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Watch out for the blue-eyed fuckers on the streets, they're dangerous. Not gonna be around for a week, so you make sure you and Raleigh watch each other's backs while I'm gone. Keep Max inside.
[ what the hell. Chuck has NO idea what this is when he finds it on his door, then he laughs, and it makes him a little giddy. He's...never really had friends before here.
he'll shoot off a text to her when he sees it. ]
was this note on my door with the pink hearts and bunnies from you?
[This one's been looking for him, too, he knows. It's not hard to figure out, especially when you're curious to see how the resurrection process goes for the people you've murdered. It's fascinating, in a way. He's brought back Sam more times than he can count on his hands, he's pretty sure, but this... an entirely different method. It's not just plucking a soul out of air and shoving it back into a body, mending it good as new as you do it.
Anyway, some humans are trying to find him, and we can't just have them empty-handed completely, can we? So sure, fine. He'll come dreamwalking. Just to scope out the mind of whatever hairless ape has the thirst for blood in his direction. This one's brain is a mess. Really, just a mess, with plenty of nightmares to spare.
There's people screaming, children screaming; the school is burning, where's his mum? He could hear it, the kaiju was close, roaring and clawing and spilling blood -- so much red, laying waste and toxic kaiju blue splashing the buildings and corrupting and destroying the pristine waters of the bay --
Helicopters, he's in a helicopter and he can see Sydney burning, specifically the side of town Mum's on, go back, go back, you can't leave her like that, she's gonna die, she's gonna die--
Lucifer rolls his eyes, prefers to enjoy the sights of these magnificent, bizarre beasts leaving destruction in their wake.
He did find a dog, though.
He doesn't particularly dislike dogs.
He'll sit and give the little creature a few eerily kind scratches behind the ears, kneeling where the dream begins to reform — where Chuck will find him, at ease, too peaceful, not a care in the world about the ire that will come from this meeting. Poor dream Max, he really hasn't a clue that the hands administering pets has killed billions of people, directly and indirectly.]
Nice pet... A bit disfigured by human influence, but I'll admit, it's an endearing sort of face.
Chuck's sleeping fitfully, tossing and turning, twisting in the bed. Raleigh's an insomniac and probably not even in bed, so thank God for small favors. He won't wake up the already sleep deprived boyfriend.
But Christ, fuck this dream already. He's so tired of this nightmare, of the screams and fear and devastation. He remembers it so clearly, like it was yesterday. Likely because Herc remembered it, too, and whenever they stepped into the drift, it was just a refresher course.
Every single time.
It doesn't end how it usually does, though. Chuck's pulled in another direction tonight, one where he sees his dog being touched by that piece of shit. ]
[ Okay, Wu. You've done this a few times now. You can do it. You can actually say something useful. ]
Um, thank you. For helping Mako. I, I'm really sorry I put you three through all of that. That you went through all of that. But I'm glad that you were there for him. And for me.
I'm back now. Clearly. This deathflu thing sure is awful, but it beats being a stiff!
[ Is that funny? Is this something to joke about? Wu has no idea. He's never died before. ]
[Firstly, sorry your and Raleigh's house collapsed. That's rough, buddy.
But Woody is nothing if not determined in his seeking out his usual company. Which is to say... There is a very tiny knock at the door of Chuck's current residence. Did Sheriff Woodrow Pride intentionally wander off into the mist to deliver some packed lunches for particular people around town?
You betcha.
Please answer, he's got food in his small toy wagon.
It's made with love.
Also, Babyface and Legs have joined him. They're riding in the wagon, because they want to be helpful, too.]
[ Urgh Woody you bring the creepiest toys with you, man.
Raleigh's house down the road is in shambles, but Chuck's is still standing, somehow - for now, but with all the bullshit going on, they're in Wu's mansion, so Woody's lucky it's Chuck that hears him and answers the door because there's a lot of people in here right now. He baaaarely hears the tiny tap, brow furrowing as he goes to open the door to...well.
Nothing, he thinks. But then he looks down, and lifts a brow, because what the hell are you doing out in this shit, dude?! ]
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[ There's the sound of crashing waves in the background. A long silence and then clearing of the throat. ]
If you're hearing this, Chuck, it means I'm gone. The sea... I don't know what it is, but it's calling me, and I can't get it out of my head.
I just... I didn't get a chance to tell you everything the last time, right?
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I'm proud of you. You're a far better man than I could ever be. I'm sorry I never said as much. But you know how it goes when you Drift with someone for so long...
I'm happy for you and Raleigh. Take good care of each other, and if he pisses you off? I expect you to talk it out before beating the living daylights outta him.
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The Striker suit from Deerington's at my place... Don't step into it. The damn thing's cursed and I don't want you to go through what it can do to your head. Destroy it if you can.
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Bringing Max if you don't mind.
Make fun of me all you want but my post about potatoes is paying off.
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[ sorry, that goes to voicemail first time. he’s busy ]
Text; UN R.BECKET
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Text; UN R.BECKET Late Dec
Your dad just asked me to come over. Took the ATV, back soon.
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Break his nose again for me.text; un: wuwho; February 11th
How are you? I haven't seen you in a while. And the town has been oddly quiet? For Deerington, I suppose.
[ IE: can I come hang out, pretty please? ]
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was this note on my door with the pink hearts and bunnies from you?Text;
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text; un: eames (while he's dealing with raleigh LMAO)
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text; un: wuwho
Go talk to him. And don't let him keep you away from your friends.
Something is wrong with Mako too.
Re: text; un: wuwho
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I have to tell you something
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pre-april-1st dreamwalking :))))
Anyway, some humans are trying to find him, and we can't just have them empty-handed completely, can we? So sure, fine. He'll come dreamwalking. Just to scope out the mind of whatever hairless ape has the thirst for blood in his direction. This one's brain is a mess. Really, just a mess, with plenty of nightmares to spare.
There's people screaming, children screaming; the school is burning, where's his mum? He could hear it, the kaiju was close, roaring and clawing and spilling blood -- so much red, laying waste and toxic kaiju blue splashing the buildings and corrupting and destroying the pristine waters of the bay --
Helicopters, he's in a helicopter and he can see Sydney burning, specifically the side of town Mum's on, go back, go back, you can't leave her like that, she's gonna die, she's gonna die--
Lucifer rolls his eyes, prefers to enjoy the sights of these magnificent, bizarre beasts leaving destruction in their wake.
He did find a dog, though.
He doesn't particularly dislike dogs.
He'll sit and give the little creature a few eerily kind scratches behind the ears, kneeling where the dream begins to reform — where Chuck will find him, at ease, too peaceful, not a care in the world about the ire that will come from this meeting. Poor dream Max, he really hasn't a clue that the hands administering pets has killed billions of people, directly and indirectly.]
Nice pet... A bit disfigured by human influence, but I'll admit, it's an endearing sort of face.
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Chuck's sleeping fitfully, tossing and turning, twisting in the bed. Raleigh's an insomniac and probably not even in bed, so thank God for small favors. He won't wake up the already sleep deprived boyfriend.
But Christ, fuck this dream already. He's so tired of this nightmare, of the screams and fear and devastation. He remembers it so clearly, like it was yesterday. Likely because Herc remembered it, too, and whenever they stepped into the drift, it was just a refresher course.
Every single time.
It doesn't end how it usually does, though. Chuck's pulled in another direction tonight, one where he sees his dog being touched by that piece of shit. ]
You. Get your hands off my dog.
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voice; un: wuwho, March 28th
[ Okay, Wu. You've done this a few times now. You can do it. You can actually say something useful. ]
Um, thank you. For helping Mako. I, I'm really sorry I put you three through all of that. That you went through all of that. But I'm glad that you were there for him. And for me.
I'm back now. Clearly. This deathflu thing sure is awful, but it beats being a stiff!
[ Is that funny? Is this something to joke about? Wu has no idea. He's never died before. ]
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Wu, holy shit, what the fuck -- you're back? Are--where are you?
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sdfkj
[ like NO but he can try ]
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Are you okay? What the fuck, Ray? What happened?
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text; un: wuwho
[ They're in the same house, but this will be soooo much less awkward over text.... Right? ]
So Mako told me that you two had a little chat!
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action; :)
But Woody is nothing if not determined in his seeking out his usual company. Which is to say... There is a very tiny knock at the door of Chuck's current residence. Did Sheriff Woodrow Pride intentionally wander off into the mist to deliver some packed lunches for particular people around town?
You betcha.
Please answer, he's got food in his small toy wagon.
It's made with love.
Also, Babyface and Legs have joined him. They're riding in the wagon, because they want to be helpful, too.]
bless
Raleigh's house down the road is in shambles, but Chuck's is still standing, somehow - for now, but with all the bullshit going on, they're in Wu's mansion, so Woody's lucky it's Chuck that hears him and answers the door because there's a lot of people in here right now. He baaaarely hears the tiny tap, brow furrowing as he goes to open the door to...well.
Nothing, he thinks. But then he looks down, and lifts a brow, because what the hell are you doing out in this shit, dude?! ]
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lmao 4 months ago
LISTEN okay time is difficult
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Text; UN: Bolin
Chuck, you're a smart guy give me your opinion on something.
Is it weird to name your horse after your girlfriend
Honest answers please and thanks
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voice; un: hansen
[ There's the sound of crashing waves in the background. A long silence and then clearing of the throat. ]
If you're hearing this, Chuck, it means I'm gone. The sea... I don't know what it is, but it's calling me, and I can't get it out of my head.
I just... I didn't get a chance to tell you everything the last time, right?
[ A deep breath. ]
I'm proud of you. You're a far better man than I could ever be. I'm sorry I never said as much. But you know how it goes when you Drift with someone for so long...
I'm happy for you and Raleigh. Take good care of each other, and if he pisses you off? I expect you to talk it out before beating the living daylights outta him.
[ More silence. ]
The Striker suit from Deerington's at my place... Don't step into it. The damn thing's cursed and I don't want you to go through what it can do to your head. Destroy it if you can.
[ A shuddering sigh, and then: ]
I love you. Always have, always will.