[In the weeks following this post, Steve will receive an embroidered badge, designating them part of Aloy’s monster hunting crew. There doesn’t seem to be anything special about it—it can be sewn anywhere the wearer likes, and appears to have been stitched with a practiced hand.
If the wearer is incapacitated, a spell woven into the threads by Haelva will activate, allowing the user to send an emergency message to another member of the group—use it wisely.]
post-nero kicking it, but before the network post.
[ Geralt wastes no time contacting Steve. He knows who Nero was with when the monster struck, and though he is assured Steve is physically safe, his mind is swirling with a dozen broken thoughts.
He does not want to pause and grieve. The thought of it churns his stomach. He swallows the bitterness that threatens to rise and turns his focus towards another instead. Somebody who needs him. Who he knows will feel the loss as deeply as he has.
And who he needs to see with his own eyes is in one piece. But he knows, too, Steve may need...time. He can't tell if the boy has made it someplace safe or if he may still be with Nero. (The body.) So he keeps his message brief. ]
[Maybe sometime after his talk with Eddie, and likely still finding his footing with everything that's happened mentally, Henry sends Steve a mental message.
A very simple one, to boot.
(Surely this is the man you wanted to hear from, right.)
But Henry is not one to wait around for things to happen to him; he's the active one, not the reactive one.]
( sometime after her conversation with eddie, clarisse doesn't so much reach out as barrel into steve's head like a colchis bull in a proverbial china shop. no hey, been a while, huh or funny speaking to you for the first time or really any acknowledgement of how weird this actually is, because the fact that they even know each other at all is built entirely on a very vivid, god-level-bullshit dream. but she's willing to put that all aside because, honestly, she doesn't have many friends that aren't also part of her extended family — and even less she'd be willing to admit are her friends — so part of her wants to cling to this one thing that had actually been hers (for once, not just some friend of percy's she happened to tolerate; clarisse put effort into her friendship with steve, in her own way), even if it wasn't technically real. why should they have to start over? she'd probably just fuck it up without 800 years to get it right. she might be fucking it up right now, but it's easier to put something back together than try to build it from nothing. )
[The weight falling on him is crushing. It makes his arm shake, trying to hold himself up… trying to hold his organs in. All he tastes is blood, and when Nero blinks, he’s sure he’s not seeing as much as he should be. It’s all in red.
He shakes his head. Maybe he’s been waiting for this, huh? Ever since fucking Urizen. Since Vergil. He didn’t have Kyrie telling him be safe, just Wanda’s, don’t get yourself killed.
That’s — shit. Sorry, Wanda.
He can’t keep himself up. He falls back down, head hitting grass, brain feeling like it’s been shaken in a glass full of glitter. His vision sparks, and eventually he just closes his eyes. Still breathing, holding his cuts, but he can feel it. His body isn’t healing. And the demonic energy that flows through his body like a second heartbeat — he can’t feel it.
Nero gives up on holding his body together, instead grabbing Steve’s arm. Scaled, like his. His arm, on Steve’s body. The Devil Bringer. Is he gonna keep it? Kinda hope so. Keep the kid alive.]
No, you don’t. You’re not getting me anywhere. It’s — [He coughs, choking on the blood until he leans up enough to spit it out. It dribbles from his lips, thick, making his voice wet.] Not the first time. If I can’t heal myself, it’s not healing at all.
[Maybe her god-magic interfering with his blood. Same way the Pit fucked with him.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He doesn’t — he can’t. Can’t have his last fucking memories be of the pit. He thinks of what he had, what he might lose: Wanda, Himeka, fucking Rocket pretending he’s gonna take a shit in his bed.
His hands grip Steve, tight. The slip on the blood covering them, cutting on the demon’s scales.] Tell them I’m sorry. All right? Tell them about that bitch. In case she comes back.
[She promised to.]
You gotta do this for me. Wanda — she can keep you safe.
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If the wearer is incapacitated, a spell woven into the threads by Haelva will activate, allowing the user to send an emergency message to another member of the group—use it wisely.]
post-nero kicking it, but before the network post.
He does not want to pause and grieve. The thought of it churns his stomach. He swallows the bitterness that threatens to rise and turns his focus towards another instead. Somebody who needs him. Who he knows will feel the loss as deeply as he has.
And who he needs to see with his own eyes is in one piece. But he knows, too, Steve may need...time. He can't tell if the boy has made it someplace safe or if he may still be with Nero. (The body.) So he keeps his message brief. ]
Where are you?
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wraps this up with a nice little bow
end of the month, post-au event. :)
A very simple one, to boot.
(Surely this is the man you wanted to hear from, right.)
But Henry is not one to wait around for things to happen to him; he's the active one, not the reactive one.]
So where do we stand now?
r i p
i'm sure they will be Fine (no)
im so sad but also....... clenches fist
post-au, nocwich weekend.
Spill, asshole
( no, she will not elaborate. )
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how about a Steve Harrington roller coat rant
they are unhinged and im luv them
TRULY UNHINGED
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event 19 kick-off
It's bad
How's Solvunn, are you safe?
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[continuing from the old thread bc I got booted oops]
[The weight falling on him is crushing. It makes his arm shake, trying to hold himself up… trying to hold his organs in. All he tastes is blood, and when Nero blinks, he’s sure he’s not seeing as much as he should be. It’s all in red.
He shakes his head. Maybe he’s been waiting for this, huh? Ever since fucking Urizen. Since Vergil. He didn’t have Kyrie telling him be safe, just Wanda’s, don’t get yourself killed.
That’s — shit. Sorry, Wanda.
He can’t keep himself up. He falls back down, head hitting grass, brain feeling like it’s been shaken in a glass full of glitter. His vision sparks, and eventually he just closes his eyes. Still breathing, holding his cuts, but he can feel it. His body isn’t healing. And the demonic energy that flows through his body like a second heartbeat — he can’t feel it.
Nero gives up on holding his body together, instead grabbing Steve’s arm. Scaled, like his. His arm, on Steve’s body. The Devil Bringer. Is he gonna keep it? Kinda hope so. Keep the kid alive.]
No, you don’t. You’re not getting me anywhere. It’s — [He coughs, choking on the blood until he leans up enough to spit it out. It dribbles from his lips, thick, making his voice wet.] Not the first time. If I can’t heal myself, it’s not healing at all.
[Maybe her god-magic interfering with his blood. Same way the Pit fucked with him.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He doesn’t — he can’t. Can’t have his last fucking memories be of the pit. He thinks of what he had, what he might lose: Wanda, Himeka, fucking Rocket pretending he’s gonna take a shit in his bed.
His hands grip Steve, tight. The slip on the blood covering them, cutting on the demon’s scales.] Tell them I’m sorry. All right? Tell them about that bitch. In case she comes back.
[She promised to.]
You gotta do this for me. Wanda — she can keep you safe.
we are so good at this