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interstellar55552016-06-22 04:26 pm
panspermia) wrote in interstellar55552016-06-22 04:26 pm
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I'm in the autumn of my years
Who: Greg Universe and any Rescuers
What: who's this asshole
When: June 18
Where: The Rescuers' ship
Warnings: trauma and PTSD
If Greg has a reaction to entering a massive alien guitar spaceship, he keeps it to himself. Between the drama of the ritual, the return of his maimed soul, and his haphazard rescue, he simply has too much to process first before he can take in the rest of the rescuer operation. As a result, first thing he does is find a small, empty room--a bathroom--and ask to be left alone for a while.
An hour or so later, a very different man emerges again.
It hadn't been his first intention in locking himself in that room, but the longer he'd been in there, the more necessary it had felt. Greg hasn't felt like himself in a very long time. The worst of it was the result of Blanche's meddling with his soul, yes, but it extended before that point as well. The face of his youth, the one Blanche used and tried to make into a different person altogether... Greg couldn't keep looking at that face anymore. It hurt too much, made him too sick. Adding a few years on to his appearance and a beard isn't going to fix it, either; he's not the same person he used to be, either. (After all, he did keep the hair.) But this is better, closer than before. Whoever he is now, this is about as close as he's willing to get.
Greg Universe emerges into the ship, avoiding eye contact, and finally begins to take things in.
What: who's this asshole
When: June 18
Where: The Rescuers' ship
Warnings: trauma and PTSD
If Greg has a reaction to entering a massive alien guitar spaceship, he keeps it to himself. Between the drama of the ritual, the return of his maimed soul, and his haphazard rescue, he simply has too much to process first before he can take in the rest of the rescuer operation. As a result, first thing he does is find a small, empty room--a bathroom--and ask to be left alone for a while.
An hour or so later, a very different man emerges again.
It hadn't been his first intention in locking himself in that room, but the longer he'd been in there, the more necessary it had felt. Greg hasn't felt like himself in a very long time. The worst of it was the result of Blanche's meddling with his soul, yes, but it extended before that point as well. The face of his youth, the one Blanche used and tried to make into a different person altogether... Greg couldn't keep looking at that face anymore. It hurt too much, made him too sick. Adding a few years on to his appearance and a beard isn't going to fix it, either; he's not the same person he used to be, either. (After all, he did keep the hair.) But this is better, closer than before. Whoever he is now, this is about as close as he's willing to get.
Greg Universe emerges into the ship, avoiding eye contact, and finally begins to take things in.
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"Who better to attack your enemy than your other enemy, huh? Hate to admit it, but I'm pretty sure we were the guys there to do Blanche's dirty work for him. Even if it was something we basically wanted to do anyway."
"No offense, but I wouldn't exactly have chosen to show up right then if there hadn't been something driving me to do it. Something about that song of yours must have pushed it over the top."
Not that he hasn't been getting clawed at by the idea that he should return for a while, now, but at least this time it can been in the interest of a rescue instead of so he could turn himself in.
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They were all in danger. He drew them in, was a lure... He bows his head, struggling to push down the loathing and guilt. "But. That's... that's good. It turned out... it turned out good."
He shudders. "Boy. Gonna have to keep saying that over and over."
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"You know none of that stuff was your fault, right? Most of that wasn't you, an' the parts that were... I saw you stand up to him, even when you were still missing the better part of your soul."
"You did the best that anybody could do, Greg," he says, carefully, like he's making sure that Greg hears every part of it. "Anybody."
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Greg chews at his cheek, before going on. "I mean, I know in my head that I wasn't in full control, and it's Blanche's fault." He imitates Sans' tone, saying the words clearly to make sure he himself is hearing it too. Never hurts to review things you've already learned.
"But... that doesn't change the memories. Even knowing in hindsight who was in control, I remember the desire and will to do all those things. I still remember doing them. It was my body, if not my mind."