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Nightshift 43: Weapons Range

Sep 14, 2009 00:59

[From here, Jen said she'd NPC]It had been a lame excuse for a lame retreat, and Junior knew that it couldn't possibly have made his brothers drop the subject, but at least for now he could get away from it. They'd followed along, if nothing else. Hopefully whatever was on the other side would give him some more time to come up with some other sort ( Read more... )

nigredo, albedo, rubedo

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falseblack September 20 2009, 00:18:25 UTC

Pretend, yes. The very simplicity was the infuriating element in this venture when he thought about it. He sighed for what was the umpteenth time of the night and turned to regard the exit.

Only then, the eldest of the trio said something highly unusual, something not like him at all.

"You mean the intercom announcement?" More than an announcement: it was the familiar initialization sequence of a program coming to an end. Nigredo hadn't thought much about it since their entrance, but now the aspect was a cause for concern. The child listened carefully, even holding a hand out to his ear in hopes of picking out the one off element. "Now that you mention it," he continued quietly, "I do hear people screa--"

"Nigredo, come here."

"--ming..."

That had been no scream. A wave of calculated indifference washed over the boy as he slowly recognized its nature, words thought to have been buried somewhere in the past. Ones that shouldn't, no, couldn't be surfacing now. Their owner was gone; he had shot the man at point-blank just to be sure ( ... )

udo_retrovirus September 20 2009, 02:46:40 UTC

Junior almost didn't hear his brothers' responses. The voice was continuing to repeat things he'd heard before, things that he wished he hadn't had had to hear at all, much less for a second time; but he couldn't just block it out, nor could he run from it.

"I know that I never should have existed in this world to begin with."

"It's not true...it's not true!" he repeated quietly, his good arm dropping to his side while his hand clenched into a fist. How could he have even thought that? And now his younger self stood in front of him, probably thinking that very same thing...

Junior looked up in time to notice that Nigredo was stepping back from them, looking absolutely terrified, which was rare enough for the youngest to give him cause to worry. Was he actually hearing something, too? Was he hearing the same thing? If he did, was he aware of the speaker's identity? "What's wrong?" he asked, but never received a response ( ... )

purpletaint September 20 2009, 19:52:21 UTC

"What's wrong?"--

The first actual clue that the ever-present feeling of dread was not simply another fabrication. There was something hesitant in Albedo's movements--perhaps sluggish, but perhaps unwilling. He shifted, turned from Rubedo to Nigredo with fear still in his gaze.

His eyes widened.

There was something like a pause, something like time stopping, images burned in the retinas, retaining the impression endlessly. Albedo could stop, detail this later--everything about it was fresh, and he had years to pour over the evidence. In his mind, Nigredo was suspended in the air, knees already touching the ground, body tilted forward to hang forever. In the corner of his vision, Rubedo was halfway to the same motion, his legs having given out, mouth opened in a wretched cry. "Don't do this to me again!" Don't ( ... )

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