'So two hobos wall into a subway.......' (Cherry and Dior SL)

"You can try to dry Soda if you want to eat some gross ass Sludge." Dr.Sylvester shot down that dream quicker than he would've shot down a Demon dumb enough to show up to his home, Dior remembered trying to dry Soda once when he was a kid, never again as he remembered the foul taste of Boiled Pepsi and fattening it was for him, to him it was like eating burnt meat in sludge form it was nothing short of disgusting. Dior had to take another sip of his Demon Milk to try and forget that awful abomination he concocted 70 years ago "Trust me you are doing yourself a favor by not consuming dried up soda. Demon and Shadow Essences are way tastier." He had to make sure that no one else would suffer in the same way he did, drinking up burnt syrup. Upon being asked about the Record Player Dior shrugged and decided to put it on as he had nothing better to do at the moment other than drink Milk and forgetting about his Forgotten-related trauma, after some careful fiddling with the old device started to play music from a bygone era.



Dior would sit back in his chair slowly rocking back and forth on it as he started to feel his age with the music-making him feel like his bones were rattling a little, "Pouvez-vous comprendre les paroles?" The Doctor asked not realizing he slipped back into his native tongue as the song echoed through the den and to the subway system.

Cherry would let out a simple, but clearly disappointed little "Oh." When he told her how nasty dried up soda was. It sucked, but in the end it was better for her to know about how poor the taste was then to find out about it the hard way later. Of course that did leave Cherry curious about something. "Why does it taste so bad?" It was pretty easy to guess that milk and soda where made up of totally different stuff. But she didn't fully understand what made milk okay to dry up, and what was in soda that made it taste like, in the doctor's own words. 'Some gross ass sludge.' While Cherry was curious about the answer, in the end even if the good doctor did know what went into soda pop, and what all made up milk. His answer would probably be filled with scientific terms that the young hobo would not understand. That still didn't stop the girl from wanting a answer however. And she'd love it if the old man would answer, or at the very least add his two cents on the subject.

As the doctor turned on the record player and the music hit her ears, the girl would smile brightly as she looked over at the elderly man. "Thank you!" She said, seemingly forgetting about the talks about her arm being a demon weapon or that monster Demter a few minutes ago. When the man asked his question Cherry had already been fully engrossed by the music. The teen was swaying back and forth, her eyes closed as she enjoyed every single second of her first song. Music really was as magical as she heard it woukd be. Still though, she heard the man's answer and was quick to reply back. "Oui je peux, c'est une belle chanson." The girl was focused more on the actual music, rather then the words that the woman was saying. However as the song went on the sweet smile on her face became smaller and smalller. And by the time the song was over, her face was a worried frown.

The blonde looked up at the doctor. Her grey eyes filled with concern. "What happened to the lady and the man?" She was upset by the ending of the song, and also quite confused about it. Surely the song couldn't just end on that note could it? People just didn't fall in love, and then never saw each other again........ Did they? "Is there a second song where they find each other again?"

The Doctor looked at the girl's concerned face and without any form of hesitation answered her question about the song "This song was new around the time my Grandparents were young so I have no clue. Songs don't often get sequels so I doubt it." Before the Doctor could elaborate further the next track on the record would start playing as if to completely interrupt him. The Doctor shrugged it off as he looked into the pot to see if there was more demon milk for him to drink and thankfully there was, while the song played he scooped up some milk with a ladle he had on the side and to refill his mug.


"It's funny to think that this music is actually 100 years old. The singer is named Edith Piaf by the way, she was a big hit around the 1950's back when these Record Players were super popular, it was a bit before my time." Dior recounted once the song stopped playing as he started to think back to his own youth filling it with Roses and Jades to try and get a balanced recollection of the past. "When I was a kid there was a device known as a Walkman, that played Music Tapes. Tapes were similar to records except they were smaller so you could just put it into your Walkman which you then put into your pocket and just listen to music wherever you go." While that was inadvisable to do so in the present day with all those demons waiting to jump people Dior was secretly hoping to find one so he could listen to music with better sound quality Hell maybe even get a CD player, but at this point, it's just wishful thinking.

"Oh........." Cherry did not like that at all. It was just like those sad moives the american's made that Dior told her about! What upset Cherry the most is that it was like a sudden gut punch. She really did not see the ending coming, and it left a truely bitter taste in her mouth. Before she could start moping about the ending, a new song started to play. This time she was more on guard, ready and excepting a sour end to the romantic tune. "One hundred years old? That's amazing! She's older then my mom! Well. I guess she would be older then my mom, Edith probably isn't alive anymore huh?" A lady that old probably wouldn't be able to keep on living in a safe world, let only one infested with demons. It was a real shame, but at the same time, Cherry was happy that her song was still around. Even if the woman herself died, her song, a piece of her would live on. Even after all these years.

The teen would listen to both the music playing in the background and to the story Dior told about the smaller record players he had as a kid. "They sound incredible! I would love to be able to listen to music on the go. The old world had so many amazing things didn't it?" Maybe one day, when the demons where gone humanity could get all that stuff back? Cherry sure hoped so. "My mom told me about a 'app' she used to use all the time when she was young. It was called 'twitter.' And it let you talk and connect with people all over the world! Did you ever use twitter?" Cherry would love to get her hands on a app like that. Meeting people she would have never gotten the chance to meet other wise, learning more from them, it sounded like heaven. Of course there was the problem of her not being able to read or write, but the girl somehow getting a app like twitter in this day and age that actually worked was a long shot if you're being generous, so her being illiterate wasn't that much of a factor.

As the song came to a close Cherry let out a sigh of relief, happy that it ended on a positive note this time. "I really liked this song, it was much better then the last one. I still don't really understand why the last song had to be such a downer!" Cherry did not enjoy sad endings, one of the main reasons why Cherry never asked her mother for a bedtime story when she was moody. Seeing as her mom had a nasty habit of rewriting the stories to fit her current mood.

Dior laughed when Cherry asked about Edith's status "Oh she died way before I was born there is no question about that." The Doctor put his drink to the side as he started to explain the poor woman's fate to Cherry, unlike her songs her end wasn't a pretty one. "Edith Piaf died in 1963 a whole 17 years before I was brought into this god-awful world. She died due to health complications including but not limited to alcohol abuse and various medications meant to solve arthritic pains and insomnia, not to mention enduring several car crashes which caused her to drift in and out of consciousness for a few months with her final words being 'Chaque fichue chose que vous faites dans cette vie, vous devez payer pour' She was buried next to her daughter who died in 1935. Yeah it's pretty Fucked Up isn't it? There was a reason she was called the 'Maîtresse du chagrin'." The Doctor believed that was the was the appropriate amount of fucked up for that explanation, no one is without tragedy after all, Dior rambling on at this point like the old man that he was started to explain a little something he knows about art. "Well you see Music is a form of art, which in itself is self-expression, a way of communicating one's feelings towards something. Art is a very emotionally driven path of life. Some art is filled with joy while some art is mixed with tragedy." Dr.Sylvester had unintentionally interrupted himself as his lungs started to make him cough rather violently, after pounding his chest a few times he grabbed his mug of demon milk and started to drink more of it to clear his throat. "Ok where I was going with that again, ah yes, one of the most important aspects of art is to make you feel something, if art can do that it has done its job. The worst thing a piece of art can be is unremarkable." for someone like Dior Art is a very important aspect of life, creating machines was art in of itself, hell the whole country was known for it's art it was hard for Dr.Sylvester not to get passionate about it.

Dior raised an eyebrow at the mention of Twitter, it's been so long since be last heard of that unofficial porn site. Even though it's been roughly 40 years he can still hear the sound that chirp notification sound. He sighed a little not wanting to have his perception tainted by rose-colored glasses, he still remembered that one time where he was able to dox that Child Predator and got a bunch of his buddies to kick their fucking teeth in, oh those were the days. "Yeah pretty much everyone used Twitter, it's what we called a Social Media site with Twitter being the most popular one of the bunch, other social media platforms like Facebook actively spied on you while you browse on there in an attempt to keep your attention. Twitter was the only one that didn't really do that, it was great I got to make fun of religious dipshits who tried to tell me that I should really consider killing myself since I am a scientist, yeah for every gem you find on Twitter you find a person who is equally cancerous. Twitter was a really cool website." Dior said as if dismissing the whole cancerous comment he made moments before as being able to communicate with people around the world was really cool, it was just kinda sad it was also used to applaud stupidity aswell.

Dior rolled up his sleeve to look at his wristwatch which still continued to function surprisingly. He covered his mouth as he yawned not really sure what to do with Cherry, she clearly wasn't a threat to him. He started to stroke his chin in deep thought for a solid 5 minutes trying to weigh up his options here, after that he started to speak to Cherry in a rather tired tone. "Alright you look like someone I can trust, you can stay here for the night if you promise not to break any of my stuff. It's like 2 AM in the morning and I need some sleep." The Doctor gave Cherry a wave as he retreated back into his bedroom for the night to rest his weary old head.

The young teen would listen to the old doctor as he told her all about Edith Piaf's fate. Cherry visibly becoming more disturbed, the more she heard about the women. "What the hell was that!?" Was all that Cherry could say after he finished his story. Her eyes looking around the room like she expected some random person who was hidden away to answer her. "Why would you tell me that? That's horrible! And another thing, if she was called that, and was abusing alcohol, then why didn't anybody help her? Happy people don't drink that much, and they certainly are not called 'Maîtresse du chagrin.' So somebody had to know, probably alot of people. Why didn't anybody help her? She clearly needed a friend or something like that!" Sure they probably couldn't have stopped the car crash, and they most likely couldn't have done anything about the medicines she was forced to take that killed her. But maybe they could have helped ease her sorrow? The thought of somebody dying like that. Full of despair and sadness. It was bone chilling to say the least.

"Was the woman really that sad?" That was really the only way to explain why the song before Edith's was so sad in Cherry's eye. "I think art should focus on making people happy." Cherry said in a rather matter of fact like tone. There was already enough sadness in this world to begin with. She didn't see any reasons for somebody to use their gifts to bring more despair to the planet. Before she could ask more questions about art, Dior started to fall into a coughing fit. Prompting the girl to bolt up from her seat and rush over to him. Patting his back with her weak right hand. "Are you okay!? What happened?" He wasn't even eating anything at the moment, so the fact that he just started to cough like that out of the blue was quite worrying. Maybe he smoked? Or was still smoking? Her mother did warn her about lung cancer, so it would make sense for a smoker to have random coughing fits such as the one Dior just had. Either way once he had returned to normal, Cherry would slowly walk back to her own chair. Ploping down on it and crossing her legs, as the doctor began to switch topics.

It seems as if these 'social' media sites had more to them then what meet's the eye. Her mom did bring up facebook to the teen once, it was biref and was when the older woman made a comment about how that place was chalk full of old people. Although she had heard nothing about that place spying on people. "Im glad that twitter wasn't like that, but how did all those other sites got away with spying on people? There had to be laws against that kind of stuff, right?" Cherry felt like there should have been anti-spying laws at the very least. Of courseshe lived in a lawless wasteland all of her life, so she probably wasn't the best judge of what should and should not be against the law. "Why would they tell you to kill yourself!? That's awful!" What in the hell was wrong with those people? You just don't say that type of thing to somebody, ever.

Cherry gave a slight nod to the doctor. "Okay then. Thank you for letting me stay here doctor, I hope you have a good night's sleep." She said while waving back to the man. Before she layed down on to the floor. Getting comfortable before falling into a deep, and less then peaceful sleep..........

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