you wanna see some more? [ january catch-all ]

[dynatox]

Who: Terry Silver & YOU
What: All sorts of AU shenanigans (and a non-AU in the Snake Den)
When: Throughout January (I'm okay with handwaving that timelines make sense for various AU shenanigans)
Where: The Snake Den + Achelliac + all around

Content Warnings: War-related trauma. Specific to 1980s!Terry: copious amounts of recreational drug use are likely to come up.

1 / the red (snake den);

[ How can Terry resist a fine gathering like this, and one with such appropriate name, too? Of course he heads down to the Snake Den, dressed in a steel blue and silver suit. A blue ribbon ties his hair back into his signature ponytail. It's all a bit excessive, but that's Terry Silver for you.

He enters the talent show, playing a fast-paces original composition on the piano with all the energy and dramatic flair the piece deserves. When he gave up fighting he still needed something to put his physicality into, and it shows.

Afterwards he is simply mingling with the crowd, feeling very open and chatty after some snacks and a good drink. Hell, if you're not too much younger than he is he may ask for a dance. ]

2 / when i was their age all the lights went out (age 19)

[ Terry - better known as Twig, at this age at least - has no clue where he is or what's going on but aside from the absence of his dear friend John Kreese, it beats being shipped off to war. Kind of. The house he woke up in is certainly a few steps up from sleeping in tents out in the jungle, and he's not stuck eating scraps and rations. But wow, is there some weird shit here.

Never mind that, though. He's disciplined enough not to react, and eager to help. Anyone who looks like they could use an extra hand, regardless of what they're doing, may find themselves approached by a very tall and skinny teenager with a dopey smile on his face. ]

You need a hand with that?

2a - for anyone interested in going to the new city

[ After offering to help, he pulls the compass out of his pocket. ] If you're wandering out somewhere I'd be happy to tag along. Not to toot my own horn but I am the Green Berets' star navigator.

[ And he's telling the truth there. A kid like him didn't make it to Special Forces based on his combat prowess. ]

3 / trying to clout these little ingrates into shape (age 34)

[ Terry in his thirties couldn't be a sharper contrast with his teenage self. He's still got the height and the ponytail, but that's about it. He's been training long enough that he has enough muscle to make his physique work in his favor, and all the nervous energy he once had is replaced with pure confidence.

When he walks down the street he watches people go by like a cat might watch its prey, grinning sharply at anyone who makes eye contact with him. ]

3a - achelliac

[ There's nothing Terry loves more than a good, hot bath after a hard workout, so of course he heads right for Achelliac. (The look of the clientele is a nice bonus, too; folks in this place aren't too picky about him eyeing up a handsome fella here and there and that suits him just fine.)

He lowers himself slowly into the water, letting out a long sigh as he settles in. ] Ah, that hits the spot.

[ There's a fat, smouldering cigar in his hand that he's been careful to keep out of the water, and he takes a long drag on it now. ]

3b - around town

[ Terry's antsy for a little fun, so he takes a walk around town, a shiny red apple in hand. When he spies someone shorter than him, even if it's only by a couple inches, he gets right in their comfort zone and swings an arm around their shoulder. ]

Hey, pal. [ He holds up the apple. ] I'll bet i can kick this right off the top of your head. Whaddaya say? If I'm wrong, I'll owe you one.

wildcard

[ Anything goes for any version of Terry here! Contact me at dandymott or vellocet#7191 to plot. ]

Comments

2/

[fistprize]

[vi has figured out some of the where, but what better way to fuck around and find out figure out the rest than defaulting to easy mode. at the moment, she's wound her way through the streets of willful machine and deftly pocketing items from several trenchies, and she's not above hitting a sleeper, which had 100% been her intent before the mark had turned in her direction and just ...spoken. a hand, he asks - and for a moment she thinks she's caught.]

Aww, shit. You saw that, huh?

[she shrugs it off, sizing him up (and up) before:]

I could use another hand, though, if you've got game. Split the prize right down the middle.

[dynatox]

Yeah. I'm sure you're real good at this, I'm just used to watching my back and all. It's a hundred push-ups back at boot camp if you get caught off guard.

[ And he did those push-ups many, many times before he learned. Not that he has any muscle to show for it. ]

'Course I've got game. Stealth was my thing back home.

[ He didn't expect her to actually take him up on the offer, and petty theft wasn't exactly his area of expertise (rich boys don't often pickpocket, unless they're thrill-seekers and it's be another few years before Terry becomes one of those), but he's also not going to turn down a challenge.

It's probably harmless, right? ]

[fistprize]

[totally harmless. of course. what could go wrong here. in trench. a city of ...possibility?]

A hundred push-ups, huh? [not quite impressed but getting there. yeah, he's a stick, but that doesn't have to mean what it looks like.] I can do a hundred push-ups. I do those for fun with my old man.

[not quite a lie. it's been a while since vander's been pushing up along side her, and maybe not a hundred. for fun. maybe fifty for fun.]

Okay, stealthy. You've got your thing, I've got mine. [a little jazz hands that curl into raised fists - but hopefully the latter won't be needed. it's fun, but it attracts a lot of notice. not really her plan here. not today.]

Just walk with me, I'll hit 'em ...uh, not literally, and I'll slip you whatever I get. You make your way to that food stall over there and look at the menu, and I'll go back in and double dip. That way, if they get wise to it, you're long gone, and I can be over their head in three seconds flat. Unless you've got a better idea?

[her manner says she's not used to anyone having better ideas, but she's open to it.]

If I pick a good one, a real fancypants bastard, we can eat like kings without having to dine and dash. [with a smile:] You look like you could use a meal.

[unless she decides to dash anyway. but ...she's not about to hang another kid out to dry like that.]

3b

[stayscared]

[mike's antsy because most of his friends are not themselves in one way or another - whether this be because they're alternate versions of selves or just teenagers: it's unnerving. so having some guy invade his personal bubble? not his idea of a good time. is that an arm around his shoulder? he turns, hearing the pal and wondering for a brief, incorrect moment if this is ...someone he knows but just changed.

nope.

he gets a general vibe check (not great), but he's pretty sure this is a stranger. allow mike to just remove that arm from his shoulder, thank you. or don't. he'll try to slip out, and back up a little, his expression equal parts surprised and irritated.]

Not your pal. If you're wrong you'll me owe what, a new windpipe? Nose? I'm perfectly content with the ones I've got. Find some other sucker.

[he does not need anymore attempted anatomy adjustments, thanks. not after last month.]

[dynatox]

[ He doesn't try to put his arm back around Mike's shoulder when he's pushed away, but he does keep standing uncomfortably close. Personal boundaries? What are those? ]

C'mon. If I wanted to kick someone I could just do it, any old time. [ The benefits of being filthy rich. Who's going to arrest a billionaire over a bar fight? That might not apply here, but it's what he's used to. ]

Alright - [ He looks around, and spots a fence with posts that are about the same height as an average person. ] - if you're chicken, how about I kick it off that fence post? Wouldn't want you to think I'm bluffing.

[ And he really just wants to show off his kicks. Even though he doesn't remember being old, there's something so nice about being at his prime and something at the back of his mind is telling him not to waste it. ]

[stayscared]

[god. why. mike's used to having his boundaries disrespected in horrible ways but not usually by ...people. so that's new. he doesn't look happy about it, but he'll take it over a random arm.

he has a fair point about the kicking, and mike's expression reflects this - trench can be a bit of a free for all, but then again...]

And that's how you end up losing a foot. You kick the wrong person, they poison or freeze your foot off, and then ...well, I don't know, but it's not good. For you or them.

[a snort of utter disbelief.]

Chicken? Chicken. I'm not chicken. I just don't want to get kicked in the---

---fine, fine, you know what. Kick it off my head. Do it.

[unlocked: stubborn +1. reckless +1. not chicken and needs to prove it +∞]

[dynatox]

Yeah, that's the spirit! I knew you had it in you. [ Terry laughs, loud and obnoxious. And, once again showing a flagrant disrespect for boundaries, he claps Mike on the back like an old friend before handing him the apple. ]

Alright, put it on top of your head and stand real still. No squirming.

[ If it's any consolation, he'll be terribly embarrassed about this once he returns to his proper age. ]

[stayscared]

[the intrusiveness of the clap is ignored only because mike agreed to this - worse, he egged it on.]

Yeah, sure, great. Just full of spirit over here.

[apple on head, he proceeds to stand real still, half wanting to move just to spite his new "friend" but all that's going to do is get him that broken nose ...or worse. he thinks about deleting the apple, about trying to shift himself just a bit to the left (or the right) ...and that just seems like an even worse impulse. he'd like to avoid things going pear shaped, thank you.

but that apple? it's now a pear. whoops? hey, at least his body remains still.]

1

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul wasn't one much for parties or hanging around them but where else was he going to wearing an outfit this fabulous besides this bash at the beginning of the year? So he'd gone, hanging onto the outskirts as opposed to making himself the center of attention. There was absolutely no way he would be entering the talent or fashion show but he enjoyed watching others get up there to perform.

Watching Terry perform was an interesting experience. Since he'd never learned how to play any instruments of his own, he had a keen respect for those that could. He watched appreciatively and approached the older man after the performance was done.]

I didn't know you could play.

[dynatox]

Mm. When I stopped fighting I needed somewhere to direct all that pent-up energy.

[ Playing piano could actually work up a sweat if you got really into it. And he was lucky enough to have enough money to afford a proper concert piano right in his house. ] And it was nice to do something creative rather than destructive for once.

[ His lips purse into a somewhat melancholy smile. That didn't last. The thrill of battle was always calling him. ]

[survivalthroughhate]

You stopped fighting for a period of time?

[Maul said this in the same tone of someone who had just heard something completely unbelievable. In his mind, there was no such concept as to stop fighting unless he was dead. He'd had to fight his whole life. Even if he had not been taken by Sidious, the Nightbrothers were a warrior clan, and how much power one possessed in it was determined by how well one could fight. He would have learned to fight to stay alive, to impress a potential mate, and to hunt the beasts of Dathomir.]