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Martin Darkov - 8th generation ([personal profile] theguideless) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2012-10-05 07:29 pm

new old pavements [open]

Date & Time: 10/5 and beyond if need be
Location: Not far from the Hold
Characters: Martin, you
Summary: Looks like a lot of things need rebuilding or fresh construction (be it in prose or brackets or drawthings)
Warnings: I...I don't have to warn about 8 billion apologies anymore.............HOW...






With bare feet and over-sized clothes, Martin looked more like a refugee than a familiar transport. But then, things weren't particularly familiar anymore. In that, it was exciting...and frightening. Already the expectations he had were greatly sobered through mere days alive in Exsilium. Perhaps the timing of his rebirth was off. Things had tapered to a tense silence above ground, though by the itching feeling in his throat and lungs, things weren't utterly clean of the attacks. Rubble and broken places – even the places where transports called their tentative homes...It wasn't as disturbing to him as it perhaps ought to have been. But he had little to compare it to; life as a Darkov was sheltered and sparse, with community life restricted to family and a rigorous cause.

All in the past. Exsilium was now, for good or ill.

He hugged his arms and settled them on his knees, seated on..a piece of wall? Something that wasn't designed to be a seat, whatever it was. Probably a piece of wall. His mind wasn't on it.

Where to start?

...Start? Hadn't things already begun? Strange, the way his mind started tapering away from the things he knew were right. The human condition was at play, dropping heavy drapes over his clarity. Heavy was the best word for it all – uncertainty, grief, excitement, guilt, relief...it wasn't the miserable trudge of days long gone. This was a steady and certain hope, not the desperate clawing and groping of a boy ignorant of the world and himself. Even with fear crowding in, the flicker of truth within remained.

It was going to be alright. Even through the worst of things...

His body shuddered against both the chill in the air and the unknowns.
stonefaith: (downcast | takes its toll)

[personal profile] stonefaith 2012-10-06 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
--Martin.

The call.

Bariyan had been letting the boy roam free for the past few days, not wanting to impose upon his newfound freedom, not wanting to isolate him from all the chances that were now his... and so Bariyan had suppressed his own gnawing worries and kept them to himself. But now-- now the call came, without knowing intention and without urgency but strong all the same, slow, its demand building up and piling until the whole thing rolled over and burst through the dam.

Now, the flood.

He was on the highest floor of a gutted building, one wall torn out completely, leaving him free to sit at the edge with his legs dangling into the air. He'd dragged up a crate of beer with him. The crate was half-empty, now, and he had taken to throwing the bottles out into the open air to watch them crash down in the debris below.

He slumped against the column to his left; hair falling across his eyes, head bowed, hunched and bleak. He'd been angry, at first. He'd been angry ever since they'd returned to the city. But that anger was gone from him, now, and it had left precious little behind.

--Martin.
Edited 2012-10-06 02:14 (UTC)
stonefaith: (wretched | a sadness runs through him)

[personal profile] stonefaith 2012-10-06 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't question the boy's appearance, his sudden presence when Bariyan needed him the most; questioning would come later. When his mind cleared.

He reached out, fingers passing through and grasping at the intangible light that made up Martin's ghost. And he wondered, again, with a lurching horror, whether this whole thing was a lie. Where would he wake up this time? Back on the moors, the medallion still clutched in his hands, cold and lifeless? Or even further away -- thrown centuries into the future in a world far away, forced to start again. This time alone.

At least that would invalidate his current woes.

And that was altogether too much to contemplate at once. Parts of Bariyan's mind began to close off. He let his walls fall away, holding on for just one moment before giving in. Because Martin was the one person around whom Bariyan didn't need to defend himself.

He looked up, wretchedly, staring blind into the sky.

"Koltira is gone." His words rang curiously flat and calm. Gone. Not dead, not hurt. Just gone.

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hornedomen: (smile)

[personal profile] hornedomen 2012-10-06 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
For the past few days, Ico helped rebuild the city while others recovered. He wanted to help in any way he could but there were some places where he was not allowed to go. The citizens kept him away from the dead but he knew they were out there. He could tell by the look on their faces as they moved in front of him to hide the bodies.

But seeing Martin alive again was enough to make him smile. At times, he still thought it was all a dream. He called out to Martin to see if he was real enough to hear him.

“Martin!”

Ico’s voice sounded louder today in contrast with the quiet of the city. The residual gas was not enough to make his throat hurt. He did not feel it at all at this point. The pieces of rubble scratched the ground under his feet as he ran to him, as if he thought Martin would disappear if he dawdled.

“What are you doing out here?”
hornedomen: (smile)

[personal profile] hornedomen 2012-10-06 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
There, that smile was a source of great joy to him and yet it raised the most questions. Martin had changed now and while Ico was glad that he looked happier, he wondered about what happened. Maybe it was all an elaborate dream yet he could feel his warmth when he hugged him. He put his head under his chin so the bend of his horn circled the side of Martin’s neck. The sharp, blackened tip was pointed away so Martin was in no danger of getting hurt.

Ico squeezed him a little tighter before he let go. His face was getting red with tears but he wiped them away before they fell.

“You’re really back, right?”

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[personal profile] ex_bandai157 2012-10-06 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Barnaby never thought he'd grow to like this city in any way, but there's something horrible about seeing it taken apart. Every cracked wall, piece of rubble, broken space makes the anger bubbling in his chest that much hotter, more ready to overflow into action. His earlier thoughts about possibly staying out of the conflict were foolish, he sees now; the Initiative has made the war a pressing concern for all of the transports, and he can accept that now. The United Earth, whatever else they are, have done something horrific and unforgivable, and he'll be happier to see them gone.

(And before when he looked around these roads, these walls, these paths, he'd seen a city not so unlike his own; now he sees where people had to flee, where people have died, where fire consumed.)

He'd been looking for a purpose before, fumbling around in the dark for a reason to keep going; and now he has one, all but literally falling into his lap. It's his own will (he's sure, right?) to accept it.

It's lost in thoughts like these that he approaches the area where Martin sits.

oh god what are tenses

[personal profile] ex_bandai157 2012-10-06 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
It was the movement that caught his attention, making him pause and notice the boy not sitting far away. The same boy, he realized now, from the catacombs, and then before that from those tense few weeks when he was a fear, a danger to the people of Exsilium. Connecting that person - whom he'd even doubted to be a person at the time - to the polite, vulnerable-looking boy before him now was difficult.

He wasn't particularly in the mood for small talk, but he approached Martin anyway, expression settling into something neutral but not unfriendly.

"You're feeling better, I take it?"

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[personal profile] caligulas_aquarium 2012-10-06 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Admittedly, he hadn't really thought much of Martin these past few weeks. Koltira told him he had died, and aside thinking about it for a few minutes, Eridan wasn't all that bothered about the whole thing, completely forgetting about it after he went off on his own for a while just before the bombing had started.

In fact, he still hadn't remembered. He had other things on his mind and it wasn't until he spotted the familiar figure outside during a little excursion out of the hold he recalled having not seen the guy in weeks, though it was surprisingly difficult to actually place it as that withdrawn, sad little figure he was so used to Martin being, but familiar enough to avoid passing him by entirely, instead approaching him by his makeshift seating.

"Mar?"
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[personal profile] caligulas_aquarium 2012-10-06 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're lookin' different. Well, ewen."

He takes note of...well, whatever seems different. It's definitely there, he's just not exactly sure what's changed yet, but at the very least he doesn't sound so timid anymore.

So much for being dead, too - well, unless he revived somehow. Back where he was from it wasn't exactly unheard of for that kind of thing to happen. Especially, for some reason, with all the wrong people. But Martin didn't fall into the category of people he'd want to stay dead, no; he was better than most of them, even if Eridan wouldn't exactly call on that often.

"I heard you died or somethin'."

Sounding all too blasé about the idea, too.

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speakveryclearly: Kanaya in ivory, pointing out a problem with a raised arm and trying not to be petulant. (Dissatisfaction)

I'm late but I heard you like... drawthings... so I... made... some...

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-10-07 05:37 am (UTC)(link)


It was Kanaya's third day above ground in Exsilium, and the experience was beginning to wear on her. She had expected to have more answers than, but instead her ascent only offered her more questions. The other trolls, Eridan in particular. Her future, and the dubious state it had been cast into by Feferi. Up here there might have been some light, but it was still dark and grey, and also cold. She'd been informed there were some blistering deserts out in the wastelands. Maybe those would be more suited to her element. It wasn't as if anyone else here knew how to glow in the dark--

speakveryclearly: Someone holds Kanaya's chin in their hand; she looks over at them, eyes lidded, blushing slightly, brows raised. (Uncomfortable)

shhhhhh YOU'RE UNVEILING MY DARK SECRETS TO LOOKING REMOTELY GOOD AT ART

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-10-07 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)


She suddenly had the strong feeling that she had seen something outside of the domain intended for her ocular globes - which she'd been feeling almost as strongly had been narrowing even as the dewy dawn of her second life had increased the clarity with which she observed it. So he was a being of the light in some way. Like how she was a daughter of the day. But... somehow she doubted that this stranger would exactly jump at the self-descriptor of "a creature of sin", unlike her. The sunlight meant something different entirely on Earth, maybe more similar to what it had on Prospit. But... that had been so long ago. What was the date of its destruction now - eleven months? She still described herself as "6" just as she would have before, but now she was certainly 14 years old, though to her that inferior measurement of relative age didn't matter anymore. Not since she'd been turned, and to be honest for a while before she had taken to wearing real makeup on both her lips and eyes. Back in her own universe, she had taken the presence of colors for granted. Not anymore. Not in her old white hell and not in her current gray purgatory.

Well, she couldn't let this meeting go by uncommemorated, and so it was that she ended up awkwardly raising her dextral extremity in the greeting gesture known universally (at least in her experience), as a "wave".



"Hi there, uh... I'm Kanaya Maryam; it's nice to meet you." There. Dialoglog accomplished.
Edited (I left out some IMPORTANT FACTS Martin should notice relative to VR!Kanaya) 2012-10-07 20:14 (UTC)

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sacrificar: (no need for a false sun)

h e l l o

[personal profile] sacrificar 2012-10-08 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Martin, she remembered him well. Their last encounter, news of what he had done, and now... this. So much, all coming from the same source. Whatever he was, the boy was truly full of surprises. Whatever he was, it warranted an additional conversation. Was it to satisfy her own curiosity as well? Absolutely. She wouldn't deny that.

"You seem well." She said, approaching him.

Halibel could tell, just by looking at him. The changes now went beyond the physical. She couldn't keep but ask herself the same question multiple times:

Was that really the same Martin?
sacrificar: (value your fear)

[personal profile] sacrificar 2012-10-11 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He observed him continuously, watching the way his body moved and how he reacted in order to act accordingly herself. Most notable was how much he had changed. It was striking, to say the least, when compared to her last face-to-face meeting with him.

He said he was well, and there seemed to be little that would make her doubt his claim. Though there was something she wished to hear him say.

"You are the same Martin as before?"

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seamend: (oh no aw man)

HELLO I AM SLOWW also lemme know if post-koltira death is too late a date!

[personal profile] seamend 2012-10-09 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Aileen was frustrated when they came back above. Yes, the relief was there, to finally see the sun, but it changed none of Exsilium's problems. None of her's. The many battered pieces of rubble were symbolic to their struggle and how badly they were failing.

But how much worse its gotten over the days, now that Koltira is dead. Now that there seems to be less and less to keep her mind off certain swelling worries.

So it is a strange thing to spot Martin after all this time. Hadn't she just asked Bariyan about his well being? And... that reminded her too, of how little she was able to do for the boy.
It took a certain skill, to ignore the twist of her insides as she approached.

This time, Aileen made sure to give him a bubble of personal space.

"Hello. Martin." She nodded along with the greeting, giving as friendly a smile as she could despite the awkward circumstances.
seamend: (oh no aw man)

[personal profile] seamend 2012-10-26 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
It was the smile that got her showing one in return, even if just as small and something sad in it too. He was obviously doing much much better than their last meeting, and that was enough for her to step a little closer. It was a relief that somehow things looked like they were turning up for him.

"...You've been through quite a lot." And then, after a nervous clearing of her throat, "I'm so sorry I hurt you."