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victory_road2020-01-28 09:09 pm
secondhandsome) wrote in victory_road2020-01-28 09:09 pm
video ✭ new bark town ✭ january 27
[Well, hey, here's a familiar face! ...Right? Well, it looks like Jack, mostly. Outfit's a little different, his hair's a mess, and, geez, is that a crack in his mask? Someone must've had a rough night or something.]
You know, I'm not super big on this weather, but compared to getting a cryo-blast in the face it's really not so bad! Guess that messes with your standards a little. It's also just better than space, in general? Let me tell you, I am... so tired of space! There's an actual natural atmosphere here, do-- do you know how amazing that is? To just stand outside and breathe and know the oxygen hasn't been filtered for god knows how long and...
...and I had an actual thing to talk about that I'm forgetting. Shit, I'm out of practice.
[Did he used to ramble so much before? Honestly, he can't even remember.]
Someone wanna do me a solid and get me back to Ecruteak, 'cause that's where I was and I was uh... in the middle of... something.
Kinda important, you know, so. That's be great.
You know, I'm not super big on this weather, but compared to getting a cryo-blast in the face it's really not so bad! Guess that messes with your standards a little. It's also just better than space, in general? Let me tell you, I am... so tired of space! There's an actual natural atmosphere here, do-- do you know how amazing that is? To just stand outside and breathe and know the oxygen hasn't been filtered for god knows how long and...
...and I had an actual thing to talk about that I'm forgetting. Shit, I'm out of practice.
[Did he used to ramble so much before? Honestly, he can't even remember.]
Someone wanna do me a solid and get me back to Ecruteak, 'cause that's where I was and I was uh... in the middle of... something.
Kinda important, you know, so. That's be great.
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[She still - and forever will - equates Handsome Jack to Dante, as much Timothy's master as Dante had been hers. It had always been the quickest way to tell them apart, before Timothy's face was marked.]
It feels...funny. I'm just not used to it, that's all. Does it hurt?
[Her fingertips drift hesitantly to one of the clasps, the metal feeling far too cold. Is it forged directly to his flesh?]
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[Metal + skin contact + cold = bad.]
It's been a while, though, so I'm used to it.
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I think getting you someplace warm should be our first priority. We have to go by foot to Cherrygrove, there's no other option. I don't have a flight capable mount....
[It's the dead of winter, he's going to end up frostbitten on the trip to Cherrygrove. An idea occurs to her.]
One of those hats! The winter ones with the flaps that cover the ears and the side of the face. That should keep the cold off the metal parts.
[And they were bound to be available at the little shop right here in New Bark, at least this time of year!]
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[Lust, you're a genius.]
Really just an awful idea, implanting metal directly into the face, I mean... Jack's a dumbass, I swear.
I hope he's getting frostbite every winter.
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We'll see what we can do to make it more comfortable.
[She knows the technology of this world isn't as advanced as his, there's nothing that could be done here to fix this.]
[But priorities. Lust heads to the little general store, focused and on a mission. There's a whole little rack of winter hats, and she paws through until she finds something that seems warm enough]
You're going to look like a lumberman, but I don't think you have any complaints about that.
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[Also Jack definitely wouldn't wear it and that's a maaaaajor plus.]
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[She smooths the flaps of the hat down, a slight frown still creasing her lips. If there's one thing she's learned from her time with Timothy is that communication was important. Sitting on things only made it worse, and she'd promised to always be honest with him.]
But it's going to take me some time to adjust to the changes, and I apologize now for any recoiling or thoughtless comments that might come. It never occurred to me that you could return different in so many ways.
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[It's... not really funny so there's not much humor in that laugh but he made an attempt.]
I mean, I'm sure not gonna judge. I try to avoid mirrors for a reason, y'know, so. Totally get it.
[oh god the words are out of his mouth and immediately it's just. bad. you're trying to lift the mood up, Tim, not drag it down further.]
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[It's one thing she can be clear on. She doesn't like this face he's come back with, but it's not his fault. She still loves him, it was never his face she cared about.]
[And of course it pains him, too. At least she still looks roughly like herself, her face wasn't entirely changed to someone else's.
She can't imagine the pain that must cause him.]
We can always just paint on freckles and color your hair.
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It's good.] That's... good to know.
And I mean, you know, same here obviously. Feelings wise.
[He feelings you too.]
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And.]
...
My what?
[Oh.]
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[Lust's brow furrows curiously, not quite understanding what it is Timothy's questioning.]
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I had freckles?
[He doesn't really... remember.]
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[Had it really been so long that he doesn't remember his own face? It had always been a stark difference between them, Timothy remembering his former life and self clearly. Apparently not anymore.]
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[He definitely doesn't remember. He's just saying that to downplay it.]
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[Lust's voice is soothing. She knows trying to force remembering does nothing, only serves to frustrate further.]
You wore glasses like a scholar and had the sweetest smile. And your eyes...the moods behind them are still the same. I see you in their depths. My sweet, brilliant, creative Timothy Lawrence, who grew up on a planet called Eden and loved his mother very much.
[She remembers nearly everything he's ever told her about himself.]
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So Lust lists these things and it sounds like it must be right, but he wonders if maybe it just feels right because he knows and trusts her, not because the memory is resurfacing.
(Because he hears it and thinks "yes, that sounds right" but for the life of him he can't remember which Eden.)
It's weird and difficult and distant, but it... helps. It helps. The reminder that Timothy Lawrence was a real person, still is a real person, and it's not just Jack.]
You're... [Amazing. Wonderful. Still way out of his league, honestly.] You're really something, you know.
[He loves her so much.]
...Thank you. For, um... remembering and all...
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[Her face is difficult to read, expression closing suddenly as the thoughts all race into her mind and she has to take a deep breath to steady herself.]
A very long time ago...there was somewhere here who could have told me all about myself. Given me back all those things I lost - who I was, what I liked, my family... but he never did. It hurt him too much and I never pushed and I lost that chance to regain myself. I won't let you lose it, Timothy, I won't.
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[That's... a lot. Having that in reach, like that, but still not getting to know. And then losing out on it entirely.]
...I'm sorry you lost that.
[Listen, yes, his stuff and all, but, also? That's awful and being in the position he's in makes him get that all the more.]