Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Claire Keane
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@arcadianchild
It’s cold.
The boy exhales, and his breath issues forth as mist. A fascinating phenomenon; at least to him. He’s not used to seeing the flow of air, the normally invisible currents and eddies that he can now freely watch. Part of him wonders, though, about the drop in temperature -- about what could have caused it or why. Maybe it had something do with this “winter” he’d overheard mentioned once before.
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Lac and AU!Lac/Van, respectively aka “someone hide the damn chainsaw”
Tagged by: @ommetamania (Thank you this was fun~)
Tagging: @koredesaigoda, @specimen-s, @devoutduo, @valticl
arcadianchild:
He liked this person, Van decided; and for once the sentiment wasn’t malicious in any sort of way. An odd feeling to be certain - one he couldn’t recall ever experiencing before - but the matter was quickly shoved down to the subconscious to deal with later. The entire situation was simply far too interesting to pass up.
…Even if he wasn’t good at holding conversations. At least, not without some intentional aggravation and bloodshed involved. Oh, but the stranger had already taken care of that last bit! So that wouldn’t be a problem. Maybe.
Oh well. They would just have to see how it turned out.
….How did this go again?
“…What’s up with me? That’s a new one…” No, that wasn’t right. He was supposed to start with a greeting, wasn’t he? Or something like that.
Regardless, it was too late to correct himself. Might as well continue. Casually. As one does amidst remnants of a slaughter.
“Ah…’This place’ is or was a research facility. Depends on how much you destroyed and whether or not the east wing was finished being rebuilt.” It wasn’t likely. He’d been in a particularly foul mood that day. “They ran most of the experiments there.” Hence his foul mood. “And this,” uttered while the youth idly tugs at the restraining cloth, “Is so I don’t take the escorts’ guns again. I’m not sure who complained at the time though. They were dead before they could get mad at me.”
If it was apparent that benign social interaction wasn’t his strong suit, Van couldn’t tell. Though, to be honest, neither did he particularly care.
Another blink, then, as he thinks of something.
“…Sorry, was I supposed to answer those in order?”
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….” The Kishin frowned at the kid; mostly a thinking frown, and his head rotated to look the place once more before settling back on this stranger in front of him. What a curious figure… There were several interesting things about him, from his soul, which had caught his attention to begin with, to how little he seemed to mind his…reinvented surroundings.
“I take it you’re a sort of prisoner of this place, then.” They’d just met, but Asura had already taken a liking to this kid, so he next said, “How would you like to come with me?” He knew nothing of the kid’s circumstances or goals, but those weren’t of any concern to the Kishin yet. With or without this kid, however, he intended to leave shortly, and move on to the next location he could raid.
So the plate he had just licked clean was a sort of laboratory. Not that it mattered, but it was good to know, he supposed.
“What are you?” he asked next; unsurprisingly, he made no effort to be polite about it. Still, it was genuine curiosity; he couldn’t quite tell just by examining the kid’s soul, and still wasn’t able to reach a conclusion upon seeing him with his own eyes. All that was left was to find out from the kid himself. (Since, of course, it wasn’t as if there was anyone else left to interrogate.)
Van knew, very well, how to recognize when a person was considering his fate. It was a scenario he’d faced every day - every hour. But every day, every hour, it had always been with creatures people familiar to him. He knew their goals; their methods; their ways of thinking. Every day, every hour, they'd deemed him too useful to terminate.
But he knew nothing of this outsider. Might he have different ideas? No, no, it seemed not. Why? The teen could only blink in perplexed surprise. And then came that other question.
He’d wondered the same thing for years. The only answers he had were limited.
“...Male. Humanoid. Adolescent. Test subject. Artificially-produced organism.” Facts. Pure, simple facts, ones heard many times from many voices - his own included. “Prisoner? Probably. Don’t know what it means though." Beyond that, Van had no idea what he would really be classified as. Then came a slight shrug on his part because, ultimately, it didn’t matter. He was him. And he was.
Shit. He hadn’t responded to that offer yet, had he? Conversations were, apparently, remarkably hard for him to keep track of.
“...What happens if I come with you? I’ve never been outside before. Will I get to kill people?”
That would be fun.
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Notes Regarding Subject V23: Psychological Defects
Van is known to have various mental disorders, with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and insomnia produced by it the most notable among them. Others he has been diagnosed with include Asperger Syndrome and Depersonalization Disorder (likely related to PTSD).
There are a few additional disorders that Van may or may not have. Despite being debated over often, confirmation has never been achieved - primarily due to the multitude of factors to take into account. Those under contention are:
Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD)
Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder, Combined Type (ADHD-C)
Cyclothymia
Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD)
Oppositional Defiance Disorder (ODD)
Sadism
Unauthorized edits are not allowed and are to be disregarded. Aside from that, sadism is not categorized as a mental disorder, or necessarily even as a symptom of one, and therefore has no place on this document.
How about extreme sadism? Sadism with extreme prejudice? Über Schadenfreude? Can we DECLARE it a mental disorder? I mean Jesus, anytime this thing gets to kill people it’s like every holiday rolled into one. There hasn’t been a vampire to date with as much bloodlust as him!
Management would like to remind the janitor that, as a nonessential staff-member, further disregard of the rules can and will result in mandatory participation in future tests with APO-V23. Have a nice day.
@ommetamania
Humans could be so stupid sometimes. On more than one occasion the boy had wondered how they ever managed to successfully create him, and then decided it was likely a simple fluke. A simple fluke that led to him, which in turn eventually led to… Well, somehow, an unknown being rampaging through the facility. In the middle of a psychiatric exam. Which got cut short because of it.
While the test subject certainly wouldn’t complain about that development, he did wish he could go see what was happening. Preferably without the straitjacket he was essentially forced to wear any time he wasn’t incapacitated. The option of utilizing his abilities would have been nice too. But no, he was stuck being escorted back to containment, tempted to see if he could kill the guards solely with his teeth, and kept from acting by the knowledge that the inhibitor they’d stuck in his system meant no regeneration with a “side-effect” of increased sensitivity to pain.
They barely reached their destination when the adults were attacked by an assailant they didn’t notice simply because they were too busy glaring at him instead.
To reiterate: Humans could be so stupid sometimes.
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It was simply a meal.
And this facility (he couldn’t tell what sort of facility it was supposed to be) happened to be the perfect buffet. So many souls gathered in one spot – it was convenient. He needed more power, too. Every soul counted. Of course, this still wasn’t enough for him, and he was already thinking about where to go next. But first, he would finish devouring everything in this facility.
Upon getting shot at by some of his prey, he practically shrugged off the bullets. Even proper demon weapons couldn’t put a scratch on him, much less regular old guns like these. He even swatted one out of his face with only his hand, then sent a series of scarves zipping through the air to smash each of them into the walls, floor, and ceiling. The resulting souls were gathered and swallowed immediately, and the room was left with nothing, save for him and…a presence he’d taken note of before he had even entered the building.
He hadn’t laid a finger on this kid so far, for the main reason that his soul was different. Now, with everyone else in their immediate vicinity dead, he simply stared down at the kid. He sensed no particular fear from him either, unlike everyone else he had just added to his evening meal. The straitjacket piqued his curiosity, too.
“…What’s up with you?” he decided to start with, taking on a tone far too nonchalant for the situation. “Why are you in that? What is this place? What are they doing here? Oh, actually, I should say… What were they doing here.” His teeth flashed in a grin there, but it vanished in the next second, and he instead tilted his head at the boy in confusion as if nothing was wrong.
‘What is this place’ was quite the thing to ask about a facility he was in the middle of ravaging, though.
He liked this person, Van decided; and for once the sentiment wasn’t malicious in any sort of way. An odd feeling to be certain - one he couldn’t recall ever experiencing before - but the matter was quickly shoved down to the subconscious to deal with later. The entire situation was simply far too interesting to pass up.
...Even if he wasn’t good at holding conversations. At least, not without some intentional aggravation and bloodshed involved. Oh, but the stranger had already taken care of that last bit! So that wouldn’t be a problem. Maybe.
Oh well. They would just have to see how it turned out.
....How did this go again?
“...What’s up with me? That’s a new one...” No, that wasn’t right. He was supposed to start with a greeting, wasn’t he? Or something like that.
Regardless, it was too late to correct himself. Might as well continue. Casually. As one does amidst remnants of a slaughter.
“Ah...’This place’ is or was a research facility. Depends on how much you destroyed and whether or not the east wing was finished being rebuilt.” It wasn’t likely. He’d been in a particularly foul mood that day. “They ran most of the experiments there.” Hence his foul mood. “And this,” uttered while the youth idly tugs at the restraining cloth, “Is so I don’t take the escorts’ guns again. I’m not sure who complained at the time though. They were dead before they could get mad at me.”
If it was apparent that benign social interaction wasn’t his strong suit, Van couldn’t tell. Though, to be honest, neither did he particularly care.
Another blink, then, as he thinks of something.
“...Sorry, was I supposed to answer those in order?”
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@ommetamania
Humans could be so stupid sometimes. On more than one occasion the boy had wondered how they ever managed to successfully create him, and then decided it was likely a simple fluke. A simple fluke that led to him, which in turn eventually led to... Well, somehow, an unknown being rampaging through the facility. In the middle of a psychiatric exam. Which got cut short because of it.
While the test subject certainly wouldn’t complain about that development, he did wish he could go see what was happening. Preferably without the straitjacket he was essentially forced to wear any time he wasn’t incapacitated. The option of utilizing his abilities would have been nice too. But no, he was stuck being escorted back to containment, tempted to see if he could kill the guards solely with his teeth, and kept from acting by the knowledge that the inhibitor they’d stuck in his system meant no regeneration with a “side-effect” of increased sensitivity to pain.
They barely reached their destination when the adults were attacked by an assailant they didn’t notice simply because they were too busy glaring at him instead.
To reiterate: Humans could be so stupid sometimes.
Could Be Worse
arcadianchild:
koredesaigoda:
“That’s good”; a comment the man had made use of more than once, and a comment that Lac never really understood the purpose of. After a time the boy had simply come to assume it was a phrase of approval. Even so, he found it curious still.
Yet that was neither here nor there, and attention inevitably turned to the topical medication.
A relieving chill was the first sensation to register. He wasn’t surprised given its intended use. Aside from that, he’d had to be treated for similar injuries in the past. Such ointments were thus familiar to him. Though, with that said, it felt unusually welcome as Itachi rubbed it on his wounds. Were the ingredients different, then? Or…?
Lac glanced at his caretaker. As time had passed, benign physical contact had become increasingly frequent, and – while the confusing oddity of it had yet to ebb – eventually the child began to notice that sometimes the touches felt… “Pleasant”. Was this one such instance? Between the mild concussion and the applied medicine, it was difficult to tell.
Once Itachi was done with one arm, he bandaged it with a fresh dressing of gauze, careful not to cause further aggravation to the burns. Even if he had his gaze lowered, he noted the glance out of the corner of his eye. A soft exhale as he made to start work on the other arm.
The boy was being more contemplative than usual.
He repeated the process, spreading the cool ointment over the burns. While it was unfortunate that they did not have any medical ninjas in the organisation -they had never really had any need for them- they at the very least had Sasori. The puppeteer’s knowledge of herbs was not limited to poisons; the elder dabbled in medicine too, when needed.
Finally, as he covered the last patch of wounded skin with the balm, Itachi extended a question to the child:
“What are you thinking about?”
It came as no surprise, for Lac, that the man took notice of his look. Neither was it at all unexpected for Itachi to refrain from saying anything while occupied with something of higher priority. Such was normal. Predictable, even.
Truly, the whole situation could arguably fall into that category. A simple oversight had led to a minor accident, and in turn to superficial injuries that others felt a need to treat. Only that last bit was something the child might have considered unusual before, but even that had become standard to some degree.
His thoughts -- the answer to the query uttered once the elder felt his task finished -- did not fit in with that. And so the boy did not respond right away. He wasn’t sure what to say.
“...Felt... Nice...” came the quiet words, in the end. A vague alteration to his usual tone betrayed the confusion, the uncertainty, that had been produced by the notion. For the pleasant sensation had not simply been some form of relief. Instead there was something more behind it.
And he didn’t understand that.
Could Be Worse
arcadianchild:
koredesaigoda:
Injuries were hardly noted by the boy, little more than a footnote on an expanding page of idle observations and varying thoughts. At most they garnered a slight twitching of fingers - and only when excess pressure was applied to the reddened area.
Strange. There was no real pain, perhaps some vague irritation, but that was normal for Lac. The fact that he’d reacted to it at all was not. Under most circumstances it took far more to gain a response to any form of physical discomfort. He would have to figure out why this time was different.
But that could wait. As expected, Itachi appeared to be keen on conversing with him. The child briefly wondered why it seemed the man would always talk to him whenever they interacted.
“…Okay…” came the initial answer. A small nod followed shortly after.
He had no complaints, even with the state he was in.
“Oh?” The short, one-word answers were normal when it came to Lac. It was something that Itachi was accustomed to, especially since it was a trait that he himself practiced. Much to the frustration of comrades such as Hidan and Deidara.
And while in a way he did find relief in Lac’s silence, the elder Uchiha did worry about the child’s mental and emotional state. Anyone who had been raised the way Lac had would have been affected one way or another, and most certainly in a damaging manner.
“That’s good.” Itachi had finished cleaning the burns then, now reaching for the tub of ointment to smooth over the seared wounds. The oil was cool on his fingertips, though whether it would have the same effect on Lac remained to be seen. He allowed a few drops to drip upon that small arm before proceeding to spread it over the burns.
“That’s good”; a comment the man had made use of more than once, and a comment that Lac never really understood the purpose of. After a time the boy had simply come to assume it was a phrase of approval. Even so, he found it curious still.
Yet that was neither here nor there, and attention inevitably turned to the topical medication.
A relieving chill was the first sensation to register. He wasn’t surprised given its intended use. Aside from that, he’d had to be treated for similar injuries in the past. Such ointments were thus familiar to him. Though, with that said, it felt unusually welcome as Itachi rubbed it on his wounds. Were the ingredients different, then? Or...?
Lac glanced at his caretaker. As time had passed, benign physical contact had become increasingly frequent, and -- while the confusing oddity of it had yet to ebb -- eventually the child began to notice that sometimes the touches felt... “Pleasant”. Was this one such instance? Between the mild concussion and the applied medicine, it was difficult to tell.
Could Be Worse
arcadianchild:
koredesaigoda:
A deteriorated trait on the elder’s part, perhaps, but to the younger it was a bewildering one regardless. Until Itachi had recovered him from the facility, Lac hadn’t even known such a thing existed. He was far more accustomed to the frigid nature that the man at times displayed, but never truly directed at him. Sometimes the boy was tempted to ask about the matter.
He never did.
For the moment, at least, he was content to obey and nod once. It made the world sway before him. He ignored that. Head ached just a little more. He ignored that too.
Instead focus drifted to the tainted linen around his arms and the juvenile idly noted how familiar they looked.
Exhaling softly, Itachi set to work- beginning with carefully removing the bandages before proceeding to clean the wounds.
“This is going to sting a little…”
The gauze was placed in a small pile on the bedside table, the elder Uchiha only pausing in dabbing a damp cloth against the burns when there were indications of discomfort from the child, or when he needed to re-wet the fabric in a bowl of water.
Lac didn’t need to have his wounds aggravated any further than they already were.
“How have things been since I last saw you?” The accident aside. “Have my comrades been treating you well?”
Injuries were hardly noted by the boy, little more than a footnote on an expanding page of idle observations and varying thoughts. At most they garnered a slight twitching of fingers - and only when excess pressure was applied to the reddened area.
Strange. There was no real pain, perhaps some vague irritation, but that was normal for Lac. The fact that he’d reacted to it at all was not. Under most circumstances it took far more to gain a response to any form of physical discomfort. He would have to figure out why this time was different.
But that could wait. As expected, Itachi appeared to be keen on conversing with him. The child briefly wondered why it seemed the man would always talk to him whenever they interacted.
“...Okay...” came the initial answer. A small nod followed shortly after.
He had no complaints, even with the state he was in.
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1ST RULE: tag 9 muses you would like to know better: Ignore his if you’ve done it already, of course! @devoutduo, @valticl, @mendxcity, @miserycrona, @specimen-s, @deviliciious, @mysteriousshopkeeper, @fearfatale-archived (in case you come back*), @gxfangen
2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse
APPEARANCE:
I am 5'7" or taller
I wear glasses
I have at least one tattoo
I have at least one piercing
I have blonde hair
I have brown eyes
I have short hair
My abs are at least somewhat defined
I have or have had braces
PERSONALITY:
I love meeting new people
People tell me that I’m funny
Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me
I enjoy physical challenges
I enjoy mental challenges
I’m playfully rude with people I know well
I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it
There is something I would change about my personality
ABILITY:
I can sing well
I can play an instrument
I can do over 30 pushups without stopping
I’m a fast runner
I can draw well
I have a good memory
I’m good at doing math in my head
I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute
I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling
I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch
I know how to throw a proper punch
HOBBIES:
I enjoy playing sports
I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else
I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else
I have learned a new song in the past week
I work out at least once a week
I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months
I have drawn something in the past month
I enjoy writing
I do or have done martial arts
EXPERIENCES:
I have had my first kiss
I have had alcohol
I have scored the winning goal in a sports game
I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting
I have been at an overnight event
I have been in a taxi
I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year
I have beaten a video game in one day
I have visited another country
I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts
RELATIONSHIPS:
I’m in a relationship
I have a crush on a celebrity
I have a crush on someone I know
I have been in at least 3 relationships
I have never been in a relationship
I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them
I get crushes easily
I have had a crush on someone for over a year
I have been in a relationship for at least a year
I have had feelings for a friend
MY LIFE:
I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”
I live close to my school
My parents are still together
I have at least one sibling
I live in the United States
There is snow right now where I live
I have hung out with a friend in the past month
I have a smartphone
I have at least 15 CD’s
I share my room with someone
RANDOM SHIT:
I have breakdanced
I know a person named Jamie
I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce
I have dyed my hair
I’m listening to one song on repeat right now
I have punched someone in the past week
I know someone who has gone to jail
I have broken a bone
I have eaten a waffle today
I know what I want to do with my life
I speak at least 2 languages
Head tilts, just the slightest, in the wake of the elder’s response. Lac doesn’t comprehend the significance. Beyond a way to keep track of one’s development, it made little sense to take note of such a date – let alone “celebrate” it. Nonetheless the boy is content with mutely accepting the explanation and almost returns to sketching
Justin doesn’t give him the chance.
It’s the child’s turn to blink now. Not only the question but the way in which it’s uttered is decidedly perplexing, and he doesn’t know how to answer because he doesn’t even know exactly what’s being asked.
“…’Parents’…?”
Perhaps knowing what those are might help.
Pools of blue narrow VISABLY to thin discs at Lac’s reaction. It’s a STRUGGLE to keep his tenor steady and semi-defrosted, but Justin manages from years of practice. Lips are SCREWED into a thin, downturned line. He’s angry, and confused among other emotions.
“….. Parents are,” He swallows the sour taste in his mouth. “Caretakers. Adults who raise their offspring until they are able to care for themselves.”
Something is wrong. Had Justin ever asked Lac about himself?
N o.
& Now he needs to.
By Justin’s expression, it seems as if the child had done something bad in voicing that simple question. Clearly it’s managed to upset the blond, make him mad, and the boy wonders why. The reaction is... “Worrying”, he believes to be the proper term. Whatever it is he feels a distinct urge to take back what he’s said. That, however, makes no sense to him. Words are nothing like papers or other physical objects. As such it’s impossible to “take them back” and he’s not even sure why such an illogical thought would form.
Yet that is neither here nor there for the moment.
Instead the boy thinks about “Parents” -- about the definition provided to him, and whether or not there’s anyone he knows to match that description. But truly, he already knows the answer.
“... Don’t... Have those...”
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NAME OF YOUR MUSE: Subject APO-☋[V]23, “Lac”
ONE PICTURE YOU LIKE BEST OF YOUR MUSE’S FC:
TWO HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE THAT YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE: 1) Once free of the lab, Lac gets attached very easily and very firmly to the first person (or creature) with which he has prolonged, primarily benign interactions. Any other bonds that follow are always weaker than the initial one, though they have the capability of coming close. 2) Though far from what most consider regeneration, Lac does have a somewhat accelerated healing rate as a child. The decrease in the time it takes for injuries to mend isn’t much, but it’s enough to be noticeable if someone decides to pay attention.
THREE THINGS THAT YOUR MUSE LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME: Drawing, Reading, Learning
SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LOVES/LIKES: Asura, Itachi Uchiha, Justin Law, Sephiroth, Valtiel, Varelsen, Wolfin
TWO THINGS YOUR MUSE REGRETS: This varies greatly by threads, but on average there’s nothing that Lac finds himself regretting.
A PHOBIA YOUR MUSE HAS: While in the lab, there’s the occasional nagging thought that he’ll never know anything beyond that hollow existence. Outside of it, he has a slight aversion to doctors and scientists.
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The boy can only stare – blankly, uncomprehending – in the wake of Justin’s confirmation and strange facial expression. It isn’t the first time he’s seen it. Still, he has yet to figure out what it means. Frustration? Disappointment? They are the closest comparisons Lac can make, but neither fit; and he’s never been the sort to ask about such things.
So he waits. One of three things is expected to happen. Either the blond will provide an explanation, change the subject, or let the matter drop entirely. Exactly which will occur is difficult to guess.
So he waits.
Golden-bar brows RAISE as Justin’s expression PRESSES out into a smooth plain o n c e again, the only knit of his thin eyebrows a visible wrinkle on pale skin. The teen is quiet a moment, thoughtful as can be as he clears his throat to continue, shifting to turn his s k i n n y form more towards Lac; attention hyper-focused on the child.
“A birthday is a day you celebrate one’s birth. For example, my birthday is November 11th and I will be 18 years old.” He explains plainly, short & sweet, blinking twice.
The weapon pauses, letting it SINK IN.
“I’m rather… confused. Why did your parents not teach you something everyone should know around your age already?” Justin sounds a little FUSTRATED, but keeps his tone careful. He remembers those MARKINGS on Lac and hopes his answer doesn’t f e e d into what Justin believes he has been through before living with him.
Head tilts, just the slightest, in the wake of the elder’s response. Lac doesn’t comprehend the significance. Beyond a way to keep track of one’s development, it made little sense to take note of such a date -- let alone “celebrate” it. Nonetheless the boy is content with mutely accepting the explanation and almost returns to sketching.
Justin doesn’t give him the chance.
It’s the child’s turn to blink now. Not only the question but the way in which it’s uttered is decidedly perplexing, and he doesn’t know how to answer because he doesn’t even know exactly what’s being asked.
“...’Parents’...?”
Perhaps knowing what those are might help.
