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mayfield_rpg2012-01-30 12:31 am
polariity) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-01-30 12:31 am
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2 ♊ Forever failing
[Phone]
[Early in the morning of the 30th, pick up the phone, and you'll hear the Psiioniic's breath, ragged and desperate. His voice is no better; he's clearly spent quite a bit of his time shouting.]
[Every day since this whole mess has happened, he's made sure to check on his friends, to make sure they're alright. Signless and Disciple are some of the most important people in his life, and knowing what happens in the future... after what happened to Milla because he was careless... He doesn't want to fail again.]
[It happens anyway.]
[The rage and despair in his voice could tear him apart if it were physical.]
They fucking took him.
[His voice shakes. He doesn't explain further.]
[Action]
[Almost immediately after that little announcement, anyone loitering near the factory will notice one figure in particular making run after run against it.]
[The Psiioniic doesn't have his troll body back. He doesn't have anything. Certainly nothing to get him past the electrified barrier protecting the factory, and each attempt shocks him backwards, body smashing against the ground and rolling until he lays there for a few minutes, a twitching mess.]
[Each failed attempt, he gets back onto his feet. Each time, it's more unsteady than the last.]
[Unlike his earlier phone call, the expression on his face isn't angry. It's just pure focused concentration...]
[And if you can see his cheeks shining as if there's something wet there, well, pay it no mind.]
[ooc: edit trigger warning for self harm in the Condesce thread]
[Early in the morning of the 30th, pick up the phone, and you'll hear the Psiioniic's breath, ragged and desperate. His voice is no better; he's clearly spent quite a bit of his time shouting.]
[Every day since this whole mess has happened, he's made sure to check on his friends, to make sure they're alright. Signless and Disciple are some of the most important people in his life, and knowing what happens in the future... after what happened to Milla because he was careless... He doesn't want to fail again.]
[It happens anyway.]
[The rage and despair in his voice could tear him apart if it were physical.]
They fucking took him.
[His voice shakes. He doesn't explain further.]
[Action]
[Almost immediately after that little announcement, anyone loitering near the factory will notice one figure in particular making run after run against it.]
[The Psiioniic doesn't have his troll body back. He doesn't have anything. Certainly nothing to get him past the electrified barrier protecting the factory, and each attempt shocks him backwards, body smashing against the ground and rolling until he lays there for a few minutes, a twitching mess.]
[Each failed attempt, he gets back onto his feet. Each time, it's more unsteady than the last.]
[Unlike his earlier phone call, the expression on his face isn't angry. It's just pure focused concentration...]
[And if you can see his cheeks shining as if there's something wet there, well, pay it no mind.]
[ooc: edit trigger warning for self harm in the Condesce thread]
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[He can't say 'keep safe'. Not completely. But still...]
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[He almost wished that he could be transferred into Psiioniic's house, that would make things easier.]
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[But for right now, Psii just takes Sollux back to his home, trying the door to see if it's unlocked.]
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Tho... I gueth we wait.
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I guess so.
[He wasn't prepared to let Psii leave yet, they were going to wait a while.]
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You have anyone elthe in thith houthe you can rely on...?
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[Of course Psii wouldn't understand not watching out for those in your own hive. For lowbloods and hippies especially, you at least did that much. Strength in numbers.]
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I'd totally move in with you guys but I heard that if you're out of your house for more then three days, you get droned.
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[Sigh.]
Fucking plathe.
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[He also sighs, closing his eyes.]
I'm not really sure what's better anymore. Mayfield or The Veil.
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Wouldn'tve met you in the Veil.
[Probably.]
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Yeah. I guess the people you meet here make up for how shitty it all is.
[And he was really glad to have met Psiioniic. He's like the father he never knew he wanted.]
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[Casually, he shifts his arm over Sollux's shoulders. When he had fist heard he had a descendent, he had been so certain he and the boy would hate each other. Worst case scenario, and if they were so alike, considering his own issues with self loathing... Well. You know.]
[But he's fond of this kid, and he remembers his own childhood, his own growing up. If they're so alike... He doesn't want Sollux to have to deal with that feeling of despair. He doesn't want anyone to have to go through that, especially this mirror image of himself.]
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Yeah.
[To be honest, ever since he talked to the Condesce, he was afraid. Not of her, per say, but he was afraid that when his ancestor got there, he would be completely disappointed in him. He would be dis-owned, looked down upon, and never forgiven.
And yet, Psiioniic practically took him in like he was his own son.]
[When he was younger, he would wonder about the mustard-blooded adult who shared most of his genes. He knew that he would most likely be a lot like him, smart, pretty good in the looks department, most likely bipolar and self depreciating. With those traits alone, he thought that meeting him would be a terror. He couldn't look at himself in the mirror without getting pissed off or upset, he was sure that meeting someone who was basically him just older would go down terribly.
He has never been so wrong.]
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[Gently, he begins to rub at Sollux's shoulders, wondering if that revival machine would ever be properly fixed. Wondering if his descendent's morail would come back. If Signless would be found.]
[Wondering at a lot of things. Not all of them pleasant, as the bandages around his throat can attest.]
[But at least it keeps him there.]
They'd yell at uth if we gave up, you know. Tho... jutht wait a little while.
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How long is a little while though?
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[It's not a good answer, but... it's all he can give.]
You tired?
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...no.
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[One more yawn, only slightly more fake.]
And I am the master at it, I could win fucking Olympic medals.
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[Ear tweak!]
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