[PSL] time travel, time travel
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curriculum_fictae[ 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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Date: 2020-08-27 12:35 am (UTC)[Algric gets a sort of half, crooked smile.]
Better than last time, anyway.
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May I ask you something?
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Date: 2020-08-27 12:40 am (UTC)[ He eyes that transparent hand with some guilt. ]
Ah, of course. Go ahead.
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Date: 2020-08-27 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-27 12:52 am (UTC)I - I - look, it just popped into my head? A-and the archive's been dead for a year or so, it's not like they can find any of the. Old logs.
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Date: 2020-08-27 12:56 am (UTC)[oh god, how to say this.]
It. You could've gone with something more... I don't know. You could've used something from the K! Kasimir or Kristian or... S-something cooler. Didn't anyone ask questions about you using that?
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Date: 2020-08-27 01:01 am (UTC)[ A beat. ]
Also neither of us are cool enough for those names.
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Date: 2020-08-27 01:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-27 01:05 am (UTC)So. Algric, then.
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Date: 2020-08-27 01:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-27 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-27 01:14 am (UTC)...Didn't think of it that way.
Brings back...not the worst memories.
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Date: 2020-08-27 01:37 am (UTC)So, that's why. I thought ... maybe this felt a little like that. B-being in another word, not quite myself.
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Date: 2020-08-27 01:39 am (UTC)I think I can understand that.
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Date: 2020-08-27 02:04 am (UTC)[Martin clears his throat.]
We should. Probably get back to the others.
[...]
But this was...not too bad.
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Date: 2020-08-27 02:12 am (UTC)[ He turns to go back. ]
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