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Entry tags:
- arcane: jinx,
- cyberpunk 2077: johnny silverhand,
- fate/grand order: senji muramasa,
- fate/stay night: rin tohsaka,
- final fantasy xv: noctis,
- jujutsu kaisen: yuta okkotsu,
- kara no kyoukai: fujino asagami,
- lobotomy corporation: yesod,
- mobile suit gundam seed: dearka elthman,
- rise of the tmnt: donatello,
- the stormlight archive: kaladin
[text] @xXdarkwarriorXx
Who's the worst person you've met here and why? Pref an Outsider but if they've all been cool I'll open it up to whoever
I'm making a list
Bonus: if you guess a number between 1 and 100 and get closest to the one I'm thinking of I've got smth for you
I'm making a list
Bonus: if you guess a number between 1 and 100 and get closest to the one I'm thinking of I've got smth for you
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Silco! Storms— ( The man won't hear him from inside the washroom. So, Kaladin makes a swift exit, shoving open the stall door he'd been sitting against. )
Silco, your daughter is threatening to harm herself for your sake!
( snitches loudly all the way down the hallway............ )
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Oh, this wrench will do nicely. Do I start with the pinky or the thumb?
[ doop doop doop, no biggie. jinx is gonna splay her hand on the table. make sure the video can catch it all. she can't have people tell her she's lying or making it up. think about her reputation. ]
Hey, don't wander off! You'll miss the show!
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Silco!
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it's a drink and a smoke.
And maybe he's dressed down which just means no tie or vest but he's definitely in the middle of winding down when his head poked out from a door down the hallway, and he narrowed his eye, seeing The "storm" making its way toward him —
Oh godDAMMIT. ]
What now?
[ he did not hear his first appeal, or that it involved jinx ]
I'm busy, and I don't have time to play games right now.
[ He is NOT busy
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The expressions look remarkably similar. )
Jinx is trying to hurt herself—on your behalf. She's in her room. Come with me now; we can stop her if we hurry.
Jinx, put the wrench down. ( Kaladin, who adopts a faraway look as his focus shifts back to his implant and its live video call, leads the wrong way down the hall. ) You can't accept punishment on behalf of someone else—
( continued here... )
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I... I know it's hard. You're love each other. You've been through Damnation together, and you want us to recognize the good he's done for you. Please, let's just slow this down for a moment and talk.
Where are you?
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In my room, silly. Where else would I be?
And you're wrong, you know.
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I know exactly what Silco is. I was there. For all of it.
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[ back to cheery. ]
You are all 100% correct. That's one meannnn nasty guy! Don't put up with it! Kick him to the curb!
He can take it!
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But . . . you know. If being mean, being callous, being a shitty person is all it takes . . . we're all fucked. We are so fucked that it's crazy that you guys don't even see it.
END!
So let's go for the old fashioned punishment. It's a classic for a reason.
Bye bye pinky!
down for a 3-way? 😏 jinx>kaladin>silco?
( Said with a brief glance back at Silco, trying to lead him down the hall—in the wrong direction. )
You'd be breaking your fingers for nothing.
And do you even want this? Do their words truly sway you this much? Do mine?
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[ Kaladin got him out of his room, at least, but he's probably never seen a man age in real time like he does in this moment. Do you want to know why Silco has that badger stripe in his hair? It's a miracle he doesn't get several more spontaneously as he speaks. A part of him is suspicious — as always — but he very firmly closes the door to the room he's staying in behind him, a single eye closed as he calculates.
Or rather, his glowing eye flashes just a touch more, barely perceptible, before he sighed softly, and he starts walking in the right direction, barely giving Kaladin the time of day.
The problem is? Jinx will do it, just to prove a point. If she says she's going to do it, then she will, but he worries that either the implants will interfere, or worse. Someone else will.
His thin legs start chewing through the hallways, walking in the right direction. He doesn't text her, or say anything, because he's thinking. Thinking of distractions, steps to take, it's been so long since he's really done this, over years, and there's something like a stormcloud that crosses his face. He's angry. Not with her — could he ever give Jinx consequences to anything? — but with them. For upsetting her, for driving her to this. They can say whatever they want to him, but to do this?
Sorry Kaladin, he's moving fast. ]
1/??? SIGHS
Why not? People do it all the time. That's just the justice system! And you're the one who brought up accountability without even thinking it through! Which isn't very smart.
And it's not about the words, silly.
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It's what they'll become.
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so this place will come for them. for this. not even something real like the damage silco left in his wake. for the damage left in her. or even all the brutal things jinx has done.
it'll be this. their casual negligence and talk, their rough edges. their callouses and blisters. ]
END
I'm just doing what this place tells me to do. I'm punishing monsters.
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While they go quickly to Jinx's room, Kaladin keeps trying to talk to her. )
I care what you want. Storms, I care what he wants. Justice is exhaustive listening to all sides—to get to the root of a problem. Then changes can be made; words don't have to become bad.
Which room is she in? Are we close? ( An aside he makes to Silco, unwinded. He ducks through an archway in the hall of the dormitories. )
Jinx, we don't see eye-to-eye. Maybe we never will; we took different paths. But we can still listen to each other. Please don't hurt yourself.
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He keeps moving, muttering after a moment, because he keeps going, keeps talking, keeps trying to talk down Jinx? Who he knows that won't work on. ]
I'll tell you when we're there. Just... stop with this. I will take care of it.
[ Although... well, perhaps. An idea is forming. He isn't panicking. This can be fixed, even if she hurts herself. He is, however, walking fast, because he doesn't want this to be everywhere. ]
Stop trying to play all sides. [ He finally says, snapping over his shoulder. ] We don't care what you want.
[Finally, he rounds a corner. ]
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Jinx —
[ Stressed, just like always, but he doesn't approach just yet, careful, careful, always careful. ]
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Why are you here? I'm trying to make a point. This is all anyone wants. This is justice.
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For now.
He knows he's intruding on a private moment when Silco blows into Jinx's room. Now that he's been involved, however, and directly, he's an immovable pillar in the doorway. At nearly seven feet, Kaladin fills the frame he's in, towering over them.
And in contrast, his expression is the gentlest in the room. )
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She speaks of Justice, because that's all they want, isn't it? ]
And why give them the satisfaction? They aren't owed anything. From you or from me.
[ He doesn't care that they hate them. It's just proof that they wouldn't last a day in Zaun. He cares little for the opinions of any — most, he's forced to correct — Outsiders. The ones that he doesn't mind even say his name, because they know the way this game is played, and he likes it like that. ]
Their justice — [ He says with a sneer, a tip of his head backwards at Kaladin ] — is a salve over their own ineffectiveness.
Because none of them understand us, so they hate us. We've always known that Jinx. The only difference is here they will at least say it out loud, instead of with disgusted looks.
cw: mental illness
back to that quiet time with isha. with silly games and paints. where she could braid her hair and dance to music. but it's all gone, isn't it? she got silco back, but she lost all of that. there's never going to be another isha. there isn't going to be a sevika who will gruffly change her mind and shoot a chembaron for her. she's here and she's silco's and she wants that but —
but the whispers are back. they clamor around her head. he's right, they don't understand, they'll never understand, this is all they'll see, this is all it'll ever be. you're a jinx, jinx, jinx
"my sister is dead"
she lowers the wrench. it's all pointless, isn't it? there's nothing she can do. there's nothing. the rot in her lungs. the grey, cloying, cluttering it up. the shimmer in her veins, the insanity in the glint. she's this, forever and ever and ever
she grips at her hair. tugs at it. she wants to — she doesn't know what she wants because she's never going to get it. ]
I — I don't — Why?
Why won't they just say why?!
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Instead of blocking the door like before, he leaves it wide open. No one likes to feel caged in, and if he didn't at least give Jinx an exit, should she need one, he'd be no better than a jailer. )
I won't stand here and allow you to lie for convenience; I don't hate either of you, ( Kaladin says quietly. He will not raise his voice in this room, not when Jinx is experiencing a medical emergency. Taking his desire to be a trustworthy presence further, he lowers himself out of his considerable height and takes a knee.
His hands stay visible, held out but with his palms down. A gesture of calm. )
Easy...
Jinx, you're panicking, but I need you to know it'll pass, okay? All we want is to prevent you from hurting yourself. Is there something you find comforting I can get you right now?
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cw: suicide ideation
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wrap?