interstellar5555 | (open) do you know how far this has gone?

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(open) do you know how far this has gone?

Who:Terry and YOU
What: Someone regained the ability to sense fears and is furiously trying to ignore it
When:Feb 22nd
Where:Pride HQ/out and about
Warnings: None yet, will update as needed.

PRIDE HQ

[It's a lot to wake up to-- Terry can't decipher it at first, but it feels familiar and uncomfortable all the same. This deafening noise in his head it's a struggle to think through.]

[Eventually he drags himself to the café, thinking maybe he's just going stir crazy from staying in the penthouse all the time. He brings a notebook and his loudest headphones, sitting with his soup and the loudest music he has to hand. Maybe he can work through it. Maybe he just needs something to focus on.]

[Or maybe not.]

[It fucking hurts. Like something's screaming for his attention and he can't pick it out of the noise.]

[He kinda just ends up spending more time with his head in his hands then he does writing or eating.]

THE GREAT OUTDOORS

It's gotta be the building right. Enough weird shit goes on in there that it's not so out there he'd be hearing things. All he knows is he has to get away from it.

But it just follows.

Terry's walking aimlessly when he catches something he's absolutely not in the mood to deal with right now. ”Hey, isn't that the guy from Cosmic Indulgence?” “Yeah, Trauma. Hey! Trauma! We love your band!!!”

Why do these things happen to good people?

He's more than happy to entertain fans most days, but right now? His skull feels like it's splitting and he kinda hates everyone in the world right now. But he puts on his game face anyway.

It's somewhere in the sudden onslaught of selfies and autographs that there's this… Moment of clarity. One of them is being particularly obnoxious and it's like he zeroes in on them, totally blanks out until they're yelling about ‘how cool it is’ and asking how he knew. Apparently like an idiot he drew a bee with his autograph and a dumb comment about nightmares.

At least he didn't freak anyone out? But they're all clamouring for his attention and backing up with stuff about how he needs to go isn't doing much.

Someone help?

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[ Yuffie sits there, continuing to use his chair as a foot rest and finish her sandwich, unaware of exactly what she's triggered with her prodding.

Things fold over in the back of her mind, placed terror of Santiago is there, somewhere similar is the horrible laughter Yuffie keeps hearing in her dreams when the world goes green. A boogeyman come to life and somehow more terrible as something she was fighting as an adult instead of 'the Silver General' there to take her home.

And then, beneath that is the sound of her father through a door walled shut from the outside, to keep her in. Keeping her in the dark.

Ask your conscience. How can you try to hide something so important? Stay in there and reflect on what you’ve done!”

His voice and others berating her, calling her stupid and wrong, saying that she'd brought ruin and disease when she'd done nothing. They were so willing to hurt her, to call her wrong they were willing to attack the training hall of all things, throwing rocks and screaming. Even when she'd told them what had really happened, even when Yuri had, her father's voice and his anger was somehow the worst, and he'd never really admitted what he'd done. How he'd let himself believe the worst. Maybe he still did. Maybe they all did.

Yuffie as she is doesn't remember that, not really, but she's close enough to the surface nowadays it wont take much at all for her to remember it and she's dreamed of it. ]

So? What's the sitch?

[It only takes a couple of moments and Terry jolts out of it with a gasp like he forgot to breathe, it'd probably be comical how he nearly falls out of his seat if it wasn't for what he'd seen.]

You're afraid of... [His breathing is surprisingly ragged and he trails breathlessly, but the concern on his face is more for her than himself.] Was that-- Was that your dad?

My dad, wha-

[Yuffie pauses, and she looks horribly confused, staring at him across the table like she's not sure what's happening.]

What are you talking about?

[She sets down her sandwich to better pay attention to him.]

Ter, are you okay>

I don't know if it was a memory or... I don't know, but you were in the dark? People were yelling about you bringing ruin and he was telling you to think about what you'd done?

[He's still looking intently at her, expression the definition of worry.]

[Yuffie's looking at him across the table like she's horrifically confused, when it's a little like her eyes slide out of focus and and she jolts a little like a shock went up her spine.

"Yuffie! Are you still alive in there?" It had been a long time. And she was, of course. Nothing could bring her down, right? Nothing. Even all of them turning against her at once. She hadn't done anything wrong. All she'd tried to do was help since she got back. That was all.

"It’s not my fault though!"

When they slide back into focus she looks more than a little sick, her eyes darting around as if she's not at all where she was expecting to be.]

....Okay. What. The-

[Yuffie is still stuck half in the memory she just got and half distracted by the fact that she's not too sure that lunch is going to stay down.]

How the heck did- What?

[Terry immediately reaches for her hand, taking it in a firm grip as if too pull her back to the here and now. He's seen that look on her before, but the familiarity makes it no less worrying.]

[He ducks his head a little as he looks at her, eyes scanning her face to see how she's doing.]

You okay?

....It was...

[She grips back, using it to stabilize her and she looks at him across the table, sort of faking a smile into place.]

So. Nice to know other Yuffie's not all sunshine and rainbows all the time.

[She'd known that but it's the best thing she can come up with to say. And then she actually seems to realize what happened and her failing attempt at a smile slowly drops.]

...But that..Uh. Ter? How the heck did you know that?

[Terry swallows and looks around the room again, suddenly brimming with paranoia. Not that it's entirely unfounded.]

I don't think I wanna talk about it down here.

[Yuffie can get that. And she nods, and sits back, squeezing his hand before letting go.]

Finish your soup then we'll head upstairs.

[She on the other hand, resolutely does not go to pick up the last of her sandwich. ]

[His apetite's gone, but Terry forces himself to eat for the sake of stalling for time. He does finish it though, and gets up with a soft sigh as he gestures for Yuffie to come with him back to the suite.]

[By the time he's back in his room, Terry's ready to just throw himself on the bed and hope Yuffie's somehow forgotten about this by the time they get there.]

[ Yuffie's quiet, for once. Only babbling a bit about nonsense things as they head upstairs, and she's gone positively silent by the time they get up to his room

She crawls up on his bed next to him, and sits crosslegged, with her face screwed up in thought.]

Ter. Wanna talk to me? What was that?

Not really.

[He turns on his side to look up at her, frowning pretty intensely. Even for him.]

I don't know what it is exactly-- it just started happening this morning,

I didn't even know that about me. How did you?

[ Yuffie might refer to other Yuffie as if she's another person, but at the end of the day she still will end up referring to them as the same. She's frowning pretty intensely too, until she notices how ridiculous he looks and leans forward to poke him between the eyes. ]

You're gonna get wrinkles, [She follows this up with another word, that is A) likely a rude name from her intonation, and B) once again clearly isn't in anything like english.]

[He swats Yuffie's hand away with a huff and gives her a bit of a curious look at the name. Or insult or whatever that was. He doesn't recognise it, but she's been slipping into that tongue here and there for a while now.]

What is that anyway? That... language?

I don't really know.

But it's mine, I'm pretty sure.

[After a moment she pauses, and then speaks a line of it, which she isn't going to translate, but parses out a bit like 'It's nice. No one can understand me. I could say anything I wanted to, right now, and you wouldn't know, would you?'

And then back to English.]

And you're stalling. Talk to me, Trauma. Tell me what's up.

[THE MOST PUT-UPON SIGH. It's complicated and so far he's done pretty good about not talking about him-- the other him. But he's gonna have to, isn't he. He'll have to deal with it sooner or later.]

Whenever I think about... Me. It's like there's something wrong about him. Something in him-- in me that's. It's not good.

[Terry huffs, trying to sort through the muddle of words in his head. There isn't really a way to look at your best friend and say "I've always thought of myself as a monster and now I know why."]

I never knew what it was, but I guess this is part of it.

[ Yuffie isn't sure what he's saying at first, and her eyes narrow. She's started to gather he's less fond of his other than she is. That other Yuffie is this brilliant bright creature that she can barely fathom. She's strong and terrified and brave and Yuffie wants to be more and more like her. And then there's Luci and Terry, who the more they learn the more scared they are.

She sits forward and watches him.]

Ter, whatever you say about this guy, he can't be that bad. He's you.

[ She sounds painfully earnest if nothing else.]

[Terry gives Yuffie a brief smile, but it's sad. A little apologetic. He appreciates her confidence that any version of him would be alright, but there's no way to be sure.]

You can't know that.

A' course I can, dummy.

[ She leans over and flicks him in the head.

Yuffie Kisaragi is not one to be stopped by someone having an emo moment. What can she say? He's her friend, and that's good enough for her in the first place, and then there's the fact that Terry just in general is probably one of her nicer friends. She knows that. She isn't sure why he doesn't.]

I know you.

You know this me.

[He doesn't think he's being melodramatic, it's a reasonable worry to him. Yuffie knows less about this other version of Terry than he does, and Terry doesn't like what he's seen of him so far.]

How great can a guy who knows your fears really be?

[Yuffie raises an eyebrow because as far as she's concerned this is melodramatic. Terry, no.]

Just as good as anybody else.

[The green behind her eyes flickers and there's a brooding creature in red. Yuffie can't tell what she's seeing, but she feels the same utter exasperation. Huh. Something to think on, later. ]

So what. So you've joined the party of people with weird power-y things. Congrats, you get your ID card with the rest of us.

[She shrugs.]

If anybody was going to get something like that I'd trust you more than most people with it. I mean can you imagine if Xan suddenly knew what freaked people out? No one would ever sleep again.

[He doesn't have anything to say to that - nothing he feels like saying aloud anyway - so Terry's mature response is to roll onto his side with a tired groan and cover his face with an arm.]

[He's just... He can't articulate how much he doesn't want this. How badly he doesn't want to be the guy behind his eyes who can't ever get close to anyone because he's toxic. Because there's something in him that wants to hurt people and he can only keep it so buried.]

[Sorry about your choice in surrogate family, Yuffie.]

[ Yuffie sighs dramatically and instead of doing something actually useful, decides that what she is going to do is flop across Terry like this is the correct reaction to someone worrying about their existence.

In her mind this is a perfectly valid way of dealing.]

I can hear your brain workin', you're thinkin' so hard.

[Terry 'oof's lightly when Yuffie lands on him and lifts his arm if only to frown at her. Truth be told, it's reassuring in a strange way, that this dumb shit hasn't gone anywhere.]

[Of course, that is something Yuffie is not allowed to know, so Terry sighs instead.]

Well I've got to make up for you, don't I?

[That gets an elbow shoved backwards into whatever part of him happens to be under her. Jerk.]

Shut up. We all know you're having to work twice as hard to keep up with me.

[ What is it with Yuffie's friends deciding to woe is me about who they were.They can't be that different then they are now, and Yuffie likes them, so what's the point of getting all emo about it? ]

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