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