Okay so I’ve sent a report in both steam and tf2 outpost. Now it’s simply the waiting game and hope that actions take place. Reminder that this is the person who stole my items and if you could help report them for stolen items/hacking that would be greatly appreciate.
This person has stolen 3 of my missing items and they all show that I had previously own them, if you could all report their account for hacking and stealing my stuff that would be fantastic.
[Gimme prompts, or what you guys'd like to see me write about with this guy. Memories, delusions, nightmares... Anything that's not physical is fair game. I know people are dying to know things, or have summaries of what's happened before. It'll help me refresh my memory too.]
So much of his memory is in tatters. Early childhood, young adulthood... those belonged to Alan. The Industries, however, are the birthing place of Etienne's consciousness - amongst blood and gunshots and carnal couplings to forget the way your body felt when it tore apart under blade and explosion. He was born there.
The first is the sound of a train whistle, and his watch without noise as it tells no time. He looks up, catches the door opening onto a platform with no one to meet him. The time is 15:42:13, according to the clock above the door. Everything is unfamiliar, and he doesn't remember how he got there in the first place, and it doesn't matter. He has a job to do, and his feet, clad in fine Italian leather and rubber, step off the train into the dust and onto dry lumber. It might have been red, once. Red as his suit and pinstripes and the blood of a scalpel's blade.
He doesn't really question the talking purple cat he finds lounging in the station. Not until he is asked for a name.
A memory of something paranormal (like what isn’t paranormal around Etienne what even)
REd.
YEll0Ws anD REdS. DeLIshOUS HeaT anD MeaT. EaT Bef0rE iT gETS AwAy!
Scaled tentacles slide along the sightless floor, grasping and pushing the bulk towards prey. Built to see only the faintest heat signs, the bipedal blob fleeing is something I have never seen before. But it was WARM. It smelled GOOD. The meal would sustain me for (?), with careful conservation. No one else could have this.
But there were more. More. MORE. If I ever thought life after life was a thing, this must be paradise. A feast that I must consume before others come and take it away.
I thought death was cold. An emptiness as dark became everything. As I became the dark.
I forgot how much story is behind this fucker, punches him //
Ahaha yeah he does have quite a bit of history, which is also making it difficult to settle back into his skin. Alan is nothing like Etienne, and so to have them both aware is... well, its one of the reasons he won't wake up. They can't agree on who's in control, and so neither of them will let the other out. Etienne doesn't want Alan out to harm anyone he loves, and Alan doesn't want to go back to sleep.
Then there's the monster from "somewhere" and that's a whole different issue.
Good to see that Mathieu survived despite Etienne's endless broken promises.
You felt so fucking good, wrapped around me like this. Sucking me in and pulling every ounce of my seed from my dick. After this, we would order order martinis and a whiskey on rocks sent up, dine in bed and watch ...something... until three in the morning, then pass out cold. A celebration in anticipation of windfall.
"I'm gonna make it big. This role? I aced the audition. We'll get a house on the boulevard, a pretty lawn and one of those top down cars."
You hum disinterestedly, takes a smoke from your pack and light it up. Blow smoke rings in my eyes.
"That's what you always say, Alan," and then you smile, a viper coiled along your lips. "But that's what I like about you. You dream big~"
"This isn't going to be a dream for much longer, darling. You and I, we'll be stars before you know it."
...
Yeah... I saw stars. They were in your eyes, just before the lights went out in mine. Bleeding, smiling stars that screamed as they soared, bleached in acid and flashing camera bulbs. And I... I was bitten. Poisoned. An offering to the gods of cinema. The red carpet rolled out for you to walk on.
I'll never forgive you. You, bleeding on the bathroom floor, begging while pearls hang from your neck... Was it so easy to use me? Did I mean so little to you, that you couldn't even remember my name? How many others have you crushed under your pedicure, a mountain of decomposing faces reaching the starlight?
I hate you. You ruined me. You, and everyone else in this world. But you... you started it all. You were the first stone, and so after it all came down and I crawled out from the coffin, I sought you out. I picked you up and cracked you. I broke you open and stole the jewels from within, smashed them into dust. And now your stars are gone as well.
His mahogany hair shivered in the breeze of the open castle window. That, he could remember; along with the scent of evergreens that always seemed to hang around his emerald shoulders. Etienne's vision painted the man in greens and browns, the smell of frozen earth under snow, and the taste of...
What did ____ taste like, again?
The white eyes stay on his image as he stands, crossing the stones between them and reaching around the pillar that was his lover. His everything. If it weren't for him, he would have...died? No
... ceased to be.
Silk velvet leather ice marble and skin. Crushed needles and weeping sap and carcasses. A wolf howling alone under silver light and the broken glass of stars. The man moves, and his voice comes out liquid and crimson.
"_____?"
Etienne's breath sobs in his dry throat, and there is no taste to the dust on his tongue. It won't move. He cannot reply, and the man turns back to the window once more. There are diamonds hanging from those dark lashes, beautiful and colorless.
If he could drink them, would the thirst leave him be? Would he be able to speak once more and...?
[I would, but Etienne has been unconscious for about two years running now. His only thread is a dreamscape, and he's not really in any mood for waking up.]
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