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- fate series: siegfried,
- it: eddie kaspbrak,
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- red vs blue: agent texas,
- roadies: kelly ann,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
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- x-men movies: james "logan" howlet,
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- 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.
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(Eddie only just started texting. Any sarcasm will be completely lost on him. So will pretty much all other tones of voice, honestly.)
Um.
So death? Or rather, not dying I guess? Or an endless afterlife?
It could see stuff like that too, you know. Mental stuff.
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[A TAD PRESUMPTUOUS, KID.]
Yes. I'm sure he's very nice.
Just don't cross one of his many invisible, undefined, arbitrary boundaries, and I'm sure he will continue to be "nice."
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(There certainly had been for Eddie, but it is something he Does Not Talk About. Not even with his friends. He believes Chara could be fearless, certainly, but he wants to give a proper warning.)
What do you mean?
(Chara has so much to teach him, honestly.)
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In fact, I might know him better than he thinks. I'm a very observant person, just as I was back home.
How much do you know about him?
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Why?
Re: Text
Do not trust him. Particularly if he promises you anything.
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And yet he has mixed feelings about how to respond. He's always had friends who were friends with each other. Never friends who had conflicting views about one another. He's never been in that position where one friend hated another friend of his, and he's at a loss of how to respond without offending either.
It was a horrible position to be in. Especially when he's pretty sure his relationship with Chara required a little more attention than normal relationships. He stares at the text, and for the first time, realizes the beauty of texting. He doesn't need to worry about what face he's making, or saying something dumb. He can think this out better than whatever kneejerk reaction he'd have otherwise. He thinks, maybe, a little redirection would be a good idea.)
Has he broken promises to you?
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[In a few moments, they've registered a patient response. It takes some time to marshal into something cohesive, but it springs into being nonetheless.]
Once upon a time, a human child fell into the world of monsters.
This was not a kind world. Monsters did not look fondly upon humans. They needed their SOULs to free themselves from the prison in which they were trapped. They needed seven SOULs to break the Barrier that trapped them Underground, and they had already gathered six. This child was the seventh.
But there was a kindly monster woman who watched the place where humans fell. She wished to see the child safe, and so she asked the man who told her jokes to promise her one thing: that in the event that a child should fell, he would promise to keep them safe; to protect them, and watch over them.
He made this promise sincerely.
He failed to keep it.
He failed multiple times over.
This child perished innumerable times during their journey, all while he watched. He had the full power to prevent their suffering, and he did nothing. Over and over, he did nothing.
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But yes, I suppose you could say he has broken promises to certain parties I've known.
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That feeling rises up in his stomach. That nervous, itching anxiety that wasn't so dissimilar to the feeling he'd gotten when Mr. Keene had begun to tell him that he wasn't sick. Not quite though. Chara didn't horrify him like Mr. Keene had, wasn't threatening him with those dry eyes and smile that said Yeah, Eddie, you're a fucking nutcase. You got it, buddy.
But it was that trepidation of the truth that Eddie wasn't so sure he was ready for, or that he even wanted. Truths, at times, could be much worse than any lie. The truth of It, the truth that Bill had shared with them that day at the Barrens when he first decided to confide about Georgie's picture.
It made Eddie's stomach churn just thinking about it all. And that feeling was here right now. (Stop talking, please, you don't have to tell me this.)
The worst part is that Eddie doesn't fully distrust the story. His closeness to Sans is genuine, but the disadvantage is that of the Adult.
Adults were notorious for breaking promises. They were good at failing children, even when they had all the power in the world to stop. Like that man who had been too scared of Henry Bowers to do a damn thing but stand there and watch while Henry pounded gravel in Eddie's face.)
What is it about growing up that makes people ignore the things that they could do? Adults have all this power but they never
Why do they never use it?
(He doesn't expect Chara to answer, not really, but Eddie felt stressed, felt upset. Adults were so, so cruel.)
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[They anticipate - protests. They expect rages, refutations, insistences that you're wrong! He would never do that. Or, even if he would, even if he did, it's different now, and he's different, and how dare you say such a horrible thing. Frisk could get over it, could they not? They could just shrug it all aside and walk on and hug him and trust him and love him like he's someone that earned it, like he's someone that put even the barest, most mediocre effort into any of it!]
[Nothing about his answer communicates mistrust.]
[It's not...]
[It isn't something they hear, very often.]
I cannot say. If I were to guess, it would be my wager that there is an expectation among the elder that children are just as powerful and capable as they. Perhaps they do not register that wariness between adults is not the same as the treatment of one adult who does not trust a child.
I've been informed he's changed. I have yet to believe it.
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It did not help that his mother's brand of cruelty was cloaked as kindness. Eddie's perception of adults is severely warped. He doesn't know what a healthy relationship with one should even look or feel like.)
We aren't.
(Eddie has felt power before, but it has been rare.)
I don't know. I never knew him before. I know he's been kind to me and really helped me when I needed it. And I do care a lot. But I know what adults are like too.
I don't know. Maybe adults can change. I've never seen it happen, but I've also never seen stuff like space travel either and here we are.
(He wasn't being optimistic. Just realistic.)
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I am not one of them.
[They have never pretended otherwise. They do not forgive, and they do not forget. They resent and they remember. They lever the weight, the burden, of another's sins upon their shoulders when all they would prefer to do is forget.]
[They cannot be allowed to forget. To pretend that their words and actions do not still carry ripples.]
If you mean that he's not taken you aside specifically to threaten you with death despite the fact that you are yet to bring anyone to harm, perhaps he has learned.
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But if someone ever did do something like that to me, I wouldn't be too sure how I would handle that to be honest with you.
Especially if it was a friend. I couldn't imagine any of my friends letting me die or suffer if they could help it.
(He means that wholly too. The Losers were a tight-knit group. There was no way they'd ever leave him behind.)
Um. No he hasn't done that.
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[They were not content to watch monsters suffer, after all. Even if their choice of action was a poor one, was a hideous one, was one that failed on multiple counts and left everyone so much worse off because of it - ]
[Was it better than nothing? It had to have been.]
One can never condone sitting idly by while children suffer.
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I like you, Chara.
(Granted, he'd probably wind up being a little upset later on once he realized and dealt with the whole Stan thing, but still. Friends had their problems.)
No, I guess not. But lots of people do.
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[That is...what they were talking about. Was it not? When did this happen. Why did this happen. Why anything]
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Eddie even giggles lowly at this response because Chara. Pls.)
Trust me, it's apparently not that much of a bare minimum.
But no. You're...just good. You're really good I think even if you try not to be sometimes. Some people make their hate into a weapon against other people, and you could do that, but you don't. You're not a bully. You're just good.
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[WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM. They made him panic the first time, did they not? They've been absolutely - they've been a complete terror to everyone! Or they should have been?]
[Where did they go so wrong?
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(It's coming from the bottom of his heart, okay. And it's all very matter of fact. Chara wasn't perfect, but shit, neither was Eddie. Hell, look at his best friend. He wasn't looking for perfect. He just wanted good.
They went wrong in showing Eddie any authentic kindness, really.)
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[All they know to do in this situation is be flippant in a manner they hope comes off as connivingly disarming instead of flustered, because their cheeks are rosying at an incredible rate and this, this right here, is precisely why they favor text to video.]
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(Yup he is teasing them a teensy bit. A true marker of friendship.)
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[Why are they letting themself be roped into this? Because heck off and don't ask questions, that's why.]
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(Because this is what friends do, Chara. You're stuck now.)
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