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meta moderators ([personal profile] metamods) wrote in [community profile] metalogs2023-02-15 02:09 am

HOUSE OF M(ETA)





HOUSE OF M


A DREAM IS A WISH…

In dreams you will lose your heartaches,
whatever you wish for,
you keep.

Anti-Meta sentiments are on the rise. This is no secret. Check the news and you see it, politicians arguing about the dangers that superhumans pose to the world. What if they go rogue? What if they stage a mutiny? How can they tell that heroes are really the good guys, when so many of them have secret identities. In the last week, multiple protests against metahumans potentially moving to their cities have broken out across the United States. Some cities have proposed legislation that would make it illegal for metahumans to live within their borders.

Excelsior is leading the charge, politicians are looking to ban any metahuman whose abilities are not technical in origin from living there.

It is little wonder, then, that so many go to bed dreaming of a better world. One without the hardships of this one, or of the one they endured before.

Meanwhile, across the country, Sunset Falls is in a state of change. Mayor West finally has candidates willing to take the position of Mayor from him. This shift in the city's attention prevents anyone from paying much mind to the odd and potent energies taking shape. Sure, there are strange occurrences happening. A young woman walks by the school and immediately forgets her name, her job, and where she lives. Others report a strange feeling of being watched. Those sensitive to it may feel something otherworldly and strange hanging in the air. Bearing down on them with oppressive force.

And, dear heroes, as you know - two forms of surging energies create what is known as a Confluence.




THOSE LEFT BEHIND

You wake to pandemonium.

An emergency broadcast is blaring across any transmissible signal. A Confluence of unprecedented size has struck. Half of the country has been consumed by it.

By noon, there is a quarantine in place - not that anyone seems to be trying to leave the affected area. No, this quarantine is to prevent people from trying to go in. Unauthorized access is not permitted, not until the capes in charge have a better idea of what is going on. Once again, the Godfall Protocols are enacted. All able-bodied metahumans are recruited to the task, and once again, the Starfallen will find themselves standing shoulder to shoulder with those far weaker than them.

This time there is no giant monster to fight. Just a barrier, invisible to the naked eye, that seems to alter anyone who enters into it. The early metahuman scouts report themselves to be unaffected for the first few hours, but any normal humans who enter this space quickly find themselves… no longer themselves.

Atomight, Frances Starling and Mechanima are all at the Alliance HQ. For once, the three faction leaders seem to be in perfect harmony. This is a bad idea, they cannot send their people into this No Man’s Land… but they have no choice. The Godfall Protocols are what they are, they were created for this very reason. Though they are not arguing with each other, the government agents suddenly standing in HQ are telling a very different story. The three of them are not hiding the fact that they are all too aware that their “freedom” comes with a price, and their resentment is reaching a boiling point.

At some point during these early hours, Atomight finds himself temporarily locked out of his office. While the three leaders are distracted trying to regain entry, Fantastic takes center stage and begins issuing the most scripted heart-felt speech you have ever heard. Unlike the other three, he doesn’t seem to care much for what he could be sending people into. This is not a speech meant to inspire confidence that all will work out in the end, that the weakest among them will be taken care of, it is a speech to inspire soldiers.

By the end of this first day, they have gathered enough information to make a determination. The Starfallen seem to be more resilient to whatever effects are occurring than the rest of the population. They are called to a unique, private meeting - one in which all three leaders attend.

“We don’t know what you will be facing there,” they state plainly. “But we know you have the best chance of making it out with your minds intact.”

The choice is yours. You can help secure the area, you can retreat to Little Love and hope that this expands no further, or you can step into the unknown.

You can engage with the leaders here.

HOUSE OF (M)ETA.



Inside the quarantine zone, all is well.

Your alarm rings a little late and you find yourself groggy and briefly disoriented, as though waking from a very long dream. One that you find yourself considering to be unpleasant, and not worth thinking about. You stretch and slide out of bed, perhaps kiss your partner good morning and prepare yourself to wrangle your children and get them prepared for school, but today is like any other day. The world is as it always has been, and you find yourself oddly comforted to know that things are not as bad as they could be.

And then your day begins.

If you are a card carrying member of the Guardian Alliance, then you report to work before most of the world is up and running. Atomight appears to be busy in Central City, as he is not present and is not answering any calls, but you know what to do. The Guardian Alliance is all about finding ways to be useful, without enrolling in any of the government run Metahuman departments. It pays less, and you have to have frequent check-ins with actual government approved heroes, but you find a measure of freedom in it… though the pressure is immense. One wrong move and you may find yourself imprisoned for “irresponsible” use of your powers, branded as the reason why metahumans should stay under the thumb of the government after their service ends, and not allowed to organize themselves in fear they may take over the world.

If you took the darker path, then you will find yourself reporting to an ordinary office building in whatever city you live in, for a boring job that you do not have. Villainy is not a safe passtime, but those who band together tend to stay alive a little longer. The Society of Villainous Reformation exists to provide the community that most villains lack. Villainy comes in many shapes and sizes, and the Society has all sorts. The only uniting factor in this faction is the fact that you do not want to be used the way heroes are. You want to use your powers as you see fit, whether that means you get an edge on tests or rob banks to your heart's content is up to you.

Or are you a vigilante? A complete wildcard, answering to nothing and no one but your own personal sense of justice? Vigilantes have a reputation for being brutal and efficient, needing none of the teamwork and oversight that the guilds use. They are also generally less accountable, unless The Society or the Guardian Alliance steps in.

Starfall, formerly Starstruck. He was one of the first heroes to enroll in the government's War Hero project, which has now become a mandatory military service for all young metahumans upon reaching 18.

The most concerning thing right now in the world is the cult, the Battlements of the Shining God. They are known to sacrifice people to their fearsome God, stating that it will give them the power to put things right. But… you have never seen them in person. Only heard of the wreckage they leave. But disturbingly, if you tune in to the nightly broadcast that the Dreamers of the Willow Maiden put out to help lull you to sleep, you will note they seem… off. Warning of a war that is coming. You are fairly certain you can handle a confrontation with them, though. After all, nothing you couldn’t handle has ever happened.

And as you fall asleep at night in this perfect world, in your perfect life, you swear you hear The Lady herself whispering in your ear. Wake up, wake up, this dream is not yours to live.

Yet when you try to hold on to those words, they slip from your thoughts. And when you awaken, all remains as it should be.

SNAP BACK TO REALITY





For those who agree to go into the quarantined zone, you find yourself given the best gadgets both the Alliance and The Society can offer. They are unsure how to prepare you for this, though the scouts that made it back say that things seem… fine. Peaceful, even. Everyone seemed so happy, but they did not recognize them.

Contact will be difficult to maintain. The radios were functioning while they were inside, but it seems that the further they went into these zones, the worse communication got.

When removed from the quarantine zone, those who were affected regained themselves bit by bit. Some held on stubbornly to their illusionary life, but when presented with undeniable evidence of the life they had before, and reminders of any joy they found within it, they came back to themselves.

“Are you saying that they have to befriend them to remind them of their sanity?” Mechanima asks, torn between incredulity and amusement.

“What he’s saying,” Frances cuts in, “is that they need a reminder that they have a life worth living outside of whatever the hell is going on in there.”

Atomight nods. “This appears to be a shared delusion manifested by magic. So, a mass psychic relay would be the best way to break the hold. However, it will take time to do safely.” He turns to the gathered volunteers. “Your job is to start cracks, so the whole thing shatters when we deliver the final punch… and no one soul is left bearing the brunt of that psychic backlash.”

There’s a moment of silence. You find yourself being handed resources for your trip inside - no weapons, just first-aid kits and any items you may have told people to gather that could remind your lost friends of who they are.

"This is going to change everything," Atomight continues. "Even if all this goes to plan, the fact that it happened at all means things won’t stay like they’ve been."

He doesn’t elaborate. Mechanima’s mask turns to troubled static, and Frances throws a glance back towards the Alliance’s tents. Many of the native metahumans are gathered, and Fantastic is posing for photos with them. The hashtag #METASTOTHERESCUE has been trending for hours, and were you to believe social media, Fantastic is the one leading the charge.

You turn, take a deep breath, and walk through the invisible threshold into another world. The teleportation devices you have been given will take you directly to the city of your choosing.

IN SUMMARY...

  • The unrest in Excelsior and the upcoming election in Sunset Falls has caused a massive confluence, which has affected a great portion of the country.


  • Anyone within the border of these affected areas finds themselves thrust into an alternate universe, wherein they lived a very different life as a native citizen of this world. In this version of the world, the Godfall Incident never happened.


  • All metahumans - regardless of if they belong to Society, the Alliance, and the Unaligned - find that the Godfall Protocols are being enacted, meaning that metahumans will be conscripted into assisting. Knowing most metahumans do not stand a chance against whatever metaenergies are causing this, the leaders of these groups are asking the Starfallen to enter willingly.


  • Being in the alternate universe for more than 72 hours will make you start to believe that you are part of it. It is very keen to assimilate you into it, and you may find yourself slowly developing false memories the longer you are in there.


  • Exiting isn't an immediate cure, but the longer you are out, the faster you will come back to yourself.



  • You can bring your AU-affected friends back to reality by reminding them of who they are, and that the life they have outside of the bubble is equally good as the one inside.


  • Anyone who wants to sit this one out can kick back, relax, and enjoy some Kansas hospitality. Little Love is a safe area and will protect any citizens who do not feel capable or are unwilling to jump into the unknown.


Please direct any questions regarding this log HERE.
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[personal profile] codicies 2023-04-02 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dylan snaps out of his daydreaming when he hears a voice calling out. He looks down toward the sound, making eye contact with the boy in the garden.

Something in Dylan's stomach jumps. There's something weirdly... nostalgic about looking into his eyes. There's a tug at the back of his mind, like there's something he's forgotten and is just on the verge of remembering, but it's out of reach.

He pushes that to the back of his mind, glancing behind him at the men posted by the door. The noise of the party should mask his voice if he answers. He leans forward and calls down:
]

Yeah.

I appreciate it, but you'd have to get past the guards.
badbutsadboy: (010)

[personal profile] badbutsadboy 2023-04-02 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[They're memorable eyes, especially with that magenta color. He's a meta and he has some slight physical mutations. The ears are covered with a beanie hat right now, even if his clothes are a bit dressier, with a dress shirt and dress pants.]

You have guards at the door?

[He can't see into the room to see if they're just at his door.]

If I get up to the window, you don't have any in the room that'll shoot me or something, will you?
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[personal profile] harageous 2023-04-02 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Hunter, you should—

( not be getting up so fast. really, he should probably just sit and breathe for a little while long. but he's up and racing over to the coffee table before eda can think to try to stop him.

which means that she's now having to pick her old creaky body off the floor and make her way over to him. )


Kid.

( she starts, getting ready to tell him to cut out what he's doing right now. this whole thing had just sent him into a panic-induced fit. he probably shouldn't be immediately going right back to it! however, hunter's drawing of the mask demands her attention first.

the sight of it invokes a strong reaction in her, a sharp twisting feeling underneath her ribs. somehow she feels a little queasy. she knows that mask. )


That. I've seen that.

( she just doesn't know where.

eda taps the paper with a long golden nail. had it been an ancient artefact? supernaturally charged? or just related to something greater that they had been investigating in the past? eda isn't sure. a lot of things start to blur together after a while.

but something seems to be missing.

picking up a blue pen, eda draws in a blue iris in the mask's left eye opening. )


Like this.
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[personal profile] codicies 2023-04-02 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think so. They wouldn't risk possibly hitting me.
badbutsadboy: (047)

[personal profile] badbutsadboy 2023-04-02 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, I'll get some food and be right up!

[He disappears back inside for a little while, comes out with a stolen tupperware container full of party finger food, and in the shadow of some bushes, he suddenly bounds up to Dylan's window, kicking back and forth between two pillars and then hooking a hand on a corbel and hefting himself up with the container clamped under his arm.]

[Regardless of what career he sets himself up with (hopefully a science one), someday he plans on going with his aunt on her expeditions to find magical artifacts on occasion. So he's prepared for the kinds of adventures a magical archeologist professor might get into.]

[He's put in a lot of hours at his parkour gym.]

[He sits on the railing of his balcony, pops off the lid, and hands it over with slightly mischievous smile, knowing that what he just did was fairly impressive.]

I'm Hunter, by the way.

[He speaks quietly, not wanting to upset any guards that might be nearby.]

So why do you have so many bodyguards? Is it because your family is super rich?

[If he's in this room, he lives in this house, and this house is the home of the one donating to all those charities.]
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cw: child abuse flashback

[personal profile] badbutsadboy 2023-04-02 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Hunter's not sure what mask he saw now. There are two masks that stick out in his mind. One that's simpler, with thinner slits for eyes. He thinks he saw that one.]

[But did he? Another form takes shape. With a flash in his mind like a lightning strike, his memory changes to a taller figure standing in the yard down below. Is that what he really saw instead?]

[He erases and lengthens the bottom of the mask into a beak-like shape. Then draws antlers. Then cracks that are oozing black liquid. With the last crosshatched stroke, he then stares out ahead, insensate, and goes still, the hand with the pencil dropping down still on the table, the pencil falling out of it.]

[Hunter's suddenly in a cavernous room covered in gold. The tall figure with his blue eye sits on a massive throne. Hunter's heart is pounding, the way it always does when he's displeased him, when they're alone here. Because he never knows how far his anger will go.]

[This room is sometimes a place of pain and shame over his failures and ingratitude. The figure towers over him and Hunter kneels in deference. In apology. In submission.]

[Everyone worships him, because he's a great man, and Hunter's no different. But what's different from everyone else is Hunter loves him so much. And his service to him is owed more than anyone else's because of what he's done for Hunter.]

[His life and time rightly belong to him.]

["So, you return with nothing. Is this the thanks I get for taking you in?"]

[The words come out of Hunter's mouth of their own accord, his present self forced to feel them leave his lips, hear them, without being able to stop them.]

Of course not. I want to help. A-A-And if you told me how wild magic did this to you, I might be able to find a -

[He's said the wrong thing. Stoked the fires of his anger. The tall man's arm jerks up and turns into a construct of dripping slime, a tentacle snapping out as fast as a whip. Hunter's heart clenches and he moves his head to left, only just in time to avoid another injury to another ear - or potentially losing it all together, were it to cut as deep into his face as a tentacle had when he'd gotten his face scar. He feels it snag his hair, cutting some of it off, but his skin is unmarred.]

[It's only through experience that his reflexes have gotten quick enough for him to sometimes dodge.]

[Hunters steadies his voice, keeps his eyes closed, submits.]

My apologies. I spoke out of turn. It won't happen again.

[He opens his eyes to see the slime tentacle withdraw, and the tall man clutches his chest, groans slightly. "These outbursts are painful." He stares down with glowing blue eyes. "And so is watching you fail. I know you can do better, Hunter."]

[In the real world, only a few seconds pass before he gasps lightly and comes back. His voice drops down to a hushed whisper, quaking with horror.]

I know him. Somehow. I belonged to him.

[It's the only way he can contextualize it. It's something he knows in his bones. He wasn't a person, he was an extension of his will. He was his to command and his to chastise and his to hurt whenever he pleased.]

Aunt Eda, who is he? What is he? What's happening to me?
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[personal profile] codicies 2023-04-02 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ When the boy disappears, Dylan finds an excuse for the guards to let him shut the door. Now at least they can talk in peace for a bit.

When he's back to the window, he's just in time to watch the boy parkour his way up to the window, and Dylan watches in wonder. The mischievous smile makes him feel almost... floaty in his gut, and his face goes a little pink.
]

Yeah. And so my brother thinks it's not safe for me to be out there without security detail. I got caught trying to sneak out a couple nights ago, so I'm basically on lockdown.
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[personal profile] badbutsadboy 2023-04-02 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[His heart pangs with a sympathy that is deeper than it should be as he thinks about being confined to his home a lot of the time.]

I'm sorry, that sounds a little lonely.

[But he can change that for at least tonight.]

What's your name?
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[personal profile] mostdangerousbird 2023-04-02 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. Yes, that would make sense. Why he was so calm and confident that they were safe. ]

You’re kinda impressive. Your powers, I mean. Not to value you as just one aspect .

[ He’s making idle conversation while the coffee brews and is poured. Tim sets a cardboard cup of black coffee on the rickety table beside Conner’s chair and picks up an equal portion of the energy bars. ]

What’s the idea and how can I help?

[ He would like his life back. As kind as Con has been, this is stressful. Should be stressful. Will inevitably be more stressful when it catches up to him. ]
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[personal profile] lowercase_el 2023-04-03 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
I know the location of some government outposts. Minimally guarded. With full access to the Project's systems. Mostly places that do some R&D.

If I can get proof off their hard-drives, we can give it to a reporter, have it get exposed. Even if the government is behind this they'll have to take down Walpert and the project to save face. Disavow them.

And they'll probably leave us alone because. Even if they killed us with an "accident" [air quotes] people would know who's responsible. They won't risk even the impression of involvement.
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[personal profile] mostdangerousbird 2023-04-03 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tim whistles under his breath. ]

That’s… a very good idea. My father knows a few reporters well, when the time comes.

[ The names are on the tip of his tongue, but he’ll remember them by the time Conner is done breaking into government facilities. ]

If it helps, I’m good with computers. It’s my major. Holy smokes, I’m talking out this like it’s normal. Let’s not get killed, on purpose or on accident.
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[personal profile] lowercase_el 2023-04-03 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
It'll be risky. It'd be better for you to stay somewhere safe.

[He looks thoughtful.]

But...I can only manage some basics.

[He looks troubled by the fact that he may have no choice.]

If I bring you, I need you to follow directions. There'll be times you'll need to just stay under cover while I clear the way.
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[personal profile] mostdangerousbird 2023-04-03 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
I ran away with a superhero because his boss wanted him to kill me. And now probably wants to kill him. I think we’re well past “risky.”

[ He takes a slow sip of his coffee, mulling it over. He’s not taking this lightly. His compliance has been steadily jumping from one best chance to the next. ]

If you leave me tucked away somewhere and you get caught, I’m as good as dead anyway. I can’t hide forever without your help. I’ll follow your lead.
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[personal profile] lowercase_el 2023-04-03 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He starts sipping his coffee, thoughtful.]

[He hates that he's right, but he is. He's still better off at his side, rather than staying alone in the motel where the team might find him and finish out Walpert's orders.]

I'll pay for a few nights here, so we have a place to store our stuff.

We should try to travel light for the mission.

[It's easier to be agile in a fight without much on them.]
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[personal profile] mostdangerousbird 2023-04-03 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tim nods. The plan is neat and tidy. Moving around to more motels would only mean more people to identify them, and they don’t need extra clothes and disguises when they’re breaking in.

Just some light B&E.

He has to lighten the mood before it feels to … grim. (It is grim, but perception is everything.)
]

You mean, besides the extra 140 pounds of dead weight you’ll be dragging around?
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[personal profile] lowercase_el 2023-04-03 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
You're kinda not dead weight if I can't do computer junk as well without you.

[He may not be able to fight but he's pretty essential.]

I don't know if I could get in and out fast enough otherwise.
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[personal profile] mostdangerousbird 2023-04-03 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
We hope. I’ve never hacked a government computer before.

[ Feels like a lie, so Tim sheepishly corrects himself. ]

Well, unless school counts. I saw Ferris Bueller and wanted to see if it was possible.
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[personal profile] codicies 2023-04-03 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Dylan.

[ It feels... nice, to be heard. To be understood. Dylan smiles a bit. ]

You know, even something as small as having an unauthorized guest is... pretty nice. Someone my sibling didn't pre-approve or pick out for me.
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[personal profile] a_gaggle_of_ghosties 2023-04-04 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Nox would be...less than thrilled, but given the ongoing situation he'd grudgingly agree and provide what he could (including that both he and Stephen Strange could be reached at the same address, since Stephen is also involved in the investigation). He would, however, warn that the Alliance's time was limited if they didn't want to be caught flat-footed once the problem inevitably boils over. Because they have reason to suspect things will become a problem very soon.

He would also inform Atomight that, as a professional courtesy, he is willing to share the memory of how Moonphase died--including the faces of her killers--regardless of whether the Alliance assists or not. In the event that there was an investigation still open into it or if someone just needed confirmation of what happened.

(OOC: I'm not sure if it was ever explained if he'd have learned her hero name or not, but if not just assume he described what he could remember of her appearance and costume. Or that he and/or Stephen figured out who she was in the course of their initial investigation, either works.)
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[personal profile] doctopoda 2023-04-04 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
...okay. Have a good one.

[What a weird kid! We will probably never revisit this experience!]
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[personal profile] eatsnutsandkicksbutts 2023-04-04 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Nice meeting you, remember to always question the subjective nature of reality! Okay, byeeeeeeee!

[ AND SHE'S OFF, SURELY THIS WILL NEVER COME UP AGAIN ]
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[personal profile] eatsnutsandkicksbutts 2023-04-04 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"I know, I'm sorry this is so confusing." Doreen says, trying to gentle her tone a bit; they'll get nowhere if she scares her off right away.

"Basically, reality is being weird within certain cities. This is one of 'em. Central City is clear of the weirdness."
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[personal profile] fearfully_symmetrical 2023-04-05 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"So...so this isn't real?"

There's a note of terror in her voice at that. And hope that Doreen's wrong.
harageous: (tear my claws into your skin。)

[personal profile] harageous 2023-04-05 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
( uh—

this is a problem.

scratch that, this is a HUGE problem and eda doesn't like a single aspect of it. especially the part where everything seems to be happening so quickly. it feels like she has barely even moved while hunter draws wildly across the page, unleashing haunting design after design. the paper is already starting to tear underneath him.

it feels like something else is tearing too.

ripping, ripping, ripping.

slipping away from her.

she doesn't know what it is. she should know, she should know. it feels like there's something screaming at her in the back of her mind, but her head feels like a mess. a jumble of thoughts, fears, and faded recollections of this ugly golden mask. eda would like to pick apart the way she feels herself react, the intense familiarity she feels with the designs that have been drawn on the page, but hunter freezes in place.

her heart wins over everything else, luring her back down to the ground to once again sit beside hunter. this time, however, she reaches out with her single arm and pulls him close. she feels it when the life returns to his body, but he's already panicking again. )


No, no, no. You're a Clawthorne. You don't belong to anyone.

( let's get that much straight first. )

Okay? I don't know what's happening, but you remember that.

( but what the fuck is happening? was this some sort of curse? had hunter met someone weird when she wasn't looking? was this happening to him because of her? something she did once? )

Was tonight the first time you started to see this?
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[personal profile] badbutsadboy 2023-04-05 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He's a Clawthorne. He's a Clawthorne. He doesn't belong to anyone. He's a part of a family and that's different.]

[He hugs her tight, clings to her hard until she asks her questions.]

This is the first time. It wasn't a dream. I know it wasn't. I was awake.

And you recognize it somehow, too, don't you.

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