Entry tags:
- fate series: siegfried,
- it: eddie kaspbrak,
- overwatch: mei-ling zhou,
- red vs blue: agent texas,
- roadies: kelly ann,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- x-men movies: charles xavier,
- x-men movies: erik lehnsherr,
- x-men movies: james "logan" howlet,
- x-men movies: jean grey,
- x-men movies: kurt wagner,
- x-men movies: rogue
video 02 | Alzheimer's Disease | Introducing the Losers
(It felt a little bit like a blessing. After losing his memories, getting them back, and going through that alone, Eddie had damn near broken himself down with how badly he had missed his friends. But then they showed up. Not all of them, but the three boys he had been the closest to for the longest, the kind of childhood friends that started out in the single digits. Eddie Kaspbrak was happy. Maybe not perfectly, but for the time being, they were each other's perfect distractions and it was good to have them around.
On top of that, Eddie wanted them to know everything about this place. Including, most importantly, the people who lived there. He could have dragged them from place to place to introduce them to everyone he has come to know and care about, but then he remembered how the device worked and realized how much faster it'd be if he just sent out a video introduction.
So here he was, turning on the video feed and smiling into the camera. Anyone who had seen him lately would have noticed the kid was a bit off, but not here. He might still have bags under his eyes, but there was a brightness in him that hadn't been present in nearly an entire month.)
Hi! It's Eddie. So I know I told some of you about my friends a little bit? And guess what! They're here. Not all of them, but my best buds are- like. Childhood best friends.
(Can you feel his excitement? Eddie is practically vibrating. He's sitting in his room currently, and all it takes is him removing the device entirely from his wrist and turning it around to show Richie Tozier sitting on the floor.)
This is Richie Tozier. He's probably like, my best best friend. You might also notice he has some striking similarities to a trash can.
(He whips the video back around and grimaces a little. Richie was already speaking up with 'Whatever, eds, it's trashcan, not trashcannot.' The quib comes as Eddie's already turned the camera away, and Richie doesn't bother waiting for Eddie to stop talking. Them talking over each other is nothing new, though. Eddie doesn't even hesitate before plunging on.)
Really though, I have to apologize on his behalf for anything stupid he says. And trust me, most of what he says is really stupid.
(And Eddie's up and rushing out of the room, jogging down the hall before bursting into the nearby room that Bill and Stan were sharing. The camera gets whipped around and focuses on Stan. Not looking so amused at the intrusion.)
This is Stan! He's um- the man with the plan, you know?
(Then just like that, he's pulling out of the room, and heading into the main area.
The video doesn't focus on it, but as Eddie slides it across the room, people might notice that the door heading out of their unit is covered in several words painted in black. A large Derry painted over the door, a long list of names down the back of the door, including the Losers' names themselves. And of course, the ominously crookedly written It at the bottom of the door. On the wall beside the door are other words, some sketches, one that almost even looks like a map of something with 'sewers' written over the top of it. But it's a brief passing, something that slides in and out of perspective like a passing thought.
Then Eddie's focusing on a new boy and zooms in on Bill Denbrough's face.)
And this is Bill. He's practically my brother. He is arguably the coolest of us all.
(At first, Bill looks rather grave for his age, waving at the camera for his introduction. But then Richie has to go and jump at Eddie's back, grabbing at one of his cheeks which automatically has Eddie shrieking on the other side of the camera, and at that, Bill starts to laugh. Richie's voice filters through, indistinguishable (probably) insults not easily heard between Bill's laughing and Eddie's whining.
Eddie barely gets the camera back around, his face flushed, and he gives a long exasperated sound. Richie's hand can be seen coming out and grabbing at Eddie's cheek. Again.)
So that's- oh my God, stop- my best friends. So say hi. As for us? Well...We got some uh- stuff to do.
(Is that a small pile of what looks like Kaittan fireworks in the background? Oh boy. Let's just hope those are actually just strange looking sticks.)
OOC | It's completely up to you how you want to interact with this! Feel free to talk to Eddie directly, or make a post directed to all the Losers that they can respond to via separate threads. It's a free for all sort of thing so do whatever.
On top of that, Eddie wanted them to know everything about this place. Including, most importantly, the people who lived there. He could have dragged them from place to place to introduce them to everyone he has come to know and care about, but then he remembered how the device worked and realized how much faster it'd be if he just sent out a video introduction.
So here he was, turning on the video feed and smiling into the camera. Anyone who had seen him lately would have noticed the kid was a bit off, but not here. He might still have bags under his eyes, but there was a brightness in him that hadn't been present in nearly an entire month.)
Hi! It's Eddie. So I know I told some of you about my friends a little bit? And guess what! They're here. Not all of them, but my best buds are- like. Childhood best friends.
(Can you feel his excitement? Eddie is practically vibrating. He's sitting in his room currently, and all it takes is him removing the device entirely from his wrist and turning it around to show Richie Tozier sitting on the floor.)
This is Richie Tozier. He's probably like, my best best friend. You might also notice he has some striking similarities to a trash can.
(He whips the video back around and grimaces a little. Richie was already speaking up with 'Whatever, eds, it's trashcan, not trashcannot.' The quib comes as Eddie's already turned the camera away, and Richie doesn't bother waiting for Eddie to stop talking. Them talking over each other is nothing new, though. Eddie doesn't even hesitate before plunging on.)
Really though, I have to apologize on his behalf for anything stupid he says. And trust me, most of what he says is really stupid.
(And Eddie's up and rushing out of the room, jogging down the hall before bursting into the nearby room that Bill and Stan were sharing. The camera gets whipped around and focuses on Stan. Not looking so amused at the intrusion.)
This is Stan! He's um- the man with the plan, you know?
(Then just like that, he's pulling out of the room, and heading into the main area.
The video doesn't focus on it, but as Eddie slides it across the room, people might notice that the door heading out of their unit is covered in several words painted in black. A large Derry painted over the door, a long list of names down the back of the door, including the Losers' names themselves. And of course, the ominously crookedly written It at the bottom of the door. On the wall beside the door are other words, some sketches, one that almost even looks like a map of something with 'sewers' written over the top of it. But it's a brief passing, something that slides in and out of perspective like a passing thought.
Then Eddie's focusing on a new boy and zooms in on Bill Denbrough's face.)
And this is Bill. He's practically my brother. He is arguably the coolest of us all.
(At first, Bill looks rather grave for his age, waving at the camera for his introduction. But then Richie has to go and jump at Eddie's back, grabbing at one of his cheeks which automatically has Eddie shrieking on the other side of the camera, and at that, Bill starts to laugh. Richie's voice filters through, indistinguishable (probably) insults not easily heard between Bill's laughing and Eddie's whining.
Eddie barely gets the camera back around, his face flushed, and he gives a long exasperated sound. Richie's hand can be seen coming out and grabbing at Eddie's cheek. Again.)
So that's- oh my God, stop- my best friends. So say hi. As for us? Well...We got some uh- stuff to do.
(Is that a small pile of what looks like Kaittan fireworks in the background? Oh boy. Let's just hope those are actually just strange looking sticks.)
OOC | It's completely up to you how you want to interact with this! Feel free to talk to Eddie directly, or make a post directed to all the Losers that they can respond to via separate threads. It's a free for all sort of thing so do whatever.
video; for all of them (separate threads for my sanity? rofl)
Wow, Eddie, what a stroke of luck that a group of your friends would show up all at once! [And the way the smallest boy has brightened up because of it ... He can feel his heart swelling all over again.]
Right, so— [he pauses, straightens up from his somewhat hunched position, all that blue on complete display.] Greetings to all of you! I'm Kurt. I met Eddie a while back, so it's nice to see him have a few friends that he has grown up with around.
I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you. Any questions you have? Feel free to ask.
[Even if they include things about his appearance.]
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So did you roll around in kool-aid this morning or what?
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Koolaid, huh? That's an idea I've never heard.
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You never used kool-aid to dye things? [He tilts his head.] I guess when you're blue already you don't have to.
[The next question just comes right out. Sorry, he's tactless.] Why's your hand like that?
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No, I used regular dye. [Like one normally would, Richie.
His indelicacy doesn't seem to bother Kurt all that much.] Part of the mutation, I'd guess. I was adopted, so none of my family look at all similar to me.
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[He doesn't fully understand what he's seeing, but he's more on the 'this is cool' side of the spectrum over put off or frightened.]
You mutated? Like... was it because of the Russians? [There'd been some sort of nuclear disaster somewhere over there, but Richie can't recall specifics, exactly.] I heard that it can make you grow extra fingers and glow and stuff. Can you glow?
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Thought that might grab your attention. See, most people think I'm some guy in a costume. [The way the appendage twitches, lashes back and forth like it has a mind of its own should prove that it is definitely not fake.]
No, [he begins, pausing only to stifle a laugh.] Russians have nothing to do with it. Where I come from, people like me are born with something called the 'X-Gene.' It allows us to develop superpowers naturally. [Another brief discontinuation.] Sort of? My eyes glow in the shadows.
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[He's as eloquent as ever. It's exactly what Richie Tozier is known for.]
Are there a lot of people like you? There's nothing like this where I'm from. Everyone would just think you're weird for dressing up for Halloween every day.
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Not like me, no. There are two other people I know that are naturally blue, though they both have ways of hiding it. [Perks he's been envious of before.] They'd think I'm weird for wearing a costume every day?
I think I'd take that over being treated like a constant threat.
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video (yeeeeea i changed that in the OOC comment because i'm dumb lmao but yes thnk u)
Don't be a dick- he can be seen mouthing, before his attention is fully back on the camera.)
You're telling me. It would have been great to get them all here, but. (Favoritism was a thing, and although Eddie wouldn't admit it, it was pretty clear that he was particularly happy to have these three around. He only had so many friends though, and he would have been happy to have any of them here.
But three? Whoo.)
Kurt's the greatest. (Eddie says this in general, mostly to Richie, who he was splitting a room with because duh-.)
They're gonna think you're so cool. I'm just gonna say sorry if Richie's a dumbass with you. If he gets to be too much, just tell him 'beep, beep' and he'll probably shut up.
(With how Kurt looks? Eddie could think of a million things his friend would start saying.)
If you ever want to hang out with us, you totally can, by the way!
(...Eddie, an eighteen year old probably didn't want to hang out with a bunch of kids.)
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Well, there's still a chance that they'll show up. Don't worry too much about it and just enjoy those that you do have!
[His cheeks are promptly coloring violet, the same hand waving in a relatively dismissive sort of manner.] You flatter me, Eddie.
Really? [He's genuinely curious about that, about how people without mutations from a different world will react to him.] 'Beep, beep?' Seems odd, but I'll keep it in mind.
[Especially if things get too heated in their conversation.
Also, don't think so rashly!] I'd love to! I'm sure we could figure out something that would entertain all of us.
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Enjoy what I have? (Eddie's joking of course when he looks over at Richie with the driest look. It was in their whole thing for him to act like he half-hates Richie.) That's asking for a miracle, daddy-o.
(Yeah he just said that. He is from the 50s and it's notorious for shit-slang.
He grins because wait- was that...? A blush? Eddie doesn't think anything about it beyond how interesting it was to see someone blue blushing. He stares a little bit too intensely too.)
Okay, but you have a tail, and everyone knows that is the coolest.
(Eddie nods very seriously.) Yeah. We have just plain old humans back on our earth. Um. Mostly.
(But he really didn't want to talk about that. He was still trying to stay happy here.)
Yeah, well. It's something we came up with when we were seven or something. It's like a car horn.
(Eddie wasn't too worried. People might not know how to react to Richie, but Richie wasn't all that bad. Especially if they could remember he was just a kid too.)
Really? (Eddie. Is. Thrilled. An older teen boy who isn't a raging psychopath wanting to spend time with them? God, they could use that.)
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I think you'll manage, [Kurt comments, mischief clear in those golden eyes.] Miracles have been known to happen more often than you'd think. [He's experienced a few of his own.]
Do you actually believe that? [Look, it's a pretty cool tail and all, but Jean and Charles have telepathy (with the former also wielding telekinesis, among other powers), Erik has metal manipulation, Peter's got super speed ... All of which seem way more interesting than an extra appendage one can hang from or use like a third arm. Hell, even Logan and Laura have badass claws to stab people with.
His forehead scrunches.] Mostly. [Just a repetition of the word-- no questioning lilt or anything. If Eddie wants to talk about it, he will. Until then, he is satisfied with agreeing.]
Like a warning sound. "You're mouth is too trashy. Beep, beep." [Another chuckle. He knows what it's like to be a troublesome kid. Although, he won't let that be an excuse, either.]
Of course! What sort of things do you four like to do?
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The question stuns him because ummmmm-)
Yeah? Of course? Plus the blue skin and the eyes. (Eddie puts his fingers over his own eyes to spread them open wide to exaggerate his point of coolness. Maybe Jean and Charles had 'cooler' or 'better' gifts, but to a twelve year old? There was little cooler than something like Kurt. He was actually more nervous of Charles' gift, knew nothing about Jean's, and he wasn't really violent enough to appreciate Logan or Laura's (though he still thought they were both respectively bad ass.)
Eddie gives a serious nod. Mostly. He'd be in the mood to talk about it at a later point, probably, but just not now.
He snickers quietly, his head bowing forward and a hand closing over his own mouth.)
If it gets really bad, just let me know, but Rich is a good guy so it should be okay.
(Yes Eddie basically just admitted to being the secret weapon here. He was already seeing a lot of adults handle Richie the worst possible way. Did anyone actually think yelling at the kid would do any good? Richie got yelled at on the regular back home. It was all white noise now. But what does Eddie know?)
Oh gosh. Not die, mostly. (It's a horrible joke that slips up at once. Eddie grimaces at it and clears his throat.) Um. Explore. We're from a pretty shitty town so there wasn't much to do. We built a dam once that maybe flooded part of the town a teensy bit....
(They were good kids, but good kids who made bad choices. That's all.)
I might talk the guys into making a fort here or something.
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Well, dang, how much is Eddie going to fluster him here? He scrubs a hand over his face, a pathetic attempt at willing the blush away, but to no avail.] Again, you flatter me, [Kurt admits, peeking from behind his digits at the boy on the feed with one of those mentioned golden eyes.]
Thank you, though. [He dips closer, offers his 'admirer' a wink.] They can even see in nightvision. Oh, and glow in the shadows! [Something he's already told Richie, so time to spread the info.
Those fangs gleam once again,] I'll be sure to let you know if he gets out of hand.
[Excluding the Jean situation here, but she seems to have enough people defending her honor right now. No reason for him to add to the pile. Good to know that Eddie seems to be able to handle his friend in a situation like that; he'll make a mental note for if it happens again.
An awful joke like that earns a raise of the eyebrow, his head tilting in confusion, eyes widening with bewilderment.] Surely, you don't mean actually avoiding death? [Because if so, this gives him even more of a reason to hang around the Losers club.] Why does it sound like 'teensy' is an understatement?
[Chances are, it is. He's not one to judge.]
Like, out of blankets or an actual stronghold? [Look, blanket forts are cool, okay.]
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You're welcome. (He mumbles quietly, shyly. But his shyness is quickly ditched in favor of being, once again, blown over by Kurt's powers. His head whips back up and he gapes.) Seriously? Ugh! Being human totally sucks!
(Not that Eddie was a completely regular human, but literally none of the Losers would ever know that. It was not for them to know. Therefor? Spread that info all you want, Kurt. Eddie will remain floored.
Thank goodness, or else Eddie might get worked up all over again. A stupid situation anyway, Eddie thought. Richie hadn't even been as bad as he could get, but Eddie wasn't about to say that.
He stares back at Kurt and then blinks slowly. It was easier to talk about Derry now that his friends were here. As always, they gave Eddie more spine than he ever had without them.)
I do mean that. (Said softly, and he looks back down at his lap, his nose wrinkling a bit.) Derry...was a messed up town.
(He glances back up, and at least he looks a teensy bit proud.)
We didn't flood the whole thing. Just. Started to back some water up is all. It was an accident though. We didn't think a dam would do that.
(Blanket forts were the coolest. Their chemistry unit was basically half consumed by one, honestly. Most of the blankets had been gotten from Kaittos. They needed way more though.)
A real fort. It's too bad our bud Ben isn't here. He's like. Crazy good with building things. It's why our dam worked so well the one time.
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His head dips, sheepish and timid in his own manner, but he can't resist peeking up from beneath the two-toned strands hanging in his face.] You are very kind, Eddie. [Which is followed shortly after by a chuckle.] And believe me, being mutant isn't without its faults. Imagine being me during a day that's not Halloween. [Thanks for that one, Richie.]
Sounds like it, [agrees the little blue demon. He dips closer to the camera, head tipping to the side.] You're here now, though. There are many people that won't let anything happen to you. [Grin.] I'd imagine that some might even lose their minds over a scraped knee. [Quite an over-exaggeration, but he's trying to make a point.
Nightcrawler cocks an eyebrow,] All of you didn't think a dam would do its job? Withholding water is exactly what they're made for.
[It's unfortunate that he doesn't have blankets to spare for a fort, at the moment.] There's still a chance for him to show up. Until then, I might be able to ask someone for help when it comes to a real fort.
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What are you?
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A mutant, [he says simply.] Also known as Homo superior or metahuman. Sometimes, we're even superheroes.
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That's not real... Are you using a trick of some sort?
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Would you like to see a trick? [The camera shifts, screen going black for a few seconds as he sets it up a good distance away.
Nightcrawler steps all the way back and positions himself to where Stan (and the other boys, if they are watching) can see him completely. He shuffles back some, braces his feet then leaps forward, disappearing in a swirl of smoke and a bamf.
Not long after, he reappears on the feed, somersaulting into a sit right in front of the device, grinning with all the prideful cheekiness of a showman.] That's a trick.
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But...
[ He wants to insist it can't be real but he's in space. He doesn't knwo what real is anymore. ]
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I know. It's a lot to take in when you aren't used to idea of a mutant.
But I assure you, nothing about us is threatening. [Most of them, anyway.]
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[ He's going to need some time to get use to this. ]
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Then, after decent length of time, he finally pipes back up.] Are you okay?
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