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INTRO LOG #2
INTRO LOG #2
Put a Sock in It
Content Warnings: Disorientation, memory loss, confusion
Themes: Arrival, survival, exploration, horror
You wake, standing. A thick, muddy red dust coats your skin and clothes - it sticks to your tongue and blocks your vision. Inhale and it chokes you, exhale and your breath puffs out in front of your face in a transparent maroon cloud. It tastes of copper, tangy and harsh. Movement is difficult, every limb tingles and aches. Look to your left, your right. Evenly spaced in each direction stands another person indistinguishable in every way from the next. You're disoriented and lethargic, unable to grasp onto a single thought. A pinprick of light blooms ahead and grows steadily larger; a door has opened.
Hands grip your wrists, push at the small of your back and guide you out of the darkness into a room with four walls and a thin, sagging ceiling. The plaster is peeling, the air is musty, and the floor is slick. White plastic piping juts up from the center and curves into multiple spouts, clean water flowing in uneven streams. Those hands pull your clothes off and clear the dust from your body, redress you in handsewn jumpsuits. By the time they’re through, you will have begun to come back to yourself.
A finger is pressed to your lips. Kind eyes meet your own and a single word is whispered - hush.
Led out of the room in a line, you’re taken down a short hallway and into another, much larger room. There’s a woman waiting for you there, a child hugging her leg, and a cloth bag in her hands. She reaches in and pulls out a device, passes one to each of you. Once finished, she begins to move both hands in graceful gestures, a language. One of the people who helped you lifts their device and the screen lights up, tracks the woman’s hands. Letters appear on the screen and you understand the device’s purpose. She tells you what she knows and it’s not much.
This world is haunted. Noise attracts them, so it is not allowed. Communication is through body language, soundless writing, and the device. She tells you that your feet must be light and your mouth never used. There is a community outside these doors, where you can survive together, but only if you agree to one thing: complete and total silence. You'll have time to talk it over. You may ask one question and receive one answer.
Acceptance allows you to journey outside. The ground is marked in pathways of sand, lining the paths to each building and everywhere in-between. You notice that the locals hold their devices always, aloft and glance to it often. It will not vibrate or make a sound to signal a message. Notices appear. Rules. Guidelines. Feet on the sand and never anywhere else. To open a door you brush your fingers along the hinges - oiled and you may enter. If not, take the brush from the can sitting nearby and coat the metal with the dark liquid.
Now, you're to settle into your new home – with or without the help of those who have come before you.
The Place Inside
Content Warnings: Disorientation, hallucinations, body horror
Themes: Plot, exploration
Have you been to hell. And more importantly, have you been back. We all know this pain but are too scared to recall. This horror controls us, pulls at our strings to ensure how our life plays out. So, let me rephrase my question: have you been to Ile Lacrox. And more importantly, can you come back.
In the community, if you hear something you're not supposed to hear, you learn to look the other way. If you see something you're not supposed to see, you pretend it never happened. If you feel disappointed, you learn to never ask for more. So, through good times and bad, famine and feast, the natives held fast to their rules until one common day a sly wind blew in from the south...
That same red dust twists through the streets, curling up in faint, little plumes of familiarity. The farther south you go, the thicker it becomes. Those willing to explore far enough will find it coming from an island in the middle of the river. Once there, doting every available surface is the evidence of Sound Eater births, and the closer you are to the island, the harder it is to avoid being coated in red. Even if it's not rubbed into the skin, it doesn't take long for the effects to take over. Every sound is amplified. Your breaths are deafening, the slightest step echoes. But no Sound Eater attacks. Your vision blurs, and it's as if your mouth is sealing itself shut. Those you traveled with seem to be similarly affected, and you know you have to be quiet. Anyone who brought supplies with them might discover that a drink of water subdues the symptoms.
OOC: Only characters who entirely submerge themselves in water will be free of the dust effects. Just remember that noise will attract Sound Eaters.
Liplocked
Content Warnings: Violent tendencies, mind alteration
Themes: Love, romance, obsession, sex
The natives are of French origin, and with that comes a love of romance. Residents will find treats and valentines at their doors. That same night, there will be a small, red-glowing fire built near the fountain. There will be jars pressed into the dirt and filled with a sweet, red liquid. Some natives can be seen drinking it and being very affectionate with one another. Anyone who drinks this is inspired to show endearment or lust to others, and it will wear off after sleeping.
There's also the noticeable addition of a new arrival. They came through the Reset Room just like everybody else. They understand the rules and follow them to a tee. They are the perfect example of what the natives want in their residents. They are charming and captivating. They say nothing, and they don't have to. When your eyes meet, you feel seduced. There's a nervous flutter in your stomach. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Pounding, constricting. They smile and then turn away.
As they're walking, you notice you're not the only one looking at them, and in their expression, you see your own mirrored. What started as sweet infatuation and longing dissolves into a jealousy unlike any you've ever known. All you understand now is that to win their affections you have to come out on top—so you're the only one they see. Your actions are not your own, but they're still yours.
OOC: There are two ways to break the "spell". Your character fights it out with someone else who is feeling the same way OR they're approached and physically touched by someone who isn't affected by the newcomer. A third of the community will be completely unaffected (everyone else is affected unless the player is uncomfortable with playing out the scenarios). The newcomer can be of any gender the player wishes. For those partaking in drinking, the players can choose what effects it has; it can inspire feelings of lust or boost paternal/maternal instincts or devotion towards friends.
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Eddie is one of the young faces who stands out among a backdrop of unfamiliar ones, and seeing the other on his own, Jake approaches, brow quirked quizzically. He doesn't have to be fluent in the natives' sign language to be able to make a circle with thumb and forefinger, directing the gesture Eddie's way with a questioning look. OK? He can't parse the expression on Eddie's face. He looks... off? Or maybe it's just that he looks in a vastly improved mood, which amounts to basically the same thing.]
I literally feel so blessed???
He's been forgetting a lot of things lately. Like how he shouldn't be so indifferent to swallowing something a stranger has given him. But old habits die hard, and the red liquid seemed a hell of a lot more appetizing than any one pill he's ever choked down.
Jake's a familiar face and Eddie feels at once shy. Odd, really, considering he had gotten comfortable enough with Jake from the house. Eddie feels a sharp contrast of different kinds of wants springing in his chest, and he feels stuck somewhere between. So his face burns and he gives an absent look at the gesture, then looks up at Jake's face and gives an honest shrug. Was he okay? Finally, Eddie gives a small smile, a rush of giddiness overriding his worries the longer he looks at the other boy. Comfort, he thought, Jake was comfortable.
He makes the similar gesture back with a bit of emphasis: OK!
Yeah. No, he wasn't. Not technically anyway.)
it's Eddie's fault for being soda-lightful
Eddie might physically be older than him, but a consequence of having see the inside of the Dogan fortress that had separated so many kids from their families, he's prickling with a paternal concern for the ones here in a way that has nothing to do with the drinks in the mason jars. If any skin people or men in black crawl out of the woodwork and try something he'll...
Well, he's not sure what he'd do. But he'd do something.]
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Though those feelings were blurring against other feelings and it created a bursting turmoil in his chest. Eddie gnaws at the inside of his cheek. This wasn't one of the Losers. Maybe he was comfortable, sure, but that didn't mean...It was different, wasn't it?
Except that red juice served as a bit of liquid courage, so to speak. Eddie's forgetting to be worried about the dangers of this place, and instead he steps closer to Jake. Then hands are sliding out, around Jake, and Eddie obliterates any concept of personal space by wrapping his thin arms around Jake and pressing against him in a tight hug. He rests his chin on Jake's shoulder and tips his head so that he could murmur very, very quietly, just against Jake's ear, for Jake:)
I'm okay. Really.
(Except he obviously wasn't, considering the sort of desperate nature of the hug, and how Eddie was clinging. But gosh, it felt incredible. So satisfying.)
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Just as he'd been beginning to hope he wouldn't have to be alone, he'd lost track of Roland, and now in the loss of even that small scrap of familiarity, he's swung back to wondering if he should get used to this feeling. Family is a finite resource, after all. He's used his all up. And what does that leave him? An island struggling to stay afloat on the choppy waters the man in black had set him on.
Only the gentle human contact makes his heart thud painfully and reminds him he's not just an island. He's also a boy who'd been broken open by grief and tragedy not that long ago; the simple gesture rattles the bar of the cage he'd put up around it, piercing the the part of him not numbed by hearing his mother's screams as she'd died.
Jake has to swallow something thick and immediate as he links his hands together behind Eddie's back in the kind of thoughtless, unselfconscious reciprocation of young people have finding a like-minded ally during hard times. He gets the sense Eddie needs to lean on him--and that's okay even when he's actually not neither is Eddie. He understands wanting to say so with the hope the rest of you will catch up with your words.
A smile--just as unexpected--touches his lips while the worst of the day's revelations sloughs off to reduce them back to their proper ages. Even if it just lasts the duration of the hug, it's a good feeling.]
( We will be. We'll figure it out. )
[Except the absent promise doesn't seem to filter into Eddie's ear so much as echo inside him. To come from inside his mind.]
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When Jake responds to him, Eddie doesn't just hear it, but feels it. Something washes over him, and it made his eyes open wide with some disquieted wonder. At first, he thought maybe it was his own mind playing tricks on him. The way it did whenever he could hear his mother as clearly as if she were standing right there behind him. When had he fallen off the tracks so badly that he now just heard a boy's voice loud and clearly in his head?
But no, it wasn't quite the same as when he heard his mother. That usually came with an immense feeling of guilt and shame, of fear. When he hears Jake's voice, it just makes something warm melt through him, something that intensifies the feelings already skyrocketing from the juice.
He doesn't speak back. He doesn't quite understand, but Eddie leans back, his eyes sweeping up to meet Jake's. He doesn't let go, just lets his hands settle on Jake's shoulders instead as he contemplates the other boy. His mouth opens, as if to speak, and then he slowly shuts it.
There's a sense he gets then. Something Jake doesn't have to tell him. Something Eddie just seems to understand right then. And that is that he could probably talk back.)
(....Jake? How are you...? Can you hear me too?)
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Jake doesn't get both of them killed right out of the gate, fortunately. This close he can feel Eddie tense up in surprise, but the other boy doesn't do any of the above; he pulls back enough for Jake to see his face, and what he finds there earns a smile, one that hints at amusement.
Eddie looks exactly how he'd felt when Arra had first done it to him, surprised and slack-jawed. The memory has a positive association for him--that something good could come out of these powers that had led a trail of death across two worlds.]
( Yeah, it's me. )
[His mental voice carries the tone of his smile. It hadn't taken him long at all to decide he liked Eddie, and he has no qualms sharing something that's become so intimate a part of him after Eddie had welcomed him into his company so quickly.]
( I can hear you when I'm talking to you like this. Long story, but it's something I can do. And you don't have to worry about whispering. )
[Strange, the curve balls life throws. He'd lost Roland somewhere on the way to Mid-World but in his place gained a fast friend. When thinking of friends, Timmy comes to mind... Timmy, who'll probably find Lon's body, a scorch mark on the floor, Jake missing, and wonder just what kind of bullet he'd dodged.]
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A part of Eddie wants to ask Jake to prove that it really is him, but it's evident enough from Jake's expression that it was. The feeling is pretty mutual. Eddie had been nervous at first with Jake, as he was prone to be sometimes, but Jake had proven to be kind quickly enough.
This mind reading thing certainly does make Eddie feel a bit cautious though. He can feel his face burning a little hotter because that juice had definitely inspired certain thoughts and if Jake was in his head-.)
(How much of my mind can you read? You're not reading all of it right now, are you?)
(Not just because of the embarrassing stuff either though. There was a lot in his head that other people didn't need to know about.
Another question comes to mind. But that juice is still in effect, so well, Eddie shifts closer again and goes back to hugging Jake closely, this time comfortably resting his head against Jake's shoulder.)
(Are you a mutant or a superhero or something?)
(He's met all the above, so it's worth the question.)
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( No, I just wanted to talk to you. Making sense of thoughts is more more like trying to find something in a filing cabinet than seeing what's on a billboard. I think I have to try to read your mind, or you show it to me. But sometimes I get flashes. See things. )
[He can sense a tinge of Eddie's wariness--the phrasing of the question and the way his mind hasn't opened up on its own say enough--so Jake doesn't hedge around his answer. He won't try to dig up Eddie's rosebushes if he doesn't want him to, but it's not an exact science. He's still learning, and case in point: he wasn't sure laughter translated over into telepathy until he does it himself, huffing a breath.
Jake Chambers, a superhero? He might not have existed at the bare bottom of the food chain in school--he'd gotten good grades, and a few girls had started to smile at him in a way that clearly delineated between kiddy interest and teenage interest--but he wouldn't have called himself anything special.
His dad had been the real hero. And Roland in that shining, legendary way of story heroes.]
( Dunno about the first one, but I don't think the cool heroes go to therapy. It's just something I could do one day. My friend Roland calls it the shine. )
[Maybe that's not precisely true. Maybe it'd always been there, and he just hadn't noticed.]
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(Well. I hope you don't get flashes of my head.)
(There were many reasons Eddie didn't want telepaths looking into him. But he trusted Jake when he said sometimes it just happened. Eddie kind of understood that, and he wouldn't fault Jake for it.
Eddie was not foreign to these young, powerful boys who were worth much more than they ever seemed to realize. Bill had always been his own personal hero, painted out in Eddie's mind to be this blazing emblem of absolute heroics and fundamental values that Eddie soaked up like a life energy. Bill was the tallest, fastest, strongest, smartest, and the leader of their group. He was everything Eddie was not.
And similarly, even having only known Jake for a fraction of time, Eddie knew somewhere deep in his stomach where all his most trusted instincts came from, that Jake was nothing to scoff at. He knew that even before Jake tapped into his mind to speak with him.
So Eddie's nose wrinkles up at Jake's own self-denial.
Eddie was the bare bottom. Girls certainly never smiled at him. Granted, he wasn't too interested even if they did, but still. Or rather, close as. The most special thing he had ever done hadn't even been on his own. He would have never been able to defeat IT on his own. That was okay though. Eddie loved his friends. He was nothing without them.
He's lifting his head again, looking at Jake in surprise.)
(You went to therapy? Why? You don't seem crazy. Why's it called the shine?)
(Something about the word makes Eddie feel a little funny, though he couldn't even begin to understand why.)
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[Because Eddie seems like a terrible person so far. Hugging people in public and using them as chin-leans, the worst. He doesn't see Eddie's nose wrinkle from his position, but in pulling away again to view his face Eddie's just in time for the widest of Jake's smile.
Eddie's hearing his voice in his head and they're surrounded by sound-eating monsters no one knows how to defend again. If he's crazy, they're all crazy.]
( In my time when someone says "I see things" the doctor's chair is usually the first stop. That's how it started--bad dreams. That's just what they call psychic stuff where he's from. It's coming in handy now. )
[There's so much pressure with the enforced silence--it's nice to just have a normal conversation. But... silently.]
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(Solid answer. But Eddie doesn't want to explain that Jake would probably go sprinting the other way if he cracked up Eddie's head a little. It would take all of three seconds for Jake to realize that Eddie's a total nutjob. Not to mention the whole terror clown.
Thing is, he wants Jake to like him. Especially right now with that juice making him feel warm and quite a bit shameless.)
(Oh. In my time, they just electrocute you and throw you into Juniper. That's the psych ward back home. It's okay though. You aren't crazy.
I'd say so. This is a hell of a lot better than passing notes. How far does it go? Can I start it? Like, if you were across the house, could I call for you?)
(Maybe Eddie couldn't read Jake the way Jake could read Eddie, but he was pretty positive of this fact.)
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( I doubt yours could be any worse than mine. )
[It's reassuring Eddie doesn't think he's a viable candidate for electrocution, though. Sort of. That's not... really a thing in the 1950s, is it?]
( I don't know. Maybe? ) [His expression creases in thought. He's not actually sure.] ( I know I can call out to someone who's far away. Maybe if I was listening for it? )
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(One day we'll compare notes.)
(That was a huge thing in the 50s, boyo. The fifties were practically the hayday of electroconvulsive therapy especially seeing as it had only been introduced in 1938 or 39.)
(Hm. We'll have to test drive that sometime. It could be useful in a place like this. I guess as long as you can reach me, it's okay.)
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[Gotta laugh or you'll cry, isn't that what they say? But he's glad to see Eddie unwind a bit from the downtrodden line of thinking he'd been in earlier (not realizing happy juice is largely to do with it).]
( Psychics also accept texts. At least this one does. ) [The question that follows might seem like a bit of a step back, what with them literally having just hugged their feelings out like childhood friends who've known each other their whole lives, but to Jake (who's had them in increasingly short supply) the distinction matters.] ( I had to be careful with it before because there were people after what I could do. I don't know if they're still around, but we're friends, right? )
[He's willing to take the risk for a friend.]
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Again, he's grinning, this time his teeth showing. Though it doesn't last particularly long. Not with the idea of people out to hurt Jake or take something from him. That wasn't okay. Eddie suddenly felt a familiar fierceness rising up inside of him. His hands slide down and he tangles his fingers up with Jake's, squeezing their hands together tightly.)
(I would die before I let some creepo adults get their hands on you for something like that.)
(It's pretty obvious that he means it if anything was to go by the look on his face. Then his expression softens into a small smile. Because Jake called them friends.)
(You think so? Yeah. We're friends. I like to think we are anyway.)
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Eddie's not a mind reader--he can't know that it means a lot. A lot, for the boy behind the shine to be seen as worth protecting instead of the shine around the boy.
Even if Eddie's gone a bit too far the other way with the declaration to fall on his sword. Jake squeezes the hand in his grip and shakes his head. His "tone," if one call the echo of a voice that, is calm enough, but insistent.]
( Don't, okay? It's my turn to say you shouldn't promise that. Enough people have died because of me. )
[And before he can follow that thought too far--]
( Yeah. Once you get to hug level it's almost a given. ) [He puts on a smile for the here and now, for the boy very much alive and real in front of him.] ( Then it's okay, if it's for a friend. We can talk like this anytime. )
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Thing is...There were people worth dying for. There was a reason they agreed to go back to Derry if IT ever came back. It wasn't some sense of obligation like IT was their fault.
It was because the Losers' Club had an ingrained sense of justice- to themselves, but to where they had been failed as children. They did not want more people, more children to die in a town where no one gave a fuck about the children dying. It was not in Eddie's nature to abandon someone good. And Jake? Jake was very good. And apparently, Jake was a friend. That only made this more important.
For an instant, the effects of the juice almost neutralize against the intensity of the look Eddie is giving him. That dopey-drunk smile is gone, and his whole being seems steady, like he's cracking something open between them and staring at it under an impossibly all-seeing scope from two grey eyes that seemed, at that moment, truly absent of anything but that singular emotion. His mouth was fixed into a tight line, and there were many things he could say to that. "Don't, okay?" Eddie didn't know how to explain himself. Didn't know how to tell Jake that the six slashes across his palms represented his fierce dedication to such ideals. He did not take these things lightly.
Eddie says nothing, ultimately. It was too late. Eddie had already made his mind up. It is entirely possible Jake could feel this resolution- who knows? It certainly was coming off of Eddie in waves.
His hands relax in Jake's grip, and his expression finally softens as he clambers back down from wherever he had gone just now.)
(Is that right. I'll remember that.)
(Eddie exhales and removes his hands from Jake's, sweeping one hand through his hair. He slowly pulled himself back together, and then proceeded to reach out and grab Jake's arm.)
(Let's head back, okay? I think maybe that juice was booze.)
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Appreciation and fear war for supremacy. Selfishly, perhaps, Eddie's made him feel better about being here on his own just by offering his companionship with a smile and a house tour.
But Jake doesn't know if he can handle more people dying around him. He's not sure he's handling it now. Pushing it down? Yes. But owning up to the reality?]
( We agreed, right? To have each other's backs. So no one has to die. )
[Not this time. Please.
The shift in topic is a welcome distraction, and he willingly falls into step with Eddie, looking at him with an expression caught between amused acceptance and worry.]
( I should've guessed when you started acting a little weird. Feel better? We can stop somewhere if you're going to puke. )
( We agreed, right? To have each other's backs. So no one has to die. )
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He gives a nod. Fatalistic loyalty, sure, but Eddie didn't want to die. He never wanted to hear Richie crying like that for him ever again.
And his body-.
Eddie shuts down that thought before it could take hold.)
(No one has to die.)
(They could do their best to ensure that anyway.
Eddie can feel his face growing hot. Even just a sip had made him act...Well. Maybe with his friends it would have been okay. Jake was a friend, but that didn't mean he appreciated having Eddie all over him.)
(I'm sorry if I made you feel weird. I don't think I'm gonna puke. I've drank booze before and that red stuff was way nicer on the stomach.)
(Back on the station. That had made him puke. But that had also been scotch that had been sitting around for God knows how long.)
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[He holds Eddie's gaze, self-consciously aware he's maybe making it more of a thing than it needs to be, but pressing on the point all the same. It's a stupid and childish thing to say, and he's long past the point of believing in promises that can't be kept, but he wants Eddie to try. Specifically, he doesn't want Eddie trying to get killed for him.
(Is he worth so much sacrifice?)
A little PDA isn't what makes him wake up in a cold sweat at night, and proof is provided by way of nudging Eddie with his arm. Quit it with those apologies, man.]
( Why would I? ) [He smiles a little.] ( I meant the mood change was weird. Maybe it's supposed to be light--they probably don't want you gagging over the really hard stuff. )
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Eddie slows a bit in his steps to stare back at Jake. Thing was, Jake wasn't actually making it more of a thing than it needed to be. The thing about twelve and eleven year olds was that they took these sort of things very seriously. And Eddie wasn't one to break his promises. The proof of that lay in his scarred palms.
Again, he's quiet entirely both externally and internally. It was almost odd to him that Jake didn't mind the affection. If only cause, the reality of it was, they didn't quite know each other. Eddie felt a little bit like they did, of course, as some kids were wont to feel towards special people, but Jake owed him nothing. Certainly not that open-ended kindness of a boy who didn't mind another boy being a little more...affectionate than was strictly normal between boys.
It breaks down a wall inside of Eddie, something he isn't fully aware of, but it's made to crumble all the same in the instance of a single smile sent his way. And a tangible feeling arises around Jake: safe.
Safe in the sense that Eddie could maybe be a little more open with Jake. His staring is unblinking, unwavering, as all of this rushes up over him. Then finally, Eddie does respond.)
(Don't make me promise that. I keep my promises and I don't know if I can keep that one.)
(Promises were a sort of magic for Eddie and his friends. Richie hadn't even made him promise. Eddie wasn't so sure- but he thinks maybe the universe wanted him dead in some distant, cruel way. He knew, rationally, all things died, but somehow it felt a little more personal in his case. He looks away from Jake then.)
(I'll try though. It's not like I WANT to die, and I'm way too big of a coward to play the hero, so you don't need to worry about me being reckless.)
(And finally, after a couple of seconds, Eddie smiles a little.)
(Yeah, I felt really bold. It was weird. I never feel bold.)
(That sentence alone is very telling, though Eddie doesn't expand beyond that.)
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And perhaps this is the best Jake can expect--an agreement the other will do his best. For all his power, he can't stop death like the Reset Room allegedly can, which he has his own severe doubts about.]
( I should make you promise if you have to keep it... ) [He won't, though.] ( But that's all I want. )
[For Eddie to give himself a fighting chance.
Eddie's hesitation in the matter of his affection feels like another tip to an iceberg Jake suspects he's only seeing a small picture of without probing deeper--and if he did, he'd be taking away Eddie's ability to bring it up in his own way, in his own time. Eddie had accepted his powers without question--he can do the same. He returns the smile. What matters is that--]
( I didn't mind it. You should stick with being bold. )
[And honestly, he'd needed that, he thinks.]
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(You'd have to make a blood pact with me in that case. Trust me, Jake. It's not like I WANT to die. I'm not fatalistic.)
(He was probably the least fatalistic of his friends, in a way. Eddie's loyalty didn't equate to an indifference towards death, after all.
Eddie winds up staring all over again, and a slow burn rises up into his cheeks. He's glad for the dark of the night, and turns his face away to keep on walking. Stick with being bold. He wondered if Jake would say that if he really knew.
Maybe he would though.
Eddie instantly shuts that idea down with the same kind of deliberate aggression he used to shut many other things down with. He's quiet, but not in a bad way. He doesn't let go of Jake, after all, and instead just stays close as they walk.)
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On the one hand, Eddie's already said it--he doesn't have a death wish, and so far the only danger that's emerged is the Sound Eaters and they affect everyone.]
( You mean suicidal? )
[He elects to let it go. He doesn't want to be melodramatic when Eddie's loopy from the drink and probably not even thinking clearly. A problem for another day.]
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