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hadriel_logs2016-10-14 11:08 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-10-14 11:08 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- ahsoka tano,
- allison argent,
- alphys,
- armand,
- bianca,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- castiel,
- chara,
- cole,
- dean winchester,
- emily,
- faith carr,
- flick,
- frisk,
- gren,
- hannah washington,
- henry cheng,
- henry percy,
- jill valentine,
- jo harvelle,
- l lawliet,
- lea,
- maketh tua,
- mello,
- miriam day,
- nick valentine,
- noah czerny,
- pell,
- river tam,
- sam winchester,
- sans,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- tiny tina,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- will graham
Event Log: Keepsakes
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.
Well, Hope and Delight are messing with the door again, but at least this time dragons aren't involved, right? This attempt goes a bit better - sure, no one gets sent home, but if everyone will just look under their seats, they'll find a FREE [INSERT SOMETHING YOU MAYBE DIDN'T WANT AT ALL HERE]! Awesome! So nice! Yup, throughout these few days people will be finding things from home - something they loved, something they used all the time, something they hated, something they totally forgot they even had. All sorts of cool stuff!
Well, they might not actually find it. Their neighbor might, or a complete stranger. And who knows where it could turn up? At the park, half-buried? In the Silent Hill zone, kept safe by a horrifying monster? Or hey, maybe in somebody's underwear drawer. Awkward. Better try to find your stuff, or find the owner of whatever weird crap you found. It could be something important.► This log covers October 15th-October 19th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you somehow manage to die in this event, please let us know here, and also what the hell?
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[ He brought it here, he sat in it, he sat in it, and if it had powered up he would have continued to sit in it. It makes her furious, it makes her sad, and she wants to take a mallet to it and wreck the thing until it's so much smoke and metal and rubble. ]
Why didn't you throw it into the sea?
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Because it's mine.
[And then he does come out of hiding to glare at her, towering over her though he knows she's likely just as skilled as he is. But he's angry, and he's frightened, and he's not thinking straight. He has a million thoughts, a million memories, all clamoring for attention, fighting in his mind, and it hurts, it hurts...]
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You would rather forget!
[ That's the part that hurts, the part she doesn't understand; they stripped these things from him and yes, they are painful to reacquire, but is that more or less painful than what the chair itself does to him. ]
It's wrong.
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He doesn't know how to say these things, but he knows them as Truth.
Even if that truth has been shaken recently. The appearance of the chair just serves as a reminder of how much it has been shaken, how desperately he needs to be put back on course.
Because the longer he's away, the more correction he's going to need when he goes back.]
It's how it should be.
[He's angry because it shouldn't be questioned, but everyone keeps trying to question it for him, to take up his reality and put it back together in a different way, and he doesn't know if he can handle it anymore. He's broken enough as it is. At least with Hydra his broken pieces made sense. Without them he's just a pile of broken glass. Dangerous and useless.]
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They don't.
They're wrong.
If they came here, if they put you in the chair, she'd cut their throats.
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He can't word it, though. He just shakes his head, angrily, tries to walk away.
He can't face these thoughts, not when he knows what will come as soon as he goes back, as soon as they come here. Because one or the other will happen. It's bound to.]
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[ Because even if he killed her, she would simply wait to revive and do it again. Try it again. Because even if he didn't, they, Hydra, would revive and she would do it again.
Gods be damned.
She reaches for his arm and tugs at it. ]
They wouldn't protect you. They don't even care.
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Not supposed to care about your weapons.
[Not like that, anyhow. You keep them clean, maintained. You don't care about them.]
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But you're more than that, was once, and again will be!
Why is that so hard? Why are good things wrong?
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[He's resigned to it. Parts of being here have been a nice dream, really. Steve, River. The others. Pretending to be a person for a little while. But it can't last. Hydra's claws have sunk too deep.]
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[ She pushes him, puts all her weight and force into it, trying to shove him into the wall. Get him to respond. To feel something. Anything but this self-appointed, self-targeting apathy. ]
You are loved!
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He just goes. After a moment, he wraps his arms around her, and slides down to the floor with her, his face dropping to her shoulder.
It's a nice dream. One he can't seem to wake up from.
He's loved, she says.
He knows it's true, and it scares him so much. Because he doesn't know what he's supposed to do with it. What is he, who is he, if not a weapon? Everything he was supposed to know, that he thought he knew, it's been shaken and broken. He doesn't know who he is, or what he's supposed to do without Hydra. He's been lost and wandering for months, with only Steve as an anchor, and... it's been enough, but it shouldn't have been. And that's scared him too. That one small man he barely remembers can shake up his whole existence so thoroughly.
That one girl from another universe can shake it even more.
Hydra was all he was, all he knew. What is he supposed to do without them?
He doesn't even notice when he starts to cry into River's shoulder, his arms tight around her.]
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He's been standing there for a couple of minutes, catching his breath after chasing after them, encouraging River to go on ahead when Steve just couldn't keep up. He shows up in time to see River get upset, to see Bucky hold her and start to cry, and he's smart enough to know that both outbursts are rooted in the same thing - pain.
Their pain hurts him too, more than a punch, more than broken bones and the winter a few years ago when fever tried to eat him alive in his own bed. Steve comes over to where they are, sinking to his knees.]
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Both of them here, both of them just as deep into his head as Hydra, if not deeper.
He might not know what he'd do without Hydra, but he definitely doesn't know what he'd do without them.
He takes one arm from River and reaches it out the Steve, grasping for him. He needs them. He needs them both, so much, and it scares him. It scares him how much he wants them, too. Wants to be with them, wants them safe, wants them happy.]
Steve.
[He says it weakly. Come here, Steve. He needs you.]
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The reconstruction of self is a difficult and fraught process.
[ She also reaches for him. ]
You are loved.
[ This repeating is as much for that which is no longer the Winter Soldier as much as it is for Steve. As much as it is for herself, as amazing as it is to be loved by someone other than Simon. ]