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professorfreischutz2019-05-11 10:47 pmEntry tags:
the clock stopped ticking forever ago [ closed ]
WHO 2 1/2 Victorian Gentlemen (professorfreischutz & miracledrug) and ~*~*friends*~*~
WHAT Singularities suck. Even moreso when the man who ruined your life is taking charge and respected among your peers while waiting for the real heroes to show up.
WHEN when indeed
WHERE Singularity Romania: Blurred Lines of the Battlefront Between Good & Evil.
( There's no such thing as night or day in this landscape. )
professorfreischutz & miracledrug) and ~*~*friends*~*~WHAT Singularities suck. Even moreso when the man who ruined your life is taking charge and respected among your peers while waiting for the real heroes to show up.
WHEN when indeed
WHERE Singularity Romania: Blurred Lines of the Battlefront Between Good & Evil.
( There's no such thing as night or day in this landscape. )
[ closed ]
WHO Two losers (aeturnus / cymaticsociety)
WHAT Got caught, like losers. Break out, like winners.
WHEN ???
WHERE ?????
WHY do we need a reason for terrible, really
[ Cain is pretty sick of this already. Recently it seems like people have been getting it into their heads that humanity's advanced grasp on science means they should meddle with things beyond their control. Even if they can come to understand it, it doesn't mean they can do anything about it. His whole life is testament to that fact and he's learned the lesson well.
Better yet, their need for control just makes it more obvious when they lose it. He's been watching for opportunities this whole time and strikes as soon as the chance presents, not willing to risk waiting for any number of reasons. Soon he's out in the bare hallways and the alarms haven't sounded just yet but he knows it's only a matter of time until that changes. It's always about time. Cain's got plenty, but the world doesn't seem to notice that sometimes.
Loud, blaring sound pulls him up short as he passes by another cell. This one seemed fancier, perhaps better enforced and the sound vibrating the walls only emphasizes the rattling panel alongside the door with controls and what looks like... a playlist being set? What the hell? It takes a moment for Cain to hear it over the cacophonous din that the sound is actually music apparently being converted to a torture device. When he peers inside the window at the door, he sees... something. A person. Chained up and left to deal with this mind-bending, horrible pain of the sort that's known to strip people down to their barest parts. He has no idea how long the guy's been in there, but by all appearances the person appears to be dangerous. The person appears to be feared. ]
Eh... might as well. Why not. [ He slaps a hand on the panel to roll the music down without cutting it entirely. Even he might reel at the total silence now that the music's seeped into his bones just from standing outside. Using the keys he grabbed off one of his captors, he pulls the door open and looks at the person—a man, it turns out—and speaks. ]
Hey, you and I both want to get out of Dodge, right? Truce on whatever freaky deal you've got going on here 'til we get there?
aeturnus / cymaticsociety)WHAT Got caught, like losers. Break out, like winners.
WHEN ???
WHERE ?????
WHY do we need a reason for terrible, really
[ Cain is pretty sick of this already. Recently it seems like people have been getting it into their heads that humanity's advanced grasp on science means they should meddle with things beyond their control. Even if they can come to understand it, it doesn't mean they can do anything about it. His whole life is testament to that fact and he's learned the lesson well.
Better yet, their need for control just makes it more obvious when they lose it. He's been watching for opportunities this whole time and strikes as soon as the chance presents, not willing to risk waiting for any number of reasons. Soon he's out in the bare hallways and the alarms haven't sounded just yet but he knows it's only a matter of time until that changes. It's always about time. Cain's got plenty, but the world doesn't seem to notice that sometimes.
Loud, blaring sound pulls him up short as he passes by another cell. This one seemed fancier, perhaps better enforced and the sound vibrating the walls only emphasizes the rattling panel alongside the door with controls and what looks like... a playlist being set? What the hell? It takes a moment for Cain to hear it over the cacophonous din that the sound is actually music apparently being converted to a torture device. When he peers inside the window at the door, he sees... something. A person. Chained up and left to deal with this mind-bending, horrible pain of the sort that's known to strip people down to their barest parts. He has no idea how long the guy's been in there, but by all appearances the person appears to be dangerous. The person appears to be feared. ]
Eh... might as well. Why not. [ He slaps a hand on the panel to roll the music down without cutting it entirely. Even he might reel at the total silence now that the music's seeped into his bones just from standing outside. Using the keys he grabbed off one of his captors, he pulls the door open and looks at the person—a man, it turns out—and speaks. ]
Hey, you and I both want to get out of Dodge, right? Truce on whatever freaky deal you've got going on here 'til we get there?
ambibionic2016-12-18 01:46 amEntry tags:
the best laid plans of mice and men [ psl ]
WHO Junior (androit), Poe (blacksquadleader), and Felix (ambibionic)
WHAT A certain someone gets captured by the First Order, so he needs to be rescued. Things don't go as planned.
WHEN [insert fitting timeline point here]
WHERE The Finalizer, most likely
WHY because why not, I say.
Junior has been captured. You need to rescue him.
That's what Felix wakes up to in his bunk aboard the star destroyer. It's not something he wants to hear, but it happened and he needs to get ready. Get dressed, grab a blaster, get going. He knows he can succeed. He's got the Force with him. Well, an angry Force user who'd rather not have Junior anywhere near the First Order if he can allow it. Which is as close to the Force being on his side as he can get, so he'll take it without complaint.
He exits out into the corridors and strides along at a walking pace, nobody giving him a second glance. Why would they since he's one of them, only he was the one unlucky enough to be assigned to Kylo Ren. That was his job and not the one the First Order gave him. No, that was given to him by the man he was heading towards to rescue. Follow his big brother and make sure he's okay. And that's what he's done for all these years. It wasn't a bad job, all things considered. It was better than what his parents had gotten up to, unscrupulous murderers that they were, killing for profit.
I've secured a way off the ship. All you need to do is get him there.
Reaching the door to where Junior was being held, he looked to the stormtroopers from beneath his own helmet, trying to give off an air of importance. This was going to be the easy part. All he had to do was lie and after all these years as a member of the First Order, he could do that easily enough.
"Lord Ren wishes to have the prisoner moved," he said smoothly. It was the truth, though he doubted they'd be too happy to know Lord Ren wanted the prisoner moved off the ship. They didn't need to know. It was easier that way.
"We haven't heard anything about this," one stormtrooper replied and Felix merely shrugged, knowing full well that none of the troopers were too pleased about the petty squabbling higher up.
"You're welcome to go ask for verification, but Lord Ren isn't a patient man and he does wish for the prisoner to be relocated immediately," he said with emphasis on the last word. That seemed to work because one stormtrooper opened the door for him and Felix gave the trooper a nod before heading in and going over to Junior, immediately getting to work freeing him and placing restraints around his wrists.
"Looks like it's your lucky day. You're getting rescued," Felix told Junior in a low voice. "Guess the Force is really with you, isn't it?"
Don't fail.
androit), Poe (blacksquadleader), and Felix (ambibionic)WHAT A certain someone gets captured by the First Order, so he needs to be rescued. Things don't go as planned.
WHEN [insert fitting timeline point here]
WHERE The Finalizer, most likely
WHY because why not, I say.
Junior has been captured. You need to rescue him.
That's what Felix wakes up to in his bunk aboard the star destroyer. It's not something he wants to hear, but it happened and he needs to get ready. Get dressed, grab a blaster, get going. He knows he can succeed. He's got the Force with him. Well, an angry Force user who'd rather not have Junior anywhere near the First Order if he can allow it. Which is as close to the Force being on his side as he can get, so he'll take it without complaint.
He exits out into the corridors and strides along at a walking pace, nobody giving him a second glance. Why would they since he's one of them, only he was the one unlucky enough to be assigned to Kylo Ren. That was his job and not the one the First Order gave him. No, that was given to him by the man he was heading towards to rescue. Follow his big brother and make sure he's okay. And that's what he's done for all these years. It wasn't a bad job, all things considered. It was better than what his parents had gotten up to, unscrupulous murderers that they were, killing for profit.
I've secured a way off the ship. All you need to do is get him there.
Reaching the door to where Junior was being held, he looked to the stormtroopers from beneath his own helmet, trying to give off an air of importance. This was going to be the easy part. All he had to do was lie and after all these years as a member of the First Order, he could do that easily enough.
"Lord Ren wishes to have the prisoner moved," he said smoothly. It was the truth, though he doubted they'd be too happy to know Lord Ren wanted the prisoner moved off the ship. They didn't need to know. It was easier that way.
"We haven't heard anything about this," one stormtrooper replied and Felix merely shrugged, knowing full well that none of the troopers were too pleased about the petty squabbling higher up.
"You're welcome to go ask for verification, but Lord Ren isn't a patient man and he does wish for the prisoner to be relocated immediately," he said with emphasis on the last word. That seemed to work because one stormtrooper opened the door for him and Felix gave the trooper a nod before heading in and going over to Junior, immediately getting to work freeing him and placing restraints around his wrists.
"Looks like it's your lucky day. You're getting rescued," Felix told Junior in a low voice. "Guess the Force is really with you, isn't it?"
Don't fail.
[ closed ]
WHO Will Vega, Jr (androit), Ash Starmer (subroutined)
WHAT Some silly nonsensical "turned into a kid" stuff
WHEN Around 2107, alternate spinoff of Peaches 'verse
WHERE idk around Junior or Ash's place
WHY why the fuck not
Little seven year old Junior had absolutely no idea where he was. It was some kind of little apartment, nothing huge or spectacular, but it was unfamiliar and made him scared all the same. If he'd been brought here while he napped, his grandparents would be around somewhere, right? Sometimes they had to do things and couldn't leave him at home so he got to come along and do keep himself busy out of earshot. This wasn't like that.
He was really tempted to stay exactly where he was and wait. They would find him eventually, right? But maybe they didn't know he was awake now... he wouldn't leave the apartment, but maybe he could look around the rooms. Peeking his head around the corner of a doorframe, he loudly tried to whisper, "Granma? I'm awake... are you here? Granpa?"
androit), Ash Starmer (subroutined)WHAT Some silly nonsensical "turned into a kid" stuff
WHEN Around 2107, alternate spinoff of Peaches 'verse
WHERE idk around Junior or Ash's place
WHY why the fuck not
Little seven year old Junior had absolutely no idea where he was. It was some kind of little apartment, nothing huge or spectacular, but it was unfamiliar and made him scared all the same. If he'd been brought here while he napped, his grandparents would be around somewhere, right? Sometimes they had to do things and couldn't leave him at home so he got to come along and do keep himself busy out of earshot. This wasn't like that.
He was really tempted to stay exactly where he was and wait. They would find him eventually, right? But maybe they didn't know he was awake now... he wouldn't leave the apartment, but maybe he could look around the rooms. Peeking his head around the corner of a doorframe, he loudly tried to whisper, "Granma? I'm awake... are you here? Granpa?"
[ closed ]
WHO Will Vega, Jr (androit), Kenzi Malikov (onteamdyson)
WHAT One vampire just happens to have a good, delicious snack named Junior who doesn't mind hanging out every now and then
WHEN Sometime at night
WHERE OUT
WHY fluff fluff fluffy fluff
Junior wasn't really sure if he was early or if Kenzi was late. It was somewhat routine by now that they'd probably miss each other once before finally actually meeting up since they tended to congregate in populated places. Something about seeming less suspicious starting out in hangout spots even if they weren't doing anything that would actually come off as suspicious. Some of those little lessons from his grandparents that never really faded with time.
Either way, he had his eyes peeled and was patiently standing where he was as a beacon of tallness for Kenzi to find. He could have tried focusing his own ability of sensing faelike creatures but that only worked some of the time and left him with a killer headache to force it.
Tonight was supposed to be lighthearted, hanging out and maybe grabbing something to eat for Junior and letting Kenzi have a bite, too. Windowshopping or whatever else caught their eye. No need to start it off bad.
androit), Kenzi Malikov (onteamdyson)WHAT One vampire just happens to have a good, delicious snack named Junior who doesn't mind hanging out every now and then
WHEN Sometime at night
WHERE OUT
WHY fluff fluff fluffy fluff
Junior wasn't really sure if he was early or if Kenzi was late. It was somewhat routine by now that they'd probably miss each other once before finally actually meeting up since they tended to congregate in populated places. Something about seeming less suspicious starting out in hangout spots even if they weren't doing anything that would actually come off as suspicious. Some of those little lessons from his grandparents that never really faded with time.
Either way, he had his eyes peeled and was patiently standing where he was as a beacon of tallness for Kenzi to find. He could have tried focusing his own ability of sensing faelike creatures but that only worked some of the time and left him with a killer headache to force it.
Tonight was supposed to be lighthearted, hanging out and maybe grabbing something to eat for Junior and letting Kenzi have a bite, too. Windowshopping or whatever else caught their eye. No need to start it off bad.
three's company, too | [ psl ]
WHO Felix Bakar (ambibionic), Will Vega, Junior Edition (androit), Ash Starmer 2.0 (subroutined)
WHAT Some people don't care enough for their belongings, even the sentient ones. Junior and Felix are gonna fix a few of those shortcomings for their new... acquisition.
WHEN 2106. Junior is 26, Felix is 28, Ash is ??? clone?
WHERE Local shopping center. Mall. Thing.
WHY We don't have to explain ourselves to you
It had been a while in coming and some struggle with financing, but eventually (finally), Junior and Felix had managed to "relieve" Ash of his duty at the company where he had been "employed". (Owned was more like it, and Junior tried not to think about what it meant to save one synth from his fate while leaving the rest there in continued disservice to their individuality.) The two of them owed Ash a lot, not the least of which being their current relationship status. It was a bit convoluted all told, but the fact of the matter was, once Junior understood what was happening with the business, he couldn't just leave it alone.
So, not only did they have a synthetic clone under joint possession between them but it had become rapidly apparent that Ash had no possessions to his name. Two sets of clothing. That was all he was released to them with and it definitely wasn't enough, no matter that he didn't sweat or otherwise dirty them at the same speed or in the same way as breathing humans did. Now they were at the mall, and Junior was hoping to get out of it with minimal attention. It was how he always operated in too big of an open space, much more happy to focus on the people he came with than anything else external.
"All right, where first?" he asked to the both of them. Ash's accent was foreign but there was no way of telling whether that was natural or programmed, so he wasn't going to assume he might not be familiar with the area. "I haven't actually been to this mall for a while... Has anything changed?"
ambibionic), Will Vega, Junior Edition (androit), Ash Starmer 2.0 (subroutined)WHAT Some people don't care enough for their belongings, even the sentient ones. Junior and Felix are gonna fix a few of those shortcomings for their new... acquisition.
WHEN 2106. Junior is 26, Felix is 28, Ash is ??? clone?
WHERE Local shopping center. Mall. Thing.
WHY We don't have to explain ourselves to you
It had been a while in coming and some struggle with financing, but eventually (finally), Junior and Felix had managed to "relieve" Ash of his duty at the company where he had been "employed". (Owned was more like it, and Junior tried not to think about what it meant to save one synth from his fate while leaving the rest there in continued disservice to their individuality.) The two of them owed Ash a lot, not the least of which being their current relationship status. It was a bit convoluted all told, but the fact of the matter was, once Junior understood what was happening with the business, he couldn't just leave it alone.
So, not only did they have a synthetic clone under joint possession between them but it had become rapidly apparent that Ash had no possessions to his name. Two sets of clothing. That was all he was released to them with and it definitely wasn't enough, no matter that he didn't sweat or otherwise dirty them at the same speed or in the same way as breathing humans did. Now they were at the mall, and Junior was hoping to get out of it with minimal attention. It was how he always operated in too big of an open space, much more happy to focus on the people he came with than anything else external.
"All right, where first?" he asked to the both of them. Ash's accent was foreign but there was no way of telling whether that was natural or programmed, so he wasn't going to assume he might not be familiar with the area. "I haven't actually been to this mall for a while... Has anything changed?"
[ psl ]
WHO Will Vega, Jr (androit), Felix Bakar (ambibionic)
WHAT guess who just saw X-Men: Apocalypse and wanted more evil, power hungry Oscar Isaac (hint: it's us)
WHEN About usual timeline for these two. 2106, Junior is 26, Felix is 28.
WHERE Start at the bakery, work our way from there
WHY read: what
Every now and then, it was easy to forget what he really was. Not that it was a thought that ever left him, but an instinct you cold live through without acknowledging. Like breathing or walking or getting up in the mornings. His power was delicate and difficult to comprehend — not that Junior allowed himself to slack on maintaining control, oh no — which meant that he would be better off letting it rot while he lived his own simple life. His powers had nothing to do with who he was or what he was capable of. Even if sometimes it made things a little more convenient than not.
His day was like any other, just working in his bakery and considering what he would need to restock, where he would need to meet up on interviews for part-timers and everything in between. He wasn't worried about his status, not even with the quiet murmur of mutants on the rise in the area getting everyone into a tizzy; some poor teenager had grown into their genes in a way that was hard to ignore, and that left a sour taste in everyone's mouth. Even though his own mutant puberty hadn't been so noticeable, it had been a disaster nonetheless. It was more than enough reason to keep his head down through the panic and confusion, the gossip and sensationalization.
The store was empty at the moment, blinds pulled down in the harsh afternoon light leaving only the silhouette visible from the outside, and Junior still had some things to get done. Glancing at the door to make sure no one was coming in, he twisted his hand and the broom started its work across the floor. Dirty to clean. Maybe he could have pushed harder and forced the shop to clean itself but there was a sort of simplicity he enjoyed in watching the effect he could have, making it more mundane than awe-inspiring. Like this, he could pretend his power was something banal like telekinesis. He could certainly approximate plenty of different things if he thought long enough about what forces acted against each other; as long as nothing was accomplished in a true neutral fashion, Junior would usually mimic it.
And considering that for every action, there was a reaction, well... he had plenty of room to work with.
Glancing to the door once more, he quickly shoved the broom back into the corner with the wave of his hand and got back to tending the counter when he saw someone approaching. Easy, simple, nothing to worry about. Just another day. No indulgence here. Better to save the rest for after hours, probably. Maybe never. "Hey, uh, welcome. Anything I can get you?"
androit), Felix Bakar (ambibionic)WHAT guess who just saw X-Men: Apocalypse and wanted more evil, power hungry Oscar Isaac (hint: it's us)
WHEN About usual timeline for these two. 2106, Junior is 26, Felix is 28.
WHERE Start at the bakery, work our way from there
WHY read: what
Every now and then, it was easy to forget what he really was. Not that it was a thought that ever left him, but an instinct you cold live through without acknowledging. Like breathing or walking or getting up in the mornings. His power was delicate and difficult to comprehend — not that Junior allowed himself to slack on maintaining control, oh no — which meant that he would be better off letting it rot while he lived his own simple life. His powers had nothing to do with who he was or what he was capable of. Even if sometimes it made things a little more convenient than not.
His day was like any other, just working in his bakery and considering what he would need to restock, where he would need to meet up on interviews for part-timers and everything in between. He wasn't worried about his status, not even with the quiet murmur of mutants on the rise in the area getting everyone into a tizzy; some poor teenager had grown into their genes in a way that was hard to ignore, and that left a sour taste in everyone's mouth. Even though his own mutant puberty hadn't been so noticeable, it had been a disaster nonetheless. It was more than enough reason to keep his head down through the panic and confusion, the gossip and sensationalization.
The store was empty at the moment, blinds pulled down in the harsh afternoon light leaving only the silhouette visible from the outside, and Junior still had some things to get done. Glancing at the door to make sure no one was coming in, he twisted his hand and the broom started its work across the floor. Dirty to clean. Maybe he could have pushed harder and forced the shop to clean itself but there was a sort of simplicity he enjoyed in watching the effect he could have, making it more mundane than awe-inspiring. Like this, he could pretend his power was something banal like telekinesis. He could certainly approximate plenty of different things if he thought long enough about what forces acted against each other; as long as nothing was accomplished in a true neutral fashion, Junior would usually mimic it.
And considering that for every action, there was a reaction, well... he had plenty of room to work with.
Glancing to the door once more, he quickly shoved the broom back into the corner with the wave of his hand and got back to tending the counter when he saw someone approaching. Easy, simple, nothing to worry about. Just another day. No indulgence here. Better to save the rest for after hours, probably. Maybe never. "Hey, uh, welcome. Anything I can get you?"
[ closed ]
WHO Will Vega, Jr (androit), Ash Starmer 2.0 (subroutined).
WHAT One of Junior's friends is getting fed-up with his lack of action on his real life crush, so Junior finds an outlet on his doorstep.
WHEN idk just barely after Junior moves back home, like he's 26 or something
WHERE Junior's hometown! Somewhere convenient!
WHY why not, I ask you
When Junior had been talking with an old friend after meeting up to catch up on lost times, he hadn't expected the conversation to go the way it had. Making life artificially was illegal, highly so and for good reason with all the things you could do before it was born, but approximating it had apparently become the new craze of all the top researchers. Joking around that Junior needed something to work his energy out on before he could calm down and just talk to Felix about Real Life Important Things (Such As Love) was all well and good, but a cyborg? Well, android. Except not that either, because those terms had already been adopted from the popular lexicon for other things. This was just... a doll, of sorts.
Not that it made it any less weird. Times were crazy and Junior wasn't sure he felt like keeping up.
What he hadn't expected was for his friend to go through with it, actually make up an order and have it sent to his apartment above Buns 'N Roses like it was a candygram or an express-shipped package. This was... not quite a person, but close enough to be weird. Huh. Standing in the doorway and looking at the redhead on the other side, there wasn't a lot he could say.
"You're, um... Justin sent you?"
androit), Ash Starmer 2.0 (subroutined).WHAT One of Junior's friends is getting fed-up with his lack of action on his real life crush, so Junior finds an outlet on his doorstep.
WHEN idk just barely after Junior moves back home, like he's 26 or something
WHERE Junior's hometown! Somewhere convenient!
WHY why not, I ask you
When Junior had been talking with an old friend after meeting up to catch up on lost times, he hadn't expected the conversation to go the way it had. Making life artificially was illegal, highly so and for good reason with all the things you could do before it was born, but approximating it had apparently become the new craze of all the top researchers. Joking around that Junior needed something to work his energy out on before he could calm down and just talk to Felix about Real Life Important Things (Such As Love) was all well and good, but a cyborg? Well, android. Except not that either, because those terms had already been adopted from the popular lexicon for other things. This was just... a doll, of sorts.
Not that it made it any less weird. Times were crazy and Junior wasn't sure he felt like keeping up.
What he hadn't expected was for his friend to go through with it, actually make up an order and have it sent to his apartment above Buns 'N Roses like it was a candygram or an express-shipped package. This was... not quite a person, but close enough to be weird. Huh. Standing in the doorway and looking at the redhead on the other side, there wasn't a lot he could say.
"You're, um... Justin sent you?"
insertdadjoke2016-03-27 03:25 pmEntry tags:
#damsellife [ closed psl ]
WHO Cain (insertdadjoke), Rachel Conway (gotbottle).
WHAT Cain gets in over his head, Rachel is there to poke her nose into everything.
WHEN idk 2015?
WHERE Warehouse district of some indistinct coastal US city.
WHY idk my bff Ozzy
( Cut text is hard, you guys )
insertdadjoke), Rachel Conway (gotbottle).WHAT Cain gets in over his head, Rachel is there to poke her nose into everything.
WHEN idk 2015?
WHERE Warehouse district of some indistinct coastal US city.
WHY idk my bff Ozzy
( Cut text is hard, you guys )
Entry tags:
how do life [ closed psl ]
WHO Will Vega, Jr (androit), Leia Organa (borntoresist)
WHAT how do college... how do.. independence... how do life????
WHEN About 2098 when Junior is starting college.
WHERE Start at a supermarket, work from there.
WHY because I love you all
This was not going entirely to plan. Not that he was floundering or anything, and he had the funds to sustain himself for a while no matter how much he messed up, but Junior was rapidly realizing that living away from home was not as simple as finding replacements for everything he left and simply continuing on. There were such things as shopping lists for basic necessities that he actually hadn't gotten the hang of; most of his shopping had been the ingredient sort, which he knew well enough, but what about the other things? Long-lasting supplies and such.
What he should have done was call his grandparents. Admit he needed some help and he may have shooed them off a little early with his enthusiasm to start learning and making himself better, more of an adult who didn't need his grandparents' guidance to know what kind of laundry detergent to buy. He looked again at the rudimentary list he'd drawn up and brushed his hair away with a little narrow-eyed squint. This was clearly the fault of the list. He should have prepared that thing better. Maybe he should call Felix? Talking to him would at least cheer him up...
But no. No, he could do this. It was a shopping trip. What the hell? He didn't need to call the cavalry. Starting to move before fully looking away from his list, he pulled up short almost immediately when he nearly ran over the person who was already in that space. Which was pretty impressive considering he was still a runt well into early adulthood now. "Whoa—I'm so sorry! Sorry. Um, that... I was just thinking. Sorry," he said, once again shifting his hair as if the action would hide him.
androit), Leia Organa (borntoresist)WHAT how do college... how do.. independence... how do life????
WHEN About 2098 when Junior is starting college.
WHERE Start at a supermarket, work from there.
WHY because I love you all
This was not going entirely to plan. Not that he was floundering or anything, and he had the funds to sustain himself for a while no matter how much he messed up, but Junior was rapidly realizing that living away from home was not as simple as finding replacements for everything he left and simply continuing on. There were such things as shopping lists for basic necessities that he actually hadn't gotten the hang of; most of his shopping had been the ingredient sort, which he knew well enough, but what about the other things? Long-lasting supplies and such.
What he should have done was call his grandparents. Admit he needed some help and he may have shooed them off a little early with his enthusiasm to start learning and making himself better, more of an adult who didn't need his grandparents' guidance to know what kind of laundry detergent to buy. He looked again at the rudimentary list he'd drawn up and brushed his hair away with a little narrow-eyed squint. This was clearly the fault of the list. He should have prepared that thing better. Maybe he should call Felix? Talking to him would at least cheer him up...
But no. No, he could do this. It was a shopping trip. What the hell? He didn't need to call the cavalry. Starting to move before fully looking away from his list, he pulled up short almost immediately when he nearly ran over the person who was already in that space. Which was pretty impressive considering he was still a runt well into early adulthood now. "Whoa—I'm so sorry! Sorry. Um, that... I was just thinking. Sorry," he said, once again shifting his hair as if the action would hide him.
Entry tags:
[ psl ]
WHO Junior (androit), Kylo Ren (derriphan)
WHAT Two brothers separated by fate, brought back together again by the same.
WHEN Uhhh, just pre-movie. During the search for Luke's map.
WHERE Finalizer, I think!
WHY because why not
After coming to blows with a contingent of Stormtroopers planetside, Junior hadn't really expected to wake up in one piece. Or wake up at all, that had always been a possibility. Despite the fact that he wasn't a fighter, he did dangerous things for the sake of his mother and the Resistance, or his father and their smuggling. There was always risk involved, a cost-benefit analysis that he tended to ignore in favor of being there for his family. It wasn't quite a conscious reaction to the Ben's abandonment fifteen years ago, but if someone poked at it, he couldn't well deny the possibility.
Everything involving Ben had a lot of complicated feelings surrounding it, after all.
His whole body ached, senses flaring out in pain before he could stop himself and, even if it was obvious he was awake by now, Junior kept his eyes closed and took stock before anything else. His back was a blazing sun of pain where he had taken a tonfa just barely shielded by his meager knowledge of using the Force to move and hold objects. The rest of him was a mass of pain and bruises but his back was probably the worst-off. Not a good scenario if he wanted to get back home anytime soon. Next, he reached out with his Force sense — one of two things that came naturally to him — and halted almost immediately for the presence sitting right above him.
Eyes shooting open, Junior found himself face-to-face with a hardened mask. One he had never seen before in person, but depictions and dreams were more than enough. "Ben?"
androit), Kylo Ren (derriphan)WHAT Two brothers separated by fate, brought back together again by the same.
WHEN Uhhh, just pre-movie. During the search for Luke's map.
WHERE Finalizer, I think!
WHY because why not
After coming to blows with a contingent of Stormtroopers planetside, Junior hadn't really expected to wake up in one piece. Or wake up at all, that had always been a possibility. Despite the fact that he wasn't a fighter, he did dangerous things for the sake of his mother and the Resistance, or his father and their smuggling. There was always risk involved, a cost-benefit analysis that he tended to ignore in favor of being there for his family. It wasn't quite a conscious reaction to the Ben's abandonment fifteen years ago, but if someone poked at it, he couldn't well deny the possibility.
Everything involving Ben had a lot of complicated feelings surrounding it, after all.
His whole body ached, senses flaring out in pain before he could stop himself and, even if it was obvious he was awake by now, Junior kept his eyes closed and took stock before anything else. His back was a blazing sun of pain where he had taken a tonfa just barely shielded by his meager knowledge of using the Force to move and hold objects. The rest of him was a mass of pain and bruises but his back was probably the worst-off. Not a good scenario if he wanted to get back home anytime soon. Next, he reached out with his Force sense — one of two things that came naturally to him — and halted almost immediately for the presence sitting right above him.
Eyes shooting open, Junior found himself face-to-face with a hardened mask. One he had never seen before in person, but depictions and dreams were more than enough. "Ben?"
Entry tags:
[ psl ]
WHO Will Vega, Jr (androit), Felix Bakar (ambibionic)
WHAT Most unconventional omegaverse couple you may ever meet.
WHEN idk they're adults
WHERE Places.
WHY bad fic makes us sad. good rp makes us happy.
It was a good day so far. Even if they really hadn't done anything, and nothing existentially important was going on, Junior was in good spirits. He had Felix, and he had his grandparents, and even if they had this party to go to, it was more than enough for everyone to be together. They still weren't "officially" together yet despite it being the most open secret of all time; their arrangement wasn't anything hidden, but the paperwork and actual legality was still stuck in bureaucratic hell. That was whatever.
Right now, Junior didn't care for any of that. While he'd gone out to mingle for a bit, mostly just listening in to conversations and nodding his head and pretending he cared about what everyone was talking about, he found himself drawn back to Felix more and more. Sometimes just passing him by to brush his shoulder or let his hand cup around his waist briefly before moving on, but soon he simply placed himself behind his fiancé and wrapped his arms around his sides with a contented hum.
"Having a good time?" he asked. It was hard for Felix to ever not have a good time where people and parties were involved. Still, it was the best way for Junior to ask after him. He definitely did not want Felix to feel unattended right now.
androit), Felix Bakar (ambibionic)WHAT Most unconventional omegaverse couple you may ever meet.
WHEN idk they're adults
WHERE Places.
WHY bad fic makes us sad. good rp makes us happy.
It was a good day so far. Even if they really hadn't done anything, and nothing existentially important was going on, Junior was in good spirits. He had Felix, and he had his grandparents, and even if they had this party to go to, it was more than enough for everyone to be together. They still weren't "officially" together yet despite it being the most open secret of all time; their arrangement wasn't anything hidden, but the paperwork and actual legality was still stuck in bureaucratic hell. That was whatever.
Right now, Junior didn't care for any of that. While he'd gone out to mingle for a bit, mostly just listening in to conversations and nodding his head and pretending he cared about what everyone was talking about, he found himself drawn back to Felix more and more. Sometimes just passing him by to brush his shoulder or let his hand cup around his waist briefly before moving on, but soon he simply placed himself behind his fiancé and wrapped his arms around his sides with a contented hum.
"Having a good time?" he asked. It was hard for Felix to ever not have a good time where people and parties were involved. Still, it was the best way for Junior to ask after him. He definitely did not want Felix to feel unattended right now.
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[ closed ]
WHO Will Vega, Jr. (androit), Felix Bakar (ambibionic)
WHAT A date? Maybe. Probably. Or not.
WHEN idk have we decided years yet
WHERE An Art Gallery.
WHY because Junior's parents are DEAAAAAD
Junior had never been good with words. Even as a child, expressing himself had been an exercise in frustration, pantomime and a lot of learned independence. It wasn't for lack of trying or his grandparents' best efforts. Word just didn't come. They weren't his to share. Not like Felix, who made words into beautiful tapestries and could talk for hours without once stumbling over himself or searching for descriptions he couldn't find. It was a compliment to how they worked, able to read each other in the ways no one else could grasp, shoring up their weak spots.
Words didn't work for Junior, but maybe he could get some ideas from the art gallery. Even if he wasn't going to get that lucky, their mutual friend had an exhibit that was to be unveiled that day and it was an opportunity. He'd had plenty of them, and somehow kept messing them up, but he wasn't going to throw in the towel. He would keep trying to make himself known to Felix for however long it would take.
It helped that the exhibit was going to be on cyborgs in society. Something Junior appreciated considering the status of his best friend as a cyborg. In society. (Those words sure are handy, huh, Junior?) The subject was close to both of them for the same but different reasons. Plenty of things to try talking about.
"This one's nice," Junior heard himself say as they stopped in front of some vague-shapes-forming-a-vaguer-picture. The other exhibit wasn't quite open yet, but they would be unveiling it soon. Not very smooth, he had to admit, though he would still give himself points for effort.
androit), Felix Bakar (ambibionic)WHAT A date? Maybe. Probably. Or not.
WHEN idk have we decided years yet
WHERE An Art Gallery.
WHY because Junior's parents are DEAAAAAD
Junior had never been good with words. Even as a child, expressing himself had been an exercise in frustration, pantomime and a lot of learned independence. It wasn't for lack of trying or his grandparents' best efforts. Word just didn't come. They weren't his to share. Not like Felix, who made words into beautiful tapestries and could talk for hours without once stumbling over himself or searching for descriptions he couldn't find. It was a compliment to how they worked, able to read each other in the ways no one else could grasp, shoring up their weak spots.
Words didn't work for Junior, but maybe he could get some ideas from the art gallery. Even if he wasn't going to get that lucky, their mutual friend had an exhibit that was to be unveiled that day and it was an opportunity. He'd had plenty of them, and somehow kept messing them up, but he wasn't going to throw in the towel. He would keep trying to make himself known to Felix for however long it would take.
It helped that the exhibit was going to be on cyborgs in society. Something Junior appreciated considering the status of his best friend as a cyborg. In society. (Those words sure are handy, huh, Junior?) The subject was close to both of them for the same but different reasons. Plenty of things to try talking about.
"This one's nice," Junior heard himself say as they stopped in front of some vague-shapes-forming-a-vaguer-picture. The other exhibit wasn't quite open yet, but they would be unveiling it soon. Not very smooth, he had to admit, though he would still give himself points for effort.
littlelightofmine2016-01-11 02:13 amEntry tags:
these wounds they will not heal
WHO Kylo Ren (littlelightofmine), Casey Ramone (dragonaught)
WHATA wild emo appears Jamjar stuff, badly injured Kylo Ren pops up, Casey stumbles upon him.
WHEN uhhhhh
WHERE uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh somewhere????
WHY becauseLeo Han Solo is a terrible dad.
Everything hurt.
Strictly speaking, that wasn't exactly true, but enough of him hurt that it qualified as pretty much everything in his mind. That girl had done a number on him during their duel and he had fallen back onto the ground once she had sprinted away, not really in any condition to move despite the planet falling apart around him. Kylo closed his eyes and pounded the wound in his side, keeping him sharp enough to at least not pass out from his injuries.
There was a slight shift though, Kylo felt like a ripple in the Force that went oddly quiet as the rumbling ground beneath him stopped. Eyes fluttering open, he forced himself into a sitting position, wincing at the wound at his side aching at the movement before noticing his surroundings. This wasn't the planet that made up the Starkiller base. A sun illuminated the sky and the temperature was far warmer than the base could ever be.
Immediately, he looked around in search of his lightsaber, but it was nowhere to be found. Kylo frowned and then hissed at the pain any sort of facial movement caused the new cut. Thankfully, lightsaber wounds were cauterized due to the makeup of the blade. He could not say the same thing about the injury thanks to Chewbacca's bowcaster. That was bleeding a fair bit and he'd have to take care of that soon enough or there'd be a problem.
littlelightofmine), Casey Ramone (dragonaught)WHAT
WHEN uhhhhh
WHERE uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh somewhere????
WHY because
Everything hurt.
Strictly speaking, that wasn't exactly true, but enough of him hurt that it qualified as pretty much everything in his mind. That girl had done a number on him during their duel and he had fallen back onto the ground once she had sprinted away, not really in any condition to move despite the planet falling apart around him. Kylo closed his eyes and pounded the wound in his side, keeping him sharp enough to at least not pass out from his injuries.
There was a slight shift though, Kylo felt like a ripple in the Force that went oddly quiet as the rumbling ground beneath him stopped. Eyes fluttering open, he forced himself into a sitting position, wincing at the wound at his side aching at the movement before noticing his surroundings. This wasn't the planet that made up the Starkiller base. A sun illuminated the sky and the temperature was far warmer than the base could ever be.
Immediately, he looked around in search of his lightsaber, but it was nowhere to be found. Kylo frowned and then hissed at the pain any sort of facial movement caused the new cut. Thankfully, lightsaber wounds were cauterized due to the makeup of the blade. He could not say the same thing about the injury thanks to Chewbacca's bowcaster. That was bleeding a fair bit and he'd have to take care of that soon enough or there'd be a problem.
devilsinthedetails2015-10-17 01:50 amEntry tags:
a guide to courting your whitelighter (in eight easy steps) [ psl ]
WHO Cole Turner and Chris Halliwell
WHAT The sisters and Leo disappear under new identities at the end of season and stay gone, leaving Wyatt and Chris (and eventually their baby sister Melinda) to be raised by their grandfather Victor and their powers bound. Cole is pulled from the void with his powers intact and charged to watch over the kids as some sort of ghostlighter. Fast forward to the kids being in their late teens/early twenties, where they learn that they're the new Charmed Ones, Wyatt and Chris are whitelighters, and that they're stuck under Cole's now visible watchful eye.
WHEN uh, the future?
WHERE around
WHY because Leo has topped himself by being an even worse parent.
This was a mess. Cole knew the kids hated him after he had been trying to push them into training harder than he really should have been and alienated all three of them from him. Chris was the one he pushed farthest away just by him being so much like his incredibly stubborn mother. Things had gotten somewhat better after Cole's ingenious plan to summon Patty from beyond the grave so that she could not only teach her youngest grandson to channel his active power properly, but also teach all three of her grandchildren about being witches and what that meant. It didn't make Cole get back into everyone's good graces, but it settled things enough that everything went back to some level of normalcy around the house.
Wyatt and Melinda had some level of acceptance of magic forcing its way into their lives, but Chris still fought it and every time Chris left, Cole followed at a distance, letting him try to have some sort of life while keeping him safe from the magical forces that wanted him dead just for being one of the Charmed Ones. Eventually though, Cole had enough of this sulking around and trying to stupidly prove that he could have a normal life, so he dusted in where he sensed Chris to be and looked around. Oh good, he wasn't in public and was alone. That was always good.
"Alright, I think the two of us need to talk about some things and set down some ground rules from here on out," Cole started and immediately held up a hand. "Don't even think about orbing off because I can and will follow you through every realm and plane your orbs can reach, so let's just skip the part where you run off like a kid at least half your age, okay?"
WHAT The sisters and Leo disappear under new identities at the end of season and stay gone, leaving Wyatt and Chris (and eventually their baby sister Melinda) to be raised by their grandfather Victor and their powers bound. Cole is pulled from the void with his powers intact and charged to watch over the kids as some sort of ghostlighter. Fast forward to the kids being in their late teens/early twenties, where they learn that they're the new Charmed Ones, Wyatt and Chris are whitelighters, and that they're stuck under Cole's now visible watchful eye.
WHEN uh, the future?
WHERE around
WHY because Leo has topped himself by being an even worse parent.
This was a mess. Cole knew the kids hated him after he had been trying to push them into training harder than he really should have been and alienated all three of them from him. Chris was the one he pushed farthest away just by him being so much like his incredibly stubborn mother. Things had gotten somewhat better after Cole's ingenious plan to summon Patty from beyond the grave so that she could not only teach her youngest grandson to channel his active power properly, but also teach all three of her grandchildren about being witches and what that meant. It didn't make Cole get back into everyone's good graces, but it settled things enough that everything went back to some level of normalcy around the house.
Wyatt and Melinda had some level of acceptance of magic forcing its way into their lives, but Chris still fought it and every time Chris left, Cole followed at a distance, letting him try to have some sort of life while keeping him safe from the magical forces that wanted him dead just for being one of the Charmed Ones. Eventually though, Cole had enough of this sulking around and trying to stupidly prove that he could have a normal life, so he dusted in where he sensed Chris to be and looked around. Oh good, he wasn't in public and was alone. That was always good.
"Alright, I think the two of us need to talk about some things and set down some ground rules from here on out," Cole started and immediately held up a hand. "Don't even think about orbing off because I can and will follow you through every realm and plane your orbs can reach, so let's just skip the part where you run off like a kid at least half your age, okay?"
aggrandize2015-10-07 12:19 pmEntry tags:
insert GLaDOS quote here. [ psl ]
WHO Chris Halliwell (aggrandize) / Cole Turner (devilsinthedetails)
WHAT Pacific Rim AU. Chris is the neurotic, traumatized would-be Jaeger pilot and Cole used to be the neural handshake test dummy for newbies on account of having a rare mental disorder. Then Chris came along.
WHEN uh ider the dates in PacRim. Sometime. It happens sometime.
WHERE SHATTERDOOOOME
WHY Leo why did you leave your family, Leo why did you leave your oldest son to go crazy, LEO WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE GUARDIANSHIP OF YOUR YOUNGEST
This was just a formality, really. Their neural handshake had already gone smooth as could be when they were found out to be a compatible pairing. Chris had to keep telling himself that, because the stories he'd heard of other recruits trying to make sense of Cole Turner's mind while it split apart around them only made him wonder more and more what kind of fluke of nature had caused his compatibility. Maybe it was because he was broken inside, too, but that was too depressing a thought and he shoved it away.
Suited up and entering the test room, Chris took a deep breath to steel himself. This time was for real, for keeps, minds introduced to each other and pressed until they opened up and shared what needed to be in order to clear the air. There wasn't any room for surprises in a Jaeger; the kaiju weren't going to give anyone a moment's rest, so they had to be ready.
He could do this. He would do this. There was no other choice.
aggrandize) / Cole Turner (devilsinthedetails)WHAT Pacific Rim AU. Chris is the neurotic, traumatized would-be Jaeger pilot and Cole used to be the neural handshake test dummy for newbies on account of having a rare mental disorder. Then Chris came along.
WHEN uh ider the dates in PacRim. Sometime. It happens sometime.
WHERE SHATTERDOOOOME
WHY Leo why did you leave your family, Leo why did you leave your oldest son to go crazy, LEO WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE GUARDIANSHIP OF YOUR YOUNGEST
This was just a formality, really. Their neural handshake had already gone smooth as could be when they were found out to be a compatible pairing. Chris had to keep telling himself that, because the stories he'd heard of other recruits trying to make sense of Cole Turner's mind while it split apart around them only made him wonder more and more what kind of fluke of nature had caused his compatibility. Maybe it was because he was broken inside, too, but that was too depressing a thought and he shoved it away.
Suited up and entering the test room, Chris took a deep breath to steel himself. This time was for real, for keeps, minds introduced to each other and pressed until they opened up and shared what needed to be in order to clear the air. There wasn't any room for surprises in a Jaeger; the kaiju weren't going to give anyone a moment's rest, so they had to be ready.
He could do this. He would do this. There was no other choice.
dragonaught2015-10-05 06:24 pmEntry tags:
you look like you're having fun. [ psl ]
WHO Casey (dragonaught) / Gabriel (cozykindler)
WHAT Magicpunk/modern setting where a young human is courted by a dragon who believes the human is their one and only special person. Adorable dates ensue.
WHEN Casey is 21, Gabriel is ??? who knows with dragons, man...
WHERE Between a museum and a restaurant.
WHY because we're tired of s6 Leo being shit and wanted cute
The museum had been fantastic. Casey was still getting over how educated and charming Gabriel was, even in the midst of breathtaking art both magical and mundane, they just couldn't take their eyes off him the entire time. It was embarrassing, being caught more than once, but it was hard not to look and be in pleased wonder every time he was still there. This was real and it was all for Casey, and that was something they were going to cherish for a very long time. This was one of their first dates after the fateful party where they'd met and yet... walking down the road, hand-in-hand, making their way to dinner as the sun gave way to dazzling stars and galaxies residing beyond...
It felt only natural.
Thoughts going into far too sappy a direction, Casey raised their free hand and covered their mouth to prevent the smile trying to blossom. Oh, Gabriel was definitely going to think they were going too far, too fast, too swept off their feet. They had to be missing something somewhere. If they could just keep following the right steps a little while longer before Gabriel caught on to how clueless they were about all this, then... then maybe they could make it real. Fake it until you make it.
"I'm having fun," they said, more of a murmur considering their hand was still trying to stifle the smile. "I hope you are, too. Are you?"
dragonaught) / Gabriel (cozykindler)WHAT Magicpunk/modern setting where a young human is courted by a dragon who believes the human is their one and only special person. Adorable dates ensue.
WHEN Casey is 21, Gabriel is ??? who knows with dragons, man...
WHERE Between a museum and a restaurant.
WHY because we're tired of s6 Leo being shit and wanted cute
The museum had been fantastic. Casey was still getting over how educated and charming Gabriel was, even in the midst of breathtaking art both magical and mundane, they just couldn't take their eyes off him the entire time. It was embarrassing, being caught more than once, but it was hard not to look and be in pleased wonder every time he was still there. This was real and it was all for Casey, and that was something they were going to cherish for a very long time. This was one of their first dates after the fateful party where they'd met and yet... walking down the road, hand-in-hand, making their way to dinner as the sun gave way to dazzling stars and galaxies residing beyond...
It felt only natural.
Thoughts going into far too sappy a direction, Casey raised their free hand and covered their mouth to prevent the smile trying to blossom. Oh, Gabriel was definitely going to think they were going too far, too fast, too swept off their feet. They had to be missing something somewhere. If they could just keep following the right steps a little while longer before Gabriel caught on to how clueless they were about all this, then... then maybe they could make it real. Fake it until you make it.
"I'm having fun," they said, more of a murmur considering their hand was still trying to stifle the smile. "I hope you are, too. Are you?"
ruinsprofessor2015-07-31 10:46 pmi can feel the draw pulling me back [psl]
WHO Raine Sage ruinsprofessor and Cain insertdadjoke
WHAT an archaeologist finds herself a very old and very confused spirit. Sort of.
WHEN a year or so after the reuniting of the two worlds
WHERE initially, outside Asgard, in the Balacruf region
WHY Reasons. and ruins.
She'd been meaning to revisit Balacruf for a while now, really. There had been shifts, when the worlds reunited. Not many -- for the most part, Origin had handled it with grace -- but some things that had been hidden had been revealed. The reverse was true also, of course, but fortunately there hadn't been any loss of life, and no too great loss of property or history.
So: Balacruf. Genis and Lloyd were in Asgard for the moment, and Raine had taken a rheaird out to the Balacruf Mausoleum. The original ruins were still intact, thankfully, and Raine stepped through the passages with her mind nearly somewhere else entirely. The monsters had subsided, were barely a threat now, and she was free to ruminate as she went.
Something... something was off, pinging her sense for mana in a distant, distant way. Raine cut her review of the seal ruins short, returned to the entrance, frowning. Whatever it was, it wasn't earth-shattering, but neither could she lay a finger on what it was. Peculiar. She headed down the hill, seeking out the more newly revealed area; no one had yet dared venture in, and it was the primary reason she'd come out this far, in any case. It might hold history from before the splitting of the world, was one of the only places really likely to, and that was certainly worth investigating.
ruinsprofessor and Cain insertdadjokeWHAT an archaeologist finds herself a very old and very confused spirit. Sort of.
WHEN a year or so after the reuniting of the two worlds
WHERE initially, outside Asgard, in the Balacruf region
WHY Reasons. and ruins.
She'd been meaning to revisit Balacruf for a while now, really. There had been shifts, when the worlds reunited. Not many -- for the most part, Origin had handled it with grace -- but some things that had been hidden had been revealed. The reverse was true also, of course, but fortunately there hadn't been any loss of life, and no too great loss of property or history.
So: Balacruf. Genis and Lloyd were in Asgard for the moment, and Raine had taken a rheaird out to the Balacruf Mausoleum. The original ruins were still intact, thankfully, and Raine stepped through the passages with her mind nearly somewhere else entirely. The monsters had subsided, were barely a threat now, and she was free to ruminate as she went.
Something... something was off, pinging her sense for mana in a distant, distant way. Raine cut her review of the seal ruins short, returned to the entrance, frowning. Whatever it was, it wasn't earth-shattering, but neither could she lay a finger on what it was. Peculiar. She headed down the hill, seeking out the more newly revealed area; no one had yet dared venture in, and it was the primary reason she'd come out this far, in any case. It might hold history from before the splitting of the world, was one of the only places really likely to, and that was certainly worth investigating.
calumniate2015-07-05 02:17 amEntry tags:
[ psl ]
WHO Diego Silva (calumniate) and Noah (demideific)
WHAT A demigod and a mob boss sometimes dabble in sadomasochism as stress relief
WHEN after a big plot event that fucks things up slightly
WHERE resistance headquarter
WHY insert blaming Leo here because it's forever his fault
It was absolute chaos. That was really all that could be said about what happened. The fallout was bad with them, though more people were shaken up than downright injured. Even then, there were still injuries and trying to settle things back to some level of normalcy for them in the desolate future they had to survive in. Diego took it all in stride, as he had to, since he was the only person who was smart enough to stand against the Terminals and the only one capable of actually leading if their group actually succeeded in changing the status quo.
Everyone came first in this time of need and he was dealing with taking care of his subordinates when he finally spotted Noah, wound up and stressed like the rest of his followers. Diego knew that taking care of Noah was top priority, not because he thought he couldn't deal with this, but because he was fully aware of what exactly Noah was and having him pushed to the brink would only make the demigod of a cure snap and get violent with those around him and Diego really didn't feel like cleaning up yet another mess alongside the current one he was already dealing with.
At the first moment he could, he passed his duties along to others that could carry the load and made sure he wouldn't be bothered for the rest of the day before he went to find Noah, which was easy enough knowing the demigod like he did. Not even looking to see if he was busy or not, he walked over to him and cleared his throat loudly. "Stop what you're doing and get your ass to my room," he rumbled in a tone that sounded a bit irritated but truly wasn't. "C'mon kid, we don't have all day, so get into gear and move it."
calumniate) and Noah (demideific)WHAT A demigod and a mob boss sometimes dabble in sadomasochism as stress relief
WHEN after a big plot event that fucks things up slightly
WHERE resistance headquarter
WHY insert blaming Leo here because it's forever his fault
It was absolute chaos. That was really all that could be said about what happened. The fallout was bad with them, though more people were shaken up than downright injured. Even then, there were still injuries and trying to settle things back to some level of normalcy for them in the desolate future they had to survive in. Diego took it all in stride, as he had to, since he was the only person who was smart enough to stand against the Terminals and the only one capable of actually leading if their group actually succeeded in changing the status quo.
Everyone came first in this time of need and he was dealing with taking care of his subordinates when he finally spotted Noah, wound up and stressed like the rest of his followers. Diego knew that taking care of Noah was top priority, not because he thought he couldn't deal with this, but because he was fully aware of what exactly Noah was and having him pushed to the brink would only make the demigod of a cure snap and get violent with those around him and Diego really didn't feel like cleaning up yet another mess alongside the current one he was already dealing with.
At the first moment he could, he passed his duties along to others that could carry the load and made sure he wouldn't be bothered for the rest of the day before he went to find Noah, which was easy enough knowing the demigod like he did. Not even looking to see if he was busy or not, he walked over to him and cleared his throat loudly. "Stop what you're doing and get your ass to my room," he rumbled in a tone that sounded a bit irritated but truly wasn't. "C'mon kid, we don't have all day, so get into gear and move it."
interradical2015-06-01 03:58 amEntry tags:
let's recreate the big bang [ psl ]
WHO Brian (interradical) and Rowan (antipodal)
WHAT Just two guys sharing time with each other. Nothing weird at all, no alien oddness whatsoever.
WHEN :iiam:
WHERE Brian's place.
WHY blame wankgate for something good for once.
Another day, another dollar, another evening spent at home. It was a familiar routine, recently being readjusted to the introduction of someone else in his life. That was new. More than new. It was exhilarating, even if Brian had no idea how it had happened. Whirlwind romances weren't his thing, but maybe he had never been looking in the right places. Rowan wasn't his perfect match or the kind of guy he dreamed about as a teen, but there was an undeniable attraction both in and out of the sheets. They just fit.
He'd only just returned home, but Rowan was already there. They'd given each other keys a while ago, just half a foot shy of actually moving in together, and Brian couldn't reasonably say he minded. Kept to himself pretty well, had a small circle of friends and a good reputation at work, but it was lonely at home more often than not. He was on the couch and removing his shoes when the smell hit him, revitalizing a tired mind ready to shut off for the night.
"Is that dinner already on the stove?" he called.
interradical) and Rowan (antipodal)WHAT Just two guys sharing time with each other. Nothing weird at all, no alien oddness whatsoever.
WHEN :iiam:
WHERE Brian's place.
WHY blame wankgate for something good for once.
Another day, another dollar, another evening spent at home. It was a familiar routine, recently being readjusted to the introduction of someone else in his life. That was new. More than new. It was exhilarating, even if Brian had no idea how it had happened. Whirlwind romances weren't his thing, but maybe he had never been looking in the right places. Rowan wasn't his perfect match or the kind of guy he dreamed about as a teen, but there was an undeniable attraction both in and out of the sheets. They just fit.
He'd only just returned home, but Rowan was already there. They'd given each other keys a while ago, just half a foot shy of actually moving in together, and Brian couldn't reasonably say he minded. Kept to himself pretty well, had a small circle of friends and a good reputation at work, but it was lonely at home more often than not. He was on the couch and removing his shoes when the smell hit him, revitalizing a tired mind ready to shut off for the night.
"Is that dinner already on the stove?" he called.