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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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...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. ]
2/2
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 —
1/2
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. )
1/3
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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A professional secret he hopes will never be revealed: his preternatural knowledge of the human body comes mainly from torturing sinners; a task he used to perform with equal dedication.]
Mister Break was being terribly stubborn. But everything is all right now.
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( YOU KIDS HAVE FUN ;)
but in any case he turns on his heel
and
flees tbh. )
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— and Kevin THAT IS NOT HELPING! With difficulty, he finally his manages to gasp: ]
S-stop, Stop!
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beggedasked so nicely, Kevin will sigh as an understanding parent and sit back, chewing a scone thoughtfully.]Now, now...
[Kevin has never been the sort of angel to peek on humans being intimate. That would be completely inappropriate! So now he is innocently wondering why Mister Break is making such a funny face.]
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Right. That's better. He sits up and snaps, testily: ]
What was that all about, honestly!
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Honestly? It was about a certain Mister Break concealing his problems and making me worry sick.
[He lowers his voice for Break's benefit.]
It is impossible to be this tense without being in excruciating pain.
[He would know. He has been dealing with a missing wing for three thousand years.]
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[ nothing you can do about that, he was going to say.
But.
Even as he holds his tongue, it occurs to him that he feels more alive than he has in ages (even that).
.... ]
Got any more of those scones?
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Even if in the end he cannot do much.]
What a silly question. There will always be scones.
[He opens the picnic basket and offers him more sunlight deliciousness.]