"No... I'm just kinda hungry" He said, then he snapped: "Do I look homosexual to you or something!?"

"I suppose I could see that after a long long life..." He stared off to the west. Not for any particular reason, other than his mind was starting to drift. How would one occupy the time, knowing that everything was going to age and die around you. He figured it would be kinda grim and depressing. A fate that awaited him and Kahlan. She had made sure that her brother would have as a long a life as she would.

He imagined that if he really wanted, Kahlan would let him go, though, as yet he couldn't imagine ever wanting that. Since, he always enjoyed life, or at least...he had never gotten to the stage of quiet numbness that he imagined plagued the ancient, whilst they lingered.
"Life...ends eventually. Rest begins at twilight, the night comes to all...eventually," He mused distantly.

It wasn't unusual for him to say things like that, however, it was unusual for him to actually speak them to someone other than his mirror. For it was usually staring into his shining eyes that he would speak the words that drifted into the mind of the distant

"What would you like to know?" Kylar asked his voice interested. What troubles would Bartleby like to hear about. "You've heard most of my life's troubles. Like I said...my running....was only a couple of weeks ago to me...so I've told you everything that you would hear from me." Bartleby's other words disturbed him slightly.

How painful would it be to have the organs that kept you alive, die and being born again and again and again? He imagined thaat the agony would be excruiciating during that period, not been allowed to die upon the failure of all of the vital systems. Though, he imagined that the brain when it was replaced would not have to deal with such pain since the ends of the pain receptors wouldn't be there whilst the brain was gone.

"Did...he...come here to or did..he?" He asked in reference to Jergens, the boy's beloved, or he had been during his time alive. He pondered the fate of the man. He believed he had met him once, if he so recalled, during his stay in Reubens when he had met Bartleby for the first time.

Mick~

"Oh... I don't know... I just feel like it would be unfair of me to dump all of my troubles on you..." he mumbled, a sort of dream-like expression on his face. He did feel rather guilty for just whining at him all this time, and making him only have more stuff to put on his plate. "You've spoken quite of a bit of your sister, maybe you can tell me a bit about her?" he tilted his head, interested, but keeping low.

He froze a bit at Kylar's last question, his red eyes glazing over a bit, as if he were going into a stupor. "I... I... He..." he stammered, trying to find the right words before violently shaking his head back and forth. "Y-Yes... He's here as well... I... I can't see him anymore... Mainly because... Um..." he looked at himself, his pitiful, little fawn self. Uncapable of loving a stag, to be sure. After all, he didn't want Jergens to be shunned or ostrisized from the other deer if they were to get together again.

It only made sense...

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Xylv~

((Oh you, you don't even need to ask :< What did you have in mind?~))

((Ooh, My pick?~ Well... He dosen't do well with does or women... and Javis, after pulling that little douche move with him, would likely not go over well. I've been doing too many durr rps.... so... maybe... human Jarvy? Or... I dunno :C I'm bad at makin' decisions *feels selfish, hur*))

((Following in Jergy's footsteps, are we? hohoho~ Um... I'm gonna have this take place before Jergy dies, since they've met before and stuff and it would only make sense :'3 huuu~))

One... Two... Three... Four...

So his that man's mental trade went as he walked down the sidewalk, pickpocketing right and left, feeling rather proud himself. Each money-holder was placed in one of his two insanely deep front pants pockets, or the pocket in front of his hoodie, if he got desperate. Figureing that four would be enough for now, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and went along on his way, slowing his pace a bit when he found himself staring at the back of someone who seemed oddly familiar...

Jergens himself wasn't looking too good. He had lost more weight, looking pretty wasted and overall, just bad, like he was going to keel over any second.

After all, there wasn't much around for him.

Still, he could remember this man, now finally able to put a name to the body. Good ol' freakin' Jarvy. Cute guy, but a goddamn backstabber as well. No, Jergens wasn't out for revenge, 'Jarvy' wasn't that hated, but he was still a lovely target for messing with.

That, and the heels were just priceless...

He walked behind him, letting his footsteps copy his as he followed, finding time for the right moment to lightly reach out and poke the man's shoulder.

"Ain't it kinda early fer the gay pride parade, Jarvy?" he asked, lips curling into that classic grin of his. Although his face was more sunken-in now, paler too.

((Ffff... in my blogs, you don't need a warning... I have it up when Jergy is up there anyway x3))

He took a step back, surveying the man over as he put a hand to his chin, striking his faint beard dramatically. "Hm... Heels, jewelry... colors... Jarvy, yer more fruity than I am right now... Seriously." he stepped back up, offering a little mock curtsey. "Sorry bout that, consider it revenge fer pulling that dick move on me. Ya knwo the one." he narrowed his eye breifly before continuing, almost like a warning.

"Anywho~ I couldn't possibly stay mad at'cha ferever, Jarvy. Yer cute, and I like ya." he slinked his arm around the man's shoulders, just like 'good ol' times.

He paused at bit at 'Jarvy's' last little question. "A little under the weather, yeah. Not many people carry much bill money anymore, and I've had this weird little case of the sniffles lately. I'm cool, though." he reassured, nodding his head slightly.

((FFFFFF... You kill me D': *ded*))

...

"Uh... What?" Jergens, being the person that he was, automatically took that as a sort of... invitation? Jeebas... His grin slowly went down to a panicky frown, like he was worried on whether or not 'Jarvy' would take advantage of him while he was like this.

"Look... Didn't I already tell ya that that crap freaks me out? Jeebas... Jarvy..." he shook his head, taking a few cautious steps back, looking back and forth for support from the fellow people.

((USE TEH PHEONIX DOOOOOWWWNNN :X))

Okay, despite how much Jergens did hate it, he still felt pretty damn insulted. He huffed, stuffing his front hands into his hoodie pocket.

"Ya expect me to go after ya treat me like shit?" he asked bluntly, cocking an eyebrow at him. "Seriously, I'm no kid. Yer pansy ass wouldn't last five minutes living my life." he challenged, giving him a hard stare.

He paused, looking down a bit before continuing.

"Am I not good-looking anymore?" he suddenly asked, his husky voice dead serious. Attractiveness was one, if not the only way that Jergens could get himself into a house for shelter. He wasn't very nice-looking to begin with, but he had a pretty good face, a nice redeemable feature.

Damn... Guess pickpocketing was really the only way he could survive, now...

Tramp...

That did it. It usually took a lot to make Jergens pissed, but there were a few topics out there set him off from the beginning. Being called names like that was one of them. It wasn't his fault that he was out here in the first place, yet people still jeered at his name...

He stotic look on his face curled into an annoyed frown, much more subtle than he was really feeling, but it would do.

"Ya think I deserve getting my goddamn worthless name dragged through the mud even further, Jarvy? Ya think I get enough hate?" he turned away from him.

"Again, stop treating me like shit and maybe we can talk. I get enough of snotty assholes like ya everyday."


((Fffff... Going to bed, naow~ *wave*))

Jergenso? Really? Eh... Least it ain't 'Lotion'...

"..." he took a few moments to let it all sink in, maybe teach this guy a friggen lesson. Ah well, whatever...

He turned around, looking up and down as if sizing him up, and then spread his bone-thin arms out.

"Hug." he demanded, face serious, despite the mischievious glint in his eyes. "Hug, and I'll go."

Then, during said hug, he would sneak a hand into 'Jarvy's' purse and see what was in there that was worth taking.

((NOW I'm going to bed... hu~ :B))

((OH HAI IM BACK HUR))

"Good Job." he said simply, discreetly looking over the man's shoulder. Hm... Seemed like he carried everything in that bag that he was clinging onto, that was certainly going to make things harder, but screw it. Jergens loved a good challenge.

After a small pause, he unhooked his arms from the other man and stuffed them back into his front pocket. "Fine. Lead the way, man." he muttered, clearly not really wanting to go in the first place.

Jergens wasn't exactly the comforting type, he was pretty damn sucky at it, actually. "Ya gonna stain yer skin or pierce yerself with metal, Jarvy?" he asked, riasing an eyebrow in curiosity. Ironic considering that in a few months, when he would meet Rosine, he'd get earrings himself.

He looked around at the burly, sweaty hunks of men with some distaste. All muscle and no brains, pretty much. The women earned a nice look of disgust too, all pretty and no doubt ditzy.

Wow... This was sad. Really, really awkwardly sad. Jergens himself sat nearby in a chair beside his own, wondering what on the Hell to do. Finally, with an overdramatic roll of the eyes, he held out his hand, in all it's bony glory.

"Ya wanna hold my hand, Jarvy? Would that make ya feel better?" he asked, not really sounding annoyed, more indifferent than anything else.

Jergens winced at little, feeling like his bones were getting crushed, especially considering that he had little to no muscle or fat to protect them. Ah well, do what ya gotta do. He tilted his head at the man's question (while still pondering why the hell he was calling him 'Jergenso'), and simply nodded. "Meh, why not? A few hours with ya won't kill me." he chuckled, looking over and seeing how the 'arm stainer' man was finally getting ready to get some stuff done.

((ffff... I have to go to my classes now xD Bugger...))

As much as Jergens would have hated to say it, he certainly liked the other more when he was a frowning son of a bitch rather than this... Creepy... Rhye-like person.

"Ya've been gaining some weird mannerisms from Rhye or what?" he asked mildly, following him like the lost puppy that he was. "I'm not really all that hungry... Eh... Pick what ya want." he shrugged. "I might nibble on something." he half-assedly promised.

Food didn't matter that much anymore, anyway.

He kept perfect pace behind him, tapping his lip in thought. "Well, fer one, yer actin' more... What's the word? Flam...bou...yant?" he sounded out, cheeks flushing in shame.

"That, and the heels don't do much to help. Seriously." he followed behind him, the wild scent of mocha frappes exploding into his nostrils. "How is he, anyway?" he asked casually, steeering off the subject.

Jergens himself took his menu with that same, sick sense of dread that he always had when the inevitable confession time came up. "Appearance-wise, I'm more manly than ya right now. Do ya see that old spice guy wear heels? No. No ya don't." he chuckled bitterly, looking over his own list of avaliable goody-goods to drink and whatnot with a blank expression on his face. After a while, he simply sat it down and pushed it towards him. "Can't read, pick somethin' fer me." he commanded, wondering if he should be all badass and snap his fingers for a waiter or something.

((Please... I can beat you at lateness any day *killed* x-x))

Ah... So Kahlan was like someone he could cling to. A bit like his own relationship with Alaska. That sort of selfish partnership where you were only used as an outlet for your troubles. Granted, talking to Alaska about his own conflicting emotions was like talking to a wall, simply because he himself could not understand. It was a shame, really, to think that one of your only friends (and your closest one, at that) could have problems understanding what was wrong inside. "She sounds lovely." he simply said, large white ears flattening to the sides of his head. He looked up as Kylar spoke his last comment regarding her. "I may be upset with you, but I wouldn't leave." he mumbled, more for himself than the stag in front of him.

"Wh-What? Someone else?" he stuttered, visibly flinching in surprise at his remark. "That's not the reason, Jergens wouldn't... Even if he did... I wouldn't be angry with him." his cool, normally collected voice started to quiver, and he hung his head to the ground, hiding his face from view. "I'm dead to him. I refuse to come back into his life, simply because it isn't needed for him." he didn't care if he sounded selfish. Bartleby had been greedy his entire life, why stop now?

"Hm. Kylar... what about you? You sound... tense. Perhaps you should consider what you just told me for yourself as well." he said, feeling rather foolish for going into territory that he knew so little about. "You're still young, you shouldn't be giving up yourself just yet. Besides, you have two worlds and forms to work with. Twice the amount of chances to find someone." the words simply sped from his mouth without much thought, and he hoped that he hadn't made the situation even worse with his own ignorance.

He simply listened, flicking his ears every so often, keeping his own expression blank as the stag spoke to him. The only real reaction he gave was a small flinch of embarassment at the mention of 'bedpartners', but that was all he offered. When it seemed that Kylar's ranting had stopped, Bartleby snapped his head up and looked at him in the eyes.

"I'd consider you impatient, but not as selfish as you think you are." he said, his tone gentle. "Confused, yes. Inexperienced, yes. But selfish? A little, yes, but no more than any other person or deer would feel." he spoke like he wasn't sure of himself, simply because he wasn't. Comforting people, hell, just talking to them, had never been his strong suit.

"It always takes a long time. You need to be... friends with someone before they can love you. For instance, Jergens and I hated each other when we first met..." he closed his eyes, exhaling a little. "Hm... You aren't whining. There's a differnce between that and being upset over something that's perfectly reasonable." he said, already hopign that he had said the right thing.

Bartleby simply nodded and listened, flicking his ears every so often. "Love... isn't... about the physical... things involved..." he stammered, so obviously uncomfortable with the subject. "I apologize for using my previous relationship as an example, but Jergens and I... neither of us were capable of those... activities."

He cursed the face that he had white fur, only letting the burning sensation on his cheeks all the more noticable.

"Why bother on something that you can't change? Why not just try again?" he asked, pawing the ground in front of him nervously.

"You're young, and you have more thn enough time ahead of you to try to change..."

He paused.

"The question is, are you willing to try again?"

(*blown away*

Whoa D: UHHHHH JERGYPLZ. My muse for him had steadily increased lately :>)

((Huu... Tera... You could always come up with somethin' if you want :> Or I can try and come with something new C: *exciteface*))

((Ew, lecture class D: Hu, I'm always here~))

At first the red stag twitched an ear in minor annoyance. That is, of course, until he heard the name.

America? Oh God.. there were more of them... First that douche Alaska, then... thatonewhosenamewillnotbementioned, and now this... thing.

"Um... Hi?" he cocked his head to the side, looking him over.

"Lemme guess... Another goddamn country, right?" he asked, grinning a little, but not to the extent that he usually brought himself to.

"Jergens, like the lotion." he said simply in regard to his name. He acted cautious. After all, his previous meetings with these weird personifications of land hadn't ever really went over well.