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riverviewlogs2017-06-15 04:49 pm
aeturnus) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-15 04:49 pm
Entry tags:
- marvel (mcu): loki,
- the adventure zone: taako taaco,
- ✖ dceu: clark kent,
- ✖ ffxv: gladiolus amicitia,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist (03): edward elric,
- ✖ lucifer: chloe decker,
- ✖ marvel (616): angela,
- ✖ marvel (616): tony stark,
- ✖ marvel (616): victor von doom,
- ✖ original: cain,
- ✖ original: letha regis,
- ✖ original: shai ebbisaryn,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lucretia
[ open ] #throwbackthursday
who: Cain (now Romulus), Anyone
what: During the effects of the Temporal Chalice, Cain gets to explore some of his much, much earlier years. He's in his early twenties, not immortal, shy and gentle, and goes by his birth name: Romulus. Oops.
when: 15th until the event ends.
where: Housing during the day (floor six + around), and out in the Quarantine at night mostly. Specific starters upon request.
warnings: Romulus at this point in his life is a slave. Mentioned of free vs not, expectations of having lesser value, and possible other related subjects are very likely. More will be edited in if necessary.
i. Housing. Floor six.
[ He's not sure what to do with himself here. One of the first things Romulus did when he came to was familiarize himself with the device he carries around with him, because he remembers that being important, and notices that the job he only vaguely recalls sent a message to not show up if you couldn't do the work citing distraction to the other workers who were still in their right minds. He supposes that means he should stay away from the place and he intends to. It just doesn't leave him a whole lot to do aside from putter around the floor he knows he belongs in, even if most of his belongings feel foreign and familiar at the same time. Sparse, too. Some technology to work, small knickknacks here and there, and nothing that really speaks to who he is. All except for a plain lantern hanging from the bedpost with scenery drawn on it that makes him feel more at home. It's familiar to him, only a breath away, if he were back home at all. That lantern is lit every night to help him sleep.
Either way, Romulus putters. Messes around in the kitchen to try and make food but plenty of the products are foreign and confusing and he sticks with what he knows, basic fruits and vegetables and puts together simpler things with simpler tools and methods. He's not going for anything fancy, just subsiding on what he can until he figures out what he's doing here anymore. What he doesn't do is actively bother anyone. Finds his own supplies and makes sure whatever he uses is communal and doesn't belong to anyone in particular, shops with the money he's found for himself to buy things he can't find.
It's probably easier to ignore the guy who's suddenly turned wallflower around floor six, or even in the rest of the building where he comes and goes quite often out to explore the city. Except... he didn't used to be like this, not at all, entire demeanor changed. Not that he's the only one but it's pretty radical and noticeable. Kinda sad, really. ]
ii. Quarantine.
[ Mostly, he goes out at night. Lots of people don't notice the nervous ones at night because crime still exists but Quarantine is better protected and managed than most cities in other universes, apparently, and a lot of the older residents expect the nervous ones to calm down eventually. Romulus isn't nervous because of crime, but instead because it feels like a lie. He shouldn't be out here without a cause or an order or a reason given to him to explain if anyone catches him out — but he's not doing anything wrong. There's no master here, no one holding him in their hands and certainly no one to say he can't explore or shop or live.
It's freedom, and it has his heart constantly in his throat. What do you do with freedom?
Either way, he stumbles into people because he's not paying attention, lost in thought. Flinches back and swerves to press nearer to the walls or almost walks into the street sometimes and has to get fished out of the way. It's all very nerve-wracking, but again, people expect it more in the darkness for whatever reason. Sometimes he does go out in the day, too, but this is easier for him. ]
I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to run into you—forgive me.
[ He doesn't meet many peoples' eyes in the dark of the night, either. ]
iii. Wild Card.
[ Romulus gets places he shouldn't. Curiosity is certainly his vice and that's never gotten him anyplace good. It's usually up to Remus to keep him from wandering and Remus isn't here. He doesn't go into dangerous-looking places, but stores or odd streets or stopping to watch something odd? There's no reason not to. ]
[ Make something up, and I'll work a response in! Contact at plurk or at biomagnet#1925 @ disco to discuss more if necessary. ]
what: During the effects of the Temporal Chalice, Cain gets to explore some of his much, much earlier years. He's in his early twenties, not immortal, shy and gentle, and goes by his birth name: Romulus. Oops.
when: 15th until the event ends.
where: Housing during the day (floor six + around), and out in the Quarantine at night mostly. Specific starters upon request.
warnings: Romulus at this point in his life is a slave. Mentioned of free vs not, expectations of having lesser value, and possible other related subjects are very likely. More will be edited in if necessary.
i. Housing. Floor six.
[ He's not sure what to do with himself here. One of the first things Romulus did when he came to was familiarize himself with the device he carries around with him, because he remembers that being important, and notices that the job he only vaguely recalls sent a message to not show up if you couldn't do the work citing distraction to the other workers who were still in their right minds. He supposes that means he should stay away from the place and he intends to. It just doesn't leave him a whole lot to do aside from putter around the floor he knows he belongs in, even if most of his belongings feel foreign and familiar at the same time. Sparse, too. Some technology to work, small knickknacks here and there, and nothing that really speaks to who he is. All except for a plain lantern hanging from the bedpost with scenery drawn on it that makes him feel more at home. It's familiar to him, only a breath away, if he were back home at all. That lantern is lit every night to help him sleep.
Either way, Romulus putters. Messes around in the kitchen to try and make food but plenty of the products are foreign and confusing and he sticks with what he knows, basic fruits and vegetables and puts together simpler things with simpler tools and methods. He's not going for anything fancy, just subsiding on what he can until he figures out what he's doing here anymore. What he doesn't do is actively bother anyone. Finds his own supplies and makes sure whatever he uses is communal and doesn't belong to anyone in particular, shops with the money he's found for himself to buy things he can't find.
It's probably easier to ignore the guy who's suddenly turned wallflower around floor six, or even in the rest of the building where he comes and goes quite often out to explore the city. Except... he didn't used to be like this, not at all, entire demeanor changed. Not that he's the only one but it's pretty radical and noticeable. Kinda sad, really. ]
ii. Quarantine.
[ Mostly, he goes out at night. Lots of people don't notice the nervous ones at night because crime still exists but Quarantine is better protected and managed than most cities in other universes, apparently, and a lot of the older residents expect the nervous ones to calm down eventually. Romulus isn't nervous because of crime, but instead because it feels like a lie. He shouldn't be out here without a cause or an order or a reason given to him to explain if anyone catches him out — but he's not doing anything wrong. There's no master here, no one holding him in their hands and certainly no one to say he can't explore or shop or live.
It's freedom, and it has his heart constantly in his throat. What do you do with freedom?
Either way, he stumbles into people because he's not paying attention, lost in thought. Flinches back and swerves to press nearer to the walls or almost walks into the street sometimes and has to get fished out of the way. It's all very nerve-wracking, but again, people expect it more in the darkness for whatever reason. Sometimes he does go out in the day, too, but this is easier for him. ]
I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to run into you—forgive me.
[ He doesn't meet many peoples' eyes in the dark of the night, either. ]
iii. Wild Card.
[ Romulus gets places he shouldn't. Curiosity is certainly his vice and that's never gotten him anyplace good. It's usually up to Remus to keep him from wandering and Remus isn't here. He doesn't go into dangerous-looking places, but stores or odd streets or stopping to watch something odd? There's no reason not to. ]
[ Make something up, and I'll work a response in! Contact at plurk or at biomagnet#1925 @ disco to discuss more if necessary. ]
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[It's been... quite awhile since he'd been addressed as 'Sir' even back home, most preferring to stick to Mr. Elric, as if he somehow escaped even the notion of military rank, despite his title.
It was actually a little unsettling to hear again, after so long, but he tries not to let that show.]
Easier... Why?
[Ed's hardly one to pry, but the question comes out before he even realizes it. He was used to all sorts of creatures from other worlds with certain restrictions, but if this guy didn't answer he wasn't going to push it anyway.]
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[ Everyone seems to insist on names. Romulus isn't so great with it but if it keeps them from calling him out, he'll try. Just getting used to all of this is definitely overwhelming. ]
Well... less eyes to watch when you look as nervous as I do. [ He gives a flicker of a smile. ] I'm not used to being around so many people at once.
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[And he's watching Romulus carefully now, as if picking up on that very body language.]
Guess I can see why you'd want to stay in, then... So, you just call everyone you meet Sir, or what?
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Or ma'am, yes, because I'm a slave and it's only proper when speaking to a free man. Using names isn't... normal for me.
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Meeting a slave was hardly the most brain breaking adventure in his life, and it wasn't his first encounter, so Edward already had that emotional reaction and learned quite quickly it wasn't appreciated. Even if his stomach twisted slightly still at the concept, he didn't verbalize it.]
Whatever makes you comfortable. So, what do I call you then? Do slaves have names where you're from or... Do you go by something else?
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[ There's a shake of his head and he glances over to Ed. Doesn't meet his eyes, but at least looks at him now. ]
We have names, though we aren't often addressed directly. My brother and I even less, really.
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[He's honestly curious about the why, but mostly his tone is teasing.]
I can see why you'd want to avoid people if you have to go through this every time, it must get tiring.
[Ed can't relate to that, so to speak, but he can understand not wanting to have to explain yourself to every person you meet - or even live with - which is part of why he keeps the automail covered. Something he was going to have to get used to on a more permanent basis here.]
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[ It's a title of honor and something of a pain. Twins are so rare and hardly ever seen, so they're trotted out pretty often. It isn't as though they're prized for any kind of individuality. ]
It is. Tiring and strange, and this place itself is awesome.
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[Well, that certainly made sense and was yet another thing Ed could not relate to so much as understand in his own way. After all, his go to for telling Lockon apart from Lyle was generally clothing. It would probably take him some time if the two tried to pull a fast one for any reason.]
It is a lot to take in. Especially if you're not used to suddenly lacking orders to follow.... but it looks like you're keeping yourself busy, are the books from here?
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I'm not sure. They were just... oddities. Reading them is beyond me.
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You can't read them..? I could take a look if you want, though I'm not sure I'll understand the subject matter, myself. Different worlds make things like that a little unpredictable sometimes.
I'll help you out with them, if it's something I understand.
[Ed's confident in his ability to crack codes and learn new languages, but if the contents of the books were beyond him it was going to be a lot more effort to learn it all and then have to teach it to someone else, so he's careful not to make any promises without at least seeing the contents first.]
If you want to learn, that is.
[He repeats the last part, because he's perfectly aware some people prepare to keep their personal items private, even if they are just tokens or oddities.]
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That they're his own and might be too personal to share doesn't really occur to him. He doesn't have much he can keep to himself, certainly not things he would keep in paper that Romulus can't understand right now. ]
Yes... yes, I do want to learn. Please, Sir—Ed.
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Well, then let's see what you got.
[Slave or not, Ed doesn't move to touch the other's belongings. Setting his device on a desk to be prepared for any translation needs as he looks over the selection.]
Where do you want to start?
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That said, he comes over and puts it on the desk for Ed. Looks at him curiously. ]
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Ed cracks the book open and scans a few paragraphs to see what content he's looking at before frowning thoughtfully. Chances were pretty good this was just a story book, but he'd need some more time with it to really know that for sure. Still, that wasn't what this was about. Romulus wanted to know what was inside the book, so he was going to offer what information he could, and any additional detective work - should it be worthy of that in the long run - would have to wait.]
This just looks like a story. You could probably use your device to read it to you...
[Ed's not entirely familiar enough with all of the tech in Riverview to call them anything but that, terminals in Purg, devices in Lang and here- cell phones, laptops, tablets... It was all too complicated for him, at least for now.
He smirks, shrugging some.]
I can still teach you, but- it will take longer, and you probably won't really get to enjoy it the same.
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At that, he tilts his head and taps his fingers on the table idly before he shakes his head no. ]
That's all right. Should we try a different book?
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He wasn't going to push it though, they were his books. Let him make the decisions, and if that is what he wanted to do-]
All right, what's next?
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Once again, he goes to retrieve a book and comes back to place it on the table. This one is much more textbook like, a book on physics as it applies to the current universe and observations on how it melds with the physics other people almost bring with them. ]
This one?
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