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f20202020-09-09 07:07 am
goldtoxicity) wrote in f20202020-09-09 07:07 am
they built paradise
WHO: Joshua Foley and YOU!
WHERE: Krakoa
WHEN: ~2019 and back
WHAT: Backdated events! Before his kidnapping.
WARNINGS: nsfw here and there!
OPEN PROMPTS.
a diplomatic visit. ~ two years ago
[ this is a necessary evil. if they want to maintain their independence then they need to be non-threatening, or at least enough of an asset that allies are willing to let them be in exchange for a few favors.
no wonder scott summers lost his mind. his life is nothing but moving parts now. so little is stable and nothing feels certain - this empire is built on sand and the slightest rumble will make it fall. all of this has given him newfound respect for the mutants who had come before him, understanding them in a way he never could have back home... but still with the determination not to repeat their mistakes. if sacrifices are to be made, he intends for them to be his.
and it doesn't leave a lot of time for himself - not when he feels like he's promising parts of his soul to people, and sacrificing what's left to maintain the balance. he's tired twenty-four seven.
and it only worsens when someone docks at their harbor. he could leave this to the rest of the council, but he's always found it better to be the first one to greet a new arrival. lest they decide to try to turn the five into a four. ]
So glad you could make it, [ he says, hoping it sounds genuine. golden hands clasp the outstretched hand, his lips curved into a smile. ] Krakoa welcomes you.
beach day. ~ a year and a half ago
[ keeping krakoa running is a full time job. most of the population is too young to really care for themselves. joshua foley has gone from a largely irresponsible mess to - well, still a mess, but a mess with a ton of responsibilities. david's technology keeps him tapped into almost the entire population of the island and their health.
but sometimes? sometimes he needs none of that. he needs quiet.
the beaches are quiet during school hours. josh is sprawled out on the sand in a pair of black swim trunks, one arm folded behind his head, his eyes shut behind a pair of stylish sunglasses. when the shadow falls across his face he groans low and turns away. ]
Oh come on. I know nobody is dead or dying. [ he pushes the glasses up his face. ] Today is me time. Did we not establish this was me time?
stress. ~ a year ago
[ he doesn't remember what set him off. an article, maybe. something small to feed into growing paranoia. realizing that there's yet another person now on krakoa that shouldn't be. something small, something that he can't catch, and he knows there's no point in having that fight because they've had that fight and he can't justify it.
and so his office is in shambles. his fingers tangled in his hair, eyes clenched shut as he breathes hard. ]
Fuck!
[ he sinks slowly down the wall, gritting his teeth. he hears the door open. ]
Not the time!
WILDCARD.
[ hit me up at minimoffs @ plurk or shoot me a dm if you'd like to plan something specific or something off krakoa! ]
WHERE: Krakoa
WHEN: ~2019 and back
WHAT: Backdated events! Before his kidnapping.
WARNINGS: nsfw here and there!
OPEN PROMPTS.
a diplomatic visit. ~ two years ago
[ this is a necessary evil. if they want to maintain their independence then they need to be non-threatening, or at least enough of an asset that allies are willing to let them be in exchange for a few favors.
no wonder scott summers lost his mind. his life is nothing but moving parts now. so little is stable and nothing feels certain - this empire is built on sand and the slightest rumble will make it fall. all of this has given him newfound respect for the mutants who had come before him, understanding them in a way he never could have back home... but still with the determination not to repeat their mistakes. if sacrifices are to be made, he intends for them to be his.
and it doesn't leave a lot of time for himself - not when he feels like he's promising parts of his soul to people, and sacrificing what's left to maintain the balance. he's tired twenty-four seven.
and it only worsens when someone docks at their harbor. he could leave this to the rest of the council, but he's always found it better to be the first one to greet a new arrival. lest they decide to try to turn the five into a four. ]
So glad you could make it, [ he says, hoping it sounds genuine. golden hands clasp the outstretched hand, his lips curved into a smile. ] Krakoa welcomes you.
beach day. ~ a year and a half ago
[ keeping krakoa running is a full time job. most of the population is too young to really care for themselves. joshua foley has gone from a largely irresponsible mess to - well, still a mess, but a mess with a ton of responsibilities. david's technology keeps him tapped into almost the entire population of the island and their health.
but sometimes? sometimes he needs none of that. he needs quiet.
the beaches are quiet during school hours. josh is sprawled out on the sand in a pair of black swim trunks, one arm folded behind his head, his eyes shut behind a pair of stylish sunglasses. when the shadow falls across his face he groans low and turns away. ]
Oh come on. I know nobody is dead or dying. [ he pushes the glasses up his face. ] Today is me time. Did we not establish this was me time?
stress. ~ a year ago
[ he doesn't remember what set him off. an article, maybe. something small to feed into growing paranoia. realizing that there's yet another person now on krakoa that shouldn't be. something small, something that he can't catch, and he knows there's no point in having that fight because they've had that fight and he can't justify it.
and so his office is in shambles. his fingers tangled in his hair, eyes clenched shut as he breathes hard. ]
Fuck!
[ he sinks slowly down the wall, gritting his teeth. he hears the door open. ]
Not the time!
WILDCARD.
[ hit me up at minimoffs @ plurk or shoot me a dm if you'd like to plan something specific or something off krakoa! ]
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[She clenches her fists hard into her skirt, whitening the knuckles. So far she'd managed to keep herself a little to the side of certain problems that she knew were rife in this place, either by ignoring them or simply avoiding them entirely, but she can't do that any longer. None of them can afford to.]
If that someone has to be me, then-- fine.
[Jane knows it's not just her. David, Luther, all the others... they wouldn't have managed to get him back if they didn't care.
She shakes her head.]
I know-- I know the Director General of The Northwestern Imperium. She'd help me if I asked.
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I'll think about it.
[ they're a council, though. they're supposed to weigh in equally.
but he supposes he's really the only one who has extensive experience into the filthy work that goes into keeping a place like this alive without sacrificing your moral center completely. ]
We don't want to hop out of the frying pan and straight into the fire.
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Of course not. Things are quite complicated enough already.
[They'll all have to talk about it together, and for once Jane isn't sure she can rely too much on her usual ability to be a voice of reason.]
I did come to see you but um... [She trails off, and... damn it there's that heat behind her eyelids again.] I don't think I realised how much you've been on my mind since you disappeared.
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some of the tension sloughs off his shoulders, replaced with concern and regret. ]
... I'm sorry, Jane.
[ he is. for thinking they could get on without him. for resenting how he relied on them and them on him. ]
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Oh, don't be silly.
[If that desk wasn't in the way she'd hug him, but that would probably just make the crying worse.]
I just missed you, that's all. Very much. We're friends, aren't we?
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[ he doesn't want to think about it. that tiny room. the suffocating dark. the terrible loneliness. ]
I missed you too.
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I had no idea it was you that Kaneki wanted to bring along. [It must have been quite the surprise for Luther.]
I suppose my soft heart came in handy this time, don't you think?
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Yeah... [ sort of. he shakes his head. ] I was so out of it I didn't recognize him.
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But I didn't recognise him either, at first. He wasn't someone I expected to find crying out for rescue.
[And she had been unsure, of course...]
I couldn't just leave him there. Not even knowing who he was. He kept saying he wasn't 'him'.
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[ all that. ]
It was a good call and it paid off.
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Well, she's heard the stories.] He just seems scared. I feel sorry for him.
[She looks at him with a smile, then tilts her head and puffs out a breath.]
What are we going to do about the Synod?
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[ be absently taps his fingers against his desk. ]
Can't show any weakness.