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TERRACE Draft - Day 1

Who: All Draftees
What: Arrival at TERRACE
When: The first day, from 8AM to the wee hours of the night
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the first day, before the attack. Remember, characters here are not expecting an attack and are under the impression they will be going to Region 1 to fight. During this day, draftees will be restricted to T6 and T7 and not permitted access to other areas.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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...what makes me inferior? [Because the way this guy's acting isn't making Jeb's suspicions go away. He has to know. He has to know. Has he lost his friend? Has the progress washed away, even though he knew it probably would right from the start?]

[He senses that he's on thin ice, that the disguise is too thin to wall him off from those he wants to avoid the most, but he gives the only answer he has.]

You are a human. Weak, powerless, futile - what more is there to say? [That's how it would have been, in the world he was building. When he (thought he) had the power to do anything he wished, and everyone else amounted to nothing more than pawns.]

[Jeb knows he told Mithos that he wasn't human. That answer should have been enough to "prove" this was someone different. That is, if Jeb hadn't been able to see deeper than that so many times before, even outside of experiments and during the times Mithos would show him nothing but steeled anger. And regardless of whether or not the person in front of him is Mithos, Jeb can't help but answer--]

You're wrong, just like I was wrong. [A small smile, sad. Weak.] I'm not human at all.

[I'm a reincarnation who was never meant to exist, of someone who wasn't supposed to ever die.]

[He knew, of course, but he wanted to stretch the distance between them as far as it can go. The thought that, when it all winds down to the core, Jeb shares so many things with him scares him. Because he can feel that tug, that quiet curiosity, and he doesn't want to. He wants to stay where he is, where nothing can hurt him again.]

Do you think I care? [It doesn't matter, he still doesn't trust him, he doesn't care--] It does not change the fact that you are utterly powerless.

Maybe, but... [He dares to look him in the eye, but not in a defiant way. It's more in a way of familiarity, though there's a hint of sadness and hurt in it--Jeb couldn't hide that if he tried.] In all due respect, how would you know something like that when you act like we've never met?

[It doesn't help that's he's heard this all before, over and over... his heart hurts.]

Edited (oops wanted to add more) 2013-03-30 04:54 (UTC)

Because in the end, everyone is the same. [Selfish and petty, ready to hurt for personal gain. If he had ended up no different, then it's the fault of everyone who trampled him first.

He feels a surge of power in this form, and not just because the Cruxis Crystal magnifies his power - but because he can retreat to a time when he was at the top of the world, pulling the strings. He can cast away the Mithos who has fallen to the darkest crevasses, who has no choice but to be pulled farther down.]

[He shakes his head.]

Only when it comes to how we hurt and how we love. Everyone thinks, feels and handles things differently. And sometimes we can change things for the better, with those differences. [And then, sadder, less confident:] ...did you ever think like that, too?

[He's onto you.]

...It is pointless to dwell on such insignificant cries into the dark. [He needs to give as little as possible. Lock down, keep everything hidden, and let nothing be pinned on him.]

I don't think that's true... but I also don't blame you for thinking like that, either.

[I don't blame you. So many others had. They asked why he had let himself become what he had. They asked why he couldn't piece himself back together. It was all on him, and not on anyone else. But Jeb... He hides how powerfully those words affect him. He wants it to mean nothing to him, absolutely nothing, just like everything else.]

You must think yourself a fountain of wisdom. [Bitter, cutting, insincere because he's afraid to commit.]

I don't. There are a lot of answers I don't think I have the answers to, even things I wish I did. [Why couldn't he have been strong enough to protect his siblings and himself why did Tori and Michiru have to get hurt why why why] I just don't think that you disagreeing with me is bad.

[He isn't going to give anything away. He doesn't want to become invested in Jeb's words. He'll nip this argument in the bud and keep everything safely hidden behind thick walls.]

Are you done yet?

Well, I... um--

[He supposes he is. This isn't going anywhere. He begins to tell the man that he is in fact done, but those wings catch his attention again. What comes out of his mouth is incredibly different than what he meant to say:]

Your wings are amazing... I've never seen anything like them. [W-Wait, no! That's not what he wanted to say...!]

[The comment startles some emotion out of his stony face. Then the surprise, edged with confusion, fades back into cold hatred soon enough, but he still remembers someone else who he wished he could have shown his wings to. He arranges his expression into a sharp smirk.]

I doubt you have ever seen so powerful a being before either.

[The surprised expression, curiously enough, is what pulls back the familiarity back to Jeb, having been temporarily forgotten. His own eyes widen with shock. It couldn't possibly be him. Even if they look so similar, it couldn't...

The comment flusters Jeb too, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. He can't help it, a mixture of his suspicions (of this man possibly being the same person he's shared how many kisses with, now?) and how it was worded got to him.

C-Cough.]

[He lets both the surprise and embarrassment wear off before trusting himself to speak again.]

I... [Jeb gulps, looking down to the floor.] M-Maybe. I wouldn't know if I have or not. It depends...

[It's the truth. He has no idea how strong the man before him is, if he's stronger than Donovan or not. His eyes dart back up, but he isn't looking directly at the other man anymore.]

[He doesn't understand the emotions that cross Jeb's face, the flustered color of his cheeks, but he won't waste time trying to understand either. His smirk curls down disdainfully.]

Depends on what?

On if you're as strong as what I've seen back home.

[Donovan is frighteningly strong, too. The one time he was able to see the ancient being in combat is something Jeb doesn't think he'll ever forget.]

But we'll see on the battlefield, right? [He tries to smile again.] Either way, you're probably the most powerful being I've met here.

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but then this was gay too

you could cut the sexual tension with a knife okay [1/2]

thank you for this canonically awkward moment [2/2]

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you asked for it by starting this gay thing up again >:P