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beneath the stars came falling on our heads
Date & Time: throughout September.
Location: various.
Characters: Donny Casey/Atlas and assorted unfortunate souls.
Summary: Going to be throwing individuals starters in, but slam me a pm or grab me on plurk if you would like a thread sometime during the month! c:
Warnings: I will add these as necessary!
( Donny's actually feeling pretty good about this month.
But we all know that's going to go up in flames so let's prepare the popcorn. And here is a sly link to his appearance page in case you need to know what Atlas' uniform is like, ohoho. )
Location: various.
Characters: Donny Casey/Atlas and assorted unfortunate souls.
Summary: Going to be throwing individuals starters in, but slam me a pm or grab me on plurk if you would like a thread sometime during the month! c:
Warnings: I will add these as necessary!
( Donny's actually feeling pretty good about this month.
But we all know that's going to go up in flames so let's prepare the popcorn. And here is a sly link to his appearance page in case you need to know what Atlas' uniform is like, ohoho. )
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For Anne's sake, he nods, as if he could have absorbed that and believe it to be true. Although, very softly, he does manage to speak. ) Sometimes w-we, um. We d-deserve the w-weapons.
( Hoarse, struggling past a dry throat. )
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Others will attempt to wield their tongues as blades in your heart true enough, so there is no need to further destroy your own character. Others will see how you hold yourself, and it will only make them more cruel if you show weakness.
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D-do you, um. Think I d-did this to m-myself?
( Destroy himself, made himself so weak and so compromised, such an easy target. It's not angry, not accusatory, just quiet. )
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I cannot make any claim on your history or pain, Adonis, but I think that you are much stronger than you allow yourself to be.
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Sometimes he doesn't know if Anne is genuine, or if she says kind things because of courtesies, because telling someone they're on the verge of collapsing in on themselves, that their foundations are decayed, would hardly be civil. )
You are v-very k-kind, Lady Anne. I appreciate your, um, your g-generosity v-very-- very m-much.
( He can appreciate it and the effort, even if he can't quite believe it. ) I, uh. Yeah.
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For her, though, he is too low, when it comes to marriage material. Then again, most men here are. Is there even a catch to be had? ]
You must just call me Anne, hm? We are friends. I am not showing you any kindness this night; I fear I have only upset you more. It simply hurts my own heart to see yours in such disarray, and so I wish I could heal it as quickly as an angel might.
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( Affirming, albeit a little tentatively. He still feels guilty for the part-- but, well. Donny tilts his head, reaching into his bag, rummaging for something. )
C-can I, um. Show you something? It's m-magic but uh, it's safe.
( Rather than just spring it on her, but she's given him an idea. And at least if he's here, and they're friends, he can show her art. )
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Magic...
[ Fuck all. Well, Nash uses magic... She really has been forced to tolerate a lot lately. ]
Please, treat this as if it were your own home. Feel free to do as you like.
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I'm g-grateful. That you um, that you-- that you t-took the t-time.
( Awkward, embarrassed, actually, but he is grateful and he's so poor with words, but he can make metal dance. it rises from the pool in his hand, three ribbons of liquid metal that twist and spiral in the air, catching the light. )
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This is much prettier to look at than a fortune, though, and is actually metal, as far as she could see. Though hesitant at first, she inches closer to watch, then claps when it glints in the light just so. ]
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( Commenting, quietly, as the metal dances around itself, until it's a single spinning sphere. Gradually, pieces start to peel away, to shift and change, until it's a blooming rose, still liquid, but holding it's shape. )
M-magic, um. Is w-what let's m-me be stronger. When I'm Atlas.
( An explanation, the reason why he and Atlas are different. )
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Then does that leave me to use mine own magic to make Adonis stronger?
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One d-day I'll um, m-make you something that isn't a f-flower. ( He's just not at his most imaginative, right now.
The smile wavers a little. ) M-maybe. Or um, maybe I should j-just be Atlas all the t-time.
( Part a joke, and part a serious suggestion. Maybe he should just stop being anything outside his uniform.)
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[ She likes flowers, especially roses! So she isn't complaining. This is the kind of thing she can actually display... Which she does, after fawning over it a moment with her fingertips, leaning over to carefully set it just in the center of the coffee table. She might need to find a velvet cushion for it to make it proper, but for now it is fine enough. ]
Shall I call you Atlas instead, then?
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( It stings, in a way. In unintentional reminder of the bracelet he made Max, the charms that he'd shown Anne so long ago, and he draws the envelop carrying the bracelet out of his pocket, crumpled and worn through, looking at the bracelet inside before he drops it onto the bag. It was nice, that Anne liked what he made. It sucked that Max had been so sad. That art could make her that sad. )
Only w-with the uniform. ( A little serious. ) W-when I p-picked the name, I um. N-never thought about how Atlas is d-doomed. Atlas and Adonis. G-good work, huh?
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Apparently, I am told that history can be altered. Why not legend?
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You're right.
( He can concede that, even if the words are rasped out. It's more complicated, he thinks, but he doesn't really want to argue over something pointless, that would turn confusing with his struggle to articulate his ideas. )
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Why can you not use your magic on yourself when you are not in uniform? Mayhap become someone other than Adonis or Atlas.
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( Articulate, as ever. He takes a moment, rubbing his forehead. ) I'm-- m-my magic only is um, elemental. F-fire and uh, and earth. W-water, sometimes.
( A little. It's more dangerous for him to use than the others, but it's not the point. ) Atlas is-- l-like a symbol. When I have m-my uniform, I c-can, um. Forget I'm Donny C-Casey.
( He's not doing well at explaining this, so he scoops up the bag, standing carefully. ) M-may I um, g-get changed? Somewhere.
( She won't understand it before she sees it. )
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If you so wish, you may use my apartment.
[ Because as much as she hates that idea, the idea of sending someone into the privy to change is horrible. She already hates that the bath is in there.
So she'll open up the door to her room and curtsy a touch while waving him in. It's a lot like one would expect an Anne Boleyn room to look like, if slightly barren of her normal glory. Funds are limited, after all, and selection on Exsilium even more-so. ]
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Right then. At least when he changes it's quick - you have to get speedy at changing, in this line of work, and he strips away his clothes, dragging on his uniform. The matte black that makes up most of it, black boots and gloves, the red of the toga, the clip of the utility and then the gold of his armour, all meant to be fire and earth together, before he pulls on his mask. And then there's the part where he folds up his other clothes and neatly puts them in his bag, but when he straightens up, he's someone different. Taller, no more slouching - flawless posture, actually.
Also, those sure are some skintight clothes and lots of muscles, just saying. It's only a moment before he's easing the door open, not sure if Anne is waiting there, or will have returned to sit. )
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Well, she is used to men in tights, at least! So that's no big deal. Maybe they have more than a toga over that, but...the armor helps draw attention away, as well. It's not nearly as fancy as she would make, but then she does like extravagance.
The change in stance is immediately noticed by her, of course. It makes him seem a little taller, and of course the mask only adds mystery. ]
You stand taller than any titan could. It is as if I have attended a masquerada! Are we to have a party of our very own here, then? I fear I am dressed as nobody.
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It's terrifying because she knows Adonis and she knows the truth of the transformation, but he almost doesn't care. Nothing matters so much. He's still so tempted to leave Adonis behind completely and be Atlas at all hours. )
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Teasing it as a masque is well and good, but his change in demeanor is unnerving. It only makes her a little more unsure and suspicious of his nature. He clearly can change, so why does he need the uniform?
Smile, smile...and then half-turn as they reach the living space. ]
Surely there must be somebody left that I can create a masque for. Phoebe is already taken, how sad. I would so love to shine like the moon.
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He takes only a moment to jot down two possibilities, before he passes her the note. )
Tethys was the embodiment of the water, and that got to shine with the sun and the moon. Or there's Mnemosyne, the mother of the muses. I don't think I've met anyone here who appreciates the works of the muses the way you do.
( Sure, there's some teasing in it, but it's good natured, and he's only working with her comment of shining like the moon. )
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