stations: (sabine)
puǝsuʍoΚ‡ ΚžΙ”ΙΙΎ ([personal profile] stations) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2024-05-12 06:31 pm
  • Add Memory
  • Share This Entry
Entry tags:

πΏπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘  𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ β„Žπ‘œπ‘šπ‘’ (open.)

Who: Jack Townsend & Others.
When: Post-Event.
Where: Thorne, the Horizon, Nocwich.
What: a catch-all for open & closed starters that take place after the event wrap-up.
Warnings: bigly angst, such dramatic, depression, themes of grief and loss, mental illness, possibly some violence.

π‘Šβ„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑑, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑒𝑑
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑔𝑒𝑑 π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 π‘ π‘œ π‘‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘›'𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝
π‘†π‘‘π‘’π‘π‘˜ 𝑖𝑛 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘  π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œπ‘€π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘Žπ‘π‘’
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘›'𝑑 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘π‘’
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘œπ‘›π‘’, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑑 π‘”π‘œπ‘’π‘  π‘‘π‘œ π‘€π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘’
πΆπ‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ 𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑒 π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’?
Flat | Top-Level Comments Only
vixening: ([ β‚ͺ ] 103)

[personal profile] vixening 2024-06-05 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ever since they returned to thorne, yennefer has been... perhaps distracted is the best word for it. distracted. distant. she finds it difficult to return into her old routine, unable to even pretend to care about the banality of their lives. eight hundred years of lies takes over her attention instead, conversations she never technically had, lives she never technically lived. she wanders a castle she still feels should be embers and rubble under her feet, trying to remind herself to at least care about her classes, about the mages that look to her for some kind of instruction.

she hasn't really noticed that jack has missed weeks of lessons, though some part of her feels like it's been too long since she last ran into him in the hall. since they last spoke. the only memories she can pull aren't really theirs - years and decades and lifetimes interwoven - and yet...

well. she supposes she can't be surprised that the moment her thoughts drift in that direction, she hears a somewhat familiar voice echo down the hall. when she looks up, it is in fact jerry - someone who she recognizes more from those false memories than she does actually interacting in the castle - who goes streaking by, followed by a couple of guards who smell...surprisingly like the spice cabinet in one of the castle's kitchens. yennefer frowns, but wastes no time in moving down the hall in the opposite direction, towards where she knows ambrose's study is but... there is no way that is the reason.

there's no way that jack would be that stupid.

except that as she is only a door or two away, she hears his voice lift and echo down the hall, the distinct sound of thunder, and she realizes that yes, actually, jack is that stupid. and she should have assumed as much when she first saw jerry, so really, perhaps it's her own failing that by the time she curses and grabs at her skirts and rushes down the hall, jack has already- well. has already begun. without thinking yennefer moves into the room, noticing the bodies of the other shocked and confused thoreans alongside ambrose. and gods, gods she is going to regret this. feels the regret already burning up in her throat as she moves, grabbing at jack's wrist and jerking him back a step or two so she can move around him, between him and the high mage.

it's not that she's calm, because that certainly isn't the case, but the poise and ease she all but forces into her easy smile is practiced and determined. she lets go of jack's wrist now that she's placed herself between him and the mage's desk, glancing up only briefly at the storm clouds, then over her shoulder at him. ]

Ah- Ambrose, you'll have to forgive him. This last journey to the Singularity has affected many of us Summoned differently.

[ she assumes jack will take the message. will turn and leave while he can. and if he doesn't- well, she'll have to find a way to make him. somehow. ]
stations: (126)

[personal profile] stations 2024-06-07 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
( The hand at his wrist jerking on him has him rearing back, and there's a precarious moment where he very nearly summons something into his hand that he can't take back. Before he has the chance, he catches sight of her out of the corner of his eye. Hundreds of years of memories and associations flood in, extinguishing his defensive impulse before it has the slightest chance to spark. Things like protective and welcome and family and love filter in instead, and then disappear nearly as quickly when he reminds himself that none of it was real.

He still trusts her, though. Trusted her before the alternate reality hit them, and he can't help but trust her now, conceding the power position even as a frustrated confused furrow plasters itself across his brow.

No, wait, that's not- he wasn't done- it isn't fixed, she's not-

Except then Yennefer begins to apologize on his behalf.

Yennefer fucking hates this guy. The fact that she's smoothing things over with him for Jack, the fact that she's making nice when Jack knows in his core she wants to slit Ambrose's fucking throat with her fingernails?

Hits. Hard.

His momentum sputters, fumbles, confidence waning. And he stands there, stuck, like a fucking idiot, torn between speaking up again and leaving, opposing forces carrying equal weight. )
ushiri: (pic#16104205)

[personal profile] ushiri 2024-06-07 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kahlil will tip the scale for him.

He's obviously been drawn here by the noise - along with having briefly seen Jerry fly down the hallway naked, trailed by all of those guards. Kahlil's quick to recover from his confusion as he hears Jack shouting about bringing her back. He doesn't race down the hall so much as blink out of nowhere from behind Jack, where he now sees Yennefer standing almost protectively between him and Ambrose. He doesn't know exactly what's just happened, but he can gather up all the pieces starting with Jerry and make an educated guess.

He grabs Jack by the shoulder, ignoring that they reason they have barely spoken in weeks is because of the last time he physically pushed Jack around. ]

We're going back to your room, now.

[ He says this loudly for the benefit of Yennefer and the mages. There's a brief flicker of concern for her, but he's seen Lucifer get a slap on the wrist for attempting to assault Ambrose once before - the man's been surprisingly lenient. Kahlil might be one of the few Summoned here that doesn't despise the High Mage, anyway.

He'll start pulling Jack down the hall whether he likes it or not. Jerry... he'll have to deal with that after. ]
stations: (α΄‘Ιͺα΄›Κœ α΄€ sᴑᴏʀᴅ)

[personal profile] stations 2024-06-07 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
( There's only a brief moment of minimal protest β€” mostly just because his knees are locked and he has to actually think about unlocking them to move under the pressure of Kyle's hand on his shoulder.

He feels β€”

Depleted, suddenly. Like the great torrent of fire that had been propelling him here, the gallons and gallons of get fuel and motivation, have all been abruptly drained and squandered.

He feels β€”

Bone-deep, crushing resignation, finally sweeping in after weeks and weeks of aggressive, energized denial.

He feels like he might have fucked up.

He shoots one last extremely lost look at Yennefer, and then allows Kyle to peel him away toward the hall, his shoulders dropping and his posture falling into something small. )
Flat | Top-Level Comments Only