josh "elixir" foley (
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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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[ he would just really rather not dip his toe into that. that seems to be a nightmare waiting to happen. the lack of cohesion, the split cell groups, the -
the list goes on really. he doesn't trust anyone with their eyes on expansion, either. ]
What's - what's the one that doesn't stay put. Something something before law?
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[Geez this is a weird thing to be bringing up.]
We both know Kaneki's reputation with the Tower before he brought you here, right? I've spoken with him. He's not the same. He's so... broken. Grieving over what he has or may have done. And when I spoke to him, he told me he isn't from here. He's from another version of this world. ImPorted form being an imPort in another world just like this, that didn't fall apart. He just woke up in this Kaneki's body.
[Which means not only does Krakoa now have a potential threat from the inside, but they could even have an excuse for Hargreeves working for a Black Op squad.]
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[ he doesn't put it past the tower. ]
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[He hates asking it. But Judd would give it to them. For them. For this place. God he hates it so much.]
We're worse than Scott, aren't we?
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[ he glances down at his hands. feeling wither's fingers locked between them, hearing his final pleas for mercy. ]
Because I'll go out myself before I put a child on that team.
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[ and that will be it. ]
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[Allison will probably accept it.]
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[ which is an understatement. their little island was rocked by his kidnapping. ]
They got me because I was distracted by some guy. [ 'some guy'. its wrong and he knows it. kavinsky's been trying to contact him and he hasn't reached out. ] It won't happen again. But they know it can be done, which means I have to change everything.
We should look into modifying the amplifiers. I can try to project my death powers out of the dome.
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But what really gets David's attention is that statement. And David shakes his head.]
No. No, we are not going Necrosha. I refuse.
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[ he looks equally unimpressed. some part of that cool guy edge dropping as he reaches up to shove his hair out of his face. ]
If I have to, I'll make the island uninhabitable by anyone I haven't personally altered.
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[They might be soon. He'll work the theory. But he will likely insist on being hte one to make the choice on whether to flip that switch. It's one that can't be unflipped.]
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[ flatly. ]
We need plans. Contingencies. A hell of a lot more than we had going for us before.
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[ sharply. he knows, david, he knows. ]
The batshit cultists up North might be a good bet. I think they want to be left alone as badly as we do. Equality Before All. Olin Vale. [ a grimace ] House of M.
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I have no clue what Fucking compelled that woman to that name, but I loathe it. I'd hate to work with them, even if we need allies. If we must make overtures, can Jane do it? I can't stand to see that woman.
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[ he closes his eyes, tapping a finger against his lip thoughtfully. ]
If Olin Vale is real, then Rim'd be the best fit for that... I don't trust them as far as I can throw them, but if we need it, the Imperium's there... Jane can talk to them. I'd probably mesh well with EBA. [ he glances at david from under long white lashes. ] Which leaves you with the frosty nutters.
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Why can't Rim speak with the crazies? Or is the fact that I put up with you for so long that makes you think I'm equipped to it.
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[ that might be the most josh-ish he's sounded since david walked through the doors. ]
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Literally nothing equips any of us for that situation. Hell, even alt-evil-President-me wasn't big on fucking decorum.
[Or was that it? Was that why he gets the crazies.]
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Fine. I'll deal with the fucking space-dork. But I want Judd nearby while I do it. I don't trust the Koolaid drinkers not to fuck with my head.
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[David sighs and reaches up to rub at his temples.]
Most of this will have to go down at the Synod itself. Which will mean our movements are more obvious than we'd like.
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[ let him have this. for ten seconds. ]
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