beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young [OPEN]

[counterattack]

Who: Law & YOU
Where: Aldrip and the surrounding area
What: Settling in, getting up to hijinx, with a timeline anywhere from shortly after the TDM to the end of the month
Warnings: Probably nothin'.

Prompts in the comments, some open and some closed! Please feel free to drop any wildcards in the comments as well if there's something else you'd like to do. Law also has a toplevel at the Day of Devotion log, here!

If you'd like to plot something out, you can reach me on discord at tarocchi#8388, or on plurk at astrologies!

Comments

[aintyourdad]

The assholes who dragged us here probably want us to get comfortable. Let our guards down. Won't impose the really nasty rules until they think we won't expect it, or won't be able to fight back.

[ Which is why Joel has no intention of letting his guard down. ]

[counterattack]

Sounds like you know what to watch out for.

[ With the implication that he does too, although he doesn't come right out and say that. Even out here on the beach, you never know who's listening in. For all he knows, Joel could be sussing him out. ]

It's not enough if only a few people do, though. If the majority get swept up in something they can't control, that's a hard thing to break out of. People will do anything just to keep out of trouble. And not everybody can fight for themselves.

[aintyourdad]

Everybody isn't my problem.

[ What, does this kid think Joel is some sort of do-gooder? Please. ]

People are people, always have been and always will be.

[counterattack]

That's true, but that doesn't mean they're all worth writing off. Especially not if you're lucky enough to be able to fight.

[ He can't help himself, he's a born and bred Man Of The People. Even when he was off being an asshole, he was still driven to want to do the right thing, whether he was capable of it or not, and has to assume most people have that impulse somewhere down in there.

It's just buried deeper down for some more than others. ]

[aintyourdad]

Mm-hm.

[ Joel's response is neither confirming nor denying, frankly. He hasn't determined the usefulness of most people here, yet. Until he does, he's keeping things close to the chest. ]

When the time comes to fight, we'll see who the fighters are.

[counterattack]

Guess so.

[ Under normal circumstances, he might be more invasive, if only in a good-natured way—what about you? What do you do? Do you train? Do you need a sparring partner? But he follows the cues here and doesn't come right out and show his hand, either. That, and he just doesn't really have the energy for it at this insane hour. ]

You ever think how out of everything they could've accused you of, they picked the weirdest thing? I dunno if that's just me. I can't figure out their angle.

[aintyourdad]

They're just tryin' to get into your head. Looks like it worked.

[ Joel shoved his little paper in his bag and hasn't looked at it in weeks, not since he realized he couldn't destroy it. ]

[counterattack]

...I guess. Yeah. I should probably just ignore it, but I kinda counted that as part of staying on my guard.

[ And yet he kind of looks like he hadn't really thought of that until now. ]

I just don't get why.

[aintyourdad]

The why matters a lot less than the how we're gonna get the hell out of here.

[ Whys, as far as Joel is concerned, are largely a waste of time. ]