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Thread: Twin Reflections (SaynotoZydrate and sevenpercentsolution)

There was little else Nuada could possibly need, and with his sister's hand in his, there was nothing but her. When they touched, there was a sense of - completion it was the feeling that he was finally whole after being only a broken shard for far too long. As very young children, they had shared a close connection that had kept them together at all times and when they had been apart, Nuada had communicated with his sister through their shared telepathy, had soothed her to sleep on nights where she was troubled. But age and time and the years of becoming jaded had made them blossom into two very unique beings their connection was as strong as ever but their differences were palpable. They hadn't grown distant or even grown apart, but their lives had merely forced them to journey away from eachother, and as much as it had pained Nuada, he had frequently reminded himself of the greater good and had dedicated himself to his cause - rid the world of the disease that was ravaging it. Destroy the humans, save and restore the suffering and dying planet. Kissing her fingers, he could feel her heart - it was as though it was in his chest instead of hers, and he could hear the change in her breathing, feel the heat in her face without needing to touch it. He awoke something in her just as she did to him. Still, Nuada said nothing he simply watched her, yellow eyes boring into her, absorbing her. With no words, he still managed to communicate to her I have missed you. Finally, he released Nuala's hand as she began to step back and he dropped his own to his sides, giving her one final study before turning away again. Twins. Nuada repeated thoughtfully, and then added with a dark, airy sort of humour, I do hope the planet is prepared. And he moved away without another word, taking his place up against the wall to resume his meditation.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine Buck suddenly wasn't sure whether he was charmed or frightened by this guy. He was handsome, sure - something about his face was just tragic, though, and he lifted an eyebrow of his own as Billy took the handkerchief from him. That's what Penny had stayed to fix, wasn't it? She didn't have any powers, wasn't interested in pursuing a life of righteous crime-fighting or gallant battles. She wanted to work and create petitions and find new, cheap soup recipes for the kitchen down the corner. It was certainly something he respected and something that he understood, in part. He felt bad for this world, too. Lucky, as the Magnetic Marvel, he was able to do a little more about it than hand a sandwich to a homeless person. You shouldn't downplay what she did, he had thought a few times before. She worked hard, and she didn't have the .. talents that you do. Just because you lost touch with her.. it's not her fault you weren't there for you when she needed you. Of course, just because he had super powers didn't mean he had mastered them. Sure, he was able to make cars move, if he concentrated very hard. Had lifted a bus once and flung it through the side of a building once when he'd been particularly angry about a demotion at work he'd been fired pretty quickly for that one.. damn security cameras, but he had never been a Superhero - just a normal Hero, watching out for his town. It was going to change here, though, if he could help it. With Hammer gone, LA needed someone new. Someone better - someone who didn't parade around in his Hero clothes. Buck had been reading up. There had been one case of his ability manifesting into full blown psychokinesis, with the potential for more, but the Hero in question had been levitating himself over a particularly deep canyon when he had sneezed and lost his concentration, and even the ability to move things with his mind hadn't really mattered when he'd fallen a thousand feet and gotten a little over-acquainted with the ground. A better death than Bird Girl from Cleveland, of course, who had literally chased a pigeon off the roof and forgotten that she had the ability to fly until it was too late. Los Angeles was bad news, though. The E.L.E. was centralized here for one - it was no wonder that most heroes were afraid to show their masked faces. And then you had poor guys like this one, who jumped and started at the slightest surprise, and the look on Buck's face was most certainly pity as Billy took the kerchief, then stammered and looked away. Um, he said with a slight, crooked smile, I'm not going to rob you or anything. You don't have to get freaked out. His voice was as soothing as he could possibly make it, but unlike Penny, he wasn't well-versed in this comforting others thing.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine Buck had never really had a problem with others growing up. Sure, his red hair had made him stand out a little bit - that and the fact that he was living in a distant cousin's attic and working a job after school for grocery money when he was fifteen. He was teased but never bullied, and it was purely luck that he turned out the way that he did. He grew up with friends. Not best friends, but good friends he never lacked for things to do on Saturday nights, and he learned to love people, wanted to watch out for them. Maybe it was just in his blood. Buck was nineteen and struggling through community college when he first decided that he wanted to be a hero, put on a black mask and stopped a bank robbery, because guns were made of metal and if he concentrated just so , he was able to keep them from firing long enough to get them in the eyes with pepper spray. He had since taken up martial arts, and he had to be honest, he wasn't that great, but a well-placed and meaning kick had saved his ass more than once. But back in the here, now, his eyebrows crooked in almost concern at Billy as he worked at scrubbing the detergent off of his hands. Poor guy. Obviously maladjusted socially, but he seemed to mean well, at least, and without asking, Buck carefully took a seat on the edge of the windowsill, leaning forward and folding his own hands carefully in his lap. Yeah, um. Exploded. I hear it does that, sometimes. He smiled at him, trying not to show any pity he might be feeling in the expression and hoping that Billy would look up in time to actually see it. And.. you're right. Uh. Buck. He started to offer his hand, then remembered the detergent. I just moved here about two weeks ago. Still kinda getting used to the city, you know? And he spoke with the same warmth, the same gentle inflection as his sister. He just happened to have no idea who he was talking to.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine Billy quietly decided that once he got back to his apartment, he was going to research whether redheads had some sort of genetic predisposition to being exceedingly kind, because the caring tone was killing him inside. He could count on one hand how many people he had met in his lifetime that had been as - benevolent - as Buck was. Of course, he wasn't so oblivious that he couldn't recognize the careful, quiet sound of pity. I must look like a lunatic. He probably thinks i'm insane. Of course, then he took a seat next to him - Billy had a personal bubble, and it was currently in terrible danger of being popped by the too-friendly redhead - and then he introduced himself, and Billy's head snapped up so fast that his spine made an unfortunate crunching sound in protest. Finally, Billy was looking at him but it was with a stunned, deer-in-headlights expression now, like his eyes were too big for his head and were currently making a valiant effort to flee the premises. Buck. His name was Buck . Penny. Buck. The heartbeat under the floor was getting louder now - or maybe that was his own heart he was hearing, pulsing in his ears. His voice came out strained as he struggled to speak coherently, feeling vaguely as though he was going to have a heart attack at any given moment, It takes a while to get used to, it's a - um - big city, he said weakly, It makes it easier if you - if you know someone. Do you have any family in the city?
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine Nah, I just moved here from the Midwest, Buck answered with a half-shrug. You're, um, really the only person I've met since I moved here. He leaned back, resting lightly against the windowpane and looking across the laundromat, as if making sure that his laundry wasn't going to be stolen by some gnome that desperately needed his gray socks. I just .. needed a change in my life, you know? There was no reason to tell him about Penny. That was his life, his prerogative, no reason to tell some stranger his life story. So instead, he just smiled, lifting his hand and waving it dismissively. This guy is insane. Look, um, I'm Buckley, actually. I know it's kind of a weird name, but my parents have a kind of sick sense of humor. He hadn't been expecting such a .. well, violent reaction, and he lifted one eyebrow before pushing himself to his feet and rubbing the back of his head. Look, hey, if you're busy, I'm not trying to bother you. You just looked like you could use a handkerchief. He obviously didn't want to leave. There was something charming about Billy's awkwardness, and he hadn't realized until that moment just how much that he had been craving human interaction, especially with someone who seemed at least slightly earnest. Billy seemed skittish, but not like a freak, but Buck wasn't about to force his friendship on anyone. Even with those words, he still.. lingered there, taking another glance across the laundromat as if not sure where else to go and sit. I wonder if he'd be offended if I recommended sedatives.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine He definitely thinks i'm insane. Billy felt his own breath leave his lungs in a sudden whoosh that made him realize he had been holding it in Buck didn't have any family in the city, no mention of anyone past or present, and the knowledge was a welcome relief because he wasn't sure he could take any surprises at that point. Besides, Penny would have mentioned family, wouldn't she? After all, during their conversations in the laundromat, he had tried to get as much information about her as he could - sometimes by plying her with frozen yogurt - because he had wanted to know, had needed to know more about her. Some days, though, she had been reluctant to tell, and from time to time she would point out that he never answered any of her questions, never gave her anything to work with, beyond his opinion on the state of society, politics, or anything that wasn't - personal. You've built this wall up around you. Penny had said, offering one of her shy smiles as she sat on the windowsil, The world's not all bad, Billy - not everyone is going to hurt you. Let someone in, will you? He refocused Buck was getting up from his spot on the windowsil, and Billy suddenly felt a well of panic inside of him - commentary from some distant, badly neglected part of himself that craved human contact. Billy. he blurted out suddenly, I'm - Billy. Buddy. Billy Buddy. My parents liked Melville. I'm named after a murderous orphan - I might have you trumped. He offered a smile - or, something like a smile. It was what a smile would look like if it was being worn by someone who had never actually seen one before - it stayed only on the lower half of his face, separate from the rest of his features and never reaching his eyes or showing teeth. It was a smile with seasonal acute depression. The benefit is that when this gets washed again, the stains will clean it. Billy added lamely, gesturing to the handkerchief, but with his eyes lowered again. You probably should have just let him leave.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine Buck laughed at that. Alright, so he had a sense of humor - and intellect. That was a good thing, he decided, and rare.. but maybe he was still just used to living in the college town, where flocks of girls in mini-dresses used to clumsily stumble from the bar across the street from his loft at three in the morning, shrieking giggles behind splayed fingers and clutching their purses as daintily as they could manage. Kids who had every right to party, to enjoy being young. He just wasn't used to seeing intelligence in a face. There was pain in it, too, though, and that piqued Buck's interest more than he liked to admit. What hurt you? he thought briefly, tilting his head just a few degrees to the side before he took a seat on the windowsill again, crossing his legs as he grinned slightly at the quip about the handkerchief. No, it's okay. I try to keep them on hand. Kind of clumsy, I spill things a lot. And then the conversation plateaued, and he felt a little bit awkward, as if he should say something else, elaborate, expand. Los Angeles seems like a nice place. It feels like someone could really make a difference here, you know? He would, too, he had decided. Not pioneering for the homeless, but not getting statues erected in his likeness, either. The day that statue was unveiled.. how many people could say that they got to see the only living family member they cared about killed on live television? He would have broke Captain Hammer's nose if he could for not protecting her, but Hammer was out of the equation now anyway, and that wasn't a very Heroic thing to do. Not that swearing vengeance was, either, but... .. as long as the ends justified the means, he'd do what he wanted. So, Billy Buddy, Buck said, letting the name roll off of his tongue curiously, have you lived here your whole life?
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine Good idea. Handkerchief - never know when you'll get a unabomber detergent packet. Billy said, only half-focused on the cloth, his hands busily folding the handerchief into a neat little square. He nearly swallowed his tongue at Buck's next words, however blue eyes rolled slowly back up to the other man, peering at him once more, eyebrows lowered in an unreadable expression, but it was something like puzzlement - curiosity. Buck had only been in the city for two weeks and he was already expressing an urge to see change enacted - if it weren't for Billy's aversion to contact or the overwhelming social anxiety, he might have hugged Buck for his simple ability to observe the world around him, something that seemed to have escaped the rest of the population. Slowly, he nodded his agreement. Been here since I was a kid, Billy ventured, It's always been the same. Big cities like this are - they're resistant to change. People get used to things the way they are, they start to think it's normal, they forget that - that there shouldn't be 250,000 homeless people annually, that there shouldn't be kids on the street or people afraid to go out at night. The system is flawed. His mouth twitched it wasn't really a smile, but more like a facial punctuation he realized, of course, that he was coming on strong again - as he tended to do, when the right subject came up, so he added It could use work.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine Buck looked a little distant at Billy's words, and the twist to his lips then was almost bitter as he contemplated the wall. So there were some normal citizens who were aware, who understood how bad it was. No wonder Billy looked so .. skittish, like any sudden movement on his own part might cause him to catapult into the wall in alarm. Exactly, he agreed, before looking at the blond and giving him what he really hoped looked like an earnest grin. Mostly because it was. There are people working to change it. It's just a matter of time. And he thought for a moment of mentioning Captain Hammer, since he was the big Hero in this part of the woods, but he didn't want to depress Billy by reminding him how the guy had fallen. He didn't really want to remind himself, either Hammer should have been strong enough to protect his sister, but he wasn't. He fidgeted slightly himself, then, mostly because he wasn't sure what else to ask. He wasn't sure what else he wanted to know - it had been a long time since he had been in a new place and had to start making friends again. So, um. He cast a glance to his side, reaching out to gently pluck the handkerchief from Billy's hands once he had finished folding it into a tight little square. This is a nice laundromat. Could use some arcade games, but, you know. Cute.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine It was always nice to find a kindred spirit, someone who agreed, and Buck felt partially lightened as he followed Billy's gaze around the laundromat, his own mouth quirking into a half-grin. No, it's just.. they're very utilitarian. You come here, but there's nothing interesting about watching your clothes spin around in some soapy water. I bet they'd make a killing if they set up a restaurant or a karaoke bar or something, too. He glanced at Billy then, hoping that his jovial tone indicated that he really was just joking, that he hadn't come to Los Angeles just to set up Joe's Detergent and Grille. Shifting back a little on the window seat, he clunked the heel of his boot idly against the wall. There weren't enough people fighting for the change. There weren't enough people aware that change needed to happen, that they couldn't just sit on their rears and wait for superheroes to come along.. because heroes were great, but they were rare. Someone had to be blessed with powers or special kills and enough ethical fortitude to be able to risk his or her life for his beliefs... Heroes weren't rare, but they weren't common, either. He had seen enough fanboys flop and flounder on the news that Buck was occasionally terrified that he was one of them in a slightly fancier outfit. He drifted into his own half-reverie there, quiet for a moment as his eyes glazed over and he stared at nothing, before he snapped his attention back to Billy and was speaking before he realized that his mouth was moving. So do you want to grab lunch or something after this? No problem if you can't, but I'm hungry, and there's no reason to eat alone. Good job coming on not desperate for friends there, pal, he frowned at himself.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine Billy offered another of his weak, painful-looking smiles and it faded quickly, I think we've got enough karaoke bars here anyways. Billy said grimly, his expression distant as though remembering some traumatic event, Sit through a drunken rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody and then, trust me, one karaoke bar in the city is too much. Moist kept shoving the microphone in my face - he wouldn't leave me alone until I said 'galileo'. Say it. Say galileo! Say it bitch! Oh geez, sorry doc, I think I had a few too many. You think? The E.L.E. hadn't let that one go for a while Undead Bowie had whistled Queen for the following week every time he saw Moist - but Bowie was kind of a jerk. And he always stood way too close - he smelled like skittles, somehow. It was not magnifico. Billy added morosely, and then cocked his head at Buck's question. Lunch? he repeated, as though he wasn't sure what the word meant, Like - eating? Together. With you. It was like Billy had just encountered a foreign concept - which he sort of had. Sometimes he and Moist ate together, when he remembered to eat - occasionally he got too caught up in his work and might remember to microwave some kraft dinner or something late in the evening, when he got back from the E.L.E Lord Stabbington told him he would get scurvy. Moist had thought it was funny and had said 'arr' until Stabbington threatened him - with stabbing. He was starting to think he shouldn't bring Moist to the E.L.E. as often. But back to the present, he was sitting there staring dumbly at Buck, when he should have been giving him some sort of response. Billy squinted, as though having trouble with the question, Yes? he said finally, unsure of himself.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine Karaoke bars weren't something that Buck could earnestly say that he was incredibly familiar with. He'd been dragged there by a friend of a friend once, stumbled through some country ditty that his dad used to blast in the car when he was angry with his mom, and stumbled off the stage. He had done another shot before stumbling out of the bar and taking a walk through the park to clear his head. He had stopped a mugging in progress, too, but not through any sort of superpower use. Buck made an imposing fiugre in his black coat, and the teenage would-be mugger had scurried away from his victim in a panic. When the lady thanked him, Buck just looked at her with slightly glassy eyes and patted her affectionately on the shoulder before moving on. Well, he said in response to the question, clicking his tongue as he looked around the laundromat again, you don't have to if you don't want to. I mean, I've got plenty of food options. Buck paused. Okay, well, my - crazy German landlady has been trying to get me to go to her apartment for lunch since I moved in, since she wants to hook me up with her nineteen year old niece. He lifted an eyebrow at Billy, leaning forward a little bit. So, um, you'd kind of be doing me a favor. But I'll treat, if you want. And the smile he gave was a mirror image of Penny's. See, it's not so hard to make friends. Maybe you're coming on a little strong. Just.. smile.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine Billy stared at Buck he supposed that if his landlord was trying to set him up, he'd go into hiding too - but then, Moist had tried to set him up with various girls from time to time. More recently, he actually had gone into hiding because it turned out that Moist had scheduled him to go out to dinner with the Duchess of Defeet and had neglected to tell him - she had come looking for him down in the laboratories, and he had taken to crouching in a closet whimpering. He didn't want to go to dinner with the Duchess. She was scary, had a bizarre penchant for feathers and spiked leather things, and he was pretty sure that no restaurant would serve what she wanted to eat - which would undoubtedly be babies and kittens. He hadn't run into her since then, thankfully, but apparently Moist had. I made it up to her, Doc, no worries. Dr. Horrible hadn't asked exactly how he had made it up to her, nor did he ask about the bite marks on Moist's throat - or why he seemed to be bleeding from his nipple. There were times where he just didn't want to know. Billy had been about to speak, but then Buck smiled at him and his voice dissappeared, his tongue became clumsy, and all he could do was let out an odd, strangled noise and then stare for a long moment after, covering his mouth like he had just sworn. It wasn't a normal response Billy was painfully aware of this fact. He wasn't even sure why he had done it, he just knew that the smile had made his most basic language skills shut down. He had to try several times after, but he finally got the words out, and they came out stuttered, his expression a little desperate, as though pleading with Buck not to ask why he had responded the way he had. Yes. No. I mean, yes. Lunch. Let's have lunch. he said, and stood up to leave, headed for the door, and then realized that his laundry wasn't done, so he turned and sat back down as casually as he could manage it, adding, When the - when the laundry is done.