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exsiliumlogs2013-01-22 05:43 pm
firstroar) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-01-22 05:43 pm
white-haired ppl club no wigs allowed
Date & Time: 1/23 close to evening
Location: up very high to start, and then...???
Characters: Jack Frost,Soldier Blue Blue-1
Summary: you know those things where Wile E. Coyote runs off a cliff and then stops running and stands there for like 3 seconds and then looks down and then looks at the camera and then plummets??
Warnings: ¯\(°_o)/¯
Soldier Blue veered past a taller building, then up to clear them all, seeking out the notions and reverb of familiar hearts. Within the same breath, Blue-1 had somehow flailed free of his restraints and launched himself away from the machine.
His tumble from the exam table to the floor had become quite far. Nothing but cold, empty air, no supports, no sounds but blasting wind tearing all bearing from the boy's mind. Had he not been suddenly falling from some unknown height, he might have been more amazed the pain – and the equipment that had been causing it – had vanished. The laboratory, too, but first things first.
He was falling very far and very fast, and even registering that seemed near impossible. He did what most people would do: He screamed in blind panic. Unlike the rest, though, his scream was not restricted to sound alone, but pierced through nearby (and growing nearer) minds open and unguarded to psychic noise. Glowing the color he was named for, he twisted and flailed, unable to think a thought sharp enough to make himself stop.
I'm going to die!
Location: up very high to start, and then...???
Characters: Jack Frost,
Summary: you know those things where Wile E. Coyote runs off a cliff and then stops running and stands there for like 3 seconds and then looks down and then looks at the camera and then plummets??
Warnings: ¯\(°_o)/¯
Soldier Blue veered past a taller building, then up to clear them all, seeking out the notions and reverb of familiar hearts. Within the same breath, Blue-1 had somehow flailed free of his restraints and launched himself away from the machine.
His tumble from the exam table to the floor had become quite far. Nothing but cold, empty air, no supports, no sounds but blasting wind tearing all bearing from the boy's mind. Had he not been suddenly falling from some unknown height, he might have been more amazed the pain – and the equipment that had been causing it – had vanished. The laboratory, too, but first things first.
He was falling very far and very fast, and even registering that seemed near impossible. He did what most people would do: He screamed in blind panic. Unlike the rest, though, his scream was not restricted to sound alone, but pierced through nearby (and growing nearer) minds open and unguarded to psychic noise. Glowing the color he was named for, he twisted and flailed, unable to think a thought sharp enough to make himself stop.
I'm going to die!
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He did as told, instead.
"Oh–" Blue sat up, surprised, barely getting through a sip. He hadn't had very many sweet things – it was strange. But...
"It's...good." Good was a poor descriptor, but the only thing that came to mind quick enough to say. "It's different." But good.
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It was rather sad that apparently Blue had never tasted something similar before, but well. That was something Jack was rectifying right now. He finally moved to take a seat next to Blue, putting the staff down next to him and the cookies on the edge of the seat within easy reach for Blue before gesturing at them.
"You should try those, they go great with hot chocolate."
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His grip shifted, too, freeing up one hand to do as suggested, picking up one of the cookies and giving Jack a careful look before taking a small bite.
Again, sugar in his mouth, hardly what he anticipated. He looked only half as surprised as he felt, though, but the thought left him as free as any sound.
This is weird!
It was weird. Not just the cookie. The whole circumstance surrounding it – surrounding Jack, surrounding him. Weird...
But the taste in his mouth was, at least, a good weird.
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He smiled before resting his chin on his hands, head tilted in such a way he was still looking at Blue.
"It's called sweet. There's many things around here that taste sweet."