric, I think it was called..." A turn of dark eyes to the pixie. "Is that right, Ciya?"

The pixie jerked back around, clearly befuddled. She'd missed whatever that was. "What?"

"Tumeric? Bright yellow roots? Short,leafy? Good for joint pains?"

"Oh yeah!" She smiled. "I love the flowers on those. Super pretty."

**FrankenSoul**

Slick had to say, he was enjoying himself along the way. Some time had already passed and they were making good progress. The mountains around them had slowly withdrawn back and opened up to a large, bowl-like valley between them. The ground had begun to slope upwards, the trees bending and leaning to adjust to the change in land. Still, it was lovely out now that the storms had passed. Everything was fresh and green with many variations of plant life here. Slick noted that some of the trees had changed, their leaves now thin like needles.

He absorbed everything his companions told him, though he wasn't sure if he would remember every single detail. He would darn well try though! Occasionally he even offered information back, knowing of a plant but in a different human tongue or in his own. He spoke of a vine that would physically move when fire was closeby, appropriately named creepvine by his people. There was also fireflower, and burnleaves. The previous was used in darker areas as a sort of lamp to light the way, while the latter could be used as a weapon to inflict pain for days. Not exactly healing properties, but still.

He nodded at Vivica as she spoke of this newest thing, and followed her gaze to notice that Ciya had temporarily been distracted. He smiled. What was she doing? Looking at the changing scene around them?

"Hey now, don't you zone out too." He teased, eyes giving a shine. "It's bad enough to have Franky daydreaming, don't you start. Though, have you noticed the strange trees around? The ones with sharp, thin leaves? There are more where we're going but not too many. But there are many, many on top of mounains from what I've been told. I forget what they're called in this tongue... Pones? Wait, pines perhaps?"

**PhoenixAshes**

"I'll try not to." She smiled at the teasing. At the naga's mix up she giggled immediately. Pones. Well, pine cones? Pones?

"Pines is right." Vivica corrected. "They seem to like high elevations and snow, hence why there are so many on the mountains. One thing is for sure though," She paused to take a deep breath. "They sure do smell good."

"Although the needles can be itchy." Ciya chimed in, looking up at one they passed under.

**FrankenSoul**

Oops, he said the wrong thing. Oh well, at least he got a laugh and it caused him to grin at once. He glanced towards Vivica and gave a grateful nod. Pines then. If they grew in the snow, it was no wonder he never saw them. "I don't go high up very often," He commented, running a hand through his hair. "Obviously, without a way to produce a lot of heat in my body I get cold fast. I could literally freeze and not be able to get back down. Where we're going isn't too much of a problem, though. There's plenty of sun, and it's not too high up. But," He groaned, feeling the burning in his calves.

"I never noticed how much you leggies have to go through to climb. Gooods I can't wait to get there. Hmm..."

He squinted, trying to measure where they were. They had moved a great distance aleady... He has measured it would take them until late afternoon to get there, but with their pace they were arriving around noon instead. That was fine with him. "We're not too far now. Another hour or two at this rate and we'll get there. Heh," That light that entered his eyes when he teased returned, along with the playful curl of his lips.

"Are you both ready to meet our friend Jozef? I think you'll both like him."

**PhoenixAshes**

Now it was Vivica's turn to laugh, not a giggle like Ciya but a warm hum that hinted amusement. "Not all they're cracked up to be are they?" Her legs had been fine most of the trip, usually fatigue caught up with her at the end of the day, but right now the incline was reminding her how flat their little forest home area actually was.

"I'm just glad I healed up enough." The pixie stated, glancing down at her leg that the tricksy child-demon had punctured into when she first met Franky. The days of rest and the availability of hot, cleansing water at Aunty's inn had done the injury a world of good. She wasn't even limping anymore.

The witch peered into the distance when Slick did, as if trying to follow where ever he was looking. It was nearly impossible to know exactly where their destination was, since she'd never been there, but the sight of what was before them was truely lovely. Slick's question made her shrug and make a noncommital sound. "Well, you did say he was a little stern right?"

"Even if he is," The pixie smiled, optimistic as always. "I'm sure he'll be fine to get along with."

**FrankenSoul**

Yes, they were all struggling a bit to get to the top of the "hill". Well, everyone except Franky of course who still wasn't listening to a word they said. Slick was glad that Ciya had healed enough to walk it on her own, but he suspected if she couldn't one of them would have gladly carried her. As for Vivica, she seemed to be in very good shape for a human so she could surely make it.

His grin returned easily. "Oh yes, stern to me at least but... he's a softy at heart. You'll see soon." As ever, Ciya's attitude helped lift his own spirits. If she kept up that smile of her, she would surely get along with him.

The land began to, thankfully, level out. The burn in their legs would lessen and Slick breathed a sigh of relief. Thank the gods. Above, the sun had only just passed its midday peak and offered its welcomed warmth upon their shoulders against the chill in the wind. The path struck out in front of them and now on flatter land their destination came into sight.

It was a cottage. A relatively small one at that, nestled upon the ground as if it has grown from it. The feeling was accented by the earth colored boards that composed it and the many vines that spread their way across its structure. The dirt path neared and moved directly to its doorstep, though it became stones before reaching the cottage’s heavy door.

Franky became more aware as they neared it, his eyes moving and looking for something specifically. Slick did the same, his smile prevailing. No, not there by the glass window… Not on that side of the house. Where…?

As they drew closer, something far more obvious showed itself. Previously it would have looked like small blurbs of color on the ground that curled somewhat around the house but largely blossomed behind it, as far as the eyes could see. Hundreds and hundreds of flowers took root around the cottage, assorted randomly in all sorts of shapes and sizes. They created a canvas of colors as if painted by an expert hand, thriving in the environment despite the somewhat chilly air. No trees were directly present around them to shield the life-giving sun and they swayed in the breezes that frequented the hilltop. They had to be planted purposely, as green, curling trails where no flowers were present cut through to allow one to move through without harming the buds.

Standing among one of these trails stood a queer statue that Slick and Franky moved towards, expressions at ease as they did so. Carefully they moved along the trails, not daring to harm a single flower. They gestured for the other two to follow, though Slick warned to be careful.

The statue was indeed strange. Crafted from a beaten, glossy substance it still shone with a metallic sense after many years had tainted its bronze luster. It stood stiffly and help the rough stature of a nude man, with two limbs, two arms, and a head and face. Though, there were no sexual organs and it was far too large and bulky to be a true man. Upon its chest was a grate, closed over what shocking appeared to be a small fire within. Its two empty eyes were filled with the same fire, and a small pipe upon its head allowed the release of smoke.

Standing before it, Slick and Franky beamed. Franky gave a small wave while Slick placed his hands upon his hips and spoke loudly. “Jozef! Right where I thought I’d find you, tending to your garden again. Did you miss me~? If not, I at least brought some company. This,” He drew back and gestured towards the two women behind. “Is Ciya and Vivica. Girls, this is Jozef.”

There was no response from the statue for a long moment. Then, with a creak its head turned and its burning eyes locked onto the two new people. With similar noises of protest from the rest of its body, it bent so that it could see them more clearly and moved to one knee so that they could speak on equal ground. Noticeable, it didn’t kneel upon a single flower.

“I’d say a pleasure, but if you had to travel all this way with these two louts, I’m willing to be it’s been less than that. Have they at least been keeping you safe?”

The voice echoed forth from a smaller grate upon the statue’s face. It sounded like the voice of an old man, pinched from age and ground from wariness but still with the stern concern of a relative and elder. The flames of its eyes flickered as it spoke, mimicking the tones.

**PhoenixAshes**

The female travelers took that answer. Vivica finding comfort in it,while for Ciya it reassured her optimism. Further gladness entered their visages when what appeared to be their destination entered sight.

What a sweet looking little place it was too.

"Reminds me a bit of home." Ciya commented.

" Except far more earthier." Came the reply.

There was nothing further said, since the pixie was already distracted by the vast spread and beauty of the flowers. There was an audible gasp from her. "These are gorgeous." The variety, and arrangement were stunning , even more so how well they were growing. These were the healthiest flowers the pixie had ever seen. "Am I in heaven?" She asked softly.

The witch had to take Ciya by the arm and guide her along the path, careful of her own steps as Slick had warned, but not worried about the pixies. She naturally had this odd sense about where to step to avoid harming plant life, especially if she was ogling it like she was. "Not yet, Ciya."

When the statue came into view, curiosity spread between them, particularly due to how warmly their two traveling companions were while approaching.

"Hey...Viv..." Ciya spoke softly, only loud enough to be heard by her immediate companion. "Is that supposed to be...?"

“I don’t see how...” Vivica replied. Maybe this was a ritual of greeting? The garden guardian statue had to be greeted before one could meet the patron of the house? She wondered.

As it would be, both came to a stop in the path behind Franky and Slick and the moment the naga began to speak both looked at each other suddenly questioning the sanity of their friend.

There was no way this could be. Vivica was sure of her guess--until he moved.

That alone had been enough shock for the both of them, who stood even more still than Jozef had been a moment ago. The witch was still holding onto the pixie’s arm, her hold much tighter than before. What sort of life was this? The witch knew for sure she’d never come across one of this kind or any description of such and the amazement mixed with fascination kept her silent. Her gaze darted from the face to the grate, back to the eyes and the smoke coming from his head.

Ciya was the first to recover. “Y-yes, they have. “ She was embarrassed her voice came in such a quiver, especially since their, hopefully, host was already speaking so kindly to them.

**FrankenSoul**

Jozef watched them for a long while, giving them time to recuperate and process what was going on. Their minds ticked on for a few drawn seconds and at the sight of fear, he grunted. Or was that just alarm? In either case, he wouldn’t have his guests feel so uncomfortable around him. Finally, one of them spoke. Ciya, was it? At least that’s what the snake had called her after gesturing.

At their side, Franky’s own very open expression showed concern for the girl’s alarm. Worry bit into his stomach. Were they okay? What was the matter? Did… did they not like Jozef? He wanted to move forward and wrap his arms protectively around Ciya to shield her from Jozef’s heavy gaze, but he knew the large metal man wouldn’t harm her. Still, Franky began to wring his hands together.

Turning to peer directly at Ciya, Jozef’s eyes shone bright as the fire within flared with interest. “What are you now? A pixie? Sprite, fairy? Eh. Good that these two took care of you. And you…” Jozef tilted his head so that it became more apparent when he gazed up Vivica.

“A human? At least, you appear to be so in bone structure and height. Why have you altered your ears so? Ah, wait, don’t tell me. Because the grey one would attack you otherwise. Interesting.”

A low whistle of steam left what was supposed to be his lips as he rose, the ground making a sound as he did so. He was ridiculously heavy, that much was evident.

“No need to stare, though I guess I should be used to it by now. As the snake said, I am Jozef, a constructed golem that inhabits this land as my home. You are both welcome here, as long as you behave yourselves. But I’m sure these blasted boys will trail in a whole village soon if I don’t watch them.”

In response, Slick grinned widely while Franky gave a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of his head.

**PhoenixAshes**

The full attention on her made Ciya nearly freeze up again. Instead she squared herself to the inspection and questioning of what she was. “Pixie was right.” She nodded, making a point to bring a small smile to her face. Soon enough his gaze passed and went to the witch beside her.

With the questions he posed to her, Vivica nodded slowly and her eyes flicked toward Franky before going back to Jozef. He’d seen through it that easily? Gently her hand went to the bracelet that was holding the glamour in place. “That’s...about right.” Now that they’d spoken, at least a little bit, it cleared the bewilderment from her face. “Thank you for having us,as unexpected as we likely are.”

Ciya laughed softly at the comment about the boy’s dragging in a village. “You won’t have to worry. We can keep them in line if you’d like.”

**FrankenSoul**

A pixie, and a disguised human to add to his rather small collection of acquaintances. They seemed kind and polite enough from his first impressions of them. They avoided harming his precious flowers, and the pixie had held a large interest for them upon approaching him. Hm. He could trust someone who valued life. The human was also so formal. Good, he appreciated manners.

He made his low grunt-groan sound and began to ease himself back to his full height. His many joints popped from the motion.

"Yes, well grown men should be able to look after themselves. Still, it appears they are in good hands... Come. We can talk more inside. You're likely tired."

His footsteps were loud and heavy, falling into a pattern of clinking and complaining as he moved across the paths that led out towards his home. Despite the noise and despite his bulk, his hands swung naturally at his sides. He didn't look behind, as he assumed his guests would follow him.

The moment there was room, Franky's arm moved around Ciya's waist as the undead gave a comforting and loving smile. Poor thing, she looked so rattled. He had a similar reaction when he first witnessed the giant being, and he barely had an understanding of the world. Whimpering and scared, Jozef had welcomed him in and taught him how to properly function. Slick held a similar story, Jozef educating him on the ways of human life to spark the naga's interest.

At that moment, the snake man had saddled up towards Ciya, trying to hide his smile. He gestured towards the cottage, clearly enjoying the remnants of her shock. "Come on missy, we shouldn't keep the big guy waiting. However, I must add... I told you so."

Their reactions had been worth the travel and the wait. He swore for a moment after the introduction they had looked at him as if he had lost his mind. His satisfaction was their faces just a few seconds later.

**PhoenixAshes**

"Again, thank you." Vivica spoke, there was still a hesitance somewhere but unlike her pixie friend there was no shiver. As the statuesque golem rose and turned away, the witch did her best to do as he'd said and not stare. The task, as well as trying to keep up with the longer strides, given his height, was a difficult one.

The pixie did not move yet, and only returned to the nonbewildered state once Franky had brushed near. She leaned lightly against him, glad to be held. While she hadn't been frightened, to find out that Jozef existed --such a large and strange thing in comparison to all she'd seen until now--was still a little bit jarring.

As Slick sidled on up and boasted his foresight in what was coming she narrowed her friendly honey gaze. "Could have given us warning you slippery one."

**FrankenSoul**

"Ooh no I couldn't," Slick replied smoothly, his lips curling and his hands firmly planted upon his hips. "You most likely wouldn't have believed me, or been able to prepare yourselves anyway. In any case, it's not my place to go spreading around what he is. I consider it rude and dangerous."

No, it was better for them to meet him themselves and gain a good first impression from his behavior and manners rather than his outward appearance. Though, Slick did regret any fear that his allies felt. Franky himself didn't say anything merely because he didn't think too deeply on it. Why try to explain what Jozef looked like, when that didn't matter? Looks were just looks, and friends were friends no matter what. Though, now he was holding Ciya closely, somewhat confused by her shock and wanting to protect her in any manner he could despite there being no real enemy close by. She had at least liked the flowers, right? He had hoped she would...

Slick moved forward, gesturing for the rest to follow before Jozef got too far ahead. Franky did so, coaxing forward but refusing to remove his arm from around Ciya for now. Winding through the fields and returning back to the earthy cottage, Jozef leaned down and reached for one of the walls. With a sickening crack, his hand pressed against the walls top edge and it appeared the metal man would rip it down. Instead, a large section of the wall swung outwards like a giant door on hidden hinges, opening a large section for him to duck inside. With a firm thud, he closed it behind himself. Snickering to himself at the odd sight, Slick opened the door and allowed the others to enter before following himself.

The inside of the cottage was just as homey and warm as the outside. Stained, dark boards lined the floor and felt cool underfoot. The home was open, with a lounging area directly in front of them complete with a plush sofa, several chairs, and a writing desk with scattered small quills and parchment. Along the walls of the area were many bookshelves, piled high with thick tomes and books with enough information to keep even the most curious being busy for years. At the very back, a fireplace burned with low embers to provide heat to the structure.

To their right was a small kitchen, a largely unused sink placed in the wall with real working plumbing. A countertop was bare of any foods but provided space enough to prepare a large meal for guests. Cabinets that might surely be empty lined above and below, but they might be filled with plates and food upon further exploring. To the left was the section of wall that had swung out, allowing Jozef now to crouch inside the too small home. A door within the lounging area told of further space, and from experience Slick knew that the door opened up to a small hallway which led to a bedchamber and a small bathing room with yet more indoor plumbing. The establishment seemed very human in nature and everything seemed too small for Jozef's hands. Many items were covered in a thin layer of dust.

Moving to fold his legs and sit upon the warn wooden floors, Jozef's bulk fit far better afterwards. He made a low grumbling sound from deep within his metal chest, his eyes flickering as he began to speak. "Slick, would you-"

"Already on it~"

Slick moved forward quickly, searching through the kitchen cabinets and withdrawing a black tea kettle and small cloth bags of tea leaves. Running cold water from the sink, he moved to the fire with a familiar ease and hung it over the small flames so that the water would heat. Jozef gestured for the others to come closer, his fingers creaking.

"Make yourselves comfortable. I can only imagine how tired your feet are. Sit on the chairs, that's what they're made for, and set your items down. The tea will be made soon enough, but you'll have to hope he doesn't make it bitter."

**PhoenixAshes**

The pixie simply shook her head at the naga, smiling in the way she seemed to only use for these particular interactions. It was as if she was wanting to give more of a scolding but couldn't bring herself to.

With Franky's signal she began to walk with him, the idea of resting sounding rather pleasent at this point.

As was to be expected, the way Jozef entered was something also very new to half of the group. Slick's small noise of amusement however, had both casting a similar glance to the once Ciya threw earlier his way. He seemed to be enjoying himself. That was certian.

Inside, the newcomers observed their surroundings with the awe that kept returning. Almost immediately, their attentions diverged. Vivica's gaze went immediately to the bookshelves in the lounge, her lips parting as if to speak, but only silence remained. She did her absolute best to remain proper and polite, even while every inch of her was itching to go over and search the bound works.

Ciya remained close to Franky, but her attention was turned toward the kitchen area, her curiosity of what lay in there, along with if or how Jozef ever used it, swirling about in her pale-haired head. It was slowly dawning on her how small everything was in comparison to their host. So, how did he live here? Was it possible all he needed was shelter on days of bad weather and this lovely place was what served as that for him and that was all?

In the clunk of Jozef's sitting her thoughts dispersed a moment. She clung a little more to Franky, suddenly bashful at her thoughts and conclusions about her surroundings. It was far too soon to ask or guess, yet she knew the questions had been at the tip of her tounge the entire time she'd been taking it all in.

Graciously, both took the invitation to rest and set down belongings for now. While the journey last stretch of their journey hadn't been too perilous or long there was still the fatigue that would catch up to them eventually.

At the comment of Slick making bitter tea, Vivica smiled while making sure her personal bag with the crystals and herbs did not hit the floor too hard. "It's a safe bet that he's done something like that before?" She asked, looking to Jozef first then to Slick.

**FrankenSoul**

They had noted how much Slick was enjoying himself, and indeed he was. He just hadn't been able to visit Jozef in a long time, and it was like seeing a relative. Albeit, a cranky one that wasn't exactly embracing those at his door, but still family. Deep down he was just glad that his "family" and friends had finally been given a chance to meet. And even though they didn't know it, the women had been judged the second Jozef had seen them. But by inviting them inside, he was showing a gesture of trust and extending his hospitality. Things would hopefully go smoothly from here.

Hanging the tea kettle over the hook, he watched the water and waited for the water to boil while the edge of his lip twitched at Vivica's comment. He answered before Jozef could, his tone light. "Oh I've never made bitter tea... Well, the first couple of times I tried it was. But it's not as if he could even taste it. However, I promise it'll be perfectly blended this time~"

Steam issued out of the grate that served as Jozef's mouth, the equivalent to the large metal man scoffing. Still, he didn't argue with Slick and instead was quietly looking between the members of the group. Franky had moved with Ciya to sit beside her upon the sofa, his arm once again around her and his form pressed close. His head even leaned over against her own and he smiled happily, his eyes closed in satisfaction.

Jozef spoke again, his strange, deep and old voice somewhat gruff. "So I see you've found someone to be close to then boy. Seems complicated, but that's none of my business. You both seem happy, and that all that matters. Although," His neck creaked as his eyes flickered in Slick's direction.

"You've shed your tail again. Is it for the same reason as last time...?"

Slick's coy expression stilled for a moment as his eyes glanced at Vivica and returned back to Jozef, his face somewhat warmer now. "No no, nothing like that." He answered quickly. "I just needed to reside in a human village temporarily. But yes, we traveled all this way because-"

"Wait." Jozef interrupted him, holding up a hand.

He turned to peer at the two women within his home once again. "Before we dwell into that; you both are bursting with questions. Well, ask them. I don't need weary travelers sitting here tired AND confused."

Slick lifted a brow but fell into silence. Odd. Normally it took a lot longer for Jozef to willingly lend out information like that. He must really like Ciya and Vivica so far.

**PhoenixAshes**

"Mhm." Vivica hummed in reply to Slick's answer, and despite the affirmative sound, her tone made it very clear that she didn't believe him at all.

Jozef's attention to how close Franky was keeping to her had Ciya flush slightly. They seemed happy? That was good to hear. For how they felt to be apparent was mostly a positive thing, right?

She smiled softly, leaning into Franky a tad more once the attention was off of them. However she listened and kept watch over the rest of the interactions.

Slick's glance toward the witch was interesting. Particularly because it came after Jozef's inquiry about the reason for the naga's temporary legs. Even Vivica had noted it and it left a flicker of interest in her expression. Why would he look her way when asked about a reason? There wasn't a moment to follow the thoughts further as the metalic man opened the floor for questions.

Dark brown and honey eyes looked eachother's ways, both simultaniously asking the other if they thought it was safe to bring the questions from the flower garden and their entry into verbal form.

"Well..." The witch started, but faultered. How to put this...

“I think I can say for both of us,” The fae picked up. “we’re both interested in how you came to be,” She thought better of ending it there and added, “here.”

**FrankenSoul**

Look at them, still debating on what to say after he clearly had just allowed them to ask him anything. Hmph. Manners. Good. The way they looked at each other. It reminded him of how sisters would act. They must be close then. Yes, he was very observant of many things. He was too old not to. With some unseen humor, he suddenly wondered if the women weren't debating on WHAT to ask, but rather what to ask FIRST. Once Franky had been taught how to write, his questions were endless. Jozef was sure that he could handle these two women.

But they struck right at the heart of the matter. Straight to the point. Once again, good. He liked their character more and more.

Shifting his legs under himself, a whistle of steam signaled his sigh.

"Ah, going to be direct then. It's a history lesson, so listen up. Back in the day, hundreds and hundreds of years ago, there was a war. I'm not sure what it was about, but one side decided that they would craft soldiers. Unfeeling, giant metal warriors implanted with fake souls to power them, mindless and ready to take orders from their creators. I was one of them."

The flames within his eyes simmered lower. Despite his gruff tone and set expression, the story did always bring back pangs of buried emotions. It didn't matter too much though. He had healed many of his spiritual wounds.

"It worked for a time. Golems, we were called, and we slaughtered without mercy. Men, women, children, it didn't matter. It was a horrible thing, but that's what happens when you remove the emotion and mercy from war. It becomes outright murder. I don't recall much of a time as one of them, thank whatever god you want for that. I was designed to sense magic and enchantments, and my metal was built to withstand spells. Which is why," He included his creaking head towards Vivica.

"I could see you clearly at once. Sometime during the war, there was a magic user who had helped develop us. He felt regret and wouldn't help the massacre any longer, as the other mages ignored his pleading to stop the madness. Taking a golem as his guard, he fled far from the war and found a hilltop where he constructed a home for himself to live out a long, peaceful life. Curious and somewhat lonely, he began to notice signs of further intelligence from the golem and started to conduct magical experiments. In time, the golem's mind and soul developed and it even began to learn speech and writing; something previously unheard of. That golem, if you haven't picked it up yet, was me and that man was my father. Or, so I called him."

He had repeated this story several times now, and it flowed easily from him. To condense so many complex events he had to cut a large amount of information... But the general story remained. Upon being told it, Franky had strangely hugged him, much to Jozef's irritation though he had ruefully accepted it moments later.

So, how he came to be and how he came to be "here" were very closely tied. He had answered both sides of the queston.

**PhoenixAshes**

Both women listened. Vivica picking up on the details with the history and magic, what had made other golems be and what had made Jozef who he was now. That war, she hadn’t heard of it. Perhaps it was too far back for most to remember, or maybe they just never spoke of it. Ah, so it was an ability built into him that allowed her true form to be clear to him and not a weakness of her spell? That was rather comforting to the witch--considering he was the second one to see through it, or suspect something had started to worry her.

As Ciya listened the emotions settled with her. There was a lot there in the story, but it seemed mostly resolved. Her arm around Franky tightened ever so gently as it went on. Something about Jozef’s tale echoed Franky’s. A vague past, having to learn to communicate and seemingly being the only one of his kind. The difference was Jozef had a direct connection to where he came to be who he was. "And this place just stayed home to you." The pixie stated, piecing together what information she had. Even after the magic user was gone? That question stayed solidly in her mind--she knew better than to ask it that way or to ask it at all. Having lost her own family, she knew already, and she knew that Vivica knew as well.

**FrankenSoul**

"Yes..." Jozef answered carefully, noting the various reactions upon their faces. He then turned his own face upward, looking at the old beams of the cottage that remained strong to this day. "This remained my home. I don't move far from here."

They were careful to avoid the topic that could surely be a sensitive topic. He scoffed, though appreciated it. "And yes, my father is long dead. You may speak of it; my heart has healed the worse of the wounds. His grave is beyond the flowers, north of the cottage at the edge of the forest if you wish to pay your respects for the room over your heads."

At Ciya's side, Franky cast her a small glance of confusion as he noticed the pressure increase from her arm. Was she feeling well...? Oh of course! She had such a kind heart, surely she was grieving for Jozef's story. He gave a small squeeze back before placing his head back against her own, sighing in content as he did so.

From the corner, the kettle let out a whistle almost mockingly similar to Jozef's own. As the talk had been going on, Slick had quietly been going through the motions to make the tea. He didn't want to interrupt. He had his own time to talk to Jozef like this, though it was far more private. Fetching cups from the cupboards, he slid them on small plates to Ciya and Vivica after having poured the rich colored liquid inside. He did so with a small smile, almost embarrassed to be seen doing something so... human. He only then took one for himself, sitting back and waiting for it to cool. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Franky pulling a long face at not getting any.

Clearing his throat, Jozef spread his hands in a gesture. "There. We're not savages, are we? Again I warn of its flavor though. If you have further questions, ask now. Otherwise, there was some other reason you all came here...?"

**PhoenixAshes**

The witch and pixie gave a small nod at the idea of going to the gravesite. It seemed right and respectful. Although each would probably do so on their own time, maybe. It was undecided as of yet.

Slick's movement about with the tea came with a soft thanks from each of them. Vivica smiled warmly his way, seeming to notice his embarassment. Although she couldn't pinpoint why this would bother him so, she did find it a little bit amusing. A descrete blow on the tea and a taste revealed Slick had done well. "Mm."

Ciya noticed Franky's changed in demenor right away. Poor thing was leaning to look at her cup in such a longing way. For a moment she pondered on offering him a sip but, she recalled how he got about the stitches and the fear of them coming undone. Still, that didn't stop her from feeling a little sorry for him.

Jozef's question brought her attention back. "I have a few questions about the flower garden, but those can wait for later. " They weren't pressing.

**FrankenSoul**

The flower garden? Ah of course... Being what she was, she would be interested in it. But yes, he would answer such questions later. For now, Franky had become far more alert, sitting upright and staring at Jozef with wide eyes. But it was Slick who spoke up, explaining why they had arrived and even going so far as to include how they had met the two women. With their help they had traveled a long way to visit, and Vivica's assistance had allowed Franky to finally crack the strange language and code of the book.

At hearing the news, Jozef leaned forward, his eyes blazing. "You've uncovered it?"

Franky nodded, humming lowly under his breath before producing the bound book and offering it. Jozef gingerly took it, and despite his thick fingers was remarkable able to open and flip through the pages. Yes, Franky had written and scribbled notes inside... New information was present now. New meanings to the words were spelled out, producing strangely common spells and elixirs. Hmm... "For all the work, it seems there's not much here."

Slick piped up again, acting as Franky's voice. "Yes, that's where we were hoping you could come in. Franky thinks there's more to the book, hidden away. Do you think you might be able to help us..?"

Jozef was quiet for a long while, flipping the pages one at a time to stare at their contents. The flames of his eyes grew brighter and brighter, but what emotion they told was unknown. Finally, with a sigh, Jozef replied, "I am not sure. The magic of this book- for there is magic within it- makes me unease. I can see it coiled inside, ready to strike should a mistake be made. There are dangerous forces at work here. I will have to proceed carefully, if at all. It might be best to simple leave it alone."

At those words, Franky bolted to his feet with a loud whine. His eyes were wide and pleading, his hands closed tightly at his sides. The strong reaction surprised even himself, as he paused and slowly eased himself back down, though his hands didn't unclench. No, they went so far! Jozef couldn't just... not try after all that! After all that hope.

**PhoenixAshes**

At Franky's sudden jolt, Ciya had to brace her tea cup from sliding from the saucer. It was lucky she'd had drank enough of it otherwise it would have sloshed all over the floor, but the worry in her honey eyes was not for the tea. As he realized himeself an came back down, she set the tea away, there was something far more fragile she had to take care of. The pixie's slim hand brushed lightly against his shoulder and over his back, hoping to sooth him even if it was a tiny measure.

Vivica had her sympathies for Franky, and the concerned gaze lingered on the stitched friend and then into her own cup balanced between her hands on her knees. Once it was clear there would be no other uproar she spoke, resolutely but not harsh. "I'm with Jozef on this." Her attention came up again to Franky. "There is going to be a cost to the answers you're looking for." That book's possibility of being blood sealed was dangerous enough and if Jozef sensed it, considering what they'd learned of him, the worry was likely justified.

Even now, the small tome seemed to have a presence of it's own in the room with them. Had it grown since she'd last seen it?

**FrankenSoul**

Jozef stared at Franky, looking at the way Ciya tried to comfort him. It did little, as Franky placed his face in his hands and trembled slightly. He felt strongly about this, then. Ah, of course. He had always hoped that book could tell him of his past. Where he came from. Poor boy. Vivica's words only caused a stronger reaction, and he seemed to visible shrink into himself at her words. To him, they felt like a sudden knife in the back, even without knowing what pain felt like.

Jozef kept his silence for a moment longer. So she agreed? He had merely suggested not touching it, to remain safe. But considering everything he had just witnessed, yes. He would likely not even attempt to try it. Who knew what it could unleash? No, it had such terrible energy tied inside of it. And its appearance had changed from the last time he had seen it, if just slightly. He slowly shook his head.

"No. I will not help you. I'm sorry-"

Again, Franky surprised them all. Standing suddenly, his expression was grim and set. He practically ran from the room, not pausing to look at any of them or even take back the book that was causing all of this trouble. The door slammed hard behind them, causing the small structure to shake. The air felt very heavy afterwards, and Slick sat with wide eyes. He had never seen Franky like that before. Had there been moisture in his eyes...?

**PhoenixAshes**

Stillness. Franky's rushing action had been like a large gust of wind that was followe by nothing but how the rest of the day had been before. Now a thick feeling of guilt wrapped itself around the witch. Perhaps she should have just kept silent. However, she wouldn't back down--that was her best judgment on the topic.

Sound of brushing fabric came, and Ciya now stood, her gaze seeming fixed on the way he'd rushed out, as if there was a trail there. " I should go after him..." Each syllable was quick, like startled bird's wings.

**FrankenSoul**

"Go after him," Slick quickly agreed, moving to his own feet and biting hard at his lip and trying to hide the way he glanced at Vivica. Jozef himself uttered a low groan, shaking his head. "Yes, go before he gets himself in trouble. And here." Jozef leaned closer, extending the book towards her. "Give this back to him." It belonged to him afterall, and Jozef doubted Franky could uncover its secrets on his own. The boy knew that Jozef and surely even this Vivica knew what they were saying. He just needed to accept it.

Outside, Franky had moved quickly. He just needed to get away from them just then. Striding, he didn't even know where he was going. His head was so.. so jumbled up. And his chest felt so tight, and so cold. He passed the flower field, moving to the only thing beyond it. The grave of Jozef's father. It was a simple stone, set upon green grass just before entering the forest. The shade of the trees stretched over it, moss climbing across the stone so that the text was unreadable. More flowers bloomed around the grave, even more colorful than the ones before them. But unlike before, these were enchanted. They would never wilt or die, an offering to the man under them. Franky plopped heavily beside the stone, leaning against its side and drawing his legs up close to his chest. His arms wrapped around them and he put his face down to hide. His shoulders shook silently as he tried to fight tears. Again, he found some appreciation for still being able to show his sadness in a very human way.

**PhoenixAshes**

Hearing him move Ciya reached high for the book, not wanting to waste any more time than she had. Franky was strong, he was bound to be fast as well, and she was sure she couldn't build up enough speed to call her wings still. "I will." She promised, holding it close before heading out nearly as fast as Franky had. Even when the door closed, far more gently than it had before, those inside could hear her fading call after him.

Vivica breathed in quietly, her exhale however was a notable sigh. She couldn't think of what to say about this, so her gaze turned to Jozef and then Slick, only to rest on the naga. As far as she could tell, he knew Franky best. Something in her gaze asked for him to gauge how wrong she'd been, if she was at all.

**FrankenSoul**

Franky didn't move from his spot, remaining curled in on himself as he even stopped his breathing. What was the point of it anyway? Just a stupid reflex he didn't need anymore... Upon going outside, if Ciya glanced in his direction, she might clearly see the grave beyond the field of flowers and the darker colored mass beside it that didn't budge as his name was called. Either he didn't hear her, or he was too engrossed in his emotions to register her voice.

Yes, there was the look he thought was coming. Slick offered a half smile and moved towards her, offering a careful hand on her shoulder. "You're fine. This is just a...sensative subject for him. Don't feel bad for voicing your thoughts, Franky won't hold them aganst you. Though..." He cast a narrowed gaze at Jozef. "SOMEONE could have been more careful with their own words-"

"Don't sass me. I said what I said, and he wouldn't have taken anything kindly when it relates to this." Jozef replied lowly, though there was obvious concern in his voice. "Hmm... but yes. Drink your tea and wait. He needs to learn to not act like a child and accept the decisions of others."

**PhoenixAshes**

As worried as the pixie was she didn't look directly where he had gone, but her gaze did scan. Had he been close she would have seen him, either standing in the open or in the flowers, but he wasn't so, that could only mean he was else where. Her steps, as fast and rushed as they were, barely made a sound as they hit. Eventually, she found her way down to the gravesite, and the sight of it and him curled up beside it weighted her heart.

Slowly she approached, the book pressed close to her side by her arm. "Franky..." Concern etched in her face, she paused two steps away and waited for him to respond.

Slick's comfort was helpful but ever so slightly hypocritic considering the way he shot at Jozef. She sighed again, and took a sip of tea. This meeting and visit was already off to a very rough start. "I can't really blame him." Words came that were half to herself and half to the others in the room. "It must be so frustrating to not know who you were." In a sense it would be like not knowing yourself. With such a gap there might be no telling what the difference between the past who had connection and the recent who was severed from it.

**FrankenSoul**

Everything felt so confusing. He didn't know what he was feeling. Fury? Regret? Sorrow? Some sort of combination of all of them? It was as if a storm had been set inside his skull, the pressure unbearable. In reality though, it was his chest that made him feel uncomfortable now, giving the ghostly remnants of coldness through his form.

It wasn't fair. Those three words continued to repeat in his mind over and over. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair, it wasn't fair!

Gods, he wanted to curl up so far that he could just vanish. So involved was he in himself that her presence went unnoticed for a long time, even after she spoke. Her voice reached him eventually, like a voice through a long cavern. He didn't turn to see her even then though, instead purposely turning to face the stone of the grave. Sniffing, he gathered himself to look at her eventually. His eyes looked darker, duller and very tired. Wiping his face, he couldn't look into her eyes. His hand extended and gestured towards the grave he sat beside, a thumb turning down towards it. Then in a jerking motion he thrust the thumb towards his own chest, his hand trembling.

The message he tried to convey echoed in his head. Dead. The man under this earth was dead. Franky himself was dead. Dead, never again to be alive. His hopes he had clung to were shattered so suddenly, a bright future gone. He was just a corpse without a past, and that was all he was ever going to be.

Slowly, Slick nodded to Vivica's words. Yes, it must be hard... All of them had tough pasts, but at least they KNEW of them. There were hidden chapters in Franky's existence, much like that book he was trying to use. But even Slick had never seen him react so strongly in regards to it. Was... this because of Ciya? Because Franky now wanted to better himself for her?

Jozef shifted his large form where he sat, not directly responding to her words but silently agreeing. After some thought, he did add, "But some things are better off unknown." Such as Jozef's own past. He knew he had killed many, the same as his brothers. But his memories were fuzzy and distant, and though he could recall them with effort, he didn't wish to. It would do nothing to help him now.

"I must add..." He spoke carefully, voice low. "I have always been wary of Franky's origins. I can clearly see the magic within him, animating his body. It's knotted, tangled, and downright evil. Its core is at his heart, spreading the energy through him despite not beating. I would have assumed him a monster if I didn't know him. It's strange. It's almost the exact opposite of Ciya's, who's magic spreads through her like tendrils of bright life. She had potent power in her form, ripe for healing instead of harming."

**PhoenixAshes**

Something about his stillness frightened her. It crossed her mind that if Franky wanted to, really wanted to, he could just stop being. Vivica talked about how humans could do it, but it was harder since life had a tendency to want to remain. But, Franky wasn't technically alive. Already he'd given up his breathing reflex. There was almost nothing stopping him from remaining there for years if he was dedicated to not existing. "Franky..." Once more, maybe he was only upset.

Thank heaven, he moved! Come on now, look this way. The thoughts were as soft as they would be spoken, but she stayed quiet, practically part of the grass.

The grave...him.... The pixie bit at the inside of her lip. No, no, that's not all. That's not all you are... The words were too thick to be spoken, but they moved her to action. The rest of the distance crossed and then she was on her knees beside him, the book practically dropped onto his lap before her arms were around him. A tight embrace begging him to not think like that. There was a way to find out...there had to be another way.

Vivica nodded, still agreeing with the sentiment to leave dark, sleeping things were they lay. Still, that must have been hard for Franky to hear. Her gaze went to the metal man as he spoke again about Franky and what magic made him 'alive'. It was almost hard to believe, having gotten to know him a little bit, but the witch remembered how he'd been after he'd seen her the firs time. Maybe that wasn't entirely far fetched.

Jozef's understanding of Ciya made Vivica smile and she nodded again. That was always how she understood her friend, vines of light. "She's always been that way. As long as I've known her." Of course she couldn't 'see' it as Jozef probably could,but she knew.

**FrankenSoul**

Oh no, not touch. He was so weak to her touch, despite not fully feeling its effects of warmth. Still, it did help thaw the ice in his chest and sooth the chaotic thoughts in his head at once. How strange it was, how her touch alone could help him so. The heavy weight of the book thumped however and almost sent him spiraling again, but he concentrated instead upon holding Ciya, pressing his face against her shoulders and letting out a low, shuddering whine.

It wasn't fair. It just... It just wasn't fair. Why couldn't he stop himself from shaking? Gods... It took what felt like a long time for him to compose himself even a fraction. He eased himself from her, moving to wipe his eyes and breathing in once again to allow a low sigh to leave his nose. Was he throwing a fit? Is that what this was? He... wasn't sure if he should be embarrassed or not. He felt he shouldn't be, as his emotions were justified... right? He touched the edge of his booklet so that he may speak, and had to blink several times to clear his vision and force his hand to be steady.

'I hope I didn't upset the others... I just couldn't stay there. It hurt.' Yes, that was the correct way to use that word. Not physically, but something else had hurt instead.

His hand almost began to tremble again, but he kept his gaze low and through will alone made it stay. 'What am I going to do now Ciya?'

**PhoenixAshes**

Glad to feel him find comfort, even if it was a fraction, with her, Ciya held him closer. Her hand resting on the back of his head, brushing over the strands of his hair. When is seemed he wanted to ease away, she let him not wanting to smother Franky too much.

"Oh Franky..." The pixie sighed softly reading his words. Of course it hurt to hear that, they'd come all this way, mostly for this purpose. As he started to shake she reached, and caressed the side of his face gently, brushing his hair back as she did.

The answer to the question didn't come for a while. "Well...Jozef said he wouldn't help you. He didn't forbid you from using his books. Since his father was a magic user," Her gaze turned to the grave, "there's likely to be something that will help."

**FrankenSoul**

Oh Franky... She said that so often now, didn't she? He wasn't sure if it was because it was the only thing she could find to say, or perhaps it was only her way of showing her affection and empathy for him. He kept his eyes low with his face, staring at the words he had just written and allowing them to repeat over and over in his head. What now? He didn't expect Jozef to turn him down like that. He hadn't prepared himself for the blow it imposed, nor any plans for what to do.

As Ciya spoke, he finally peeked at her from under his dark bangs, his bright orbs widening. Wait... What? What was she saying? The books... But he was already shaking his head, teeth grinding as he did so.

'No, he won't let me near the books now. He won't enable me to do something he doesn't approve of, and even if it was possible to sneak around him to use them, I couldn't do it in good conscience.'

That wouldn't be a solution... But... He stared down at his finger, suddenly remembering what he wanted to go to Jozef in the first place. Because they didn't want to resort to giving the book blood first. But now? There weren’t many options...

He would need something sharp to cut himself. Then he would need to stitch the wound back up before all his "blood" drained out of him, as his wounds didn't heal normally. Some of his fingers were already stitched. He could just...

Without really thinking, his hand closed around one of the opposite sides digits. He could pull it off easily enough and that would give out a generous amount of his blood before replacing it. Then maybe he could finally read the contents of the book he'd been wanting all this time... His eyes were clouded, and at that second his thoughts were consumed with the plan. All he could think about was making the book work. Like a fever, it held him and he even momentarily forgot someone he loved was sitting close by. His arm began to strain as he prepared to rip the digit and use it as a morbid paintbrush.

**PhoenixAshes**

Ciya hadn't meant he should be deceitful, bit perhaps Franky was right about that. After all, he knew Jozef better. He knew how far "no" extended. Still, she felt there had to be a way, even with disapproval, that Franky could search on his own.

The tension she started to see rise in him was worrisome. She didn't know exactly what it meant, which in itself was unsettling. Usually she'd been pretty good at it. Carefully she rested her hand on his tense hands. Maybe he was battling with the idea of snooping secretly in the books. "I'm sorry I suggested that..." Her words were slowly chosen. "I just think that maybe he can understand is all." A sigh left her as she scoured her mind for another idea.

**FrankenSoul**

The sudden touch upon his hands caused him to jolt in surprise, breaking him from his train of thought that led him to make such an impulsive move. He released his finger, the world clearing around him so he could once again see and think clearly. What had he been about to do...? Yes, he could use his blood, but to plainly rip a finger off in front of Ciya seemed rash. He didn't want her to witness something so disgusting. Then why had he lost touch with reality for a moment?

Bah. He had only been caught in the moment, that was all. She had apologized... for suggesting Jozef. Ah... Good. She hadn't picked up on what Franky had been doing. He breathed lowly, formulating his mind. His despair had been caught and shaped into determination. No. No he wouldn't give up so easily. But he had to be careful. Looking at her for a long, drawn moment, Franky then hid his booklet from her until he was done with his writing. The words were plain and clear, written with caution.

'I want to try giving it blood. My blood. There isn't much danger for me, seeing as I'm already dead. What harm could it do? I'll need something sharp though. I can cut stitches on my hands and arm to allow some to leak, but I'll need help stitching it back afterwards. I hate to ask you for help in such a thing, and I understand if you'd rather not. But I'm going to do this, one way or another. It will haunt me forever if I don't.'

**PhoenixAshes**

The pixie sat still as Franky wrote, patiently waiting to see what he was going to tell her. Her breathing felt tight,like her lungs couldn't expand fully. Anticipated fear, that's what it had to be. The only other thing they could do to get Franky's answers was to give in to the book's demands.

The thought bothered her slight. The book's demands...It was almost as if that thing was alive and taunting them, vexing Franky intentionally.

He turned his words to her and she read them with an understanding eye. He worried too, she could see it in the over neatness of the writing, he'd thought through what he was saying before be put it down. "I'll do it." She said without hesitation. "I'll restitch you." The words were slightly strained but it was a promise she was more than willing to give, more than willing to keep. Maybe this was it, maybe this was what was needed.

**FrankenSoul**

He didn't allow it to fully show, but her words brought on a wave of relief for him. She would stay with him and help him afterwards. Her company would do wonder to sooth him. And he would need her to stop him if he tried something else foolish...

Smiling towards her, his eyes softened and he silently thanked her. Okay. Good. Then they would do this today, and they could get it over with. The only question was, where would he find something sharp? He didn't want to go back inside to fetch a knife, where the others might ask what he was doing. But there was no where else to go. Hmm... Staring down at his palm, he grimaced. He could just try breaking the stitches. It would be messier, but there wasn't much choice, was there? No... It felt as if he had no choice at all in regards to the book. No other options but to do as it wanted.

He clenched his hand tightly and applied pressure. He always tried to hold back his strange strength, but now he applied it fully in one hand alone, the stitches of his palm pulling in protest all along his arm. His expression arranged itself into a close mouthed snarl, eyes sharp and breath holding as he clenched every muscle he held along the limb. Finally, thankfully, he heard small snaps. Uttering a low breath, he opened his palm to see several stitches along it had broken from the gesture and now thick, black liquid was leaking through. Perfect.

Using his other hand to grab the book, he flipped it open to a random page and placed it onto the ground. Pulling himself into a crouch, he gestured for Ciya to step back before he did anything else. Just in case... Casting one last look at his fingers where blackness dripped through, he felt a stab of hesitation. What if something bad happened? Jozef had seemed so worried... Was this really so important?
Yes. Yes, it was. And if it harmed him, so be it. Without any further pause, he swung his hand over the book and dripped his blood along the pages with soft splats, holding his breath as he waited for something to happen. And then...

Nothing did.

Franky couldn't hold back the open disappointment that crossed his face, growing stronger every minute that the book sat there. One... two... three, five minutes. Nothing. The book was still a book, now with a dark stain but nothing else. No magical reactions, no sudden new words appearing on the pages. Just, nothing.

His hand fell limply to his side as he stared, suddenly empty. He had no more energy for sorrow. He was too tired to weep again.

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