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metalogs2023-04-08 04:13 pm
effiomsfavorite) wrote in metalogs2023-04-08 04:13 pm
[Closed] Judged By the Company He Keeps
Who: Huvrye effiomsfavorite and those close to him
What: Guess who's finally getting shot!
When: April 14-15
Where: Jason's safehouse, Huvrye's apartment
Content Warnings: Violence, gore, probably some PTSD, further CWs marked in threads as needed
Birds of a Feather (Narrative)
For all that Huvrye has been warning people against associating with the Red Hood, citing just how dangerous the gang leader can be, the consequences of his actions sure do blindside him.
Because he's been associating with the Red Hood - three times over a span of months, but two of them very visible and the third well known in crime circles - and people have noticed. Specifically the D'Amico family, who are only on Huvrye's radar under 'organized crime; do not interact.'
Which is why he's not prepared to find half a dozen of them waiting for him as he lands in an alley just outside of neutral territory, demanding he come with them and brandishing guns when he refuses.
Great. Wonderful.
The fight, such as it is, is mercifully short. There are no metas among the people the D'Amicos sent - they'd probably thought he couldn't do much more than fly, and weren't prepared to face down everything a Lasardhin homunculus is capable of bringing to combat. Two of them are down from broken spines or broken skulls, brick walls cracked and broken from where they'd died on impact. Three are torn apart, missing limbs or chunks of chest or half a head as a result of Huvrye bringing his alchemy to bear. The last has been shot with his own gun.
Huvrye stands, leaning heavily against a wall, covered in blood both his and not, with a pair of gunshot wounds in his gut for his trouble. Great. This is exactly what he needs tonight. With that much gunfire, someone's going to investigate sooner or later, which means he needs to get out of here soon. Neutral territory is close, and with it the Descendant. He can hole up in the safehouse overnight and heal for a bit. He shrugs his jacket off, wraps it tightly around his waist, around the wounds, and ties it off as best he can, and activates the magical disguise hidden under his sleeve. Wings hidden, hair and eyes and ears different, and a full foot shorter in appearance, he heads out of the alley looking like a normal human, walking quickly, pushing through the pain until he makes it to the safehouse (carefully, carefully, making sure he hadn't been followed) and slips inside.
1. Jumpscare (Closed to Dylan)
Thankfully, there'd been no one in the safehouse when Huvrye had arrived, and he'd set about taking care of himself - laying out towels in the corner, cleaning out his wounds as best he can, and applying pressure. He'll heal - it'll take a bit, but he's got enough energy that it'll happen sooner rather than later - but he's not going anywhere else tonight. After a couple of hours, the bleeding stops, and he passes out on top of the towels, fully intending to sleep the wounds off.
He's still very much asleep in the morning...lying on the floor, on bloodied towels, in bloodied clothes. Not the best impression to give anyone heading into the safehouse without context.
2. Just a Flesh Wound (Closed to Huvrye's friends)
He spends the morning recovering in the safehouse (charging his phone, apologizing yet again to Dylan, doing his best to make sure the D'Amicos don't know where he's gone to ground) before he heads home in the early afternoon. He leaves in disguise, drops it to fly back to his neighborhood, and activates another disguise to get in the front door of his apartment building. He sighs heavily when he walks in the door. He needs to clean up. He needs to get something to eat. He needs to rest - the bleeding may have stopped, but it'll still be a bit before his wounds are fully healed. And he needs to talk to quite a few people - he hadn't realized so many people had noticed he'd gone missing.
(It'd only been a day. They cared that much?)
He closes the door behind him and heads towards his room.
[I'm open to Huvrye's friends having heard from other friends about his situation/injury - if we haven't already talked about it and you think yours would know/care, let me know and we'll do a thing!]
effiomsfavorite and those close to himWhat: Guess who's finally getting shot!
When: April 14-15
Where: Jason's safehouse, Huvrye's apartment
Content Warnings: Violence, gore, probably some PTSD, further CWs marked in threads as needed
Birds of a Feather (Narrative)
For all that Huvrye has been warning people against associating with the Red Hood, citing just how dangerous the gang leader can be, the consequences of his actions sure do blindside him.
Because he's been associating with the Red Hood - three times over a span of months, but two of them very visible and the third well known in crime circles - and people have noticed. Specifically the D'Amico family, who are only on Huvrye's radar under 'organized crime; do not interact.'
Which is why he's not prepared to find half a dozen of them waiting for him as he lands in an alley just outside of neutral territory, demanding he come with them and brandishing guns when he refuses.
Great. Wonderful.
The fight, such as it is, is mercifully short. There are no metas among the people the D'Amicos sent - they'd probably thought he couldn't do much more than fly, and weren't prepared to face down everything a Lasardhin homunculus is capable of bringing to combat. Two of them are down from broken spines or broken skulls, brick walls cracked and broken from where they'd died on impact. Three are torn apart, missing limbs or chunks of chest or half a head as a result of Huvrye bringing his alchemy to bear. The last has been shot with his own gun.
Huvrye stands, leaning heavily against a wall, covered in blood both his and not, with a pair of gunshot wounds in his gut for his trouble. Great. This is exactly what he needs tonight. With that much gunfire, someone's going to investigate sooner or later, which means he needs to get out of here soon. Neutral territory is close, and with it the Descendant. He can hole up in the safehouse overnight and heal for a bit. He shrugs his jacket off, wraps it tightly around his waist, around the wounds, and ties it off as best he can, and activates the magical disguise hidden under his sleeve. Wings hidden, hair and eyes and ears different, and a full foot shorter in appearance, he heads out of the alley looking like a normal human, walking quickly, pushing through the pain until he makes it to the safehouse (carefully, carefully, making sure he hadn't been followed) and slips inside.
1. Jumpscare (Closed to Dylan)
Thankfully, there'd been no one in the safehouse when Huvrye had arrived, and he'd set about taking care of himself - laying out towels in the corner, cleaning out his wounds as best he can, and applying pressure. He'll heal - it'll take a bit, but he's got enough energy that it'll happen sooner rather than later - but he's not going anywhere else tonight. After a couple of hours, the bleeding stops, and he passes out on top of the towels, fully intending to sleep the wounds off.
He's still very much asleep in the morning...lying on the floor, on bloodied towels, in bloodied clothes. Not the best impression to give anyone heading into the safehouse without context.
2. Just a Flesh Wound (Closed to Huvrye's friends)
He spends the morning recovering in the safehouse (charging his phone, apologizing yet again to Dylan, doing his best to make sure the D'Amicos don't know where he's gone to ground) before he heads home in the early afternoon. He leaves in disguise, drops it to fly back to his neighborhood, and activates another disguise to get in the front door of his apartment building. He sighs heavily when he walks in the door. He needs to clean up. He needs to get something to eat. He needs to rest - the bleeding may have stopped, but it'll still be a bit before his wounds are fully healed. And he needs to talk to quite a few people - he hadn't realized so many people had noticed he'd gone missing.
(It'd only been a day. They cared that much?)
He closes the door behind him and heads towards his room.
[I'm open to Huvrye's friends having heard from other friends about his situation/injury - if we haven't already talked about it and you think yours would know/care, let me know and we'll do a thing!]
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[He's calling bullshit.]
Kevlar didn't just have a gun, he had powers. What if whoever sent people after you hires people like that next time?
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[He really doesn't want to give Hunter a crash course in corruption, but the past eighteen hours have been an unending string of things he did not want, so why stop now?]
[His first thought, and the comment that comes nowhere near making it out of his mouth, is Kevlar's powers didn't save him. He doesn't think Hunter knows about that, and he's not about to tip his hand.]
If that happens, then I'll handle it. They still don't know what I'm capable of, and I didn't exactly leave any witnesses.
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And you don't get to make this one-sided.
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[There's heat in his tone - not enough for out-and-out anger, but definitely too much to remain neutral.]
As the person trying to solve this problem before other people get hurt, I think I do.
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[Sorry, Huvrye, that's the price of having people get close to you.]
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[But he also doesn't want them to get caught up in his problems and die, and that takes priority. It has to. He's not worth any of their lives.]
If I can't keep them from getting hurt, then at least I can keep them alive.
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[His voice drops to something hushed and tense and for a moment he stares at the floor.]
Alive isn't good enough.
Because that's all I used to have.
[He looks up at Huvrye now, his voice trembling.]
My family was a lie. My purpose was a lie. Everything I thought mattered was fake and all I was doing was hurting innocent people.
I didn't have anyone who actually cared about me until Flapjack found me.
I wasn't living. I was just alive.
[He shakes his head.]
You don't get to tell me that you love me, and spend time with me, and start to treat me like family, and then act like it's okay if I get hurt as long as I'm alive!
Alive isn't good enough!
And you of all people should be able to understand why!
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[Usually his anger - because that's what it is now, or close to it - is loud; right now, this is low and intense, because incensed as he is, he is not going to yell at Hunter. Hunter doesn't deserve that. Hunter doesn't deserve any of this.]
[(He's trying to protect Hunter and he's hurt him instead. Story of Huvrye's life.)]
As long as you're alive, you have a chance! You got away from Belos, you're living now, you have people who care about you - you have Flapjack and Eda and Dylan and Nico - and I'm not letting you risk that for me! I'm not worth it!
[And that's the crux of the matter. Hunter may not know it, but Huvrye certainly does, and it's informed his half of this conversation, and his entire life.]
You're not expendable, and I'm not letting you put yourself in danger to solve my problems.
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You think you're not worth it?
[No, it's worse than that.]
You think you're expendable?
[Because if he's saying Hunter isn't that means he thinks he is.]
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[Huvrye's voice is terribly calm when he speaks.]
I know I am.
[And now Hunter knows it too.]
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I told you when we met. I'm government property - I'm a weapon, not a person. My life doesn't matter. I'm not going to throw it away, but if it comes down to choosing yours or mine...it's not a choice.
[He will choose Hunter's, every time. Or Leo's. Or Mark's. His life is a negligible cost if he can make sure someone he loves will stay alive.]
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[Hunter looks at the floor for a moment, gathering his thoughts. This is something he's had to work through himself, these feelings of not being a person. Of being a thing that Belos could use and throw away.]
[But if that pause seems like he accepts that answer...he absolutely doesn't. He looks up defiantly.]
So that means you think I'm not a person?
[He knows that Huvrye does see him as a person but that's not the point of the question. The comparison he wants to draw is important.]
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Of course not.
[It's immediate and heartfelt. Of course Hunter is a person. He was made to be one. He was given a name. He probably even has a soul. He's not the same as Huvrye, and that's a good thing.]
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Each time a Golden Guard turned against him, he killed them. And then just...made a new one. Just like how in your world you can get...recycled. But he didn't even need us for that. [His voice quakes.] For all I know there's just - just some pit somewhere with all the - all the...
[He can't. He can't finish the thought, can't let himself get too deep in imagining piles of bones and masks and decomposing faces that were variations of his.]
I don't even know if he gave us different names.
[There were so many in that hallway in Belos' mind. And there could've been even more. Were they all Hunters? Would he have even bothered giving them different names?]
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No.][But despite how hard it was to say all that, think about that, he is far from cowed.]
But just because he didn't think I was a person doesn't mean it's true! Because everything about him [his voice drops to a hush] was a lie.
Even him raising me. I saw it in one of his memories. He just admitted to it, to using it to manipulate me. That's the only reason he made me think we were a family.
[Defiant.]
So why do you believe the liars that made you? Who made you think that you're not a person? People that just wanted to use you? Control you?!