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 Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 1:32 pm
"You just name the time and the place. I don't wanna get hauled off." And he didn't. He'd stayed here, with all the problems, and he'd fight if he head to. But he wasn't leaving.
The lock was wrapped around B0nez's main blade, a deep and ornate purple.
"If I was ever human, if I was ever...whatever you are here, I don't remember it. But everything else, my whole life, I remember. It happened. You want to talk about it? I woke up in the middle of nowhere, that was me. I didn't remember my Name. I went by Ironshare. I hunted down memory crystals. I killed Nick, twice. We went through the castle. We drunk from the grail, remembered who we were. We fought through that tower, with all the mirrors. I...sacrificed my heart. You-" he pointed the smaller dagger at Rep, "promised... we went together." He leaned back, "The three of us. I thought that was it, but we got called up again. We had that last fight. I did give up something. I remember that. And later I got sent somewhere, with a door, and my whole body was messed up. Everything was in pain. But I didn't leave anything behind. I didn't give it up. I went through the door. Whatever we did, whatever happened, the world didn't end. We got sent here. Clarice... your mark being gone, I remember, alright?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 1:36 pm
"Any ******** time. Before the meeting, after the meeting, I'll remind you who the ******** you are the most ******** efficient way possible." And then, because his anger was so entirely out of control he rounded on Jordan. "Not helpful? Not ******** helpful? Just as ******** helpful as you, I don't see your ******** dumb questions and indulging him helping any more than I am. So how about we drop you ******** talking down to me right now because I am not in the ******** mood for it. I'm not in the ******** mood for any of this."
He snarled at Harrison. "I promised Ace. I didn't promise YOU."
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 1:43 pm
"I'm trying to ******** figure out where he forgot something! What exactly he forgot!" Jordan's temper snapped all at once, and he let go of Harrison's shoulder, stepping into Rep's space and smacking his palm against the center of Rep's chest, growling at him. "Do you have any better goddamn ideas? Because pretending nothing's wrong isn't working, avoiding things isn't working, talking's not working, I don't ******** know what to do and you're throwing a hissy fit while I'm trying to do something! Tell me, genius, how do you expect him to get his memories back if he's strapped into a straitjacket and carted off? If he's podded? Or worse?"
If he'd had a tail, it would have been lashing; as it was, he stood coiled and tense, primed to lash out and desperately holding it back.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 2:25 pm
"I know. I know, I'm not asking to be him. I'm not asking you to be them. You aren't. I'm not. I got a promise, you made a promise, it wasn't between us. I get it."
Harrison stowed the main sword, and snatched up the folder.
"You want to fight, we'll fight. You want me out of your way, I've stayed out. I ask for help, you don't want to give me any...fine. I'll do it on my own. I don't expect anything. Not from you or anybody."
Not anybody here.
He looked at Jordan apologetically.
"I wasn't asking for a jumpstart. It's just this quarterly...s**t. But I don't have to do that right either."
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 2:39 pm
Rep narrowed his eyes again, glaring coldly at Jordan before slowly taking hold of his wrist. "Because maybe they can ******** fix him, and maybe if they can't no one can. I can't ******** watch you ******** drag this out when logic just isn't working. Asking him when and where and how isn't ******** working." He stepped back and let go, his rage cooled to something more distant. "But whatever. You fix him genius." Because clearly, he himself, wasn't considered one.
He turned his attention back to Harrison and as always the feeling was pain that was worse than physical, the potent sensation he was missing some key part of himself that kept him together. And he hated it, hated feeling like that, hated even the way he said he didn't need anyone. Because there was nothing worse than to not be needed.
"Because right now all I want is a ******** end to this."
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 2:48 pm
Jordan let his hand drop to his side, standing very still, the sudden rage shriveling into deep black pain. "I don't know how," he whispered, and looked back to Harrison. "I don't know how to help. I can't give you what you'd say or how you'd say it." His gaze dropped to the floor. "I'm sorry," he said in a small voice.
As long as he could make himself think that he was helping, somehow, being useful, he could deal with it. Being forced to admit that he had nothing left to offer tore at something in his heart.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 3:12 pm
"It's okay. I'll say I got memory loss. Keep my mouth shut." Harrison's jaw set. He desummoned B0nez.
"Thanks anyhow."
He reached instictively for Jordan's hand. Hesitated as they brushed, then withdrew, readjusting his grip on the folder.
"...It's okay."
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 3:15 pm
"No. No it ******** isn't." Rep snarled "And unless you go back to normal it will never be ******** okay again."
He couldn't take any more, he was on the verge of summoning Tracey and attacking the other man right there and then. Instead he did what he always did when he couldn't stand for any more, he headed straight for the door.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 3:23 pm
Jordan reached after Harrison's hand as he pulled back, caught his fingers again briefly, missing the familiarity of casual touch like a gnawing hunger. Harrison was almost always gone in the mornings when he woke up, kept his distance during the day, was rarely within reach, and Jordan hated it.
When Rep turned to flee, Jordan looked automatically to Harrison, because Harrison had a better sense than he did of when to go after him; the fresh reminder that everything was wrong made him flinch. "I'd better," he said.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 3:34 pm
"Yeah," Harrison said, stepping back.
His gloves were on the dresser. He eyed them, but left them there.
"I'll...later."
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 3:37 pm
Rather than heading down the corridor in the direction of the outdoors this time, Rep was aware the beaches were closed still, he went the other direction - straight towards the hoard, unlocking the last of the many locks with a snarl of irritation.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 3:49 pm
Jordan took a step towards the door, then turned back on impulse to pull Harrison into a hug, holding him close for a few long moments, aware that he might be lying to himself and not caring, hating that he felt like he needed to hide this, but needing the contact more than he liked to admit to himself. "I miss you," he said into Harrison's neck, then let go and headed for the door, head down, working to pull his emotions back under some form of control in case he ran into someone.
Rep would almost certainly be headed for the beach, and Jordan turned towards the stairs first until the sound of a door stopped him. He remembered, belatedly, about the hoard, and stood frozen in the hall. Had Rep gone in there specifically because he knew Jordan wouldn't follow? The thought made Jordan angry, and he turned back, moving to test the handle of the door.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 4:09 pm
The hug startled him. Physically, there were few similarities. No claws, or horns. The texture of the skin, the smell was wrong. But the grip...
Jordan told him he missed him, and released him, and Harrison let him go.
Jordan was kinder, but both of them treated him the same. He wasn't who they were looking for. He was in the way. He couldn't fault them on it, because he knew the feeling.
But it deepened the knowledge that he was alone. Something that didn't belong here.
Every night, they let him sleep here. And every night, he did. He would until he was forced somewhere else. Like Jordan had mentioned with the straightjacket. Or getting podded.
He waited until their footsteps faded, still nearby, and stood silently closer to the door.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 4:10 pm
There was a very definite sound of the locks being relocked and from behind the door Rep snapped loudly. "******** off!" And then followed up with. "I don't want to ******** talk about any of this!"
Silence.
And then "I swear to ******** if you touch my ******** door I will never forgive you."
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 4:17 pm
Jordan raised his hand to bang on the door. Then he lowered it. Rep had locked the door against him, and he'd have to break it down to get in, and Rep really wouldn't forgive him for that. For breaking in on his space and making it no longer secure. The walls had gone up again and he was on the outside. "I'll wait," he said through the door, and put his back against the wall beside the door, sliding down to sit on the floor. It was probably going to take a while.
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