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prismatica2020-03-09 12:47 am
reposing) wrote in prismatica2020-03-09 12:47 am
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Well, considering the unusual flow of time, I thought it was relevant to speak of this now.
I was wondering how many of you are familiar with the concept of alternative timelines and realities. Merely for a pure discussion standpoint, or if you had a curiosity without really any understanding of it.
I suppose in my way, it's to clear my mind. Sort it out and such.
I was wondering how many of you are familiar with the concept of alternative timelines and realities. Merely for a pure discussion standpoint, or if you had a curiosity without really any understanding of it.
I suppose in my way, it's to clear my mind. Sort it out and such.
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I fell. Star caught me, but I went to the.
It just scraped some skin, so I went for a bandage. I'm okay.
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I think company besides Star might be good.
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[His silence here is long, like he got distracted for a minute.]
Maybe you can help me get my bike home?
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Wait.
Not the hospital hospital. The walk-in. Clinic. I'm at the clinic. Getting a bandage.
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He's already in the back getting patched up by the time that Alucard arrives, but the receptionist is pleasant enough and, if asked, will afford a bit more detail about what brought "that handsome young man" in today in the first place. Something about falling off his motorcycle (she seems to find the word odd, like it's foreign to her, but that's what the intake told her so that's what she dutifully put down), but after observing him a bit in the waiting room, they decided to check for a head injury, too.
He'd had symptoms, obviously. The "talking to empty air as though something were actually sitting next to him" bit was a fairly big tell.
Still, she observes, it probably won't be too much longer, if he'd like to make himself comfortable and wait. There are magazines!]
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How are you feeling? Aside from your injuries.
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For his own part, Jotaro just looks a little haggard and disoriented, but otherwise basically in one piece. Of course, it's not really the physical that's bothering him, either.
Which is why he waits until the staff steps out of the room and they're alone for a minute before answering — he'll conceal things from the doctors, but he's loath to lie to Alucard.]
I told them I took a turn too fast. Turned too hard and skidded out.
[He closes his eyes, sighing.]
It wasn't. I was riding and time — everything got slow, and then I couldn't tell if anything was even moving.
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Adrian settles by him, reaching out to cup his cheek in a hand.]
I'm sorry. I should have realized sooner that this was a possibility.
It isn't unreasonable to still be haunted even to this day, Jojo.
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[But he leans into the hand almost automatically, holding to the connection like a lifeline. The spark of chroma that follows is more soothing than invigorating; it just warms him a little, helping to ground him.]
I don't get it. I — we killed him again. It's over. I'm...I'm happy.
[His lips tighten, and his brow furrows — his only two visible hints of quiet frustration.]
So why does it keep coming back? Some stupid thing sets me off and I just...it's like I'm right back there all over again.
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[His thumb rolls over Jotaro's cheek as Alucard gazes at him fondly.]
It either takes me back to the night of when Mother died, or when we were forced to kill Father. Don't tell me that it is different. What you went through was no less traumatizing. You lost people you cared for. Nearly died for it.
Victorious as we were, happy as we are now, there will be ways we will still be haunted. I just... find it easier to be with someone than dealing with it on my own. The day Trevor and Sypha left to go on their journey, I went back into the castle and wept. Doing that alone was miserable.
I want to be here for you. [In the way no one was there for Alucard.]
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[It's strange, almost, to hear Alucard say it. It's terrible to think about, the way that he describes it, but also...
The feeling he's describing is so familiar, so real. Except that there hadn't been any time to cry, even if he'd wanted to. He remembers how it'd felt, even in the simulation — that even after Dio was dead, he wasn't done, and the night just stretched on and on and demanded he keep up with it. And then he'd wound up here, and it'd continued, and then he'd been up on the rooftop smoking...
Could he have cried by then, even if he'd tried to? The urge to weep feels like a hot and overpowering thing, a pressure inside that begs for release. He doesn't remember feeling like that.
He just remembers feeling empty.]
...I...should've called sooner. It wasn't anything to do with you. I just thought...I could just handle it.
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[His hand lowers so that he can take Jotaro's, gently squeezing. Wanting desperately to be useful.]
I know. I'm also quite terrible at asking for help when I truly need it. [Alucard smiles crookedly.] I understand where you're coming from, Jojo. I'm simply glad to be here with you, as I hope you are also relieved.
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[Abbacchio had it right. That's really the telling piece, isn't it? Kakyoin was that way, too. It's that feeling when you're close to someone...and it's like the world just snaps into focus.]
Can we get out of here? I hate the smell of hospitals. I would've been out sooner but they keep checking my pupils and making me say the alphabet backwards. And asking me if I hit my head.
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[And he means that entirely. The more time he spends with Jotaro, the more he feels deeply for him.]
Of course. Were you talking to Star? They probably couldn't see him.
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[THE LIGHTBULB, IT GOES OFF.]
That. Would explain a lot.
[He starts to ease himself up to his feet, going slow and favoring his unbandaged leg while he tests out the strength of the road-burned one.]
You know, if... [He hesitates, sounding like he's working up to another confession.] If this time bullshit — you know how it's making people age, too? That happened to me once. Back home. Some bastard turned me back into a little kid.
...It made me lose Star. I didn't have him back then.
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So what you're saying is if it affects you, Star won't be available.
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[He tests his leg out again, making a face as it stings when he tries to bend it. It's stupid, really; he's been hurt a lot, lot worse, and stayed standing.
But then he looks at Alucard and thinks to himself, just briefly: just because he can doesn't necessarily mean he should have to. Does it?]
...Might be faster if you carried me.
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[Gently, he scoops Jotaro into his arms, like he's a princess. He lays a kiss to his brow and takes the two of them out of the clinic.]
Regardless of what happens... even if you forget me. I'll be with you. Is that all right?
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[He is 6'5" and if every single doctor in this clinic didn't already suspect he is all hells of whipped for his amazing boyfriend THEY WOULD SURE FIGURE IT OUT RIGHT NOW.]
...Shit, I didn't even think — fuck. I don't want to forget you.
[All of a sudden, this prospect casts an upsettingly dark shadow over what was already kind of a shitty day.]
I don't want to forget...
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[A perpetual concern that he has actually. Forgetting.]
It'll be all right. I'll do what I can to remind you, if it happens. But for now, we'll take it moment by moment.
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[He thinks hard a minute, before closing his eyes and sighing.]
Tell me, "Godzilla says to listen". Okay? That'll — that should do it.
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[that sounds. fake??]
All right. I believe you.
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[GOD HE'S REALLY GOING TO HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS RIGHT NOW ISN'T HE. goodbye forever, street cred.]
I never told his name to anybody. Except, like, my mom. Jiji. People who had the right to know stuff about me.
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