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riverviewlogs2017-08-01 09:14 pm
hititwithacrowbar) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-01 09:14 pm
Open Log
who: Jason Todd and open
what: Early August Catch-All
when: 1st - 15th
where: The Housing, The Quartine, Trixie, Around the city...wherever.
warnings: Will update as needed
Floor Six
Jason had returned home the way he usually does, with a bag in hand, some stuff to make dinner later, some drinks, tonight it was the closest thing he could find to sports drinks. And once the bags were unloaded he moved to his bed yanking his boots off, peeling off his shirt and throwing it on his bed and plugging his phone in to chrage turned off so it would charge faster. A quick shower compared to normal was taken as he made his way back out his clothes changed and vigorously drying his hair before grabbing his phone and heading to the kitchen.
He was planning to pull Edward aside now that the mission was done and talk to him, about what he had realized at the dance. he had been to hung over and tired before they left and the mission was no time for that. So, he turned on a song loud enough to be annoying with it and started to pull stuff out to get started on dinner. He figured if he was loud enough, Edward would appear... or someone. Anyone really. He was lonely but wasn't the type to ask for company in a conventional way.
The Quarantine
After he got bored with being at home, Jason picked up the latest book he was reading and headed out to his usual haunt. He knew he should be going to Trixie to support his younger brother, and Loki but he liked the idea that basically no one knew him at the other bar. Ordering up a mug of beer then going back to one of the tables by himself to read. Sure he could drink back in the room but he had always enjoyed haunting bars. A lot could be learned in bars.
Namely for a vigilante looking for a way to break into the criminal underground. But for now, he sat reading Pride and Prejudice, a notebook beside him half filled with notes about other books he had been reading. The differences in them. He knew this book cover to cover, and he was ready to be more offended than when he read the zombie variant.
Out and About
After another day spent working for the guard, Jason made a detour from his usual routine instead of heading home to peel off his uniform and shower, instead he had a change of clothes that he had already switched into. A pair of black leather pants and a black t-shirt with a red leather jacket hanging over it. Sure it was hot but he didn't care. He moved to walk around the city.
One of the places he stopped was to look over cars, more so looking for something in his price range. While he wanted a motorcycle he was wondering if a car wouldn't be wiser in a place like this. He was here a long while. Eventually deciding that today wouldn't be the day he'd finally get some wheels.
Back on track, he moved along walking to look for an arcade or laser tag. Something he could not only drag the boys to like he had promised Jon, but something he could take Ed to for their auction date.
Trixie
After a long day of walking around, Jason finally made his way into the bar he had made a point of avoiding. He really had no reason for avoiding the place. He had no issue with Tim anymore, and Loki was fun. He had just been going out of his way to avoid places he expected to be known. So as he made his way inside pulling his jacket off hanging if over his shoulder. He stopped long enough to look for a face he knew before walking on to take a seat at the bar.
He didn't know what he expected when he came in, but he ordered a drink and waited quietly for it. His eyes taking in the place. It really was nice.
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what: Early August Catch-All
when: 1st - 15th
where: The Housing, The Quartine, Trixie, Around the city...wherever.
warnings: Will update as needed
Floor Six
Jason had returned home the way he usually does, with a bag in hand, some stuff to make dinner later, some drinks, tonight it was the closest thing he could find to sports drinks. And once the bags were unloaded he moved to his bed yanking his boots off, peeling off his shirt and throwing it on his bed and plugging his phone in to chrage turned off so it would charge faster. A quick shower compared to normal was taken as he made his way back out his clothes changed and vigorously drying his hair before grabbing his phone and heading to the kitchen.
He was planning to pull Edward aside now that the mission was done and talk to him, about what he had realized at the dance. he had been to hung over and tired before they left and the mission was no time for that. So, he turned on a song loud enough to be annoying with it and started to pull stuff out to get started on dinner. He figured if he was loud enough, Edward would appear... or someone. Anyone really. He was lonely but wasn't the type to ask for company in a conventional way.
The Quarantine
After he got bored with being at home, Jason picked up the latest book he was reading and headed out to his usual haunt. He knew he should be going to Trixie to support his younger brother, and Loki but he liked the idea that basically no one knew him at the other bar. Ordering up a mug of beer then going back to one of the tables by himself to read. Sure he could drink back in the room but he had always enjoyed haunting bars. A lot could be learned in bars.
Namely for a vigilante looking for a way to break into the criminal underground. But for now, he sat reading Pride and Prejudice, a notebook beside him half filled with notes about other books he had been reading. The differences in them. He knew this book cover to cover, and he was ready to be more offended than when he read the zombie variant.
Out and About
After another day spent working for the guard, Jason made a detour from his usual routine instead of heading home to peel off his uniform and shower, instead he had a change of clothes that he had already switched into. A pair of black leather pants and a black t-shirt with a red leather jacket hanging over it. Sure it was hot but he didn't care. He moved to walk around the city.
One of the places he stopped was to look over cars, more so looking for something in his price range. While he wanted a motorcycle he was wondering if a car wouldn't be wiser in a place like this. He was here a long while. Eventually deciding that today wouldn't be the day he'd finally get some wheels.
Back on track, he moved along walking to look for an arcade or laser tag. Something he could not only drag the boys to like he had promised Jon, but something he could take Ed to for their auction date.
Trixie
After a long day of walking around, Jason finally made his way into the bar he had made a point of avoiding. He really had no reason for avoiding the place. He had no issue with Tim anymore, and Loki was fun. He had just been going out of his way to avoid places he expected to be known. So as he made his way inside pulling his jacket off hanging if over his shoulder. He stopped long enough to look for a face he knew before walking on to take a seat at the bar.
He didn't know what he expected when he came in, but he ordered a drink and waited quietly for it. His eyes taking in the place. It really was nice.
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"His name was Greed, the woman that created him had a sick sense of humor." A beat, "The one we created was named Sloth... which is exactly the sin I was accused of committing when I got to Purg." Enjoy that extra tidbit of info, Jay. A lot of issues, and a lot of pain, but Ed breezed past the automail talk when Jason turns the conversation back to the topic of Al.
"That's just Al." He smirked some at that, "He's always looking for the bright side." Even - or especially - when Ed can't hope to see it. "He didn't blame me for what happened, even though I'm the reason he lost his body... and now he's just grateful to have it back, even though it's- wrong." He scowled at that, glancing away again. Al didn't seem to mind, but it wasn't fair that he was still paying for Ed's mistake.
Jay got a sympathetic look for that explanation, exhaling slowly. "Our old man left when we were really young, just never came back." Well, he did, like ten years later. The anger is evident as he spoke. "We tried to find him when mom got sick, but- he never got our letters." He couldn't imagine what living like that must have been like, having to be the parent in the situation, because she relied on him to take care of her instead of the other way around. "Even on her death bed she thought of us, before herself... and him. He didn't deserve her." The disgust was clear in his tone.
Ed took another drink, clearing his throat before speaking again - carefully. "That must have been rough, having to be the one to take care of everything that young. We were around that age when we- ... at least we got to be kids before that."
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He let the talk of the bar go in favor of moving to the fridge pulling a pack of chicken out moving to the cutting board and switching knives. Another drink taken from his glass as he listened. "....God that had to fuck you up." Jay spoke exactly what he thought in that moment. He looked back to Ed a second, he couldn't picture that kid... no that guy, being lazy. "Your lucky, guys like you and me, we need a sunny person in our lives to keep us from drowning in the darkness." He thought of the old woman that trained him in that second. The wise old crone and her mantra of 'Accept the Darkness, Embrace the Light.' Jay could sometimes be found meditating on the floor by his bed repeating these words.
"Man that's fucked, that explains why he seems younger than he is. I thought he was like twelve." He admitted. When Ed explained their Dad Jason started to cut the chicken. "Hey, Ed, as soon as that hit's a boil drop those vegetables in the pot." He spoke motioning with the knife as he worked. "Yeah, see that's why I dont plan to ever have kids. Father's are shit in every world. Every fucking one of them. Even the ones who step up claiming to care, Their all pathetic." He grumbled as he cut needing to keep his hands busy as the image of Bruce played in his mind. They had made so much work on mending the bridge but Jason just couldn't let some things go.
"Mom... well, Catherine, when she wasn't checked out or dealing with her depression she was wonderful. She's the one who mostly taught me this." he motioned to the dinner he was working on. "She's dance around and sing, while she cleaned or whatever she'd do. She just made a mistake, that mistake was my father, so I get that. They never deserve the women they get, but what can you do?" He spoke before adding. "You mom sounds like a mother from a story book though. She was a lot like Al is wasn't she?"
He shrugged at the last bit. "I'm from Gotham, honestly, it could have been a lot worse. At least I had a work ethic young." He chuckled when he said it. "I was one of the fastest kids on the block. The cops couldn't catch me if they wanted to. I was on a pretty bad track though, if someone hadn't intervened a few months after Mom died, I would have ended up in county with my old man."
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When Jay commented on how that had to fuck him up, rather than any of the other things he'd shared in this conversation he shrugged. "I kind of knew by then. I accepted what she was before I killed her... Our sin, clinging to the past and being unable to move on when our mother died. Sloth kind of sums that up pretty well when you think about it." His other sin had been lust, the unrelenting search for something that wasn't his made that one almost as obvious if anyone knew the original meaning behind that sin, rather than the one regarding carnal pleasure. Ed didn't talk about that, though, he didn't talk about the stone much here at all.
At the next part, Ed smiled faintly, "Yeah, I'd call that lucky all right. I would never had made it this far without Al." He actually laughed when Jay admitted to how young he thought Alphonse was, "Don't ever let him hear that, he's almost eighteen. I think." He waved a hand dismissively at that, "Time kind of messes you up in Purg, but if he's from the same time as the ones I met before like I gather, he's almost 18." Three years younger than Ed still felt off but he wasn't going to dwell in that in this moment. "He lost four years because of me, his body never caught up so he looks a lot younger than he is, that's all."
He blinked at the order, glancing at the pot as if to watch for it to start boiling before flinching at Jay's words. "That's not true." Sure, memories of his own father and Tucker came to mind rapidly at his adamant denial, but he couldn't help it. "That's not true," he repeated quietly - although anger had seeped into his tone at this point. "Not every one." Most of them, his thoughts agreed with Jay, pretty much every single one and he couldn't deny it. Nash had tried to redeem himself, though and worst of all - was Hughes. "I got a man killed who deserved every second with his family, whose family deserved him. He was a great father, and he died because of me. They're not all shit."
When Jay turned the discussion back to Trisha Ed nodded, picturing all of the things he'd been talking about - some woman he'd never see the face of dancing and singing, cooking a dinner like the one Jason was making right now. He sighed at the question, "She was..." She was so perfect it was like something out of fiction, something that could never last in the real world. "Al favors her a lot, looks and personality. Even he's got a bit of a temper though... Mom wasn't like that, she wouldn't know how to hold a grudge if she tried." His brother on the other hand, could fight just as mean as he could, and hold grudges like a professional. That's why it was always Ed that had to go find him and make peace.
"After our mother died, we left home." He couldn't wrap his head around Jay's life, being a criminal running from the cops. "I promised Al I'd get his body back, so I enlisted in the military to get the information we'd need to do just that." It hadn't worked though, not really. Al's body hadn't been returned to him after years of research coming together, it had been a simple fluke that everything fell into place the way it did. Ed hadn't experienced it first hand though, so he didn't tend to go into too much detail there. After a moment he glanced at the pot again, waiting for it to start to boil before moving to add the vegetables as instructed. "Someone from the military showed up looking for our father, decided to try to recruit us instead." It was still strange, the gamble Mustang took on them. "I was still recovering from my injuries but I made the decision to get automail and go try out for the exam that day."
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Jason worked on the cutting as he listened to Ed, nodding. That made sense, but he figured the boys drive would have balanced that out. Not that he knew a whole lot. He didn't comment but did nod to show he was listening. "It's good you have him. He's a sweet kid." He thought about Roy in that moment, all the stupid things he used to do before Jay fucked that all up. It had been for Roy's own good but now he was without the only real friend he had had in his life, Kori excluded. "Time has a way of fucking up for us... I wonder if he will age or stay the same." Those kind of things were weird.
Jason looked up again when Ed on about father's, how not all were bad. Oddly it was Alfred who came to mind for him. He gave a bit of a look before nodding. "You have a point, not all of them, just most of them." He wanted to ask about the man who Ed got killed but as a man who kills people as kind of a profession he doesn't have much room to judge. Catherine had been a red head, curvy and beautiful, a woman who feel for the wrong man. He thought the world of her, even now, even with all the problems. "She sounds wonderful, was she blonde like you and Al?" His birth mother had been a blonde. "I don't look like my mom...I look like my old man, but you know, bigger, and better looking." He hated how much he looked like Willis, but he was also truthful he looked much better than his father had, all the handsome features had clearly come from Shelia's line. Not that he knew jack or shit about that. "Sounds like what kids do when their parents are gone. I ran so social services wouldn't put me through the system."
He looked up from the chicken again. "You a good brother, clearly he has his body, and the things you two must have done together." Clearly Ed and Al were what brothers were meant to be. "You got the Automail and then did the exam? It's weird hearing the military has a exam but you got in clearly... "
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Their drive had turned into its own sin, the sin of lust, of wanting. Who needs balance when instead you could get two handy labels to the show the world your faults? And show Purg did, slapping them right across the foreheads of people there - at least for a bit. Ed didn't mind thinking about Purg or talking about it, it had inevitably become a second home to him over time... He did, however, cringe to speak of the sin related matters. Best buried, as far as he was concerned. "He is.." That response is more somber, quiet, Ed doesn't look up at Jay's question. "Theoretically, he should age normally here. He's already aged since the transmutation, or you'd be looking at an even younger Al."
"Yeah..." Ed swallowed, trying not to think about the rest. "Yeah, most fathers are shit, especially in our world. I met some people who would disagree with that in Purg, but at home... You couldn't convince me otherwise. Some shitty fathers had a good heart, they meant well at least, but- Hughes loved his family, he was a great dad. His daughter deserved to have him in her life, instead he died helping us. That's not how it should have gone..."
He's brought out of those thoughts abruptly and shook his head as if to clear them away. "Our dad's the blond. I..." He hated talking about this, hated that it even came up and immediately he's reminded of how he reacted to Yuffie when they first met. Ed does not like to talk about his looks, the way he's practically his father's clone. "Al looks more like mom." That was the easiest way to put it, "Her hair was darker, but they have the same warm eyes..." Even if Al's were a different color. After a moment he exhaled slowly, as if preparing himself. "I took after the bastard... In every way. People say we look alike, a lot. I don't see it at all."
At the question Ed shrugged, "Alchemists take an exam to prove their knowledge. No one's going to hire on a scientist without proof they know what they claim on the subject. The military had libraries civilians couldn't get access to, those libraries were supposed to have the information that we needed. Wound up chasing rumors for four years... chasing our own tails." He sounded frustration there but his expression shifted, "We didn't leave right away, I still had to go through a whole mess of rehab to make sure both my limbs were working right."
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"I cant even picture him younger than he looks." He admitted, "Granted, I do kind of understand that, I was super small before I died. It's not the same idea, but seems close enough." He said it right out. "I guess hair and nails aren't the only thing that grows."
He looked a little sympathetic again as Ed explained Hughes, taking another drink of his drink, before he finished cutting up the chicken. "May he rest in peace then." He spoke, without his normal extra attitude, a geniune tone to his voice. A man like that was rare.
"That sucks. Looking like someone you don't like. You look like Al to me, but I don't know what your parents look like, so I'll just hold you and Al look more alike." He said it to be nice, after all he knows better than most that looks don't make family. How much he looks like he really belonged to Bruce, was really brother's with Dick, Tim or Damian... Bruce had a habit of finding nice looking boys with dark hair and blue eyes.
"Ed, that sucks." Was all he could say as Ed explained. Poor guy, four years of chasing nothing? That blew.
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"Al was ten when he lost his body." He paused to listen to Jay's retort, smirking faintly before shrugging. "If he didn't age at all, he'd still look ten now... so he's definitely growing." And aging, which was important. Bad enough he lost four years, if he was just stuck that age for the rest of his life? Ed probably wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
When Jay offered the genuine sentiments about Hughes Ed nodded, "Hopefully." He was glad to move off from that subject though, it had been a long time since the guilt of Hughes' death made its way back into the pit of his stomach.
"A lot of people here say we look alike... I guess so without our parents to compare anything to." His expression changes at that, almost wistful with a shrug, "Al got the looks and the personality, I guess he'll be the lucky one when he's older." Old enough that people stop confusing him for a child, at least.
When Jay said it sucked, Ed actually laughed again. "It did, but we were determined.... And what we wanted eventually fell into our laps by accident, anyway. Al's got his body back, and that's all that matters."
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However, it fell just as fast as he had pulled it up, hearing when Al lost his body. "Yeah, he looks older than ten." How terrible Ed most have felt. Sure Jason had come back and gunned after his adopted father, and his replacement, who he now viewed as a younger brother, with the violence of a bloody hurricane... but he could never actually imagine having his blood on his hands. He looked meloncholy for a second, secretly happy that Tim was here, and not back home dead.... he hadn't told Dick what Tim was hiding, that Tim Drake-Wayne was dead.... at least here he had another chance, and was using it better.
"Likely so, and the blond hair helps to. Don't wish him to grow up so quick though." he spoke trying to sound wise as he dumped the rest of the stuff into the pot and started to stir it, before lifting his glass with his free hand to finish it off. "It's good, even if it was what sounds like dumb luck."
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"It's been a few years... I was eleven when it happened." A shrug. "I'm not wishing him to grow up any faster than he should have. Al's going to be 18, he should get to be that." He should have gotten to be a teenager too, but Ed doesn't point that out, as far as he's concerned it is his own fault that Al's experiences aren't what they should be. The weirdest thing is that Ed's going to be 22, which means even 18 feels too young for his brother, but he knows that has nothing to do with their mistakes.
"It basically was. A series of events that made it happen without our choosing. I don't know what we would have done if Scar hadn't created the Stone, but- I wasn't planning to use it. Al made that decision." Yeah, that was information with no context out of nowhere, enjoy Jay.
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"...I dont understand this, but I'm going to assume if Al made the choice for himself, than it was the right one."
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At the last part Ed shrugs, "He didn't have a choice. He was going to die anyway, after I was killed he just- used the Stone, and his death, to bring me back instead."
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"Your one lucky son of a bitch to have someone love you that much. Don't you ever hurt that boy." He spoke feeling a bit protective suddenly, he knew his brother's would never do that for him, in truth he'd die for them these days but he doubted it would ever be mutual. The kind of love Al and Ed had hurt him in ways, because he would never experience it. It was strange to be jealous of someone who clearly suffered worse than him.
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"That's just how we are, I guess." His answer is quiet, there's no humor or pride in the notion at all. He's too shaken up by Jay's words, but he's trying to ignore it. Ed is oblivious to Jay's jealousy of their relationship, it wouldn't be the first time someone felt that way watching the Elrics, but he just didn't think of it when he spoke. "If he hadn't died to bring me back his soul and body wouldn't have been reunited. I would have never been able to get him back to normal. I thought if I exchanged myself to get him back it would work, his mind, soul and body reunited- only apparently I can't even die right." There is a smirk then, mirthless. "Guess I'll see when I go home and live through it for myself."
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Jason gave him a sympathetic face a second before reaching out to ruffle the top of Ed's head. "Chin up, Kid, you got him here. Just enjoy your time until you go home. It's the best I have for you." He spoke not being sure what else to say. he's sure Alfred would know, but he wasn't Alfred though.
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