mayfield_rpg | Puzzle 029 - Forwarded-dated to tomorrow

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Puzzle 029 - Forwarded-dated to tomorrow

[Forest outskirts.]

[Luke sits on the outskirts of the forest with two makeshift headstones in front of him. He knows getting too close to the forest is dangerous, what with those bears and all, but he wanted to make sure the grave site he's made won't be disturbed.

Two names have been craved into the stones: Clark and Brenda Triton.

Luke smiles sadly. This was want he wanted, right? He could visit their graves in Mayfield, so he might as well visit them here.]

It's about time I made a decent memorial. Isn't that right, mum and papa?

...I'm sorry. It's been a while since I had the chance to talk to you. You'll never believe the sort of place I'm in now, and some of the people I've met. I'd rather be home in London, to be honest, but it can't really be helped. I've grown up a lot since you last saw me. I'm almost fourteen now. You missed my thirteenth birthday, you know. ...I think I spent it here in Mayfield, not that it really matters. I guess it just feels like I've been here for a long time.

...Oh! I learned make a golem too! A really big one, he's almost done. You'd be so proud of you could see it. And I'm living with some people who are taking really good care of me, so you don't...

You don't have to worry about...

[Luke clenches his fists until his knuckles turn white. Here he was, making a fake memorial to his dead parents who weren't even buried here. Who was he even kidding? It's not like a fake memorial was going to change the fact that they were dead. He stands up, shaking in anger.]

T-this...

This is so stupid!

[Around Mayfield.]

[Luke is making his way home after an unpleasant visit to his parents' "graves". He's in a terrible mood and not watching where he's going while making his way down the street, which is why he'll probably end up bumping into you.]

Oi, watch it!

[ooc: Luke is from a future London where his parents died in an explosion and he was never taken in by a Professor Layton. Also I'm still on hiatus. Shhh...]

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[Watching from afar is none other than Luke's surrogate father figure. He leans against a nearby tree in silence, watching sympathetically as Luke speaks to his dead parents. He sighs. Edward Nashton knows what it's like to lose a family. At least, this Edward does, anyway.

He once had a wife along with two beautiful children. But they were mercilessly taken away from him by Ultraman, by the Crime Syndicate of America. All to try and remove one more superhero from the twisted world he lived in. Subconsciously, Edward raises a hand and brushes it against the left side of his face. He may not have regained the physical scars just yet, but the mental scars have never left him.

It's his fault that Sarah and Tad are gone. That Stephie's consciousness is now contained within the S.P.H.E.R.E. And now she's all alone, a poor little girl trapped in a compromised world much like her father is trapped in this one. If he could only find a way to get back to her, to bring everyone back...]

There's nothing stupid about it.

[Luke stumbles forward in surprise, quickly turning around. It wasn't too surprising that Edward would be able to find him, but he still wasn't expecting any company.

Ah, hello there, foster father. Luke smiles nervously in return. Edward was one of the few people who hadn't left him yet. One of the few people Luke could call family.

Really, the family he had here was the only one he had.]

O-oh, hi papa.

Luke.

[Edward can't say he really minds the title Luke's given him, or the responsibilities that go with it. He's lost one family already. He won't lose another.]

You miss them. Don't you?

[Luke goes quiet, glancing down.]

...It doesn't matter. They're not here anymore.

[Mild indignation.]

I'd say it would still matter a great deal.

Edited 2012-06-01 08:32 (UTC)

They're not coming back. It's not like talking to a couple of rocks is going to change anything.

...Suppose I told you there was a way to change things. A way to change everything.

What would you say to that?

[Luke perks up immediately.]

...What do you mean?

[It sounded impossible, but he was willing to listen.]

All it would take to change the world---to change the universe---is power. The right kind of power. Power that, unfortunately, this place doesn't plan on leaving at our doorstep in a neat little box.

...I can bring my family back?

I don't have to lose anyone anymore?

[The hopeful expression he makes is that of a boy who is ready to do whatever it takes to play God.]

Of course you can. We both can.

Neither of us will have to lose anyone ever again.

[His next response comes quickly.]

How?

The keystones.

Before I was dragged here against my will, I was able to find three keystones of unspeakable power. Not that they're aware of their own power, mind you. But these three are capable of universal instability. They create that energy themselves.

...And how to you plan to get these keystones?

[Connla frowns and crosses his arms.]

That's not very polite!

I don't care.

You should. Hasn't your mother taught you better?

[Oh Connla, that's a very bad thing to say to Luke. He quickly reaches forward to grab the other boy by the collar.]

Shut up!! What do you know!

[Connla is used to be strong, so he doesn't expect to be hefted up like that.]

I am the son of Aoife! I know more than most mere mortals know!

[...yeah okay he definitely can't lift him, but the grip's still there.]

I don't care who you are, you don't talk about my mum!

Why can't I? You have one, don't you?

No, I don't. And even if I did, you still shouldn't talk about her.

Oh.

[He has no idea what to say.]

...Then I don't know how you should act.

[Luke let's go of the boy's shirt.]

Yeah, I don't either.

...I'm sorry.

[Walks over. Ukraine is much more powerful in her AU world. But she still cares about people.]

It's not foolish.

[Hello aunt Ukraine. Luke rests his head on his arms.]

It's foolish to talk to rocks. It's not like they're coming back.

They may not be. But keeping their memory alive is never foolish. It is a way to honour them.

I just...no, it's selfish to wish they were here.

[ He likes the forest, he often goes there to hide, and Luke there is a surprise to him. Sure, it may not be the wisest place to seek refuge when you were in a wheelchair, but -- Charles found paths and flat ground that make it possible. He hasn't even met the boy. He understands the loss, at least. The time with Erik in the camps had taught him more about the loss of others than anything. He also understood the desire to to remember it. He often found himself staring down at his wrist for the numbers that were once tattooed there. Charles' own mind had been so jumbled that he's barely able to know if that desire was his own or someone else's before he arrived here. With his ability shut off, he was finally starting to rebuild himself. ]

There is nothing wrong with a desire to remember.

[Luke glances at Charles, surprise on his face. He wasn't expecting people all the way out here.

But his shoulders droop and he resumes staring at the two headstones.]

This isn't how I wanna remember them.

I -- I'm sorry, I'm disturbing you.

[ He hesitates, leaning into his chair and shifting his body a little to get a better look. ]

It's better than not at all. Some people aren't afforded that, I understand.

[Luke just stares at the headstones a bit longer.]

I've been through a lot of families already. I'm so sick of it.

I'm sorry.

[ He means it, too. He is very sincere. He knows what it is like to lose everyone. To have changed forced upon you. You do have his sympathy. ]

It doesn't mean you can't get past it, though. There is always a chance.

I guess. I'd like to think maybe the one I have right now will stick, but I don't know.

Things can change in an instant. If you don't hope too much and just prepare for it, then it won't be as disappointing.

Yeah, I guess so. Seems kind of silly to get attached.

It's okay to get attached if you prepare. [ Expect the worst... ]

[of course he's going to bump into Rin. She can't see where she's going!

So she turns to glare at the little blue blob.]

No, you watch it! ♪

[For a brief second it feels like something doesn't quite add up here, but he pushes it aside.]

Rin?

[....squint]

Oh, it's .... you.

Luke, right? ♪

[she hasn't seen him in a while, so she didn't recognize his 'blob' through the glasses.]

Mhm, it's me.

[His expression softens a bit.]

I don't think I've seen you in glasses before.

You didn't? Sheesh, it's been forever then! Stupid town gave these back to me in December, not like I wanted them. ♪

Why not? They look kind of cool.

[The woods are different. Which made them the perfect setting for a man trying to think about something else. Think about nothing. Anything but the constant weight of grief and regret and futility. So seeing Luke is a lot like realizing he's been walking in place]

[Crouching next to him] It is very frustrating, I know that.

[Luke glances up in surprise, but turns his attention back to the graves.]

I'm not sure frustrating is the word I'd use...

Forgive me, perhaps I was too quick in choosing words.

Though I'm not sure if any amount time would help.

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Puzzle 029 - Forwarded-dated to tomorrow

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