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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 12, 2020 18:19:04 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Yes. Waverly had Nicole, and she had her sister. She would most certainly be alright. He then listened as Wynonna questioned how it had been possible for him to go up the stairs. Because, he wasn't mortal. While he knew she would find out, hearing her say that he had bit Charlie . . . he had killed him. Or so he thought. Truth is, Doc wasn't entirely certain how he became mortal again. He had a few theories however.
"I do not know exactly how," he answered truthfully. "When I woke up in the Greenhouse, I felt . . . different." The angel blood had set him on a path darker than one he embarked on as just a vampire. When he woke up, he realized how close he had come to hurting Waverly, and how many other people he had hurt before then. "I felt mortal again." So many ways he had tried to remain immortal. They never seemed to stick and he knew deep down, that was perhaps a good thing. "Perhaps it was being touched by an angel somehow." Julian . . . or Waverly.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 12, 2020 2:40:18 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Once they eased out of the kiss, he could feel her lean into him, glad that she was allowing herself to relax against his weight. She needed to sit down. She needed to rest. But neither of them seemed keen on disrupting this moment. At least at this very second. She admitted that she didn't know how to do this. He could hear it in her voice . . . knowing that this was all, unanticipated. Alice was meant to be far away from here but now, they would need to figure it out. "Then it is a good thing you aren't alone," he began to tell her in reassurance. "You have your sister. Officer Haught. Even Jeremy spoke to me about somethin' called a manny," he said with a slightly humorous tone in attempt to lighten the mood every so slightly.
"Dolls." Because he knew how much Dolls cared about her and the baby. And right now, she needed to hear about all those who were here for her; her friends, her family. Not whatever differences or jealousies him and the Deputy Marshall had. "And me," he added, looking at the baby and trying to be as nonchalant as he could. He knew it needed to be said to erase any uncertainty that he would be sticking around. "I meant what I said before," he continued, his eyes still fixed on Alice. Before, yes he had considered taking a step back for Wynonna's sake. But now . . . it felt impossible to do that. Turning to look at her, so she could see the sincerity in him, he continued. "I am all in."
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 12, 2020 2:32:54 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Adult games. Oh she was brazen, and how he was thoroughly enjoying it. She quickly got up, grabbing her drink and moving towards the pool table. He supposed he could stall the conversation for a little while longer. He downed the rest of his shot and made his way to where she was, taking one of the sticks that was mounted on the wall nearby.
"Oh, I think I can manage." Yes. Yes he did know how to play. He'd had a lifetime of practice with pool, not to mention he owned the bar which provided him with a lot of time to 'practice'. Standing behind her he leaned in a little over her shoulder to her hear. "I won't try to hustle you or anythin'," he teased, before stepping to the side of the table and polishing the tip of his stick. "You can even break," he offered. He was a gentleman after all.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 12, 2020 2:28:45 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE When Doc heard someone approached he stood up in preparation, knowing this might not be a sit down conversation, despite his willingness to stay for the duration of it. Hopefully. If things went well. Truth be told, he hadn't the faintest idea what direction it was going to go in. He just watched Wynonna silently as she entered, closing the barn door behind her . . . and then thanking him for saving Waverly.
He gave a small nod in acknowledgement, though wanted to tell her that she never had to thank him for that. Wanted to tell her that he would forever fight for the Earps . . . but also knew that recent actions may contradict that statement. It was a bigger conversation that needed to be had. "How's she holding up?" Considering she had lost her father, and nearly been taken away. The Earps were tough as nails, but he knew that with all that had happened in these past few weeks . . . it was a lot, for anyone. No matter how strong they were.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 12, 2020 1:18:57 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc continued to smile at her. Oh if only things weren't so . . . complicated, they could surely have some fun. Even if it was just limited to this flirtatious banter. But he knew there was only so long he could withhold the truth from her. Though she said she was here longer than she liked, he didn't know if that meant she was here for good.
Finishing his whiskey from his glass, he casually filled it up again once she had filled hers, and took another drink. He then slightly leaned forward towards her. "And how exactly do you propose we do that?" He asked, the same playful tone she held. Oh yes. If only things weren't so complicated indeed. This however, was not part of the plan. The plan was to help the heir, not to . . . flirt and let himself get infatuated by her. Though she was after all, the first female Earp heir.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 11, 2020 23:26:44 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Alice. His heart swelled and he had to fight back the tears that threatened to form in his own eyes. She named him Alice. After his mother. It meant . . . more to him than he was capable of saying. Even now, knowing that the child was not his, she still named her Alice. His heart swelled and he did not think it was even possible to love her more than he already did. She took the baby from him, and while he was waiting for that . . . he felt the immediate deprivation of holding it. He felt the sudden urge to stay, rather than leave. The thought only further solidified when he saw the tears fall over cheeks.
The tremble in her hands. This, was not about who the father was. This was about who the mother was. And the . . . fear she must be feeling for her daughter. Truth was, Doc felt it to. So leaving, was suddenly the furthest thing from his mind. How could he leave her like this? The answer was: he couldn't. He moved his arm around her, gently pressing her close to him so that if she needed to, she could lean on him, lean into him from the side angle as she still held the baby. If nothing else, he hoped it helped ease the tremble of her body. "She is beautiful," he told her quietly, voice thick with sincerity. How could he tell her just how touched he was that she named her Alice? There were no words. So instead, he just leaned towards her, and lightly kissed her lips.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 11, 2020 23:19:57 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Relief washed over him as everything processed. They were safe. The Earp sisters were safe. He felt Wynonna's hands on him and he leaned into her touch, closing his eyes for a moment to just bask in that relief. When they were ready, they stood and began to go back to the Homestead. Clearly, none of them wanted to be there any longer than need be. Waverly thanked him, but Doc didn't even know how to begin to apologize to her. For what he had done. Once returned to the Homestead, Doc gave Wynonna a small nod, the two communicating with no words needed. He knew his presence could . . . put a damper on things. At least for the time being.
He needed to explain himself first, though there was no excuse. He watched Wynonna and Waverly enter their house, while he went to the barn. The look they exchanged, indicating that they needed to talk. That he would wait for her there once things were settled. So he entered to what was once his home, briefly smiling at the rope doused in holy water. The, futile rope. Uncaring as to how long it would take, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed that was still in there, taking off his hat and setting it next to him while he waited for Wynonna to join him.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 11, 2020 23:12:45 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE How did he know that. He had considered it, but also knew that it was an attempt to . . . excuse it. To justify that perhaps, he was destined for better. "That world was not real," he told her. "Our actions of there were not the only ones accounted for." If they were accounted for at all. It was a world that showed what they were without Wynonna. And for him, the darkness had truly consumed him. When he had nothing . . . no one to fight for, that was the man he would become.
When he didn't have her to fight for. He looked at her as she said that she was not going to just give up; that they still had time. That she was not going to give up on him. It warmed his heart . . . but he had avoided telling her this for a reason. "This is not your fight," he told her. The words were not meant to be harsh nor were they short in his tone. They were simply, fact. "Our focus now, is to break this curse, and defeat Bulshar. That, is the fight we must fight." Not his. His, was futile. And he wanted her to know that despite his going to hell . . . he would keep on fighting, for her.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 11, 2020 16:32:16 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Here for longer than she liked. Even Doc knew the 'mysterious' circumstances surrounding Curtis' death when it wasn't mysterious at all. Perhaps, she was already starting to fulfil her role as an heir for the path it would lead her down . . . was one that surely involved Revenants. Taking a drink, he listened as she pointed out that she didn't remember him from around here.
No. She wouldn't. She was far too young. Though seeing how things ended up . . . he regretted leaving. He should have fought against Ward harder. "Oh, I've been in and out," he answered truthfully. "Purgatory does not seem like the kind of place you can stay away from forever. It always draws you back." He paused for a moment and looked at her with a hint for a smile. "You, being a prime example of that." Her and him both, only for . . . somewhat different reasons but ultimately, with the same goal: to break the curse. Whether she realized it yet or not.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 10, 2020 23:16:35 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Aphrodite?! What in the . . . but then, he realized where she was working. He just wondered exactly what she did here other than serve drinks. But her reaction caused disappointment to flood through him. She didn't have her memories. She was like the others in this place. But that hardly discouraged him. Just meant that he was going to have to remind her.
"Wynonna, I need you to remember." But she didn't. She was, telling him she'd be whatever he wanted her to be and it wasn't done in the same playful flirtatious way that she could have pulled off that line in their regular interactions. No. She said it differently. Looked at him differently. "May we talk somewhere private?" Cause attracting too much attention in the middle of this . . . strip club, was not going to be helpful to his cause.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 10, 2020 23:09:33 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He would be lying if he said he had thought the same. While he'd made poor choices before . . . bad choices, he'd thought that he was working towards redemption. But, it seemed that some deeds could not be undone. Some deeds, were unforgivable. "There is nothing we can do," he told her. Once again, he knew it was a defeatist attitude but the words held truth regardless.
"This is not up to either of us." He thought he could be better; do better . . . but his destiny was set in place. And with each passing day, that day where he would re-enter hell drew closer. "There are some things that can not be undone. Some things that are in fact, unforgivable." Perhaps this was part of the deal with Clootie; give him his immortality and he was destined for hell when his death eventually came. Or, perhaps it was just denial; exempting himself from any responsibility of the simple truth: he was not one of the good guys, no matter how hard he tried to be.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 10, 2020 22:55:05 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc had not wasted a moment. As soon as Wynonna left, he was already working on opening the locks, but he also knew that he had to wait until she was completely gone before emerging from the barn . . . and thus revealing that the rope of holy water had no effect on him. It seemed his timing was impeccable because while he missed the fight against Bulshar, he'd made it just in time to see Wynonna poisoned.
He immediately collapsed toward her and started sucking out the venom. He could hear Waverly protesting but he had no time to explain that this was not the vampire part of him. This was the human part of him, strictly sucking out the venom. He spit it out next to her, staggering to the side a little as he was still close to the ground. The effect of it not enough to kill him, but he felt the distaste and limited effect. It was Wynonna screaming for Waverly that quickly pulled him back to reality, thus revealing that his work was not yet done. He looked up to see Waverly being pulled by something towards the door and the risk of losing her were too great.
With Wynonna focused on her, and unable to go through the barrier, Doc stood up and proceeded to unfasten his gun belt, letting it fall to the ground before stepping past Wynonna without a word, and right through the wall. He briefly glanced at her for a moment, before rushing up the stairs, and taking hold of Waverly. His weight pulling her back was not anticipated by whatever was pulling her in and eventually, it let go, causing both him and Waverly to fall down the stairs from the force, resting on their backs as Doc hoped that the barrier was gone and sister could reunite with sister.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 10, 2020 17:36:53 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE A fan. Did people truly dress up as him? Doc supposed he could believe it. Especially as there were signs in this place stating that Wyatt Earp drank here. Wyatt deserved that honour. That recognition. He was a good man. The greatest Doc had ever known. He noticed her shift Peacemaker a little, intentionally keeping his hat a little tipped over his head and a bit to the side so that he wasn't directly next to her. It would avoid any suspicion about his own face revealing what he was. Hating what he was. Though he knew that once he brought down the witch . . . she could end this, for good.
But the last thing she said was what really captured his attention. Free. "Oh I am free," he commented. The thrill of being out from that damn well overwhelming joyous. "Free as a bird and it's sublime." This time he turned to look at her, meeting her gaze as she just gave him a one word answer. At this point, he properly turned and took a small step towards Peacemaker, just to show interest . . . inwardly remaining cautious at the same time. "I ain't seen a Buntline Special in years. May I?" He was hoping he was not wrong in believing she would refuse to let a stranger touch such a precious item. That she would not call his bluff.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 10, 2020 17:20:40 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE A descendant of his? Wnyonna? This was all too . . . strange. And he knew that he should just nod his head, and excuse himself. That he should not feed into this . . . delusion. And at the same time, there was still that feeling. That, something about her. That something that was keeping him in place. Keeping him from running off, from distancing himself from a woman who . . . was making a lot of far fetched seemingly impossible claims.
"Forgive me for being so blunt Ms. Earrmendorf but . . . you must understand just how ridiculous this all sounds. And how seemingly impossible it is to be true." Even though she knew things about him; spoke to him as if they knew each other. Even though there was an undeniable conviction about her. He had to be rational. He had to be logical. And none of this, sounded like either of those things. And even though he was still trying to deny it . . . when she spoke of how she was a descendant of Wyatt Earp, he realized now why there was something familiar about her. Because she reminded him of Wyatt too.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 10, 2020 17:12:31 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE This was all wrong. So, very wrong. He had woken up in the well, but it had only taken him a matter of moments to get out for someone -- a damn revenant -- was at the top. Calling him boss. And the shock from that, was just the beginning. From the moment he saw Holliday Haus . . . it was all so wrong. No Earp Mailbox, no Wynonna, no Waverly . . . it was just flooding with Revenants, and apparently, he was their leader. He had chained up Rosita in the barn to cook drugs for him apparently.
And . . . he was known around town. As a terror. As a feared man. What was this fresh hell he had woken up in?! This was not the life he had so desperately sought! And the only reason he knew how feared he was, was because every time he walked into a place, there were whispers, offerings, even scattering. No. This was not how it should be. But it did not deter him from entering each place because he was looking for her. The only one who could fix all this. Wynonna Earp.
He'd found out she was working as a waitress and after checking several bars, he finally entered Pussy Willows, not even needing to ask for her because he saw her. Dressed in . . . something he had never thought she'd wear, but that was besides the point! Relief that she was alright and seemingly alright washed over him. Relief, that everything would be fixed. He hurried toward her, as she was serving a customer a drink. "Wynonna," he breathed. "Thank goodness. Are you alright?" No one seemed to remember anything. He hadn't even been able to get far into the Sheriff's Department because, apparently he was a criminal. But now he found Wynonna and they would find a way to fix this, together.
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