Sweet dreams are made of these...

[thespaceopera]

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A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

B - D Belthazar Spellscry Beverly Crusher Bran Stark Caesar Zeppeli Cayde-6 Cheese Sandwich Clay Terran Coil Cole Davesprite Duke Pantarei

E - I Elecman.exe Elena Gilbert Elize Lutus Felix Harrowgate Fenris Finrod Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus Imperator Furiosa Isabela Issac Lahey

J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

Comments

[redactions]

[ Everything in this room says do not touch. Jim, in the end, is a patient man, he would have no qualms staying here and waiting until the Atroma decide to let them both out of this nightmare. This is their game, after all, and he doesn't like playing. ]

[ Yet, he understands Natasha when she breaks a bone to reset it. This entire place isn't something that needs aspirin, or a patient hand, it needs a man to stick his hand into the bloodiest part and excise the infection. Some things must be taken. ]

[ So when Coil glares, Jim stands, and purposefully walks over to the sheet, pulling it away to reveal what's underneath. ]

[mortalcoil]

[Coil realizes too late what the man intends to do, and fails to intercept until the sheet is already fluttering and slinking to the floor, revealing his project.

it's certainly humanoid, though whether it is living or dead or something in between is hard to tell. it has the look of a dead body, but it's sitting up under its own power, with its chained hands hanging slack and useless at its sides.

the face of it has a horrible similarity to the boy's own, though quite a bit older... and its entire body is covered in a jagged, cryptic web of black marks. the designs look a little like tattoos, though more correctly like ink settled into shallow-carved lines, and the manner of them is nothing short of elaborate and sinister. the amount of time it must have taken to etch each delicate angle and curve into the skin...

and after only enough time to get one solid look, the boy has his wits about him again and is darting across the room to lunge at the man. grabbing for his arm at the inner bend of the elbow, little fingers instinctively digging right where there are bundles of nerves, he tries to bodily drag him away from his work.]

[redactions]

[ Steve was always the immovable one. It's Bucky who had to find ways around him, and slip through the cracks. But it's Jim who digs his heels into the ground and resists being moved, and he looks. At the face, at the care, and the dust in the room at something that shouldn't be done. ]

[ Sharply, ]

What are you doing?

[mortalcoil]

[a voiceless breath of frustration seethes through the bandages of his mouth, and he has to let go of the man's arm in order to answer.

he jabs a finger to point at himself, and pats his own chest with all the insistence and urgency he can convey.

'me' and 'mine' jumbled together.]

[redactions]

I know this is yours.

[ He exhales in a long, slow breath. ]

Why are you doing this?

[mortalcoil]

[he hurries through the signs for 'better' and 'perfect' as he tries to gather the sheet up and pull it back over his project.]

[redactions]

[ So not for grief. Not for pride. That doesn't make it better. Jim pulls away, and grabs a chair to sit down. ]

What's better? What's perfect?

[mortalcoil]

[being able to cover up his work, and having the intruder actually sit down helps him calm down just a little bit. enough to properly cover it all up again, and take a breath.

'for me,' he signs with a free hand while he straightens the sheet.]

[redactions]

For you...?

[ He thinks about the body again; the wiring, the careful placement, the secret of it. ]

Who is he?

[mortalcoil]

[that is a very complicated question, and he hesitates in straightening the sheet as he considers it.

eventually, he opts for the answer that is both the most simple and probably makes the least amount of sense--only explaining by pointing to himself.]