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Entry tags:
- ahiru: timmy,
- albert wesker: ref,
- ange ushiromiya: jelle,
- ariadne: wizera,
- darth maul: shade,
- dipper pines: jami,
- kyle broflovski: emma,
- lance: charley,
- luz noceda: pedro,
- manabu yuuki: elle,
- orpheus: qv,
- reaper: vette,
- richie tozier: effy,
- takashi "shiro" shirogane: red,
- the abomination: alba,
- the medicine seller: greenrivers,
- usagi tsukino: jax,
- varian: tf,
- zib: taku
[Open] Keep it locked up, keep it sealed tight
Who: Varian and YOU!
What: Varian's final corrupted days, his beasthood turn and the aftermath. See his corruption/monster page HERE!
When: First 2 weeks of Jan- before the event.
Where: Around the city!
Content Warnings: Applicable content warnings go here. Mentions of death, corruption, dissociation.
Hope you've stocked up - Last days of corruption
Anyone who's close to Varian will have noticed his slow corruption growth over the last two months. By the time January rolls around, things have gotten worse instead of better. By now his skin is made of a thick, black rock. This same black rock has turned his teeth into sharp fangs and his nails into claws. two amber horns sprout out from his head, and his elbows and one remaining ankle have spurs of the same stuff- as is the tail he's since gotten, flicking nervously as he paces around- firey red eyes darting around furtively.
He'd largely been keeping himself out of sight, trying to handle this alone, but his hallucinations have driven him onwards. He stares at things seemingly only he can see. If he comes across you, he'll grip your arm tightly (sorry if those claws hurt, he's not even thinking about it). He points at an empty spot of nothing, worry on his face.
"Eugene!" you are definitely not Eugene, but it's clear that's who he's seeing right now. "We- we gotta deal with these rocks before they take over everything! There's...there's got to be a cavern around here somewhere so we can cut them off, right?"
It's a long night - Monsterdom (Gaze and surrounding area)
Regardless of how much or how little help he gets in his final days of corruption, eventually, Fern decides enough is enough and the best way to handle this is to Fistfight God. Which is to say, he goes off to confront The Tower about this and gets himself killed by Never Mind in the process. Varian got there too late, and being the driving reason behind his boyfriend dying again was the final nail in the coffin for him.
The transformation is quick and sharp, and what's left is a a ten-foot rock monster spewing fire everywhere. His leg is still missing in this form, at least, which should help anyone with a quick ID-check. Varian himself rages through the city, slamming against buildings and breathing fire at anyone foolish enough to come close. It's definitely attracting the attention of nearby hunters- so perhaps finding a way to talk him back down before there's another death today would be for the best?
Nothing good is meant to stay - Aftermath
Eventually, Varian lets his friends in, lets them talk him down and the best hood fades. Parts of corruption still cling to him- his skin is still an unhealthy grey colour and his nails aren't quite back to normal yet. He's also sitting in a ball on the floor- partly out of shock and partly because he can't go anywhere without his leg - if someone could fetch him that, that would be awesome.
Or perhaps you come to him in the days that follow. He mostly stays near the Disaster House in Cassandra, as he waits for Fern to come back to life. He can be found inside the house, or sometimes sitting on the front porch, people-watching. Though he's certainly not better yet, day by day the signs of corruption lessen. Any visitors will get a tired smile, he's still a little withdrawn, but he's getting there.
"H-hey, thanks for checking in," nothing has changed how awkward he is at least! "Um...how are you doing?"
Because obviously, you're here for him to check up on you. Obviously.
[[OOC: The monster battle is intended to be open to any CR who want to take part. No ONE character will be responsible for talking him down from monsterdom, it is intended to be a team effort- hammering home that Varian is able to rely on his support network. Feel free to make separate threads, team up with other players, thread hop, etc. Do what you like, and we can wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey it so it happened around the same time- to make it easier than players trying to keep to one concurrent thread! Go nuts! As always please hit me up on
teeeff for anything! ]]
What: Varian's final corrupted days, his beasthood turn and the aftermath. See his corruption/monster page HERE!
When: First 2 weeks of Jan- before the event.
Where: Around the city!
Content Warnings: Applicable content warnings go here. Mentions of death, corruption, dissociation.
Hope you've stocked up - Last days of corruption
Anyone who's close to Varian will have noticed his slow corruption growth over the last two months. By the time January rolls around, things have gotten worse instead of better. By now his skin is made of a thick, black rock. This same black rock has turned his teeth into sharp fangs and his nails into claws. two amber horns sprout out from his head, and his elbows and one remaining ankle have spurs of the same stuff- as is the tail he's since gotten, flicking nervously as he paces around- firey red eyes darting around furtively.
He'd largely been keeping himself out of sight, trying to handle this alone, but his hallucinations have driven him onwards. He stares at things seemingly only he can see. If he comes across you, he'll grip your arm tightly (sorry if those claws hurt, he's not even thinking about it). He points at an empty spot of nothing, worry on his face.
"Eugene!" you are definitely not Eugene, but it's clear that's who he's seeing right now. "We- we gotta deal with these rocks before they take over everything! There's...there's got to be a cavern around here somewhere so we can cut them off, right?"
It's a long night - Monsterdom (Gaze and surrounding area)
Regardless of how much or how little help he gets in his final days of corruption, eventually, Fern decides enough is enough and the best way to handle this is to Fistfight God. Which is to say, he goes off to confront The Tower about this and gets himself killed by Never Mind in the process. Varian got there too late, and being the driving reason behind his boyfriend dying again was the final nail in the coffin for him.
The transformation is quick and sharp, and what's left is a a ten-foot rock monster spewing fire everywhere. His leg is still missing in this form, at least, which should help anyone with a quick ID-check. Varian himself rages through the city, slamming against buildings and breathing fire at anyone foolish enough to come close. It's definitely attracting the attention of nearby hunters- so perhaps finding a way to talk him back down before there's another death today would be for the best?
Nothing good is meant to stay - Aftermath
Eventually, Varian lets his friends in, lets them talk him down and the best hood fades. Parts of corruption still cling to him- his skin is still an unhealthy grey colour and his nails aren't quite back to normal yet. He's also sitting in a ball on the floor- partly out of shock and partly because he can't go anywhere without his leg - if someone could fetch him that, that would be awesome.
Or perhaps you come to him in the days that follow. He mostly stays near the Disaster House in Cassandra, as he waits for Fern to come back to life. He can be found inside the house, or sometimes sitting on the front porch, people-watching. Though he's certainly not better yet, day by day the signs of corruption lessen. Any visitors will get a tired smile, he's still a little withdrawn, but he's getting there.
"H-hey, thanks for checking in," nothing has changed how awkward he is at least! "Um...how are you doing?"
Because obviously, you're here for him to check up on you. Obviously.
[[OOC: The monster battle is intended to be open to any CR who want to take part. No ONE character will be responsible for talking him down from monsterdom, it is intended to be a team effort- hammering home that Varian is able to rely on his support network. Feel free to make separate threads, team up with other players, thread hop, etc. Do what you like, and we can wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey it so it happened around the same time- to make it easier than players trying to keep to one concurrent thread! Go nuts! As always please hit me up on
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…I write songs. It helps sometimes when talking is too hard. [He shrugs uncomfortably, not entirely at ease with admitting that, but seeing it as needed in this moment.] There's more than one way to deal with stuff, maybe try keeping a journal or drawing… I dunno. I guess every little bit helps. [A nod.] Baby steps.
[He raises an eyebrow.] You trust him to make you hot cocoa even when he's in a mood like that?
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[Despite knowing it's drastically not good for him, he does tend to internalise. It's either all kept inside or he throws it all out there at once. He's not good at finding a happy, healthy medium. ]
I guess I have my alchemy, but I kind of get...perfectionist about it. [He sits back.] I haven't painted in a while. I might give that a try?
[At the hot cocoa comment, he laughs.]
Yeah, even if he's in a bad mood, he'd never do anything to hurt me.
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[There's words to music sure, but it's more like the music comes first and then allegory and metaphor and so on and so forth follows. An indirect expression that he wouldn't call words or trying to explain how he feels to someone. It's just for him. So he gets it, and he internalizes like no other as well.]
Painting sounds like it'd be totally up your alley. Good talent to have, too. I can't draw to save my life. [His eyes go wide as he realizes that and he clears his throat glancing away awkwardly.] Uh.. or yours, it seems like.
[Yeah, those drawings of his vision were pretty awful and didn't help at all… but his tone is just an awkward admission of fact, not getting down on it. Though he does feel rotten about it, he's not letting it on. He hopes.]
Weeeell, I wasn't thinking he'd poison you. You're sure he's never left a little raccoon fur in there?
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[Because he's going to encourage that, especially if it makes Lance feel even slightly better.]
H-hah, don't worry about it. You're not the only one who uh...had a vision. Orpheus had an entire song about it. None of it really worked, but I appreciate you trying all the same. And at least I didn't die? Though uh. Fern definitely did.
[He shifts, uneasy, trying not to think about it- Fern's death is what finally made him snap and he doesn't want that to happen again. ]
Uh...maybe? I never really noticed?
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[It must seem like a weird thing coming from a guy who likes to show off. And he's confident in his music, but it's something that's deeply personal, like showing a piece of his soul, and he's become more and more private and closed off about stuff like that.
Then he clears his throat and heaves a shallow breath.] Ah, yeah… I'm sorry you guys went through all that anyway.
[And he's fine leaving it there, knowing what it's like to not want to talk too much about that sort of painful thing. Then he shrugs, smiling slightly.]
Maybe it's time to pay a bit closer attention.
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Okay, that's fair.
[He lapses into quiet for a moment, fiddling with his hands. This had been a pretty harsh lesson in taking better care of himself- and how the consequences of not doing so could be...very dire. ]
It's... well, it is what it is. Live and learn.
[Or die and learn. Same difference here, really. He manages a little smile in return.]
Maybe. Though I think if racoon fur was gonna do me in, it would have happened already.
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Yeah. If you ever have more you wanna say or just wanna sit and say nothing at all… you know where to find me.
[It was Diluc who introduced the concept of just not talking to him. It was jarring and maybe not new but in that moment he'd been so inundated with people pushing him to explain himself, it was like he was being offered a glass of water after being closed into a tight cell without any for too long.]
Aaand you're just not grossed out at all at the idea you might've been drinking fur?
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...Thanks, Lance. I appreciate that. Sometimes I think you just need to...not speak while not being alone at the same time.
[And at least he's accepted that it's not selfish of him to accept help from others. There's still a sliver of guilt over it all, but he's doing better at acknowledging that it's okay. ]
I mean. I've definitely drunk worse?
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[Talking is usually his go-to, but he rarely ever says something of substance, he just knows that either people want to him to say something or demand answers or he feels compelled to fill a silence. It's been a huge adjustment and he doesn't always remember it's okay to not talk, it's not his natural state.]
…Do I even wanna know?
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[He sure prefers it most of the time. He throws Lance a wry smirk.]
I think the answer to that question is a solid no.
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[He joking… but also not at all. Silence is not really comfortable to him, it probably never will be. Just means he doesn't have to say anything deep and important or revealing.]
Right. Well, now I'm curious so thanks for that.
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[A little comfortable ribbing between friends is good!]
You're welcome! Enjoy the curiosity!
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[Then he looks aghast!]
Seriously?!
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Seriously~
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Well, fine. I don't need to know!