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Maverick | Bitch Ricky Marten-Taylor ([personal profile] deuteranope) wrote in [community profile] daybreakacademy2019-02-20 09:07 pm

and we could run away. [open]

WHO: Maverick Taylor and OPEN (mostly/semi).
WHAT: Maverick’s nightmares rear their ugly heads again. Time for late night stress relief.
WHEN: Night of February 20th (into the 21st) “officially”, but time is fake and nightmares happened on more than one night, so chase your bliss.
WHERE: Lumi3/outside and around.
NOTES: Smoking and swearing, as a Mav does.

( SKITTERING - closed to Imelda. )

[His feet are bare against the cold ice, and part of his brain tries to tell him that he should be slipping and splitting his head open, but there isn't time to argue because he needs to go, he needs to be faster, he needs --

crrrack.

He’s falling. The only one reaching out to him is the sharp-nailed, glowing creature he was running from in the first place...but arms still catch him. They're cold, probably from being so far beneath the ice in this dark pit, and dirty. He can't find where any of them stop being an arm, even as that one twitches with a crack and starts slithering over to him, crawling, nails scrabbling. He shouldn't open his mouth, but it's the only thing he can still move, as the cries for help rise up within him.


Maverick sits up with a yelp and an overwhelming feeling of nausea, like those fingers really had clawed their way down his throat and were stirring up his stomach, now. This room is -- weird. But it's his, still. Just the one at the academy. He’s here, and he'd yelled, but not for help, and he wasn't crying, and thank fucking god it had been years since he'd ever wet the bed from this shit. He doesn't know how much lower he can let himself sink. He runs his hand through his sleep-addled curls to try and stop it from shaking, but when that doesn't work immediately, he reaches for a pair of headphones coiled around the bedpost to clamp over his ears and -- ugh, fuck, where was his phone? He doesn't want to turn on the light… If anyone had woken up -- or was still fucking awake -- then he needed some kind of plausible deniability. Totally still fucking asleep…]


( SMOKESCREENS AND SNOWBALLS - open, around campus. )

[The fear had faded some, letting anger take its place. Adults weren't supposed to have nightmares, only little kids -- and yet there he was, eighteen years old, and waking up in the middle of the night scared out of his wits time and time again. All because of some fake bullshit his brain came up with! He needs...something real. And a goddamn smoke.

He’s already working on a second cigarette by the time he's settled into packing snow into something that is a maybe vaguely human-shaped lump? His movements are agitated and restless, punctuated now and again by a string of curses or a cloud of smoke intermingling with his breath, clear from the cold. He's gotta suck it up and build an army.

And then he's gotta take that army out with the metal bat resting on the ground beside him.]


( SORRY NOT SUBTLE - open, Lumiére 3 common area. )

[Now that he’s worked out all that anxious energy… Okay, no, he still can't fucking sleep. But at least he can come back inside and curl up on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate. He’s swapped out his bat for his laptop, drooping eyes scanning the screen as he scrolls through various, brainless sites. Mav’s got music going, but with the low volume he's set it to, someone probably has to get pretty close to recognize one of many songs by The Cure. Soothing rock.

...there are literally a dozen packets of hot chocolate resting next to him. He probably has more than enough to share, during these lazy, godless hours.]
heromedal: (I don't have time for this.)

[personal profile] heromedal 2019-02-21 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
He has eaten all the ones I've tried so far, but I'm experimenting.

[ At least he's trying to keep the thing under control, but it always seems to be fruitless when it comes to Indrik. It's like trying to tame an earthquake.

Rex takes a step back, dragging his foot along Indrik's belly in a way that rolls in over enough to get back on his feet. The beast is about four foot tall, just a little longer thanks to the length of his tail- upon which there's a cow like tuft of red hair.
]

Is there a particular reason you are making... that?

[ He nods towards the half done snowman. ]
heromedal: (chilly)

[personal profile] heromedal 2019-02-21 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ If Rex is offput by Mav's attitude to him it doesn't show. Honestly, he's used to it by now- frankly, the way people have been trying to make him feel welcome has been a bit unnerving for him. ]

It is typically done as a social event or in order to display the results. Whilst it can be done for other purposes, my understanding is that those are the main goals of the activity, which makes performing it alone at night to be unusual.

[ As Rex rattles off his analytical explanation as to why someone might be building snowmen, Indrik loses interest in the pair of them and decides to go investigate a trashcan- Rex keeps half an eye on him, in case Indrik decides to smash it or something. ]
heromedal: (no srs)

[personal profile] heromedal 2019-02-22 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
My English isn't so good, what is a nerd, please?

[ He knows. He's just found that asking people what something means when they've said actually insulting tends to take the wind out of their sails. It's a weird trick, but it works.

Watching Mav swing the bat, confirming he doesn't much care about the poor little fellow, Rex runs a through possibilities through his head. The fact he has the bat at all... maybe...
]

You want to make them just to smash them?
heromedal: (Carry the one...)

[personal profile] heromedal 2019-02-22 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That one actually does feature a word he doesn't know, prompting Rex to pull a notepad from his coat, pen poised. ]

And what is hard-on, please?

[ In the two seconds it took to get the pen out, Indrik has removed the lid from the trashcan and has it draped over his head like one of those straw samurai hats. Why? Who knows. ]
heromedal: (Default)

[personal profile] heromedal 2019-02-22 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. Erection.

[ He spends a moment flipping through pages, finds one that is presumably the genital directory and scribbles it down. ]

I need to know so I can tell if it's something I would be insulted by.

[ He shrugs, and without looking plucks the trashcan from Indrik's head and tosses it back into place. Honestly, it takes a lot to insult Rex. You can't really say much to him he hasn't thought of himself. ]

Anyway. Did you just want one or were you going to smash a lot?

[ His tone is as quietly deadpan as ever, no hint to the fact he's already working out a way to make a bunch of him. Why? Because he likes having problems to solve. Who cares if it's the problem of someone who didn't ask for help who has been a jerk to him the whole time. It serves his own needs for distraction. ]
heromedal: (wind whistling)

[personal profile] heromedal 2019-02-22 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's the thing. Rex is a nerd about everything. He just likes to learn. Besides, he figures Mav is either having a rough time, is still spooked from Rex's presence, insecure or is just... like that. He doesn't consider any of those things to be worth the energy of fighting against. ]

Okay. Watch Indrik. If he looks like he's about to be violent, let me know.

[ With that, Rex turns to the snow and raises both hands. One hand makes a vaguely humanoid barrier- he already had that memorised, though usually he casts it on himself instead of empty space. And usually it doesn't have a hole in the top, so he can cause loose snow to float inside with his other hand. Once it's packed, the carrier contracts a little before popping out of existence.

Voila! Instant snowman. It crumbles a little once the barrier disappears, but each subsequent one is a little better. He does six in total.

Indrik in the meantime does nothing violent. Just tries to put the bin lid on his head again. Failing this time and staring at it as if it has betrayed him.
]

Will that do?
heromedal: (whoospie)

[personal profile] heromedal 2019-02-22 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rex opens his mouth to respond with something else probably excruciatingly logical and unfeeling about Mav's assertion, like 'but now it is not necessary' or 'you still can' but instead he says- ]

Kon da te ebe!

[ Which is Bulgarian for 'get fucked by a horse.'

The reason he says this is because Indrik just stomped on the edge of the lid and it went flying into the back of Rex's head with a comically loud clang. Literally, anyone on else on campus and it would have sailed right over them.
]
heromedal: (PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT)

[personal profile] heromedal 2019-02-22 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ After his outburst of bestiality based vulgarity, Rex stands stock still but makes a long slow 'ffffffffffffffffft' of ultimate suffering, soundly like a leaking pipe. If anyone can hear it under Mav's uproarious laughter.

Okay, that kind of annoys him.

So he picks up as much of a snowman as he can with his bare hands (turns out it's the entire upper body of one including head) and dumps it on Mav.

He didn't ask to be tall his back and feet hurt 24/7 and this shit happens get fucked dude!
]
heromedal: (oh yeah)

I want you to know how often I have to stop my spell check from calling him Mavis

[personal profile] heromedal 2019-02-22 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Aww geeze- Rex is getting ready to apologise, but judging by the laughter not dying down there's nothing to apologise for. Rex, completely unironically, thinks 'this kid is weird.'

Rex also picks up a handful of snow, though he doesn't use it to make a snowball. In fact, he's not aware that's what Mav is actually doing having never been in a snow fight before. What he uses his handful for is pressing it to the back of his head. Ah. Sweet relief from the throbbing red pain.
]

Must people always bring such attention to it? I'm not an ogre. I am just tall.

[ He glances around for Indrik- currently doing a terrible job of hiding behind the trashcan, having only stuck his head behind it. Perfect. Invisible. He can't see them, therefore he is unseeable. ]
heromedal: (Is that so?)

[personal profile] heromedal 2019-02-22 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
It is difficult to forget, but I kindly thank you for reminding me.

[ If Rex means the fact he is taller than Shaq (by three whole inches) or that Indrik is a goddamn idiot, he doesn't indicate. They're both super obvious facts everyone delights in shouting.

He continues to stare at Indrik until the beast pokes its head out from the side of the can, realises he has been spotted and bolts. He gets a few feet away before doing a head over heels flip into a snowman, disappearing into the flurry, curling up to try and hide again. His mane and tail are completely visible so. Good job.
]

He is just an infant- I presume he will become more intelligent in time, largely because it would be extremely difficult for his mental faculties to decrease.

[ Unfortunately for everyone, Indrik's rate of growth as a lifeform is intrinsically linked to Rex's rate of growth as a person and he's a mess at the moment. ]
heromedal: (Carry the one...)

[personal profile] heromedal 2019-02-22 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Ech. I wouldn't ride him. Sometimes I use him as a footstool, though. The only other one I've seen was ten metres tall, or close to that.

[ Saw, killed in the toughest and luckiest fight of his life, watched it reincarnate into this thing right in front of him, which is now linked intrinsically to his soul, same thing.

After a moment, Rex steps a little closer and gently prods Indrik's tail with his foot.

The critter blasts right out of the snow like a rocket, sprinting away and making a u-turn just in time to avoid smacking into a wall. Snorting and trotting, stomping and scattering snow.
]

I'm sure I'll think of something when he's grown. His kind are normally mountain spirits, so he may be able to live freely.

[ Rex goes down on one knee, meaning he's only a little taller than Mav for a bit, smacking his fingers against his palms in a way that gets Indrik's attention, has him scampering over so Rex can lift a leg, check that his hoof isn't harmed from stamping on the lid. He needn't worry, but Rex worries about lots of things he doesn't need to. ]
heromedal: (Is that so?)

[personal profile] heromedal 2019-02-23 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ The only time Rex curls into a ball is when the urge to enter the fetal position and pretend the world has disappeared, thanks. When he sits, he needs to put his legs out, which takes up a huge amount of room. ]

When he's grown, I'd not want to see what would be hazardous to him.

[ He stays down on his knee but shuffles around so his back isn't to Mav. Just gently running fingers through Indrik's mane, causing him to let out squeaky little bleats. ]

And having him be a guard dog would be useful for us. If we live long enough for him to grow, that is.

[ Indrik could not look less like an effective guard down when he bleats and gets his tongue caught in his own lips. Blep. ]
heromedal: (You all look like ants from here.)

[personal profile] heromedal 2019-02-23 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I doubt he will- because already he will fight to the death, for what he wishes to protect.

[ He thinks so, at least. He's also quite sure that as a parasite sucking from his soul (which Indrik is not what he is, but Rex is a genius not necessarily smart), Indrik will drop dead if he does. ]

That's the purity of a beast. Admirable, in its way.

[ If Mav wasn't here, Rex would have buried his face in that soft mane and felt just a little better about everything for a few seconds. But he is, so Rex doesn't. Just pats Indrik's snout. ]

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