alec (𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦) brennan⚡ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
striketwice) wrote2022-10-03 03:45 pm
striketwice) wrote2022-10-03 03:45 pm
reverie ⚡️ overflow
reverie ⚡️ overflow
( from here )
[ Just give him a second to really parse that he heard the word "Pokemon". And that he's looking at a flesh and blood Pokemon.
What the fuck is this prison?? ]
... There a lot of those where you come from? Pokemon?
[ Just give him a second to really parse that he heard the word "Pokemon". And that he's looking at a flesh and blood Pokemon.
What the fuck is this prison?? ]
... There a lot of those where you come from? Pokemon?
Yes. They've proven dangerous so we're still in the process of learning about them.
Bare-handed or-?
[ Not Alec with a mental image of Cyllene trying to fist fight a Pikachu. ]
[ Not Alec with a mental image of Cyllene trying to fist fight a Pikachu. ]
Some have their own Pokemon. I have a blade.
[ HE'S NOT FAR OFF-- ]
[ HE'S NOT FAR OFF-- ]
You sword fight Pokemon.
[ While you were busy studying Pokemon, Cyllene was studying the blade. Apparently. ]
[ While you were busy studying Pokemon, Cyllene was studying the blade. Apparently. ]
[ A very slight twitch of the lips. It's fine. ]
You learn quickly.
You learn quickly.
I pride myself on being pretty sharp, thanks.
( from here )
[ Has he changed his mind? Apparently he has. Which is a strange thing to consider. For someone who makes a living at dragging skeletons out of closets, Alec makes sure that his own are kept tightly packed inside, behind lock and key, never to see the light of day.
So why this? Why now?
Fuck if he knows, and he's not going to explore it. ]
Yeah sure. We can use my room.
[ It's still just the default room that the dorm comes with. He hasn't put any thought into upgrading it. It'll serve their purpose just fine.
He spares a moment to shovel their untouched food back into the container from which the rice originally came and shove it in the fridge, then off they go. ]
[ Has he changed his mind? Apparently he has. Which is a strange thing to consider. For someone who makes a living at dragging skeletons out of closets, Alec makes sure that his own are kept tightly packed inside, behind lock and key, never to see the light of day.
So why this? Why now?
Fuck if he knows, and he's not going to explore it. ]
Yeah sure. We can use my room.
[ It's still just the default room that the dorm comes with. He hasn't put any thought into upgrading it. It'll serve their purpose just fine.
He spares a moment to shovel their untouched food back into the container from which the rice originally came and shove it in the fridge, then off they go. ]
[Off they go.
Alec’s room looks nearly the same as his, a place with four walls and no attempt at personalization. He’s not surprised, though when the door closes behind them, he’s the first to suggest that he should sit if they’re going to do this.]
You should make yourself comfortable first.
Alec’s room looks nearly the same as his, a place with four walls and no attempt at personalization. He’s not surprised, though when the door closes behind them, he’s the first to suggest that he should sit if they’re going to do this.]
You should make yourself comfortable first.
You're not exactly filling me with a lot of confidence here, my guy.
[ But he plops down on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard. ]
[ But he plops down on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard. ]
[Lips quirking.]
You could stay standing if you wanted. But your body’s going to be in a trance-like state while I’m in your head. You don’t want to be sore after, do you?
[Henry seems to be considering where he wants to sit, because the same also applies to him. He decides it’s easiest to plant himself on the edge of Alec’s bed with his body angled towards him, and crosses over to do just that.]
Have you ever had someone in your memories before?
[Has he had a run-in with a psychic or two in his time?]
You could stay standing if you wanted. But your body’s going to be in a trance-like state while I’m in your head. You don’t want to be sore after, do you?
[Henry seems to be considering where he wants to sit, because the same also applies to him. He decides it’s easiest to plant himself on the edge of Alec’s bed with his body angled towards him, and crosses over to do just that.]
Have you ever had someone in your memories before?
[Has he had a run-in with a psychic or two in his time?]
[ Considering the state they were in just yesterday, "sore" seems light in comparison. ]
I make it a point to avoid having people in my head, actually. So, lucky you.
I make it a point to avoid having people in my head, actually. So, lucky you.
[ There's a weird level of trust involved here that, like most things that have come from this conversation, Alec doesn't really with to explore.
He gives Henry one last considering look, like he's really considering whether or not this is a good idea, but at the end of the day, Alec has surprisingly little to lose. Henry has seen so much, knows so much, already. More than anyone anywhere has ever known about the enigma that is Alec Brennan.
So he shuts his eyes, leans his head back against the headboard, and waits. ]
He gives Henry one last considering look, like he's really considering whether or not this is a good idea, but at the end of the day, Alec has surprisingly little to lose. Henry has seen so much, knows so much, already. More than anyone anywhere has ever known about the enigma that is Alec Brennan.
So he shuts his eyes, leans his head back against the headboard, and waits. ]
[This does require a huge amount of trust, especially given that Henry is no ordinary psychic — he has the ability to twist memories around in someone’s head, and control them as he sees fit. His track record with wheedling into others’ minds is not great when one considers the state he often leaves them in.
But that isn’t his intention today. Far from it. He's just curious. He just wants to explore. He wants to learn more about this man that resonates with the same anger and bitterness that he possesses, so heavy and molten at his core.
And so, without hesitation—and without any resistance on Alec’s part—Henry closes his own eyes and slips into his head with rather disturbing ease. Nothing heralds this transition; one moment, they’re here in reality, and the next—
He’s in, choosing to go wherever Alec’s own mind takes him. What’s in here, he wonders? What will be the first thing he sees?]
But that isn’t his intention today. Far from it. He's just curious. He just wants to explore. He wants to learn more about this man that resonates with the same anger and bitterness that he possesses, so heavy and molten at his core.
And so, without hesitation—and without any resistance on Alec’s part—Henry closes his own eyes and slips into his head with rather disturbing ease. Nothing heralds this transition; one moment, they’re here in reality, and the next—
He’s in, choosing to go wherever Alec’s own mind takes him. What’s in here, he wonders? What will be the first thing he sees?]
Edited 2022-11-16 19:12 (UTC)
[ It takes him, perhaps unsurprisingly given the trail of their talk, back to his childhood home. Maybe Henry doesn’t recognize the place or the time period, since he was either locked up in a lab or wandering around in an alternate dimension at the time, but Alec’s brain will helpfully supply the missing pieces.
Chicago, Illinois. 1977.
The Sears Tower, then only four years old and boasting the title of tallest building in the world, looms in the distance, an impossibly dark silhouette against a backdrop of dark storm clouds. The sky churns, clouds roiling, flashing bright with lightning and distant low thunder rumbling like a threat. It’s not raining. The storm appears to be caught, held high in the sky and waiting for its moment to spill forth. Like a held breath.
Henry will find himself in a dingy, run-down part of town far from the beating heart of the city. The place is falling apart. Homes and businesses sit in various states of disrepair, some even boarded up, people lurk in alleys, a dog barks in the distance. The building before Henry is a battered, two story affair. A rusted, battered garage door stands partially open. A flickering sign bolted to the building reads Mechanic. ]
Chicago, Illinois. 1977.
The Sears Tower, then only four years old and boasting the title of tallest building in the world, looms in the distance, an impossibly dark silhouette against a backdrop of dark storm clouds. The sky churns, clouds roiling, flashing bright with lightning and distant low thunder rumbling like a threat. It’s not raining. The storm appears to be caught, held high in the sky and waiting for its moment to spill forth. Like a held breath.
Henry will find himself in a dingy, run-down part of town far from the beating heart of the city. The place is falling apart. Homes and businesses sit in various states of disrepair, some even boarded up, people lurk in alleys, a dog barks in the distance. The building before Henry is a battered, two story affair. A rusted, battered garage door stands partially open. A flickering sign bolted to the building reads Mechanic. ]
[1977. He was still imprisoned in the lab at this point, so the time nor the place should ring familiar. But Alec’s mind fills in the holes of Henry’s personal experiences — Chicago.
His eyes are drawn to the Sears Tower first and foremost. How that storm hangs in the air like a threat, low and rumbling. He gets the sense that it is pulsating, impatient to spill forth, like a living thing chained up and angry for it. This doesn’t surprise him, given what he’s learned about the man today.
Finally, Henry’s eyes are drawn to the more immediate area. This is clearly a part of town that’s seen better days, and the two-story building before him is no exception. This must be Alec’s old home, and he notes the flickering sign — Mechanic.
So. Obvious enough where he needs to begin. He crosses to the rusted garage door, half open, and bends down just enough to get a peek inside. Gravity pulls his blond hair down across his forehead.]
Hello?
[Anyone there?]
His eyes are drawn to the Sears Tower first and foremost. How that storm hangs in the air like a threat, low and rumbling. He gets the sense that it is pulsating, impatient to spill forth, like a living thing chained up and angry for it. This doesn’t surprise him, given what he’s learned about the man today.
Finally, Henry’s eyes are drawn to the more immediate area. This is clearly a part of town that’s seen better days, and the two-story building before him is no exception. This must be Alec’s old home, and he notes the flickering sign — Mechanic.
So. Obvious enough where he needs to begin. He crosses to the rusted garage door, half open, and bends down just enough to get a peek inside. Gravity pulls his blond hair down across his forehead.]
Hello?
[Anyone there?]
[ As he calls out, Henry's breath is visible in the low, stormy light. The chill of winter yet lingers in the air.
Ducking into the garage will set the lights flickering on, and the low hum of lightbulbs warming up fills the otherwise quiet space. There is a car in here, the hood is open and various pieces of the internals sit strewn about on a work bench or the floor in the small work space. There are tools, too, though in Alec's memory it's perfectly clear that a great deal of them are for show. His father mostly uses magic in his work, and the term Mender comes to mind, though there's no further context given.
No one responds to Henry's call. However, now that he's inside, he can see a set of old wooden stairs in the back of the garage, ostensibly leading to the small apartment above. The door at the top is closed, but there's light coming through the cracks. ]
Ducking into the garage will set the lights flickering on, and the low hum of lightbulbs warming up fills the otherwise quiet space. There is a car in here, the hood is open and various pieces of the internals sit strewn about on a work bench or the floor in the small work space. There are tools, too, though in Alec's memory it's perfectly clear that a great deal of them are for show. His father mostly uses magic in his work, and the term Mender comes to mind, though there's no further context given.
No one responds to Henry's call. However, now that he's inside, he can see a set of old wooden stairs in the back of the garage, ostensibly leading to the small apartment above. The door at the top is closed, but there's light coming through the cracks. ]
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