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moneyballer) wrote2016-08-01 12:04 pm
moneyballer) wrote2016-08-01 12:04 pm
IC CONTACT;
username: I CAN B UR DADDY | ✉ ☏ 📷 |
[Halfway through the third ring, Jin realizes that this isn't going to work.
He barely knows Asher. He barely knows anyone in Oska, past pleasantries, and none of them know how to leave: they're all trapped indefinitely, and they'll all tell him the same damn thing about being stuck doing some shadowy organization's bidding. Even Asher, who'd helped him the other day, even flipped through a bunch of useless library books with him for what'd seemed like ages, can't do anything to help. Not really. He's a few years short of what his real age is, and with what memory of that time he has blurred as heavily as it is, the light at the end of the tunnel's dimmer than it's ever been.
So why the hell is he even trying to reach out?
Without waiting for Asher to pick his phone up, Jin hangs up. He'll deal alone, like he always does.]
He barely knows Asher. He barely knows anyone in Oska, past pleasantries, and none of them know how to leave: they're all trapped indefinitely, and they'll all tell him the same damn thing about being stuck doing some shadowy organization's bidding. Even Asher, who'd helped him the other day, even flipped through a bunch of useless library books with him for what'd seemed like ages, can't do anything to help. Not really. He's a few years short of what his real age is, and with what memory of that time he has blurred as heavily as it is, the light at the end of the tunnel's dimmer than it's ever been.
So why the hell is he even trying to reach out?
Without waiting for Asher to pick his phone up, Jin hangs up. He'll deal alone, like he always does.]
Hello?
[Asher picks up the call, only to realize that it's been dropped already.
His face wrinkles perplexedly, and he checks to see who it's from....]
[Asher picks up the call, only to realize that it's been dropped already.
His face wrinkles perplexedly, and he checks to see who it's from....]
Edited 2016-09-06 06:22 (UTC)
[ so, he's been scourging the directory and guess what he found!!!!
You're not my real dad.
[ this is probably only funny to him. ]
You're not my real dad.
[ this is probably only funny to him. ]
Edited (got too excited) 2016-09-07 20:24 (UTC)
[The username reads: LOKI.
Weird. Then again, a lot of weird shit has been happening lately.]
but i've never gotten anyone pregnant
[Right?]
Weird. Then again, a lot of weird shit has been happening lately.]
but i've never gotten anyone pregnant
[Right?]
[(following this hot mess)
The magitek's functions are based upon on thought, which makes this much, much easier.
Jin's call is a video, but there's not much to see when Jin is shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the thin strips of moonlight that filter through the panels of the wooden building that he's leaning back against. His breaths are shallow and quick, and he wonders, mind straining (stay awake stay awake stay awake, don't lose consciousness, what if you don't come back from it, Jin?), if maybe text wouldn't have been better, but it's too late for that now. He never thought about how he'd have looked, the blood his hair together, sticking loose strands of his hair to his face.
Get help, he tries, weakly. But he can't seem to summon all of the words at once.] Ghh.
[Well. That didn't work.
The feed wavers as it switches to text, and Jin's blood, beginning to seep into the ground, catches the light of the moon for just a moment. ]
barn outside town
koltira
help
The magitek's functions are based upon on thought, which makes this much, much easier.
Jin's call is a video, but there's not much to see when Jin is shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the thin strips of moonlight that filter through the panels of the wooden building that he's leaning back against. His breaths are shallow and quick, and he wonders, mind straining (stay awake stay awake stay awake, don't lose consciousness, what if you don't come back from it, Jin?), if maybe text wouldn't have been better, but it's too late for that now. He never thought about how he'd have looked, the blood his hair together, sticking loose strands of his hair to his face.
Get help, he tries, weakly. But he can't seem to summon all of the words at once.] Ghh.
[Well. That didn't work.
The feed wavers as it switches to text, and Jin's blood, beginning to seep into the ground, catches the light of the moon for just a moment. ]
barn outside town
koltira
help
[ So now the sassy robot is involved. He tried to return the message to Jin, and of course, no response. He wasn't really sure he expected one anyway, as he now immediately sends a message to Asher. ]
I received a distressing call from Jin. What is wrong?
I received a distressing call from Jin. What is wrong?
[Everything.]
He needs a healer.
I've tried a few numbers and they didn't pick up. Are you-
[One of those?]
Where are you?
He needs a healer.
I've tried a few numbers and they didn't pick up. Are you-
[One of those?]
Where are you?
Hey, there!
[Remember this (extremely congenial-sounding) asshole?]
How are you today?
[Remember this (extremely congenial-sounding) asshole?]
How are you today?
Hey.
[Asher recognizes the username as one of the teammates he'd spoken to on the network. Color him surprised, he didn't expect a call so soon.]
Um, okay I guess.
Why?
[Asher recognizes the username as one of the teammates he'd spoken to on the network. Color him surprised, he didn't expect a call so soon.]
Um, okay I guess.
Why?
[FOLLOWING THIS SHITSHOW:]
Yes, for the third time, the Lao who is my cousin is that Kung Lao, and I wouldn't put it past Johnny to have made himself and his then-girlfriend and his then-girlfriend's best friend the main characters.
[he's not still bitter about kung lao's barely 10 minutes of screentime, 3 of which were dying, compared to liu kang's 35 or so
why would you ever think that]
And I'm not 'from Mortal Kombat', that's the name of the tournament and the name of the movie. I assume that's the name of the video game in your world, too. I'm very much real, unless I imagined the last twenty-odd years of being alive.
Yes, for the third time, the Lao who is my cousin is that Kung Lao, and I wouldn't put it past Johnny to have made himself and his then-girlfriend and his then-girlfriend's best friend the main characters.
[he's not still bitter about kung lao's barely 10 minutes of screentime, 3 of which were dying, compared to liu kang's 35 or so
why would you ever think that]
And I'm not 'from Mortal Kombat', that's the name of the tournament and the name of the movie. I assume that's the name of the video game in your world, too. I'm very much real, unless I imagined the last twenty-odd years of being alive.
Oh my god.
[Spoken with an air of realization.]
That's why you're so jacked.
[Spoken with an air of realization.]
That's why you're so jacked.
text; un: chihiro (take this as being around, say, 3AM Oska time)
onethousen
2017-01-19 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Asher, are you awake right now?
[Asher shifts around in his bed uncomfortably, the light from his Magitek screen brightening under the sheets. It takes him a minute to get to it, mostly because he's sure as hell that if anyone's contacting him at this hour, it's going to be important.]
Yeah, I am.
Why? What's up?
Yeah, I am.
Why? What's up?
Nevermind...? You mean Sonia?
[oh bitch wtf
that's sweet as hell]
Sure. What's up?
[oh bitch wtf
that's sweet as hell]
Sure. What's up?
[after this!!
Jin's still fuming after that conversation with Kaz, so there's a very definite note of irritation in his voice when he calls Asher in, presumably, the middle of the day.]
You need to tell your friend to watch her back, Asher.
Jin's still fuming after that conversation with Kaz, so there's a very definite note of irritation in his voice when he calls Asher in, presumably, the middle of the day.]
You need to tell your friend to watch her back, Asher.
Edited 2017-02-02 20:14 (UTC)
[He's gonna... Pretend. That he wasn't stalking that conversation butt ok.
(2 incredibly hot people trading sassy remarks??? that should honestly b a porn category)]
You mean Nami?
Awwwww. She's my girl!
[this is so precious i want 2 die]
What happened, dude?
(2 incredibly hot people trading sassy remarks??? that should honestly b a porn category)]
You mean Nami?
Awwwww. She's my girl!
[this is so precious i want 2 die]
What happened, dude?
yo yo yoooooo
um, sorry i can't rly talk right now with my voice n all
did u need something?
um, sorry i can't rly talk right now with my voice n all
did u need something?
[A couple of hours after seeing a certain something on the network. It took him a while to work up the nerve to do this.]
You have a boyfriend?
You have a boyfriend?
[It takes almost just as much nerve on his end to reply back, because he doesn't know where Oliver stands on this.
Oliver is from the world that made Asher doubt himself in the first place. He hasn't been all that bad so far, seeing as their last tiff was over a silly misunderstanding.]
Yeah, I do.
[A pause.]
Funny, huh?
Oliver is from the world that made Asher doubt himself in the first place. He hasn't been all that bad so far, seeing as their last tiff was over a silly misunderstanding.]
Yeah, I do.
[A pause.]
Funny, huh?
[It's literally 3 in the goddamn morning.
He's charging and can't move.
He also has enough shame to not show his face.]
is that honestly what they look like
He's charging and can't move.
He also has enough shame to not show his face.]
is that honestly what they look like
[ The visit happens later in the evening, not that it matters anymore — almost everything has shutdown by this point, and the time only exists to tell the difference between when they can sleep and when they can't. Aqua's out, scavenging for the last of their foods, and Lucina just came back from snooping for more information at her "work". The text from Asher is a nice change of pace, because while text check-ins ease most of her worries there's still...
She'll never quite get used to it, the idea that letters can be sent instantaneously, that check-ins can happen without seeing someone's face.
For once, she's in casual clothes when she opens the door — a t-shirt and some stupidly bright-colored leggings that she found in some bargain bin sale somewhere. Her hair is tied up, but despite how comfortable she looks she probably looks more at home in her usual armor. ] Asher.
[ Not that any of that matters, especially when her friend comes knocking. There's a smile on her face, one tinged with relief when it's obvious he's... physically fine. ] Come in. [ A step to the side, and then a glance into the hallway before she shuts the door behind the two of them. ]
She'll never quite get used to it, the idea that letters can be sent instantaneously, that check-ins can happen without seeing someone's face.
For once, she's in casual clothes when she opens the door — a t-shirt and some stupidly bright-colored leggings that she found in some bargain bin sale somewhere. Her hair is tied up, but despite how comfortable she looks she probably looks more at home in her usual armor. ] Asher.
[ Not that any of that matters, especially when her friend comes knocking. There's a smile on her face, one tinged with relief when it's obvious he's... physically fine. ] Come in. [ A step to the side, and then a glance into the hallway before she shuts the door behind the two of them. ]
[He is fine, physically, technically.
The bags under his eyes tell a different story.]
Hey.
[The answer is short, devoid of energy.
It takes everything he has left for him to smile.
Asher steps inside.]
It's good to see ya.
The bags under his eyes tell a different story.]
Hey.
[The answer is short, devoid of energy.
It takes everything he has left for him to smile.
Asher steps inside.]
It's good to see ya.
[He had actually gone back to sleep, but, ultimately, it was the movement that'd woken him up all over again. (And the sudden absence of warmth in the bed, too.)
By the time that Asher's returned from the bathroom, he's propped up on an elbow, scrubbing away almost childishly at the sleep that clings to his eyes. He can't fall asleep again, so he may as well commit. Particularly now that he's gotten a good sense for when something is feeling off.]
You ok?
[Gods, he's still only half conscious, though.]
By the time that Asher's returned from the bathroom, he's propped up on an elbow, scrubbing away almost childishly at the sleep that clings to his eyes. He can't fall asleep again, so he may as well commit. Particularly now that he's gotten a good sense for when something is feeling off.]
You ok?
[Gods, he's still only half conscious, though.]
[Asher immediately slides in bed next to other young man, wasting no time.
A hand goes to cup Jin's cheek immediately, thumb stroking the warm skin softly, as if to calm him.]
Yeah, I'm good.
[Agh, he's an idiot.
Jin needs all the sleep he can get.]
Did I wake you up? Fuck.
I'm sorry.
A hand goes to cup Jin's cheek immediately, thumb stroking the warm skin softly, as if to calm him.]
Yeah, I'm good.
[Agh, he's an idiot.
Jin needs all the sleep he can get.]
Did I wake you up? Fuck.
I'm sorry.
Edited 2017-03-06 06:17 (UTC)
nothin actually! got no consoles up in here
why lmao? u ok bro?
why lmao? u ok bro?
[He actually manages to keep his problems to himself for days after Achilles announces Patroclus' death, but it still doesn't sit right with him, and he still isn't sure what he should do. He's not sure he should be going to Asher for advice. It's not like Asher knows him like he remembers. But there's no one else.
In the end he feels like he had to say something to someone. He can't keep being upset and not even knowing what he's going to do about the situation.]
Can I talk to you?
In the end he feels like he had to say something to someone. He can't keep being upset and not even knowing what he's going to do about the situation.]
Can I talk to you?
[Asher, on the other hand, has been incredibly busy.
It's been a sobering couple of days, surrounded by grief, misery, and a reminder that time spent being alive is not to be wasted. He had agreed to be part of the mourning party, specifically, to help carry the body, and has been doing his best to help make arrangements where he can.
Oliver's text is actually a welcome distraction from all the sadness, although he can't say he expected to receive it. After staring at his device to ensure that this message isn't a thing of his rather lucid imagination, the 1L just assumes that it may concern mortality. Death, in this respect, is not quite a thing they're used to.
Or at least, not yet.]
yeah fo sho my brotha from anotha motha
[As if to lighten the mood, Asher tries to be a little more whimsical with his vocabulary.]
WAAASSSSUUUUP
lol
[Nailed it.]
It's been a sobering couple of days, surrounded by grief, misery, and a reminder that time spent being alive is not to be wasted. He had agreed to be part of the mourning party, specifically, to help carry the body, and has been doing his best to help make arrangements where he can.
Oliver's text is actually a welcome distraction from all the sadness, although he can't say he expected to receive it. After staring at his device to ensure that this message isn't a thing of his rather lucid imagination, the 1L just assumes that it may concern mortality. Death, in this respect, is not quite a thing they're used to.
Or at least, not yet.]
yeah fo sho my brotha from anotha motha
[As if to lighten the mood, Asher tries to be a little more whimsical with his vocabulary.]
WAAASSSSUUUUP
lol
[Nailed it.]
Edited 2017-03-17 17:17 (UTC)
Hey, Asher. Just wanted to reach out and tell you something before I forget.
[Since, knowing himself, he'll only remember to reach out to Asher like...two months later. He's not quite the best with remembering social responsibilities.]
Thanks. For the information you gave me in Woodhurst. It was rather helpful.
[Since, knowing himself, he'll only remember to reach out to Asher like...two months later. He's not quite the best with remembering social responsibilities.]
Thanks. For the information you gave me in Woodhurst. It was rather helpful.
Hold up, hold up, hold up.
[cue vague gesturing rustle sounds]
I called you in February, bruh.
Did you really just wait a month to thank me?
[cue vague gesturing rustle sounds]
I called you in February, bruh.
Did you really just wait a month to thank me?
Asher, I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind. There's been some stuff going on that I need your advice on.
Edited 2017-04-17 01:06 (UTC)
AYYYY BUDDY
sorry 4 the wait! i didn't mean 2 b ghostin u or nothin, i was just on another mishy mish lol
[He means mission.]
what's up?
sorry 4 the wait! i didn't mean 2 b ghostin u or nothin, i was just on another mishy mish lol
[He means mission.]
what's up?
Un momento when you have time?
[ What is this Spanglish ]
I was wondering, as you never replied properly before, [ Yeah this is his fault... fo sho ] do you need certain qualifications or stats to become a sugar daddy? Do you have to be a man or are there sugar mamas as well? There was a singer that made me curious: Nikki Minaj?
[ NOT THE SAME THING... ]
[ What is this Spanglish ]
I was wondering, as you never replied properly before, [ Yeah this is his fault... fo sho ] do you need certain qualifications or stats to become a sugar daddy? Do you have to be a man or are there sugar mamas as well? There was a singer that made me curious: Nikki Minaj?
[ NOT THE SAME THING... ]
[After having discussed the situation with Keats and coming to understand Asher's questioning as simple paranoia (rude paranoia, in Mettaton's estimation, but worry is worry, he supposes), a lot of the anger Mettaton was feeling has simmered away. That wasn't the kindest impression to leave on a friend of his... person-he-is-dating, now was it?
So! While he's in the kitchen making gifts for the friends kind enough to come to his party a few weeks ago, Mettaton takes it upon himself to bake one more cake.
Outside of Asher's hotel room, he'll find a small chocolate cake with the words "Sorry I Yelled - MTT," written atop it in flowing gold frosting.
...despite having put the least amount of effort into this one, this cake somehow came out tasting the best out of all the ones he made. Probably because of how simple it is.]
So! While he's in the kitchen making gifts for the friends kind enough to come to his party a few weeks ago, Mettaton takes it upon himself to bake one more cake.
Outside of Asher's hotel room, he'll find a small chocolate cake with the words "Sorry I Yelled - MTT," written atop it in flowing gold frosting.
...despite having put the least amount of effort into this one, this cake somehow came out tasting the best out of all the ones he made. Probably because of how simple it is.]
Edited 2017-04-22 23:32 (UTC)
[Asher decides to make a phone call, because a text feels too impersonal.]
Hey.
[He's speaking softly, but the Magitek is so close to his face that he sounds a tad louder than he actually should.]
Thanks for the cake, dude. I really appreciate it.
[There's a noise of some sort, almost as though he's fidgeting.]
I still kinda wanted to talk to you though, if that's okay. You busy?
Hey.
[He's speaking softly, but the Magitek is so close to his face that he sounds a tad louder than he actually should.]
Thanks for the cake, dude. I really appreciate it.
[There's a noise of some sort, almost as though he's fidgeting.]
I still kinda wanted to talk to you though, if that's okay. You busy?
[GUESS WHO SOUNDS REAL ANNOYED it's Keats. Sorry, he didn't even know about Mettaton making an an apology cake. He's just mad on his own.]
What the hell is wrong with you?!
What the hell is wrong with you?!
[it's fine he somewhat expected this]
I dunno, man.
[He sounds reluctant??? 2 have this conversation keats plz]
I messed up.
I dunno, man.
[He sounds reluctant??? 2 have this conversation keats plz]
I messed up.
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