nɛkrɵˌmænsi; necromantia

"agreed— he looked like he could’ve eaten me, and used you as a toothpick." 

' well i 'spose that ain't too bad -- -- -

at least i'm not the snack or anythin' '

' quick, take a shaky picture of him ! ' 

          “They’re not evil…           I mean, they probably want           to kill every human on the           face of the planet…           but they’re not evil.”

' yer doin' a poor job of convincin'

me otherwise, mister -- see, a dog

don't be thinkin' like that. they are

a loyal animal. unlike cats, who're

evil. cats come back all pissed an'

shit. dogs, man they're just stupid 

happy to see yer ass again '

          “Didn’t you ever see Pet Cemetery?”

' i ain't e v e r heard of any ancient Indian

burial grounds in Louisiana, sir, so i don' 

think i need ta worry 'bout that too much ' 

Which mean yes, MIles, Beau has seen it

                                   ' ' sides, cats are evil '

               independent | semi-private Jesse Walsh of Nightmare on Elm Street 2

I believe his relationship to me is different and that he wants something that I’m not willing to give up. Me. The girl, he wants to kill her but I have this feeling he does not want to kill me. Why? I think I know. I am scared, I will not lie, but I have a plan.

        ❛ yes, you do. ❜

' mn... nope. i jus' listen '

- wait, that's still creepy

                   ' sometimes '

          “Great! Now, c’mere— I made it.                                  Y’see, I’m the gardener at the preschool…”

                     Freddy pulls the glove out, sliding it onto his hand and                        wiggling the fingers on it. He’s got a huge grin on his                       lips as if he’s right proud of himself, and he looks up                       into the stranger’s blue eyes with a certain excitement.

' it looks like somethin' from a scary movie '

"Major Tom" to ground control: that thing is fucking creepy and you really shouldn't be smiling about it. Male adolescence says otherwise, however; as do late nights secretly spent watching b-list horror movies on repeat with "friends" not so long ago. ' cool !!! '

"Well excuse the invasive questions but you asked me if I were dead. Surely I deserve to return the sentiment.” He drawls ever-so-sarcastically. A little taken a back by the answer, but not really surprised. Lots of things have stopped surprising him.

And then brows furrow, he glares, he lets out a gruff sigh, rolls his eyes and shakes his head. No. That sounded like bullshit until— the last bit gets him. “What do you mean? I mean— you’ve never see someone dead who’s corporeal? No— no no no, don’t leave I just— I’m confused.”

That isn't what Beau intended (at all) by: that’s a good deal yer askin’ to know, or what was said afterwards but he doesn't bother arguing that. Given this spirit (ghoul?) & his demeanor, the necromancer doesn't see the point. Besides, he, Christian, is right. ' mn '

" no... " a pause. " well yeah, my dog -- but never a person. never someone like you. " is he staring again? really, he can't help himself sometimes. and this is sort of incredible.

" usually i deal wit ghosts an' poltergeists an', uh, less solid things -- you ain't those. " that said, he might've thought zombie. Christian is hardly invocative of the Hollywood style or the Haitian practice, however, so that was out.

" -- - this is yer body, right? you didn' go an' steal it? "

         ”Yeah! I wanna show you somethin’.”

                     Stranger danger? That’s preposterous. Freddy                       would never do anything bad to anyone… On                       second thought, yeah, stranger danger, Beau.

A noncommittal hum of consideration is made (and then so too is a decision). He'll take a look -- a quick one -- and bank on the kindness that strangers of small towns are oft said to have. Springwood seems nice enough, after all. What could go wrong from just a peek?

' i guess i could take a look... '

Ah, Nox can understand that. He’s barely scraping five foot four, having a dog that’s nearly taller than he is when on his back legs??? That sparks a lot of anger. Or jealously, we’re not really sure. Jealous of a dog’s height. There’s got to be something wrong there. With a nod he paws at his eyes, heaving a shrug as he does.

             “——- I’ve no’ seen nout, sorry,” he genuinely is, you know. Sorry, I mean. “—- I’ll ‘elp y’look if y’like?”

Beau doesn't know much of anger or jealousy (at least when it comes to dogs and their height; this man a lanky motherfucker standing somewhere 'round 5'11 with his dog at waist level) but damn, he appreciates the offer of help, ya know? That right there, that's some "good Samaritan", "shirt off your back" type shit right there. 

' i'd like that very much, thank you  ' 

a friendly smile, his thanks genuine

          “You there… Come here, I wanna show you somethin’.”

'  -- -- me? y... yer talkin' to me, right? '

stranger danger beau, stranger danger