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hydrokinetics) wrote2017-02-05 03:16 pm
hydrokinetics) wrote2017-02-05 03:16 pm
I'm gonna fight 'em off, a seven nation army couldn't hold me back [W4, Sunday]
[He and Natalie had spoken about gathering together a small group of people to talk about the game and figure out their next steps. Pool together information, you know? It seemed logical. Natalie was logical in ways that Percy wasn't, just like Annabeth was logical in ways Percy wasn't and Percy was more emotional in ways the girls weren't.
After the events of this week, it's almost emotion that drives him to cancel the idea all together. Without Annabeth, was his part in this game even important? Did it matter to keep trying? Everything felt like it had fallen apart. People were dead. People were hurt. People, murderers were walking free and it was his fault they didn't come to justice.
Natalie had told him to take the night off on Saturday, but too much energy and pent-up anger led to time with Harry and Jason. Noctis and Percy always touched base, and Milla was always the one with the good questions, Natalie's suggestion for this meeting.
It's much later than he'd hoped. It's evening by now and it was an accident that he fell asleep that afternoon after three straight nights of not sleeping. He still looks to be a mess, but there are new bandages on his hands and he doesn't quite smell like booze. He's exhausted, hair ruffled and still sporting dark circles under his eyes, and yet there's what looks like a pizza on the table and a few drinks as he gets the five other people involved in the room.
Harry, Noctis, Natalie, Jason, Milla. Yeah. He trusted all of these people enough. A group of six suited Percy just fine.]
...thanks for showing up, guys. After everything it's...this probably can't wait anymore. Last week, Natalie and I thought it'd make sense to get all of us together and start brainstorming how to get out of this game. [There's a pause and a swallow as he regains control again.] This weekend was really, really bad for all of us. We need to start putting together the pieces of what we already know and see how we can fix everything.
What do we have so far?
After the events of this week, it's almost emotion that drives him to cancel the idea all together. Without Annabeth, was his part in this game even important? Did it matter to keep trying? Everything felt like it had fallen apart. People were dead. People were hurt. People, murderers were walking free and it was his fault they didn't come to justice.
Natalie had told him to take the night off on Saturday, but too much energy and pent-up anger led to time with Harry and Jason. Noctis and Percy always touched base, and Milla was always the one with the good questions, Natalie's suggestion for this meeting.
It's much later than he'd hoped. It's evening by now and it was an accident that he fell asleep that afternoon after three straight nights of not sleeping. He still looks to be a mess, but there are new bandages on his hands and he doesn't quite smell like booze. He's exhausted, hair ruffled and still sporting dark circles under his eyes, and yet there's what looks like a pizza on the table and a few drinks as he gets the five other people involved in the room.
Harry, Noctis, Natalie, Jason, Milla. Yeah. He trusted all of these people enough. A group of six suited Percy just fine.]
...thanks for showing up, guys. After everything it's...this probably can't wait anymore. Last week, Natalie and I thought it'd make sense to get all of us together and start brainstorming how to get out of this game. [There's a pause and a swallow as he regains control again.] This weekend was really, really bad for all of us. We need to start putting together the pieces of what we already know and see how we can fix everything.
What do we have so far?
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If we're clones, we're really bad clones since all of our powers are stripped, too. And some of us have DNA that shouldn't be altered at all. [Including him.] Hal told me there's been 364 games besides this. That's a really long time for something like this.
...on the other hand, rebirth is an option, too.
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[A shrug.]
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[... That said:]
You mean like, reincarnation?
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[But he nods.] Yeah. It's possible. We could just be reincarnations of past players if we're going down this path.
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Hey, we didn't coin the term. We just use it. But if you have another word you'd like to suggest, have at it. [SHRUGS. It's easier for him to call him a metahuman, is all.] And I hate the idea of being a copy of a dead 15-year-old, chum. But here I am, aren't I?
[And since they're sharing surprises, there you go. Surprise! Or, not.]
Isn't reincarnation more of a spiritual thing? In that case, we'd be working off the idea that the guys in charge are gods.
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What makes you think that's not possible? Gods being behind this.
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[He has nothing to say about the rest. For... obvious reasons, really. But at Percy's question, he shakes his head. He seems pretty staunch about this.]
Simple. Because I refuse to believe my life and my death are nothing more than a shitty, low budget soap opera, meant to entertain some pompous assholes up above. They're not omniscient. They're not immortal. And when I find them, they won't see what's coming.
[So, yeah.]
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Also? The Sheriff actually said they're omniscient. And could send a conduit down to us if they needed to run interference. So what does that tell you?
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[A pause.] Also he mentioned there used to be a coliseum for this stuff so. You know. [A point.]