IC Contact - New

[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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[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.

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[thecrowingtobe]

[the venting was good, and the grounding arm around his shoulders helped, a lot. Hell, he hadn't disappeared yet, which is generally the best way for him to deal with anything. Drop off, sneak out, drink some beer in a dark corner of a bar and hope no one bothers him.]

[Seriously, best boyfriend, even if this conversation made him feel extremely guilty because one? You don't fuck with the memory of those you love. Two? You don't fuck with memory, at all. It's messed up and he doesn't LIKE This power. At all.]

[He leaned a bit, into the arm around his shoulders, his free hand pressing into his face harder.]

invisible, sure, that's fine. Intangible is great. Couldn't I have stayed with that? Then I got some fucking raising of the dead in day one and didn't even know it. I can throw a fucking car with a push of a hand. I keep getting these images... of my future, and I got a fucking Ghost father nattering at me over everything. Now I can be the worst of fucking people and rewrite your memory? Did you know I can block bullets now too? Some green glow and bam, fling a bullet off somewhere else.

This fucked up powers game isn't ending and I hate it, Terry. I fucking hate it. [and he sounds the most miserable at this last part] And this? This new shit? Makes me hate it even more. Just let me fucking be normal and I'd die happy.

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[mademyhell]

[Well. Officially in a land Terry knows all too well. Really too well. It's probably good Claudio can't see him right at the moment because he knows he doesn't counter the stricken look fast enough, and can't quite get back to normal or something approaching it fast enough. Sometimes, he remembers how alike they can be, and sometimes, that just fucking hurts.

He wouldn't wish the way he feels on anybody.]

My mom's in a mental hospital. Because of me. [It's out before he really knows he's said it, and he knows, with as close as they are, Claudio can probably feel him tense up. But now that he's started, he keeps going because he knows how this feels. These kinds of fuck ups, they always happen to the people you're close to. Like when he attacked Jinx. Like with mom. Hell, when the powers went batshit, he'd attacked Claudio, too. So yeah. He knew.] We...We were fighting. Over something stupid. Lost control. Showed her what she was-.....woke up, and she wouldn't stop screaming.

[His voice cracks, and he stops, because, that's not the point. That's not the fucking point. It's not about a fucking pity party. He doesn't deserve it. Facts. Continue. Right. He sounds a little less stable as he goes on, though he does recover.]

What I've got? It's dangerous. It can- There's nothing good in this. And if I can train it, so can you. Now you know it's there, and we just figure it out. Like you'd train anything else.

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[thecrowingtobe]

[He had a lot rattling around in his head. Guilt mostly. Annoyance at his powers. At the problems they cause. At the fact that he seemed insane because of them and what the hell did it mean that he could see his fathers ghost and--]

[And something Trauma said caught his attention so hard that he went blank, blinking over at Trauma. Well... now he understood why Terry reacted so strongly to him calling himself insane. He blinked, silent for a moment, just letting him talk. He sounds unstable, but Claudio could understand. He himself was a mama's boy, so the fact that Trauma had... well... to his mom was heart breaking.]

[And this was something he had never head before as well! He wasn't sure what to say, just stared at him in surprise about it. Sadness.]

[Training though. He was talking about training powers. Claudio shifted, uncomfortable for a moment, but then ave a small barely there nod. He leaned forward, catching the others lips for a chaste but lingering kiss, before drawing back, stepping away a bit, and rubbing the back of his head.]

I'm sorry. About... what's happened with you... and your mom. I'm sorry for fucking with your mind too. [His apologies seemed.... flat to his ears though, after that. He bitched about his powers but out of the two of them he felt his were the better power. After all, Trauma had a great power but it was really... tough too.]

[the fight was out of him now, looking down at nothing.] Just... another thing I need to learn to control. I've got a horrible short temper and a shitty power that needs a lot of control. That's not a good mix. At least you seem to understand self control now.

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[mademyhell]

[Terry hadn't even realized quite how tense he'd gotten, how hard it had been to say all of that, until he'd gotten through it. He just felt awkward and kind of raw, and even though he leaned in to the kiss, he was sort of glad for the space after. People. Still not great with people. (Even if he'd sort of decided that Claudio didn't really count as people in that sense. Still. ) He'd closed his eyes to sort of get a hold of his brain and what the fuck he was doing, and when he opened them, once again realized he'd completely lost any real chance at eye contact for the moment. But that was okay. Claudio was sort of shit at dealing with people, too. Made things easier.]

I said, it's fine. I get it. I'm not-[Liar. Try again.]...mad about that. [Better. And yes, he did completely pretend as if he'd missed the first part of the apology. Just another thing a bit to hard to deal with. Apologizing to him wouldn't fix anything. Trauma's fault, anyway.]

Mine was-[No. Trying for honesty. Let's keep with that.]....is. Pretty bad. So temper's got nothing to do with it. Just have to work at it. It's not going to be perfect, but we should be able to figure out triggers. Shit like that.

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[thecrowingtobe]

[He knew him well enough to know that something that serious would need a bit of space. Or at least... if that was him he'd want space and not someone haning too close. He'd let the other invade space when he wanted to, bu Claudio moved to sit again on the end of the bed, both arms wrapped around one leg, leaning on the knee.]

[Yeah, he was pretty much shit with people and interacting with them. Dealing with them. It is why, in his future, in his proper time line, he's a hermit for ten years. But that is beside the point. And no, he doesn't show off those drawins. He's actually crumpled up a few of them.]

[He let out a deep sigh, letting his shoulders melt a bit and he curled up there, at the edge of the bed, staring at Terry's shoes. He had no idea what to say. He still felt such heavy guilt well up inside him over this. Memories! You don't fuck with memories! It's---Oh, it hit him. He groaned, sliding his hands up over his head tightly.]

Figure out triggers. What starts it. Why? How? I mean I didn't actually THINK I wanted you to do what I wanted, I don't think. But... [another groan] This one... this one maybe we should talk to Jinx and Gabe about. Or, you know, anyone else that might at some point trust me and wont here pretty soon...

[see? He was good.. he wasn't going to poke more at Trauma's confession..... right now. And he hadn't made mention about feeling crazy right now!]

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[mademyhell]

[Despite Terry's personal issues, there was only so long he was able to stand there, before he rolled his eyes and went to drop down next to him. Despite what Claudio seemed to think, Terry was fairly sure they could get this under control. Gabriel wasn't totally useless, and Jinx was another expert on unhelpful powers. Between them he was sure they all had it covered.]

Probably thought you could convince me? I don't know. .....

[And then Terry sighs like the put upon person that he is, and bumps shoulders with Claudio to get his attention.]

I trust you. They will too. Relax. There are worse ways to find this crap out....[There's a pause, and the next part may be a joke. It's hard to tell.] Still going to have to talk about not ever asking why weren't having the conversation about the hunting grounds field trip.