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undergrounds2015-08-15 08:20 am
alethiological) wrote in undergrounds2015-08-15 08:20 am
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August Free Post; I'm on a Carr kick I'm sorry
[A; Till Jet Lag Do Us Part]
It's just one of the usual boring evenings on the stations, waiting for your train to arrive. The usual terrible conditions, unhelpful staff, and random hobos sleeping on the benches. Or random tourists passed out from jet lag waiting for the train. Maybe you're one of those people nice enough to stop someone from stealing a suitcase. More likely, you're the one stealing it.
In any case, you're immediately treated to the siren sounds of accented swears and the person you are hypothetically trying to rob glaring at you. Gold eyes are suitibly intense for that. "What time is it?"
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[B; Behind the Crimson Blinds]
Hillingdon is known for many things, mostly the fact everyone in it is crazy, or assholes, or both. What is less known is that, like any proper association of crazy assholes, they keep records. Kills, assignments, random receipts, half-finished letters. A pit of madness no sane person would enter of their own free will. Said Will can be found in the pit of madness, surrounded by piles of organized papers and flipping through another one with the ease of a mindless drone.
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[C; And So To (Almost) Murder - first come, only served]
Later in the month, Lewisham is now a safe haven to the Fae. Which is a total load of nonsense, who leaves overseas for a month just to come back to their claimed No Man's Land being filled with a bunch of flighty, irresponsible monsters? They don't even have the decency to be subtle about it. Which is surprising, considering how subtle the takeover itself was.
Someone else masterminded it, obviously. Getting a name is easy. All that needs to be done is follow protocol: get one of the abominations to confess, remove the sin as is required, track down the one responsible and Fix It. It's just another in a myriad series of mistakes, and Our Purpose is to fix mistakes.
The only thing you hear is a sharp shout, cut off far too fast, but no one minds one person missing. Unless you do, which means you find one (count, 1) Fae held out swordpoint by one (count, 1) psychopath, bright gold eyes and black roiling smog. It also means you get immediately glared at because, honestly now, who interrupts an Equalizing. Rude much.
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[D; Wildcard]
> insert words receive subpar tags
((apologies for slowtags for aforementioned reasons))
It's just one of the usual boring evenings on the stations, waiting for your train to arrive. The usual terrible conditions, unhelpful staff, and random hobos sleeping on the benches. Or random tourists passed out from jet lag waiting for the train. Maybe you're one of those people nice enough to stop someone from stealing a suitcase. More likely, you're the one stealing it.
In any case, you're immediately treated to the siren sounds of accented swears and the person you are hypothetically trying to rob glaring at you. Gold eyes are suitibly intense for that. "What time is it?"
---
[B; Behind the Crimson Blinds]
Hillingdon is known for many things, mostly the fact everyone in it is crazy, or assholes, or both. What is less known is that, like any proper association of crazy assholes, they keep records. Kills, assignments, random receipts, half-finished letters. A pit of madness no sane person would enter of their own free will. Said Will can be found in the pit of madness, surrounded by piles of organized papers and flipping through another one with the ease of a mindless drone.
---
[C; And So To (Almost) Murder - first come, only served]
Later in the month, Lewisham is now a safe haven to the Fae. Which is a total load of nonsense, who leaves overseas for a month just to come back to their claimed No Man's Land being filled with a bunch of flighty, irresponsible monsters? They don't even have the decency to be subtle about it. Which is surprising, considering how subtle the takeover itself was.
Someone else masterminded it, obviously. Getting a name is easy. All that needs to be done is follow protocol: get one of the abominations to confess, remove the sin as is required, track down the one responsible and Fix It. It's just another in a myriad series of mistakes, and Our Purpose is to fix mistakes.
The only thing you hear is a sharp shout, cut off far too fast, but no one minds one person missing. Unless you do, which means you find one (count, 1) Fae held out swordpoint by one (count, 1) psychopath, bright gold eyes and black roiling smog. It also means you get immediately glared at because, honestly now, who interrupts an Equalizing. Rude much.
---
[D; Wildcard]
> insert words receive subpar tags
((apologies for slowtags for aforementioned reasons))
idk but you really walked into that one
"But your logic is bad," and naturally the pot continues to call the kettle black, because it's not hypocrisy if nobody brings it up. "Keeping track of the date isn't the same as waiting for a shift to end. How are you supposed to know which days you have to show up for otherwise?"
There's a single, innocent moment after her question where nothing hurts and everything is fine.
It's promptly ruined when Aradia remembers the stupid hours she's seen him keep over the months they've been friends, and this time she's not quick enough to block out the muted feeling of kicking herself in the mental shins before it takes hold. "... Whatever. Your logic's still dumb if you seriously think that was a week."
You're killing me here
-But she's not really questioning them, it's his stupid logic she's nitpicking. It's the usual thing Aradias do where they lambast his life choices because That's What Megi-do. Ignore the pun, that's all the narrator's fault, what a jerk, that's not the important part.
The important part is the justification clicks into place, a heartbeat's switch of finding a loophole in so short a time, only those looking for it would catch on. Ignore the fact that even that itself counts as an answer. Or maybe a hint.
"More like we're not supposed to leave."
... Well.
"But you're right. Whatever. My perception of time went off," again a bit deadpanned, but that's not weird. The weird part is admitting she's right in the first place. "You win the house prize, which is nothing."
Or not.
i cant think of any puns this early in the morning but jfc this took me three weeks this isnt bueno
The narration has encountered a slight but noticeable problem. That problem is Aradia being far too out of sorts to realize why Will let the argument go so easily, while simultaneously being coherent enough to catch onto it being A Problem in the first place - landmines aren't worth dodging in the face of stupid like this, after all, why would those ever be relevant. The very idea is absurd. Shame on you for thinking this would ever make sense.
What all of that actually translates into is more confusion and a half-hearted squint. The snap felt uncomfortable-familiar that time, but it's quickly chalked up to the differences his absence left behind instead of something useful, even if that doesn't sit quite right the longer she thinks about it. Eugh. "It's still pretty ridiculous, but... I guess it's okay? Maybe leave notes or something next time, though. That way I'm at least warned about stupid absences instead of... whatever."
Aradia neglects to press her accidental advantage, instead trailing off into stilted acceptance, the blank half-eaten static seeping back into her thoughts. But for the first time since her unfortunate brawl, she's managed to forget her own problems long enough to pull herself together a bit. So even with the missed hints, maybe they both win-
"... wait, if the house prize is nothing, why does it even count."
Or maybe nobody wins. That works too.