Eyes darkening as the seriousness continues burning he stays low and quiet, almost as if he was afraid someone would hear them and prove them wrong. “Swear on your sword there are none like them?” Catalyst needed to hear a ‘no’ he could really latch onto at night when things turned rough.“Oh? So the undead? They had those in the younger arena battles. Not my favorite.” He curls a lip but looks further at the other images on the screen. His sour expression lightened as an idea destroyed the dour mood. “I could always dress up as Rictor before his coffee, I have heard that is quite a terrifying scene?”
Resting his chin on the lid of his cup he let out a monotone hum, eyes flitting closed a moment as he considered his options. “I could dress up as-oh I could be a hobbit like Bilbo!”
‘Star takes a breath. “I cannot swear that there are none like them. There are some, and I cannot lie to you about that. Not in a literal sense, mind, but there are similarities. And I want you to be prepared for that.”
“But, I swear on my swords that I shall always be here for you, train you, and fight for you. You’re safe.” At the very least, Shatterstar can say that and have it be truthful.
It takes a lot not to chuckle at Catalyst dressing up as Rictor. There’s something rather brilliant at the idea. “Rictor before his coffee is a fearsome thing to behold. But I think a hobbit like Bilbo is more perfect. Would you like me to dress as Aragorn to match you?”
A favorite Catalyst quote
“I was bred to be dramatic”
thats it guys, thats the show
I’m so proud, clone-son.
100% yes. Yes, absolutely.
Za that was a weird concept, Mojoworld taught same-ness and uniformity. It was only on Earth did concepts like personality and preferences arise. Picking up each sugar packet he places it back into the container, letting that settle in.“Excellent, it will be more…. Enjoyable? If both of us are in costume and perhaps we can get more candy.” A pleasant hum escapes at the mere thought of candy and festivities. Movies and tv shows definitely made halloween seem like the best time of year in his opinion; he didnt stand out with the star and he got candy. In fact he didn’t even need a costume he could just go as himself and it counts.
Mimicing he leans forward as well, bracing his arms on the table with youthful exuberance, leg bouncing excitedly. “Mmmmm I am not sure. All of the costumes on the vids seem to be cats, or pirates or wiza- oh.” Face dropping a bit his tone turns into a hushed whisper “ there are not actual wizards on this planet like Lord Mojo, correct?”
“There is no one on this planet like Mojo. Or Arize.” Shatterstar deliberately drops the “lord” prefix on both names. He’s own way to confirm rebellion and strip them of power, as much as possible. Even if what he says isn’t strictly true. Sometimes giving more information is less helpful.
Shatterstar has learned this the hard way.
But before it can get too complicated, he changes the subject expertly. “Also zombies. They are very popular for Halloween.” He brandishes his phone, offering the screen to Cat to show his proof. “Some of the humorous costumes are… a bit beyond my grasp, to be honest,” he admits, a tad sheepish. But he never understood what was scandalous about scantily clad nurses or nuns.
I’d rather ＤＩＥ
INDIE RP ACCOUNT FOR 616 SHATTERSTAR (GAVEEDRA-SEVEN/BEN GAVEEDRA)
- Mun and muse are over 18
- Verses, tags, and rules
Cannot believe in 2018 a gay couple in an unhealthy relationship can’t break up and have it be considered okay.
Cat: meow!
Shatterstar: you sly bastard, I never thought of it that way!
Havok: does he actually understand cats or is he just fucking with us?
Rictor: knowing him, it could be either
There are some things you cannot control, and I am at least three of them.
He shifts in the booth, eyes narrowing in Shatterstar’s direction; careful not to make eye contact. “ I guess” he pauses a moment taking a few of the sugar packets on the small table between them. “ It is like these sugar packets is it not? They all have the same things inside, and the same weight and packaging, and yet the sugar crystals? Is that what they are called? Regardless, they all look different right?” That kind of made more sense than the idea of personality traits.“ I do not know I have only ever worn my combat uniform or civilian clothing. I was not here last year for it’s occurrence but I have seen the movies. There seems to be a lot of candy.” Eyes lighting up with glee at the mere mention of sweets. Hes watched a lot of movies trying to piece together the seasonal things before they came to pass. “ You will not wear one as well? “
That was slightly disappointing. A small part of him had been looking forward to experiencing the holiday with him. Imagining the night playing out with Shatterstar as an observer was not settling well in his stomach. “There is a costume store not far from here, I will buy one for you if you would like?” Its a genuine offer punctuated with a small curve at the corner of his lips. “Only if you would like to. Maybe, maybe we could get a costume for Tierra?”
“Exactly so.” Shatterstar drains the last of his coffee drink– something with peppermint and entirely indulgent– and taps the well-used table face. “Same basic particles, but different results. Unique, like you.”
The thought of Cat being excited over Halloween makes Shatterstar grin brighter. The part of him that wanted to give, would have been just fine with giving Cat an entire candy shop. But the smarter part, the warrior part, knows he can’t cushion this transition. It wouldn’t have worked for him at Cat’s age, and Shatterstar suspects it won’t work for Cat.
“Oh, I shall indeed be in costume with you. I have a pirate one I’m particularly proud of. But, I can acquire a new one. Julio would be most impressed you talked me into something else.” He leans forward a bit, “What would you have in mind?”
“ there is no one like you. “
tsoa: accepting always because that book oof
“That
is not entirely correct, there were two other models before me so it is
highly probable one of them was like me. I uh, see the sentiment
however and appreciate it.” It’s not that he isnt grateful. Praise just
feels weird, hes still more used to and accepting of condemnation and
scoldings than he is of praise. So even though it is said genuinely it
sounds hollow and foreign. He likes it despite that, thinks about how
that hollowness could be filled up by future experiences and feelings
that develop. Sort of like a nest. Fluff it out with some pillows and a
nice kitchen backsplash; make it feel homey and not so bare.
But right now? It still felt empty. He had nothing to base this relationship off of despite binge watching family movie and sitcoms. Nothing quite covered the ‘clone’ thing.
“Will you accompany me trick or treating?” It comes out of nowhere and he isn’t sure why he’s bringing it up in such a forward manner. But that’s how it came out and downing the rest of his latte doesn’t take it back. “You know, for uh, strategic purposes. Observing normal behavior will help me blend in.”
Good save. Solid reasoning. Even earnest tone. 100 points.
“Terry once said that ‘normal was just a setting on a washing machine,’. I didn’t really understand what that meant,” he admits, freely. He had never been interested in assimilating when he was Cat’s age. He’d held himself aloof from almost everyone save Rictor and, (in a very different way) Cable.
“I think even if it’s probable the other models were close to you, they were not you.” Even though they’d never know if the other clones liked lattes or popcorn or soft quilts. The things that were making Cat who he was, little by little. Shatterstar taps the table top lightly, his nail making a small sound amidst the baristas calling out orders and milk being foamed. “That’s what the Spineless Ones never figured out that Arize, for all of his crimes, did. Even clones will have their own freedoms.”
“I will take you trick or treating; we’ll get you a costume.” Better to change the subject now. He has a brilliant smile lighting up his face, thinking of a potentially fun night ahead. “It’s custom to wear one; scary or adventurous. What would you prefer?”
Something was eerily familiar about the man towering over her. Not in a way that told her she had seen him before but in a way that told her he reminded her of someone else.Alison closed the door behind him and pressed her back against it, watching as he turned to face her with his firm expression. Something was definitely off but she had no clue what it was, her breath was uneasy but her eyes locked on him in a calm and casual fashion.
“ I could never forget Mojoworld.” That was definitely the truth. Her memory fades out in certain spaces but she blamed that solely on the time that had passed since she had last been there.
He sat down then, some sort of unspoken clue that he, a rather broad, tall man, shouldn’t look over people. Especially if the person was his mother.
The word made his mouth and throat feel dry, and he peered up at her through his chin-length red hair. It had, at one point, been like hers, more gold than red.
“Do you remember your union with Longshot?” And, before she had a chance to answer, he kept speaking, like ripping off a bandage. Anything more felt like dangling her– do you remember Mojoworld? Do you remember Longshot…? Do you remember….
He spoke in a rush, “I am the product of that union. Mojo used to call me ‘the Martyr-Son’ and everyone though he meant Longshot or Rita, but it was you. Because everything was… taken from you. I thought– Rictor has said many times– and he is right, but I thought you had the right to know.”
To all my Jewish followers here
Happy Hanukkah to all my Jewish followers out there and also Shabbat shalom! May you spend the holidays well with the people you love the most!
According to a 1930s Wifely Etiquette Handbook, I’m getting a lot of demerits for not using just one piece of tape to wrap gifts. Whoops.