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Characters: Codename (Billy Kaplan) codenamewiccan
Date/Time: April 9th, night time.
Location: Code's house.
Rating: pg mostly
Summary: Code reflects on all of his lost roommates and the questions he has about the sphere.
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He had to start wondering if he had some seriously bad luck with roommates. The cats remained, but the rest was...empty. Skulls had disappeared so quickly after he moved in. Three roommates come and gone, he could only imagine how older veterans of hell in a bowl fared. Not well if he was thinking right. Dash looked to be starting his own how to explode the world in thirty seconds fund. Bastet he'd seen a little of how she'd come to be from it.
Would he become that jaded? He was already knee deep in trying to figure things out on his own. That wasn't how a Young Avenger behaved and he knew it. Some part of him desperately wants to keep others from being hurt. But, life was about being hurt and getting back up. He rubbed his face with one hand and muttered to himself. "Get a grip, Code. You've been slipping for weeks." All he had from home was Dash.
He could make new connections, talk a bit for once. The dreams had been rough in a way. It was one thing to know you'd been around before it was another to notice it had the same issues with life you did. Then again it was- he was running himself in circles. Not a good sign for mental stability if he saw one. He could sit alone in his home acting like...like someone he felt he knew but couldn't remember their name. Hadn't Dash called him grumpy and bald?
Yeah that was it. Grumpy and bald, their fearless leader in his opinion. They couldn't do it without him. The avenging thing. Maybe that was the problem he saw with this place. Too many bad things happened without enough ways to thwart it. You couldn't work openly without being in danger. You couldn't work covertly without a chance of being caught. Code stared at his bowl of forks and the watermelon that used to be a bowling ball. He'd moved on coconuts to be a bit more complex. Math notes lay carefully stacked on the table and books were set to one side of them.
What was he doing? Trying to make sense of a place that would make a physics major cry in their textbook? Probably. It was time to stop living moment to moment, growing steadily more frustrated with each passing day. It was time to be the scarlet witch and assemble like an Avenger. "Way to be dramatic." Not that, that was a bad thing. Lots of people were pretty good at being dramatic in a good way.
Wasn't this whole hero thing about wearing costumes and saving the day? He arrested his case. Code reasoned he'd pick up where he left off with social life and try again. Roommates wouldn't be too hard to come by really. It was helping people out and he wouldn't be so alone with his thoughts. He felt it was a bad idea to sit by yourself all the time. You were bound to go crazy if it kept up.
Date/Time: April 9th, night time.
Location: Code's house.
Rating: pg mostly
Summary: Code reflects on all of his lost roommates and the questions he has about the sphere.
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He had to start wondering if he had some seriously bad luck with roommates. The cats remained, but the rest was...empty. Skulls had disappeared so quickly after he moved in. Three roommates come and gone, he could only imagine how older veterans of hell in a bowl fared. Not well if he was thinking right. Dash looked to be starting his own how to explode the world in thirty seconds fund. Bastet he'd seen a little of how she'd come to be from it.
Would he become that jaded? He was already knee deep in trying to figure things out on his own. That wasn't how a Young Avenger behaved and he knew it. Some part of him desperately wants to keep others from being hurt. But, life was about being hurt and getting back up. He rubbed his face with one hand and muttered to himself. "Get a grip, Code. You've been slipping for weeks." All he had from home was Dash.
He could make new connections, talk a bit for once. The dreams had been rough in a way. It was one thing to know you'd been around before it was another to notice it had the same issues with life you did. Then again it was- he was running himself in circles. Not a good sign for mental stability if he saw one. He could sit alone in his home acting like...like someone he felt he knew but couldn't remember their name. Hadn't Dash called him grumpy and bald?
Yeah that was it. Grumpy and bald, their fearless leader in his opinion. They couldn't do it without him. The avenging thing. Maybe that was the problem he saw with this place. Too many bad things happened without enough ways to thwart it. You couldn't work openly without being in danger. You couldn't work covertly without a chance of being caught. Code stared at his bowl of forks and the watermelon that used to be a bowling ball. He'd moved on coconuts to be a bit more complex. Math notes lay carefully stacked on the table and books were set to one side of them.
What was he doing? Trying to make sense of a place that would make a physics major cry in their textbook? Probably. It was time to stop living moment to moment, growing steadily more frustrated with each passing day. It was time to be the scarlet witch and assemble like an Avenger. "Way to be dramatic." Not that, that was a bad thing. Lots of people were pretty good at being dramatic in a good way.
Wasn't this whole hero thing about wearing costumes and saving the day? He arrested his case. Code reasoned he'd pick up where he left off with social life and try again. Roommates wouldn't be too hard to come by really. It was helping people out and he wouldn't be so alone with his thoughts. He felt it was a bad idea to sit by yourself all the time. You were bound to go crazy if it kept up.