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Intro post <33
I'm 100% human! Yep! All human! 👍🏾 💃 👎🏾 🐛 I use they/them pronouns. Oh and I'm Catholic! Uhh ask me questions please!
— 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣 .
[ open rp ! ]
!! TW: Gun injury, slight description of death
Odhran was simply trying to get their dog to eat the medicine the Vet prescribed however when their emotions spiked with someone else's they tried looking around. But before a word could be spoken or a feeling of their own be felt, Oriel started barking at the blue figure. "Ori! Go eat!" But the dog doesn't recognize that command and charges for the man. "Heel!" They command. They didn't even realize their antennas were out, shining. How else were they able to see without the lights on? The dog listens, sitting next to the alien with a whine. So much for not demonizing rottweilers. They approach bullseye without Oriel in result of a 'stay' "Sir would you like some help" Odhran tries to press further for more insight on the mans emotional state.
"Shit!" Dex yelled, stumbling backward to the broken window. He toppled over his own feet and fell back first onto the ground, a pained grunt leaving his bloodied mouth.
Dex stared at the ceiling for a second, then jumped right back up, ignoring all the throbbing throughout his worn body. Especially the aching coming from his back. His damned spine. He glanced between the dog that now sat obediently next to Odhran, eyes wide with caution.
He instinctively rolled out his shoulders, trying to appear more intimidating when Odhran walked up to him. Dex rose a brow at the shining antennas protruding from this strangers head. His curiosity was short-lived, however. His eyes fluttered, his body fighting to stay upright and awake. He was losing much more blood than anticipated.
Dex barely registered Odhran's words and let out a mirthless laugh. "Looks like I need some help, don't I? Do you have an aid kit?"
"Oh yes! I do!" They rush to the bathroom to get the supplies. On the way back they turn on the light for the man. "How did this happen?" What do humans get up to?
Dex didn't thank them. He quietly took the first aid kit and limped over to the dining table chair, pulling it out a bit before falling back into it with a grunt. Dex removed his mask to breathe better.
He shrugged. "AVTF."
He opened up the aid kit after taking off his gloves. He rummaged around the box for the gauze and antiseptic wipes. Ideally, Dex would've at least knocked the stranger unconscious, but he wasn't thinking right. His brain fired in all sorts of directions, and adrenaline was still high.
"Oh i hate those weirdos. Always so mean." They grunt "Would you like some help? My brother taught me a lot."
Dex rose an eyebrow at Odhran's comment, a ghost of a small smile on his lips. Those officers were weirdos. Deplorable in the worst kind; fun to kill.
"I think I've got it, stranger."
Dex did not, in fact, have it. He dropped the roll of gauze, his hands shaking. He clenched his jaw and blinked over at Odhran.
"Actually, I'll take you up on that offer."
"Okay!" They shine.
They grab the gauze, rapping it over the injury. "Did you intend on coming into my place?"
Dex shook his head. "Jus' picked a place and crashed."
He turned his head over his shoulder to look at the broken window, his voice flat.
"I'll leave after this."
"Are you sure that's safe? You can stay."
"I'm sure. Don't worry about me, stranger."
Dex checked the gauze wrapped tight around his stomach, then rose from the chair to loosen up his shoulders. He ignored the shooting pain in his stomach and the blood blossoming onto the fresh gauze. He marched over to the window and peered out, swinging one leg out before waving at Odhran.
"Thanks. You have yourself a nice night."
Dex could care less if this person had a good night or not. He's betting on the fact that he's actually ruined their night with all the bloodstains.
"Are you sure? Its clear you're still in pain..." He whimpers
— 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣 .
[ open rp ! ]
!! TW: Gun injury, slight description of death
Odhran was simply trying to get their dog to eat the medicine the Vet prescribed however when their emotions spiked with someone else's they tried looking around. But before a word could be spoken or a feeling of their own be felt, Oriel started barking at the blue figure. "Ori! Go eat!" But the dog doesn't recognize that command and charges for the man. "Heel!" They command. They didn't even realize their antennas were out, shining. How else were they able to see without the lights on? The dog listens, sitting next to the alien with a whine. So much for not demonizing rottweilers. They approach bullseye without Oriel in result of a 'stay' "Sir would you like some help" Odhran tries to press further for more insight on the mans emotional state.
"Shit!" Dex yelled, stumbling backward to the broken window. He toppled over his own feet and fell back first onto the ground, a pained grunt leaving his bloodied mouth.
Dex stared at the ceiling for a second, then jumped right back up, ignoring all the throbbing throughout his worn body. Especially the aching coming from his back. His damned spine. He glanced between the dog that now sat obediently next to Odhran, eyes wide with caution.
He instinctively rolled out his shoulders, trying to appear more intimidating when Odhran walked up to him. Dex rose a brow at the shining antennas protruding from this strangers head. His curiosity was short-lived, however. His eyes fluttered, his body fighting to stay upright and awake. He was losing much more blood than anticipated.
Dex barely registered Odhran's words and let out a mirthless laugh. "Looks like I need some help, don't I? Do you have an aid kit?"
"Oh yes! I do!" They rush to the bathroom to get the supplies. On the way back they turn on the light for the man. "How did this happen?" What do humans get up to?
Dex didn't thank them. He quietly took the first aid kit and limped over to the dining table chair, pulling it out a bit before falling back into it with a grunt. Dex removed his mask to breathe better.
He shrugged. "AVTF."
He opened up the aid kit after taking off his gloves. He rummaged around the box for the gauze and antiseptic wipes. Ideally, Dex would've at least knocked the stranger unconscious, but he wasn't thinking right. His brain fired in all sorts of directions, and adrenaline was still high.
"Oh i hate those weirdos. Always so mean." They grunt "Would you like some help? My brother taught me a lot."
Dex rose an eyebrow at Odhran's comment, a ghost of a small smile on his lips. Those officers were weirdos. Deplorable in the worst kind; fun to kill.
"I think I've got it, stranger."
Dex did not, in fact, have it. He dropped the roll of gauze, his hands shaking. He clenched his jaw and blinked over at Odhran.
"Actually, I'll take you up on that offer."
"Okay!" They shine.
They grab the gauze, rapping it over the injury. "Did you intend on coming into my place?"
Dex shook his head. "Jus' picked a place and crashed."
He turned his head over his shoulder to look at the broken window, his voice flat.
"I'll leave after this."
"Are you sure that's safe? You can stay."
— 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣 .
[ open rp ! ]
!! TW: Gun injury, slight description of death
Odhran was simply trying to get their dog to eat the medicine the Vet prescribed however when their emotions spiked with someone else's they tried looking around. But before a word could be spoken or a feeling of their own be felt, Oriel started barking at the blue figure. "Ori! Go eat!" But the dog doesn't recognize that command and charges for the man. "Heel!" They command. They didn't even realize their antennas were out, shining. How else were they able to see without the lights on? The dog listens, sitting next to the alien with a whine. So much for not demonizing rottweilers. They approach bullseye without Oriel in result of a 'stay' "Sir would you like some help" Odhran tries to press further for more insight on the mans emotional state.
"Shit!" Dex yelled, stumbling backward to the broken window. He toppled over his own feet and fell back first onto the ground, a pained grunt leaving his bloodied mouth.
Dex stared at the ceiling for a second, then jumped right back up, ignoring all the throbbing throughout his worn body. Especially the aching coming from his back. His damned spine. He glanced between the dog that now sat obediently next to Odhran, eyes wide with caution.
He instinctively rolled out his shoulders, trying to appear more intimidating when Odhran walked up to him. Dex rose a brow at the shining antennas protruding from this strangers head. His curiosity was short-lived, however. His eyes fluttered, his body fighting to stay upright and awake. He was losing much more blood than anticipated.
Dex barely registered Odhran's words and let out a mirthless laugh. "Looks like I need some help, don't I? Do you have an aid kit?"
"Oh yes! I do!" They rush to the bathroom to get the supplies. On the way back they turn on the light for the man. "How did this happen?" What do humans get up to?
Dex didn't thank them. He quietly took the first aid kit and limped over to the dining table chair, pulling it out a bit before falling back into it with a grunt. Dex removed his mask to breathe better.
He shrugged. "AVTF."
He opened up the aid kit after taking off his gloves. He rummaged around the box for the gauze and antiseptic wipes. Ideally, Dex would've at least knocked the stranger unconscious, but he wasn't thinking right. His brain fired in all sorts of directions, and adrenaline was still high.
"Oh i hate those weirdos. Always so mean." They grunt "Would you like some help? My brother taught me a lot."
Dex rose an eyebrow at Odhran's comment, a ghost of a small smile on his lips. Those officers were weirdos. Deplorable in the worst kind; fun to kill.
"I think I've got it, stranger."
Dex did not, in fact, have it. He dropped the roll of gauze, his hands shaking. He clenched his jaw and blinked over at Odhran.
"Actually, I'll take you up on that offer."
"Okay!" They shine.
They grab the gauze, rapping it over the injury. "Did you intend on coming into my place?"
— 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣 .
[ open rp ! ]
!! TW: Gun injury, slight description of death
Odhran was simply trying to get their dog to eat the medicine the Vet prescribed however when their emotions spiked with someone else's they tried looking around. But before a word could be spoken or a feeling of their own be felt, Oriel started barking at the blue figure. "Ori! Go eat!" But the dog doesn't recognize that command and charges for the man. "Heel!" They command. They didn't even realize their antennas were out, shining. How else were they able to see without the lights on? The dog listens, sitting next to the alien with a whine. So much for not demonizing rottweilers. They approach bullseye without Oriel in result of a 'stay' "Sir would you like some help" Odhran tries to press further for more insight on the mans emotional state.
"Shit!" Dex yelled, stumbling backward to the broken window. He toppled over his own feet and fell back first onto the ground, a pained grunt leaving his bloodied mouth.
Dex stared at the ceiling for a second, then jumped right back up, ignoring all the throbbing throughout his worn body. Especially the aching coming from his back. His damned spine. He glanced between the dog that now sat obediently next to Odhran, eyes wide with caution.
He instinctively rolled out his shoulders, trying to appear more intimidating when Odhran walked up to him. Dex rose a brow at the shining antennas protruding from this strangers head. His curiosity was short-lived, however. His eyes fluttered, his body fighting to stay upright and awake. He was losing much more blood than anticipated.
Dex barely registered Odhran's words and let out a mirthless laugh. "Looks like I need some help, don't I? Do you have an aid kit?"
"Oh yes! I do!" They rush to the bathroom to get the supplies. On the way back they turn on the light for the man. "How did this happen?" What do humans get up to?
Dex didn't thank them. He quietly took the first aid kit and limped over to the dining table chair, pulling it out a bit before falling back into it with a grunt. Dex removed his mask to breathe better.
He shrugged. "AVTF."
He opened up the aid kit after taking off his gloves. He rummaged around the box for the gauze and antiseptic wipes. Ideally, Dex would've at least knocked the stranger unconscious, but he wasn't thinking right. His brain fired in all sorts of directions, and adrenaline was still high.
"Oh i hate those weirdos. Always so mean." They grunt "Would you like some help? My brother taught me a lot."
— 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣 .
[ open rp ! ]
!! TW: Gun injury, slight description of death
Odhran was simply trying to get their dog to eat the medicine the Vet prescribed however when their emotions spiked with someone else's they tried looking around. But before a word could be spoken or a feeling of their own be felt, Oriel started barking at the blue figure. "Ori! Go eat!" But the dog doesn't recognize that command and charges for the man. "Heel!" They command. They didn't even realize their antennas were out, shining. How else were they able to see without the lights on? The dog listens, sitting next to the alien with a whine. So much for not demonizing rottweilers. They approach bullseye without Oriel in result of a 'stay' "Sir would you like some help" Odhran tries to press further for more insight on the mans emotional state.
"Shit!" Dex yelled, stumbling backward to the broken window. He toppled over his own feet and fell back first onto the ground, a pained grunt leaving his bloodied mouth.
Dex stared at the ceiling for a second, then jumped right back up, ignoring all the throbbing throughout his worn body. Especially the aching coming from his back. His damned spine. He glanced between the dog that now sat obediently next to Odhran, eyes wide with caution.
He instinctively rolled out his shoulders, trying to appear more intimidating when Odhran walked up to him. Dex rose a brow at the shining antennas protruding from this strangers head. His curiosity was short-lived, however. His eyes fluttered, his body fighting to stay upright and awake. He was losing much more blood than anticipated.
Dex barely registered Odhran's words and let out a mirthless laugh. "Looks like I need some help, don't I? Do you have an aid kit?"
"Oh yes! I do!" They rush to the bathroom to get the supplies. On the way back they turn on the light for the man. "How did this happen?" What do humans get up to?
— 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣 .
[ open rp ! ]
!! TW: Gun injury, slight description of death
Odhran was simply trying to get their dog to eat the medicine the Vet prescribed however when their emotions spiked with someone else's they tried looking around. But before a word could be spoken or a feeling of their own be felt, Oriel started barking at the blue figure. "Ori! Go eat!" But the dog doesn't recognize that command and charges for the man. "Heel!" They command. They didn't even realize their antennas were out, shining. How else were they able to see without the lights on? The dog listens, sitting next to the alien with a whine. So much for not demonizing rottweilers. They approach bullseye without Oriel in result of a 'stay' "Sir would you like some help" Odhran tries to press further for more insight on the mans emotional state.
So quick thing across all of my rp stuff, I'm prob gonna slow and dry for the next week - 2 as i am getting school done so i can have a long ass summer. Asks will be answered along with dms just nothing else
I found myself on a party bus!
Open rp
It's been so long since they've been up there. Beyond earth. Where they didn't feel thousands of emotions constantly. They only felt two; Ego and Mantis. That's it. They had trouble connecting to the plants like Mantis, they were only good with living beings. Well, they're not good with humans. But they can feel and connect with them better. They truly regret not taking Peters offer of living in Oregon. They saw pictures of Brooklyn and thought it would be fun...Boy were they wrong. Mantis was the one who primarily taught them English, so they weren't that skilled. This results in them not making many...or any friends. They felt so alone even with all the emotions flooding their head.
They finally found a place where they couldn't feel any emotions, an abandoned factory in Floyed Bennet field right outside of Brooklyn. They were able to find a ladder leading to the slanted roof. It allowed them to connect with the galaxy and imagine what their sister was doing with the Guardians. And fortunately for them it was only a twenty-minute bike ride. And every once and awhile they took Oriel with. She'd start sprinting down the road, making him lose balance. Odhran hopped the fence and walked over to the staircase with the broken steps, jumping across. They crawl the ladder, pulling themselves up onto the roof. via a hatch. They close the trap door and crawl across the metal. They take off their baseball cap, their antennas springing up, just happy to be free. The ends glow a dull orange. The spots on their neck glimmer against the light. They set their head back against the curved surface, begging to find a glimpse of the Guardian's ship.
Raphael was not having a good day. He didn't want to front, didn't want control of the body at all. Today was supposed to be easy; just a normal day at the library from dawn to dusk, and a happy Sergios who knew they'd pass their exam. But no, God seemed to have other plans for him. To taunt him, maybe. He couldn't grasp why Sergios ever clung to a God that abandoned them for the wolves.
He stumbled around, knuckles bleeding and blood dripping down his nose. He'd felt entitled enough to beat up some guy cat-calling a teenager. Usually, he would've just cursed the guy out, but no. Raphael cursed at himself, inwardly, along with Sergios, who kept chastising him in headspace. Raphael had no sense of direction; no sense of time. He didn't know what day it was, nor could he tell anyone the hour. He only knew he stopped being in headspace and was now controlling the body.
He led them to a (what he thought to be) an empty warehouse, his teeth grinding together from a splitting headache and his ribs hurting with every inhale he took. Raphael knew he was actively making things worse, but walking around in public with clergy clothing isn't exactly the best thing to do. Not for Sergios, who was a potential candidate for obtaining priesthood. He'd beat himself up forever if he took that opportunity away from his brother.
"Fuckin' hell, I need air," He grumbled under his breath, finding a ladder to climb up once he got past the stairs. Raphael forced the body to move upward, grip the handles, and push up onto the roof. "Chrissakes.."
Raphael shot up as soon as he saw Odhran laying on the roof, his senses fighting each other, and his pain long-forgotten from a sharp dose of adrenaline.
Odhran yanks the cap, throwing it on. They don't even bother to look before they speak "I'm so sorry! I can-" they face Raphael, "Sergios? Are you okay?
They stand up, approaching the man as they try to gauge his emotions.
Raphael let out a laugh, the kind that carried a silent threat with it. Come closer, and I'll hurt you. He couldn't leave. It would leave a bad mark on Sergios. But it would also put them at risk of being found out. Shit. Raphael hissed in pain at his increasing headache and put his hand out.
"Don't come closer. Stay there." He recoiled at the aggression in his own voice and stuttered, trying to mask as Sergios. His southern accent stayed stubborn, though, a subtle hint that Raphael was not Sergios. "Me, fine? Yeah 'm fine. Fuckin' stupid ass headache, y'know?"
Raphael remembered he had blood on him. Was bleeding. He cursed under his breath and wiped at his nose, trying to appear more put together.
Rapahel smiled like he couldn't control his mouth, and placed his hands on his hips. "You comin' to mass next Sunday? We'd love t' see you there."
Odhran's feet stop immediately against the metal. Their body leans back then forward before they find their balance. "Right...Sorry!" "Yeah! This time I won't miss it...what time is mass again?" They fiddle with their hat as they ask, trying to cover their secret. Once its formed correctly they place their hands on their neck, covering the splatter of orange.
"Eight in the mornin', if 'm rememberin' right. Damn Father or whatever likes t' start bright 'n early." Rapahels disdain for the church was tenfold, his soft expression forced at best. Seriously, he had no clue how Sergios could love the church so much.
Raphael noticed Odhran's constant fidgeting, the subtle covering up of their neck. He ignored it, though, for he needed to get out of here as soon as possible. He looked around the rooftop, the blood on his nose and face drying up, and his battered knuckles had new bruises blooming.
"Oh...do you not like waking up early?" They step forward, already forgetting about the rule he set.
"Are you bleeding?" Their head leans towards their shoulder.
Raphael almost steps back but stops when he realizes it'll send him falling right down to the ground floor. He stood rigidly, unsure of whether he should keep trying (and likely failing) to mask as Sergios, or just run off. He had a different posture, a different way of setting his face. Rapahels brows were always knit together, his eyes always searching for danger.
"Wakin' up early jus' ain't my thing." Raphael forced himself to say, still trying to replicate Sergios' softer tone. His is gruff, hardened from years of yelling. He wiped some more blood off of his nose and scoffed. "Don't fret 'bout me. 'M jus' fine."
"Are you sure? I'd love to help!" They step once again. Their hand moves away from their neck, reaching a hand out like Raphael was a cat.
"You were so nice to me! I'd love to repay the favor."
Raphael sighed, accepting that he'd just have to deal with this. Let Odhran help if that would allow him to get out of this warehouse. And hopefully before Sergios would front. He walked up to Odhran, lifting his head up to see their face better.
"Was I? I can't remember," Raphael muttered, vaguely being able to recall seeing Odhran somewhere. Maybe the church? It had to be. Was it? Raphael frowned, frustrated. "I ain't ever seen you before. How d'you know Sergios—er, me, fuck."
Raphael pinched the bridge of his nose, praying to whatever he could that Odhran would not question the slip-up.
"You were!" They peer at his scars "Do you not remember me?"
Raphael shook his head, feeling suddenly guilty he couldn't remember Odhran. They seemed nice and trustworthy..at least for now. His frown deepened, and he uncomfortably pulled at his clerical collar, taking the cotton collar off to put into his pocket.
"No, I don't remember you," Raphael admitted, shuffling his feet. "Wish I did. You seem real kind."
Odhran pulls back "Oh..." Their mind yells at them before they're able to shut it out "That's okay!" But they dont believe it themselves.
"You're acting a bit different but I'm sure its because you've had a bad day."
Raphael doesn't react as Odhran pulls back and just stares in confusion. Were they close with Sergios? Did they know Sergios well? He wanted to ask so many questions, but questions meant telling them about his true identity. Sure, he was a person, but he was stuck sharing a body with Sergios.
He continued to stare off into what was the distance now, his fingers incessantly tapping against his thigh as he felt his vision blur.
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Sergios fronted after a minute or two, their posture slackening and their stressed expression softening into pure befuddlement. He could've sworn he was just inside the church.
He noticed Odhran and tilted his head like a cat, wondering what exactly transpired. "Odhran? Is that you?" Sergios looked around and ran a hand through his tousled hair. "Oh, jesus, how did we end up on a roof?"
"What? Sergios are you okay?" They raise their hand to touch his arm, but stops midway through.
"Yeah, I'm.." His voice trailed off as Sergios continued to look around the rooftop, slowly piecing together what happened when Raphael was fronting. They shamefully gazed down at their bloodied knuckles and wiped at the last of the dried blood on their nose.
Sergios saw Odhrans hand extending and flinched a little but didn't completely retract his arm, silently glad the man stopped midway. This was embarrassing. Sergios started laughing out of nervousness and immediately rummaged around their pockets for their clerical collar, feeling insecure.
"When did we get here? I was just inside the church praying..did my weekly confession.."
They put their hand back on their neck, trying yet not succeeding at looking unsuspicious. "I got here thirty minutes ago... you've only arrived a few minutes ago."
They
"Thirty minutes?!" Sergios cried out, trying to keep calm.
He had an exam he had to go to, and now he was bound to miss it. He checked his watch and put his head in his hands, distressed and utterly confused with how he could've ended up here. The time was all wrong. He was all wrong.
They had contact with Raphael in headspace, but it didn't always reveal everything. The amnesia had gotten way worse over the past few months. They could never truly figure out if it was just them or Raphael, too.
"This is bad," He mumbled, shaking out his hands. "This is bad."
"Whats bad?" They proceed to try to sense the mans intent, invading his emotions. "Sergio...sergios. You keep saying you're okay but I'm doubtful..."
Sergios is too panicked to even realize Odhran is using his powers on him. He looked around the rooftop again, wishing he had an answer as to why he kept 'waking up' in places he had no clue about. Why his bones ached every morning, and his knuckles were always bruised. They fiddled with their belt loop and swallowed the urge to sit down and cry.
"You're serious that I got here a few minutes ago? Please say no.."
"Yeah...Sergios sit down. The stars are calming." Odhran sits down themselves, waiting for the man.
They weren't entirely sure what they we're getting from Sergios other than confusion...or maybe thats what they're feeling. They just wanted to help the almost priest
Sergios breath wavered, his frown deepening as he blinked rapidly and wiped at their eyes. They felt hot with shame; guilt that they were panicking in front of a parishioner so immaturely. A little voice rang in his head, berating him continuously as if he were some inferior being. 'Mutants don't cry. Mutants don't have feelings. Crying is useless and embarrassing.' Of course, Sergios knew these words were wrong, but the insults stuck to his memory like honey drying on a stick.
"Right, yeah, maybe.." He whispered, sniffling. Sergios sat down on the ground and fidgeted with their hands which trembled with fear at the thought of being so openly vulnerable. "Oh, Christ." He laughed, drying his wet eyes. "What a mess. I'm such a mess, Odhran, I'm so sorry. I'm not often like this I swear."
They bit their lip after that, hoping the harmless lie wouldn't anger God.
"it's okay to be a mess...My sister taught me that. All emotions are healthy, Sergios." They smile at the future priest
"I'd love to help you in any way I can." They hold the smile, waiting for a reply
They dont know why, but other people's emotions have always calmed them down. It allowed Odhran to forget about their own and focus on being a care taker.
Sergios listened silently, still fidgeting with himself as if his body was uncomfortable to inhabit. He appreciated Odhran's nice words, and they flashed a smile, albeit brief.
"Your sister sounds really empathetic," they hummed. "I'm sure she was a wonderful teacher."
Sergios tuned out Odhran's next words halfway, trying to focus on the tinny voice in his head. It certainly didn't sound like Raphael. They shook their head after a bit and stammered, shifting side to side awkwardly.
"Well, um, there's not really much you can do. I mean. There is but—well.." They sighed. "Forget it. It's too complicated to explain. I'd rather not, anyway."
"She was... I hope she still is." They look back up, still hoping for a spaceship to come crashing down
"No! Tell me! Please." They turn onto their stomach before pushing themselves up.
Open rp
It's been so long since they've been up there. Beyond earth. Where they didn't feel thousands of emotions constantly. They only felt two; Ego and Mantis. That's it. They had trouble connecting to the plants like Mantis, they were only good with living beings. Well, they're not good with humans. But they can feel and connect with them better. They truly regret not taking Peters offer of living in Oregon. They saw pictures of Brooklyn and thought it would be fun...Boy were they wrong. Mantis was the one who primarily taught them English, so they weren't that skilled. This results in them not making many...or any friends. They felt so alone even with all the emotions flooding their head.
They finally found a place where they couldn't feel any emotions, an abandoned factory in Floyed Bennet field right outside of Brooklyn. They were able to find a ladder leading to the slanted roof. It allowed them to connect with the galaxy and imagine what their sister was doing with the Guardians. And fortunately for them it was only a twenty-minute bike ride. And every once and awhile they took Oriel with. She'd start sprinting down the road, making him lose balance. Odhran hopped the fence and walked over to the staircase with the broken steps, jumping across. They crawl the ladder, pulling themselves up onto the roof. via a hatch. They close the trap door and crawl across the metal. They take off their baseball cap, their antennas springing up, just happy to be free. The ends glow a dull orange. The spots on their neck glimmer against the light. They set their head back against the curved surface, begging to find a glimpse of the Guardian's ship.
Raphael was not having a good day. He didn't want to front, didn't want control of the body at all. Today was supposed to be easy; just a normal day at the library from dawn to dusk, and a happy Sergios who knew they'd pass their exam. But no, God seemed to have other plans for him. To taunt him, maybe. He couldn't grasp why Sergios ever clung to a God that abandoned them for the wolves.
He stumbled around, knuckles bleeding and blood dripping down his nose. He'd felt entitled enough to beat up some guy cat-calling a teenager. Usually, he would've just cursed the guy out, but no. Raphael cursed at himself, inwardly, along with Sergios, who kept chastising him in headspace. Raphael had no sense of direction; no sense of time. He didn't know what day it was, nor could he tell anyone the hour. He only knew he stopped being in headspace and was now controlling the body.
He led them to a (what he thought to be) an empty warehouse, his teeth grinding together from a splitting headache and his ribs hurting with every inhale he took. Raphael knew he was actively making things worse, but walking around in public with clergy clothing isn't exactly the best thing to do. Not for Sergios, who was a potential candidate for obtaining priesthood. He'd beat himself up forever if he took that opportunity away from his brother.
"Fuckin' hell, I need air," He grumbled under his breath, finding a ladder to climb up once he got past the stairs. Raphael forced the body to move upward, grip the handles, and push up onto the roof. "Chrissakes.."
Raphael shot up as soon as he saw Odhran laying on the roof, his senses fighting each other, and his pain long-forgotten from a sharp dose of adrenaline.
Odhran yanks the cap, throwing it on. They don't even bother to look before they speak "I'm so sorry! I can-" they face Raphael, "Sergios? Are you okay?
They stand up, approaching the man as they try to gauge his emotions.
Raphael let out a laugh, the kind that carried a silent threat with it. Come closer, and I'll hurt you. He couldn't leave. It would leave a bad mark on Sergios. But it would also put them at risk of being found out. Shit. Raphael hissed in pain at his increasing headache and put his hand out.
"Don't come closer. Stay there." He recoiled at the aggression in his own voice and stuttered, trying to mask as Sergios. His southern accent stayed stubborn, though, a subtle hint that Raphael was not Sergios. "Me, fine? Yeah 'm fine. Fuckin' stupid ass headache, y'know?"
Raphael remembered he had blood on him. Was bleeding. He cursed under his breath and wiped at his nose, trying to appear more put together.
Rapahel smiled like he couldn't control his mouth, and placed his hands on his hips. "You comin' to mass next Sunday? We'd love t' see you there."
Odhran's feet stop immediately against the metal. Their body leans back then forward before they find their balance. "Right...Sorry!" "Yeah! This time I won't miss it...what time is mass again?" They fiddle with their hat as they ask, trying to cover their secret. Once its formed correctly they place their hands on their neck, covering the splatter of orange.
"Eight in the mornin', if 'm rememberin' right. Damn Father or whatever likes t' start bright 'n early." Rapahels disdain for the church was tenfold, his soft expression forced at best. Seriously, he had no clue how Sergios could love the church so much.
Raphael noticed Odhran's constant fidgeting, the subtle covering up of their neck. He ignored it, though, for he needed to get out of here as soon as possible. He looked around the rooftop, the blood on his nose and face drying up, and his battered knuckles had new bruises blooming.
"Oh...do you not like waking up early?" They step forward, already forgetting about the rule he set.
"Are you bleeding?" Their head leans towards their shoulder.
Raphael almost steps back but stops when he realizes it'll send him falling right down to the ground floor. He stood rigidly, unsure of whether he should keep trying (and likely failing) to mask as Sergios, or just run off. He had a different posture, a different way of setting his face. Rapahels brows were always knit together, his eyes always searching for danger.
"Wakin' up early jus' ain't my thing." Raphael forced himself to say, still trying to replicate Sergios' softer tone. His is gruff, hardened from years of yelling. He wiped some more blood off of his nose and scoffed. "Don't fret 'bout me. 'M jus' fine."
"Are you sure? I'd love to help!" They step once again. Their hand moves away from their neck, reaching a hand out like Raphael was a cat.
"You were so nice to me! I'd love to repay the favor."
Raphael sighed, accepting that he'd just have to deal with this. Let Odhran help if that would allow him to get out of this warehouse. And hopefully before Sergios would front. He walked up to Odhran, lifting his head up to see their face better.
"Was I? I can't remember," Raphael muttered, vaguely being able to recall seeing Odhran somewhere. Maybe the church? It had to be. Was it? Raphael frowned, frustrated. "I ain't ever seen you before. How d'you know Sergios—er, me, fuck."
Raphael pinched the bridge of his nose, praying to whatever he could that Odhran would not question the slip-up.
"You were!" They peer at his scars "Do you not remember me?"
Raphael shook his head, feeling suddenly guilty he couldn't remember Odhran. They seemed nice and trustworthy..at least for now. His frown deepened, and he uncomfortably pulled at his clerical collar, taking the cotton collar off to put into his pocket.
"No, I don't remember you," Raphael admitted, shuffling his feet. "Wish I did. You seem real kind."
Odhran pulls back "Oh..." Their mind yells at them before they're able to shut it out "That's okay!" But they dont believe it themselves.
"You're acting a bit different but I'm sure its because you've had a bad day."
Raphael doesn't react as Odhran pulls back and just stares in confusion. Were they close with Sergios? Did they know Sergios well? He wanted to ask so many questions, but questions meant telling them about his true identity. Sure, he was a person, but he was stuck sharing a body with Sergios.
He continued to stare off into what was the distance now, his fingers incessantly tapping against his thigh as he felt his vision blur.
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Sergios fronted after a minute or two, their posture slackening and their stressed expression softening into pure befuddlement. He could've sworn he was just inside the church.
He noticed Odhran and tilted his head like a cat, wondering what exactly transpired. "Odhran? Is that you?" Sergios looked around and ran a hand through his tousled hair. "Oh, jesus, how did we end up on a roof?"
"What? Sergios are you okay?" They raise their hand to touch his arm, but stops midway through.
"Yeah, I'm.." His voice trailed off as Sergios continued to look around the rooftop, slowly piecing together what happened when Raphael was fronting. They shamefully gazed down at their bloodied knuckles and wiped at the last of the dried blood on their nose.
Sergios saw Odhrans hand extending and flinched a little but didn't completely retract his arm, silently glad the man stopped midway. This was embarrassing. Sergios started laughing out of nervousness and immediately rummaged around their pockets for their clerical collar, feeling insecure.
"When did we get here? I was just inside the church praying..did my weekly confession.."
They put their hand back on their neck, trying yet not succeeding at looking unsuspicious. "I got here thirty minutes ago... you've only arrived a few minutes ago."
They
"Thirty minutes?!" Sergios cried out, trying to keep calm.
He had an exam he had to go to, and now he was bound to miss it. He checked his watch and put his head in his hands, distressed and utterly confused with how he could've ended up here. The time was all wrong. He was all wrong.
They had contact with Raphael in headspace, but it didn't always reveal everything. The amnesia had gotten way worse over the past few months. They could never truly figure out if it was just them or Raphael, too.
"This is bad," He mumbled, shaking out his hands. "This is bad."
"Whats bad?" They proceed to try to sense the mans intent, invading his emotions. "Sergio...sergios. You keep saying you're okay but I'm doubtful..."
Sergios is too panicked to even realize Odhran is using his powers on him. He looked around the rooftop again, wishing he had an answer as to why he kept 'waking up' in places he had no clue about. Why his bones ached every morning, and his knuckles were always bruised. They fiddled with their belt loop and swallowed the urge to sit down and cry.
"You're serious that I got here a few minutes ago? Please say no.."
"Yeah...Sergios sit down. The stars are calming." Odhran sits down themselves, waiting for the man.
They weren't entirely sure what they we're getting from Sergios other than confusion...or maybe thats what they're feeling. They just wanted to help the almost priest
Sergios breath wavered, his frown deepening as he blinked rapidly and wiped at their eyes. They felt hot with shame; guilt that they were panicking in front of a parishioner so immaturely. A little voice rang in his head, berating him continuously as if he were some inferior being. 'Mutants don't cry. Mutants don't have feelings. Crying is useless and embarrassing.' Of course, Sergios knew these words were wrong, but the insults stuck to his memory like honey drying on a stick.
"Right, yeah, maybe.." He whispered, sniffling. Sergios sat down on the ground and fidgeted with their hands which trembled with fear at the thought of being so openly vulnerable. "Oh, Christ." He laughed, drying his wet eyes. "What a mess. I'm such a mess, Odhran, I'm so sorry. I'm not often like this I swear."
They bit their lip after that, hoping the harmless lie wouldn't anger God.
"it's okay to be a mess...My sister taught me that. All emotions are healthy, Sergios." They smile at the future priest
"I'd love to help you in any way I can." They hold the smile, waiting for a reply
They dont know why, but other people's emotions have always calmed them down. It allowed Odhran to forget about their own and focus on being a care taker.
I question her choices
I question her choices
My baby
I thought she grabs cigars...it was a random dog toy.
Open rp
It's been so long since they've been up there. Beyond earth. Where they didn't feel thousands of emotions constantly. They only felt two; Ego and Mantis. That's it. They had trouble connecting to the plants like Mantis, they were only good with living beings. Well, they're not good with humans. But they can feel and connect with them better. They truly regret not taking Peters offer of living in Oregon. They saw pictures of Brooklyn and thought it would be fun...Boy were they wrong. Mantis was the one who primarily taught them English, so they weren't that skilled. This results in them not making many...or any friends. They felt so alone even with all the emotions flooding their head.
They finally found a place where they couldn't feel any emotions, an abandoned factory in Floyed Bennet field right outside of Brooklyn. They were able to find a ladder leading to the slanted roof. It allowed them to connect with the galaxy and imagine what their sister was doing with the Guardians. And fortunately for them it was only a twenty-minute bike ride. And every once and awhile they took Oriel with. She'd start sprinting down the road, making him lose balance. Odhran hopped the fence and walked over to the staircase with the broken steps, jumping across. They crawl the ladder, pulling themselves up onto the roof. via a hatch. They close the trap door and crawl across the metal. They take off their baseball cap, their antennas springing up, just happy to be free. The ends glow a dull orange. The spots on their neck glimmer against the light. They set their head back against the curved surface, begging to find a glimpse of the Guardian's ship.
Raphael was not having a good day. He didn't want to front, didn't want control of the body at all. Today was supposed to be easy; just a normal day at the library from dawn to dusk, and a happy Sergios who knew they'd pass their exam. But no, God seemed to have other plans for him. To taunt him, maybe. He couldn't grasp why Sergios ever clung to a God that abandoned them for the wolves.
He stumbled around, knuckles bleeding and blood dripping down his nose. He'd felt entitled enough to beat up some guy cat-calling a teenager. Usually, he would've just cursed the guy out, but no. Raphael cursed at himself, inwardly, along with Sergios, who kept chastising him in headspace. Raphael had no sense of direction; no sense of time. He didn't know what day it was, nor could he tell anyone the hour. He only knew he stopped being in headspace and was now controlling the body.
He led them to a (what he thought to be) an empty warehouse, his teeth grinding together from a splitting headache and his ribs hurting with every inhale he took. Raphael knew he was actively making things worse, but walking around in public with clergy clothing isn't exactly the best thing to do. Not for Sergios, who was a potential candidate for obtaining priesthood. He'd beat himself up forever if he took that opportunity away from his brother.
"Fuckin' hell, I need air," He grumbled under his breath, finding a ladder to climb up once he got past the stairs. Raphael forced the body to move upward, grip the handles, and push up onto the roof. "Chrissakes.."
Raphael shot up as soon as he saw Odhran laying on the roof, his senses fighting each other, and his pain long-forgotten from a sharp dose of adrenaline.
Odhran yanks the cap, throwing it on. They don't even bother to look before they speak "I'm so sorry! I can-" they face Raphael, "Sergios? Are you okay?
They stand up, approaching the man as they try to gauge his emotions.
Raphael let out a laugh, the kind that carried a silent threat with it. Come closer, and I'll hurt you. He couldn't leave. It would leave a bad mark on Sergios. But it would also put them at risk of being found out. Shit. Raphael hissed in pain at his increasing headache and put his hand out.
"Don't come closer. Stay there." He recoiled at the aggression in his own voice and stuttered, trying to mask as Sergios. His southern accent stayed stubborn, though, a subtle hint that Raphael was not Sergios. "Me, fine? Yeah 'm fine. Fuckin' stupid ass headache, y'know?"
Raphael remembered he had blood on him. Was bleeding. He cursed under his breath and wiped at his nose, trying to appear more put together.
Rapahel smiled like he couldn't control his mouth, and placed his hands on his hips. "You comin' to mass next Sunday? We'd love t' see you there."
Odhran's feet stop immediately against the metal. Their body leans back then forward before they find their balance. "Right...Sorry!" "Yeah! This time I won't miss it...what time is mass again?" They fiddle with their hat as they ask, trying to cover their secret. Once its formed correctly they place their hands on their neck, covering the splatter of orange.
"Eight in the mornin', if 'm rememberin' right. Damn Father or whatever likes t' start bright 'n early." Rapahels disdain for the church was tenfold, his soft expression forced at best. Seriously, he had no clue how Sergios could love the church so much.
Raphael noticed Odhran's constant fidgeting, the subtle covering up of their neck. He ignored it, though, for he needed to get out of here as soon as possible. He looked around the rooftop, the blood on his nose and face drying up, and his battered knuckles had new bruises blooming.
"Oh...do you not like waking up early?" They step forward, already forgetting about the rule he set.
"Are you bleeding?" Their head leans towards their shoulder.
Raphael almost steps back but stops when he realizes it'll send him falling right down to the ground floor. He stood rigidly, unsure of whether he should keep trying (and likely failing) to mask as Sergios, or just run off. He had a different posture, a different way of setting his face. Rapahels brows were always knit together, his eyes always searching for danger.
"Wakin' up early jus' ain't my thing." Raphael forced himself to say, still trying to replicate Sergios' softer tone. His is gruff, hardened from years of yelling. He wiped some more blood off of his nose and scoffed. "Don't fret 'bout me. 'M jus' fine."
"Are you sure? I'd love to help!" They step once again. Their hand moves away from their neck, reaching a hand out like Raphael was a cat.
"You were so nice to me! I'd love to repay the favor."
Raphael sighed, accepting that he'd just have to deal with this. Let Odhran help if that would allow him to get out of this warehouse. And hopefully before Sergios would front. He walked up to Odhran, lifting his head up to see their face better.
"Was I? I can't remember," Raphael muttered, vaguely being able to recall seeing Odhran somewhere. Maybe the church? It had to be. Was it? Raphael frowned, frustrated. "I ain't ever seen you before. How d'you know Sergios—er, me, fuck."
Raphael pinched the bridge of his nose, praying to whatever he could that Odhran would not question the slip-up.
"You were!" They peer at his scars "Do you not remember me?"
Raphael shook his head, feeling suddenly guilty he couldn't remember Odhran. They seemed nice and trustworthy..at least for now. His frown deepened, and he uncomfortably pulled at his clerical collar, taking the cotton collar off to put into his pocket.
"No, I don't remember you," Raphael admitted, shuffling his feet. "Wish I did. You seem real kind."
Odhran pulls back "Oh..." Their mind yells at them before they're able to shut it out "That's okay!" But they dont believe it themselves.
"You're acting a bit different but I'm sure its because you've had a bad day."
Raphael doesn't react as Odhran pulls back and just stares in confusion. Were they close with Sergios? Did they know Sergios well? He wanted to ask so many questions, but questions meant telling them about his true identity. Sure, he was a person, but he was stuck sharing a body with Sergios.
He continued to stare off into what was the distance now, his fingers incessantly tapping against his thigh as he felt his vision blur.
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Sergios fronted after a minute or two, their posture slackening and their stressed expression softening into pure befuddlement. He could've sworn he was just inside the church.
He noticed Odhran and tilted his head like a cat, wondering what exactly transpired. "Odhran? Is that you?" Sergios looked around and ran a hand through his tousled hair. "Oh, jesus, how did we end up on a roof?"
"What? Sergios are you okay?" They raise their hand to touch his arm, but stops midway through.
"Yeah, I'm.." His voice trailed off as Sergios continued to look around the rooftop, slowly piecing together what happened when Raphael was fronting. They shamefully gazed down at their bloodied knuckles and wiped at the last of the dried blood on their nose.
Sergios saw Odhrans hand extending and flinched a little but didn't completely retract his arm, silently glad the man stopped midway. This was embarrassing. Sergios started laughing out of nervousness and immediately rummaged around their pockets for their clerical collar, feeling insecure.
"When did we get here? I was just inside the church praying..did my weekly confession.."
They put their hand back on their neck, trying yet not succeeding at looking unsuspicious. "I got here thirty minutes ago... you've only arrived a few minutes ago."
They
"Thirty minutes?!" Sergios cried out, trying to keep calm.
He had an exam he had to go to, and now he was bound to miss it. He checked his watch and put his head in his hands, distressed and utterly confused with how he could've ended up here. The time was all wrong. He was all wrong.
They had contact with Raphael in headspace, but it didn't always reveal everything. The amnesia had gotten way worse over the past few months. They could never truly figure out if it was just them or Raphael, too.
"This is bad," He mumbled, shaking out his hands. "This is bad."
"Whats bad?" They proceed to try to sense the mans intent, invading his emotions. "Sergio...sergios. You keep saying you're okay but I'm doubtful..."
Sergios is too panicked to even realize Odhran is using his powers on him. He looked around the rooftop again, wishing he had an answer as to why he kept 'waking up' in places he had no clue about. Why his bones ached every morning, and his knuckles were always bruised. They fiddled with their belt loop and swallowed the urge to sit down and cry.
"You're serious that I got here a few minutes ago? Please say no.."
"Yeah...Sergios sit down. The stars are calming." Odhran sits down themselves, waiting for the man.
They weren't entirely sure what they we're getting from Sergios other than confusion...or maybe thats what they're feeling. They just wanted to help the almost priest
I hope you're doing well, sister.
