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raisetheearth2015-09-30 05:12 pm
oncedevil) wrote in raisetheearth2015-09-30 05:12 pm
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Action - Locke City | Text much later OTA
Action:
He thought he was just going to take a break. A nice open spot among the rubble of a leveled building was suitable enough. The ceiling was gone crushed a year ago when the worst of the invasion had hit Locke. Most of the city had been rebuilt, but a few remnants of that fateful day remained. Idly Tony kicked at some debris as he hunkered down for a rest, but suddenly he wasn't in the ruins anymore.
He was in side some really gaudy building, a theater maybe? A church? He couldn't tell, but there was... a spotlight. The events that followed were nothing short of bizarre.
Quickly he found himself a passenger in his own- no, his other's body. This wasn't him, he knew as soon as he realized that no matter how hard he strained he had no command over what was happening. He was simply a witness, riding along while the whole world went completely bonkers around him. As it turns out, his other was quite the actor, as was this strange monocle wearing guy who turned into a beetle or something. What is even happening he just doesn't know.
Meanwhile anyone outside would be witness to quite a show- a one-sided play. Followed by an even more impressive one-sided battle. Much of the already destroyed terrain only got more destroyed as Tony hopped around completely against his will. Bullets flying, Rebellion crushing easily through fallen concrete like it was dry and brittle wood. On his own side he was overwhelmed. The power of this man he was riding along as was immense, almost unfathomable. But the echo held him firmly in its grip, there just wasn't enough time to really think about any of it.
At the end when he was standing still, arm still raised after his final curtain-call bullet shot straight into the air, the echo released him. He let out an alarmed sound and collapsed, thoroughly exhausted. Even during the invasion he'd not fought like that, and it truly did feel like he'd just fought an epic battle against a foe of ridiculous power.
What in the hell?
Tony's just going to stay there for a while trying to sort out his brain and catch his breath, because wow.
Text:
That's it. I want off this ride. I don't give a damn about saving the world or whatever. I've had enough. Shit's gone stupid. I didn't sign up for fucking bullshit mothmen or whatever the fuck all of that was, I'm out. Canceling my subscription. Someone take these goddamned numbers I've had enough.
He thought he was just going to take a break. A nice open spot among the rubble of a leveled building was suitable enough. The ceiling was gone crushed a year ago when the worst of the invasion had hit Locke. Most of the city had been rebuilt, but a few remnants of that fateful day remained. Idly Tony kicked at some debris as he hunkered down for a rest, but suddenly he wasn't in the ruins anymore.
He was in side some really gaudy building, a theater maybe? A church? He couldn't tell, but there was... a spotlight. The events that followed were nothing short of bizarre.
Quickly he found himself a passenger in his own- no, his other's body. This wasn't him, he knew as soon as he realized that no matter how hard he strained he had no command over what was happening. He was simply a witness, riding along while the whole world went completely bonkers around him. As it turns out, his other was quite the actor, as was this strange monocle wearing guy who turned into a beetle or something. What is even happening he just doesn't know.
Meanwhile anyone outside would be witness to quite a show- a one-sided play. Followed by an even more impressive one-sided battle. Much of the already destroyed terrain only got more destroyed as Tony hopped around completely against his will. Bullets flying, Rebellion crushing easily through fallen concrete like it was dry and brittle wood. On his own side he was overwhelmed. The power of this man he was riding along as was immense, almost unfathomable. But the echo held him firmly in its grip, there just wasn't enough time to really think about any of it.
At the end when he was standing still, arm still raised after his final curtain-call bullet shot straight into the air, the echo released him. He let out an alarmed sound and collapsed, thoroughly exhausted. Even during the invasion he'd not fought like that, and it truly did feel like he'd just fought an epic battle against a foe of ridiculous power.
What in the hell?
Tony's just going to stay there for a while trying to sort out his brain and catch his breath, because wow.
Text:
That's it. I want off this ride. I don't give a damn about saving the world or whatever. I've had enough. Shit's gone stupid. I didn't sign up for fucking bullshit mothmen or whatever the fuck all of that was, I'm out. Canceling my subscription. Someone take these goddamned numbers I've had enough.
Re: Action
"Well, if I'm wrong, I owe you an ice cream, okay?" He's hoping it's humourous enough to lighten up Tony's mood, if only slightly.
As he tries to pull Tony up, he feels the strain. Holy shit, what do you weigh?! He has to ground his heels and pull himself virtually backward to get the man up, and fights not to stumble when he finally succeeds. Thanks slender build, we appreciate you. Doesn't help that Jacob kind of fits in the squishy wizard category. He makes sure to wrap Tony's arm around his shoulders to give Tony proper support. At least this will be easier now.
"We're going to my place. I'll be damned if I'm letting you stay here tonight."
Especially since I gave you alcohol."You can drink and pass out at my place. It'll be more comfortable than sitting on stone."Action
"Make it two and you've got yourself a deal," Okay food is a good way to get him in slightly better spirits. Especially sweets, you know his weakness, Jacob. And he is quite heavy, in fact even drunk muddled as he is he notices the effort Jacob has to put in to lift him. Clumsily he fumbles for his sword, digging the tip into the ground to help push himself up. He's heavy, he knows, even for someone not built like a wizard.
"Nph, alright. Sure." He'd make it awkward by tossing out some kind of inappropriate joke but with the way Jacob turned red last time Tony figures that maybe it'll be best to just let that one lay. Lady, meanwhile, is absolutely unhelpful while dancing around their feet.
Re: Action
Jacob chuckles. "Two it is. Or the whole ice cream shop." Y'know, bribery and things. He recalled once that Tony said he'd eat him out of house and home, so why not the whole ice cream shop? He certainly tries to keep Tony humoured and taken care of.
At least Tony is willing to comply, not that he was too worried that he wouldn't. He just wasn't too sure what he would do if Tony disagreed. Tony's bigger than him, it'd be worse than trying to get a child to do something by using the counting threat, he imagines. And might snicker in spite himself.
Jacob's a little too focused to realise there was even a chance at a joke in there. He's keeping an eye on Lady, and making sure that they don't trip on her in the off chance she gets too close to their feet.
It takes a while, but they finally make it back to Shepherd's Haven. It might take a little longer to get to Jacob's place, as he's making sure that Tony remains steady. If he falls down, he's not too sure he'll be able to pull him back up, and carrying is certainly out of the question. When they get to the stairs, Jacob stops for a moment. He wonders if Tony will be able to climb these without falling back.
"Are you okay enough to climb these? We're almost there, we just need to get to the top."