We Are Accidents Waiting To Happen
Who: Darien Fawkes, OPEN.
What: Never thought to see this day. Darien Fawkes asking to go on a mission. Darien Fawkes wanting to use the gland. Well. Look who tries his hand at Bending.
Where: Plaza of Infernos.
When: Wednesday.
“The key to change, is to let go of fear.” Well, lately I’d say that the key to fear is to change. Certainly seemed to be the way things worked around here, anyway. Now, when in the face of a new and unwanted change, I think I’d like to think more along the lines of, “Every generation needs a new revolution.”
Never would’ve thought in a million years that I’d ever talk to the man who actually spoke those very wise words. Not back at my world, in any case. Here’s where I’d make a typical Alice In Wonderland reference but, from the looks of things, I’m sure that analogy’s been done to death already.
This is the story of how Darien Fawkes embraced one change, in order to prevent another.
“Come on, baby, come on! You can do it! Come on, let’s do this-let’s do this thing! Come on.”
When you think you’re alone, you don’t pay much mind to the way you might look to other people. As the invisible man (and someone who can slip under the radar around those who already assume that they go unwatched), anyone should’ve known better than to flail their arms wildly in public. Being Darien Fawkes, however, who was just about as shameless and childish as you could get for a man in their thirties, he couldn’t care less to feel self-conscious as to how the hell he looked.
He’d seen that strange animal kid that he’d met on the outside of Helix making something on the network. Creating something from the sheer will of wanting to make it. For someone like Darien, thief by nature, this power seemed too great not to utilize. If needs be, he might figure out a way to fix his little problem he’d been so concerned with, without having to worry about some Smarty getting it out of his head for him.
On the other hand, it might only make his problem worse.
No time to sit around waiting for someone to come along, was there?
“You the man, you the man!” With an echoing shout, in one swooping gesture Darien kneeled before the ground in front of him. In reality it was the most ridiculous position to find himself in, but there had to be some sort of art to it, right? Summoning that kind of will to just, well, will something into existence...
His brother had taught him to utilize yogi in order to master the Quicksilver gland he’d implanted into Darien’s brain. Being outside helped him focus. It was the only method he knew of, when it came to focus. But rather than the calm, soothing methods of yogi that he’d use to harness the Quicksilver secreting into his system, he found himself taken with the self-cheering of his own voice. Go Team Fawkes! Hey, it worked before when he actually wanted to go invisible. Kind of.
In spite of all that, however-nothing happened.
“Son of a bitch.”
Arms dropping to his sides, he slumped down over the ground, crossing his legs and sitting. So if none of that was going to work, he’d have to try something else.
All in all, he couldn’t understand what he was even doing out here, trying this. He’d wasted so much of his time and energy trying to free himself of the gland, and here he was attempting to bring it back, knowing full well the consequences.
Pulling up the sleeve of his jacket, Darien checked his tattoo. If he had anything to be grateful for, the ouroboros tattoo marked on his wrist-the measures of his own sanity levels-was still in the green. Without his Keeper to do all the theorizing for him, the only thing Darien’s own simply mind could figure out was that, long as he remained visible, something here kept the Quicksilver from contaminating his system. Somehow.
Suppose there were some good fortunes this place had to offer.
What: Never thought to see this day. Darien Fawkes asking to go on a mission. Darien Fawkes wanting to use the gland. Well. Look who tries his hand at Bending.
Where: Plaza of Infernos.
When: Wednesday.
“The key to change, is to let go of fear.” Well, lately I’d say that the key to fear is to change. Certainly seemed to be the way things worked around here, anyway. Now, when in the face of a new and unwanted change, I think I’d like to think more along the lines of, “Every generation needs a new revolution.”
Never would’ve thought in a million years that I’d ever talk to the man who actually spoke those very wise words. Not back at my world, in any case. Here’s where I’d make a typical Alice In Wonderland reference but, from the looks of things, I’m sure that analogy’s been done to death already.
This is the story of how Darien Fawkes embraced one change, in order to prevent another.
“Come on, baby, come on! You can do it! Come on, let’s do this-let’s do this thing! Come on.”
When you think you’re alone, you don’t pay much mind to the way you might look to other people. As the invisible man (and someone who can slip under the radar around those who already assume that they go unwatched), anyone should’ve known better than to flail their arms wildly in public. Being Darien Fawkes, however, who was just about as shameless and childish as you could get for a man in their thirties, he couldn’t care less to feel self-conscious as to how the hell he looked.
He’d seen that strange animal kid that he’d met on the outside of Helix making something on the network. Creating something from the sheer will of wanting to make it. For someone like Darien, thief by nature, this power seemed too great not to utilize. If needs be, he might figure out a way to fix his little problem he’d been so concerned with, without having to worry about some Smarty getting it out of his head for him.
On the other hand, it might only make his problem worse.
No time to sit around waiting for someone to come along, was there?
“You the man, you the man!” With an echoing shout, in one swooping gesture Darien kneeled before the ground in front of him. In reality it was the most ridiculous position to find himself in, but there had to be some sort of art to it, right? Summoning that kind of will to just, well, will something into existence...
His brother had taught him to utilize yogi in order to master the Quicksilver gland he’d implanted into Darien’s brain. Being outside helped him focus. It was the only method he knew of, when it came to focus. But rather than the calm, soothing methods of yogi that he’d use to harness the Quicksilver secreting into his system, he found himself taken with the self-cheering of his own voice. Go Team Fawkes! Hey, it worked before when he actually wanted to go invisible. Kind of.
In spite of all that, however-nothing happened.
“Son of a bitch.”
Arms dropping to his sides, he slumped down over the ground, crossing his legs and sitting. So if none of that was going to work, he’d have to try something else.
All in all, he couldn’t understand what he was even doing out here, trying this. He’d wasted so much of his time and energy trying to free himself of the gland, and here he was attempting to bring it back, knowing full well the consequences.
Pulling up the sleeve of his jacket, Darien checked his tattoo. If he had anything to be grateful for, the ouroboros tattoo marked on his wrist-the measures of his own sanity levels-was still in the green. Without his Keeper to do all the theorizing for him, the only thing Darien’s own simply mind could figure out was that, long as he remained visible, something here kept the Quicksilver from contaminating his system. Somehow.
Suppose there were some good fortunes this place had to offer.