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lostcarnival2017-09-18 06:19 pm
tacosgay) wrote in lostcarnival2017-09-18 06:19 pm
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stranger I know so well (open)
Who: Taako and whoever comes to see him.
When: Days 159-16something. Let's say 162 for now.
Where: Trailer #18.
What: Taako had a realization and has shut down completely, and is hiding away in his trailer. Anyone want to check on him...?
Warnings: Massive spoilers for The Adventure Zone; language, grief, and Taako likely being a huge asshole because he's upset.
It's funny how one realization can both answer so many questions, and also make everything infinitely more confusing. Taako's head feels as though it's overfull and thick with cotton, numb and aching at once. He doesn't know how much time has passed, and he honestly doesn't care. He doesn't care about anything anymore.
Lup. Fucking. Lup.
How did he forget her? Who the hell made him forget her? Who could possibly do something so heinous-- who would take away Lup? And why? What good could it have possibly done anyone to ruin his life?
She's gone. She's just gone now. The only pieces of her that existed have blown away over a year ago, turned to dust except for the umbrella he clutches in his fingers, too tight. How many years has it been that he didn't even remember her?
Over a decade.
He spends much of his time sprawled across his bed, or sitting on the floor with his back to it, staring into space. He hasn't answered his radio in days. His hair is a wild mess, his makeup smudged when he does bother to apply it, not that he ever leaves the trailer.
He doesn't even think about that someone may come to check in on him.
Flauta tries, at first, to get him up, to work through it, but his confusion and anger and despair weigh on her as well, and she ends up giving in and going under, every bit as crushed as her body. She curls in the crook of his neck, still, a warm, silent presence that he doesn't really take that much comfort in, given he knows she's just another fucking carnival trick and in a few days, she'll probably be gone, too.
When: Days 159-16something. Let's say 162 for now.
Where: Trailer #18.
What: Taako had a realization and has shut down completely, and is hiding away in his trailer. Anyone want to check on him...?
Warnings: Massive spoilers for The Adventure Zone; language, grief, and Taako likely being a huge asshole because he's upset.
It's funny how one realization can both answer so many questions, and also make everything infinitely more confusing. Taako's head feels as though it's overfull and thick with cotton, numb and aching at once. He doesn't know how much time has passed, and he honestly doesn't care. He doesn't care about anything anymore.
Lup. Fucking. Lup.
How did he forget her? Who the hell made him forget her? Who could possibly do something so heinous-- who would take away Lup? And why? What good could it have possibly done anyone to ruin his life?
She's gone. She's just gone now. The only pieces of her that existed have blown away over a year ago, turned to dust except for the umbrella he clutches in his fingers, too tight. How many years has it been that he didn't even remember her?
Over a decade.
He spends much of his time sprawled across his bed, or sitting on the floor with his back to it, staring into space. He hasn't answered his radio in days. His hair is a wild mess, his makeup smudged when he does bother to apply it, not that he ever leaves the trailer.
He doesn't even think about that someone may come to check in on him.
Flauta tries, at first, to get him up, to work through it, but his confusion and anger and despair weigh on her as well, and she ends up giving in and going under, every bit as crushed as her body. She curls in the crook of his neck, still, a warm, silent presence that he doesn't really take that much comfort in, given he knows she's just another fucking carnival trick and in a few days, she'll probably be gone, too.
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"You can, uh... shit," he mumbles to himself, realizing there isn't actually anywhere to sit. He shoves some of his belongings off of the little built-in seat by the table, gesturing for Strange to have a seat there. "There. We've gotta get some fucking furniture in here."
He sighs, rubbing his temple; but then he remembers what he was going to say, and he glances off.
"... I wanted to say... thanks for telling me to look harder at the whole brain thing."
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As Taako continues talking, Strange watches with interest. And that interest just grows as Taako mentions the whole brain thing. He had to be bringing it up for a reason, right? Did he remember what he had forgotten?
"You're welcome," Strange simply says, before continuing. "Do you remember now?" Because that's what matters the most. Not how Taako forgot, but that he got those memories back in the first place.
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"... yeah, you fuckin' bet I did, uh." A mirthless laugh as he tries to think of how to explain it, or even whether he has the energy and will to or not. He finally decides that, after what he's done, he at least owes him some kind of clarification. "So, uh... turns out somebody decided to randomly block out about a hundred fucking years of my life, and also my entire sister because hey, go big or go home, right?"
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"No one should have to suffer that," he quietly remarks, as the horrified expression changes into a small frown. At least Taako remembers her now, though. That's what matters.
"Do you know who removed your memories to begin with?"
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"Nope," he says, and the edges of his voice are ragged with something, something dark and wet and aching. He clears his throat, glancing off for a beat before he can look back at Strange; but, when he does, it isn't just despair visible in his expression. Anger burns there, cold and sharp, betraying Taako's ordinary demeanor entirely. "But when I find out who it was..."
Heh.
He breaks off, but the darkness in his eyes is enough to finish that thought for him.
On the bed, Flauta curls into a pile of sharp, wound-up curves, her body a spring ready to snap, echoing out loud the potential violence building inside of her body's chest.
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"If you wish, you could take on another contract with the Ringmaster to find out who changed your memories." And, anticipating that Taako will butt in, Strange raises a hand to try and stave off any interruptions. "I know that you don't particularly enjoy it here. But my contract with the Ringmaster was for information, and now I know what I came here to learn."
The method was a little...obtuse, but Strange received the information he wanted all the same.
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He suddenly makes pointed eye contact with Strange, though it's not violent-- it's inquisitive.
"Hey. I've heard some people have gone home for a little while and then come back to finish out their contracts. Do you know how that whole thing works?"
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It literally was yesterday. But Strange is speaking around the details, keeping the information of what happened to him when he vanished and just how long he vanished in the first place to himself.
"I asked the Ringmaster if I could return home long enough to fulfill a duty that I learned about during my stay here. She granted it, I returned to my world, completed what I needed to, then came back here."
It's all terribly vague, but as much as he likes Taako, Strange knows that the man might be a bit uncomfortable with a billion tons of fae nonsense and sad backstory dropped on him when he's already in a bit of a state.
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Taako then begins to wander his room, gathering things-- packing. All of his adventuring gear is going back on, for the first time in months; his Cloak of the Manta Ray is slung over his shoulders in a whirl of slick black, his bags tied back onto his belt and weapons slung over his back.
"Listen, I appreciate the talk, but I've got places to be, people to hunt down, you know... that sort of thing." For the first time since his arrival in the Carnival, Taako stands to look at Strange, and he's suited entirely back up for an adventure, his pointed wizard's hat set back atop his thick curls where it belongs. He actually looks like a proper wizard, if a somewhat femme one.
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Good. At least now Taako knows what he's going to do and knows how best to do it.
Standing up as well, Strange gives Taako a smile. "Best of luck, no matter what happens."