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exsiliumlogs2013-09-15 09:08 am
overclocking) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-09-15 09:08 am
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Date & Time: backdated to September 2nd
Location: Unit 808
Characters: Chrono (overclocking) and Mary Madgalene (sawhatyoudidthere)
Summary: LOTS OF GROSS FEELINGS and demons pining outside ofivory towers apartments
Warnings: Possible talk of loss of life bc Chrono Crusade, will update as necessary
[It's been almost a full 24 hours since her arrival. Chrono tells himself (repeatedly, while forcing down meals, while lying uselessly awake all night, while putting himself through the motions of morning chores and training) that the best thing he could do for her is stay the hell away from her. He knows she doesn't remember the whole story, knows he's in an unfair position because he does—
He wonders if there would even be any point in discussing such things with a prophet.
But his resolve is as weak as his ability to fixate on anything but her, and he's standing before unit 808 before he really knows it, torn on what to do, what he should be doing. More important than the possible dissemination of information, he's— selfish. She's here, alive and whole, smiling that same enigmatic smile that made him want to carve all her secrets open 54 years ago. Perhaps what leads him to the apartment is his own selfish childishness.
He raises his hand, half-knocks once, before his courage promptly deserts him and his hand falters mid-way through the second knock. What is he doing?]
Location: Unit 808
Characters: Chrono (
overclocking) and Mary Madgalene (sawhatyoudidthere)Summary: LOTS OF GROSS FEELINGS and demons pining outside of
Warnings: Possible talk of loss of life bc Chrono Crusade, will update as necessary
[It's been almost a full 24 hours since her arrival. Chrono tells himself (repeatedly, while forcing down meals, while lying uselessly awake all night, while putting himself through the motions of morning chores and training) that the best thing he could do for her is stay the hell away from her. He knows she doesn't remember the whole story, knows he's in an unfair position because he does—
He wonders if there would even be any point in discussing such things with a prophet.
But his resolve is as weak as his ability to fixate on anything but her, and he's standing before unit 808 before he really knows it, torn on what to do, what he should be doing. More important than the possible dissemination of information, he's— selfish. She's here, alive and whole, smiling that same enigmatic smile that made him want to carve all her secrets open 54 years ago. Perhaps what leads him to the apartment is his own selfish childishness.
He raises his hand, half-knocks once, before his courage promptly deserts him and his hand falters mid-way through the second knock. What is he doing?]
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Still, his words are encouraging. She nods in agreement. Her question is calm though with genuine interest. She can assume, but for now she won't.]
How will we fight her?
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There are people here with amazing abilities. Exorcists, mages, wizards... they can do things I've never even heard of in our world.
In... my own time, [hesitates for a moment, because isn't that odd to say?] I was taking you back to the Order. We thought they might have the expertise to help. I honestly believe the same is true of this place; someone will know what to do.
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Are you already familiar with many here who may help?
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I've met demon slayers, people who can heal by magic, people who can touch minds... I know who to talk to, at least.
[ It's hope. More hope than he'd had 54 years ago. ]
We'll beat her this time. I'm sure of it.