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Bak ([info]punching_bag) wrote in [info]marinanova,
@ 2013-04-01 11:48:00

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Entry tags::mingle, aidan reilly, aradia megido, artemis crock, asami sato, bak chang, calliope-caliborn, dawn summers, derek morgan, dick grayson (all-star), elena gilbert, euphemia li britannia, hei, helix wamtani, jean-luc picard, kitty pryde (aoa), kitty pryde (evolution), klara guildsen, lacus clyne, penelope garcia, piter de vries, rebecca crane, richie foley, roxy lalonde, sam winchester, sougo okita, spencer reid, spike, tear grants, terry mcginnis, xander harris, yuuki kuran, yuuri shibuya, yvaine, zero kiryuu

Mingle: Event Kick-Off
[ It was mid-morning. The sky was clear and it was a (not so) very blustery day. It was cool but it was always cool. It was neither too warm nor too hot.

Lukewarm.

And that was just how Bak preferred it. Especially since he had in hand his very important, extra special concoction of wonderful forgetfulness on hand! Bak could stand teasing, but even this was getting ridiculous.

Hefting the bag a little higher so it fit snug into the crook between elbow and shoulder, he stepped off into wild world of Marinanova and promptly had to grab onto his hat.

Opps. He always forgot about that step down.

Taking another step, he nearly tripped again, this time on a rock. Frowning, Bak starred at the offending piece of debris and then he kicked it.

And yelped.

And then held his foot, dropping his bag in a near blinding rush of ”Eeeek!” as he dived for the paper bag, watching as with a POOF half of the contents disappeared into the wind, leaving him sneezing and dazed on the ground wondering what the heck had just happened. Clearly, his own formula had been getting the best of him. It happens when one sneaky scientist messes with the formula and Bak spent the better part of the morning putting the final touches of the mixture together.

Heightened emotions indeed.

Bak will rue this day assuming he survived it. ]


((ooc: Consider this post an open mingle and the start of the Marina Feelings Roulette Event! Creating your own posts is, as always, highly encouraged. And, unless you got an extra hefty dose of it right off the bat (re: by being in proximity to Bak when it happened) feelings should gradually start to go haywire later in the day with strongest feelings in the afternoon and tapering off again as evening descends. For more info on the details, please go here. Have fun!))



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[info]trappedinresin
2013-04-04 08:02 pm UTC (link)
Ridiculous...

[She murmurs, but the blooming of the tree stops, at least. Her cheeks redden faintly- it's not that it's that strange, to occasionally be unable to hide emotions. A couple blooms fall and land within her short hair. Closing her eyes, she takes a steadying breath, before glancing back down to the side.]

If that's all, I've got a lot to do today.

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[info]notamasochist
2013-04-04 08:55 pm UTC (link)
[It isn't ridiculous. Rather, what could be considered ridiculous is that his hand is almost at her hair before he even comprehends what he's going to do.]

No. That's not all.

[Gently his fingers remove the blooms from their resting place before he draws his attention back to her face. She's still studiously avoiding facing him. Running away. Refusing to face him. There is guilt written all over her from head to toe. She desperately wants him to leave her alone, he knows that.]

What are you to me? Why are you so desperate to keep that from me?

[Because the body of one who has spent the last half of this decade avoiding relationships and bonds with anyone shouldn't be so comfortable with a total stranger.]



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[info]trappedinresin
2013-04-04 09:15 pm UTC (link)
[Her eyes close, the proximity and gentle brush of his fingers as he plucks the flowers from her hair, causing her to draw a breath.]

Zero...

[Her eyes open, tongue wetting her lips. Her hand reaches up to grasp his, intent on moving it away from her. Don't touch me she wants to murmur. But instead she draws it to her cheek, heart aching.]

Why do you have to ask me these questions?

[Her grasp tightens. All of her feelings for him are too strong. When she has a mission to complete at home, she can't allow her heart to be tied to this person. If he cares for her, then she knows it will be impossible to follow through with. It's better to leave things as they are, Zero.

Her hand presses to his chest, palm up above his heart. It beats smooth and steady beneath her fingers.]


I don't want to hurt this.

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[info]notamasochist
2013-04-05 02:03 am UTC (link)
[His name fell like a prayer from her lips. Not the formal "Hunter-san" or "Mr. Future Association President" that she seems determined to label him with. Not even the informal Kiryuu-kun that people familiar with him back home refer to him as.

Zero.

Even more surprising is the act of affection with her drawing his hand to her cheek. The words and actions that follow, the light touch on his chest, the words of concern for him leave him feeling confused and grasping at the millions of thoughts running through his head.

His instincts are dead on. He knows that.]


It was you, wasn't it?

[He asks but doesn't need an answer. He knows it. In some misguided attempt to protect him--it had to be her.]

Why wouldn't I question it? If there are parts of your memories missing that you know someone has the answers to, you do what you can to fill in those holes. Even if that means questioning your--

[Cutting himself off as he realizes he isn't talking about himself right now. Things are getting mixed up in his head, sort of like a dream that skips from scene to scene. Is there two of them? That wasn't possible, to be mistaking them for each other but try as he might--he can't push her image out of his head. The pursuit for answers. It wasn't possible. Closing his eyes he grasps her hand that is caressing his face so she can't avoid it and focuses on his question.]

Was this by my request? Did I want this?

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[info]trappedinresin
2013-04-05 02:40 am UTC (link)
[Don't bring it up. The similarity between the situation isn't lost on her. The frustration and helplessness of desperately searching for an answer purposefully kept. Her opposite hand releases him, burying within her hair. This is so unfair to him, when all he ever did was try and help her find those things that left her with so much uncertainty.

The bracelet on her wrist jingles, a reminder that even right now, if needed she could take this memory from him too. She doesn't have the heart to, though. All she can manage to do is shake her head in response.]

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[info]notamasochist
2013-04-05 03:26 am UTC (link)
[He has to force down the taste of bile that accumulates within his throat as he watches her. Her response isn't verbal but her face tells him his answers. The bracelet that flashes on her wrist opens up a slew of new questions and paths that needed explored.]

You were no stranger. I assume that's mine. [Pointedly he looks at her wrist and the emblem embossed in the metal of the jewelry.] They wouldn't give that to someone who wasn't around me constantly.

Why?

[So many questions sit in that one word. Why?]

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[info]trappedinresin
2013-04-05 03:46 am UTC (link)
[She licks her lips, quiet for a long stretch of time. Is it worth keeping this up any more? When the spell releases though, just how much will he hate her for it? Head tilting to the side, she draws a breath. The weak smile is all that's visible, hardly a reflecting of her true self. Bangs sweeping down, they shield her eyes from view. It takes a moment for her to find her voice, and begin. The words simply don't want to come.]

It-- It's because in order to do what's right... you can't protect everyone.

[But she knows he'd try. And she can't have him doing that. And she can't succeed if he tries to stop her. The only way she can see to stop Kaname is by turning him human. And the only way to do that, is to forfeit her own life.]

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[info]notamasochist
2013-04-05 03:53 am UTC (link)
[And he waits...not saying a word because that is the vaguest answer ever nor does it make any sense. So he waits because there has to be more.]

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[info]trappedinresin
2013-04-05 04:07 am UTC (link)
[Neither does she. Maybe it's not a lot, but it's already so much more than she's intended to tell him. In response, she simply allows the silence to stretch.]

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[info]notamasochist
2013-04-05 04:22 am UTC (link)
[Fine. Don't answer. He's doing a decent job coming up with his own answers in your silence.]

So you just decided to cut away the burden entirely so you don't have to protect it any longer.

[Not a very good impression forming here.]

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[info]trappedinresin
2013-04-05 04:26 am UTC (link)
[It's not like that, she wants to say. Never the less she simply murmurs in response.]

If that's what you think...

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[info]notamasochist
2013-04-05 04:39 am UTC (link)
[You are the most infuriating...]

Do you not understand that what I think doesn't matter right now? I have no facts, just ideas and vague memories that make no sense. I don't even know what is real or not for five years of my life, so stop acting like you're the victim and I don't have the rights to something that belongs to me when you're the one that took them.

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[info]trappedinresin
2013-04-05 04:56 am UTC (link)
[This time, it's her turn to snap. Jaw clenching, she glances up to glare at him. It's not even that she wants to be the victim, either. She just-- she doesn't know how to handle this situation.

Her hand returns to him, only to drag him to the side and push him hard into the tree.]


It's not like that!!

[Fangs visible, she growls in frustration.]

I know that! I know it already!

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[info]trappedinresin
2013-04-05 04:58 am UTC (link)
[Hands shaking, she releases him and attempts to reign in the sudden surge of frustration and panic. Emotions cycle fast, and her shoulders slump, as though in defeat. Head leaning forward it comes to rest on his chest.]

I understand exactly how scary it is to lose a piece of your life. I know.

[Over ten long years lost to that fear and uncertainty. Yet all this time she's thought that with Zero, what she's done is best for all of them.]

I know, so please... just let me think a little bit. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have.

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[info]notamasochist
2013-04-05 07:20 pm UTC (link)
[The sudden change in her emotions catches him offguard. Finding himself in a similar position that she had been in just two days before, back pressed against the tree as her emotions get away from her.

And just as quickly as she's sparked to life, the light is gone--snuffed out and she breaks. Head falling against his chest.

To be honest, it's an awkward position for him as he's unsure of how to handle it. Her upset is genuine and the desire to wrap his arms around her and comfort her is strong, but he doesn't because there is so many things wrong with that idea. Her emotions are from the repercussions of what she'd done to him-which has resulted in him viewing her as a complete stranger. He isn't one who is comfortable with giving acts of affection, so the very concept of wanting to give her comfort should be foreign to him in the first place. That desire remains though, proving that his relationship with this girl is a lot more complicated than he could probably even imagine. Instead he just uncomfortably stands there, his body tense and unsure.

She cares about him. That's the only thing he knows for sure at the moment. How much and the reasons why elude him but he knows she cares.

There are ideas forming in his head though. Things he just wasn't ready to discuss outside the confines of his own thoughts until he was able to get clarification. All just guesses from the information he did have. But they contradict the information he does know about himself. But then he isn't even sure what is real or not about himself at the moment.]


Just...tell me. I know I'm missing someone. I can't see their face but I know they were there.

[Eyes closing, he leans his head back against the tree, forcing the words to come out-even if he's not sure he's ready for the answer.]

But then there are times that I think maybe it's just you but I'm not sure. None of it makes sense and I can't tell if it's one or two.

[Each distinct in his head but with a huge sense of overlap in his emotions is muddying up the waters even more. The whole thing is making him second guess everything he knows about himself.]

Just tell me, did you just take yourself or is there another?

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[info]trappedinresin
2013-04-08 12:29 am UTC (link)
[All these questions. How much longer can she keep this farce up? She never anticipated that after such a short amount of time things would derail so quickly. At home, when she cast the spell, she never imagined they would be in a situation like Marina. Or that they would have to interact ever again.][A quiet, ashamed murmur. Because she knows the pain of losing everything, she wouldn't take any more than that from him. It was her belief taking his memories of her would make things better. Her head shakes from side to side. She knows it's difficult to swallow, all of this.]

Probably... you're confused. The me of the past, and the me of the present.

[Her human self verses her vampire self. She smiles weakly against him.]

You want to know the truth, Zero? Actually, we're foster siblings...

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[info]notamasochist
2013-04-08 04:06 am UTC (link)
[That isn't what he was expecting to hear. Not even in the slightest. The past and the present. Foster siblings. Again, only more questions are brought forth from her answers.

This isn't what he'd thought their bond would be. Though to be honest he felt a little foolish for believing that maybe there had been something romantic between the two of them. She was a pureblood vampire and he was a vampire hunter--that hated purebloods with every ounce of his being.

The idea of him living with a pureblood vampire was ludicrous.
Except for one thing.]


Kaien Kurosu is more of an idiot than I thought.

[How much damage had that moron's ideologic visions caused? Of course he would take in a pureblood and agree to raise it.]

He probably thought it would be a great experiment...

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[info]trappedinresin
2013-04-08 04:17 am UTC (link)
[ . . . Somehow that comment hurts a little. Is that what he really thinks? And such a low opinion of her adoptive father. He isn't so cruel...]

I wasn't... just some kind of experiment. Headmaster- he isn't like that...

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[info]notamasochist
2013-04-09 02:45 pm UTC (link)
[Sorry, he still can't make heads or tails of it yet.]

That's exactly what his school is. You don't think he'd think of putting a pureblood and a hunter in the same house together as some sort of proof of co-existence.

[Yet...had they? It didn't make complete sense. The her from 'before' and 'after'. An event...]

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[info]trappedinresin
2013-04-10 03:14 pm UTC (link)
His school is proof. How else can any of us hope to take steps forward together?

[Quietly...]

I know you may not want to believe it. But there... there are plenty of us who want nothing more than to get along, too.

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[info]notamasochist
2013-04-29 02:57 pm UTC (link)
[You're right. He doesn't want to believe it. With a shake of his head, he turns away.]

Altering your opponents memories is a great first step. Really conductive to instilling a sense of trust.

[And yes, he's pissed and needing space. There's a lot of information that isn't making any sense and he's long past the point of being able to handle it.]

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[info]trappedinresin
2013-05-01 03:36 am UTC (link)
[At that, she remains quiet, unsure what to say. Because he's right, she knows. But to her, even if he hates her for it, at least... at least he's safe.

At least, that's what she thought before recalling everything here. Evenso, what does he want her to say, if anything at all?]

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[info]notamasochist
2013-05-02 05:33 pm UTC (link)
[There are no words needed. He's already ended their conversation and began to walk away from her.]

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