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maskormenacelogs2015-03-25 05:21 pm
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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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No.
[He drops his hand to his side.]
No, not everything. We're really here. You're really here. All right? I know you are. And I know I am. [It shades a little more bitter: like he could forget.] Maybe there's something false that they've put in your head, whoever did this to you. But it's not all false.
This'll get reversed, Kitty. It always does.
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It's so confusing. Because she remembers learning so much, and she remembers looking back on her younger self and thinking, I was nothing more than a tool. She feels now like the image that her older self had of her. She feels like a little fool, but it's in the here and now, and it's...it's hard, it's - strange, it's...
She feels mad.
She rubs her eyes. ]
I just - What if they're using us? What if it's all lies? What if they've done something so that we don't...disobey, or...
[ She looks up at him. ]
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['They'. He looks steadily back at Kitty. In his pocket, there's half a pack of cigarettes, and he wants very badly to go for one right now. Smoking cuts both hunger and tension--only a little, but sometimes that little matters very much.]
Any control they've got, it's the same as anyone else's. Government, laws, prisons and police--whatever media propaganda they use for keepin' people in line, if you want t' start sounding paranoid. But controlling us, so we don't disobey? They can't do that. And if they can, it won't stick.
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[ You sound paranoid and mad. Yet in spite of that, in spite of that mad paranoia, she can't shake it. She can't even stop herself talking like this. ]
You hear all the time about...imPorts who go home. Come back without memories. When you go through the Porter, right, then...things happen to your brain. Or - it might be these nanites, right? I mean, they're powerful enough that we can just look at something in ancient Greek and read it like it's our native language. If they can switch the language in our brains, why can't they switch other information? Right?
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[There's no arguing with any of that. And the impulse to tend toward the paranoid--Mitchell barely needs any encouragement in that direction. It's all a web, isn't it. It's all interconnected.
Except--]
But then why don't they do it all the time? If they want to make us forget everything, by poking around in our heads--then they could leave it so we didn't remember at all. So that we didn't even question if they could do it or not. If they were really keen on tying up loose ends, they'd pull all of it out of our heads. And every time we thought to question it, they'd wipe us clean.
But they don't. Because I don't think it's something they can control. Maybe they say they can, maybe it seems like it. But it's beyond then. See, that's the thing, about bein' in control. Nearly half of your power comes of convincing people you can do anything. They get to thinking that and they start giving credit for stuff you can't possibly do.
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[ But it is true...If they have control, why would they make her be someone who remembers fighting so ferociously against the government? Why would they give her this undercurrent of anger? Right now, she wants to go and fight. They'd make her different if they could...Right?
She reaches up and tugs on a strand of hair. It's weird. It's too long. It feels wrong, being this long, not sitting just below her ears. ]
I don't know. I must sound like a complete bloody nutter right now.
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[He's not all that tall, but he's still got to crouch down to get more on her level. It feels a little ridiculous--but it would be worse to take her by the shoulders and stare down at her, right? Like he's imparting some great wisdom on her.
So instead he crouches, to meet her eye, very seriously.]
It doesn't. [A beat; fairly, he adds--] Or it does. But that's only 'cause we're here in the first place, and all of this sounds mad.
But we're going to remember this conversation. Just like I remember all the other conversations we've had. And you remember them too--I know you do, 'cause you've probably got a better memory than I do. [Not true: vampires forget nothing. But it's nice to say.] And whatever's done this to you, it'll get reversed, the way that it always does. They'll figure it out. And if it doesn't, we'll find a way to turn you back. I swear we will.
All right?
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It scares her so bad. She holds herself together enough that she doesn't grab at him - except for one little gesture, a hand hooked in his coat. And she doesn't cry - except for the tears that well up in her eyes and get blinked back. Neither of those count. Definitely - definitely neither of those count. ]
Yeah.
[ And if her voice sounds shaky...If her voice sounds shaky, then she's sure he'll overlook it. ]
You're right. I'm...
[ A breath. ]
Thanks. Thanks, Mitchell.
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Hey, yeah.
[He gives her a smile, encouraging.]
You're going to be all right. Now come on, let's get out of this park. I'll buy you a deep-fried chocolate bar.
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That sounds completely foul. I definitely want it.
[ She's too caught up in herself right now. If she were a little more aware, she'd remember that she's careful about touching people - that she always is careful to make certain that her power won't be dangerous to them, and she doesn't know whether her power is dangerous to him. They never figured that out. But she's so wrapped up in her problems - so she just shifts her hand, and just tightens her grip on his fingers like they're a lifeline. ]
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But her fingers grip at him, a momentary squeeze of pressure--and somewhere deep in his chest, Mitchell feels an echo of that pressure, a pulse, like the kind of jolt you get when you touch your fingers against an electric socket. The shadow of it passes across his face, deadens his smile--]
What's--
[--Or so he starts, but the word smears. And for a moment--just a moment, the span of two heartbeats, two real heartbeats, steady and sure--under the grip of Kitty's fingers, his hand goes warm, almost hot, a flush of life.]
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Mitchell...?
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Th--
[Whatever he's going to say, he doesn't even manage to complete the word. Instead, his gaze fixes on the grasp of her fingers, and he tugs backwards, once, sharp, and pulls his hand free.
And all that warmth goes out of him all at once, sucked neatly away, and the tight feeling in his chest lets up in that same instance. With a gasp, Mitchell stares down at his hand, at his fingers that still retain some tingle of warmth to them.]
Jesus.
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[ My power. Kitty goes a little pale as she realizes - the warmth in him, the pain, it'll be because of her. Because she nullifies powers. Including vampirism -
She draws back at once, face going pale. ]
Oh my God - Mitchell - Are you all right?
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[He flexes his fingers, experimentally--and then shakes out his hand, quickly, a single sharp movement, a twist at his wrist. Christ.]
Yeah, yeah, I'm-- [And slowly, it starts to become true, as the whole thing fades altogether. Familiar cold and familiar stillness, and a feeling rather like emerging from beneath the surface of the water--a rush, as everything fills in and filters out all at once. Uncertainly, he laughs.]
I'm fine. [With more strength, he looks up at Kitty, and sees the fear written there. For a moment, as everything in him struggles to readjust, realign--he likes it. The look of fear. It plays on some sense in him, some dark little space.
He shakes that off too. The smile that he gives her is still a little unsure--but it's real.]
Sorry. Yeah. Look, it's all right. No harm done. It was just-- weird, for a moment.
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But...What, then. Her touch warmed him. Her touch made his heart beat again. There's a stupid part of her that thinks that's enchanting, and that thinks about the fact that - Well. They can touch. She can touch him. That's nice, right?
Stupid being stupid. ]
All right.
[ She swallows past her dry throat. Her arms cross over her chest; her face is uncertain. ]
Sorry. I didn't even...think about that. About my powers. I ought to have done.
[ And then, hesitantly: ]
Should we...get you to a hospital?
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[He refuses the offer, quickly--and then, relaxing, he repeats:]
No. It's all right. Hospital's more of a hassle for me than anything else. Doctors don't like anyone that hasn't got a regular heartbeat. Prejudiced.
[But he glances down at his hand again, on heartbeat, as the memory of that small moment overtakes him again. Without the actual warmth, without the grip of Kitty's hand, and the course of sudden life, he's got no way to frame it. His best comparison is the froth of blood under his teeth, in his throat. It had felt like that, only-- backwards, somehow. A heart's pulse, and the thrum of blood in veins, alive.
He looks up at Kitty again, and drops his hand. His smile this time is slightly stronger.]
It's fine. Really. And don't apologise. Neither of us were thinking--and no harm's been done. There's nothing to be sorry for. And if you apologise again-- [Heading her off, with a quick flash of humour; see how totally fine he is?] --I won't be buying you any deep fried chocolate bars at all.
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Yeah, all right.
[ And, a little more sure of herself still: ]
I'm taking back that sorry, then. All of them.
[ And then - ]
Was that...unpleasant? Was that bad? How it felt, I mean.
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[And he gives her an encouraging nod, first, very serious: yes, definitely take it all back, no second thought on that--but her second question surprises him enough that it gives him a moment of pause. Since when aren't deep fried chocolate bars enough to get someone to forsake a topic?
He doesn't look back down at his hand, but he sort of wants to.]
Uh-- no. Not--really.
[It doesn't sound convincing at all, and Mitchell acknowledges that with a short self-deprecating laugh. He shoves his hands into his pockets, and shrugs.]
It was just-- different. I haven't felt anything like it in-- God. [Better not to emphasize just how old he is, so--] Ages. A really long time. But-- bad? No.