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[thecrowingtobe]

[If it gets past the 4th ring and he doesn't pick up it will go to answering machine.]

This is Claudio. Leave a message and I'll get back to you if I can.

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[mademyhell]

[Trauma's in something of a terrible mood by the time he gets home, and he drops his stuff at the door, before heading up to their room. He goes in and he looks kind of terrible. The way he does when he lets his head turn a few too many times on its own before checking in with the rest of the world. He's basically a cloud of angst and irritation.]

...Hey.

[And awkwardness. That too. ]

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[thecrowingtobe]

[Claudio has been laying out on the bed all this time, not daring to leave. He has drawings here and there, paper, images from things he doesn't want to know. A pile of papers crumbled up at the side.]

[When Trauma comes in he sits up, looking up at the ball of angst and irritation. He could tell he upset the guy, by going in and getting in trouble. He didn't MEAN to be recognized. He had stayed invisible the whole time! He's not really sure how they know he was there anyhow...]

...Hey.

[guilty face! oh god... he frowned, looking down] Look, it ain't a big deal. Nothing's going to come of it. It's just another name in a paper. They have no proof...

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[mademyhell]

[Trauma has stayee back against the door, and is pulling his 'no eye contact' bullshit. Which is pretty much the least useful thing he could do, but fuck you, he's got a right to do whatever the fuck he wants.....and not just because feeling mind controlled is making him feel contrary. No.]

Are you saying that because you want me to believe it, or cause that's what you actually think?

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[thecrowingtobe]

[Dio sat up more, a brow raised at that. He expected Trauma to be mad, yes. After all, to his name in the papers and all, but still... what was he on about?]

I just don't think it's that big of a deal. I'll lay low for a while. It's not a big deal...

[He's so clueless]

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[mademyhell]

[Trauma actually does look at him, to try and gauge what the fuck was going on and is almost irrationally pissed off when all he sees is confusion. It flickers across his face for a moment before he just closes off. Right. Fine. So it is going to be him.]

Okay. Fine.

[Trauma looks fairly closed off, but considering the fact that his eyes have gone red, it's pretty clear to see something is wrong, though he sounds more bitter than angry when he talks.]

Gonna ask this once.

.....What the hell did you do.

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[thecrowingtobe]

[Ooookay. That? That had him moving, standing up now. The red eyes, the sound of his voice. He looked more so confused then a moment before. Standing, coming nearer he had his hands raised up]

I swear. I didn't get hurt or nothing. Didn't hurt no one! I went there. Joined the group of them but they didn't even know I was there. Stayed invisible! I told you, I wouldn't drag anyone in with me. Couldn't get the gate open anyhow. So I went looking. Helped some girl out of a trap, but she didn't even see me. Seriously, man. There's no evidence that I was even there!

[Because, was that what this was all about? The news? He didn't know how they knew! maybe form his talking to Mary? He wasn't sure, but this wasn't at all reason to go red eyed]

Seriously. I'll lay low for a while. It'll blow over. Be fine. When I came back and said I was alright I wasn't fibbing. Nothing happened. I didn't do anything.

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[mademyhell]

That's not what I'm talking about! [There's a beat where Trauma pauses, because, yes. Still problematic.]...Still not happy about it, but not what I'm talking about.

[He takes a breath, and tries to calm down on autopilot because by now he tries his damnedest to not get angry or lose track of what he's doing. Power malfunctions are not in his plans. He wants to get through this conversation, damn it!]

What. The hell. Did you do. To me. I couldn't-[He cuts off, because now, he sounds like a crazy person. Fucking fuck.] Look....I didn't even know what happened, not really, until this morning.

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[thecrowingtobe]

[Well.]

[If he didn't look confused before, he did now.]

[And Terry didn't look.... okay. Mad, okay, but not about--wait, what?]

I didn't do anything to you? [No, really, he was fucking confused!] You came home, got mad at me. I got mad back. I told you like it was and what I was going to do and you didn't agree. We talked, I said I wouldn't drag anyone else in with me, and that was that. You let me go and I didn't get killed.

You.. don't remember that? Dude, I almost fucking hit you till those ninja reflexes kicked in.

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[mademyhell]

I didn't remember it happened. At all.

I...I think I even tried to find it, figure out what was going on? And it's like I couldn't. I had no idea. [Trauma is still red eyed, though he looks a little less mad and a little closer to confused, too.] And then when I saw the article, I remembered.

So...What the hell happened?

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[thecrowingtobe]

[god, none of what he was saying made sense...]

Remember what!? What the hell do you think happened, because I have no damn clue what you're talking about! I just told you what happened. I was talking to Mary. I got up to leave. You stopped me. We talked. You told me no, I said fuck you. You told me I wasn't thinking and I said I got it under control. We agreed and I left. End of story. How is that so hard to understand?

[frustrated in his confusion]

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[mademyhell]

In what universe would I have agreed?

[And this is the part that is bothering him, because if nothing else, he knows he would've followed to play getaway car or to keep an eye on things or something. So why the hell didn't he? He knows himself, and he knows there was something wrong.]

Think about it. When have I ever agreed to stupid shit like that? When? Especially that fucking easy.

So. What the fuck happened.

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[thecrowingtobe]

You call that easy!? [his voice was louder, more surprised and a bit indignant] I don't know, maybe thought you might have trusted me for once?

I don't fuckin' know. We stood here and talked about it forever. I didn't want to get there any later then you were already making me.

I don't know what the fuck happened! I already said, we talked and that was that. You didn't freak out on me for a change.

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[mademyhell]

[Trauma just gives him a look that basically amounts to 'oh really' and he just leans back against the door.]

It was a stupid move then, it's still a stupid move looking back on it. Those people have it in for you. [He sort of gains momentum as he goes, because fuck this shit.] Who knows, there might be some fucking law where they still own you and getting yourself on their radar is stupid.

[There's a beat, and he continues because Goddamn it, this is a point too, even if he doesn't want to get into a tactics argument about the stupid plan where things went wrong just like he said they would anyway.]

And Tactically what you were planning was more dangerous than what the group was. Which...also stupid. And. If you call me pointing that out because I give a shit "not trusting you" and "making you late", that sounds like your own problem.

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[thecrowingtobe]

[And here he was about to do the adult thing... which was to look annoyed, roll his eyes, cross his arms, pace a bit, and then give up by throwing his arms up in the air and growling a bit]

Fuck, I don't want to get into the many, many ways that I am completely stupid. I'm actually, stupidly, more interested in why you say you don't remember anything. You come in here going all red eyed and mad at me and I didn't do anything that you weren't there for!

[He moved to flop down on the end of the bed, elbows propped on his knees, looking upset, annoyed and confused] I get it. Personal problems. Don't make excuses. Don't whine about shit. Fine. But I'd be more concerned about you not remembering that argument then anything else.

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[mademyhell]

Don't.

[Trauma rolls his eyes because the overdramatic crap is crap, at least as far as Trauma is concerned.He crosses his arms and glares. Coping mechanisms are what they are.]

I don't know, okay? Point is, I didn't agree. Why the fuck would I just give up? And It's not that I didn't remember the argument. I didn't remember the whole thing. I didn't remember you'd gone. At all.

[Aaaaaand memory lapses are a problem, and would be scarier if he didn't suddenly remember it all as of this morning.]

And then it came back.

[Pause.]

That doesn't happen.

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[thecrowingtobe]

[It was Dio's turn to be the man if few words right now. He sat there, leaning on his knees, glaring at the ground, because he was in an argument and he wasn't even CLEAR on what the hell he DID this time other then go off to be stupid at the grounds, which Terry already said wasn't the main problem but---]

[But what? He was frustrated, rubbing his head now.] I thought you said you didn't remember? Now you do? So if you remember why not tell me what I did to make you so pissed at me.

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[mademyhell]

Claudio, I didn't remember anything after that fucking conversation.

[Trauma throws up his arms, because this makes him sound fucking crazy and he's not.]

I wouldn't have agreed, and then suddenly I do, and magically don't remember any of it until after everything's over.

So. What the fuck happened.

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[thecrowingtobe]

I don't know what happened! [This? This as yelled. Frustrated, but also worried. He even looked it, worried that he did something and didn't remember now too. Maybe he did land a blow? Hit him? What the hell happened?]

You keep saying you didn't remember but then you remember it this afternoon? So what the hell did you remember this afternoon? Because I didn't DO a god damn thing!

[And do you want to make it worse? Because it was about to get worse. There was a sudden pause as he wasn't looking at Trauma anymore, but eyes flicked off to the left, up, as if looking at a tall person. Though he tore his eyes off him a moment later by throwing his hands over his head and rubbing his face. No. Now was not the TIME for that. He refused to see that figure at this moment in fucking time.]

I didn't do anything. [he mumbled into his hands, not looking at anything now...]

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[mademyhell]

I-I don't know.

[He pauses, because trying to remember is hard, okay? And it makes his head hurt, and he's got enough extra stuff in his head without dealing with this crap. There's a gap, and it's all fuzzy as hell. The more he thinks about it, the more it escapes. What the fuck. Despite getting everything else back, most of that conversation is gone, at least at the moment. The color leaches from the area for a moment and he lets out a breath. The color rushes back and he finally has the correct eye color for the first time in the conversation]

I know everything now, except whatever the hell happened that-....That kind of shit doesn't happen.

[Trauma's eyes narrow and his flick up to match because that's a bad sign.]

You're the only other person who was there, and I want to know what the hell happened to me.

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[thecrowingtobe]

I didn't DO anything to you! [he protested again, but it was harder to focus on Terry as someone else was standing there talking to him. He kept his head down, not looking at anything, hands and arms sliding over his head to press them down in his knees, growling]

I didn't do anything to you. I just told you what I was doing! I said I wouldn't get in no trouble--N-no! I didn't do anything to him!

[Trauma didn't see the figure standing over Dio, talking to him. Trying to explain, but Dio wasn't having it. That last comment was a slip and a complaint to Coheed, not Trauma, but as he realized he was losing it he moved to stand again, wanting to bolt. In a bit of a desperate voice he spoke to Trauma]

I gotta get out of here. Please, Ter... I... [His eyes flicked to something to Terry's left and he looked as if he lost a lot of blood suddenly, going pale.]

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[mademyhell]

[Terry jumps because Jesus fucking Christ, that will never not scare the everloving shit out of him. (You'd think seeing enough people he cares about do this sort of thing and he'd be used to it, but no.) He immediately goes closer to try and stop him because that doesn't solve anything.]

Hey. It's- Claudio, it's fine. It's-

[Terry tries hard to get eye contact, and either way, he grabs hold of Claudio's shoulders because letting him run away and freak the fuck out by himself never works.]

Trust me. Okay? It's fine.

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[thecrowingtobe]

[He hated his father. He hated more then ever that no one ELSE could see or hear him. He knew he looked crazy, and he wasn't sure if he WAS or not. He can't remember if he had told Trauma about seeing the guy now, but it didn't matter, cus Trauma can't hear him either. Cant see him. Can only see when Claudio is going insane.]

[He wanted to leave, though he knew it would do no good. The man would follow, no matter where he went to hide. With Terry's hands on his shoulder he blinked, staring at him instead, then looking just as upset as a moment before]

N-No. No it's not fine! It's not fine at all! I did do it. [He said, and raised his hands up to rub his face roughly.] I made you forget...

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[mademyhell]

[Terry can feel his own urge to panic, and fought it back. Someone had to be sane here, and so he's got to be it. This is a pretty extreme version of Claudio's usual issues, he just tries to keep his voice level and calm because what the hell is going on.]

Trust me. I'm fine, we're both fine. It's okay.

[Terry is pretty sure the whole 'forgetting' thing is actually Claudio's fault, but that doesn't matter, they can deal with that after he's calmer.]

If you did, then we can figure it out later, but you need to calm down.

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[thecrowingtobe]

[it is. Perhaps he should have confessed to Trauma at some point that it had gotten worse... that he was SEEING the man now, not just hearing him. Then again... he was sure he was thought of as crazy as it was. he didn't want to add to it, but times like these it was hard not to act insane.]

[After all, Coheed was standing right there, staring at him, explaining to him what was going on. It was the Crowing. It was what he was. He can't fight it. He has to go back home and use that to their advantage. Figure it out now so he's ready for it then.]

[He realized Trauma was telling him it was okay. but he shook his head, trying to ignore his father talking to him. God he hated that man in the past few years...]

No, its NOT okay! [he was focused on Trauma now, both hands came up to wrap around the others wrists as his hands rested on his shoulders, not letting him run. Dio held on to him, fingers tight but not painful.]

It's not okay, Ter. It's not. It's gotten worse and now it seems to be going farther! You don't got some ghost of your father popping up in front of you telling you what a freak you are. It's not just a voice anymore. It's a full ghosting figure of his god damn ugly self. Standing there, right there telling me shit I don't want to hear.

It's the Crowing, he says, and either I got some fucked up powers or I'm fucking insane and I don't want to deal with it but I did do something to you and that's fucked up! And---No! Go the hell away! I don't want to deal with you anymore!

[Yeah, when he's older, alone forever, he slips into talking to the figure like this, often, and easy. He's young now, and already doing it, but only when he was angry.--Thankfully though, as he glanced off at the Father again, he was gone, leaving Terry and Dio alone for a moment.]

[Leaving Dio suddenly very tired, hand moving from a wrist to cover his own face, looking down] Fuck...

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[mademyhell]

[Terry just lets him vent, watching him go from panicked and manic, to tired and lost. It's...hard to watch is an understatement, and Trauma can't help but flinch at the shout because even though he can't feel it, it's not hard to tell how fucking freaked Claudio is. He'd have shifted by now, and he knows it. Small fucking miracles, right?

Terry starts to wonder, really, what made him so sure there was a problem here. He could've handled his crap differently and maybe- Fuck. No. Not the point.

He wraps the free hand around the back of Claudio's neck, trying to get him grounded, somehow. ]

If I say whatever happened is fine, it's fine. Listen to me, okay?

[Terry tries his hardest to get some kind of sincerity across because, while he sucks at this kind of thing, he's been on the other end of this realization, and it sucks. (Why the fuck couldn't he just believe it was an accident.)]

You're not insane. Whatever thing on the fucked up power roulette you ended up with, we'll figure it out. Okay?

[And Terry just ends up in a loop of sort of mindless repeating of the same ideas to try and get him to calm the fuck down and stay there.]

Powers can be trained. It's nothing. I promise.