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un: klapbak | video
Surprise, bitch. I lived.
(Have Eddie, flipping the camera off with his right hand aka his prosthetic.
Eddie looks different than the last time most people had seen him. For starters, he has a green undertone to his skin. For another, his tongue is completely black. Behind him is an empty room with gray floorboards and peeling green walls. It at least looks clean. There's a Gucci suitcase on its side, opened up, with clothes spilling over and across the floor. Another Gucci suitcase sits next to it, but it has been partially charred.
A dog is passed out and snoring rather loudly in the opened suitcase.
Despite his on-point meme drop, Eddie's delivery is completely and suspiciously blank. His gray eyes are flat, and his expression remains completely empty.)
Richie's here too. (As if on-demand, a massive fireball blast out from the doorway of a nearby room followed by some crashing and yelling. Eddie doesn't even bother to glance over his shoulder.)
We're settling in okay. We're in Lumenwood. I've got some of my supplies from Deerington but I've got a shitton of stuff I need to restock.
(Which was going to be such a drag.)
But for those on a need-to-know basis, I've already made some important notes on this place. Not that any of you give a shit, but if you do...I guess we were given journals for a reason. I suck at journaling though. Here's a uh --- transcipt? Is that what it's called? Whatever, I typed it up.
(He shrugs. The screen goes blank only to be followed up by some text that Eddie clearly wrote up ahead of time:)
IMPORTANT TRENCHNOTES SHIT STUFF?
i dont know i dont normally do the note takin thing so feel grateful
1.)
2.)
3.)
4.)
(Have Eddie, flipping the camera off with his right hand aka his prosthetic.
Eddie looks different than the last time most people had seen him. For starters, he has a green undertone to his skin. For another, his tongue is completely black. Behind him is an empty room with gray floorboards and peeling green walls. It at least looks clean. There's a Gucci suitcase on its side, opened up, with clothes spilling over and across the floor. Another Gucci suitcase sits next to it, but it has been partially charred.
A dog is passed out and snoring rather loudly in the opened suitcase.
Despite his on-point meme drop, Eddie's delivery is completely and suspiciously blank. His gray eyes are flat, and his expression remains completely empty.)
Richie's here too. (As if on-demand, a massive fireball blast out from the doorway of a nearby room followed by some crashing and yelling. Eddie doesn't even bother to glance over his shoulder.)
We're settling in okay. We're in Lumenwood. I've got some of my supplies from Deerington but I've got a shitton of stuff I need to restock.
(Which was going to be such a drag.)
But for those on a need-to-know basis, I've already made some important notes on this place. Not that any of you give a shit, but if you do...I guess we were given journals for a reason. I suck at journaling though. Here's a uh --- transcipt? Is that what it's called? Whatever, I typed it up.
(He shrugs. The screen goes blank only to be followed up by some text that Eddie clearly wrote up ahead of time:)
IMPORTANT TRENCH
i dont know i dont normally do the note takin thing so feel grateful
1.)
our blood's fucking weird now but also no shit it's weird now is anyone surprised
give me your blood so i can figure it out. i studied hematology a LOT
last time i checked out my blood under a scope it was totally different than what it is now on a cellular level.
i actually tried to expose my blood to some bacteria and germs that would usually cause an infection and it was really weird? what look like my new white cells just immediately seemed to swallow up the bacteria and it was like it never existed at all
thats not to say you should run around and stab yourself with a rusty fork anytime soon
but it'd be cool if i could get more samples to see if this is just a Me thing or an Us thing
2.)
i spit on richie and we figured out that my spit can cause a numbing feeling. if you ever need to spit on you, let me know
it's probably gonna be useful if anyone gets injured
normally i would say don't let someone spit in your open wounds
but my spit is totally sanitary
i swear
(shut the hell up)
3.)
only 1/3rd of my closet made it here and no im not ready to talk about it. this place doesn't even have goddamn chanel
4.)
taylor swift still exists so we're gonna be okay
un: superior
[ A pause. ]
Or an arm, I suppose. Doesn't entirely matter so long as it works, does it?
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(It's that guy from the beach! He wiggles his fingers.)
It actually is my arm. The one my sister made for me. It woulda sucked to have lost it. My best friend wound up with it.
(Which made enough sense, actually. They had gone through the door holding hands and Eddie was pretty sure they had stayed that way until the very end.)
It works great. How have you been doing since getting beached?
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Well, I haven't seen a single friendly face, but I only have one enemy here and I do believe we can come to a peaceful resolution on our matters, so I suppose it could be much worse.
[ He can also count the friendly faces in all of time and space who aren't a variant of himself on one hand, so it wasn't likely. ]
Does your sister make many contraptions like that?
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World hopping can be really isolating. Sorry. It's probably one of the worst parts about it.
(An enemy?)
You probably can. People tend to get over themselves when they have no other choice. Usually. Some people got mega spite-boners though.
(And he can't always blame them.)
This was her first. She had a lot of help making it and it took forever. She kept it maintained though and probably woulda made more. (If she hadn't vanished. He doesn't say it out loud, but it's evident that she was no longer Around in any sense that mattered.)
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[ Who's tried to subjugate an entire planet just because his brother likes the people there? Certainly not Loki.
He does pick up on the way Eddie implies she's not here. Sylvie might have taught him a thing or two about listening and if there's a pattern he's seen cropping up here, it does seem to be lost sisters and brothers. It leaves a pang in his chest at the thought of Thor. ]
It does sound like she was a very talented young woman, though.
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(Eddie had an entire backlog of all the stupid shit he had done to Chloe after sibling-like fights. Who needed to be the bigger person?
Eddie hesitates. He didn't like to talk about Chloe at length mostly because it hurt, mostly because people would give him these looks that he didn't know how to handle. But the haze of his own corruption keeps that minimal, keeps him coasting just above feeling depressed about it. It's a bizarre feeling.)
She was. Her name was Chloe. If she ever shows up, you'll pretty much instantly know it's her. She's an asshole and super smart. (Obviously he loved her for it.)
She promised she'd never leave, but, you know. Promises like that can never be kept. (Whhhhy is he sharing this with a stranger. Eddie stares off for a second, thinking, and then drifts back to Loki.)
I can keep an eye out for whatever friendly faces you're looking for though. If you want.
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[ A smart asshole? Sounds like all of Loki's current favorite people. ]
If you meet a very angry blond woman named Sylvie or a grey-haired man named Mobius, please do send them my way.
[ A pause. ]
And if you meet a muscular blond man named Thor, please don't tell him I'm here and instead warn me that you've seen him. I'm afraid my sibling relationship is a little more complicated and I have to be sure he's not currently interested in revenge for a petty little squabble we had over something. So long ago, it hardly matters, but you know how brothers can be when they get all... stabby.
[ It's Loki. Loki is the brother who stabs. Literally. ]
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Helps that they have weird-ass names to work with. I'll keep 'em in mind.
(Though names weren't actually his strong suit lately so he actually physically writes them down with little descriptors. Just in case he forgot.)
Hunky...blond...Thor. (He pronounces the words as he writes them down.) Got it.
(Eddie glances up and very solemnly nods. He actually totally gets it.)
Yeah. No, I get it. Chloe stabbed me once. But it's fine. I like, ripped her in half, so we were even-Stevens and got over it. I'll warn you if I see the dude.
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[ He actually looks surprised. ]
Oh, perhaps our sibling relationships are not so different after all. That's interesting.
[ Loki and Thor have always had a strange sort of relationship, but he can't say he's met many others who have such a dynamic with their siblings. It's actually comforting to know he's not the only person who feels like that. ]
I'm glad you were able to call an even-Stevens on it. The constant one-upping gets a little exhausting if I'm being honest. If my brother shows up, I may try to suggest this Stevening to him.
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(Eddie gives a mild shrug. It was way more complex than that, but trying to explain the nuance of a town that took advantage of your emotions was a whole other discussion.
And Eddie didn't seem too emotional right now, but he's still being completely transparent.)
When you care a lot about a person it's way easier to get worked up to an exploding point.
(Not the healthiest outlook on life but y'know! Eddie was never a healthy person.)
You should. (This actually makes Eddie's voice soften quite a bit.)
Chloe and I actually made a blood pact that we wouldn't let stupid shit get in our way again like that. We realized it was dragging us both down. Like, don't get me wrong, I still totally did shit like pissing in her paint cans and she put food up where I couldn't reach it. But we put the important stuff behind us. Guilt and grudges can literally kill in a place like this too. It's just plain dangerous clinging to that stuff.
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Or perhaps Odin is a liar and Thor an idiot. Who can say? Loki's pretty sure it's still that, though, because he would never lash out at his mother like that. Not on purpose, anyway. ]
I'll have to see who shows up. Some grudges are harder to let go than others. For other people. Not me. I'm not a very emotional person most of the time. I like logic.
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(He rotates a finger next to his head to indicate what he meant. But he's quiet after that, thinking about how many grudges and wrong-doings he's committed over the years. How many people took their time to forgive, but never forget.)
I somehow doubt that. Everyone kinda holds onto grudges a little bit. I don't think we can help it. I mean sure you say you like logic, but obviously, you're emotional enough of a person to have a one-upping issue with your brother. That's usually not a one-sided thing.
(Is he calling Loki out? He just might be. Not that he knows the guy, but he's never been all that willing to letting adults slide by with their bullshit either.)
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I may have a few strong opinions on my brother... but only because our father pitted us against each other for the throne that he had no intention of ever allowing me to have!
[ He starts almost calm, but by the time the last word is out, he's yelling a little, so he takes a deep breath to collect himself. ]
But I assure you that I am usually a reasonable man. We all have our... baggage.
[ What had Mobius called him? Scared little boy. Oh, that had stung. ]
You think it's the blood nonsense, though? I keep freezing things. Shattered a few glasses of water before I figured out I was doing it. Is your mind feeling unwell?
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Oh yeah, of course. But you're a logical thinker, right? So logically you'd realize that's not your brother's fault so logically it makes no sense to take that out on him, right?
(Eddie's a little shit sometimes. And he is absolutely looking mildly smug right now.)
That's true. It's nothing to be ashamed of, really.
(Though god knows it made one vulnerable.
The description of Loki's magic makes his smugness idle out into something like earnest fascination.)
Freezing? I've only met people who are suddenly burning things. (But it somehow made sense...The polar opposite of fire was ice. He briefly sinks into thought, staring off, humming lowly.)
Huh? Oh uh. I don't know. Yeah. It's kind of like I'm in a drug haze, I guess, but without the lethargy. It's like my emotions are buried. I can tell what I'm supposed to be feeling and then I'm imitating what I think I'm feeling rather than just like...feeling. I have no idea if that makes sense.
(But the freezing thing.)
I think it's the blood nonsense, yeah. I've met people who when they bleed, it basically freezes up really quickly. It'd make sense with the whole freezing thing you say you're going through. We could check out your blood?
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[ It throws him off a little, especially in the wake of being called out so cruelly. Humans are a strange breed, but he seems largely surrounded by them here and not in a position to not play nice about it at least until he finds his footing. ]
I suppose that can't hurt.
I'm not sure I can help you very much with your odd lack of feelings. I have had to... lie about mine at times, but it doesn't sound very similar to that.