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petre no: the saga
CHARACTERS: Petre and OPEN!
WHERE: Several places, will state in each prompt.
WHEN: 011 and onward
SUMMARY: Petre is up to no good
WARNINGS: Swearing, violence, brattiness.
i. a block away from a Bout It Out arcade
[ He's spent another afternoon and night beating and maiming opponents in the virtual world. While Petre's quickly gained a reputation as the nasty little newcomer who never plays fair, the truth is that he wins a hefty amount of fights and people enjoy watching just the same when he loses - no one can throw a fit quite like this kid. Surely enough, a sore loser is a very sore winner as well, so when he wins the last four fights in a row, he brags and laughs and rubs it in everyone's faces.
One of them particularly dislikes it, and decides that's the final reason he needs to gather up some friends and follow Petre on his way back to the Bearings. They take advantage of his knowledge of little shortcuts through narrow alleyways where no one can really see you, and their better knowledge of how the city's geography works, to finally trap him. After talking some shit, they get ready to show him what Bout It Out feels like outside the virtual world.
They don't quite realize that everything he does as a monster in the games, he can repeat in real life. The teeth, the claws, the ripping and biting; he's well prepared to reenact it. He even starts to feel excited because, at last, he gets to attack someone, then claim it was all self-defense.
His thoughts are uncontrolled with the adrenaline building up, so they should be easy to pick up. Save him or save the little gang of violent nerds, it's up to you. ]
ii. mental link, breakfast is ruined at the bearings
( Who keeps burning the fucking toast? )
iii. ares is lost, petre makes bad decisions, shape-shifting may happen??
[ There it is - the sense of loss, a piece of him missing, and he can't even claw at his insides to figure out what it is. The sense of something being actively broken within him is new, and his powers can't even fix it. It makes him feel restless, then angry. It isn't fair that the other broods still have everyone (who is Jessica tho) and he keeps losing people. Did he know them well enough to care about them? No, but this is a bad new sensation that he can't get rid of, and that's enough to rile him up.
What if he loses everyone, what if he ends up alone again, what if he never sees Diana again, what if what if what if.
He leaves the Bearings to wander the city on his own, making his way to the subspace. Bout It Out won't be enough to release this energy. He's determined to find someone real, someone he can hurt. That will bring him satisfaction, he's sure. ]
WHERE: Several places, will state in each prompt.
WHEN: 011 and onward
SUMMARY: Petre is up to no good
WARNINGS: Swearing, violence, brattiness.
i. a block away from a Bout It Out arcade
[ He's spent another afternoon and night beating and maiming opponents in the virtual world. While Petre's quickly gained a reputation as the nasty little newcomer who never plays fair, the truth is that he wins a hefty amount of fights and people enjoy watching just the same when he loses - no one can throw a fit quite like this kid. Surely enough, a sore loser is a very sore winner as well, so when he wins the last four fights in a row, he brags and laughs and rubs it in everyone's faces.
One of them particularly dislikes it, and decides that's the final reason he needs to gather up some friends and follow Petre on his way back to the Bearings. They take advantage of his knowledge of little shortcuts through narrow alleyways where no one can really see you, and their better knowledge of how the city's geography works, to finally trap him. After talking some shit, they get ready to show him what Bout It Out feels like outside the virtual world.
They don't quite realize that everything he does as a monster in the games, he can repeat in real life. The teeth, the claws, the ripping and biting; he's well prepared to reenact it. He even starts to feel excited because, at last, he gets to attack someone, then claim it was all self-defense.
His thoughts are uncontrolled with the adrenaline building up, so they should be easy to pick up. Save him or save the little gang of violent nerds, it's up to you. ]
ii. mental link, breakfast is ruined at the bearings
( Who keeps burning the fucking toast? )
iii. ares is lost, petre makes bad decisions, shape-shifting may happen??
[ There it is - the sense of loss, a piece of him missing, and he can't even claw at his insides to figure out what it is. The sense of something being actively broken within him is new, and his powers can't even fix it. It makes him feel restless, then angry. It isn't fair that the other broods still have everyone (who is Jessica tho) and he keeps losing people. Did he know them well enough to care about them? No, but this is a bad new sensation that he can't get rid of, and that's enough to rile him up.
What if he loses everyone, what if he ends up alone again, what if he never sees Diana again, what if what if what if.
He leaves the Bearings to wander the city on his own, making his way to the subspace. Bout It Out won't be enough to release this energy. He's determined to find someone real, someone he can hurt. That will bring him satisfaction, he's sure. ]
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It is impossible for her to fight against super-strength, but Parker has years and years of fighting people with superpowers.
She elbows him right in his dingleberries. ]
not!here
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That's cheating!
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She gets up, only to trip and fall on her knees as he tugs her leg. She grits her teeth, and with her free foot, she brings her leg up, flexibility helping with the height it gains, and drops it viciously down on his wrist, trying to get him to let go. ]
Get off me!
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sighsss
The spike of anger and loss in the wake of Ares falling into sleep isn't surprising, and with the distance between her and them- quickly checked- she may have chosen to ignore it, if it wasn't so neatly paired with the newer Host's, and if the violence hadn't twinned so tightly with it. And it wasn't even the one that Prince and Cathaway had warned her of.
Still, she turns abruptly and begins walking. Charts the narrowing distance and avoids the passers by with polite little excuse-me's. She's close enough to sense the sharpness of the pain acutely- no doubt his fellow broodmate's, already wounded as they were, would find this to be less than pleasant, and while she doesn't run there's certainly no ease to her step as she rounds the nearest corner to them. Still too far to interfere, except in the way that only she could.
She breaths.
It is more difficult from a distance, more difficult with two, less effective, but nevertheless her ability begins to uncurl, like a hand down their backs, the sharpest of the emotions seeming to dissipate, to lessen.]
Why are you fighting?
[Why are we fighting? It's suddenly far more difficult to remember- difficult to cling to those emotions, slipping between their fingers, faster as she comes near, even level footsteps and an expression that betrays very little.]
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She can't ignore the effect right away, but, bit by bit, her instincts take over. That kind of manipulation isn't something new to her. Different, but not new. Fighting off people from invading her mind, telepaths and others of the sort, has given her some leverage over recognising the signals. There is a voice that isn't hers in her head. Again. These people don't listen.
And she would be fine with letting go, if someone had pushed them apart. Physical. Like a normal person.
As it is?
If there is a thing that Parker can trust is to her ability to get angry. And she is definitely using that to try and put up her walls, to put, figuratively, her hands over her ears. Like being stubborn for the sake of it. Rebel for the sake of rebellion. The moment of sudden distraction, and Parker hangs on to it to finish the job. Kicks his face, hard, like a football player kick a ball away, using all the strength she has in her leg (and it's not a small amount). Pulls herself up with a flip and holds a hand to the back of her head, eyes focusing, jaw clenched. Trying to push whoever is there out of her head.
She wasn't ready to dight before. She damn well wants to now. She's way beyond tired of having people in her head, and she has only just arrived. ]
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His fangs turn back into a boy's teeth, black eyes blue again. ]
This bitch attacked me!
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It was not simply a manipulation of the link, a gentle suggestion. It was her power, honed and strengthened over twenty years. Somewhat unique, in that it was not an attack, and so the symbiote inside of her did not resist using it on other Hosts.
Special. One of the things that had made her and Nirad seem the ideal candidates when it came to picking which hosts to send the new batch to. The volatile, dangerous new Hosts. A failsafe.
The reasons they had weren't good enough to overcome the prevailing calm. They felt fine. Contented. Comfortable, except for the scratches and bruises. Carata has not broken a sweat by the time she is at Parker's back, a hand gentle on her shoulder, only feeling more right. Carata's mind, open and easily read, doesn't feel angry. Perhaps this whole thing was inevitable. That was alright, this too would pass.]
You're being silly. Don't you want to sit down?
[Yes.]
You will be alright, Petre.
[The sting of the loss would become bearable. Never gone, but like a wound scabbed over. They're calm, but she knows her help would not last forever. Being content, finding happiness, she could help, but she could not give them the understanding it required to maintain that balance. To know what you could not change. To move forward. To find peace.]
Perhaps you should continue going where you meant to, before you bumped into each other.
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But it doesn't matter, as it slowly disintegrates within, pulled apart, removed from her violence. The pulse of a fight taken away without permission, but what can she do about it but allow it?
She blinks slowly to the woman, her cheek still red with scratches and gravel, hair dusty from the ground she had been pushed onto, unkempt clothes to the fight they had been rolled into, shirt ripped from Petre's claws, tiny scratch underneath uncomfortably sticky - or it would if she didn't feel so uncharacteristically complacent. So sitting sounds about right, she supposes, taking her place on to a small street pillar, elbows on her knees as she tips her head and brushes out the rest of the gravel out of her hair.
And maybe later, when she remembers to feel what it is hers, there will be anger again for all these things against her will. All these emotions that don't belong to her. An attempt of the deconstruction of the self, like it's something obscene, like it isn't right, like it is a disease. Being compacted into something she is not. Again, and again, and again. It is a fight she has struggled with since she was born. She always has a knack of never belonging unless there is a rebellion with purpose.
Nobody is ever satisfied with the skin she wears. Sometimes she isn't either. ]
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Eventually his hands relax. He nods like a reluctant child and starts to walk off. ]
I've got better shit to do than this anyway.
[ He was going to subspace, wasn't he? He was upset about Ares being gone. He remembers it now, but it seems pointless. ]
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Please don't fight each other anymore. [That is a request, to his retreating back, even as she returns her attention to Parker, folded up on the ground.
She stops at her feet, crouching to her heels to observe the damage. Nothing that the symbiote wouldn't handle in a day or so. Still, she carefully reaches out to sweep the remaining gravel off of her shoulders.]
You will be alright. [certainty, in her voice and in her mind] why don't you go back to your room and get changed?
[Didn't that sound nice?]