Waystation Mingle Log!

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Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.

[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.

Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]

Comments

[noctiphile]

[He doesn't flinch. Doesn't wince or grunt or do stumble back. In fact, the only movement he makes is to move with the punch, his neck and head turning with the momentum. The rest of him stands firm. Unwavering.

There's no sign that he even felt it.]

You see? I can't feel it. I can't feel any of it.

[Please don't tell him he needs to explain it any more than that.]

[mysterzie]

[ Aaron stares, pulls back enough to stare some more but with distance this time. Then he just makes a motion like he's ready to strange the air. ]

You fucking—that's what I'd call something being wrong!

[noctiphile]

And what exactly is wrong with it? People would kill to do what I can. I am completely numb to pain. Why do you think I stabbed myself? Why do you think I continue to act like this? It's because I can take it. What's wrong with that?

[The question is honest. He doesn't understand. Not as far as Aaron's concerned, at least. After awhile, he turns back to what he was fixing, muttering:] Besides, it's not as if it can be healed. It's permanent.

[mysterzie]

You can... take it? [ That gets a laugh, notably unstable but there's something inherently funny about being able to take injury and be oblivious. ] So that means someone could stab you in the back and you'd never know? What would you do if your appendix exploded?!

[ Yeah, it's hilarious because it's the most stupid thing Aaron's ever heard. ]

Your arm isn't permanent, numbskull.

[noctiphile]

[There are faults to the training. He knows. He's lived with it. Been on the brink of death without once feeling it, left wondering why his body won't move. It's terrifying, he knows, to scream at your body and not have it listen.

But there was a reason for it. And for every wound he couldn't feel there were ten others he couldn't have endured without his training. It had saved his life just as much as it had threatened it. Let him accomplish goals a normal man couldn't face.

And, more than that, it was something he was proud of.

Perhaps that's why he doesn't think as Aaron laughs. Or perhaps it's out of anger directed at himself for believing he could trust someone so obviously unsympathetic. Either way, it takes over.

He throws a punch.]

[mysterzie]

[ He sees it coming. Almost expects it because they're all tense, all about to blow, and Aaron's already had his explosion, constantly in a state of chaos while his body turns itself inside out in a desperate push to make him do something.

He sees it coming, and he steps back. Reflexes so fast that they must be inhuman, a power he's had for a long time and kept with him instead of others he's taken, used and discarded. He likes this one, it feels right, and it's been more than useful in his choice of lifestyle. He stays where he stands and lifts his chin. ]

Let me give you a tip: that's not gonna work. If you wanna be an idiot about this, be my fucking guest! Just don't fucking think you're in some kind of right here!

[noctiphile]

[Well. That is possibly more obnoxious than the shapeshifting and attitude combined. The words don't help and his anger swells to an entirely futile level. He really wishes his punch had connected.]

Get out.

[He wants to lecture, wants him to know why he's done what he's done. Why he's like this. But it'll all go over his head. Nothing will stick and all will be ridiculed. His home, his lifestyle, everything he worked for—it wasn't worth the effort.]