fus/ion

If you don't have a dad then I'm your dad now.

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Friends? No. | Izaya

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3d3nsr0s3:

Izaya was silent throughout Rod’s retailing and he was silent for a very long time afterward. He sat motionlessly, eyes trained on one of the dirty spots on the ground, even his breathing seemed nonapparent. This wasn’t right, he should have never pried and asked for something that was going to hurt. Although he didn’t understand what happened to Rod and his family in the end, he did know why he stopped, it wasn’t happy. Izaya scrunched up his nose, closed his eyes tight, and frowned before placing his hand on top of Rod’s and squeezing it in an attempt to comfort him. (Like he could comfort an older man he showed distaste too a couple minutes earlier.) But he didn’t pull his hand away in fear after a couple of seconds or immediately get up to hide, instead, he did his best to interlace their fingers and lean his body weight into the other. It was odd and a bit uncomfortable at first but after a few shaky breaths and a couple of quiet sighs he relaxed and became content with their position. 

“I was happy at home, real home.” He began, his tone was sad and his look far away. “But Papa did not want a beast. And I tried to hide it for so long, I wanted to be born different or to poison the vines that lived inside me. But I learned you can not change who you are or what you become when you try to…supress your being. And it got out, it attacked Papa. I tried to stop it,” He pleaded as though his angry father was standing in front of him once again. “It did not go away, it never went away. So Mama left me at the sanctuary, and it was new, and it was scary, but it became home. Not as happy as real home but at least it had a garden with lots of roses where I could run too.” He stopped and went silent once again, breathing a bit unsteady. “Now the sanctuary has left me here, and it is new, and is scary.” He squeezed Rod’s hand and looked towards the man, gaze a tiny bit hopeful. “Maybe we can plant some morning glories and a rose? A tiny pot of happiness.”

If only he’d known back at the Sanctuary. The silence that followed felt all so heavy, so much that Rod could feel his heart pulsating against his ribcage - lupp dupp, lupp dupp. He relished the contact between their bodies and, thumbing a circle into his hand, he inhaled deeply. There was something wrong about the word mutant. The lingering connotation of the word felt so wrong, as if... as if they were wrong, or different. The word had always made Rod felt at unease. To those struggling with their abilities, Rod couldn’t imagine what kind of shame they felt. Ten years of having to undo that shame at the sanctuary and it would never seem to be over so long as they were traveling from one sanctuary to another. 

Rod pulled Izaya closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and rubbing him softly. He was still cautious, but the more Izaya leaned closer into him on his own volition, the more Rod felt... comfortable. “I’d love that. This RV needs more plants.” he said. "Every plant I’ve tried to keep has died. So maybe you could help me with your lovely powers. And I want you to be happy. I want to you to feel at home, mijo. So if you need anything or need to talk, prométeme que hablarás conmigo, okay?”

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dcnamoore:

        wait—don’t know when? but hadn’t he just—didn’t he…? dana inspected their cigarette, hoping in vain that it wasn’t laced with something they were unaware of. they were over here hearing things. luckily enough for them (and their psyche), rod was taking their flimsy attention span away with another question to think about. “honey, déjà vu ain’t no astrological phenomenon,” said dana, flashing a teasing grin. “however, there are some who believe in the link between reincarnation and the stars. it—they’re not dead, are they? your partner?” if so, dana had a looot of apologetic backtracking to do. 

a salmon hue flushed over rod’s cheeks when asked a little more about one of his past partners. whatever happened to them was... behind him, buried deep within his mind. but the more he thought about it - furrowed his brow - the more he remembered. how they had to go separate ways in a fork in the path and stopped receiving love letters. fond memories tarnished by carrier pigeons, of all things. “i’m not sure what became of them. they never went to the sanctuary. if they were around, i’m sure they’d be on this rv with us.” he said matter-of-factly, without intending it to be as gruesome as it was. he circled back to the previous conversation, not wanting to make this any awkward that it felt. “you know, now that i’m thinking about it, i do remember my mother telling me i was born in the night. that’s all i can offer you.”

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empcthx:

He gave a final chuckle, shaking his head. “Mm, no. I promise I’m not trying to hide a sordid affair with the resident malingerer,” Caden replied, amusement clear in his tone. The awkward embarrassment from the elder mutant was to be expected, but the empath still couldn’t help but curl into himself, perching his feet on the seat and making himself seem smaller. Rod’s question made him pause though, the coffee cup pausing and settling on his knees. How was he feeling? He’d been so focused on not letting everyone else’s emotions overwhelm him that he hadn’t exactly stopped to think about how he himself was feeling, ignoring it as best he could. “I think I’ve been trying to not feel,” he said honestly, letting out a sigh. “There’s enough emotions running rampant in this RV without my own freak out being added to the mix.” Caden shook his head with a small smile. “I’ll deal with it when we can stop and I can step away from everyone else for a bit. I doubt anyone wants to get an added dose of whatever it is I’ve been ignoring,” the empath decided, then turned to face Rod with a concerned expression of his own. “And you? How are you holding up considering everything?”

Rod had a feeling that the last drop of humor ahead of them would be Caden’s nickname for Green, and so he let out a forced, hearty laugh... that died down to a limp chuckle. “I’m going to have to use that,” he said. At least he could say he was easily entertained, but the truth was that Rod had... focused more intently on Caden’s words, the emotions between them. He wasn’t an empath - far from it - but from the way he let out a sigh... oh, how it made him nod in sympathy. Rod offered his free hand, rubbing the back of Caden’s left hand. “If you need me to keep the malingerer distracted, let me know, okay?” The words left his mouth confidently, but as he pondered on his words... there was really nothing Rod could do to stop Green. Instead of dwelling on his words, he turned to face the other, if only briefly. “But Caden. I just want to let you know that you can always process around me, okay?” As for his own emotions, it was complicated. Messy. As was to be expected in the aftermath of the sanctuary. Rod still hadn’t processed it - and, to be honest, it felt like he was running, driving away. “You know me. Coping by fusion,” he said, attempting to be humorous. But the words fell flat, and he heaved deeply. “Been focusing on all of you. To distract from my own, you know...” The words were unsaid, but the silence that followed filled the gaps. Uncertainty. Anger. Fear. Trauma.

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Friends? No. | Izaya

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3d3nsr0s3:

zaya could feel the tension in Rod, but he was even more aware of the way that the man stood very still, as if Izaya was a frightened animal ready to attack. He did not like that. He wasn’t able to predict what Rod would do next if he didn’t move or yell. It terrified him. There was nowhere to run if the man decided to suddenly react to the blatant disrespect that Izaya was showing him, and he wasn’t sure if any of the remaining mutants in the RV would save him from punishment. So he became as small and as unthreatening as possible.

Izaya took a very similar shaky deep breath as Rod and relaxed just a bit. He perked up when the man mentioned getting a pot of flowers for the RV, he’d end up adopting the plant as his little safe space but didn’t tell Rod in fear that it would be his. He didn’t want to overstep his boundaries. So he nodded along as the man told his story, although short it revealed a lot about him. For a moment he wanted to reach out a metaphorical hand and bridge the gap or create a truce but he shied away and instead gave an emotionless, “Right,” when Rod mentioned the new sanctuary in California.

A heavy silence hung over the two for a long while and it seemed as though Izaya was done speaking with the ‘leader’. But he spoke again, very quietly. “Morning glories stand for love, affection, and mortality.” Another silence. “Tell me about your partner, please. Tell me about when it was all happy.”

This was tame compared his experiences at the Sanctuary where long, tiring days were dealing with mutants distasteful of his presence or outright hostile. None of them held a candle to Green -- those were dark, dark days that Rod had escaped from, and so he found Izaya to be a humbling reminder of the days when he first discovered his own powers. The circumstances were different, though. Like it or not at the sanctuary, the mutants could avoid him. But, for the foreseeable future, they were going to spend a lot of time together, and Rod tread carefully, both in his presence and with his words.

For a moment, he considered himself victorious. How could he not: the very mention of morning glories made him glow like moonlight, filled him with a sense of content and satisfaction in the world. And that all shattered when Izaya asked him about his partner. When it was happy. The truth was... it wasn’t happy. Nothing had ever come of the sanctuary, despite all the promises gifted to him -- no closure, no healing, nothing. Not even security, with the way it was destroyed in an instant. But Rod believed.

Back on his partner: Rod wasn’t sure if it was right to be candid about what had happened to them, especially with someone as timid and impressionable as Izaya. He’d never really disclosed to anyone about any of his partners. He swallowed thickly, knitting his brows together as he nodded and inhaled deeply. His heart beating, he sat next to Izaya, wrapping his arms around his legs. “We were in love. I met her out of circumstance, in a camp for mutant refugees. I’d arrived there not knowing a single soul, fresh off a break-up with my ex-boyfriend. And we instantly connected. We were born in the same town, knew the same people, hablábamos every night until dawn. She had the most amazing powers. Wondrous. And I was certain we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. Every day for the next few months -- maybe it was a year, I’m not sure -- we were together. Us against the world. Scared. But we had each other. And that day we went out to the park, we weren’t sure if we would be safe. We just wanted some peace and quiet, to see what the park would be like without anybody there. We were fused, looking up at the morning sunrise surrounded by morning glories, when we heard the news. And we laid there, happy and content and safe. She told me that she was pregnant. And I remember, for once, I knew what it was like to have a family. We were all in one body, all knowing what happiness felt like.” But, as Izaya said, that was when it was happy. Things toady... were different. But maybe that was okay. He knew what having a family felt like. This band of mutants would never replace that feeling, but the feeling they produced -- it felt just as much like family. Still, it didn’t replace the inextricable urge to cry. He blinked the water in his eyes away, inhaling deeply, wondering what his life would be like if he and his last partner had still been together.

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empcthx:

Nights were so much easier to stay concentrated. Emotions were duller, more abstract. Less bright flashes and spikes and crashes, more dull waves and ebbing pulls as everyone calmed. The stillness in both the silence and in emotion was welcome, especially after all the events that had occurred, and the resulting responses of everyone on the RV. Caden was more than happy to accept pulling an all-nighter with Rod, and the coffee was a rather enticing incentive as well. As he sipped the prized drink he could feel the… unsettledness? No, that wasn’t quite the right word. An unidentifiable emotion, one that more than concerned the empath coming from Rod. He tilted his head at the question, about to offer reassurance. But before he could ask if all was well, he choked on his drink and shook his head, clearing his throat and waving his hand as if he could just shove away the misunderstanding. “We’re not- no, Green and I aren’t dating. Green’s insane,” Caden finally managed to say, a final cough and a small chuckle punctuating the end of the declaration. “No need to clear out or anything like that, thanks.” A quick glance to the back told him that he’d managed to keep his incredulity quiet enough that no one had woken up. He let out a resigned sigh as he returned his eyes back to the road. “It’s been an odd few days,” he murmured.

Oh. Oh. Rod could have sworn they were in a relationship. Everything pointed to it, like a big ol’ pointer in the sky. The way Green always gifted him with soft kisses and physical intimacy. How Caden managed to get him to open up, get on a deeper level. There was their band, the impetus for the whole road trip. And the way they always slept in the same bed -- here Rod was beginning to think that he’d been intruding, having always been fused to Green. The more Rod began to think about it, the less he concentrated on the road, confused about what their relationship was. “Are you sure?” he asked with a nervous half-chuckle in his voice. “This isn’t you trying to fool your old man.” And good God, Rod was flushed a deep salmon. He tried to look Caden in the eye, but he couldn’t. Not after disclosing that he found them to be awfully cute together. “To be fair,” he forced out awkwardly. “When I’m fused to him I could always feel something. But then again, even when I’m fused to Green I still don’t understand him any more.” That went that justification. He should have just kept quiet, not said a word or a peep. Instead, he zippered up and focused on the how the night met the winding road. That was until Caden let out his quiet murmur. “Tell me what’s on your mind. How do you feel and everything?”

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dcnamoore:

      ooooh, so calm and collected rod had skeletons in his closet. those were the most fun individuals to get to know, dana found. layers upon layers of secrets, like a big old wedding cake waiting to be cut into. dana, for one, was excited to see what flavor it was. “oh, well, it’s so easy,” they told him, pulling their feet up onto the couch and sitting on their ankles. “all you need to do is tell me when you were born. if you wanna find out your moon sign, you could give me the year and time, too. i promise i won’t use it to steal your credit card.” mostly.

"july 13th, 1977.” it was the one day his comrades would never let him live down. under the veil of the night, they’d snuck past la frontera -- caught, he remembered. one fusion and a standoff later, they’d made it out by the hair on their backs. he remembered seeing dawn, collapsing from fusion with the leader and kissing the earth. it also happened to be his birthday. “unfortunately, i don’t know when i was born.” that information, more or less, had been destroyed. until now, Rod hadn’t a care in the world about when he was born, but his heart panged. it was an isolating reminder that he couldn’t fully connect to the youth. to Dana. not with parts of him missing. he rubbed his chin, nodding. there was one thing that made him feel connected, however. “can i say something?” this throat was throbbing, stomach hollow. “you kind of remind me of one of my past partners. is there an astral connection there? is that how this works?”

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empcthx.

It was the first night since they departed that Rod hadn’t been fused to Green -- the asshole had promised to stay up with him, but he KOed early after a long day of city exploring and... doing whatever Green did. An hour past 2am and Rod’s hands were quivering along the  grip of the wheel, fidgeting on the rips along the leather covering. He could hardly concentrate on the dark concrete of the road, eyes wanting to flicker away to their bedroom and check up on him. He needed intimacy. Instead, he turned to Caden, asking him to sit shotgun and offering his quarter cup of coffee on a quick rest-stop. The comfort of the night sat between them, the night-sky hypnotic and drawling on him. “Thanks for keeping me company,” he said softly, keeping his voice low as to not wake the other passengers. But he needed to stay awake. “Can I tell you something?” His eyes were glued to the markers along the road but, as the RV pulled up to a stop sign, Rod inhaled deeply. He thought about just unshackling his feelings and his deep thoughts, but now didn’t feel right to do so, as late as it was. Instead, he shook his head and forced out a chuckle -- something, anything but his discomfort. He turned to something Green had told him earlier. “You know, I’ve been meaning to tell you, Caden. You and Green are a cute couple. I’ve been rooting for you two since day one. And I know that situations have changed and all. So if you want a night in the bedroom with him with, you know, me not there. Let me know, okay?” He offered a warm smile, wanting to ruffle the other’s hair, wanting to offer some advice. Instead, he sat comfortably between them with a honey-warm feeling, gushy about how adorable they were together.

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dcnamoore:

      “depends on who you ask.” now, dana wasn’t one to seriously believe that their birthdate had any effect whatsoever on their personality; it was all in good fun, judging people by their zodiac signs. if they had to guess, they might say that rod was a virgo. or—gasps—a capricorn. dana leaned back in their seat and propped their legs up on the nearest flat surface. “lucky me,” they drawled. “i haven’t been since i was sixteen, but i suppose all roads do lead to home. what about you, mister rod? are you from around here?”

rod sat upright, almost too stiffly, at their question. a part of him wished he could be proud of his past, look back on it a little more fondly. but he was always running away from all of it -- not any part of it could be salvaged. and so, at the question, he merely heaved, keeping a collected expression. “you can just call me Rod,” he offered gently. he was almost tempted to ask for a smoke. “no,” he spoke in hushed tones. “i’m not -- it’s a long story. but if what you’re saying is in true, i’m in trouble then, aren’t i?” a little self-deprecating humor never hurt, but he nodded as another deep sigh escaped his chest. “so, what do you need to find out someone’s zodiac sign?”

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luck-of-the-valerie:

Gas stations were a wonderful thing, despite how incredibly disgusting they were. Perhaps it was the long hours in a small space that drove Valerie to appreciate any space she could get, or the sense of normalcy she got every time she saw the bored clerk help them buy corn nuts and lottery tickets before shooing them out of the store. Not to mention that her odds of winning said lotto tickets seemed to increase whenever they stopped at one of these places.

After winning a much needed ticket of two hundred dollars, she deposited the money in the RV. Unsure of what to do now that she did her part, Valerie realized that she should take advantage of the bathrooms at the station while she could. She already knew that there was a women’s bathroom inside of the store, but as she started toward the entrance, she caught sight of Rod standing in line for the gender neutral bathroom in the back. More so to keep him company than a need to use that particular bathroom, she walked toward him. “Yeah I noticed. I think I’m good on gas station hot dogs though. Something tells me that they wouldn’t be very agreeable to me,” she told him with a little smile.

There was something about Valerie’s words that made a laugh escape from Rod’s lips. Nothing particularly funny or striking, but given his situation it came unexpectedly. Not exactly what he wanted, considering how direly he needed to pee, but her company much appreciated. Finally, he folded into himself, antsy by the pressure on his bladder. “They definitely don’t sounds great, but I could use a coffee later,” he choked out, inhaling deeply. “Do you think it’d be wrong of me to knock? They’ve been in there for, say, twenty minutes or something.” Rod could always count on Valerie’s optimism to keep him going -- there was something about her presence that just made him lighten up, no matter the situation. Even now, he couldn’t help but make light of the situation. The bathroom, the world, the sanctuary. At least in the present, he had a smile.

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phantasmcl:

Being at the gas station felt surreal. The everydayness, the normalcy of it all left an odd taste in his mouth. Inside the store, bodies milled around, looking at the snacks and chatting about their families. Others bought cigarettes, asking the cashier how their day had been. Despite Caleb’s world being in a perpetual state of limbo, evidently the rest of the planet had kept spinning. On the RV, at least he could pretend everybody felt the same as he did. But outside, in the “real world,” the overwhelming sense of being different returned with a vengeance. It was too much. Walking outdoors, the bell chiming to mark his departure, he took in a large gulp of air and attempted to collect himself. 

Hands in pockets, Caleb idly wondered what it would be like when they got the their next destination. Others may have been interested in exploring the city, but it didn’t hold much excitement for him. The thought of trying to act normal, or even happy, while at some sleazy restaurant made him feel sick. So, instead, he wandered around the perimeter of the gas station with no real purpose, avoiding any bodies that came in his direction. When his eyes came across another passenger from the RV, he clumsily put his hand up to wave, instantly feeling stupid for doing so. Taking several moments to process what the other man said, he nodded slowly, slightly confused. “I, uh, did. That’s a good deal, I think.” He kicked at the ground, eyes traveling downwards before snapping back up. “So…how’re you?” It was the only thing he could think to ask, fearing the possibility of an awkward silence developing. 

The wave of hands finally made him feel human, and a faint yet bright smile made his lips turn upward at Caleb. Rod had felt so isolated his entire life that being in the gas station surfaced that once familiar discomfort he’d held his entire life. It never really went away -- not with the sanctuary’s destruction ghosting the back of his head. But there was something about even a familiar face from the same community that... healed him. Rod offered a clumsy wave in return, coughing out a smile despite his predicament. He didn’t reply right away, not when the bathroom door handle budged in false alarm, but his shoulders relaxed as he stood near the other. “I’m alright,” he said, feeling completely untrue to his words. At least it distracted him from having to use the bathroom. “I’ll be taking the night shift tonight, so just trying to ready myself. You want to join me at shotgun later?” Maybe then he could force his thoughts from his mind. Instead, Rod did what he did best: deflect. “And you? Everything okay with you?”

[3d3nsr0s3-blog]

Friends? No. | Izaya

[fusionsuna-blog]

3d3nsr0s3:

Izaya flinched when Rod spoke to him, although it was calm and not at all frightening. He refused to turn his gaze towards the man and instead kept his wide eyes staring at the RV’s blank wall. A heavy silence fell over the two as Izaya tried to will himself to speak, but he wasn’t sure how to tackle the situation. He never did well with older…’father figures’, they were the most difficult to understand and the easiest to disappoint. There was just no use getting close to someone who would dispose of him in the end.  So, Izaya quickly stood to his feet, wobbling in place as pins and needles shot up his legs.         “I am fine.” He spat, but immediately winced realizing that his tone definitely came off too harsh. Though the guilt didn’t stop him from marching off to find someplace to hide, but, in a crowded RV there were little to no spaces to bury oneself in. So, when Izaya came face to face with a wall he simply turned around and stared at Rod, a mix of curiosity, fear, and apprehension filling his gaze. As much as Izaya wanted to get to know the ‘leader’ he couldn’t get over the daunting obstacle of fear. 

Rod was still. Not even for a second did he consider scratching the itch on his sides and, though it was difficult, he held back a deep breath. Instead, he nodded. Of all the mutants onboard, Izaya reminded Rod of his youth. Back then, Rod was a quiet fellow, awkwardly lingering in the background without mustering much of a smile. They were days spent silent, in fear of the world, not knowing what would happen next -- and once he discovered fusion? He’d only lost himself from there. Izaya was someone whom Rod looked at and feared he’d turn out exactly like he did: bitter, jaded, tired. He wanted to wrap the other in his arms and embrace him warmly, tell him it would all be okay. Instead, he watched wordlessly.

When the other finally faced him, Rod could feel his heart pulsating in his chest. “I’ve been thinking about getting a pot of morning glories for the RV.” He swallowed thickly, finally caving in and heaving a long-suppressed deep breath. “When news came around that they were building a sanctuary, I remember being fused with my partner at the time. We were laying down on a patch of grass in a park. Surrounded by morning glories. And for once everything felt alright.” He mustered up a weak yet warm smile. “I have the same feeling going to California. Even if I’m terrified again. But I know everything will be okay.”

[3d3nsr0s3-blog]

Friends? No. | Izaya

[fusionsuna-blog]

3d3nsr0s3:

Izaya watched as the bulk of strangers filed off the RV as they arrived at a shitty looking rest stop. He refused to rise from the couch although his legs ached and his stomach begged for something other than stale gummy worms. He just let his gaze follow the others as they easily grouped up to explore their surroundings; for a moment he envied their undying trust for people they had met just recently, but he just shook his head and decided that his actions were caused by some inability he had. It was easier that way.

Grabbing a rather dirty pillow he found on the couch he squeezed it to his chest and curled into a small ball. Izaya enjoyed the somewhat silence the RV now held, he could finally hear himself think, although he didn’t have anything new to think about. Just, how long it would take to get to California. And perhaps if California was a proper place to create a garden? And maybe what would happen if he got squished in the RV, would anyone save him? Or, what would happen during a fire?!

He let out a long-troubled sigh but turned his head away when someone approached.

A moment alone. A deep breath escaped his chest, long overdue from three days of high strung tensions in his limbs and having to be the adult. Rod wasn’t the type to cry, per say, but the precarity of the past few days had him uneasy, to say the least. As much as he wanted to medicate himself by going out fused with Green, there was something empowering about being separated, simmering in the messiness of his emotions. Rod wanted to groan into a pillow, let it out into the world. Just as he found the silence comforting enough, he ran into -- “Mr. Pryce? You don’t want to enjoy the last the city?” He kept his distance, reading his body language. Oh, how his shrunken posture made Rod want to... slouch. Sit right next to him and pat him on the head. Instead, he kept back, still unsure of how to navigate all of these new relationships. “Everything alright?”

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dcnamoore:

        dana quirked a brow. were their ears deceiving them, or did they detect a bit of snark in that reply? they decided in that instant that they liked this rod and his sarcastic ways, even if he did look like a blue bowl in a cabinet full of red dinnerware sticks. “wow. he does it all,” dana teased, smoke flowing from their lips as they spoke. “my name’s dana. i’m twenty-one, i love to dance and go barhopping when i’ve got the funds to, i was born and raised in michigan, and my zodiac sign is–” they took their cigarette and waved it in rod’s direction like a fairy waving its magic wand. “–gemini. with a cancer moon.”

the cigarette was like a glow stick. captivating, alluring... tantalizing, even. Rod swallowed thickly as he nodded almost absently. he’d heard vaguely of zodiac signs -- all the kids seemed to be into it. but here he was, static, unchanged. “a cancer moon? that’s a good thing, right?” he forced out a nervous chuckle, feeling somewhat self-conscious about his age, something he never usually felt. but there was a much more deep-seated comfort than that, something he couldn’t quite pinpoint. instead, he put on a neutral look for them. “lucky for you. michigan’s our next destination.”

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dcnamoore:

      dana knew they must have looked quite the sight, right now. dressed in a fluffy (yet hideously scruffed up) robe with a mask on their face and a cigarette between their fingertips, they pampered themselves in the least pamper-worthy vehicle known to existence. lord knew, they’d need it for the journey ahead. “so,” said dana, taking a drag, “tell me about yourself. your name, your hobbies, your social security number and credentials. talk to dana about it.”

long had it been since Rod smoked a cigarette. he’d given them up since coming to the Sanctuary but, now that it was gone, his urges were settling back in -- both new and old. he’d more or less replaced all of them with fusion, but the familiar smell of tobacco made him inhale deeply. “glad you’re getting comfortable. it’s a long ride ahead with some of these ones onboard,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “name’s Rod. that’s all i have for you.” the reply ended awkwardly. less terse and more... unable to produce words. he really didn’t know himself. “I like to, uh, drive. how about you?”

[fusionsuna-blog]

There were about five things wrong with this gas station. First off, the gender neutral bathroom was mysteriously located outside of the convenience store and required a dinky ol’ rustic key, unlike the two gendered restrooms located inside next to a sit-down theater, of all things. After eyeing a line of shifty-eyed, scraggly dudes who clearly looked anti-mutant, what with their gruff cheekbones and guarded expressions, Rod decided he’d rather wait for outdoor bathroom. There were only two people -- this would be quick. God, was he wrong. Very, very wrong. It’d been thirty minutes and nothing had budged. Not only was he sure the first person who walked out had done her laundry in there, with the way she’d dropped a sock and something else, but now some average white dude -- 5′7″ ye high with some Greek letters on his tank -- was occupying it and... doing business. Other business.

Sure, the RV’s bathroom was likely open. But he’d bolted out the moment the RV parked to get gas just to use the bathroom, and the thought of going back inside to use the toilet made his anxiety flare. Instead, he sifted uneasily before the gender neutral bathroom. When he spotted someone from the RV, he bit his lip, trying to remain calm. “Did you see. They’re selling hotdogs. Buy one and get a free large... lemonade.” Not what he should have led into. He bit his lower lip, inhaling deeply.

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cittamemes

[ Bold which is most applicable to your muse between the two options! ]

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RODRIGO OSUNA (Cismale, he/him), a 41 year-old mutant with POWER ENHANCEMENT/FUSION and looks like OSCAR ISAAC, has joined the Mutant RV en route to California. Considering they are PATIENT and JADED, I wonder how they will fare. Either way, good to know that they will help with DRIVING/NAVIGATION as HEAD OF OPERATIONS.

What’s up! I’m Patrick and here is Rod, the RV dad with way too much anxiety. Rowlet and I are currently running around like headless chickens so I hope you’ll apologize for our hot-messing. But let’s get to it -- here’s my man Rodrigo! Feel free to like this and I will message you at some point (once all the action settles, heh / yes, I still need to make a connections page).

First off, call him Rod or Dad. Or, really, whatever you want. Mr. Osuna feels too distant for this tight-knit community, and Rodrigo is far too formal. But whatever you choose, Rod’s not going to protest.

Your tired RV dad who calls everyone his kid because he never had any of his own (it’s his dream to be a dad, but now he’s your surrogate dad). You’ll either see Rod behind the wheel or next to the Keurig drawling on the taste of instant black coffee, trying to catch his breath – otherwise, you can assume he’s fused to Green (more on that later). While he doesn’t smile much because life, he’ll definitely return a warm one to anyone who smiles at him. Everyone in the RV is his family, and he’s going to check in with you when he’s not busy.

Rod’s powers are Power Enhancement and Fusion. You can learn more about it here. This is to say – if your character struggles with controlling their powers or needs help training, Rod is always down to help and offer his help.

(TRAUMA, VIOLENCE MENTION TW) For most of his life, having seen a lot of war and violence, Rod feels like an object. Being passed around from place to place, he finally ended up at the mutant sanctuary knowing it would be too good to be true. He was one of the oldest members of the community and, jaded as he was, always accepted people into the sanctuary with open arms and assurance that things would be okay. Even if he never believed it himself. So when the sanctuary was destroyed – suffice to say, Rod was distraught. Everything he knew in his life, perfectly wrapped up and seemingly protected, was gone.

Rod has had a lot of conflicting opinions on his own power, mostly because it’s changed so much over the years. Way back when, before there was ever a sanctuary, his powers were necessary for survival – those were the days were fusion made life or death by letting his comrades go berserk with their powers. But it always made Rod just a transient object whose designated purpose was to enhance others. Countless friendships and relationships were destroyed not only by the war, but his comrades’ thirst for power. Some fusions lasted only a week while others went on for months on end, but they all had one thing in common: they left him with intense separation anxiety.

After the sanctuary was established, Rod began using fusion as a way of medicating himself from separation anxiety. It’s not ideal and he knows that he shouldn’t recuperate himself through fusion, but it’s immediate and doesn’t leave him squandering around in his anxiety. The only other person who really understands why he needs fusion so much is Green, who was once his mortal enemy, and so if Rod isn’t around the RV then he’s usually fused to Green.

Rod is the RV’s Head of Operations, which means he oversees everyone and tries to make sure that they don’t die. 10% because of the government and whoever is on their ass… and 90% because Green can’t drive or run a community to save his life.