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Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light (Private)

Started by Kyle Crane · January 12, 2022

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I'm in the dark, looking for light Crane sat up and sighed, running a hand down his face as he tried to wake up. It'd been a long night the night before - he'd had to bolt like hell to avoid those fucking volatiles. He wished he could say it'd been worth it - but the GRE's orders to burn the supplies had set them back a lot. He'd followed orders, but the guilt was already starting to eat away at him.

It was far too late to do anything about it now though - aside from trying to get more, which he wasn't entirely sure on - all things considered. When he stepped out of his room he could hear raised voices from clear down the way and immediately headed toward them. The guilt started to eat at him even more, as he knew what they were likely arguing about.

And sure enough the 'debate', if one could call it that, was about going to Rais to purchase Antizin. Before he could really think about it he found himself volunteering to go talk to Rais. Great. What'd I just get myself into? Well. Guess I'd better get to it - I need to confirm this asshole is who we think he is. With that, he headed back down, intending to head straight over to Rais' tower.

Crane growled as he hurtled over a few zombies, slashing at one in the process, beheading it as he continued on. The plan had been to head straight to Rais, but the many undead between him and that place, and the survivors who'd been stupid fucks and had gotten in over their heads had required a number of detours. Even now, a good six hours later, he found himself busting his ass hauling fuckheads out of the jaws of death - quite literally.

A piercing scream caught his attention - that of a survivor, not one of the virals, though they answered in kind shortly after. You'd think they'd know better than to make that much noise by now... He took a moment to orient himself on top of one of the higher roofs, trying to pinpoint where the screams had come from.

He wasn't the only one who'd answer that sound of distress and he hoped it was another from the Tower or somebody who survived elsewhere out in the city, rather than one of Rais' men - he wouldn't hesitate to kill them if they did show up, but it'd make things a bit awkward to turn around and head to Rais' headquarters right after.

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Elizabeth "Chibi" Kilburn

Started by Chibi · December 24, 2021

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The device became known as the Temporal Device and over the next handful of years, she traveled from her own world to different ones with it. Depending on the world, time flowed either faster or slower then back home. She visited many places and made many friends, only ocassionally coming home to relax or to get her medications refilled via the subdermal patches on her upper left arm. Somewhere along the way, her roommate slipped medically repairing nanites into her system, helping her survive her sometimes rotten luck. Her confidence grew, as did a spark. It varied depending on the magic system in each world, but each world that she travelled to that she could tap into it from, the stronger it got. Magic, the Force, Chaos - it didn't matter. In the span of a year, she'd mentally aged a decade, but even her newfound powers couldn't protect her from everything.

Sometimes, things didn't go according to plan. Really, really didn't go according to plan. Like the time she was in Feudal Japan, fighting alongside a companion she had made. The nanites couldn't keep up with the damage done and she faded to darkness, waking up again in a tube filled with strange fluid and an oxygen mask over her face, naked as the day she was born. Once out of the tube thanks to her mad scientist of a roommate, she caught sight of the sheer number of clones of her, her roommate, and her significant other, and her roommate explained they were back ups, and yes, she had indeed died.

The trauma of her death led to fuzzy memories (and a new scar each time that drove her roommate up a wall because that wasn't supposed to happen), but that didn't stop her, even if each time was traumatic. Each scar was either a mortal wound, or a killing blow, and she kept them as hidden as possible - which wasn't hard given most were on her torso. Roughly 90% of those scars? They were her trying to protect someone she'd gotten close to in her travels, sacrificing herself for them. Having to explain how she survived whenever she came back, though, was difficult, usually resulting in a shrug or 'shenanigans?' as a response.

The worst scar, to her, was from the Clone Wars. Order 66 had been both a surprise and yet not at the same time. Her second in command, a clone nicknamed Deadeye who specialized in sniperwork, fell back, and her connection to the Force screamed out at her as so many people she'd grown close to were killed... She knew the timeline and she braced. A familiar darkness, and she woke with a gasp in a healing tube. She never went back - her story there was done. Instead, she focused on the time of the Rebels show and other adventures rather then focus on her grief. All the while, a massive scar hid under her hair on both sides of her skull.

More grief dogged her steps at the end of Rebels, and she actually didn't adventure for a long time afterwards, until she found herself back on the Continent and catching up with a certain Witcher. This wasn't a usual adventure, though, and after some time, she was able to get back home - where she then ended up in Harran. She lost her memories there and while struggling to regain them, she traveled with the main character through the story. Chibi eventually regained her memories, and as she is wont to do, she did all she could to help, but unfortunately fell to darkness. She then woke up on a strange platform, her nanites sluggishly working to heal the damage she'd incurred in Harran. Strange people rushed to her aid, and she just knew this was a new adventure to deal with.

The woman found a place among the healers quickly enough, with her talents leaning that way anyways, and while she sometimes helped at the hospitals, she found it most rewarding to help the critically wounded that came through the portals after her. To explain what was going on, and to point them in the right direction. It's been a week since then, and she's working on saving up for a better apartment then the three bedroom place she found in the poorer part of town. Alone for the first time, she struggled with her memories and picking out what was actually from her adventures or just from a game, story, or anything else.
. Shirelin AGE - 32 TIMEZONE - EST FACE CLAIM: Dollmakers THEONS @ SHINE
Chaos Reigns

Started by Chibi · November 2, 2021

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It had been a while since she'd traveled - real life had decided to get in the way regardless of what she had wanted to do. She'd cut her hair to evade the heat of summer and had it pinned back with a pair of simple metal barrettes. A frown slowly creased her brows as she became aware of a feeling that slowly built in her. It felt... off. The hairs on her arms lifted, and there was a sensation she knew, recognized, but couldn't place filling her insides.

It tingled, running from her toes to the tip of her head like a static shock mixed with pins and needles, and then she fell. It was only for a second, but she still closed her eyes, her heart racing in her chest. The first thing she noticed when the sensation went away was how very, very humid it was. The second thing was how painful her landing was, given she'd landed on a tree root. Third... well, there wasn't really a third.

Hazel eyes snapped open and she found she was no longer in an air conditioned space station, but rather, out in the middle of a forest. The sky was a beautiful blue, trees in full green, and after a few seconds, the birds and wildlife started making noise again, just as startled by her arrival as she was no doubt.

Gingerly, Chibi sat up, wincing at her back's protest where she'd landed on something hard, her phone falling to her lap. Pure, her adopted sibling, looked just as surprised as herself. Unlike when she traveled with the temporal device, her clothes had stayed the same - shorts and a t-shirt - and that certainly didn't help tell her where the hell she was. There was a buzz under her skin, familiar and different all at the same time. A magic she hadn't felt for a very long time, but so long ago that she couldn't quite place it. What had just happened?

Her skin began to tingle, as if something raw deep down demanded to be let out. The small woman took a deep breath and closed her eyes, shoving the raw, racing power back and onto a lead in her mind. Control. She needed... control. Slowly, Chibi let the breath out again, and still, the magic curled and pressed against her insides like a cat welcoming home its owner. With that dealt with, she rubbed gingerly at the goose egg forming on the back of her head, before going to her lower back. Bruising for sure - anything else her nanites would deal with.

Didn't mean it'd not hurt for a while though, but she had to ignore it. Half rimmed glasses were readjusted, and she then exited out of the app she'd been playing and tucked the device into her pocket for safe keeping. Slowly, she pushed to her feet, and once steady, she shook out her hands, as if to flick nonexistant water off of them. It dispelled some of the aching, persistant energy coursing through her, at least. For now, anyways. She could feel it straining at its leash, wanting out. She shuddered as it settled over her again. She needed to let some of it out, or she'd not have any control left.

Besides, it was one way to see what world she'd ended up on. She pressed her hands to the closest tree, a sturdy pine, and near immediately (enough time for her to unclip the leash), the power inside her swirled and lept like a tsunami's waves to meet that self same power that lurked in the very fabric of the tree and it shot upwards, higher, higher, and higher still, creaking and groaning as if in a windstorm. The ground under it bucked as it widened and roots shot out and grew thicker. It was only a few seconds before years of practice had her yanking back on the reigns and clipping that mental leash back on that swirling, bucking Chaos that called this world home. Because that's what it was, and that's what its name was.

Her chest heaved with the adrenaline that slammed through her veins, and her breathing fought to catch up. She turned back to the forest, unsure of where to go. Fire, shelter... Those were priorities.

~@~

A week past the pine sprouting up from the forest within seconds, and in a small hamlet not far away, a man stood nervously in front of the Witcher as he sat at a table in the tavern, no doubt disturbing the man's drink in the process.

"Can you help us?" He'd just spilled about the tree, the screams that echoed across the summer night air, the missing hunters and witch hunters, and the screeches of a fierce bird periodically filling the air. The worst of it was the witch hunter that had come back with raspberry vines growing from his veins, staggering through and dying before they could do a thing to help. "Please. We don't have much, but we don't want children being taken by that devil bird!"
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Elizabeth "Chibi" Kilburn

Started by Chibi · September 6, 2021

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                   Chibi's adventures began quite by accident one day. She'd picked up an unknown device her inventor roommate had left lying around, and with a thunderous noise that left her disoriented, she found herself in the middle of a battlefield. A battlefield for the control of the Temple of Anubis in the fictional world of Overwtach, and somehow, they knew her. She had no idea how, but they did.
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                   The device became known as the Temporal Device and over the next handful of years, she traveled from her own world to different ones with it. Depending on the world, time flowed either faster or slower then back home. She visited many places and made many friends, only ocassionally coming home to relax or to get her medications refilled via the subdermal patches on her upper left arm. Somewhere along the way, her roommate slipped medically repairing nanites into her system, helping her survive her sometimes rotten luck. Her confidence grew, as did a spark. It varied depending on the magic system in each world, but each world that she travelled to that she could tap into it from, the stronger it got. Magic, the Force, Chaos - it didn't matter. In the span of a year, she'd mentally aged a decade, but even her newfound powers couldn't protect her from everything.
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                   Sometimes, things didn't go according to plan. Really, <i>really</i> didn't go according to plan. Like the time she was in Feudal Japan, fighting alongside a companion she had made. The nanites couldn't keep up with the damage done and she faded to darkness, waking up again in a tube filled with strange fluid and an oxygen mask over her face, naked as the day she was born. Once out of the tube thanks to her mad scientist of a roommate, she caught sight of the sheer number of clones of her, her roommate, and her significant other, and her roommate explained they were back ups, and yes, she had indeed died.
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                   The trauma of her death led to fuzzy memories (and a new scar each time that drove her roommate up a wall because that wasn't supposed to happen), but that didn't stop her, even if each time was traumatic. Each scar was either a mortal wound, or a killing blow, and she kept them as hidden as possible - which wasn't hard given most were on her torso. Roughly 90% of those scars? They were her trying to protect someone she'd gotten close to in her travels, sacrificing herself for them. Having to explain how she survived whenever she came back, though, was difficult, usually resulting in a shrug or 'shenanigans?' as a response.
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                   The worst scar, to her, was from the Clone Wars. Order 66 had been both a surprise and yet not at the same time. Her second in command, a clone nicknamed Deadeye who specialized in sniperwork, fell back, and her connection to the Force screamed out at her as so many people she'd grown close to were killed... She knew the timeline and she braced. A familiar darkness, and she woke with a gasp in a healing tube. She never went back - her story there was done. Instead, she focused on the time of the Rebels show and other adventures rather then focus on her grief. All the while, a massive scar hid under her hair on both sides of her skull.
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                   It was during this time that there was an explosion 'off screen' (a time that the shows she loved didn't show), and she was caught in the blast. Rather then waking up in a tube, though, as was normal, she found herself on a strange platform, surrounded by people she didn't know and a foreign city stretching out around her. Already, her inner spark shifted and swirled, adjusting from the Force she'd gotten so used to whatever was native here. Even so, her nanites worked hard to repair the damage, though they were sluggish. She had no idea where she was, or how she'd get home, but she'd make the best of it.
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                   The woman found a place among the healers quickly enough, with her talents leaning that way anyways, and while she sometimes helped at the hospitals, she found it most rewarding to help the critically wounded that came through the portals after her. To explain what was going on, and to point them in the right direction. It's been a week since then, and she's working on saving up for a better apartment then the three bedroom place she found in the poorer part of town.
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Something Wicked This Way Comes

Started by Chibi · June 24, 2020

It'd been a warm day, but she'd wanted contact, and so Chibi draped her legs over her adopted sibling's as she played on her phone. The others were talking, but she only paid half attention to what they were talking about. The adorable cats on her screen mewed as they disappeared as she lined them up in a row, and she was content.

It had been a while since she'd traveled - she'd not really wanted to do much after the events of Rebels, and real life had decided to get in the way regardless. She'd cut her hair to evade the heat of summer and had it pinned back with a pair of barrettes. The small woman frowned though as something felt... off. The hairs on her arms lifted, and there was a sensation she knew, recognized, but couldn't place filling her insides.

It tingled, running from her toes to the tip of her head, and then she fell. It was only for a second, but she still closed her eyes, her heart racing in her chest. The first thing she noticed when the sensation went away was how very, very humid it was. The second thing was how painful her landing was, given she'd landed on a tree root. Third? Her legs were still in someone's lap.

Hazel eyes snapped open and she found they were no longer in an air conditioned space station, but rather, out in the middle of a forest. The sky was a beautiful blue, trees in full green, and after a few seconds, the birds and wildlife started making noise again, just as startled by their arrival as she was no doubt.

Gingerly, Chibi sat up, wincing at her back's protest where she'd landed on something hard, her phone falling to her lap. Pure, her adopted sibling, looked just as surprised as herself. Unlike when she traveled with the temporal device, her clothes had stayed the same - shorts and a t-shirt - and that certainly didn't help tell her where the hell she was.

"What... just happened?"
Can't Catch A Break

Started by Sans · June 22, 2018

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I know there's no point to life If all of this can be reset Living day by day, but the next we might forgetNo point trying to escapeThe surface holds no more appealHave you ever wondered if you still are real?. Mid AprilSans was not happy. One moment he'd been facing down Chara, trying to keep them from destroying what was left of their world and the people in it, only to stumble at the very last, and the next - just as he felt himself fading away - he was suddenly on a strange platform and surrounded by humans. And none of 'em looked particularly friendly.
\"oh hell no. not doing this.\" Out came the gaster blasters, with Sans glaring daggers at everyone around him. \"right. i want outta here, nice and easy. and you're gonna let me, or you're gonna have a bad time.\"
The way they tensed told him that this wasn't gonna go how he hoped and he sighed as he sensed magic being drawn on by one of the older humans he could see out of the corner of his eye. \"welp. don't say i didn't warn you. this is gonna suck a lot more for you than me.\"
He raised his arms, frowning slightly, but a familiar face rushing up to the platform had him hesitating, though the gaster blasters remained out. \"what the hell? now i know i'm seein' things.\"
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Violent Thoughts

Started by Geralt of Rivia · April 23, 2018

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https://cdnw.nickpic.host/okALSx.gif);\"> IN A TIME OF MONSTERS even a wise man may fall TAG: Chibi, Scarred Outcast, Blind Master, Ace Rebel PilotNOTES: Geralt isn't sure what to make of the elf.
Geralt was struggling. There was a lot of frustration brewing just under the surface, and the Witcher was beginning to resent the one causing him the most trouble. Kanan. The Jedi hadn't been in control, and he knew it wasn't the man's fault entirely, bu it was hard to remember that when he recalled the pain that he'd endured when the bastard had given in to the darkness, his memory dredging up all the worst details. The monster hunter was trying to let it go for Chibi's sake, as well as Iorveth's, but it was hard when he had such anger boiling just under the surface.Violence was a way of life for him, and so the lurking thoughts didn't disturb him. They were a bit more than normal, perhaps, but he'd been under so much stress, between the sha and the undead, and all the drama Chibi's latest lovers brought with them that he'd not really thought about it possibly being too much, too violent a reaction for the circumstances.
Kanan had tried to make amends. He'd apologized, he'd worked on communicating, and he'd done well. The arrival of Hera had seemed to have helped both him and Chibi too, and while the Witcher knew it, the resentment and anger continued to fester just under the surface. He was in his room, trying to meditate, to rest, but the dark emotions made it difficult. He was struggling to not lash out and considered going out to hunt to alleviate some of the tension he felt. There were plenty of things he could choose from. Undead littered the streets, thanks to the Lich King, and the sha were as bad as ever. There were human targets too, but he preferred to leave those for the Guard.
Golden eyes glared at the door when he heard Kanan in the common area. The man was alone currently, Hera having stepped out, and he wasn't sure where Chibi was. Not in the apartment, at least. Iorveth had run to the market to look for some sweets, pipe tobacco, and blocks of wood for his carvings. The decison was made almost before he'd realized, and he was already on his feet and moving to the door by the time his brain caught up. It was wrong to go after the Jedi. He knew it was, and yet the part of him that normally would have stopped what he was about to do was silent, unable to function past the rage and thirst for violence that seemed to have bubbled up out of nowhere.
Opening the door, he reached for his sword - not the silver one, as that was meant for monsters, but the one he used on humans - and slowly stalked toward Kanan. The Jedi didn't turn around at first, not realizing the threat until it was almost too late.
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Bitter Taste

Started by Carter Morrison · April 20, 2018

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http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Playfair Display SC:100,200,300,400,500,600,700,900' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> I never thought I'd feel this guilty The shock of seeing those blue eyes, those so familiar blue eyes just before being ripped through the portal had him frozen for a long, long moment. It took the blond a long moment to register his surroundings as his mind struggled to process everything. Jack. That had been Jack. There'd been a scar too, though he'd not gotten a good enough look before ... he looked around himself with a start, trying to figure out where the hell he was. Who had portals like that? Wasn't any tech he was familiar with.
And the clothing most of them wore was completely wrong. He looked down at his own clothes, casual shit he'd picked so that he could blend in easier once off base, and suddenly felt out of place. Wherever this was, he stood out like a sore thumb. His mind reeled as he tried to process and he tensed when a few of them neared him, though he didn't have anything dangerous on him at that moment - lucky for them, not so much for him.
\"Who th' hell are you and where am I?\" He sounded angry, and the man who'd approached held up his hands in a gesture meant to calm him, but it only pissed him off more. \"Where's Jack? You an ally of his? Jack Morrison?\" The name clearly rang a bell as the black haired man glanced back at some of the others. \"Better let the Director of the ECR know somebody's asking for Commander Morrison.\" The man turned his attention back to Carter, green eyes curious. \"How do you know Jack?\"
He sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair. Some group this was, yanking him here alongside Jack, separating them, and then not even knowing who he was. \"I'm his brother. Shit. He was right beside me when you yanked me here. Why'd you separate us? Name's Carter Morrison.\" He folded his arms, taking a hostile, closed off stance. He wasn't happy and wasn't afraid to show it.
The man scowled right back and placed his hands on his hips, regarding Carter cautiously. \"Well, there's a lot to explain. Think you'd better step in the office where we can talk ... or I could send one of the volunteers with you to go get a bite to eat and get you away from everyone so you stop glaring. You're making everyone twitchy.\" He sighed at the man again and shrugged. \"Fine, whatever. Food sounds good. I was on my way home when you yanked me here. Where is here anyway? And don't give me some shit song and dance about it being classified.\"
The man was saved from having to answer by someone else approaching, clearly trying to diffuse the situation before Carter got worse.

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Awol

Started by Jack Morrison · April 5, 2018

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So many stifled thoughts and long forgotten dreams Scream hallelujah, I can almost taste reprieve The confrontation he'd been forced into yesterday when Gabriel had discovered some of his actions back home had been unpleasant. While things had ended on a positive note, with the younger man stressing that he wanted to see more of the Golden Boy he remembered, not the hardened, angry, and brutal mercenary he'd turned into after the explosion, the majority of it had been unpleasant.Actually, unpleasant wasn't nearly strong enough a word for how that conversation had gone. He'd been tense, defensive, and frustrated. He'd only been doing what he thought was right, and damn it - Gabe's older self had said it himself. \"By the book isn't working.\" And it hadn't been. He'd started to unofficially sanction missions and then look the other way while Gabriel ran them. He'd still been on the fence, in case things blew up in their faces, but he'd been desperate to try anything that would stop the slow spiral he couldn't seem to stop.
He'd not really gotten far with the argument though. Actually, that approach, the frame of mind, the desperation he'd admitted to had seemed to almost hurt Gabriel when he'd finally opened up and explained his reasons. That little short had hit a nerve with both him and Gabriel and he worried it had done damage to their relationship. He was still trying to relax and get over what Grim had done to him, and wasn't sure they could ever have anything again, as much as he still cared for the man. He was terrified of losing young Gabe too. The whole goddamn bite and all that brought with it only complicated matters further. He was afraid of being seen as a monster, or that the change would make him unattractive, in addition to everything else.
There'd been disappointment from the man. That had stung worse than the anger and he'd had to fight to not retreat inside himself to protect himself from the emotions. As he'd gotten older, one of the only ways he'd had to protect himself from Gabriel's temper when things got out of hand between them had been to slam the Strike Commander mask on. It had always pissed Gabe off, but without it, Jack knew there were fights during which he'd have crumbled, and maybe not been able to pick himself back up. There were later fights where he was certain that crumbling like that would have resulted in him being spat on and mocked, because the older man had been so bitter and angry there until the very end, when the explosion happened. That'd changed everything and Gabriel had been desperate to get him away and to warn him.
All these thoughts went through Jack's mind as he sat at the foot of the bed he shared with Gabriel. He'd been removed completely from duty for the time being, with Gabriel needing time to figure out how to handle Jack's little excursions into the slums to terrorize the punks there, as well as certain other... issues that compounded things now. It'd been working - they'd stopped bothering the shop keepers as much and there'd been less violence in the area overall. But he also understood Gabe's side of things. He had an entire organization to worry about. Jack had been in his shoes. He just - it felt a lot like back home, where the sanctioned methods weren't doing shit anymore, and he'd wanted to make sure those who couldn't protect themselves, and who the normal methods had failed, could feel safe.
Head buried in his hands, he just sat and brooded. For how long, he couldn't say. Didn't really matter. Didn't change the fact that he was confined to the ECR manor and its grounds. He felt a bit like a caged animal, but he was tired now. He'd paced and railed at the restrictions for hours earlier, once Gabriel had gone to work. He'd not wanted to upset the man by venting at him, and he was worried that he'd ruined things between them as it was. His need to go out and fix things for the people seemed to have tarnished him in his lover's eyes.
That fucking hurt.
God damn it. Before he could clamp down on it, a single tear had slipped past his guard. He needed to get control, or things would get much, much worse for him. He sniffled, wiped the tear away, and stood, padding to the second room they used as a den. His eyes fell on the guitar Gabriel had managed to buy and he hesitated for a long moment. It was a treasure to the younger man and he'd been almost like a dragon with his favorite jewel when he'd brought it home.
Jack wasn't going to do anything to it. No, he just wanted to play it. It wasn't a skill he'd had for too long, and he wasn't very good - he didn't think, anyway - but it was something that had soothed him many, many times after the explosion, when he'd thought Gabriel lost to him forever. It had been a way to remember the man he'd loved, even til the very end, despite their vicious fights. Maybe it'd soothe him now, keep the beast at bay and help get his emotions under lock and key, where they should be.
Crossing the room, he picked it up and contemplated it for a long moment before carefully placing it in the hard case Gabe had commissioned for it so he could take it places without worry. He knew it was nearing the end of the work day for most of the ECR, but he knew that the Director would have a lot more paperwork and other things to handle and it'd be at least an hour or two before the younger man came back to their quarters. Plenty of time for him to slip away and back again.

---- That had been the plan, anyway. He'd decided to climb onto the roof of the place. He wasn't far from their quarters actually. A door opened to one of the roof areas so the staff could clean the debris and leaves off when the seasons scattered things there, and he'd been able to navigate to a higher, gently sloped portion of roof where he could overlook most of the grounds. He was only slightly propped up, and he'd been staring up at the sky for some time.
It was getting a bit cold - the spring still too new to have a lot of warmth to it yet - but he had on a warm turtleneck and his standard pants and boots. There wasn't a risk of rain either, or he'd not have stayed outside with Gabriel's precious guitar. He'd played many things, and he'd been amused when several people in one of the courtyards below had heard him but couldn't find where he was so they could ask what he was singing. He'd mostly been playing slower, soothing pieces, but he'd also revealed a bit of his nerdiness and had started singing various movie, tv, and anime songs.
The one he'd settled on, and that drifted on the wind across the grounds, was a soft, almost sad song from a very, very old anime called Trigun. It was called Rakuen - Paradise in English, and it had been a soothing piece that was within his abilities and vocal range. Whenever things to to be too much, he played it. He'd been humming along with it, repeating it a number of times now, and was completely focused on it, not realizing he was serenading two very worried (and likely upset) people who'd been searching for him for a while now.
Tag: Fall Into Shadows, Chibi He's kind of lost in his head and oblivious to them and everything else around him. Thanks Vii❣ [/dohtml]
Welcome Surprises

Started by Kanan Jarrus · April 3, 2018

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BETWEEN YOU AND ME Things had been going quite a bit better between Kanan, Chibi, and Hera since they'd all talked and he'd been able to express himself and also listen to Chibi's concerns. While it had taken some time for them to all relax (and truth be told he still felt tense sometimes, worried that the darkness he'd embraced before would tempt him again), things seemed to have finally taken a good turn. The house felt safe again. Yes, there'd been some incidents with others - Jack in particular seemed good at getting himself hurt - but the apartment felt like home, like the sanctuary it should be.He was at peace enough that his fire magick responded easily, which meant the Force was with him. As he stepped out of the bedroom he'd been meditating in, he reached for the earth magick alongside the Force, and frowned. There were more life forms in the apartment than he remembered. He couldn't see, so it wasn't an easy thing to figure out at first.
Reaching out with both the Force and Earth magick, his eyebrows furrowed - not in the other bedrooms, or the kitchen. Iorveth was lounging like a cat on the back of the couch, and Thistle was curled up on his back. Geralt was stretched out over the whole of the couch itself, lounging as usual. Hera was over in one of the other chairs, and Chibi - his eyebrows jumped as he realized where the life forces he sensed were coming from.
Stepping out and navigating to her, he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and smiled, then glanced over to Hera before looking back down to her. \"I'm done meditating for the day.\" He paused, then tilted his head slightly. \"But I sensed something and I think a trip to the doctor is in order.\" His voice wasn't worried, and in fact sounded a little enthusiastic, almost excited.
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