Martin K(nife) Blackwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
curriculum_fictae) wrote2020-06-16 06:15 pm
curriculum_fictae) wrote2020-06-16 06:15 pm
[PSL] time travel, time travel
[ Martin had always known that Lukas would kill him in the end. If not along the way, then surely at the end, once he'd gotten what he wanted out of Martin, whatever that turned out to be. When the Lonely rose up to swallow him, he'd accepted his impending death with ... what?
What did he have left, really? Numbness, mostly. A hallucination of Jon in the Lonely, looking for him, but - but that was impossible, ridiculous. His mind playing cruel tricks. He settled himself down in the frigid surf, knees drawn up close to his chest, unshed tears frozen to his cheeks and lashes.
And then. A door. A door that shouldn't exist, that couldn't exist. That he shouldn't take at all. The Lonely was terrible, yes, but it was quiet, and it was peaceful. Martin was aligned enough with it by now to very nearly enjoy it, in a strange and terrible way. The Spiral would be infinitely worse than this quiet beach.
But ... it was hope, too. In a strange way. Hope enough that Martin found himself turning the door handle and stepping through, leaving the false comfort of the Lonely behind him.
The transition was unpleasant. Long. But Martin couldn't remember it after; he only remembered stumbling out through the door of a supply closet somewhere deep in the Archives, blinking up at the dim bulbs that pretended to be sufficient. What time was it? Had he escaped? Where were Lukas and Elias now?
And where was Jon? ]
What did he have left, really? Numbness, mostly. A hallucination of Jon in the Lonely, looking for him, but - but that was impossible, ridiculous. His mind playing cruel tricks. He settled himself down in the frigid surf, knees drawn up close to his chest, unshed tears frozen to his cheeks and lashes.
And then. A door. A door that shouldn't exist, that couldn't exist. That he shouldn't take at all. The Lonely was terrible, yes, but it was quiet, and it was peaceful. Martin was aligned enough with it by now to very nearly enjoy it, in a strange and terrible way. The Spiral would be infinitely worse than this quiet beach.
But ... it was hope, too. In a strange way. Hope enough that Martin found himself turning the door handle and stepping through, leaving the false comfort of the Lonely behind him.
The transition was unpleasant. Long. But Martin couldn't remember it after; he only remembered stumbling out through the door of a supply closet somewhere deep in the Archives, blinking up at the dim bulbs that pretended to be sufficient. What time was it? Had he escaped? Where were Lukas and Elias now?
And where was Jon? ]
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Course, at the time, I had no idea about how much of a shit iceberg was down there.
... Iiiii could have done a bit better job getting you in on it. But bandaid's off, at least. - Depending on how much is actually, you know, static. Given we could be dealing with alternate universes rather than time issues...
Or it not being some sinister plot entirely but I'm kind of leaning away from that.
[It's a casual delivery to all of that, hands motioning each segment and possibility as he goes over it.
It is, firmly, the lines of thought of denial, no matter how reasonable he sounds.]
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I think...maybe, if nothing else, this will help us repair our relationship with Jon, and then...whatever comes, we won't be divided. That's a hell of a lot better than the alternative.
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[As most discussions around Jon had gone that way.]
Good to all be running on the same side.
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[a small scoff; not that Tim is wrong, but that it's unknown how much more tense things could have become before they broke entirely. thank Algric for little miracles, he begrudgingly admits to himself.[
I'd like to hope I'm not so stupid as to think friendship will get us through everything, but...yeah. I'd much rather be all together on this. Especially considering the...the scale, my god.
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I actually signed up knowing this bullshit exists, and I'm having a hell of a time with this. God. I bet we don't even get hazard pay.
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Can you imagine trying to ask Elias for hazard pay, knowing what we know now?
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I'm going to hurt the man in every way I can. And the budget is no exception.
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Maybe it'll be like matter and antimatter.
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And as we all know, since is founded on direct observation and study.
[Says the anthropology major.]
So there's only one way to be sure.
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I know we were joking, but honestly it might not be the worst idea, considering...Algric's time.
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... I mean, that would solve a LOT of problems.
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Then why not jot it down as a serious option?