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exsiliumlogs2013-11-20 05:47 pm
maddeninghatter) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-11-20 05:47 pm
Entry tags:
- alice (pandora hearts),
- allen walker (d. gray-man),
- chrono (chrono crusade),
- chrysos kineas (original),
- elliot nightray (pandora hearts),
- gilbert nightray (pandora hearts),
- kevin cecil (makai ouji),
- lenalee lee (d.gray-man),
- oz vessalius (pandora hearts),
- rosette christopher (chrono crusade),
- xerxes break (pandora hearts)
It seemed like a good idea at the time...
Date & Time: 2698, fin-de-millenium, just prior to the formation of the United Earth
Location: Las Vegas
Characters: Break, Kevin, Gilbert, Oz, Elliot, Alice, Allen, Lenalee, Rosette, Chrono, Chrysos
Summary: Fear and loathing
Warnings: Showgirls and Gilbert weeping.
The statement “Let’s go to Vegas” exists as the multiverse’s quintessential definition of, “well it seemed like a good idea at the time.” Even in this case, it really had, between zombies, insurrection, and the day to day tedium of life on the moon. Besides which, Xerxes Break has a new sentient (sentient-er) weapon, which in a stunning show of good judgement is too dangerous to test on the moonbase, nor in any concentration of people. Las Vegas, set against the backdrop of the vast, desolate Mojave desert, seemed to be a perfect choice.
When our heroes wink into existence, squinting against the early-morning desert sunshine, they’ll find themselves duly welcomed. Come play in the casino. When you feel a bit peckish, indulge in all you can eat. Take your winnings and go shopping; at night, take in a show. And if you’ve done really well gambling, unwind in a ridiculously luxurious suite.
…or is this how you’re spending the night?
Thirty-six hours in Vegas, what could possibly go wrong?
(ooc: feel free to start threads willy-nilly, name your time and place, threadjack and mingle)
Location: Las Vegas
Characters: Break, Kevin, Gilbert, Oz, Elliot, Alice, Allen, Lenalee, Rosette, Chrono, Chrysos
Summary: Fear and loathing
Warnings: Showgirls and Gilbert weeping.
The statement “Let’s go to Vegas” exists as the multiverse’s quintessential definition of, “well it seemed like a good idea at the time.” Even in this case, it really had, between zombies, insurrection, and the day to day tedium of life on the moon. Besides which, Xerxes Break has a new sentient (sentient-er) weapon, which in a stunning show of good judgement is too dangerous to test on the moonbase, nor in any concentration of people. Las Vegas, set against the backdrop of the vast, desolate Mojave desert, seemed to be a perfect choice.
When our heroes wink into existence, squinting against the early-morning desert sunshine, they’ll find themselves duly welcomed. Come play in the casino. When you feel a bit peckish, indulge in all you can eat. Take your winnings and go shopping; at night, take in a show. And if you’ve done really well gambling, unwind in a ridiculously luxurious suite.
…or is this how you’re spending the night?
Thirty-six hours in Vegas, what could possibly go wrong?
(ooc: feel free to start threads willy-nilly, name your time and place, threadjack and mingle)
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But this is not about himself, but Break, and the creature's words are quite indicative of its nature.]
...
[Kevin takes another step in Break's direction. His expression becoming incredibly soft. His voice is steady and calm, and completely otherworldly.]
Enough. You ought to let him go.
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[ A dark mass of nothing springs up behind him. It's the same as what appeared at the factory, so many weeks ago. ]
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Kevin?
[The name takes him aback. At first, Kevin believes the creature is referring to himself, but that doesn’t seem to make any sense.]
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...
This is, of course, one of the many fictions he tells himself. When Kevin Cecil calls his name, it's enough for him to push aside his powerful Chain and gasp: ]
Don't dally, Mister Cecil.
[ Because that mass of nothing is growing larger and starting to eat away the cactus. ]
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And so he doesn't need to be asked twice. Without hesitation, he leaps forward, wing unfolding as he dodges the black mass. He aims to bury the spear deep into Break's chest, right where he knows the strange tattoo is.]
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GAH!
[ — and falls to his knees, gasping. The dark mass shimmers and fades away. ]
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As he pushes the spear deeper, he leans closer, his free arm surrounding Break, his lips whispering a soothing prayer in his ear. The soft, warm words are Enochian, and they sound as holy as their nature would suggest.
The spear vanishes in slow flames a few seconds later, washing Break's soul and body with ecstatic healing...And yet it will go no further than Break himself wishes it to.]
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Thus the spear comes as a relief. Fingers curling into Kevin's jacket, Break slumps into his arms. He doesn't understand the prayer, but it sounds like sunshine, just like the brilliant aura surrounding him.
...
Oh hang on. ]
Ha... Haha....
[ His laughter is muffled, because his head is still buried in Kevin's shoulder. ]
That went... haha..... better than expected....
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I am sorry...Another angel would have manifested their power in a gentler way.
[But poor Break is stuck with the "Angel of Cruelty". Not for the first time, Kevin is ashamed of his own nature.
However, right now, he has more pressing concerns to address.]
It might be a good idea if you explained what...what we are a dealing with. This...force of destruction... is not something I can exorcise, is it?
[He supports Break by his shoulders and waist so they can sit together on a rock. Finding Break's hand, he does not let it go. This is going to be a long and exhausting day, he can tell.]
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No. I could sever the connection at any time.
[ He can feel the blood seal mirror hanging against his breast. ]
The entity you met is Mad Hatter. He is.....
[ How to explain? He remembers the way Gilbert had looked at him, when he'd found out about his past. Even though it wasn't for the reason he'd feared, he still....
Ugh. ]
He's the reason I'm alive.
[ One of them, anyway. ]
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...In this case, we should probably let him stay where he is.
[He holds Break closer, afraid that he might depart to the land of the dead at any second, his face buried in white hair.
What a nice smelling zombie...]
...Kevin. You came back when you heard my name... And the creature...
[Teased them about it for some reason. A hidden meaning behind its words. A hidden cruelty. ]
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Your name....
[ Kevin is holding his hand, his brain finally registers. His fingers twitch, in an answering squeeze. ]
Once, you told me: there is no angel named "Kevin." By what name are you truly called?
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Still, it has been a long time since someone asked his name so directly. Lucifer nudged him into revealing himself. And even Rosette turned it into a game.
He replies Break's squeezing hand by interlacing their fingers and resting his chin on top of the soft white hair. Then he lets out a small sigh, gathering strength.]
...Uriel. My name is Uriel.
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[ Break has no knowledge of archangels, as expected. Even so, his lips twitch into a half-smile, and he leans into Uriel's embrace. ]
Uriel. That's a nice name. Haha, it's better than Kevin, anyway...
[ A moment longer he'll linger, in this angel's warm sunlight.... Suddenly he stirs, and stands up. ]
Well! It's time to try again, if you're ready, Mister —
[ He exhales. ]
If you're ready, Uriel.
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[Being addressed by his real name, by someone who has never known "Uriel", mesmerizes him so that he almost misses the fact that Break didn't answer his question. Almost. He does not press further though. Not right now, anyway. It seems barbaric to ruin Break's peace. Particularly when he is about to cause him pain once more.
He touches Break's chest gently, briefly, and then the side of his neck, as if sensing his pulse, accessing the state of Break's soul.]
Are you certain? Mad Hatter, whatever he is, seemed rather unpleasant.
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I won't argue with that, except to say that I really can't blame him for being the way he is. He was created for a specific purpose, one which would be enough to drive anybody mad, I think.
[ He unsheathes the sword, and, stepping away from Kevin, slashes it through the air a few times. Several feet away, the top of a prickly pear cactus wobbles in the breeze and falls over, having been neatly sliced. ]
There's something I used to be able to do, namely confine Mad Hatter's power to my sword. Hm.
[ Another slash, and that same cactus shudders and, with a quiet whoosh!, disintegrates into dust. ]
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He remembers being rather relieved, not a long time ago, at the fact that young master had finally decided to learn magic. With so many dangers around, those he cares about should be able to keep themselves from harm.]
...What is its purpose?
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I say! I do believe you might have stabbed Hatter a little. He seems less... hm, how shall I put it?
[ He is feeling the outline of his blood seal mirror, beneath his shirt. It occurs to him that, insane or not, he probably should have asked Mad Hatter whether he wanted to be sentient weaponized, before having it done. He'd assumed that his Chain tried to kill him and take over straight away, simply because he could, but perhaps there was more to it than that. ]
Less mad. Angry mad, I mean.
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...You will have to thank the Initiative for that. I have never been able to make anyone less mad before. At least not on my own. It is...a nice development.
[He finds out he has a more practical question to ask.]
Are you aware when he is...out?
[Mad Hatter claimed he could see everything, and Break is, well...]
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[ He is starting to wander off, in the direction of a large rock outcropping, sizable enough to blot out the sun. He swings his cane jauntily, gesticulating expansively with his other arm. ]
Otherwise he'd pop out and get into all manner of trouble, and we can't have that, now, can we?
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If the legends about night and day gambling are true, Kevin might suggest Break to visit this place more often. He follows him with his eyes, realizing the days of the poor rocks are counted. It is all right, he thinks distractly, as long as that makes Break happy.
Finally reaching a spot just outside the rocks' range, he deflates after a theatrical sigh.]
That is a little concerning, though. To be seen like this. I fear he considers me rather ugly...
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[ On cue, a black whirlwind sweeps up behind him, erupting into a wide, fluttering cape, topped with a wholly improbable, gigantic hat. The great red eye beneath it winks open, as chains clank all around. ]
Go on. Stretch your... your brim or something, I know you've been all cooped up.
[ There's a piercing, loud crack as the end of rocky promontory breaks off and shatters into so many pebbles. He has to leap backwards to avoid some of them, then vaporizes the rest. ]
Hahahaha! Ha! Ha!
[ Yes, that laughter is sounding a bit unhinged. ]
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As it is often the case when Mad Hatter is involved, the angel's speech becomes even and detached, shedding the range of human emotions that makes him Kevin.]
He is also a bit of an exhibitionist, I think. Or is that you?
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[ Another bubbling paroxysm of laughter. Yet Xerxes Break remains himself, contractor and controller of Mad Hatter. Their old relationship has been reestablished. Things are as they were. And yet....
The fact that Kevin's (Uriel's) spear touched Mad Hatter suggests that his Chain actually wants to be helped. Being a force of terror, killing so many of his own kind, year after year... it must have affected him, just as being the author of the Tragedy of Sablier must have affected Oz. Just as becoming a murderer had changed him.
He presses his hand to his chest. ]
The truth is, it's both of us who are like that. We are —
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