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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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"... uh, hold on just one second," he says, and then he pulls out his radio, making quick call.
Taako doesn't pause to respond to Zecora before he puts the radio back away, tucking it into his bag; and then he holds his arm out, looking at 9S with grim determination written on his face.
"Okay, we're covered. Do it."
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But hey, if Taako's ready...
With a thrust of his right arm, 9S sends his sword spinning in the direction of the bracer, aiming to slice along the length of metal with the tip of his sword.
Sparks fly.
The sword flies past Taako.
The bracer is still whole.
Frowning, 9S pulls his hand back and the sword slices at the bracer as it boomerangs back into his hand. But the bracer still appears to be unmarked, apparently unaffected by 9S' sword.
"No way! What's that thing made out of!?"
9S raises his sword. He could try again...
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"Fuck it, just... take my fuckin' hand off. I don't care."
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"Have you ever had a limb cut off?"
Obviously not, given their earlier conversation, about how Taako can't just reattach an arm.
"It hurts like hell."
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"Yeah, no shit. Maybe I didn't make it clear, I super do not want this bracer attached to me anymore. Like. At all."
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If something's that attached to you, isn't it something important?
It's probably not a good time for him to be prying into a stranger's life, but he can't help it! He's curious.
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He sighs, his gaze dropping to the ground.
"Somebody... I used to trust gave it to me, and they seriously fucked me over, okay? There, is that what you wanted to know?"
It's the single most vague answer he could possibly give, but it isn't inaccurate, as far as he's concerned.
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"...Sorry."
Aaand now everything's awkward. But there's still something he can do for this guy at least. Unless he's also made out of weirdly uncuttable stuff like the bracer.
Moving on! "Anyway, if we're gonna cut off your hand... the person you called was from the medical tent, right? We should do this there."
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And then he turns back to 9S, a look on his face that falls somewhere between dull resignation that wow, he's actually doing this, and a painful kind of numbness.
"Come on... let's get this over with."
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When they arrive, even though it may be completely unnecessary, he calls out, "Hellooo? We're here!"
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"Let's get this done without a fuss."
Zecora pretty much assumed they were coming in here with at least one, possibly more, severed limbs, and had prepared accordingly -- by turning off the lights. The barest dim illumination came from within the tent, cast by the subdued fires beneath cauldrons all the way in the back.
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He quietly enters the darkened medical tent, not even bothering to comment on how melodramatic it is. He just wants to get this over with so he can resume having his meltdown.
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9S pokes his head in the tent, but doesn't fully enter. Wow it's dark in there. He can barely make out who or what's inside. How does the medical team get anything done like that?
"Ummm. Hold on. We haven't done anything yet." It would probably be a bad idea to cut off Taako's hand inside. Especially when he can barely see in there. "But we'll need your help, uh... soon?"
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Zecora, with an angry gesture of a hoof, turned the lights back on. If the two looked closely they could almost see her form collapse into itself, as if she'd been half gas and smoke and had only just solidified.
Which was of course entirely correct.
"What dire need
Could demand this deed?"
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He half-marches angrily over to Zecora, displaying the bracer for her pointedly.
"Look, I need to get this thing off, and it won't come off, so I'm just gonna let this guy cut my hand off. You said you could get it back on if I got here fast, right?"
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He lets the other guy explain, hanging back in this conversation. No need for him to butt in here.
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"That is why this atrocity?
Why did you not first come to me?" Somehow Zecora stopped herself from an epic facehoof, instead turning her full attention onto the bracer.
"Before an amputation scare
I must know what holds it there."
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9S pipes up. "We already tried cutting it with my sword," which is currently hovering at his back, "and that usually cuts through metal no problem."
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It sounds like a curse.
You won't accomplish your goal
If it's attached to your soul.
At the thought of this harm
You should feel alarm.
To be sure it's no mistake
There is one attempt I must make."
She looked up from the bracelet to Taako. Her anger had dissipated as quickly as it had come, but not her resolve. She was not giving him a choice, if she wanted his help.
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He turns it in the dim light of the tent, his voice dropping to a lower, less outwardly irate tone as he continues.
"I'm... pretty sure it's not cursed. Lucretia doesn't fuck with curses, last I checked, except for metaphorical ones. I just... super need it gone, okay?"
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"Why do we not make it slim?
An inner ward, I think
Will make it unable to shrink."
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At first, 9S was just content to observe -- he's not the one who calling the shots on whether the hand comes off or not! -- but when the stripy horse mentions a different solution, he perks up.
"It's worth a shot, isn't it?" He glances over at Taako. "It sounds like it'd be less, uh. Messy."
I COULDVE SWORN I REPLIED TO THIS THREAD???
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