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makingthisupasigo2018-04-14 11:02 pm
zunesareawesome) wrote in makingthisupasigo2018-04-14 11:02 pm
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And the stars look very different today...
It was a way out. But it wasn't home.
Truthfully, after Norfinbury, anything would be better than that place, but the cold truth was--there was no way to find his own universe out of the endless multiverse, even if Norfinbury's busted technology had worked properly. He was stuck, here, with a megalomaniac Flynn--granted, a Flynn that managed to open up a portal out of there. Maybe that's what it took to get out of Norfinbury.
Or, Peter thought sometimes on bad days, Norfinbury only released you once you became the twisted version of yourself it wanted you to be. A specially-designed virus inflicted on countless worlds.
Besides, he ought to know something about that.
He didn't stay long on earth, he couldn't. Maybe it had something to do with the mystery of how they were revived in Norfinbury, their bodies recreated or cloned or healed, or maybe it was something that was gonna happen to him anyway, but he could feel the Light burning inside him, inside his head almost as soon as he landed. A desperate need to take to the stars. He'd managed to create a ship and took off.
Time passes, and scientists notice something odd about several exoplanets they're monitoring, especially ones marked as 'earth-like' or other planets in zones that could make them potentially habitable. Bright bursts of light and changes in the composition of the atmosphere or surface, it was inexplicable. Possible evidence of intelligent life? If they didn't know any better, especially with the rocky planets that now somehow boasted extreme changes, it was like something was terraforming them.
There was cause for alarm when Mars suddenly turned blue and green a few months later.
Meanwhile, a small blue-and-orange ship that looked suspiciously like a slightly more organic-looking Milano was racing towards the earth.
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The story that's unfolding is teeming with horror but that last bit is a punch in the gut. Ezekiel draws in a small, audible breath, his face suddenly stricken bit the same mourning sensation of losing a friend. "N-no."
He looks away, struggling for a moment to keep his composure and sniffs, working his jaw. He really wished he could punch something right now. "... Dammit."
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He looks down, the grief is still fresh. It's somehow worse because he still sees Flynn, like there's some other guy walking around with his face.
"I wish there was something we could do."
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After the first wave of grief the denial hits him like a truck.
"Maybe he's just trying to get to us."
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Jake realizes that Jones is in denial and he understands. But the reality of the situation won't wait for them, either.
"I wish it was him just trying to get to us. But it's...I just felt it, okay? It was real. I just know it."
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It's a little hard to pull himself together but he manages. Barely.
"S-so what do we do? There's gotta be something we can do."
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There's something awfully hopeless in Jake's tone. The memories of what he'd done are burned into his mind and he can't bear it.
"I really don't know how we can beat this. Beat him."
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That tone is terrible and Jones would love to reach through the bars and shake him. But again, no can do.
"I'm not gonna let him win. And neither will you. Flynn wouldn't want us to give up, he'd be all annoying and preachy about it."
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"...yeah. Y'know, yeah, you're right? Flynn would, and it would be just...ugh."
His face turns serious again.
"...if we can't, if...if I get pulled under, and I mean--really pulled under, and he never--" Stone's voice hitches for a moment, and he clears his throat. "--never come back to myself, you know I don't--I would never, ever mean to hurt you, and..."
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Ezekiel's voice cuts in uncharacteristically strong, a little deeper, a little more mature, a little more genuine; one of the rare instances of utter seriousness. There's no play here, no pretense.
"Alright? Whatever happens, whatever... game he thinks of next, it doesn't matter, okay? I just, I know. I'll always know."
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"...okay." It's said with some measure of utter relief, even though he's afraid that it will happen someday and he'll be made to hurt him.
"Okay...I'm holding you to that."
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He leans his head against the bars, the lopsided grin returning. "But if it makes you feel better, I will absolutely let you buy me drink once we're getting out of here."
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"One drink, and nothin' expensive."
Because they were getting out of here.
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And they were absolutely getting out of here.
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Don't go crazy now on him.
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This bargaining isn't over.
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Take it or leave it, Jones.
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"Alright, fine. But they better not be crumpled because you kept them in your pants for two weeks."
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"...why would I keep them in my pants for two weeks!?"
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He shrugs.
"You know, sitting on the pipeline, going like 'wow, I sure would love a snack now, oh wait, didn't I put Oreos in here somewhere at some point, yep, there they are'!"
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"Why would I be wearing the same pants for two weeks!?"
crying
"I don't know, for extra man points? Because oil stains are ridiculously hard to get out and at some point it's just a waste of time?"
crying so much
Why, Jones, why?
"Extra man points!? Being lazy about oil stains!? Are you kidding me!?"
i just can't with these two anymore
"All your jeans look the same. I thought maybe you just have the one!"
THAT ICON
Please, Jones, his blood pressure...
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A beat.
"Are you sure it's not the same one?"
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