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maskormenacelogs2016-02-10 03:28 pm
crapbearer) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-02-10 03:28 pm
freshly minted teenager on the loose
WHO: Max and YOU
WHERE: Anywhere!
WHEN: Month of February
WHAT: Catchall log!
WARNINGS: none yet!
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A. ) The Streets of ANYWHERE
Max would never have said he liked it when The War was a looming threat, but it was certainly better than now. Before, it had simply been an unsettling background noise. But with the declaration from Russia still fresh in everyone's minds, Max could see its effect on the people he encountered. Shopkeepers seemed tense, the civilians seemed preoccupied, and the children playing on the street would actively talk about their parents' hushed whispers about the war — some would even approach ImPorts and just outright ask about what was going on.
The atmosphere was... tense. After coming back from Mexico, and after all the kidnapped ImPorts were home safe, everything seemed different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was enough to make him just a smidge more withdrawn than was normal for him.
Still, as he wanders the cities, satisfying his wanderlust, sipping his hot chocolate as he looks around, shops, and explores. Occasionally he might spot another ImPort and strike up a conversation.
"You know, I thought when the kidnapped ImPorts were brought back, things might get less tense, not more."
B. ) Museum of Folklore (Heropa, FL)
Around this time of year, most of the patrons to the museum were small kids on field trips, and that was fine. Max was excellent at the tour guide thing — there's a bit of a Jungle Cruise vibe to his rounds, with the jokes he'll sprinkle in with the education.
If someone were to catch Max here, it'd probably be mid-tour on a weekday afternoon, herding a bunch of small children and teachers along the exhibits, or just at the end of the tour when the kids were enthusiastically asking questions -- some of the time, anyway. Every so often there was a bunch that was bored and tired and wanted to go home.
Or if you're lucky enough to catch him with no tour groups around, he'll greet you with a grin and a wave. "Welcome to the Museum of Folklore!"
C. ) Wildcard! Whatever you want
WHERE: Anywhere!
WHEN: Month of February
WHAT: Catchall log!
WARNINGS: none yet!
--
A. ) The Streets of ANYWHERE
Max would never have said he liked it when The War was a looming threat, but it was certainly better than now. Before, it had simply been an unsettling background noise. But with the declaration from Russia still fresh in everyone's minds, Max could see its effect on the people he encountered. Shopkeepers seemed tense, the civilians seemed preoccupied, and the children playing on the street would actively talk about their parents' hushed whispers about the war — some would even approach ImPorts and just outright ask about what was going on.
The atmosphere was... tense. After coming back from Mexico, and after all the kidnapped ImPorts were home safe, everything seemed different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was enough to make him just a smidge more withdrawn than was normal for him.
Still, as he wanders the cities, satisfying his wanderlust, sipping his hot chocolate as he looks around, shops, and explores. Occasionally he might spot another ImPort and strike up a conversation.
"You know, I thought when the kidnapped ImPorts were brought back, things might get less tense, not more."
B. ) Museum of Folklore (Heropa, FL)
Around this time of year, most of the patrons to the museum were small kids on field trips, and that was fine. Max was excellent at the tour guide thing — there's a bit of a Jungle Cruise vibe to his rounds, with the jokes he'll sprinkle in with the education.
If someone were to catch Max here, it'd probably be mid-tour on a weekday afternoon, herding a bunch of small children and teachers along the exhibits, or just at the end of the tour when the kids were enthusiastically asking questions -- some of the time, anyway. Every so often there was a bunch that was bored and tired and wanted to go home.
Or if you're lucky enough to catch him with no tour groups around, he'll greet you with a grin and a wave. "Welcome to the Museum of Folklore!"
C. ) Wildcard! Whatever you want
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And now he knows Max thinks of him and Virgil as his father. Fathers. Maybe. Well, only Norman is here right now, so... He can't help feeling a swell of pride and honor. Putting an arm around the boy, he replies, "Oh, come 'ere. Thanks, Max."
A very brief pause follows immediately after as Norman contemplates, and then suddenly, "—Same to you, all right? I love you. Remember, you're always the Mighty One to me. But you're not just the Mighty One. And wherever you go, I'll follow. No matter what. If you forget who you are or lose yourself somewhere, I'll do whatever it takes to get you back. That's a promise, Mighty One."
Not just a promise, not to Norman, at least. No, he's decided it's a renewed oath as Guardian of the Mighty One. Now, it's a matter of fulfilling it.
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That whole mess had affected Duncan pretty deeply, though not for the same reasons, so his curiosity overrode his sense of ethics and he wound up leaning silently against Norman's door to listen in on the rest of it, feeling guilty about it the entire time but not enough to stop.
He cringed at Norman saying 'that wasn't you, that was a curse,' because he understood exactly what Max was worrying about, and that was one of those things that would be comforting if it were true, except it isn't, so it only makes you feel worse. And, true to that fact, Max's response is 'but what if,' pressing the point that Norman clearly does not understand and does not know how to address. He's doing his best, Duncan can respect that, but he's not talking about Max's actual problem, and that's...well.
That's Norman, isn't it. His answer provides a lot of insight into his character and his relationship with Max, and Duncan feels like he understands him a little better now.
He tears himself suddenly away from the door. Fuck, what is wrong with him? Thinking about characterization and CR, eavesdropping on something so intensely private and wishing he could intervene--that's exactly the shit Nova criticized players for. People who know private things you never told them acting like they understand your life and know what's best for it. It's really no different from watching over Rhys's shoulder and telling him how to have his character respond to Ravindra, is it?
He needs to not--not this. When he promised to respect his alts' privacy, that didn't exempt him from respecting everyone else's.
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He's not sure if that was the answer he'd been looking for, but hearing it now, he knows it was what he needed. Max leans his head further into Norman's chest, giving a soft sigh as he got comfortable.
"...this is gonna sound weird," Max mumbled, his words already slowing as sleep crept closer, "you can say no if you want. But can you just... hold me like this for a while? Is that okay?"
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When Max settles against him, Norman decides not to backtrack their conversation... Not because he feels the matter has been resolved; there's obviously still something very unsettled about it. The truth is Norman doesn't even really know how to address it. Maybe Virgil would know how, or maybe he'd say something that Norman doesn't completely agree with. But at least Virgil could broach the topic, while Norman unintentionally leaves the band-aid in place. Besides, it'd be more painful for the both of them to confront those raw feelings again.
Without pulling his arm away, Norman gives the boy a couple light pats as he answers, "It's all right, Mighty One. Stay as long as you need."
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