FRIENDSHIP. childhood friendsĀ /Ā work buddies or coworkersĀ Ā /Ā family friendsĀ /Ā friends with benefitsĀ /Ā smoking buddiesĀ /Ā adventure buddiesĀ /Ā fake friendsĀ /Ā recently friendsĀ /Ā party buddiesĀ /Ā friendship of needĀ /Ā dying friendshipĀ /Ā circumstantial friendshipĀ /Ā partners in crimeĀ /Ā old friendshipĀ /Ā [Ā your museĀ ]Ā is the good influenceĀ /Ā [Ā your museĀ ]Ā is the bad influenceĀ /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is the good influenceĀ /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is the bad influenceĀ /Ā opposites attractĀ /Ā ride or dieĀ /Ā frenemiesĀ Ā /Ā roommates or flatmatesĀ /Ā penpalsĀ /Ā exes to friendsĀ /Ā enemies to friendsĀ Ā /Ā other.
FAMILIAL. siblings [Ā half ]Ā /Ā siblings [Ā step ]Ā /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is an older sibling figure to yourĀ younger sibling figureĀ Ā /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is a younger sibling figure to yourĀ older sibling figure museĀ /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is a parental figure to yoursĀ /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is a child figure to your museĀ /Ā guardian figureĀ /Ā legal guardianĀ /Ā adoptive childĀ /Ā foster childĀ /Ā [Ā your museĀ ]Ā is taken under mines wingĀ /Ā [Ā my museĀ ]Ā is taken under yours wingĀ /Ā other.
ANTAGONISTIC. Ā Ā dangerous to each otherĀ /Ā dangerous to othersĀ /Ā unpredictableĀ /Ā rivalsĀ /Ā pettyĀ /Ā developing into sexual or romantic tensionĀ /Ā based off family mattersĀ /Ā based of off circumstanceĀ /Ā based of professional mattersĀ /Ā based off misunderstanding or liesĀ /Ā conflict of ideologyĀ /Ā betrayalĀ /Ā hero - villain dynamicĀ /Ā enemiesĀ /Ā fight clubĀ /Ā friends turned enemiesĀ /Ā lovers turned enemiesĀ /Ā exes turned enemiesĀ /Ā other.
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" can you just- "
taro's eyes narrowed, they wanted to say they recognized who this was, but for now it hadn't quite clicked a face to a voice. nor a voice to a name. maybe some insignificant information that had been buried at the bottom of an unimportant corner of their databases. they needed to sleep--organize, re-prioritize; especially if they weren't immediately picking onto something. or maybe they didn't know who this was, just a confusion between two different people that looked similar.
it wouldn't be the first time, they guessed. hero suits really blend together--hence why they were glad theirs was a little different from most they'd seen. nonetheless, this was still getting a little irritating.
" i don't know how this works yet. i'll figure it out, i just need time, a couple minutes. can you just make sure nobody's coming. "
taro didn't moved from their spot, curled up about a foot off the ground on a piece of hard light, staring forward--currently at logan--not responding at first. it should be safe--it could be safe; yet maybe it wasn't. maybe this was some kind of trap. calculations running through their systems as if to predict how likely it was; programmed lie checkers running through as they stared at logan's face. searching for tells, for anything, really.
" i messed up. "
a murmur of sound, barely synced with the movement of their mouth before they looked down. they tried to be as careful as possible when it came to shield--getting near it, being around it. they had evidently not been careful enough. spotted on a few cameras, or detected, or something...they didn't know how long it would take for someone to realize what they were, why they were there. the worst part seemed to lack of anything actually gotten from the risk and now sacrifice of the comfort of invisibility they'd been under.
at least before, shield probably thought they had been decommissioned. broken down in some hole they couldn't find. how long before they realized the kid that broke in was 'it'?
āwhy are you asking me so many questions?ā <- laura kinney
" oh. "
a pause to that multitude of questions they had been saying with seemingly little to no end. it was only after the 'answer' wasn't so much, and was instead a question towards then that they paused then stopped completely. staring with no expression for a moment as if loading.
" i like asking questions. and learning about people, sometimes the easiest way to do that is to ask questions. you don't have to answer all of them. just the ones you want to. "
a pause, before they shrugged.
" ...preferably, it'd be nice if you did answer all of them though. "
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Ā Ā He has left. It would be wise to take this moment to move on.
Ā Ā David grimaces, a groan in the back of his throat as he tries to focus harder on the words in the book heās reading.
Ā Ā Why linger, boy? So desperate for a protector, are you? Pathetic.
Ā Ā He hunches deeper into the armchair that has become his favourite perch in Loganās apartment. David starts reading the words of his novel aloud, trying to drown out the concerns of his alters. Trying to cling to the real world even as they try to drag him into his mindscape.
Ā Ā Ā How dare you ignore me!
Ā Ā A sharp pain in his arm and David gasps. In less than a blink heās surrounded by the surrealist landscape of his brain. Colours known and unknown make the place bright and expansive. Architecture in impossible arches and walkways and shapes. Some walls have the remnants of prison cells carved into the brain matter. Shattered bars and empty, dark hovels. The vestiges of a mind that once saw incarceration as the only option. There is still a prison in here. A place where the worst languish, where the personalities that want to break and hurt more than anything reside.
Ā Ā With the way Ksenia has sunk her psionic claws into his arm youād think sheād belong there, but sheās not that destructive, so David lets her roam more. Thatās if she behaves, and right now, she isnāt. He tugs his arm free of her grip, scowling down at the diminutive Moscow heiress.
Ā Ā We linger, David says, rubbing at his arm and watching his mental form heal itself. Because we need somewhere safe to work our shit out. We canāt keep livinā on the street. Just survivinā that doesnāt give us enough time to ā¦ to make this work.
Ā Ā He gestures to his mindscape. Itās not pristine, not well. Parts are still crumbling and burnt and scarred. Pieces shattered by his time removed from existence and the sudden, cruel wrenching of his return. As his arm lowers, a cool, calming blue light washes over him, and a pair of blue skinned hands settle on his shoulders.
Ā Ā We are concerned, says Delphic, her voice serene and motherly. Sheās one of the good ones. You seem to be growing attached to the feral man. The longer we linger I become more certain that our fate is to be found by our father. Can we truly trust him?
Ā Ā Davidās gaze lowers. He shifts and opens his mouth to respond, but then he feels a sharp tug at his mind, and a small goblin runs over to grab his leg.
Ā Ā Pay attention, David, Findle the Finder gargles.
Ā Ā With a gasp, David is back in the real world. He feels the mental fog that comes with a dissociative episode, but itās not a bad one. He hasnāt moved from the armchair, so heās not disoriented by his surroundings, but he does smell the bitter scent of psionic blades cutting into matter. He groans when he notes the perfect slices into the armrest beneath his fingers. There isnāt much time to worry about that because his telepathic net has picked up someone. Someone who is right outside the door. Someone who isnāt Logan.
Ā Ā Eyes widen, and his gaze darts to the door into the apartment. The handle twists, and David reacts on instinct. He projects a mental cloud meant to keep a person from perceiving him. Itāll force them to pass their gaze over him and not clock his presence. As the door starts opening, David clamps his hands over his mouth and pushes himself back into the chair. He stops breathing. He doesnāt need to anyway.
"What-?" The doctor looked genuinely confused at the statement, what could she have done now that warranted this? "I don't- Wolverine what are you talking about?" She was starting to grow frantic, pushing aside part of her coat to reach for the gun strapped to her hip. Taking hold of it but not quite pulling it from it's holster yet.
"What have I done to you?" Marisa spoke out in a harsh whisper, backing away from him like a scared animal.
