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maskormenacelogs2020-02-10 10:10 pm
obediences) wrote in maskormenacelogs2020-02-10 10:10 pm
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they're mopping up the butcher's floor of your broken little hearts.
WHO: Luther & Allison Hargreeves
WHERE: The Hargreeves house in Nonah
WHEN: Backdated to Feb 1
WHAT: Returning from CNC2020 and the City, and learning that most of their family's Ported out in the meantime.
WARNINGS: sads!!! Plus some likely references to canon-typical violence, child soldiers, and their nastier AU selves. Will edit if anything else comes up.
Even with the disorientation of suddenly finding himself back in another universe, dizzied with ten years of conflicting memories churning up a storm in his skull, there's still this thought: it's all so horrifically familiar.
MESSAGE UNDELIVERABLE: MAILBOX DEACTIVATED
Undeliverable messages for anything sent to Diego, to Klaus, even Vanya; and then, on a desperate whim, trying Five's long-since-deactivated ID. There wasn't an immediate network pingback from Ben or Allison, but that's no guarantee, is it? Is it?
And so he's hurrying home, the very first thing he does. Luther's slamming open the front door and breaking into a run as he goes up the stairs, and down he goes that long, long hallway, which doesn't look one bit like the one back home and yet is far too reminiscent of it anyway— He slams open door after bedroom door, unheeding of potential privacy, almost ripping the doors off their hinges. Looking for his siblings. And the rooms are empty.
Empty.
Empty
Empty
It's the last room, at the end of the hall, the one right next to his, that has his heart leaping up into his throat most. Strangling him with a dull terror, a fist clenched hard around his heart, his pulse jackhammering like a rabbit's. Gone is the slick, confident Number One, or the viciously-smug Space — now he's just like a lost teenager, panicking again, finding himself alone again for the first time in a decade, and after only the briefest knock, he's already barreling through into Allison's bedroom in a blind panic.
WHERE: The Hargreeves house in Nonah
WHEN: Backdated to Feb 1
WHAT: Returning from CNC2020 and the City, and learning that most of their family's Ported out in the meantime.
WARNINGS: sads!!! Plus some likely references to canon-typical violence, child soldiers, and their nastier AU selves. Will edit if anything else comes up.
Even with the disorientation of suddenly finding himself back in another universe, dizzied with ten years of conflicting memories churning up a storm in his skull, there's still this thought: it's all so horrifically familiar.
MESSAGE UNDELIVERABLE: MAILBOX DEACTIVATED
Undeliverable messages for anything sent to Diego, to Klaus, even Vanya; and then, on a desperate whim, trying Five's long-since-deactivated ID. There wasn't an immediate network pingback from Ben or Allison, but that's no guarantee, is it? Is it?
And so he's hurrying home, the very first thing he does. Luther's slamming open the front door and breaking into a run as he goes up the stairs, and down he goes that long, long hallway, which doesn't look one bit like the one back home and yet is far too reminiscent of it anyway— He slams open door after bedroom door, unheeding of potential privacy, almost ripping the doors off their hinges. Looking for his siblings. And the rooms are empty.
Empty.
Empty
Empty
It's the last room, at the end of the hall, the one right next to his, that has his heart leaping up into his throat most. Strangling him with a dull terror, a fist clenched hard around his heart, his pulse jackhammering like a rabbit's. Gone is the slick, confident Number One, or the viciously-smug Space — now he's just like a lost teenager, panicking again, finding himself alone again for the first time in a decade, and after only the briefest knock, he's already barreling through into Allison's bedroom in a blind panic.