thecrowingtobe | Open RP Post

Newo had showed up in the ball field, in her PJs with her dog looped around her. She’d been giving scratched and loves to him for the morning, eyes still puffy and red. Her life had been twisted upside down. Not only had she lost Claudio, his entire family, who she really loved too, but a monster crashed into her home and a woman of blue saved her.

In short, everything was a mess.

Only it was more of a mess now that she had just -appeared- out of nowhere in a new location. People had come to help her inside. They told her what was going on, why it was going on, and what she could do about it, and more importantly, what she can’t.

What she can’t do is go home.

What she can do is find people and settle in until she CAN go home.

Sounds pretty shitty actually.

On the network, a device they told her could contact others, she did as they said, letting them prompt her a bit. Hello, my name is Newo and I just arrived’ kind of thing. She asked for her parents, she mentioned locations, her school, creatures and... Claudio.

At first she didn’t think it would help any.

Then a girl, (Jubliee?) had spoken up. And a older man who gave her vast information. The girl offered to meet with her. Offered her a safe space to live and stay, and told her more about the area and the night. Newo was ever so grateful, but...

They each knew Claudio (as did a few others that spoke up), and she had so many questions. Meeting with the girl she walked with her through the streets to the home, but she couldn’t hold in her questions about her love.

Jubilee gave her a bit to go on, and said she knew where he lived but... she might want to brace herself, because it had been years.

It had been a good 9 hours since she arrived. She had a place. She had a bed. Apallo came with them, and Jubliee said she would be in the bar down the street, but she pointed the house out to her.

Climbing the steps she stood there, looking at the time. There was 4 hours before she needed to meet the girl again to get home safe, or say she was staying here. Four and a half hours before going inside to be safe again.

That’s a lot of time, but not.

Her hand raised, knuckles wrapped four time then... cautiously drew back. Years, she told her. It didn’t... sound right. She’d just kissed him a few days ago. He left her a note. One she’d kept with her since she found it.

He should be dead.

She had hoped he was alive, but with everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure at all. A fear of the Onstantine Priest that crashed into her home to try and kill her was new and close to the surface. It was the prominent fear there, though there were others as well, like finding Claudio dead, his note to her, this place, this new place, not knowing where she was, the new information that she was.... that he was... he’d been here for four something years. Slavers. Bad people. Priests. That part was the one that kept popping up in the back of her mind, in her fears.

That and Claudio...

But he was here instead of dead.

Newo seemed to be holding her breath as she waited at the door, her dog... their dog, wagging near her hip, watchful, waiting, good.

There was nothing at all okay with this situation, and at the moment she felt super nervous and a little more than uncomfortable. What if he doesn’t recognize her. What if he’d forgotten her. What if he didn’t want to see her at all. Could he be married? Missing an eye? Sickly and dying or... or happy. Was he happy without her. She’d be a teen ager to him, even if it was just a couple of years. . .

Edited 2014-09-12 07:05 (UTC)

Trauma had been completely distracted recently, partly because with Jinx and Gabriel's wedding and partly with school, but that hadn't stopped the fact that things had been...They'd been off.

He'd not been quite able to say what it was, but there was some kind of horrific awkwardness since the last time he'd died. It had taken about two weeks for Claudio to start treating him even remotely normally, and it made him kind of want to go hide in the corner of the attic until things stopped being so fucking weird.

But he couldn't. And he'd had to play human.

Then the wedding had come up and if it was possible for Claudio to act more like he wasn't willing to deal with Terry's existence, he wasn't sure how. Trauma might not have been able to sense him but he could tell something was wrong. He knew him that well...or he had. Honestly Trauma was starting to doubt that and he didn't know what to do about it.

Things were so off that Jinx had pulled him aside, and asked if everything would be okay while she and Gabriel were gone.

He'd pretended not to know what she was talking about.

Trauma had gone up to the attic, and was basically hiding in his corner again when he got a text from Jinx. She said something about being blissful and alright and he ran his thumb over the NV, thinking. He went to send something to Claudio about the text when he realized how little they'd talked since his death. It was pathetic how much that really hurt. So, he scrolled up to try and find the last thing that hadn't been a two word response.

And paused.

'Do I have to apologize for dying now'

....What?

Trauma read through the short conversation, once, twice, and a third time still, his eyes flickering as he fell into confusion.

(Iwasn'tavoidingyou-because I was mad .........-ou cause... because I think... -IthinkIloveyou and you scared-)

He could remember, suddenly in fits, and starts, and the color flooded out of the area as Trauma's stomach dropped.

What. What the hell?

He closed his eyes and sat back, tying to catch up with the memory as it tried to get away again.

"Holy shit"

Trauma got up, holding the NV, and still staring at it before wandering into their room to find Claudio going through something in their room. Lucky for once that he was here.

"What the fuck." Trauma said, eyes glowing bright and the area drained of all color.

Claudio pushed Trauma over and settled over top of him, knees on either side and hands sliding over the others upper arms, holding him down in a very light grip (easy to pull away from). He grinned like a devil then leaned down to kiss him again, nudging his chin down to deepen the kiss.

It was all innocent, for now, and he just wanted a moment alone with Trauma.

A moment alone that turned into a moment as. As Trauma.

He’s not sure what happened. Later they would learn that a powerful being had a malfunction and powers backfired. ANyone who was touching a single other person swapped bodies, mentally moving to a new body is all. the mutant would be taken down, and news would say that because of her death they don’t know how to put people back. But for now? Trauma and Claudio switched.

Which was strange because one moment he was kissing the other, and the next he felt a weight on him and being kissed. He blinked his eyes, hands coming up to grip Terry’s sides, as if to stop him and take over again, but he paused he looked up to himself. Talk about out of body experiences.

For the first second he let out such a startled sound that he didn’t hear anything going on around them. Nothing at all. He just stared up at himself in wide eyed shock.

It had been a long day for the city of Siren's port. The rioting in the streets had gotten particularly bad in the AGI sector and normally that was enough for most people to stay out of the way, but Terry had been in school at the time, and honestly he hadn't been sure what was going on when they first put the school into lockdown, tech blocking went on, and magic shields went up, leaving them with their in house communications, and leaving those attacking without any way to communicate either.

He and Casey had been trying to wrangle who had shown up when their professor called in saying he was stuck, and then when the intercom had told them all to lock down, turn out the lights and hide. Their building was one made of small red brick, and it was housed near the edge of campus, making it one of the first targets for the anti-AGI crowd. The fear in the class had been far too easy to latch onto and so Trauma had stayed silent while Casey tried to calm everyone, she was in general a nicer person and her eyes were backlit as she counted everyone over to make sure who they had and who wasn't there, the clip board floating along next to her as she looked it over.

Trauma himself stayed by the door, tracking other people in the area, grey and red eyed. When they finally got signal to try and escape, he was the first out, testing the water.

This turned out to be a horrific idea, and his stomach dropped as something burned across his arm, his vision whiting out for a moment, The shooter was only a bit off, a plastic mask over his face and advancing, two others behind him, ice flowing up the wall from the woman trailing along behind.

-Bats, embedded from some B- movie when he was six, hiding in his older sister's shoulder, always lurking in the back of his mind-

Trauma's mind rattled through the mess he received, hearing Casey shout for him and feeling the sweep of panic from those above, below, and in the classroom. Trauma hated swarms, but he wasn't beyond using them, and he wasn't sure what he was saying as he spoke, the disconnected stream of fear spouting as he shifted over. The shooter screamed as the swarm descended on him, tearing at the edges of his clothing and skin. It didn't take long for the masked man to run and when Terry came back, reassembling in parts, he was red eyed. The second man burning alive seemed to be trying to drag off the woman who was loss of powers, control, flying, heights, anything she couldn't see or touch.. She almost instantly tried to freeze him in place, spikes shooting past him before ice wrapped around his foot and holding him in place, closing in around it so hard it felt like the bones were creaking. With the shooter gone, Trauma's ability to swarm left with him unless he wanted to search for another, so improvising. He could do that. Trauma let them come together in something similar, flames licking up the walls suddenly in a sweep of power that Trauma hadn't totally intended to call, and the ice began to melt, letting him free and the nearby doors openable once again. They both began to back up, and Trauma tried to focus on keeping things controlled as he pushed back against them, making them retreat. When they were gone, he was left, cold and in pain, dripping blood on the floor.

Casey shouted for him again, and he felt an invisible force tugging on the back of his collar. Casey. Right. Trauma backed into the room, locking the door behind him.

He and Casey sat with their backs to the door for almost a half hour after that, her trying to brace the door with telekinesis and him trying to keep an eye on what was happening even though his arm hurt like hell. Casey had used a scarf to wrap his arm that she'd stolen from one of the students. No one got through, but they tried. At one point Casey threw someone back through the door and another the howl of a wolf from Trauma's transformed mouth was enough to make them run. Altogether, it was enough to make Terry half sick, feeling it when they moved forward, or ignored them.

They students mostly stayed calm, though it was mostly through a freshman with the ability to control large crowds through her emotions, reaching out at taking charge, sending out a calming field wide enough to hold most of them. If Terry had any say, after this she was somehow getting recognized and Casey agreed. It took another hour for the school to send them another message in the form of a staff member they knew knocking on the door, with a cut above her eye and a huge smile, telling them that AGI had things under control and thank god they were okay.

Trauma thought, for the record, that Chuck had very little to do with it, thanks.

The count for how long they'd been there was somewhere around six hours, and everywhere there were emergency services. It was enough to send Trauma over the edge, so even with the pain in his arm and the probable need for a statement, Terry left, sliding out the moment everyone began paying attention to the communications class that hadn't had any defensive abilities and had six injured. He didn't want to be in the hospital, he wanted to be home, and away from people who were terrified and hurting and he just needed quiet before something imploded and he ended up hurting someone. He told Casey, though, who was bright eyed and clinging to Trish who'd been in the math's building two over and Ellis who seemed to be punch drunk from a fight with another student who had tried to drag the people in his class into the hall to fight the rioters. They hadn't gone thanks to Ellis taking charge, but honestly they both looked easily as beaten up as he was. When Anna finally got there, with Mike in tow from the dorms they offered him a ride home. Casey had spent the whole time trying to convince all of them to go to a clinic or something but with things as they were, Trish and Terry both veto'd the idea. (Though really, the only one aware of how bad off Terry was, was casey and he was sure if she'd explained further, Trish would've dragged him by the ear. Casey's face meant he'd be hearing about it later but fuck this, he was going home.)

He didn't turn his NV back on immediately, falling asleep in the car against the window, not thinking of it until he was almost at the door home. Terry cracked open the door and sliding in, sensing no one and so knowing, at least, Jinx and Gabriel (And Red, but who knew about him) weren't there. Owen didn't immediately tackle him, so he almost thought things were well enough, and that maybe he could hope to get himself taken care of before anyone saw him. He was already light headed and didn't want to try and focus on what had happened now that the adrenaline was officially dead and he could only focus on himself, and that meant pain.

And came almost immediately to the conclusion that the hospital might've been a good idea.

And so there Terry was, just inside the garage door, arm wrapped in a scarf to keep it close to his chest and from bleeding everywhere, pale, with a sweep of blood over his eye and across his nose from an ice spike he'd missed. He looked easily as bad as he felt, and he felt terrible.

Edited 2014-11-26 22:00 (UTC)

SP AU: Year 4.5 - Newo Appears

SP AU: Memory problems

SP AU Body Swap

Sp AU- AGI riots are a riot.