expiationlogs | ★ AUG. (CATCH ALL); & when time at last consumes me, Broken & unholy。

'A bar from The Lanes. It has loud music, a wide variety of alcoholic and non-alcoholic choices. The bar is open from 2 pm to 2 am every day and dance parties are from 10 pm to close. There are a lot of neon lights and smoke machines after dark, so come and enjoy yourself.'

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'Founded by Dazai Osamu, the bar is located on the basement level, hence, there are no windows. As quiet as a bear cave, the bar is well stocked—the counter, seats, walls lined with rows and rows of empty bottles, taciturn regulars, and the bartender in his red vest. Because so many things have been squeezed into this tight underground space, the walkway only allows for two people to squeeze past one another. The items in the shop have witnessed the passage of time, giving guests the feeling of being suspended in their time.'

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[ it's a sunny day out in the countryside, the golden rays of the sun illuminate the vibrant landscape, and a gentle breeze that helps nature come alive in a harmonious symphony of warmth and coolness. under the azure sky, the world seems to sparkle with life as birds chirp merrily and butterflies flutter gracefully from flower to flower. on top of a slope, is a long table filled with trays of dishes, from desserts, to vegetables, to pastas, and grilled/baked meats. rogue is seen setting up the final touches of a tarp tent — to provide shade for anyone who wishes to stay awhile to sit, eat and converse with her or others.

with everything done, rogue takes a few steps back to give her handiwork one good look over. and while she seems pretty satisfied with its appearance, her smile falters into a melancholy curl. the mutant remembers a time that seems so long ago now, when the X-Men had a gathering similar to this, with their laughter and conversations filling the air as they enjoyed good food, and each other's company.

she can almost picture her family's joyful faces, and hear someone scolding about how sharing is caring and to not hog all the refreshments. a simpler time that she weights heavy on her now, if those peaceful days of home are forever long gone.

her heart sinks at the thought, but her optimism quickly bubbles to the surface. even if things look hopeless or grim, the x-men will always come up on top in the end, so this is just another one of those things. everything will work out and everyone in this world/simulation will be able to return home safe and sound, she'll make sure of that. it's her duty as an x-man. breathing out a sigh, she hovers over to the table to make her own plate — one of the worst things in life is wasting food. ]

Edited 2024-08-03 17:59 (UTC)

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[ when the boy savior stated that once he manages to get a place of his own, and he would assist her with her sleeping conundrum, jinx accepted his help ironically. in despite of him confessing his devoting feelings for her, and vice versa to him (except not in so many words or as passionate), jinx, in some way, thought he was bluffing. the bluenette should learn by now that whenever her counterpart says he will do something, he will one hundred percent do it with true intentions. so when jinx receives a message from ekko about obtaining his new home, she was dumbfounded, but all the while, it made her heart race with excitement and apprehension.

she spent many nights embracing her rocket launcher, the rare times she slept in her room alone, but cold metal is vastly different from a warm company. and there is something about hearing the steady breathing of another that gives her a sense of tranquility and security. jinx hates this needy part of her, and wishes she was the type of person who can just stand alone and live comfortably in isolation. but the silence haunts her whenever she's alone, and the deads' jagged claws take pleasure in prickling at her skin underneath her covers. ]

[ luckily for the teenager, she didn't need to come up with an excuse to where she would be heading tonight. silco informed her he will be at the last drop for most of the evening, or allegedly so. he could be having his own sleepover somewhere for all she knows, or will be doing a little bit of both. work then a sleepover. normally, she would pout at her father's overworking habits, but it makes her meet up with ekko a lot easier.

with a duffle bag over her shoulder, jinx strolls out in the streets while digesting the city, once again malfunctioning. she contemplates over what would happen to her and everyone else if this doesn't get resolved soon. will they get warped into the void again and live yet another alternate life? if the next one is anything like her bakery life, she wouldn't be opposed to it, especially if it's simpler. her grip tightens on the strap when she spots ekko's newly home coming to view, and her face reddens over the realization that she is actually going to his home to not spend just a few hours there, but the whole night. all the way until morning.

she crashed at scott's home a few times when quentin was still in aldrip, but this is with an entirely different boy, and someone who is completely opposite of her ex. while she grew up with ekko and knows him like the back of her hand in a combative sense, this side of him is a brain-teaser. jinx isn't necessarily sure what to expect besides him being... passionate, and that alone is enough to make her feel inadequate. sure, she's an emotional individual too, but more so on the wrath side than anything. and quentin wasn't imperatively the romantic type, so this is something out of her comfort zone.

so when the bluenette approaches at the doorstep, she stares edgily at the wooden door before her. mylo looms over her shoulder cockily, hissing remarks in her ear over her cowardliness with the way she's hesitating. but his words are enough for her to summon up the courage to curl her knuckles to knock, then she quickly smooths her ~~feathers~~ locks before straightening her spine, waiting. ]

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i. ❝it's too early for surrender.❞
▷ @ seafood shack; language barrier

[ so it appears, over at the seafood shack, some of the locals are still functional. but there seems to be a lot of commotion outside the establishment between a worker and a familiar (or not so familiar) blue twin-braided hair girl in front of the entrance. by the expression on the teenager's face, she isn't happy and neither is the worker as they both seem to be waving their arms around in their argument.

however if one dares to approach to see just what in the world is going on between them, the first problem an individual will come across is their language. they both seem to be speaking in two different dialects, and they seem to be getting more frustrated by the second. ]

Äh, hallo?! Weißt du, wer ich bin? Mein Vater leitet diesen Laden, er besitzt euch praktisch!! Ich bin seine Tochter, also lasst mich rein...!
( Uh, hello?! Do you know who I am? My dad runs this place, he practically owns you!! I'm his daughter, so let me in...!)

ii. ❝too late for a prayer.❞
▷ earthquake!

[ if nothing else, at least her soon-to-be café is still intact, and it hasn't been fiddled with given what's been happening around the city. and outside this half-abandoned building is jinx crouching over with a bowl of cat food to place in front of a grey coated cat (mr. stinkbomb). things seem okay, until she feels a slight tremor beneath her feet, with vibrations rumbling through the air.

everything inside her coffee shop sway gently, causing objects to shift and clatter onto the floors. the oscillation is strong enough for jinx to fall back on her bottom, and the feline "blue-screens" in place as a building just a block down creaks with its walls fabricating cobweb-like edges. a crater steadily forms nearby her, and jinx scrambles up to her feet to race away from the disaster. and if [YOUR CHARACTER] just so happens to be in the same area she's in, the bluenette grabs onto [YOUR CHARACTER]'s arm without hesitation and drags them along with her to find shelter or safety. ]

iii. ❝we can't go to hell if we're already there.❞
▷ house calls.

[ seeing the locals being frozen in place has the bluenette worried, especially when the INX mainly consists of the aldrip's thieves. it's exactly why jinx wants to recruit more chosen than the council's nobodies, because how is she meant to rule when she has no people by her side? her thieves are loyal to her, sure, but the council or... whoever is in charge can easily strip them away from her grasp or even have them turn on her if they truly wanted. given all the uproar she has caused thus far, jinx is genuinely surprised they haven't done something similar to that. maybe they just want to humor her, and think it'll be funny if she fails miserably?

who really knows what they are thinking, but right now, she can't ruffle her feathers over it. the condition at hand is how everything seems to be glitching in a more alarming rate, and who knows what state that is putting the chosen in. their homes or their belongings could be phasing out of existence, and be lost forever into who knows where. so coming up with the only resolution she can muster, is to venture off a few blocks down where the weather is frigid — tugging a wagon filled with coats, lanterns, blankets, ready-made meals, and any other winter wear. ]

[ this time around, she is wearing an entirely different mask than the one she worn during the network. ekko was nice enough to help customize her own and assisted her in building in a voice changer inside to scramble her pitch. it's not covering her entire face, but as long as she wears a cloak and keep her hair hidden, she can still pull off being unrecognizable. anyhow, the crow makes her way to the first apartment complex, and politely knocks on the door to see if there is someone home, and they might need of some supplies. ]

iv. ❝& I need to prepare.❞
▷WILDCARD.

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Edited 2024-08-04 23:46 (UTC)

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[It wasn't hard to spot where Rogue had set up from the air, though at first Morph only touched down long enough to grab the strange shark-beaver by the tail and fly it off somewhere more remote - they picked an empty spot on the beach, depositing it in the sand so that it could go frolic in the waves later. How is it that this city has so many animals running around that look like some mad scientist had gotten drunk at a zoo? Morph did take the time to look the creature over just in case they could use that form in the future, but really, the chocobos had been more useful than... whatever this was.

They flew back to the picnic - if you could call that much food a picnic - while still in Archangel's form, the sun reflecting off of their metallic wings as they land in the grass. Morph peers into the tent just to see if any other Chosen had shown up yet, but then shift back to their natural form in short order. They just wanted to make sure no one was around to overhear them spilling their guts.]

Wow, Rogue, you really outdid yourself with all this.

[As a skinny and often malnourished kid, 10 year old Levi is very interested in free food. Was it free, though? It was all standing out here and he didn't see many people but that didn't mean he was allowed to take it.

But he was hungry and whoever was having this party or whatever didn't need all that food. He thinks he's never seen so much food in one place! So he sneakily moves over to grab a plate. No one seemed to be watching right now, so he's just gonna start quickly adding food to the plate so he can take it and go before he gets caught.]

[ rogue was in the air when young levi made his way to her little food fest, but when she finally touches the ground, she blinks bewilderedly at the child storing the dishes onto his plate in such a haste. the smile on her face warms as she approaches closer, hopefully careful enough to not spook the boy away. ]

Well, hey there, Sweet pea! I take it you're mighty hungry, huh?

[ it saddens her heart to see his figure being so famished, which makes her hope the boy will stick around and not flee at the sight of her. ]

Take as much as you want, I don't mind.

[ if rogue wasn't expecting morph to stop by, she would have been taken back at the glimpse of archangel, but it wouldn't be the first time they've caught her off guard with their shifting, and it certainly won't be the last. the mutant grins while waving her hand thoughtlessly. ]

Aww, this? It's about the same as how I would usually cook.

[ actually, it's a little more than usual, but she isn't going to admit that she got a little bit carried away in the kitchen while her mind was going off the rails over other things. ]

[He doesn't notice Rogue land or head over, too focused on reaching a cupcake that's a little too far from the edge for him to reach easily. He jumps when she talks though, and back peddles away from the table holding his plate (of mostly meat) close and looking up at Rogue with wide eyes.]

I-I wasn't stealing! I was ju--

[Wait did she say he could take it? Well that helps because he had no idea what sort of lie to use there.]

...r-really?

Yeah, but you're usually cooking for a small army. It smells great, though.

[Okay, so the two of them needed to have a serious talk, but Morph still couldn't resist grabbing a plate and starting to load it up with food. Rogue was pretty good at cooking, whereas Morph had always been the 'throw it all in one pot and make a casserole' person. Normally they got paired up with someone else for cooking duty because of that.]

I spent the last week nearly living on tuna and cat treats. But don't get me wrong, tuna tastes awesome as a cat. The meat taste really hits different when you're a fuzzy little predator.

[ it warms her heart to see her companion stacking their plate with food, because while they were gone, she had worried they were severely injured, starving, or worse... disappeared somehow without her. although her smile is real and genuine, it curls into a sour twist over hearing their little kitty-cat escapade. ]

... You brushed your teeth, right?

[ not that she is doubting their knowledge or experience with being a feline, but tuna has a strong stench. and it sticks to anyone or anything if they're in the same perimeter of it. if morph's been eating fish for the past week, then who knows what condition their breath might be... ]

Why, of course! I don't think I can gobble all of this up by my lonesome. I'mma need help with it.

[ she smiles bigger as she strolls over to take the nearest seat at the table. ]

So why don'tcha sit for a spell and enjoy yerself? I picked a nice spot where nothin' is gonna come and bother ya.

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[Hearing that makes Morph break out into a genuine laugh.]

Don't worry, I stopped by the apartment and freshened up first.

[They had needed a shower in particular, after hanging out with a cat that smelled like raw garbage. Morph still couldn't understand how the poor creature could put up with it, but at least they'd managed to make friends after backing down from any territorial fights. For not having actual cat instincts, Morph had muddled through it fine.

After making quick work of putting together a plate, they step over to take a seat under the tent, motioning her over.]

So... you wanna hear it, huh?

[ good! because she wouldn't be able to have a serious conversation with them if their breath is ranchy. she opens a cooler nearby filled with beverages (which consist of canned juices, bottled water, and beer. — sadly, no coke, pepsi, dr.pepper, or sprite), and snags two juices to set on the table for her and them. rogue hauls her own plate that she prepped a little earlier and takes a seat across for them, nodding. ]

I'm all ears, Sugah. You have the table.

[ the mutant begins to spear some of the mac and cheese first, and begins to eat. ]

[Morph picks up their fork, and though they start to tear apart a hunk of chicken breast, they're not actually eating yet despite any claims of being hungry.]

... I know you noticed that I was acting weird. It's because I was infected. It was almost like when Mr. Sinister was controlling me, but worse. I wasn't fighting with myself this time. I was convinced that I had to be the one to kill you, and every other mutant here.

[They put down their fork entirely, scrubbing a hand over their face.]

The only reason I didn't do more damage was because I kept getting my ass kicked by people using some sort of magic. Like Scott's girlfriend. I attacked them both, and I - I turned into a monster. Literally. They managed to counter me, somehow, and it left me unconscious for about two days straight.

[He watches her go, not sure if he can really trust her or not. She was really nice, but nice people weren't always nice. Some of the nuns could be really nice sometimes and horrifying at other times.

But he was hungry, and he figures as long as he sits out of her reach he can at least get a head start. So he snags that cupcake and goes to sit across from her at the table.]

I-it is nice out here.

[ as morph elaborates, rogue too, puts down the fork and almost lost her entire appetite completely. they went through something worse than what they've been through with mr.sinister? is that even possible? she can't even begin to fathom the kind of hell that might have been like for them, especially when that horrible human mutate have ruined so many lives. so to hear that it was worse... it drives her heart cave in, and break into a thousand pieces.

rogue can feel her own eyes misting, but she blinks away any tears that might creep pass her eyelids. she doesn't need to touch her companion to feel the hurt in them, because after all, out of all the x-men, rogue is the most empathetic one. out of sheer impulse, the mutant raises from her seat and walks around the table to approach closer, then kneeling down beside them before placing both of her gloved hands to each of their cheeks. ]

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I want ya to listen to me, okay?

[ she starts, gingerly guiding their head to face her, so their gaze can lock tight to one another. and while her pitch is in slight quivers, the expression she wears is strong and focused. ]

I ain't gonna pretend like I know a damn thing of what you've been through. And I know if I really wanted to know, a simple touch will tell me everything. I ain't gonna do it, 'cuz I don't need to. I can see it in your eyes.

[ a brief pause as she brushes their cheeks with her thumbs. ]

But there's somethin' I wanna tell you and want you to know. Don't go on thinkin' that whatever you became, is you or a part of you. You are not a monster. You are the most beautiful person, and you're so damn strong. Hell, even stronger than me. That... thing doesn't define you. That ain't who you are. And you remember that, ya hear me?

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[ while rogue might be wobbling on a tight rope on whether she is for or against humans (her opinion seems to change on a daily), the one thing she will always have a soft spot for is children. no matter if they are a mutant, a human, or of a different species entirely. amused by her new little buddy, the woman persists with her friendly and sweet southern hospitality and charm. ]

Ya know somethin'? I was just thinking the same thing. I haven't seen a pretty day like this in a long time. It might be a lil' muggy with it being summer and all, but it ain't too bad. Might go swimmin' later. You've ever been to the beach?

Edited 2024-08-06 04:50 (UTC)

★ AUG. (CATCH ALL); & when time at last consumes me, Broken & unholy。

▶ THE LAST DROP W/ JINX — catch-all open thru out the month。

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▶ NOURISH YOUR SOUL DINING W/ ROGUE — open。

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▶ TIMEBOMB; I DIDN'T THINK I WOULD NEED HIM, SO HOW DID HE BECOME MY TORTURE? — priv.

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