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legionworld2016-02-14 09:47 pm
mirror_soldier) wrote in legionworld2016-02-14 09:47 pm
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Another head hangs lowly
Who| Thad and anyone
What| A new arrival being lonely without his AI buddy and finally giving into socializing. Kind of.
Where| Various sections of the Habitat deck. You can feel free to tag him in his own section of the deck as well.
When| After "Whistling in the Dark"
Warnings/Notes| None, beyond the general mild warning of there being some mention of how he was raised.
A replication of Craydl had sounded good when he had requested it. When asked about what kind of environment he would want, he hadn't really had any other ideas on what to say. It wasn't an exact replication by any means; when he'd described it, he'd felt the need to keep it purposefully vague, giving a general idea and outlining the superficial aspects of the construction, but leaving most decisions on layout up to the builders.
The end result was that, while it did look a lot like Craydl, it was different enough to feel wrong. Worst of all, was how empty it felt without Craydl's voice chiming in throughout the day; no witty or sarcastic comments when he was being too serious or getting too caught up in a project, no advice or chiding mother hen attitude when he wasn't sleeping enough or wasn't eating as much as he should. There had been times he'd found all of those things annoying, but now, even in the short time he'd been here, there had been more than one occurrence of him unintentionally speaking up to talk to the AI that wasn't there.
Despite all the people on Legion World and the fact that he could speak to any of them at a moments notice if he chose to, he'd never felt so utterly on his own. Not that he had done much to reach out to anyone since he'd been pulled here. Outside of doing maintenance and repairs he'd agreed to help with (which there seemed to be no shortage of), he'd hardly left his part of the Habitat deck.
The longer he spent in the building the more that unfamiliar feeling of loneliness weighed on him. The maze of grated floors and machinery began to feel both hollow and constricting; less like 'home' and more like an elaborate prison. Eventually, the feeling was uncomfortable enough to finally push him out.
Outside of his little lair was a stretch of what resembled an Alabama forest, and among all the trees, his warehouse of a building stuck out like a sore thumb but despite the stark difference, or maybe because of it, it felt more comforting than the imitation of Craydl. Still, comforting or not, there was only so much one could get from wandering the same patch of forest, and eventually curiosity and listlessness have the speedster cautiously exploring the other sections of the Habitat deck.
It was interesting to see just how different each section was. One moment you could be on a beach, the next in the middle of a city, a garden, or on a mountain side. It really was amazing the lengths the Legion went to, to make the beings in their care comfortable, as well as the various environments those people chose. It doesn't take long for him to get lost to curiosity and drop his guard, not caring quite as much if he's caught looking around. Or at least, not caring until he has been caught.
Any sign of another persons presence or any attempt to interact with the teen will have him acting startled and skittish, like a wild animal that's been cornered and is trying to judge whether it would be better to run or attack. While an attack is very unlikely, there is a good chance of hearing an insincere "I didn't mean to disturb you" spoken a little too fast.
What| A new arrival being lonely without his AI buddy and finally giving into socializing. Kind of.
Where| Various sections of the Habitat deck. You can feel free to tag him in his own section of the deck as well.
When| After "Whistling in the Dark"
Warnings/Notes| None, beyond the general mild warning of there being some mention of how he was raised.
A replication of Craydl had sounded good when he had requested it. When asked about what kind of environment he would want, he hadn't really had any other ideas on what to say. It wasn't an exact replication by any means; when he'd described it, he'd felt the need to keep it purposefully vague, giving a general idea and outlining the superficial aspects of the construction, but leaving most decisions on layout up to the builders.
The end result was that, while it did look a lot like Craydl, it was different enough to feel wrong. Worst of all, was how empty it felt without Craydl's voice chiming in throughout the day; no witty or sarcastic comments when he was being too serious or getting too caught up in a project, no advice or chiding mother hen attitude when he wasn't sleeping enough or wasn't eating as much as he should. There had been times he'd found all of those things annoying, but now, even in the short time he'd been here, there had been more than one occurrence of him unintentionally speaking up to talk to the AI that wasn't there.
Despite all the people on Legion World and the fact that he could speak to any of them at a moments notice if he chose to, he'd never felt so utterly on his own. Not that he had done much to reach out to anyone since he'd been pulled here. Outside of doing maintenance and repairs he'd agreed to help with (which there seemed to be no shortage of), he'd hardly left his part of the Habitat deck.
The longer he spent in the building the more that unfamiliar feeling of loneliness weighed on him. The maze of grated floors and machinery began to feel both hollow and constricting; less like 'home' and more like an elaborate prison. Eventually, the feeling was uncomfortable enough to finally push him out.
Outside of his little lair was a stretch of what resembled an Alabama forest, and among all the trees, his warehouse of a building stuck out like a sore thumb but despite the stark difference, or maybe because of it, it felt more comforting than the imitation of Craydl. Still, comforting or not, there was only so much one could get from wandering the same patch of forest, and eventually curiosity and listlessness have the speedster cautiously exploring the other sections of the Habitat deck.
It was interesting to see just how different each section was. One moment you could be on a beach, the next in the middle of a city, a garden, or on a mountain side. It really was amazing the lengths the Legion went to, to make the beings in their care comfortable, as well as the various environments those people chose. It doesn't take long for him to get lost to curiosity and drop his guard, not caring quite as much if he's caught looking around. Or at least, not caring until he has been caught.
Any sign of another persons presence or any attempt to interact with the teen will have him acting startled and skittish, like a wild animal that's been cornered and is trying to judge whether it would be better to run or attack. While an attack is very unlikely, there is a good chance of hearing an insincere "I didn't mean to disturb you" spoken a little too fast.
wikis up the craziest flash plot i haven't actually read...
A small and petty part of Hal couldn't help but think, you damned well should be. But he shoved that thought to the side, because really, who knew what the hell this kid had been told? (And all things considered, Hal just wasn't good at staying mad at kids. He liked them too much for that. Generally speaking, anyway, because Thad was making it kind of hard here, but...)
"At one point he figured out how to swap places with Barry from prison in the future - I was never quite straight on the science for that one, Barry would probably explain it better. Made a matter distributor out of an electric razor, so he could make himself look like Barry...and took his place. For his wedding. Barry had to stage a jailbreak and break up his own wedding."
There was some contempt in his tone, certainly. But there was also a distinct undertone of not-quite-disbelief, because while Hal knew perfectly well that it had happened, on some level it still just seemed too ridiculous to get his mind around. Was there any purpose to pulling something like that, aside from a petty grudge?
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That...That was nothing like any of the stories he'd heard. If anything it was closer to how Iris had depicted him in her book (something he had tried to disregard). There had been some mention of Eobard having feelings for Iris in most versions of history that he had been presented with (though having met the women, and read her book, he couldn't understand for the life of him why), and that he had been inspired by Barry Allen, even fell into idolization and imitation, but he'd certainly never heard of him stooping to that. It was uncomfortably close to what he'd pulled on Bart but seemed somehow even more vindictive.
This couldn't be right. The Eobard he'd studied, even if he was more violent than he'd been told, would never have done something like that. Part of him wanted to accuse Hal of lying, but what would he have to gain from it now outside of upsetting someone he likely perceived to be a child? Would he really be that vindictive against his ancestors? There had to be more to this.
From that hint of not-quite-disbelief in Hal's voice, this sounded less like a story he had been a part of and more like one he had been told or at least been partially told. This could just be Allens rendition of events. Part of him wanted to ask if that was the case but from Hal's reaction earlier, he was fairly certain that asking something that accusatory would mean the end of the conversation.
So instead, he once again gave a stiff nod, unconsciously making a face like he'd swallowed something unpleasant.
"And, how would you describe Barry Allen as a person?"
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There weren't many people who could successfully wield a Blue Lantern ring. Hal, for one, had sucked at it.
"He wasn't afraid to call anybody out for screwing up, of course, but you know, with some people that always feels like an insult? But it didn't with Barry." His arguments with Barry never felt as cutting as they did with, say, Ollie. "It just felt like he knew when someone could do better and he wanted them to live up to it. I-"
It wasn't often that Hal Jordan tripped over his own words, but something in that statement just caught an edge and wouldn't come out. For a moment, his gaze went to the side, away from Thad, and he sighed. He knew exactly what he was trying to say, it just -
"I was a better man whenever he was around."
- occurred to him now especially, when he'd had to have the Parallax conversation too many times with too many people, that his worst really had been when Barry wasn't around.