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entrancelogs2016-03-16 09:58 pm
circlejerked) wrote in entrancelogs2016-03-16 09:58 pm
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the ground shakes and valor wakes
Who: Anders (circlejerked) and Carver Hawke (shitloaf).
Where: Kitchen.
When: March 16th.
Rating: PG-13 for these two being in a room together? Maybe? Sort of? We'll see.
Summary: It's a small world and people are bound to run into each other. No tiny fluffballs or kitchens were harmed in the making of this reunion between Anders and Carver (hopefully).
The Story:
[In Wonderland, an everyday thing like lunch is an adventure where one never quite knows what they're going to find. At least once a week, sometimes more, Anders makes a point to spin the wheel of chance and see what sort of new cuisine the dining room or the kitchen can produce. Squid and cold meats on sticks, pasta and pine nut salads, bread puddings, gingerbread houses, lilac jellies, pickled soups, hamburgers (delicious, for the record!)... The list goes on and on.
Never, ever did Anders think he'd lay eyes on so much new and exotic food, let alone get the chance to try it. It puts the Circle's uninspired menu to shame a thousand times over. Sometimes, though, familiar tastes are best. Sometimes he craves a taste of the old and the simple--stews, songs, hard bread, sunrises that stretch across the sky like roll of unspooled velvet.
Home.
For him, the comfort of home is in the warm sweetness of a honey bun, and that's the very same smell that fills the kitchen now. Anyone wanting to pay the kitchen a visit will find Anders lounging against a counter, biting into a perfectly round bun that releases a trickle of honey filling. Still heaven on the tongue even after all these years.
Being here isn't so bad when he can eat anything he pleases whenever he wants.]
circlejerked) and Carver Hawke (shitloaf).Where: Kitchen.
When: March 16th.
Rating: PG-13 for these two being in a room together? Maybe? Sort of? We'll see.
Summary: It's a small world and people are bound to run into each other. No tiny fluffballs or kitchens were harmed in the making of this reunion between Anders and Carver (hopefully).
The Story:
[In Wonderland, an everyday thing like lunch is an adventure where one never quite knows what they're going to find. At least once a week, sometimes more, Anders makes a point to spin the wheel of chance and see what sort of new cuisine the dining room or the kitchen can produce. Squid and cold meats on sticks, pasta and pine nut salads, bread puddings, gingerbread houses, lilac jellies, pickled soups, hamburgers (delicious, for the record!)... The list goes on and on.
Never, ever did Anders think he'd lay eyes on so much new and exotic food, let alone get the chance to try it. It puts the Circle's uninspired menu to shame a thousand times over. Sometimes, though, familiar tastes are best. Sometimes he craves a taste of the old and the simple--stews, songs, hard bread, sunrises that stretch across the sky like roll of unspooled velvet.
Home.
For him, the comfort of home is in the warm sweetness of a honey bun, and that's the very same smell that fills the kitchen now. Anyone wanting to pay the kitchen a visit will find Anders lounging against a counter, biting into a perfectly round bun that releases a trickle of honey filling. Still heaven on the tongue even after all these years.
Being here isn't so bad when he can eat anything he pleases whenever he wants.]
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[ There's no vehemence behind the word, but that doesn't mean it's emotionless. There's a lot packed into that small little word that even Carver can't quantify exactly everything that's present. Not that he could even if he wanted to because he's not the sort to dissect his feelings and other such nonsense crap like that. It's a simple no to everything that Anders says and is.
But, first; ]
No, he didn't pay anything. [ Arms unfolded, they hang loosely at his sides with the careless sort of grace that a warrior carries himself with. At rest, but still battle-ready if necessary. ] Not that my sister made right choices all the time, but this—that was the wrong one. He should've been left alive to see what mess he wrought. That would have been better.
[ It's like this conversation has just drained the entirety of his adrenaline and now all he wants to do is go take a nap. Then preferably not talk to anyone for the rest of the day. Then probably go break a bunch of useless junk to expel the rest of the buzzing energy in his reserves.
Never having been in a position like this before, he doesn't really know what to do. He can continue to be mad and get himself nearly to an aneurysm each time he sees Anders. Or, he can attempt to let it go for now and somehow reconcile with the fact that this man doesn't have that weird spirit inside of him. But, either one is going to require more thought and time away from the man in question.
The no fits here, too. ]
I know you're not possessed. You're just... [ he makes an off-handed gesture ] kind of a sodding idiot. The Anders I know would've already started with the glowing bit and started ranting about how I must hate mages. I don't know what happened directly with you and Justice, only heard the story secondhand. You—he, whoever—fucked up and didn't even take responsibility for it. That I can't forgive.
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[It's a low-key taunt, less a deflection and more something to fill the silence with. There's not a lot he can say in support of or against Carver's lack of closure. There's not a lot to say. It is what it is, and it's personal, wrapped up in feelings of anger and betrayal and the relationship between brother and sister, none of which Anders is privy to as a stranger on the outside looking in.
How can he judge what had gone on in this alternate history without having lived it? He chafes at being used as a stand-in for someone else, but he can give Carver the chance to say his piece. That much, he can do. From what he's hearing, it's more than the other him had done.
Anders' moves backward until he can rest his hands on the far counter behind him, letting the distance bring with it clearer perspective.]
If something went wrong after they merged... if they became an abomination in the truest sense of the word, then it's better that someone put an end to it. Safer. For everyone.
[Validating the necessity of his and Justice's deaths leaves the taste of bitter ash in his mouth. In most situations, he doesn't have a problem finding his voice, but he labors in getting the words out; it takes breaking eye contact to do it, and even then, immediately after Anders reaches to open the refrigerator door for something to do.
He spots juice in a carton. He doesn't particularly want juice, but he pulls it out and makes a show of taking a cup out of a cupboard. It gives him a chance to turn his back and make sure his composure hasn't slipped.]