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maskormenacelogs2015-03-25 05:21 pm
microbrobotics) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-03-25 05:21 pm
Entry tags:
- bart allen | kid flash,
- hiro hamada | n/a,
- jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- jonathan crane | scarecrow,
- tadashi hamada | n/a,
- † ana ramir | taranto,
- † barry allen | the flash,
- † bartimaeus | n/a,
- † benton fraser | n/a,
- † caitlin snow | frost,
- † charlie maxwell | n/a,
- † clark kent | superman,
- † commander shepard | blasto,
- † conan edogawa | n/a,
- † croach | the tracker,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † edward elric | the fullmetal alchemist,
- † emma swan | dark swan,
- † flame princess | n/a,
- † galatea | n/a,
- † garfield logan | beast boy,
- † hal jordan | green lantern,
- † hank schrader | n/a,
- † hime shirayuki | cure princess,
- † hub hikari | megaman.exe,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † john mitchell | n/a,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † jonathan joestar | n/a,
- † kaidan alenko | sentinel,
- † kaito kuroba | kaitou kid,
- † kasumi goto | n/a,
- † kay faraday | great thief yatagarasu,
- † ken amada | n/a,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † kotetsu t. kaburagi | wild tiger,
- † lana baumgartner | bombshell,
- † magicman | n/a,
- † manabu yuuki | punching bag,
- † matt murdock | daredevil,
- † may "mayday" parker | spider-girl,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † minato arisato | n/a,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † oliver queen | the green arrow,
- † peter parker | spider-man,
- † peter quill | star-lord,
- † ray kowalski | n/a,
- † rikki barnes | nomad,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † riza hawkeye | the hawk's eye,
- † roy mustang | the flame alchemist,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † shinjiro aragaki | n/a,
- † solf j. kimblee | crimson lotus alchem,
- † teresa | n/a,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon,
- † the red plains rider | n/a,
- † tony stark | iron man,
- † valeria richards | n/a,
- † wally west | kid flash,
- † winry rockbell | n/a
AGE PLOT SHENANIGANS
WHO: Everyone and anyone!
WHERE: De Chima, various
WHEN: Around 6 PM EST, March 25th
WHAT: Age plot kickoff!
WARNINGS: Cuteness.
[ LET'S GET THIS PARTY OFFICIALLY STARTED! Opening events so we don't do too much comm flooding (although people are welcome to make their own posts for the event). You're welcome to toplevel with your character if you'd like to have them show up somewhere else for this plot.
Current toplevels:
Spring Festival in a De Chima city park
De Chima #1
De Chima #1, later (Minato)
The age plot will run from March 25th through Sunday, March 29th. More deets available at the plotting post. ]
WHERE: De Chima, various
WHEN: Around 6 PM EST, March 25th
WHAT: Age plot kickoff!
WARNINGS: Cuteness.
[ LET'S GET THIS PARTY OFFICIALLY STARTED! Opening events so we don't do too much comm flooding (although people are welcome to make their own posts for the event). You're welcome to toplevel with your character if you'd like to have them show up somewhere else for this plot.
Current toplevels:
Spring Festival in a De Chima city park
De Chima #1
De Chima #1, later (Minato)
The age plot will run from March 25th through Sunday, March 29th. More deets available at the plotting post. ]
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He thinks life's thrown something good his way - he is noticing the difference in Ed's behaviour, and gently adapting what he's doing. He won't just let him inside. But perhaps he can convince him.]
I can see. Have you read the network lately? People are experiencing the same loss. We've conversed across it's channels a few times. It may be you don't remember me, but I remember you.
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[Obvious, but true. It's hardly a leap to imagine Ed being somewhat overwhelmed and confused by this. And yet he has no memory of this so must try to take others at their word. Has to trust them when he knows precisely one person in all of this. Winry.]
Did you want to come in or should I come for this session?
[Of course, at this point there is a great deal less to traumatize Ed so much. But there are still some fears. ]
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[Of course, what he wanted to keep his patients on edge - unable to relax, unable to trust anyone. It had been a kind of thrill to see their lost eyes. Could they believe him? Why didn't they trust him? They listened to him and they were afraid of him. And this boy before him?
Children were different subjects to adults, that's true. It's strange to decide what path to accept when Ed had been a healthy young man till two-three days ago. Adult minds were developed and fully capable of understanding what was happening. They often had things he could fill in, but physically they were grown. Children were growing. Their minds, their bodies, and their understanding of fear. He has a curiosity in turning the bullied against their tormentors. The angry and self-loathing he could turn against the world. The strong who picked on the weak were cretins who would learn how they made others feel.]
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[Ed seems to consider for a moment, before eventually letting the man inside. Not offering tea or coffee since obviously he himself is a big young for that, but he leads him in. Debating whether to stick to the lounge which is public or if this might be better to talk in his room.
Eventually, he goes with his bedroom, leading the way and shutting the door behind him. Sitting himself down on the bed as he watches Crane, curious and perhaps a little suspicious.]
So what were these sessions about?
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He indulges in a natural, curious look that anyone would give - then he's in the bedroom, making sure to have a good peek at anything that would give him insight into Ed's character. He notes. He ponders. He's just doing what anyone would in his situation, right? It's human behavior to investigate new surroundings.
He looks around for something to sit upon, and finds a chair by the window. He heads over and seats himself without invitation - at most, he gestures to it with his hand like he's seeking permission... and sits down anyway.]
I said you could talk to me any time, Ed. You came to me. We discussed problems in the past, and problems you've having now.
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He simply gives a nod, a vague wave of admitting Crane to sit at the chair as he settles on the bed, cross-legged and holding to his ankles a little.]
Problems I'm having now? Like being little again? Even Winry's bigger again now. But I'm not. I just want Al back. We just want Mom back.
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He hadn't known his mother at all, and had been raised by somebody terrible - somebody cruel. But he hadn't moaned. He hadn't cried or complained about wanting his life back.
He realises he's put his analysis of the room on the back foot - and it's going to stay there for now, for this is more intriguing.]
"Your mom?"
[A deliberate, childish choice of word. Speak in their language. Get them to talk.]
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[But Hohenheim never came. It's evident 'he' is likely Ed's father. Someone at this point he's obviously pissed off at for walking out. For never coming even to Trisha's funeral. Somehow wondering if she wasn't trying so hard to raise him and Al by herself she wouldn't have got sick. Either way, it meant they lost her. But not for long, if Ed can help it. What started as a means to make her smile might mean the way to bring her back - through alchemy. Which is forbidden, but Ed's willing to ignore and risk that. If there's a chance of bringing her back, seeing her smile again.
There's a pout, a frown at his features as his parents are brought up. Or, Hohenheim at least. Trisha he actually spent more time with, loves her. ]
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[He furrows a brow and leans forward. Unobtrusive, thoughtful, attentive. The itch to note is familiar - but sure enough, he's going to have to remember this to transcribe later.]
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[While earlier he may have sort of idolized Hohenheim in the brief family moments he wasn't in his study, now Ed's just not the biggest fan. Not after that. Leaving Trisha, having Al constantly ask where he was, when he would return. The frustration of not being able to answer and knowing it upset his mother and younger brother.]
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He supports his chin with his right fist. He pushes his glasses with his left forefinger, then lightly shakes his head. He sighs, sympathetically.]
It sounds like he doesn't care about you at all.
[Present tense. Bring the problem into the present.]
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[At least, that's what Ed figures. Hohenheim doesn't pay the boys any attention so surely he doesn't care. Didn't care enough to even write or call. Or show up to Trisha's funeral.]
Al kept asking when he'd be back. Like I know. He probably won't ever be back. It's been years.
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He won't ever be back, Ed. [His voice is thoughtful, soft. His words are a deliberate mirror.] It's been years, remember. In situations like these it's best to cut your losses and show him you're not scared.
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[A touch defensive. Or rather, a lot. But he's been doing his best with Al ever since. And they've been getting on well enough without Hohenheim coming back into the picture years later - too late.]
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He's not missed the fact Ed's called his father by his name. It tells him the familial bond is twisted and brittle - it hangs by a hair's breadth, and it's those kinds of fearful, precarious thoughts in people's heads that interest him the most.
So he verbally claws that scab open.]
Really? Are you sure? Fathers are not easily gotten rid of. They're nature's way of making us feel safe. You cannot say in your heart he's an imposter, because you know that's a lie.
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[Like taking care of his brother. Researching to do so via resurrecting Trisha with their alchemy. He may know and acknowledge Hohenheim as his biological father, but he has been absent so long. And when Ed's main memories of him are watching him in the study or that one lecture he gave Ed about Trisha loving both boys equally, years later when he left. Well. It's not the best.]
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He pushes his glasses up his nose.]
Like your brother, yes. [A pause - one heartbeat.] Of course. It's a wise idea to pace yourself. Speaking of health, are you certain you'll be fine?
[He's ready to go, almost. He's got the juicy information he wants.]
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Me? Yeah. I'm fine.
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It appears you have a handle on things. But if you struggle, should it become too much to bear, if you experience any kind of distress, please contact me. I'm here to help you any way I can.
[His voice is warm, considerate, and with a jovial tone - it's trying to keep up Ed's spirits, of course. He offers a small smile.]
But for now, if you'll excuse me. I must return to work.
[He's come all this way, in his free time, to see Ed. That would be worth something to most people. He turns for the door a moment later, glancing over his shoulder.]
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[Trying to be polite at least. He gives a wave as the other seems to be leaving, swinging his feet from the bed one last time before jumping down to escort him to the front door.]