Nathaniel Horn (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whowhatnow) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
station722016-08-12 06:58 pm
whowhatnow) wrote in station722016-08-12 06:58 pm
Entry tags:
[open] like puppets dangling on strings
CHARACTERS: Nathaniel Horn and YOU
WHERE: Concordia
WHEN: post Big Bang, 025
SUMMARY: Nathaniel dabbles with his parasite powers and hangs around Concordia trying to deal with life.
WARNINGS:none at the moment except mind control! will update as needed
I. just let them hang where they stand
[In the hustle and bustle of Concordia, its easy to miss things. Secret trysts, forbidden deals, activities done only in the darkest of places...and what Nathaniel is doing may count for that last one. After the whole bomb fiasco, he's been hanging around, looking like he's doing nothing but lazing around like always...but, in reality, he's up to something. That whole event shook him to the core, and he's not going to pretend that everything is okay. He needs to adapt to this, just like he's adapted to everything he's encountered in his life.]
[You can probably feel the pricklings of his thoughts coming over the mental link (it feels pleasant, like he's having fun, like he's winning at something and laughing about it)- track them down, and you'll find him standing across from a man in an alleyway. The man looks like some kind of office worker, his clothes neat and tailored but not especially extravagant - he's just a cog in a large corporate machine, by the looks of it. He's staring at Nathaniel, who only grins and points down to the end of the alleyway. He speaks, but his voice holds a certain strange tone to it - it's far too smooth to be comfortable.]
Pick it up.
[The man jerks a little in place, like his body is moving on his own without his control. He walks down the alleyway, picking up what looks to be some kind of bottle. He stares back at Nathaniel, his expression confused.]
Bring it back to me.
[A pause, and the man does so, his dark eyes darting nervously in their sockets. When he approaches, Nathaniel outstretches his hand, and the man drops the bottle into it. Nathaniel lets out a laugh, like he can't believe his good fortune, and then suddenly turns to toss the bottle back into the alleyway.]
[He turns back to the man, a grin on his face as he points back into the alleyway.]
Come on, go on. Go pick it up.
II. or cut them down and let them fall
[What's work? Nathaniel certainly doesn't know. He travels the streets of Concordia like a vagabond, exploring every nook and cranny he can find. He's far more on guard since the bombing incident, and isn't willing to draw attention (no more wearing Bout-It-Out gear for him!), but still, he's unwilling to let himself get bored.]
[Eventually, it's nighttime and he has to take a break, and he decides to rest by sitting up on the roof of a small building near the outskirts of the city, staring out at the bright lights and bustling movement with a wide smile. You know, Concordia isn't half bad, he thinks. Just remove all the hassle, the fighting, the politics, and you have a place where fun lurks in the form of so many things. He can get behind a place like that.]
[He leans back on his perch, and if he senses somebody approaching, he'll greet them by turning his head over his shoulder, his wide grin glinting in the low light.]
Hey, quick question: if you could be anyone you wanted to be in the whole wide universe, who would you be? And I'm not talking about jobs, here. I'm talking about everything.
III. WILDCARD
[Want a prompt with Nathaniel that isn't up here? Just let me know! Nathaniel is all over the place and isn't hard to find, so send me a message if you want to work something out!]
WHERE: Concordia
WHEN: post Big Bang, 025
SUMMARY: Nathaniel dabbles with his parasite powers and hangs around Concordia trying to deal with life.
WARNINGS:none at the moment except mind control! will update as needed
I. just let them hang where they stand
[In the hustle and bustle of Concordia, its easy to miss things. Secret trysts, forbidden deals, activities done only in the darkest of places...and what Nathaniel is doing may count for that last one. After the whole bomb fiasco, he's been hanging around, looking like he's doing nothing but lazing around like always...but, in reality, he's up to something. That whole event shook him to the core, and he's not going to pretend that everything is okay. He needs to adapt to this, just like he's adapted to everything he's encountered in his life.]
[You can probably feel the pricklings of his thoughts coming over the mental link (it feels pleasant, like he's having fun, like he's winning at something and laughing about it)- track them down, and you'll find him standing across from a man in an alleyway. The man looks like some kind of office worker, his clothes neat and tailored but not especially extravagant - he's just a cog in a large corporate machine, by the looks of it. He's staring at Nathaniel, who only grins and points down to the end of the alleyway. He speaks, but his voice holds a certain strange tone to it - it's far too smooth to be comfortable.]
Pick it up.
[The man jerks a little in place, like his body is moving on his own without his control. He walks down the alleyway, picking up what looks to be some kind of bottle. He stares back at Nathaniel, his expression confused.]
Bring it back to me.
[A pause, and the man does so, his dark eyes darting nervously in their sockets. When he approaches, Nathaniel outstretches his hand, and the man drops the bottle into it. Nathaniel lets out a laugh, like he can't believe his good fortune, and then suddenly turns to toss the bottle back into the alleyway.]
[He turns back to the man, a grin on his face as he points back into the alleyway.]
Come on, go on. Go pick it up.
II. or cut them down and let them fall
[What's work? Nathaniel certainly doesn't know. He travels the streets of Concordia like a vagabond, exploring every nook and cranny he can find. He's far more on guard since the bombing incident, and isn't willing to draw attention (no more wearing Bout-It-Out gear for him!), but still, he's unwilling to let himself get bored.]
[Eventually, it's nighttime and he has to take a break, and he decides to rest by sitting up on the roof of a small building near the outskirts of the city, staring out at the bright lights and bustling movement with a wide smile. You know, Concordia isn't half bad, he thinks. Just remove all the hassle, the fighting, the politics, and you have a place where fun lurks in the form of so many things. He can get behind a place like that.]
[He leans back on his perch, and if he senses somebody approaching, he'll greet them by turning his head over his shoulder, his wide grin glinting in the low light.]
Hey, quick question: if you could be anyone you wanted to be in the whole wide universe, who would you be? And I'm not talking about jobs, here. I'm talking about everything.
III. WILDCARD
[Want a prompt with Nathaniel that isn't up here? Just let me know! Nathaniel is all over the place and isn't hard to find, so send me a message if you want to work something out!]
no subject
Oh! Hey! [He says, a little startled - he hadn't expected anyone to come visit him, and he gives Ilde a sheepish grin.] Sorry, I was kind of drifting off there...how's everything? You seem much better after...well, you know.
no subject
Yes, I am doing well. I came to thank you for your help.
no subject
Ah, shucks, really, it's no big deal. I just saw a cute girl in need of some help so... [He gestures, flapping his hand.] Really, it's fine! Thank you, though.
no subject
No. [ She corrects softly. ] It was difficult for you. There was a reason no one else approached me.
no subject
Yeah, you're right. [He says, with a shrug.] But I did it anyways. It just seemed like I had to do it. If you were left there all by yourself, something bad might've happened.
no subject
Thank you, for being brave.
[ The formal version, and in her thanks she continues, ]
Tell me, where are you from?
no subject
Ah, me? [He scratches the back of his head.] I lived on Earth for a long time, but it isn't my home. I come from a planet far, far, far away from Earth. I think in your language, it would be referred to something akin to the name "Karo".
[A smile.] I'm an alien as alien can be.
no subject
Is it not being from Earth that makes one an alien?
[ She doesn't think that's quite how it works... ]
I am not an Earthian either.
no subject
[He isn't expecting that statement, and tilts his head to the side, eyebrows raising in slight surprise.]
That so? You look pretty human. Where are you from, then?
no subject
[ Well, she was. What is she now that the symbiote lives inside of her? That isn't the question of the moment however. ]
But my world was not an Earth. It once had another name, but after it was burned we merely called it the Godking's.
no subject
[That's certainly puzzling. Maybe humans evolved on some other planet somehow?]
And you've never been on another planet before this?
no subject
[ So no, no space travel. ]
no subject
[Wow. He can't even imagine a place like that. He boggles at her a little in confusion.]
Magic, though, that sounds straight out of a fantasy book. What kind of magic?
no subject
[ She didn't realize there were other kinds, aside from the elements they controlled. Magic seemed to be magic, to her, but that was also because she did not wield it. ]
no subject
Like, what's the nature of it?
no subject
There is Dreus's magic... which comes from fire. Elemental, I think? And then there are the witches, theirs comes from something else. It has... more rules, limitations. They are lesser things to the Godking.
That is all I know, I did not realize there was more.
no subject
[He sounds fairly flippant, but really, it's only because he's gotten his knowledge of magic from Earth books. It's hardly a concept that exists where he comes from.]
Yeah, though they're all fiction. Still, you coming from a world like that...that's pretty special.
[A beat.] You don't have magic yourself, do you?
no subject
I do not, no. Dreus was the only man with magic such as his, a natural gift. Those who opposed him made dark pacts, in order to kill him. One loses their soul in pursuit of such power.
[ She worries about that in regards to the symbiote. Sometimes. ]