Duncan Heimdall Jackson (
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Entry tags:
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- † atomic robo | n/a,
- † duncan jackson | heimdall,
- † hermann gottlieb | n/a,
- † james jesse | the trickster,
- † jo harvelle | n/a,
- † keladry of mindelan | lady knight,
- † leonard "alpha" church | ghost,
- † mewtwo | n/a,
- † mina | n/a,
- † newton geiszler | n/a,
- † qubit | n/a,
- † richard gansey | raven king
Mexico shenanigans group log [OPEN]
WHO: The Mexico evacuees!
WHERE: Mexico City (or also anywhere en route between the porter cities and there)
WHEN: Feb 15 onwards, through the duration of the coup
WHAT: Do you want Mexico shenanigans? Here is your catch-all/mingle post for Mexico shenanigans, please enjoy. (See the OOC mod post for details.)
WARNINGS: Please put warnings in your subjectlines if necessary!
WHERE: Mexico City (or also anywhere en route between the porter cities and there)
WHEN: Feb 15 onwards, through the duration of the coup
WHAT: Do you want Mexico shenanigans? Here is your catch-all/mingle post for Mexico shenanigans, please enjoy. (See the OOC mod post for details.)
WARNINGS: Please put warnings in your subjectlines if necessary!
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I have money.
[To order coffee, she means. She's aware enough to reach into her purse, to pull out her wallet, to hand some cash to Gansey.]
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No, don’t worry. I’ve got this. You sit.
Black coffee?
[ He’s assuming so, but she could be a latte person. He mostly just wants her to sit. ]
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[She says it automatically, the please a function of human manners. She doesn't care about manners but they make people perceive her a certain way, don't they.
She waits, and breathes, and takes out a pair of knitting needles. Between them is yarn so frail and so fragile that it looks like thread. She's not knitting furiously. Instead she's doing it methodically. The color of the thread is a pale, oddly iridescent gold.]
The Weaver went mad.
[No preamble. Back into this story.]
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It also takes him a moment to realize what she's saying, and then his eyebrows lift. She, after all, is doing a good job of emulating the weaver. ]
Ah. The...creator, who began it all? Because of what the animals did.
What happened to her?
[ He keeps his eyes on Saya, aware that she's trying to distract them both, but concerned for her all the same. ]
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She knits and it's smooth, the string moving over her manicured nails.]
No, not quite. Three spirits - Weaver, Wyld, and Wyrm. The Wyld to create, the Wyrm to destroy, and the Weaver to order.
[Her knitting is delicate, tiny, precise.]
She tried to control too much. She wove the nets that trapped the Wyrm.
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[ Gansey looks up at her, frowning, while his mind turns over the connection to other stories.
And other weavers. ]
She wanted to stop the fighting. But it did stop, you told me. That implies it worked, but the world could never stay like that. Death finds all of us eventually. No one can live forever.
[ Except Heimdall, he thinks. Maybe he should be listening to this story too. ]
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Imagine you can see your brother destroying the world and you know the only way to stop it is to cage him, but you cannot stop making this cage, ever.
Imagine you grow and grow and create and transform but your brother wants to kill you, and your sister cannot do anything but impose on him.
[She knits and knits, faster.]
So the Weaver, she was the first one to go mad. Creating the cage, it did her no small favors.
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Did it work, what she did? Did she save the world?
[ Even if only temporarily. ]
Is it supposed to be permanent?
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She put a stopper on a boiling pot.
[Saya's hands don't stop moving, the fine golden fabric seeming to materialize out of nothing.]
The Wyrm gets stronger. And madder.
[With her accent, it's clear she doesn't mean the American definition of mad - not angry, but crazy.]
One day the Weaving will no longer contain the Wyrm.
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It reminds me of the Norse legends. Although, in those, the creature bound is a great wolf, and the worm - or the serpent - is under the sea. But they both appear, at the end of the world. They call it Ragnarok.
[ He leans forward, folding his arms on the table. His eyes fall on what she's knitting, and it puts him in mind of the scarf she gave him for Christmas. The thought makes him smile. ]
What do you call it?
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[She loops thread around her wrist.]
It's apocalypse. The end of everything.
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[ He pauses, watching her. Wondering where she's going with this. ]
I'm still glad you told me.
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Do you think I'm crazy?
[She looks the furthest thing from crazy. She looks tired, more human than he's likely ever seen her.]
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Why would I? I've spent years searching for a sleeping King that no one else believes can be found, outside of the people I've convinced of it. And honestly, what you believe is no more strange than Christianity, or Islam, or Hinduism, or any other world religion that I've heard before.
[ Gansey's tolerance for the unusual is far higher than most people's, honestly. ]
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[She tilts her head down a little.]
Although if you had thought me crazy, it would hardly change my opinion.
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[ He drinks his coffee, sitting back from her a bit. ]
Are you feeling any better?
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Thank you.
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If you’d like, we can go back to the apartments. If we take it slow, you’ll be all right.
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I would, thank you.
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Come on, then. It’s a shame we don’t have the car with us.
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[She takes his arm, and it's clear she's still a bit dizzy.]