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The moment Michael set foot outside the Realm, he slammed the door behind him enough to shake the frame and half the Tower behind it. In one fist was the glittering silver key that gave him entrance and exit to the family home, and in the other, the crumpled remains of the note his brothers had sent him. The Bastard was dead, gone, whatever the fuck they wanted to call it, but at what cost? Cerridwen, his beautiful Cerridwen… He knew what she was capable of. He had seen some, heard spoken of others. But the Bastard… 'Incommunicado', 'not unscathed', words hiding hurt. She was hurt! The Bastard had hurt her! And he couldn't… Fuck it! For a moment, he stood in the middle of the shithole he called an apartment and rubbed his face with his hands. No. No, this time he wasn't going to whine and cry, bemoan how pathetic he was and piss away his life in his own misery. He couldn't help her. He never could. He was fucking useless in her world. But her world wasn't the only one. And he had his own demons to kill. She would be well. She would come back to him. She had to. Please god, she had to. But in the meantime… He yanked a drawer out of his dresser, dug out his knife and shoved it into his boot. Pulled out his gun, checked and clipped it, grabbing a couple of spares, before shoving it into the back of his jeans. "Michael?" He jumped a little, looking up to see Knight standing in the doorway, a look of concern on that perfectly designed face of his. Michael didn't answer immediately, slamming the dresser drawer closed. He needed to hit somebody or something, and he had the perfect victim in mind. "What happened?" Knight's eyes were following him as he moved around the room gathering his stuff; probably scanning him with those damn invasive sensors of his. "Do you have a location on Merritt?" Sharp, clipped and unforgiving. "Yes." Knight frowned. Even more so when Michael pushed past him and out the door. "Good. I need to borrow the car." He smiled a little cruelly as he strode down the hallway and Knight hurried to catch up behind him. Mike was right after all. Fuck was a fucking good word. And fuck it all. Tags: plot
State of Mind: pissed off and hurting
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As falling stars light my way
And greet the rays of coming day
As I take this step not alone
But take this step far from home
I wish you well, I wish you might
All be happy, all be right
And when I return, we'll celebrate
With love and laughter, sweets and cake
But for now as the sun breaches the sky
I'll wish you all a fond goodbye.
Thanks for everything
MKLame in lyric, but it said what it said. He shoved the piece of paper under one of the rocks he'd collected from the springs, leaving it on the table, and hoisted his bag over one shoulder. He glanced around the room that had become his home over the last few months and found that he was going to miss it. Well, nothing said he couldn't come back and visit. And this thing would come to an end one day...it had too. One last glance and he shifted the gun shoved in the back of his jeans to a more comfortable position, hidden by his black jacket. He could have left for New York straight through his own bedroom door, but some stupid sense had him wanting to look out onto the Realm, catch the fresh breeze, absorb some of that life before he condemned himself to noise and gray paved streets. And crowded solitude. So he headed down to the main doors to do just that. Tags: plot
State of Mind:  determined
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It took a lot of thought. Gwydyr had requested it and Karl had supplied the motivation. Pick a subject to learn more about in the next three weeks. One completely new to him. The Tower Library was huge. It basically came down to the question of 'If you could learn about anything what would you choose?' The obvious struck him first - computers, but Gwydyr had just as quickly struck it off the list. The next few involved aspects of his employment, perhaps looking at directions he could take. But he had studied Law before and it wasn't like he would really be able to work in the field again anyway. The Arts came to mind. He could finally learn the piano. Or perhaps another instrument? Again with the cheating. His mother was a musician and it was not like he was unfamiliar with music. Painting perhaps? Somehow he seriously doubted the mangled weaving of pen on paper that had resulted from various previous attempts to draw would ever be considered a form of artwork. Of course, he had had some success with his little project the other week...which reminded him, he still hadn't bestowed that upon its recipient. Writing? Nope, been doing that an awful lot lately. Old skills bearing the weight of his current predicament. He even thought of attempting to learn some form of magic. Brien had mentioned that it could be learnt and there was certainly enough information held by the Library to give it a go. But it was a topic that he didn't think would be wise to attempt by himself. He wandered the aisles of books for hours, trying to work out something he might be remotely interested in, ideas thought of and just as quickly discarded. He did stumble across an almanac of sports statistics that distracted him for some time. He'd never been the scholarly type, always preferring the outdoors... Now that was an idea... He put the stats book down and backtracked through the shelves. His fingers landed on a book and it was pulled from the shelf. Tags: cerridwen, gwydyr, karl, mk, plot, roger
State of Mind:  challenged
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[OOC - language warning]He'd fled the Tower. Sitting in his room had become claustrophobic for some reason. Thinking back to the events that had started all this simply… He had to get out. Outside. Back in touch with the world around him. He ended up in the field again, but this time he was closer to the tree the Lady had pointed out to him during that wondrous first flight. He didn't sit under it, however, just next to it, gazing at the leaves as they rustled in the breeze. The sky was still grey, but the clouds were no longer one thick blanket of silver. In places they writhed, threatening darkness, in others they thinned almost to the point of letting the sun through, yet not quite. Michael frowned, the breeze flicking his short hair about, blustery. There was a sense of instability, as if the weather could go one way or the other at any moment. Sam. He sighed, looking down at the paper in his hands. He wished… Hell, god, he wished things could be easier for everyone. He wished for simple happiness. Was that too much to ask of the fates? Didn't the family deserve a little peace? Hadn't they been through enough? If wishes were black Trans Ams…Fuck it. He'd come out here for a reason. To write more of the story down. Case. Yes, damn it, more of the Case. He stared at the blank page. ( WakingCollapse )Michael dropped the pen onto the grass, his hand shaking too much to write anymore. The Voice had wanted him, and ultimately it had gotten him. Taken his life. Ruined everything. Justice. Was it justice? Had he done something that deserved all this? The wind wrapped around him, caressing his skin. Did he? You deserve what you get, idiot boy.Had the Voice ever really truly left him? The Realm whispered around him as he let his head drop to his hands. Justice was in the eye of the judge. [OOC - the original thread where this entire plot was written on the fly can be found here. Please be aware that at the time MK was only a day and a half old and, looking back now, I cringe at my poor RP skills.]Tags: mk, plot
State of Mind:  You don't want to know
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Scribbled messily on crumpled paper. There is a small stain in the middle of the text where the ink has run slightly. Hissing pain.
Footsteps.
Lying…lying on hard floor. Floor. White.
Laughter.
"Nighty night-night, Knight."
Something wet pooling at his cheek, the world blurring at the edges. A face. Snarling face. Go away! Go away, away, go away. Huddling.
"Not this time, Knight. We still have some tests."
Tests? Tests?!
The world blurred and he was tied to that god damned pole, unable to move, unable to scream. Somewhere a chillingly familiar turbine whine was echoed by an engine roar. God no, no no, not again, Kitt, no!
Pain.
There was always pain.
Screeching specialised rubber on concrete.
She screamed.
KITT, NO!!
She died.
And so did he.Tags: mk, plot
State of Mind: You don't want to know
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From here. It worried him. How could he identify a man from only a dream? And how the hell had he missed that fact to begin with????? But his reaction to Dai's little stunt only confirmed that he had encountered the man before. And definitely in not so nice circumstances. He was one of the men responsible, there was no doubt about that. But where had he met him? His memory gaps gaped at him. The man owed him a debt of pain, he was sure of it. Images flickering in his minds eye. A taunting face. Bosco's face. Anger flared. The man deserved to...! He shook himself. He had to speak to Mike. Mike or Lu. Someone who knew something about this crap. Because he also had an idea. A very tentative one. He left his room in search of his nephew. "Mike, you 'round here somewhere, buddy? If you're not busy, could we speak a bit?"Tags: mike, plot
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[OOC - language warning again]It had sounded like a good idea at the time. Write everything down. But now as he sat in his room in the Tower, staring at the blank piece of paper in front of him, he wondered if it really was. This was going to hurt. He sighed. But it was necessary. Hell, where to start? At the beginning, you moron.Flicker of irritation. The beginning. Where had all this hell started? The date. Another sigh. Pen to paper. ( It had been a shitty mission....Collapse )Tags: mk, plot
State of Mind:  resigned
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MK is writing up a series of posts containing the back story to his current dilemma. First one to be posted immediately after this notice. They are aimed at Mike and Lu as information pertaining to the case. They contain what he remembers, which in some cases won't be much at all. The contents of these posts are available InGame to family and close friends only. They will be left unlocked since they are major Plot elements, but please be aware that Michael may be, and probably will be, sensitive to discussing details with some characters. Anyone is welcome to ask or speak to him regarding these case notes, but he may not answer all the time. Lu, Mike, Cerridwen and the other members of the family closely involved in helping him with this case are encouraged to kick his ass if they need more information or need to discuss details. Also, because I'm lazy, I have ficced the notes rather than reported them. Easier to read that way anyway. They also may be erratically posted and even out of order. Please poke me if you see any glaring plot holes. Thanks for reading and playing. Nutty (the Nut behind the nut behind the wheel) Tags: ooc, plot
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Some rather extensive plot developments thanks to Mike... Firstly hereand then both concurrently and following that one - here. and now here. I still can't believe he got MK into a dress. Edit: (More detailed Plot summary here.) Tags: plot
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