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exsiliumlogs2013-11-10 10:15 am
overclocking) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-11-10 10:15 am
Entry tags:
- ahiru (princess tutu),
- allen walker (d. gray-man),
- chrono (chrono crusade),
- francœur (a monster in paris),
- howard link (d.gray-man),
- ico "von viking" (ico: citm),
- katniss everdeen (the hunger games),
- kevin cecil (makai ouji),
- lea (kingdom hearts),
- lenalee lee (d.gray-man),
- martin "suave" darkov (original),
- oz vessalius (pandora hearts),
- rosette christopher (chrono crusade),
- soldier blue (toward the terra),
- sora (kingdom hearts),
- xerxes break (pandora hearts),
- yuri lowell (tales of vesperia)
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Date & Time: Several days after the necromorph outbreak
Location: A VR room
Characters: Chrono + Rosette + open!
Summary: Lil bit of coping in-between zombie apocalypses and civil wars, nbd
Warnings:None! KEVIN AND BREAK
Notes: Feel free to tag around also! ♥
[ Chrono doesn't bother to close the door when he finally decides to try one of these rooms for himself. Something about the last few days (weeks) (months) has left him unwilling to stay in enclosed spaces too long, with no obvious path of exist. Too much like a lab or an undead-lined hallway.
But these concerns slowly melt away as he sets about instructing the AI, and the room gives way to a place that isn't a room at all.
Mountains rise up in the distance, framing a blue, clear sky, and a faint breeze rustles the treetops of a thick Michigan forest. Birdcalls ride that wind, and the air smells cleaner, fresher, than any moon base could reasonably boast. Where the blanket of trees ends, a large, glassy lake gleams in the sunlight. He takes care with this part—instructs the AI to make the water a temperature a bit too low to be entirely comfortable for swimming, knowing full well that this won't actually be a deterrent. But it wouldn't be right, otherwise.
He takes his time strolling from one familiar landmark to the next, having the computer make adjustments as necessary. He doesn't miss details, either; for all the times that Rosette brought him to this very place, his eyes had missed nothing. They were wide and all-absorbing, like someone who had been born anew and was discovering the world for the first time.
(Likely because, in all honesty, he had been.)
He stops once he circles back around to the open door—a black silhouette hanging oddly in the landscape, and the only giveaway that none of this is real. It's here that he surveys the scene as a whole, the sum of all its little memory-parts. ]
Perfect.
[ Well. There's still a thing or two missing. ]
... Almost.
Location: A VR room
Characters: Chrono + Rosette + open!
Summary: Lil bit of coping in-between zombie apocalypses and civil wars, nbd
Warnings:
Notes: Feel free to tag around also! ♥
[ Chrono doesn't bother to close the door when he finally decides to try one of these rooms for himself. Something about the last few days (weeks) (months) has left him unwilling to stay in enclosed spaces too long, with no obvious path of exist. Too much like a lab or an undead-lined hallway.
But these concerns slowly melt away as he sets about instructing the AI, and the room gives way to a place that isn't a room at all.
Mountains rise up in the distance, framing a blue, clear sky, and a faint breeze rustles the treetops of a thick Michigan forest. Birdcalls ride that wind, and the air smells cleaner, fresher, than any moon base could reasonably boast. Where the blanket of trees ends, a large, glassy lake gleams in the sunlight. He takes care with this part—instructs the AI to make the water a temperature a bit too low to be entirely comfortable for swimming, knowing full well that this won't actually be a deterrent. But it wouldn't be right, otherwise.
He takes his time strolling from one familiar landmark to the next, having the computer make adjustments as necessary. He doesn't miss details, either; for all the times that Rosette brought him to this very place, his eyes had missed nothing. They were wide and all-absorbing, like someone who had been born anew and was discovering the world for the first time.
(Likely because, in all honesty, he had been.)
He stops once he circles back around to the open door—a black silhouette hanging oddly in the landscape, and the only giveaway that none of this is real. It's here that he surveys the scene as a whole, the sum of all its little memory-parts. ]
Perfect.
[ Well. There's still a thing or two missing. ]
... Almost.
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Because that will show him. Yes. ]
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However, his instincts tell him something is amiss. More than normal. He stares at Break, then down at the picnic towel, than back at Break again.
How odd. He feels the other man's forehead for fever.]
Mister Break, are you feeling unwell?
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Urgh, yes Kevin. He's well aware that he's thin and pale, more so after the zombies. He'd treated it as a lark, but the truth is, the event hammered home what he has feared all along: their existence on this moonbase becomes more tenuous, every moment they spend on it. ]
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Ah! I'm feeling awful.
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[Kevin supports said consumptive, gothic heroine's shoulders and looks into his remaining eye. His motherly instincts and bedside manners are spotless.]
You do look unwell. Have you been sleeping properly? No, of course you have not! Please, lie down a little.
[Before he can protest too much, Break is wrapped with the familiar warmth of Kevin's frock coat.]
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I... I just haven't been the same...
[ He clutches at the coat, drawing it around himself. ]
...since.... since.....
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[ Emily interjects: ]
BY A USELESS FEATHERBRAIN!
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I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU ARE STILL MAD ABOUT THE SHOE!
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[Unable to throw a shoe at Break this time, he makes a tiny outraged noise and merely drags him closer, all wrapped up and warm, and sticks a scone into his mouth.]
...I was not born yesterday.
[He knows Break is not doing that well. What with their not conversation about the never mentioned nanobots and all./small>]
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[ He's cut off by the scone in his mouth, and he's all about to gag because ugh scones, except this one is light and delicately sweet and moist. It's everything a scone should be, but never is (Gilbert's scones, for instance, would be better repurposed as projectiles).
So he's just going to pause, for a moment, chewing this quintessentially scone-like scone. It would be a waste, otherwise. Because he certainly hates being fussed over, held and wrapped in this jacket still-warm from Kevin's body. It's... annoying. Yes. That's what it is. ]
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Kevin chuckles softly. He doesn't mind losing, but it feels nice to win now and then. And... he has to admit that it also feels nice to hold someone this close. He carefully rearranges Break's hair with his fingertips, so he will not end up eating it with his holy sunshine scones.]
It is a bit silly to hide the obvious, you know. I fear you will only cause a certain useless featherbrain to fret further.
[As he says that, he realizes that is precisely what he has been doing all this time: fretting over Mister Break's well being. It is just one of those things he tries very hard not to focus on in order to be useful, like the fact that young master is not here, or that London has been erased from the face of the planet.
He has seen the monster Mister Break has chained to his soul. If something happened to the insufferable man, Kevin would be very lonely indeed.]
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He is as fatigued now as he was then. The difference is, struggling forward every day has become a way of life for him. Then, as now, his heart twists at such attention: he doesn't deserve it. The other difference is that Lady Shelly taught him a way of coping with disordered, uncomfortable feelings.... ]
Okaaay, if you say so~!
[ .... and that is to indulge his wicked sense of humor. ]
My shoulders are all stiiiiff, you should rub them~!
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But then it occurs to him that...if Break insists on raising the stakes, so should he.]
See, the problem with asking someone like me for the same thing over and over is that...
[He unceremoniously flips Break on his belly and starts massaging his shoulders with his literally divine hands, thumbs precisely where they are most needed. Talking about things that Mister Break doesn't deserve...Kevin's face is, of course, on fire.]
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[ Break goes down like a rag doll, flopping prone on the picnic blanket. ]
Ooooooooo~! That's very nice. What nimble fingers, hm?
[ He wriggles, making a show of getting comfortable. ]
You can rub my back too, if you like~!
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[Nooo, he will win this chicken game of SHAME.
Xerxes Break is now getting the back rub of his life, the envy of saints and kings, reaching even those forty years old tense spots he didn't know existed.
That said, a certain angel will probably get sunburns of embarrassment.]
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Until, that is, Break's perpetually tense back muscles yield to Kevin's thumbs, and the exaggerated happy noises he's been making devolve into something more like an: ]
Nnngh...
[ Oops! Time to giggle again (and tense up) and say: ]
Why, you're ever so kind to me, Mister Cecil. Mister Reim won't rub my shoulders no matter how sweetly I ask.
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...Who is this Mister Reim?
[Who is this Mister Reim and why is he being asked to rub Mister Break's back? He pushes his fingertips deep into Break's flesh, just so, undoing the new knots with a wave of sensual warmth.]
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but he can't do so on an empty stomach of course, and wanders back by kevin's picnic area with the intent of picking up some more tea, or muffins, or sandwiches, or all of the above. he doesn't think much of hearing break's voice as well, since this is an open ("open") space and the day xerxes break doesn't hone in on the sweets available is the day to worry. and for probably obvious reasons oz doesn't think to look down until he's much closer and
and
PAUSES?????????
there are really some things one never ever needs to know about one's friends, this is among them. )
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[ Kevin did you just? He's about to protest and scramble away (YOU WIN KEVIN) when that wave of warmth hits him, and —
Pain is a way of life for him. He has cultivated the mental discipline to ignore it, but it's always there: the sensation of rotting away from the inside. His sole pleasure is eating, these days...
But this feels something like living, as opposed to slowly dying. This doesn't hurt, is what registers in his brain, this is the opposite of hurting. This feels good. But once he allows himself to feel that, his tightly-regimented mental discipline begins to unravel. This feels good, but everything else really hurts. It's excruciating, it's electrifying, and he can't help groaning once more. ]
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There's some quip, there's some brazen remark, there's some explanation for this that will render damage control; but for the moment, all he can manage is: ]
Aa-ah —
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Feeling Break's distress, he places a placating hand on the top of his head, fingers rubbing his skull gently, as one would do to a kitten.
And that is precisely when he spots Oz.]
...Oz!
[He is about to stop what he is doing and bolt out of the VR room...]
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And so he chuckles nervously, self-depreciatingly. All he can offer the traumatized boy is a tiny shrug.]
...M-my apologies, Oz. You know quite well it was high time someone did it.
[Without further ado (Angel of Cruelty indeed), he presses the heels of his hands as firmly as possible on the the top and the base of Break's spine, causing it to fall straight with an incredibly loud crack. This unleashes a powerful rush of formerly constricted life from the top of Break's head to the tip of his toes, the sort of releasing and sensuous warmth that brings tears to one's eyes.]
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or he'd like to, but if he could talk to isla yura without running away... )
— it's good to see you're enjoying yourselves!
( kevin's response, in connection with that loud spinal crack, almost has him wondering if kevin isn't really taking the opportunity to wreak some horrible revenge on break for...doing any of a number of terribly break-like things he's done. oz would honestly prefer walking in on something like that! it would be significantly easier to deal with! or at least he'd prefer to be able to believe that's what's happening here, but alas.
pleasantries or no, he's already taking a step backwards. )
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GAH!
[ The pain disappears abruptly, leaving in its wake a rush of sensation....
Okay, no. That's it. He's done. He's going to get up and flip Oz upside down and onto his ass, and then upend the pastry basket over Kevin's head and throw him in the lake and — ]
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