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[A/N: Backdated to the day after the Quirks Flood ended.]
[Something's...not right.
Everything was empty, quiet, for days, and looking back that had really been the weird thing, but once the flood wore off it all started to creep back. Flooded, really, inch by inch like a hole in the bottom of a barrel, nagging, prodding, filling the emptiness with words and noise until everything's too bright, too sharp, too everything, and he closes his eyes to try to escape it but it follows him there too.
They're watching. Just waiting for you to slip up, make a mistake, and you WILL. You always do. They KNOW. HE knows. He can see everything, remember?
Little by little, drop by drop, over years, it had been tolerable, barely noticed until it was too late to remember anything else anyway, but all at once, like this, it's more than he can handle, especially after it had all been taken away long enough for him to get used to its absence. It's a fleeting memory, but he still remembers the quiet, and that, above all, is what he wants right now, even if only a little piece of it, for a little while.]
[PUBLIC - audio]
[It's an accident, the first time he flips the feed on, a coincidence of fingers and a need for something tangible, and while there's no image to accompany it, the voice is recognizable, although...uneasy, bordering on anxious.]
Just...stop.
[The feed cuts out as suddenly as it started.]
[PRIVATE to Castiel - audio]
Stop looking. I'm not doing anything.
[PRIVATE to Lua - audio]
You holding at all? I need...something.
...Stop the planet of the apes, I wanna get off.
[Something's...not right.
Everything was empty, quiet, for days, and looking back that had really been the weird thing, but once the flood wore off it all started to creep back. Flooded, really, inch by inch like a hole in the bottom of a barrel, nagging, prodding, filling the emptiness with words and noise until everything's too bright, too sharp, too everything, and he closes his eyes to try to escape it but it follows him there too.
They're watching. Just waiting for you to slip up, make a mistake, and you WILL. You always do. They KNOW. HE knows. He can see everything, remember?
Little by little, drop by drop, over years, it had been tolerable, barely noticed until it was too late to remember anything else anyway, but all at once, like this, it's more than he can handle, especially after it had all been taken away long enough for him to get used to its absence. It's a fleeting memory, but he still remembers the quiet, and that, above all, is what he wants right now, even if only a little piece of it, for a little while.]
[PUBLIC - audio]
[It's an accident, the first time he flips the feed on, a coincidence of fingers and a need for something tangible, and while there's no image to accompany it, the voice is recognizable, although...uneasy, bordering on anxious.]
Just...stop.
[The feed cuts out as suddenly as it started.]
[PRIVATE to Castiel - audio]
Stop looking. I'm not doing anything.
[PRIVATE to Lua - audio]
You holding at all? I need...something.
...Stop the planet of the apes, I wanna get off.
action
Date: 2012-05-06 06:06 pm (UTC)[A pause as he thinks over Cas' words, then:]
You just want me to graduate. So you can get your deal.
Re: action
Date: 2012-05-06 08:30 pm (UTC)What's important to me is that there are more better people in the world.
action
Date: 2012-05-06 10:05 pm (UTC)But there aren't. Everybody wants something, they're all out for themselves. They're always watching, waiting for the mistake or the wrong move or the thing to take advantage of. The opening so they can chew you up and spit you out. Or eat your soul. There aren't any better people.
Re: action
Date: 2012-05-06 10:27 pm (UTC)That's not true. There are some people who will draw themselves to the mud to make others happy. Some that will toss themselves into the very Pits for another. Others that will accept apologies for the worst acts.
I'm just... sorry you don't know those people. There's nothing better than to have them in your life.
action
Date: 2012-05-07 01:30 am (UTC)...Seth's like that. But that's different, he's my brother. That's what you do.
Re: action
Date: 2012-05-07 03:33 am (UTC)[The similarity almost hurts him, deep in his chest.]
That's noble of him. Family is the most powerful thing you can have.
action
Date: 2012-05-07 03:41 pm (UTC)Re: action
Date: 2012-05-07 09:42 pm (UTC)action
Date: 2012-05-08 02:40 am (UTC)He's not fucking here. He doesn't even remember. [And THAT comes out downright miserable.]
Re: action
Date: 2012-05-08 02:42 am (UTC)action
Date: 2012-05-08 03:03 pm (UTC)Re: action
Date: 2012-05-08 03:22 pm (UTC)action
Date: 2012-05-08 04:06 pm (UTC)[What's that got to do with anything?]
Re: action
Date: 2012-05-08 04:20 pm (UTC)action
Date: 2012-05-08 05:39 pm (UTC)Re: action
Date: 2012-05-09 11:09 am (UTC)There is a chance he might still be alive.
action
Date: 2012-05-09 03:33 pm (UTC)Re: action
Date: 2012-05-10 11:32 am (UTC)There is the question of alternate universes. This dead Seth might not have been your Seth.
action
Date: 2012-05-10 01:07 pm (UTC)[As long as he's dead it means he might come back. If he's alive...that can't happen. As sick as it sounds, Richie NEEDS him to be dead; he's long been resigned to the fact that he's stuck here, and an eternity without his brother is unthinkable.]
Re: action
Date: 2012-05-10 10:52 pm (UTC)