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Um, may I ask why?
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- Thread starter IKnowNothing
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Clearly he means he loves me and hates everyone else.
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- Mists of Albion
IKnowNothing
....What?
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- I got lost so.....Where are we?
.... suuuuurrrrrreeeee.
This is your hint.
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You know there's plenty of visualisation material on pornhub.
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
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- Leeds
Nah you love me too much....
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- Mists of Albion
2.3: Things that Should Never Change
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
There's not much to think about. You might not be confined to two rooms, you might be inhumanly powerful. You just spent a good chunk of your day talking to someone who made it their mission to insult you. The waves shine around the metal of the elevator, waiting for you to give them the excuse to crush it, take your frustration out on something. Taking a very deep breath, you calm yourself. The waves don't go away. Ignoring them, you settle with the best option you have here. Weather it be people insulting you to your face or dancing around it, there was at least one thing that you don't mind keeping the same from your time in that place. Talking to the one person you could actually trust in a world that seems to be getting stranger by the day.
You press the button marked T-6 and the elevator whirls to life. You don't hear it, obviously. The only indication being the waves above you forcing the metal box down and the wires fighting against the pull. It's bright, but not blinding. You've got to remember to thank Charles for these things when you meet him. After you apologize for ruining his hard work. But in fairness to you, David was throwing fire arrows at you. Or plasma, whatever it was.
The door slides open and T-6 spreads out to meet you. And it looks just like the field after you fought David. The steel walls are dented and broken. The floor has more bumps and bullet holes in it than you can count. Several of the holes look like someone had just punched clean through the metal without a care in the world. In the center of the room, Rebecca is standing in a version of your training attire with black highlights. It looks infinitely better on her than it does on you, she could actually pull off black strips. She doesn't notice you come in, she's utterly focused on an invisible opponent. She moves, and her arm turns into a blur as she strikes. A boom escapes her fist as the blow goes straight through the sound barrier. It makes you take a step back and several waves put themselves between you and the shockwave. You barely feel your jaw hit the floor. The girl that was barely strong enough to lift her textbook without assistance was punching the air so hard the very room rattles.
Rebecca strikes again, and again the room shakes from the force. Against her invisible adversary, Rebecca doesn't let up. She punches once, twice, ducks under a blow and lets out a warcry as she sends a kick into the ground to finish the job. Her foot makes the metal shudder and scream before blasting open. She sinks into the ground and the second she stops she smiles at her work. She takes a second to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind her ear.
You don't move, you can't move as she finally turns around and notices you. Her eyes brighten just a little bit as her gaze focuses. Her smile vanished as she takes note of the damage to your suit. Waves force themselves into existence behind her as she disappears from your vision only to reappear right in front of you. You jump back and you might have screamed a little, but Rebecca catches you. She takes a quick look at your suit, "What…" She starts. She tries to find the right word, but she struggles to find it through the sight in front of her "What happened to you? You look like you've been through a warzone."
"That's not actually not far off." You scoff in irritation.
Rebecca flinches, she gestures to the ground and the two of you take a seat. Rebecca worms her fingers together "Charles didn't make you operate in his experiments did he?" She asks "I swear he's not trying to hurt anyone but he rushes ahead without thinking."
You shake your head "It wasn't Charles."
Rebecca frowns, then her expression slowly hardens. You watch as Rebecca takes on an expression of utter hate. If you hadn't known her, you would be terrified at what you saw. You hear the sound of crumpling metal, and you lean over to see Rebecca's hand crushing the metal of the floor as easily as paper.
"David did this too you, didn't he?" Rebecca asks. It's not exactly a question, she just wants to hear your confirmation.
You nod "Yeah."
She nods, the action slow and deliberate. The sound of bending metal fades away, but not completely.
"And you only went to him for training, didn't you?" She sounds hurt. She disguises it well, far better than you can remember her being able to but you know when she's hurting. And it doesn't help that you're the reason that it's happening anyway.
"Rebecca," You start, but the words choked in your throat. Rebecca crosses her arms, and it seems she's further away than she really is. Swallowing the feeling, you force it out. "I didn't do it to make you mad."
"Then why Alex?" Rebecca demands "When Contessa told me that you were starting training, I thought you would take the smart option and go for someone you actually knew and trusted. Instead, you go to train with someone you've never met and end up being hurt because of it."
"I didn't care about that when I made the choice." You say.
Rebecca waits, and her stubborn exterior shudders. She leans a little closer to you as she tries to get comfortable on the floor. "Then what were you thinking of?"
You hold up a hand and experimentally move a few fingers "Everyone else besides me."
The silence that follows is suffocating. Rebecca seems to sink into herself, but for the life of you you can't tell way. She doesn't look angry, she looks almost proud. She looks scared, and it hurts to see that. It hurts even more to know that you're probably the cause.
"Rebecca, I didn't choose you as my mentor not because I didn't want to; Far from it. You were my first choice, and if I didn't stop to think I would have come straight here to train with you."
You catch a small smile worm it's way onto Rebecca's features. She doesn't shake, she doesn't say a thing. She just listens. It's amazing, you would love to have that control. Forging on, you take a breath to stop your hands from shaking. It doesn't work as well as you want it to.
"But… I remembered what I did. I was barely awake for an hour before I started ripping apart tank armor. Before I started shattering glass. Before I realized you were alive as well and I… nearly lost it from the overload."
Rebecca doesn't say a thing, but she squeezes her arm just a little tighter. "I didn't notice," she whispers.
You shake your head "You didn't know. I didn't want you to know. I got help, and I made a choice." You hold up your hand, and it begins to glow gold as waves shine around it. "I finally have something special to show the world. And it scares me."
The controlled facade that Rebecca put up fades for an instant. For a second, she looks terrified. Regardless, you press on. "I ripped through tank armor, I broke bullet proof glass, and I did all of that without even trying. No, when I saw the list of names I went for David only because it said there was no chance I could hurt him. I admit," You look down at your suit, the torn edges and hole over your chest "It wasn't the best Idea. I knew David for all of five minutes before I reacted. I took control of the waves and I…. I nearly killed him."
The image of David, powerful as he was, forced to the ground by a single one of your thoughts. The memory makes you shiver, and a familiar feeling starts clawing it's way up your throat. You keep it down, somehow and continue. "He got out of it with some power of his, and minute later I was throwing a mountain at him and turning thousands of rocks into bullets with a wave of my hand. If it were anyone else… I don't want to think what might have happened. I can do so much without even lifting a finger. And that scares me. What I can do to myself, and to the people around me. So I didn't put anyone at risk, or at least, I tried not to."
The silence returns, and neither of you move. You wait for Rebecca to say something, anything. Ridicule you, tell you the flaw in your thinking, something. You look at her, and you see her eyes begin to water. She rubs them away as she barks out a soft chuckle and shakes her head. "I don't know why I worry."
"About?"
She laughs again "It's amazing. I've never seen you so passionate about anything." She looks straight at you, and you're frozen in place from the gratitude in her smile "You could rule the world, and you don't want to hurt anyone."
You shrug "Well you know me, always standing up for what's right." You joke.
She puts up a hand to stop a smirk "I'm being serious. That's not how a man thinks Alex, that's how a hero thinks, and you know the best part? You've always been thinking like this. Even after your episode with David, you're right here, in my room, making sure that I can talk to you."
"I ah…" You shift a little where you sit as your nerves get to you. You're not used to Rebecca smiling with that much life in her. It's both welcoming, and surprising. Better get used to it now, you're probably going to see it a lot. "Just came to get some help with my situation." You say "I'm not that special for doing that."
Rebecca raises an eyebrow but she shrugs off your answer "Regardless of how you feel about yourself, we do need to talk about David's treatment of you."
You blink "Oh don't worry about that."
Rebecca gives you a flat stare. "I'm serious, he promised to go slow and everything." You say.
"And how annoyed was he that you wanted to do that." She asks.
You think back to the powerhouse's pained expression "Extremely." You admit.
"He's not going to change."
You shrug "He seemed happy enough when I fought him."
"And you want to do that again?"
You can feel the blood drain from your face. "Oh god no."
"Then why are you defending him?" She asks.
You try not to meet her gaze at that question "I don't know, but can you help me out anyway? Didn't you get an A in psychology?"
"I doubt high school psychology is going to help you understand a narcissistic warmonger with a pension for showing off."
You blink, and the message on top of the box comes back to you. "I now know why the record was so short," you groan.
Rebecca scoffs "It took you this long to figure that out?"
"Hey I'm the slow one remember? Can you at least try?"
"My immediate advice would be not to talk to him for the foreseeable future."
You think through the option "Not really a choice. He's the only one that can take what I can dish out without dying."
You glance at her hopefully "Unless anyone-?"
"Most likely not." Rebecca says with a shake of her head.
Your shoulders slump "Oh, I got hopeful for a second there."
"I'm durable, but given your declaration, I don't think you want to start testing that."
You shake your head "I thought as much. For your other options, Matthew is durable to an extent, but I outclass him. Charles is baseline human without his toys. So if you really don't want to risk it, David is the only option." she says
"And if that's the case, there's not much I can do. It has to be you who wants to keep training with him."
"I'll last two more days tops then." You say defeated.
She puts a comforting hand on your shoulder "You're doing it for the right reasons. You just need to keep reminding yourself of that.
You give her a disbelieving glance "And what am I going to tell myself everyday when I'm getting my butt handed to me?"
Rebecca frowns and leans back. Her brow furrows in concentration and you find yourself waiting impatiently for an answer. Every second drags on, and you forget how long you've been down here. Rebecca shoots to a sitting position "I've got it."
She grabs your hand and all but rockets you towards the elevator door. It felt like your head was going to snap from the sudden speed increase, but luckily for you the waves kept the movement to a minimum. When your head stops shaking, you're in the elevator headed somewhere. You look to Rebecca, but she just gives you a knowing smirk and says nothing. You'd like to push her for answers, but when Rebecca wants to surprise you nothing is going to stop her from setting off that surprise. The door opens to the rooms. You give Rebecca a sidelong glance. She waves it off "Change out of the suit, put on anything, and meet me outside the hallway."
"Bu-"
You catch the waves exploding into existence again, and a second later she's gone. You're left standing their with an outstretched hand and more questions than answers. You let your hand drop to your side and just do what she wants. It will probably make sense eventually. You head to your room and go through the first set of drawers. Like you expected, they're full of different shirts, jeans. If the closet had a tux, you probably wouldn't be too surprised. You take the first set of matching clothes that you get your hands on and change. They're a bit loose, but you can make do.
You head out of you room, and find Rebecca waiting for you with similarly casual clothing. She kicks off the wall, probably as softly as she can before putting a finger to her ear.
"Door me."
Next to, space splits open as a literal door appears out of thin air. It opens with a squeaking of gears and on the other side there's an alleyway. Rebecca steps through without any concern and when you don't follow she gestures you inside. You take a step forward, then another, then finally you manage to get to the door and step through. The second you do, everything changes. The air feels hotter, the breeze is greater and the sound of speeding cars and horns echos from the distance. "Where are we?" You ask.
Rebecca says nothing. She walks down the alleyway, and gets to the open sidewalk. She stops, and waits for you to stand beside her. The second you do, she points up to the distance. You follow her finger, and a familiar sign looks out from the distance. The sight of it forces something out of you. A cough, a laugh, you don't know. And you don't care.
You're home.
Rebecca pulls you away, forcing you to take in the sights of the rest of the city. The buildings, the streets signs, everything feels so familiar. You barely pay attention to the route that Rebecca is taking you along. You just… you're walking down these streets again. You're standing healthy and hearty. You're back in the city that raised you, free from cancer with your best friend and a gift to share.
It's… perfect.
Rebecca stops and you nearly run into her. You look at the stop and choke out a laugh at the sight. A small building, right at the edge of a crosswalk in the center of town, with a sign reading Everett Point above the door. It's built into the bottom of an apartment complex, with a single waiting bench outside and a parking garage on the other side. Rebecca walks up, produces a key and unlocks the door. She moves right by you, and nudges you forward " You need a reason to stay with David and get better? Here you are, I'll be waiting here."
With that, she makes her way over to the bench and takes a seat. You watch her go, and she shoos you inside. Rolling your eyes at her, you step up to the door and push inside. The door opens without a bell, or any sound to announce your entrance. The door shuts behind you, and you're greeted with the sight of the bar that you remembered well. The tables all but thrown around the available space. The booths bolted to the wall, and the bar standing at the edge of the room for all to see. Despite the disorganized appearance, you could effortlessly go from any table to the other without going out of your way. And most importantly, you could get to the bar and the kitchen door at the end of the room. The tables had stacked chairs on them. Every inch of available space on the bar is filled with drying glasses. You make your way past the tables, letting your hand float atop the wooden surface of a booth to help guide you.
Despite it being utterly silent, you could still hear the sounds of glasses clinking together across the room as you played with a coloring book. Learning math from your brother as you tried to hide under the booth. Getting on your hands and knees to scrub the floors and earn an extra buck. This place, it might have gotten a new name, but it really didn't change at all. You manage to get to the bar, and the second you do you see a blackboard. The daily special was erased, but right under it is the all time special.
"Everett Point Special.
One Free Drink to all fathers who have lost an irreplaceable gift.
To remember, to mourn, but never enough to forget.
-James Everett, Owner"
The kitchen door opens with a squeaking of hinges and the sloshing of water in a bucket. You lean away from the bar and lock eyes with a man who just walked out. The second that he saw you, he drops the handle of the mop in his hands. He adjusts his glasses, and steps to the side to get a better look at you. He runs a hand through his hair and slowly tapped his finger on the bar counter.
"I saw the medical reports." He says "You were dead. There was no doubt in my mind that you had left us."
He shoved a glass off the bar counter as sprints towards you. He all but tackles you into a hard, but gentle hug. You don't bother waiting for any invitation, you return the hug with as much strength as you feel you can.
"I have never been so happy to be wrong, in all my life."
His voice stays as strong and perfect as ever. However, you feel your shoulder grow damp as the first few tears start to fall. You feel your own eyes watering as you hold back a sob.
"I thought I lost my little brother."
You hug Clint a little tighter.
"Nope, I'm here to stay." You choke out.
He slowly breaks the hug, you can tell he's reluctant to let go. He looks you over and tries to say something, but nothing comes out. He sinks into a seat and tries again to speak but nothing comes. Guess you can change one thing and be the one to start the conversation.
[] "Is Dad ok?"
[] "Did Danah move on?"
[] "Did you finish your studies?"
[] "I didn't miss anything, did I?"
You press the button marked T-6 and the elevator whirls to life. You don't hear it, obviously. The only indication being the waves above you forcing the metal box down and the wires fighting against the pull. It's bright, but not blinding. You've got to remember to thank Charles for these things when you meet him. After you apologize for ruining his hard work. But in fairness to you, David was throwing fire arrows at you. Or plasma, whatever it was.
The door slides open and T-6 spreads out to meet you. And it looks just like the field after you fought David. The steel walls are dented and broken. The floor has more bumps and bullet holes in it than you can count. Several of the holes look like someone had just punched clean through the metal without a care in the world. In the center of the room, Rebecca is standing in a version of your training attire with black highlights. It looks infinitely better on her than it does on you, she could actually pull off black strips. She doesn't notice you come in, she's utterly focused on an invisible opponent. She moves, and her arm turns into a blur as she strikes. A boom escapes her fist as the blow goes straight through the sound barrier. It makes you take a step back and several waves put themselves between you and the shockwave. You barely feel your jaw hit the floor. The girl that was barely strong enough to lift her textbook without assistance was punching the air so hard the very room rattles.
Rebecca strikes again, and again the room shakes from the force. Against her invisible adversary, Rebecca doesn't let up. She punches once, twice, ducks under a blow and lets out a warcry as she sends a kick into the ground to finish the job. Her foot makes the metal shudder and scream before blasting open. She sinks into the ground and the second she stops she smiles at her work. She takes a second to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind her ear.
You don't move, you can't move as she finally turns around and notices you. Her eyes brighten just a little bit as her gaze focuses. Her smile vanished as she takes note of the damage to your suit. Waves force themselves into existence behind her as she disappears from your vision only to reappear right in front of you. You jump back and you might have screamed a little, but Rebecca catches you. She takes a quick look at your suit, "What…" She starts. She tries to find the right word, but she struggles to find it through the sight in front of her "What happened to you? You look like you've been through a warzone."
"That's not actually not far off." You scoff in irritation.
Rebecca flinches, she gestures to the ground and the two of you take a seat. Rebecca worms her fingers together "Charles didn't make you operate in his experiments did he?" She asks "I swear he's not trying to hurt anyone but he rushes ahead without thinking."
You shake your head "It wasn't Charles."
Rebecca frowns, then her expression slowly hardens. You watch as Rebecca takes on an expression of utter hate. If you hadn't known her, you would be terrified at what you saw. You hear the sound of crumpling metal, and you lean over to see Rebecca's hand crushing the metal of the floor as easily as paper.
"David did this too you, didn't he?" Rebecca asks. It's not exactly a question, she just wants to hear your confirmation.
You nod "Yeah."
She nods, the action slow and deliberate. The sound of bending metal fades away, but not completely.
"And you only went to him for training, didn't you?" She sounds hurt. She disguises it well, far better than you can remember her being able to but you know when she's hurting. And it doesn't help that you're the reason that it's happening anyway.
"Rebecca," You start, but the words choked in your throat. Rebecca crosses her arms, and it seems she's further away than she really is. Swallowing the feeling, you force it out. "I didn't do it to make you mad."
"Then why Alex?" Rebecca demands "When Contessa told me that you were starting training, I thought you would take the smart option and go for someone you actually knew and trusted. Instead, you go to train with someone you've never met and end up being hurt because of it."
"I didn't care about that when I made the choice." You say.
Rebecca waits, and her stubborn exterior shudders. She leans a little closer to you as she tries to get comfortable on the floor. "Then what were you thinking of?"
You hold up a hand and experimentally move a few fingers "Everyone else besides me."
The silence that follows is suffocating. Rebecca seems to sink into herself, but for the life of you you can't tell way. She doesn't look angry, she looks almost proud. She looks scared, and it hurts to see that. It hurts even more to know that you're probably the cause.
"Rebecca, I didn't choose you as my mentor not because I didn't want to; Far from it. You were my first choice, and if I didn't stop to think I would have come straight here to train with you."
You catch a small smile worm it's way onto Rebecca's features. She doesn't shake, she doesn't say a thing. She just listens. It's amazing, you would love to have that control. Forging on, you take a breath to stop your hands from shaking. It doesn't work as well as you want it to.
"But… I remembered what I did. I was barely awake for an hour before I started ripping apart tank armor. Before I started shattering glass. Before I realized you were alive as well and I… nearly lost it from the overload."
Rebecca doesn't say a thing, but she squeezes her arm just a little tighter. "I didn't notice," she whispers.
You shake your head "You didn't know. I didn't want you to know. I got help, and I made a choice." You hold up your hand, and it begins to glow gold as waves shine around it. "I finally have something special to show the world. And it scares me."
The controlled facade that Rebecca put up fades for an instant. For a second, she looks terrified. Regardless, you press on. "I ripped through tank armor, I broke bullet proof glass, and I did all of that without even trying. No, when I saw the list of names I went for David only because it said there was no chance I could hurt him. I admit," You look down at your suit, the torn edges and hole over your chest "It wasn't the best Idea. I knew David for all of five minutes before I reacted. I took control of the waves and I…. I nearly killed him."
The image of David, powerful as he was, forced to the ground by a single one of your thoughts. The memory makes you shiver, and a familiar feeling starts clawing it's way up your throat. You keep it down, somehow and continue. "He got out of it with some power of his, and minute later I was throwing a mountain at him and turning thousands of rocks into bullets with a wave of my hand. If it were anyone else… I don't want to think what might have happened. I can do so much without even lifting a finger. And that scares me. What I can do to myself, and to the people around me. So I didn't put anyone at risk, or at least, I tried not to."
The silence returns, and neither of you move. You wait for Rebecca to say something, anything. Ridicule you, tell you the flaw in your thinking, something. You look at her, and you see her eyes begin to water. She rubs them away as she barks out a soft chuckle and shakes her head. "I don't know why I worry."
"About?"
She laughs again "It's amazing. I've never seen you so passionate about anything." She looks straight at you, and you're frozen in place from the gratitude in her smile "You could rule the world, and you don't want to hurt anyone."
You shrug "Well you know me, always standing up for what's right." You joke.
She puts up a hand to stop a smirk "I'm being serious. That's not how a man thinks Alex, that's how a hero thinks, and you know the best part? You've always been thinking like this. Even after your episode with David, you're right here, in my room, making sure that I can talk to you."
"I ah…" You shift a little where you sit as your nerves get to you. You're not used to Rebecca smiling with that much life in her. It's both welcoming, and surprising. Better get used to it now, you're probably going to see it a lot. "Just came to get some help with my situation." You say "I'm not that special for doing that."
Rebecca raises an eyebrow but she shrugs off your answer "Regardless of how you feel about yourself, we do need to talk about David's treatment of you."
You blink "Oh don't worry about that."
Rebecca gives you a flat stare. "I'm serious, he promised to go slow and everything." You say.
"And how annoyed was he that you wanted to do that." She asks.
You think back to the powerhouse's pained expression "Extremely." You admit.
"He's not going to change."
You shrug "He seemed happy enough when I fought him."
"And you want to do that again?"
You can feel the blood drain from your face. "Oh god no."
"Then why are you defending him?" She asks.
You try not to meet her gaze at that question "I don't know, but can you help me out anyway? Didn't you get an A in psychology?"
"I doubt high school psychology is going to help you understand a narcissistic warmonger with a pension for showing off."
You blink, and the message on top of the box comes back to you. "I now know why the record was so short," you groan.
Rebecca scoffs "It took you this long to figure that out?"
"Hey I'm the slow one remember? Can you at least try?"
"My immediate advice would be not to talk to him for the foreseeable future."
You think through the option "Not really a choice. He's the only one that can take what I can dish out without dying."
You glance at her hopefully "Unless anyone-?"
"Most likely not." Rebecca says with a shake of her head.
Your shoulders slump "Oh, I got hopeful for a second there."
"I'm durable, but given your declaration, I don't think you want to start testing that."
You shake your head "I thought as much. For your other options, Matthew is durable to an extent, but I outclass him. Charles is baseline human without his toys. So if you really don't want to risk it, David is the only option." she says
"And if that's the case, there's not much I can do. It has to be you who wants to keep training with him."
"I'll last two more days tops then." You say defeated.
She puts a comforting hand on your shoulder "You're doing it for the right reasons. You just need to keep reminding yourself of that.
You give her a disbelieving glance "And what am I going to tell myself everyday when I'm getting my butt handed to me?"
Rebecca frowns and leans back. Her brow furrows in concentration and you find yourself waiting impatiently for an answer. Every second drags on, and you forget how long you've been down here. Rebecca shoots to a sitting position "I've got it."
She grabs your hand and all but rockets you towards the elevator door. It felt like your head was going to snap from the sudden speed increase, but luckily for you the waves kept the movement to a minimum. When your head stops shaking, you're in the elevator headed somewhere. You look to Rebecca, but she just gives you a knowing smirk and says nothing. You'd like to push her for answers, but when Rebecca wants to surprise you nothing is going to stop her from setting off that surprise. The door opens to the rooms. You give Rebecca a sidelong glance. She waves it off "Change out of the suit, put on anything, and meet me outside the hallway."
"Bu-"
You catch the waves exploding into existence again, and a second later she's gone. You're left standing their with an outstretched hand and more questions than answers. You let your hand drop to your side and just do what she wants. It will probably make sense eventually. You head to your room and go through the first set of drawers. Like you expected, they're full of different shirts, jeans. If the closet had a tux, you probably wouldn't be too surprised. You take the first set of matching clothes that you get your hands on and change. They're a bit loose, but you can make do.
You head out of you room, and find Rebecca waiting for you with similarly casual clothing. She kicks off the wall, probably as softly as she can before putting a finger to her ear.
"Door me."
Next to, space splits open as a literal door appears out of thin air. It opens with a squeaking of gears and on the other side there's an alleyway. Rebecca steps through without any concern and when you don't follow she gestures you inside. You take a step forward, then another, then finally you manage to get to the door and step through. The second you do, everything changes. The air feels hotter, the breeze is greater and the sound of speeding cars and horns echos from the distance. "Where are we?" You ask.
Rebecca says nothing. She walks down the alleyway, and gets to the open sidewalk. She stops, and waits for you to stand beside her. The second you do, she points up to the distance. You follow her finger, and a familiar sign looks out from the distance. The sight of it forces something out of you. A cough, a laugh, you don't know. And you don't care.
You're home.
Rebecca pulls you away, forcing you to take in the sights of the rest of the city. The buildings, the streets signs, everything feels so familiar. You barely pay attention to the route that Rebecca is taking you along. You just… you're walking down these streets again. You're standing healthy and hearty. You're back in the city that raised you, free from cancer with your best friend and a gift to share.
It's… perfect.
Rebecca stops and you nearly run into her. You look at the stop and choke out a laugh at the sight. A small building, right at the edge of a crosswalk in the center of town, with a sign reading Everett Point above the door. It's built into the bottom of an apartment complex, with a single waiting bench outside and a parking garage on the other side. Rebecca walks up, produces a key and unlocks the door. She moves right by you, and nudges you forward " You need a reason to stay with David and get better? Here you are, I'll be waiting here."
With that, she makes her way over to the bench and takes a seat. You watch her go, and she shoos you inside. Rolling your eyes at her, you step up to the door and push inside. The door opens without a bell, or any sound to announce your entrance. The door shuts behind you, and you're greeted with the sight of the bar that you remembered well. The tables all but thrown around the available space. The booths bolted to the wall, and the bar standing at the edge of the room for all to see. Despite the disorganized appearance, you could effortlessly go from any table to the other without going out of your way. And most importantly, you could get to the bar and the kitchen door at the end of the room. The tables had stacked chairs on them. Every inch of available space on the bar is filled with drying glasses. You make your way past the tables, letting your hand float atop the wooden surface of a booth to help guide you.
Despite it being utterly silent, you could still hear the sounds of glasses clinking together across the room as you played with a coloring book. Learning math from your brother as you tried to hide under the booth. Getting on your hands and knees to scrub the floors and earn an extra buck. This place, it might have gotten a new name, but it really didn't change at all. You manage to get to the bar, and the second you do you see a blackboard. The daily special was erased, but right under it is the all time special.
"Everett Point Special.
One Free Drink to all fathers who have lost an irreplaceable gift.
To remember, to mourn, but never enough to forget.
-James Everett, Owner"
The kitchen door opens with a squeaking of hinges and the sloshing of water in a bucket. You lean away from the bar and lock eyes with a man who just walked out. The second that he saw you, he drops the handle of the mop in his hands. He adjusts his glasses, and steps to the side to get a better look at you. He runs a hand through his hair and slowly tapped his finger on the bar counter.
"I saw the medical reports." He says "You were dead. There was no doubt in my mind that you had left us."
He shoved a glass off the bar counter as sprints towards you. He all but tackles you into a hard, but gentle hug. You don't bother waiting for any invitation, you return the hug with as much strength as you feel you can.
"I have never been so happy to be wrong, in all my life."
His voice stays as strong and perfect as ever. However, you feel your shoulder grow damp as the first few tears start to fall. You feel your own eyes watering as you hold back a sob.
"I thought I lost my little brother."
You hug Clint a little tighter.
"Nope, I'm here to stay." You choke out.
He slowly breaks the hug, you can tell he's reluctant to let go. He looks you over and tries to say something, but nothing comes out. He sinks into a seat and tries again to speak but nothing comes. Guess you can change one thing and be the one to start the conversation.
[] "Is Dad ok?"
[] "Did Danah move on?"
[] "Did you finish your studies?"
[] "I didn't miss anything, did I?"
Syqadelic
That's not a mountain.
- Location
- Earth
Here's the trouble with Contessa: I really don't know whether or not Contessa gave Rebecca a little hint at some point that would remind her to bring MC back to his home, or if this trip was entirely unauthorized, with Rebecca taking heat for it.
And given QM's answer to my last question, it makes me wonder whether the choices we make will retroactively decide that. I mean, if we make the right social choices, Contessa will have retroactively given Rebecca the hint, and if we flub everything, Contessa never gave permission for us to visit.
And given QM's answer to my last question, it makes me wonder whether the choices we make will retroactively decide that. I mean, if we make the right social choices, Contessa will have retroactively given Rebecca the hint, and if we flub everything, Contessa never gave permission for us to visit.
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Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
How long were we gone for?
Also having read through this so far and the mentions of a passive weak gravity shield kicking in whenever we face injury, can we make a much stronger one that can actively repel all dangers from us? I mean a strong enough gravity field basically means nothing but exotic affects could touch us.
Also having read through this so far and the mentions of a passive weak gravity shield kicking in whenever we face injury, can we make a much stronger one that can actively repel all dangers from us? I mean a strong enough gravity field basically means nothing but exotic affects could touch us.
- Location
- London
Thus we arrive at the Contessa Paradox.
Did I make that choice? Or did she make it for me.
- Location
- Leeds
Custodian is a wonderful sparring partner. Too bad everyone else thinks you're crazy.
We already have WoG on how PtV will be treated.
- Location
- Currently in the local dimension.
[X] "Is Dad ok?"
Yep, I think Dad is the right call here.
Yep, I think Dad is the right call here.
- Location
- Virginia
[X] "Is Dad ok?"
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
You were about for roughly four months. So just enough time to come to terms with losing someone important, but not long enough for it to stop hurting.