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riverviewlogs2017-10-10 03:34 am
hellshot) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-10-10 03:34 am
There's a cold red light
who: Reaper (Gabriel Reyes) - [Open]
what: Memoryshare + Halloween Stuff
when: Throughout October
where: In Reaper's apartment for one, In Dreams for the others.
warnings:
side a - Spooky Scary
[It's not as if Reaper had expected an alien planet to celebrate a holiday such as Halloween. Back where he was from, it was a big enough holiday with plenty of reasons to look forward to it--but as this month began on the shitty little planet far from home... He was pretty irate to learn that the 'Celebration' this time around was circled around Dying. As if he needed another dozen reminders that he still existed on a plane where his body couldn't decide if it wanted to be living or dead--but to have fucking ghosts floating around the place like it was common...
He needed something to clear his head.
So even if Halloween didn't exist in Riverview? Who said he couldn't celebrate it on his own anyhow. Anyone sharing an apartment complex with the undead man would find his own corner of the room scattered with textiles and rough sketches--a table set up in the corner with a sewing machine and everything to go along with it.
Hell, if you're lucky enough--roommate or even just one of his very few acquaintances--to pay him a visit during odd hours in the day, you'll find the mask-wearing man... putting something together. And for a guy who looks like he's dressed for Halloween every day of the year, this outfit he's sewing together seems to be even more over the top than usual.]
side b - Too Edgy for Halloween (Memoryshare 1)
[It's a pretty odd perspective, seeing from the eyes of someone else when you should be dreaming things from your own life. Even odder when said eyes seem to be looking out from the oddest kind of mask--the inside of what SEEMS to be a ...Pumpkin. Yeah, seriously. Bear with it for a moment, however, as a pair of hands are raised easily to pull it off--apparently only to continue what seemed to be some sort of argument.
One of the voices may be easy to recognise, what with its tinny, almost robotic tinge. An accent--Japanese--is easy to pick out as well, but the tone... is far divorced from what you might recognise it as.
"I do not want to go to any such party with you, Commander."
The title of respect is said with nearly a hint of sarcasm--a direct line of disobedience with someone higher authority than him. And that's when he'll come into the picture. Red-eyed, dark haired; this man is clearly a Cyborg, Genji Shimada, to be exact, but something is more than a little off about him.
"McCree's going to be there. Ana and Jack, too. Ain't no reason to go avoiding it just because you're in a foul mood for the sixth time this week, Shimada."
The reply is in a voice that's recogniseable Enough as the man who calls himself 'Reaper', but the tone is less rasped, far less tired, and almost... amicable in how it sounds.
"It is not a 'bad mood' choosing my actions. Do not accuse me of something so childish."
A laugh rumbles out of Reyes' throat. "Hard not to accuse when you're the one actin' like a kid with no friends."
Apparently that response was enough to make the Shimada brother growl with an irate sound of frustration, and slam the door to his quarters in his 'Commander's' face.
Well.
Can't say he didn't try, right.]
side 3 - Shrug Emoji.png (Memoryshare 2)
[The first thing greeting you in this particular dream is more than a dozen computer screens. Each lit up with a different angle of what one MIGHT recognise as London on Earth--except it's being absolutely lit up. Machines of varying sizes bare over the town as the rattle of guns and explosions sound over the speakers, and it'll become clear that this isn't some sort of well-CGI'd movie.
Especially not when someone to the apparent dreamer's left speaks up.
"What's McCree doing in London, Gabriel?"
A woman's voice, stern, to the point. One might expect a clear and concise reply, but instead, an almost sly remark is given in response.
"Looks like He's investigating the situation from the ground."
Once again, you find yourself in the dream belonging to the man who calls himself 'Reaper' in Riverview... apparently at a time before he'd met his apparent end. The conversation between Reaper, the stern-looking woman and a greying, tired looking man continues. It contains a bit of war jargon that one might not fully understand, but it all comes to an end when the tired looking blonde gets some sort of message. A grim statement that is apparently all Gabriel needs to hear.
"Prime Minister's not Budging. We're still not authorized to operate in England."
There's an exasperated sigh from the woman, and that's when Gabriel rises from his seat, an almost uncharacteristic laugh escaping his throat.
"Sounds like the Prime Minister has it alllllll under control."
As he's heading for the door, a snide remark is easily heard just before he exits: "Ever the Hero, Gabriel."
An easy turn, a wide smile, and an even wider shrug is given from the man who now calls himself Reaper.
"I'm not the one with the statue."]
what: Memoryshare + Halloween Stuff
when: Throughout October
where: In Reaper's apartment for one, In Dreams for the others.
warnings:
side a - Spooky Scary
[It's not as if Reaper had expected an alien planet to celebrate a holiday such as Halloween. Back where he was from, it was a big enough holiday with plenty of reasons to look forward to it--but as this month began on the shitty little planet far from home... He was pretty irate to learn that the 'Celebration' this time around was circled around Dying. As if he needed another dozen reminders that he still existed on a plane where his body couldn't decide if it wanted to be living or dead--but to have fucking ghosts floating around the place like it was common...
He needed something to clear his head.
So even if Halloween didn't exist in Riverview? Who said he couldn't celebrate it on his own anyhow. Anyone sharing an apartment complex with the undead man would find his own corner of the room scattered with textiles and rough sketches--a table set up in the corner with a sewing machine and everything to go along with it.
Hell, if you're lucky enough--roommate or even just one of his very few acquaintances--to pay him a visit during odd hours in the day, you'll find the mask-wearing man... putting something together. And for a guy who looks like he's dressed for Halloween every day of the year, this outfit he's sewing together seems to be even more over the top than usual.]
side b - Too Edgy for Halloween (Memoryshare 1)
[It's a pretty odd perspective, seeing from the eyes of someone else when you should be dreaming things from your own life. Even odder when said eyes seem to be looking out from the oddest kind of mask--the inside of what SEEMS to be a ...Pumpkin. Yeah, seriously. Bear with it for a moment, however, as a pair of hands are raised easily to pull it off--apparently only to continue what seemed to be some sort of argument.
One of the voices may be easy to recognise, what with its tinny, almost robotic tinge. An accent--Japanese--is easy to pick out as well, but the tone... is far divorced from what you might recognise it as.
"I do not want to go to any such party with you, Commander."
The title of respect is said with nearly a hint of sarcasm--a direct line of disobedience with someone higher authority than him. And that's when he'll come into the picture. Red-eyed, dark haired; this man is clearly a Cyborg, Genji Shimada, to be exact, but something is more than a little off about him.
"McCree's going to be there. Ana and Jack, too. Ain't no reason to go avoiding it just because you're in a foul mood for the sixth time this week, Shimada."
The reply is in a voice that's recogniseable Enough as the man who calls himself 'Reaper', but the tone is less rasped, far less tired, and almost... amicable in how it sounds.
"It is not a 'bad mood' choosing my actions. Do not accuse me of something so childish."
A laugh rumbles out of Reyes' throat. "Hard not to accuse when you're the one actin' like a kid with no friends."
Apparently that response was enough to make the Shimada brother growl with an irate sound of frustration, and slam the door to his quarters in his 'Commander's' face.
Well.
Can't say he didn't try, right.]
side 3 - Shrug Emoji.png (Memoryshare 2)
[The first thing greeting you in this particular dream is more than a dozen computer screens. Each lit up with a different angle of what one MIGHT recognise as London on Earth--except it's being absolutely lit up. Machines of varying sizes bare over the town as the rattle of guns and explosions sound over the speakers, and it'll become clear that this isn't some sort of well-CGI'd movie.
Especially not when someone to the apparent dreamer's left speaks up.
"What's McCree doing in London, Gabriel?"
A woman's voice, stern, to the point. One might expect a clear and concise reply, but instead, an almost sly remark is given in response.
"Looks like He's investigating the situation from the ground."
Once again, you find yourself in the dream belonging to the man who calls himself 'Reaper' in Riverview... apparently at a time before he'd met his apparent end. The conversation between Reaper, the stern-looking woman and a greying, tired looking man continues. It contains a bit of war jargon that one might not fully understand, but it all comes to an end when the tired looking blonde gets some sort of message. A grim statement that is apparently all Gabriel needs to hear.
"Prime Minister's not Budging. We're still not authorized to operate in England."
There's an exasperated sigh from the woman, and that's when Gabriel rises from his seat, an almost uncharacteristic laugh escaping his throat.
"Sounds like the Prime Minister has it alllllll under control."
As he's heading for the door, a snide remark is easily heard just before he exits: "Ever the Hero, Gabriel."
An easy turn, a wide smile, and an even wider shrug is given from the man who now calls himself Reaper.
"I'm not the one with the statue."]
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Those were better times, with people who were better than what they would later become.
He looks down at the mask that's still in his hand, the inside of the metal skull that had become his face for so long. He could feel the smoke curling around the open holes in the side of his face and all he could feel was disgust when Shigeru mentions that he would be missed.
A disgust that he shows by starting a slow, almost manic laugh. One that echoes out of his lungs with a tired hiss to the end of it.]
You're far too optimistic.
Wonder if it'll end up being the death of you one day, kid.
[Noone missed me when I died the first time. This time wouldn't be any different.]
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It might be, but it hasn't gotten me killed yet. I think it's actually saved me a few times... [ Back when he was getting tortured by Jern, it definitely had saved him. His expression turns somber for a minute before it flickers back to being happy again. ]
Maybe you're just too pessimistic! [ Shigeru please. ]
But...whenever you want to meet, you know where my house is, and we can do it privately so no one know will know. At least for now, once your figure changes I'm sure everyone will notice.
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Sounds about right. Eichi had said the same thing when he was in this place, and while the guy was now long gone from this place...
To hear another person tell him that he was being far to pessimistic was probably just more telling than he wanted to think about.
He gives a little snort before looking out into the dreamscape, turning his back to the other. A hand raising up in the air as the smoke that drifts off his body swirls around him.]
I'll think on it a few days. Tired of having people poke and prod at me without being able to find a solution.
But some brat once told me that if I don't seek help I won't find it waiting for me in a convenient place.
I'll be in touch.
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That sounds fine. Take all the time you need to think about it! You know where to find me when you're ready. And...thank you, for letting me help. I promise I won't let you down.