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And the Town of Snow (snowblindrpg AU)

[He's young. He feels young, his body feels young. Well, younger, he doesn't think of himself as old because he's not but anyway, that is not the point, the point is that no, no, no, he can't be here, he doesn't have time for this. Not when the end of times is literally upon them, when Apep is about to unleash Pure Evil into the world!

Flynn dusts himself off, taking a look around the morgue and rolls his eyes so hard he's actually tilting his head back. Of all the places to be, of all the past adventures ~~horrors~~ to haunt him, it had to be Norfinbury. He remembers, it had happened before. People returning after having gone home for a while. Only that in his case, 'a while' spans more than a decade.

He remembers a lot of other things, too, and rubs his face erratically against the onslaught of memories that had been lost to him for over ten years. It's all a bit much, not that he'd admit it, and he does the only thing he knows when facing a situation like this.

Absolutely not dealing with it.

Instead he grabs the tablet and opens a feed, pacing impatiently.]

Alright, yes, yes, yes, I'm back, wonderful. Seriously, you people are still on this? Where are we at? How long was I gone? Who's working on what?

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[There's a gleeful, thankful face on the other end. He honestly looks like he's a wreck. It's been a long month.]

FLYNN! Dude! I was so worried about you! Sometimes people don't come back and I was thinking you might not come back which is--which is a horrible thought but you're here, you're here and do you got a death price? Can you see? If you can't see I can totally help you--

[All of this is said within the span of seconds.]

You have no idea how much I missed you.

Where are you, man? I'm gonna come and see you. I found soda! We can share!

[Well, that stops him in his tracks for about three seconds. Which these days is so long, it's almost like him freezing up.]

Peter.

[He looks at the screen strangely. It's like a ghost coming back to haunt him; the memories return, the feelings return but it was so long ago, so much has happened in the meantime and there is a big ugly heap of emotions threatening to bubble up.]

Yes, well. [He clears his throat.] I can see. Can hear, too. Move, think, talk, read, it's all there, so, good to go, no need for you to inconvenience yourself.

[...huh. Weird?]

No way, man, you probably got something! Memories maybe? You might forget everything in ten seconds. Ooh! Or maybe your balance will be off.

...come on, seriously, where are you? We can meet up, I gotta get this soda to you. I've been saving it since you...

[A pained pause.]

...y'know. And anyway, you owe me a story still, right? I wanna hear about pirates this time.

My balance is fine, thank you very much.

I don't have time for this. I need to go back. How did I die? Snow? Anomaly? Was it one of us? Maybe the answer is in the how, how we die, something in the way we die messing with the signature, messing with the program, the bots...

[His voice comes out rapid, breathless. He's still pacing. Gesturing.]

Maybe we can do it again, replicate the situation, that might do the trick...

[Small beat.]

What kind of soda?

[No, this isn't just weird, something's definitely wrong.]

Dude, what?! No! What...

Oh!

Hey, I bet that's your death price? I just need to get over there and stop you from being like...that for a few days.

...orange Fanta, bro.

I do not have a death price, Peter.

[He doesn't have time for the distraction. He doesn't know how to deal with Peter. Doesn't know what's gonna happen when he comes face to face with him.

Then again...]

That is by far my favorite orange beverage. ... Very well. I'm at one of the morgues.

[He sends over the coordinates.]

That's exactly what someone with a death price would say!

Don't worry man, I'm gonna rescue you! And provide your favorite orange beverage! Just hold tight. I'm not far from there at all.

[It takes a couple hours, but Peter treks through the snow at top speed, propelled by both worry and excitement. Gotta save Flynn from...whatever this weirdness was. Lack of emotion, maybe? He was speaking differently, too.

Peter squints as he approaches the door to the morgue.

Cold. That's what it was. He lacked his usual warmth, his...his everything.

Don't worry, bro. He'll get you back.

He yanks on the door to open it.]

Hey! Flynn? You here?

Edited 2018-06-05 22:33 (UTC)

Over here.

[He's been busy, scouting the network to catch up on the month he's missed. It's so weird to see all these faces - and himself - unchanged. How could it possibly only be a month later?

He's been writing on the morgue walls, too, things that had been tried, different results because they need to solve this once and for all. Ideally by tomorrow.]

Electromagnetic impulse to the... no, no, that wouldn't do a thing. Diverting energy from the power plant? Lacks the resources. Have to get behind the morgue doors. How to stop the killer robot? Corrosive material?

[...look, he can recognize someone planning a morgue experiment when he sees one. He fights down his horror and all the weirdness and tries to put on a steadier, brave face. This is just temporary. Just a death price. No big deal.]

Bad idea, dude. Why don't you take it easy for a few days, give some time for that death price to wear off?

[He holds out the soda like a treat to a dog.]

I got Fanta. We gotta get to another house before lockdown.

[Don't you want Fanta, dude? Yes you do. Yes you do!]

[Flynn scowls because wow, do NOT tell him this is a bad idea, he doesn't have bad ideas. Maybe he used to, once, but these days he's a professional with a decade of experience so they will solve this stupid town puzzle in a couple of days and then he'll go back home and find the Eye of Ra which is more important than anything right now and he looks up sharply with a scowl on his face and--

And it's Peter. Peter, his friend (his best friend), loud and obnoxious and kind and naive and enthusiastic and for a moment Flynn's heart stops, unprepared for another wave of emotions, stronger this time, threatening to overwhelm him. It's been so long and he had forgotten all about him.]

Hello, Peter.

[He glances down at the Fanta and his brow furrows in irritation.]

What are you doing?

Hey, dude.

[...he stands still, like he's expecting something.]

...making sure you leave the morgue by using the Fanta to get you out of here? Because clearly you're under a really weird and admittedly scary death price?

[...still waiting.]

So...yeah.

[Heck, he's just gonna go in for it. He reaches over for the biggest bear hug ever.]

I really missed you!

[This time Flynn freezes for real.

He's not a stranger to hugs or physical affection, not anymore, not since Eve and the LITs but this here is different. This is from a time before and it is firmly rooted in sentiment and emotion. Flynn's hand comes up to rest on Peter's back and with a quick, surprised smile flashing on his face before he returns the hug. It's stiff and clumsy, like he doesn't quite know what to do.]

I... I missed you, too.

[His voice is still guarded but it has softened, some warmth coming back. He is glad to see Peter. He did miss his friend. He just doesn't know how to deal with it right now.]

I mean, you know. I would have if I had remembered you. How long was I gone?

[There we go. Peter feels better, like he reached him somehow, and this was getting really weird. Once he lets go, he holds he Fanta out to him for real. But something in his face falls when Flynn says he didn't remember him.]

...you went back.

[He knows exactly what that's like, and that just...explained everything. This had to be more than a death price. His stomach drops. Oh, man.]

You've been gone a month. How long were you...

Yes, I did. [Flynn turns the bottle in his hands because he doesn't want to look at Peter's pained expression when he says he went home and didn't remember him. But at his friend's words, he glances up.]

A month?

[That's just... He laughs at that, but the sound lacks its usual warmth, it's more biting, nasal, humorless and there's something almost unpleasant about it.

Flynn takes a sip from his Fanta.]

I went home for ten years, Peter. A month... [He shakes his head, raising the bottle, trying to catch a glimpse of his own reflection in the glass and touches his face, the corner of his eyes. No wrinkles.]

This is so weird. Is it the same body, just an upgrade of memories? But if it's the same body, why do we come back in the same body? Can't they update the body information, only the mind information?

[It hurts, it hurts to think about going back and not remembering. It's happened to him and it devastated him, but considering that wasn't ever going to happen again, it's not something he's thought much about, accepting that Norfinbury was just going to be the rest of his life now.

But Flynn, going back--for ten years--and not remembering him?

Yeah. That hurt a lot.]

Weird, yeah. [His voice trails off.] I think people figured it was just a memory upgraded same body.

Edited 2018-06-06 15:07 (UTC)

What? Mh. Yes, yes, I remember.

[He takes another sip and the sweetness of the beverage triggers another memory. Peter, heartbroken and blind, and Flynn sharing his soda with him and it's so wonderful to see his face light up and--

And it hurts. Flynn pushes the memory away but it's enough to finally make him stop and acknowledge the situation. To acknowledge Peter.]

I, uh. [He clears his throat again.] It really is good to see you, Peter. I'm not... I mean, I... [The words, they just won't come. For a moment he looks almost helpless in the wake of it all and his mouth opens and closes several times.]

Thank you for the... it's really good.

[He brings his hand up, maybe for a hug? No, he pats Peter's arm, puts his hand down again. Okay, that was pathetic.]

[Yeah, this is awkward and weird and there's just...that coldness again. An arm pat? Really? Peter glances down at the friendship bracelet on his own wrist and frowns, worry in his eyes.]

You're welcome, bro.

[Ten years. Ten years and...something must have happened. Because he's so different, isn't he?

The thought catches in his throat and his heart skips a beat.

What if none of this is a death price and he really is like this for good?

No, no way, come on, it was--had to be...

But ten years was a really long time. How old was he now even?]

...sorry you had to end up back here.

[Maybe that's what was bothering him. How could you be happy to see your best friend if you were stuck in this place after being home?]

[There are so many things he wants to say, to explain. God, where would he even start?]

... Yes, well. It's a spectacularly bad time.

[His brow furrows in worry. Rationally he knows that apparently no time passes while he's here but that doesn't make the forced intermission any easier to bear.]

...bad time? Were you in the middle of something?

[He knows that feel, bro.]

Nothing much's happened here when you were gone.

[Besides himself being crushed under worry, that was.]

[Now look what you did.]

We're at war. The end of times is upon us, the ultimate battle between Good and Evil has begun.

[He starts pacing again.]

No, no, no, I can't be here, not now, not when I'm so close...

...oh! Oh cool, I've been through one of those.

We lost, though.

[He tries to pat him heartily on the back.]

Don't worry, bro, you'll end up back there soon enough, I'm sure.

Well, we didn't.

[His voice takes a sharp turn. Look, this young dashing body doesn't reflect it but his actual age hobo self hasn't slept in weeks and Fanta can only do so much.]

And we won't. Because I found the one thing that might help us stop him. Or I would have [walking a few steps into the room, tilting his head back and shouting at noone in particular because it's just a thing he does these days] if someone hadn't brought me back into this stupid icicle town!!

[...

Peter just stares, slowly lifting up his tablet to film him because maybe this is a death price, maybe it's not, but Flynn's acting like...this and he wants to make sure he has recorded it for posterity.

Also it's kind of scary. He doesn't like him sounding like this. Or spazzing out.]

Dude, are you okay?

Am I okay? Am I okay? No I am not okay! Pure Evil is leaking into the world, I have a job to do and the universe has nothing better to do than to stick me into a backwater Alaskan town with riddles that make no sense!

[Still randomly shouting at the ceiling. It's cathartic, okay!]

Is that your doing, Apep? Because if you think this is going to stop me, ohohohoh, you better think again. Because I will return and I'm getting the Eye and there is nothing you can do about it! Do you hear me!?

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[Still filming, bro.

What is happening even? He doesn't know. It's terrifying. It's the most entertainment he's had in weeks. He's gonna replay it back later and laugh.]

That sounds like...a real big deal, bro.

We had a little something like that in my universe. Way worse than yours, though.

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cw Infinity War spoilers throughout rest of thread

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