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expiationlogs2024-04-23 03:31 pm
quizpersona) wrote in expiationlogs2024-04-23 03:31 pm
Hey who the hell is this guy? (Open & Closed)
Who: A man who isn't going by "Gogol" right now
Where: Aldrip (now with better accuracy!) The Inn, an abandoned house at the edges of town, at a diner.
What: The assorted shenanigans related to a certain local murder clown who has faked his own perma-death to assume a different identity. There will be various toplevels in the comments. This is "closed-ish" because it's not 100% closed but there's a lot of ooc plotting and scheming going on so please come join in on the plotting scheming instead of blitzing in with a "hey you guys that's obviously Gogol" when other people are investigating.
Getting short-lived CR with the nice, helpful, and well-mannered salaryman is 100% open though because frankly that's funny.
Edit: now including a top level for his sentencing failure.
Warnings: Kidnapping, nsfw dialogue, law advice for the dubious, torture (includes finger trauma).
Where: Aldrip (now with better accuracy!) The Inn, an abandoned house at the edges of town, at a diner.
What: The assorted shenanigans related to a certain local murder clown who has faked his own perma-death to assume a different identity. There will be various toplevels in the comments. This is "closed-ish" because it's not 100% closed but there's a lot of ooc plotting and scheming going on so please come join in on the plotting scheming instead of blitzing in with a "hey you guys that's obviously Gogol" when other people are investigating.
Getting short-lived CR with the nice, helpful, and well-mannered salaryman is 100% open though because frankly that's funny.
Edit: now including a top level for his sentencing failure.
Warnings: Kidnapping, nsfw dialogue, law advice for the dubious, torture (includes finger trauma).
cw death
his vision is fading -- his flesh is going cold. how strange. how lonely. darkness pricks at the corners of his eyes, and he sees a glimpse of nikolai's face, gaze fixated on him. there's this keen awareness: that this could be so much worse. that it should have been, that he expected it to be.
there's a part of his mind, in the throes of panic, that wonders if he'll truly come back. in those final seconds, slow like molasses, memories whisk by -- running through the dying weeds of a barren planet, smiling alongside bonobos; small fingers wound around his hand, a blue haired boy trailing behind him; making it to civilization for the first time, roaming asphalt streets, realizing he was an outlier; all of the faceless girlfriends who stepped in and out of the arena of his life; a brunette little girl who hid in thickets of trees, precious to a version of himself that didn't exist to begin with.
in the end, he still doesn't understand what his friends went through. because this man has chosen mercy, and sha-ming has realized. his friends died under the heel of a boot. they died for having wanted to live at all. nikolai did not want to do this. as the life wheezes out of his body, sha-ming can only come to one conclusion: he's always been a selfish bastard, through and through. ]