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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
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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.