Unstoppable Juggernaut

indie rp for marvel's juggernaut cinematic & comics verses work in progress

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                           DAVID

 ❝      i  didn’t  put  you  here  !      this  is  your  dream  !      ❞            and  it’s  horrible  ,      the  way  things  are  going  .      i  can  see  that  ,      i  can  see  that  !      this  place  feels  like  an  avalanche  ,      cold  and  hot  and  painful  all  at  the  same  time    (  you  ever  get  burned  by  snow  ,      drowned  in  excess  ?  )  .      his  powers  aren’t  refined  .      they  aren’t  capable  of  handling  this  .      are  ,      should  be  .      aren’t  ,      can’t  be  !            ❝      listen  ,      you  don’t  understand                                  ❞

 a  piece  of  the  dream  -  wall  crumbles  beside  him  ,      and  he  flinches  ,      ducking  out  of  the  way  and  throwing  himself  toward  the  tinier  version  of  that  mountain  of  a  man  .      at  least  this  one  can’t  pummel  him  into  a  pancake!      maybe                                      ❝      i  followed  you  .      i  got  curious  and  i  followed  you  ,      okay  ?      ❞            it’s  hard  to  shout  over  the  physical  world  manifesting  in  this  dreamscape  .            ❝      just  let  me  talk  to  you  !      OUT  THERE  !      ❞

This is your dream!

Those four magic words finally break the spell.  Yes, of course. This is a dream. One he’s had enough times before to know that it likely wasn’t caused by the telepath’s inference. Plus, the way he’d been acting so far... As much as Cain hated to admit it, it was pretty clear there was likely no malicious intent behind the other man’s actions.

“You get one minute,” He growls as the last of the dream crumbles around them, and they’re both forced out. Cain’s in a state of confusion for the first few moments after he wakes up, but then he’s scrambling to get his helmet back on. Even if he believed the telepath, for now, he needed to take precautions.

“One minute kid!”

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OOC: On one hand, I’m shit at activity. On the other hand, y’all they really just fucking depowered Cain and tossed him into Hell so now I have to play him out of spite, right?

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 ❝      no  !  no  !      ❞            this  isn’t  what  he’d  planned  !  telling  this  kid  what  he  is    ,    or  who  he  is    ,    or                      whichever  of  the  two  he’s  just  answered  (  maybe  it’s  both  !  )                       isn’t  supposed  to  cause  this  dream  to  fall  apart  !  but  then  …  he  should  have  been  expecting  it    .    telling  someone  you’re  exactly  what  they  don’t  like  isn’t  gonna  strike  a  very  fair  chord  for  you    . 

 then  again                      in  actual  reality    ,    this  kid  is  actually  a  huge  tank  that  tried  to  kill  him  not  a  few  hours  ago  !  so    ,    really    ,    he’s  just  getting  his  revenge    .    some  sort  of  retribution  for  almost  getting  hit  with  a  …  what  was  that    ,    a  vending  machine  ?            ❝      that’s  not  what  i                      i’m  not  like  your  brother  !      ❞            he  doesn’t  know  if  any  of  that’s  true    ,    considering  he  doesn’t  even  know  cain’s  brother    ,    but  maybe  it  is  !  maybe  it  is    ,    and  he’s  not  lying    ,    here  !  come  on    ,    just  work                      just  work  with  me  here    . 

 he  throws  his  mind  out  without  another  thought    ,    pressing  at  the  collapsing  walls  of  the  dream  to  try  and  keep  them  upright    .    they  wear  at  him  like  cold    ,    cold  weights    .    you  know  how  a  fridge  feels  when  it’s  about  to  fall  on  you  ?  a  little  like  this    .              ❝      wait                      wait    ,    i  can’t  hold  this                      you’ve  gotta  let  me  talk    ,    hear  me  out                        ❞

“You--!”

     Reality comes slipping back to Cain in shattered pieces as he fights to break the dream. David’s attempts are working, but it’s like trying to plug holes on a leaky boat with scotch tape. It’s going to sink if he doesn’t find a way to calm Cain down. Or maybe it was doomed to sink no matter what.

     “Please. You’re just as fuckin’ nosy as him! I-- You could'a just left me alone, but you had to--” To what? Find him trapped in his house? No, he wasn’t in his house he-- The answers were all on the tip of his tongue, but it was like trying to grab water as it poured from a faucet.

     “This is-- You’re doin’ all of this, aren’t you? Why the hell should I listen to you? You put me here!”

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 oh    .    yeah    .    well    ,    that’s  funny  because  …  there  are  things  he’s  not  telling  cain    .    like    ,    for  instance    ,    the  fact  that  he  really  is  talking  to  someone  who  can  read  minds    .    you  know    ,    the  good  thing  about  dreams  is  …  uh    ,    at  least  he  can’t  read  cain’s  mind  right  now    ,    right  ?  (  just  not  choosing  to    ,    more  like  ! )

 and  then  he  realises  he’s  been  quiet  for    ,    like    ,    a  few  seconds  too  long    .    five  seconds    .    ten  seconds    ,    whatever  it  is    .              ❝      yeah  !      ❞            too  late    .    and  david’s  a  really  bad  liar    .              ❝     okay    ,    i’ll  tell  you  this    .    but  you  gotta  promise  not  to  freak  out    ,    all  right  ?  i  don’t  need  any  of  that  right  now    .    i  …      ❞            this  isn’t  gonna  be  pretty    ,    so  he  keeps  his  mind  as  clear  as  he  can    .    just  in  case    .              ❝      i’m  one  of  those  people    .      ❞

     Silence would have been better than the truth. David was strange enough that Cain wouldn’t have thought much of the pause, and if he’d noticed at all he might have wondered a bit about the man’s stance on mind readers, but he would have never guessed David was one of them.

     It takes a moment for Cain to really process David’s confession, almost like he wishes he hadn’t heard it at all. His face falls almost immediately, and he comes to an abrupt stop, echoing David’s words, “One of those people?” He was so nice, couldn’t be. But why would he lie? It had to be true. So, if it was true, what did that mean? 

     Horror begins to spread across Cain’s face as he follows that line of thought. What did it mean? Well, it certainly put a concerning spin on why David was even there in the first place. And it certainly had Cain questioning whether this was Charlie’s fault or if this strange kind man instead had more nefarious intentions.

      As Cain grasps for answers, he unwittingly tugs at the strings that hold together the dream. Why would David be there? Well, that’s easy he was-- The dream fights for control, but it’s only a matter of time until Cain tugs too hard, and it all come loose.

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 ❝      what  ?  no    .       ❞            like  that’s  supposed  to  be  the  most  obvious  thing  he’s  ever  said    .    no    ,    of  course  he  believes  cain    ,    and  it’s  weird  to  him  that  cain  would  think  he  wasn’t    ,    if  only  because  he’s  always  been  an  obviously  person    .    people  just  know  (  people  are  supposed  to  know    ,    right  ?  )    .    and  cain  looks  so    ,    so  relieved  to  hear  it    .              ❝      i’m  not  just  saying  that    .    i  actually  believe  you    .    because  …      ❞

 well    ,    actually                      is  he    ,    uh                      is  he  allowed  to  say  that  ?  is  he  allowed  to  tell  this  kid  he’s  a  telepath  and  he  can  read  minds  too  ?  sounds  more  like  he’ll  call  him  a  freak  too    .    had  enough  of  that    ,    for  sure  !              ❝            i  mean    ,    yeah    .    i’ve  met  other  people  like  that    .    and  believe  me  …  they’re  as  weird  as  you  describe  them    .    i  mean  …  how  are  you  supposed  to  win  at  a  game  if  the  other  person  can  read  your  mind    ,    right  ?        ❞

     “Yeah, exactly!” Cain looks up at david with a warm look, probably the warmest look he’s given anyone in decades, “You can’t win. I’ve tried. No matter what you do, nothin’ ever works. Everyone thinks Charlie’s this amazing whiz kid or whatever, ‘cause he’s so smart, but y’know... I bet he’d be super dumb if he didn’t have his weird abilities.”

     There’s a pause as Cain rubs his chin thoughtfully, “But... Man. There’s more of ‘em out there? Growin’ up with one was bad enough. If they’re half as snotty as Charlie-- Eugh. I hope I never have to meet another one.”

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 like  he  knows  what  people  are  thinking  …  okay    .    all  right    .    david’s  starting  to  get  it    .    does  it  mean  he’s  gonna  ask  what  cain  means  by  his  brother  knowing  what  people  thinks  ?  yeah    .    it  does    .              ❝      so  he  cheats  because  you  think  he  knows  what  people  are  thinking  ?      ❞            sounds  like  telepathy    ,    if  david  knows  anything  (  what  do  you  know  about  telepathy    ,    man  ?!  )

 hmm    .    there’s  a  soft  tug    ,    and  david  realises  this  kid  is  starting  to  feel  the  truthlessness  of  the  dream    .    can’t  let  that  happen  !  with  his  mind    ,    he  reaches  out    ,    trying  to  push  the  fog  aware    .    can’t  hear  a  thing                      dreams  are  like  that    .    can’t  hear  a  thing  !  he  shakes  his  head  quickly    .              ❝      don’t  worry    .    don’t    .    i  believe  you    .    i’ve  met  people  like  that  too    .    you’re  not  jealous    .    you’re  probably  right    .      ❞

     The attempt to pacify Cain works. For now. While David’s pushing helps, it’s what he says that does the most to distract the boy from the inconsistencies. The boy’s eyes light up like it’s Christmas Day, when David says he’s right. It’s the first time anyone’s ever told him he’s right ( isn’t it? ), and it feels better than he could have ever imagined. Like there was a weight on his soul he didn’t even realize was there until it was gone.

     “Really? You believe me?” He asks, not quite believing he heard David right, “You’ve met other people like that? You’re not just-- You didn’t just say that to make me feel better, right?” Not that anyone’s ever cared enough to lie to protect his feelings before, but there’s a first time for everything.

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Me: I should start winding down for the night. Brain: As an abused kid who found relief in the death of his father / abuser, it made sense to Cain to help Russ kill his headmaster. In another universe, the movie is told from Juggernaut’s perspective, and his role in Deadpool 2 would essentially be a straight swap with Wade minus the colorful supporting cast.

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 ❝      uh  huh    .      ❞            david’s  never  said  a  word  about  himself    .    as  it  is    ,    he’s  not  exactly  the  best  at  concentrating  on  things  people  are  saying  either    ,    unless  it’s  something  he’s  really    ,    really  trying  to  focus  on    .    takes  him  a  moment  before  he  finally  registers  the  whole  fact  that  this  kid                    who  he’s  pretty  sure  he’s  pegged  down  at  this  big    ,    lumbering  guy  whose  mind  he’s  in  right  now  (  how’s  the  working  out  for  you    ,    kid  ? )                     just  blamed  someone  else  for  his  problems    .    for  this  dream                    not  that  he  knows  it’s  a  dream  !

 should  he  snoop  ?  no    .    does  he  care  ?  not  at  this  point    ,    nope    .              ❝      what  do  you  mean    ,    your  brother  does  weird  things  ?      ❞            may  as  well  pass  the  time  while  they’re  trying  to  find  a  way  out  of  this  winding  hallway    .              ❝      how  can  he  do  something  like  this  ?      ❞

     “He...” Cain’s brow furrows slightly as his brain struggles to decide which information about his brother fits within rules of the dream, “Look, I don’t know how he does it, but he’s just-- He’s a freak, alright? He knows things that he shouldn’t. It’s how he’s so damn good at everything.”

     While he hasn’t quite come to the realization that this is all a dream, the boy is slowly becoming aware of a fog on the edge of his mind. That there are things here that don’t make sense, or aren’t in the right order. His brain is struggling with itself, insisting that he both wake up and remain a passenger.

      “No one ever-- No one believes me. They say I’m just jealous, but I know he has some freak way of cheating. Like he knows what people are thinking.”

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 okay    ,    david  really  needs  a  book  on  what  not  to  say  during  someone’s  dream    .    like    ,    badly    .    didn’t  expect  this  kid  to  be  so  feisty    ,    though    ,    that’s  for  sure    .    so  here’s  david  (  you’re  gonna  be  the  big  know - it - all  this  time  around    ,    man  !  )    ,    flipping  through  his  mind  for  the  right  thing  to  say    .              ❝      well    ,    i  hope  i’ll  get  you  out  of  here  by  not  arguing  with  you  about  why  i  didn’t  get  here  sooner    .    i  have  my  reasons    .      ❞    TOTAL  BULLSHIT   .

 but  he’s  already  moving    ,    trying  the  handle  of  another  door    .    no  use    .    maybe  he  can  feel  through  it  with  his  mind    .    dreams  work  like  that    ,    right  ?            ❝      i’ve  never  met  anyone  named  cain  before    .    nice  name    .      ❞            he  pauses    ,    then  makes  his  way  through  the  hall    .              ❝      we  should  go  this  way    .      ❞

     Despite how obvious David’s bullshitting is, Cain just wrinkles his nose and elects to not address it. At the end of the day, how the man was there didn’t matter so much as how they were going to get out. As long as he was helping, where he came from didn’t really matter.

     “I guess it’s a good name, I never really thought about it,” The boy responds, following when David takes the lead. His response is absent-minded at best, it’s not like talking about names is the most riveting conversation topic. Still, after being alone so long, too much silence made Cain anxious. He had to fill it somehow.

      “I’m pretty sure this is my brother’s fault, whatever’s going on,” He eventually says, “He doesn’t think I notice, but he does weird things sometimes.”

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 ❝      yeah    ,      ❞            because  he  can  tell    .    there’s  no  one  here  (  then  again    ,    bozo    ,    this  is  a  dream                          and  you’re  not  that  good  at  those  !  )    ,    no  one  to  help  this  kid  out  with  whatever  he’s  doing    .    trying  to  get  out  of  here    .              ❝      i  don’t  think  any  of  these  doors  are  open    .      ❞            they’re  glued  shut  and  sealed  by  an  immeasurable  force    ,    except  the  force  isn’t  real                          break  it  all  with  your  mind    ,    kid    ,    since  you  got  powers    ,    right  ? (  liar  !  )  and  maybe  he  doesn’t  have  a  firm  grasp  on  his  powers  yet    ,    cause  they  seem  to  keep  growing    ,    but  he’s  gonna  try  to  find  a  way  out  anyways  .   

 okay    .    time  to  get  to  those  other  questions    .    how  much  is  this  kid  gonna  know    ,    considering  they’re  in  a  dream  ?            ❝      i’m  david    .    i                          uh    ,    i  got  here  because  i’ve  always  been  here    .      ❞            is  there  like  a                          like  a  rulebook  when  it  comes  to  maintaining  the  reality  of  dreams  ?            ❝      i’m  gonna  help  you  out  of  here    ,    i  hope    .      ❞

     “You’ve always been here?” The boy’s tone is accusatory, David really needed to work on lying, “Then why did you wait ‘til now to show up, huh? Not when I was-- When I was calling for help?” He wraps his arms around his chest, an attempt to hid the fact that he’s shaking slightly. “Whatever it doesn’t matter now.”

     “So, how do you hope to get us out of here? The doors aren’t open, and trying the windows seems like a bad idea,” He pauses, realizing that he’d forgotten to introduce himself, “I’m Cain, by the way.”

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OOC: Cain waking up from a particularly bad nightmare about being buried alive, and wondering if his life isn’t really just his dying dreams and that he’s actually still stuck under the mountain.

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 david  knows  weird    ,    and  he  knows  unexpected    .    first  time  he’d  awakened  in  the  astral  plane    ,    he’d  sat  on  a  a  chair                       all  perfectly  normal    ,    as  it  should  be                      surrounded  by  green  and  blue  mountains    ,    and  when  he’d  stood    ,    he’d  found  himself  a  solid  footing  on  moving    ,    wavy    ,    cascading  black  space    ,    rife  with  stars    .    everything  that  shouldn’t  be  solid    ,    even  if  it  was    . 

 and  he  knows  unexpected    ,    too  (  your  whole  life’s  been  an  unexpected  mess  of  everything    ,    man    ,    and  it  just  keeps  coming  !  )    .    this  hallway  is  fine  enough    ,    but  it’s  the  young  teenager  that  catches  his  attention    .    david  glances  around    ,    expecting  the  big  man                      the  actual  tank  he’d  encountered  earlier  today    ,    the  one  whose  head  he’s  in  right  now                      to  come  barreling  through  the  wall  and  run  right  into  him    . 

 but  he  can’t  hear  any  footsteps    .    there’s  nothing  coming    .    so  he  looks  back  at  the  kid    ,    racing  along  to  keep  up  with  him  before  he  loses  sight    .    he  can  sense  him    ,    but  it’s  better  to  see  him    .              ❝      wait                          ❞            he  calls    ,    moving  to  one  of  the  doors  and  trying  the  handle    .    nothing    .    he  forces  a  charge  through  his  hand    ,    but  still    ,    there’s  nothing    .              ❝      wait    ,    i  can  help    .        ❞

   The boy nearly toppled over from the force of abruptly stopping and spinning around to face the man’s call. He’d been so certain that he was alone that just the sound of another human’s voice was nearly enough to bring him to tears. He doesn’t cry, though, he’s too strong for that. Not a boy, but a man.

     “What-- How-- Who are you?” Cain eventually manages to splutter out after struggling to decide which question to ask first, though the rest tumble out of his mouth before the man even has a chance to respond, “What are you doing here? How did you get here? Did you-- Did you find an open door?” He cranes his neck to look behind his unexpected companion, hoping to see an open door. Cain was pretty sure he’d checked them all, but-- No... None of them seemed to be open, and his face fell slightly before he turned his attention back to the man.

     “I-I can’t find a way out, and no one came when I called.”

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OOC: Like, Cain and Charles are kindred spirits in the sense that at their core they’re both kind and caring people, and it’s fucked up that Cain felt forced to act out and that the only way to handle his emotions was to react violently.

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OOC: Anyway, Cain & Charles were robbed of what could have been a strong and positive relationship. They could have been a shining example of human / mutant relations, but they weren’t because Kurt was a raging asshole and Cain never developed proper coping mechanisms thanks to that.

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telegion‌:

 david  doesn’t    ,    in  fact    ,    leave  him  alone    ,    all  because  he  doesn’t  want  to    .    all  because  this  guy  seems  like  he’ll  be  a  threat  to  anyone  he  runs  into    .    david’s  got  time    .    he  can  shadow  him    ,    follow  him  around  until  he  finds  a  way  to  get  into  his  mind    .    and  why  (  and  why  ?  )                     because  this  is  what  he  needs  to  do    .    get  under  this  guy’s  skin    ,    if  only  to  help  other  people    .    even  if  he  doesn’t  know  them  ;  that’s  a  good  one  !

 he’s  almost  shocked  when  he  finds  the  opportunity    .    it’s  night    ,    and  david’s  followed  this  tank  of  a  guy  to  the  place  he  sleeps  and  waited    ,    and  waited    ,    and                    there  !  (  his  helmet’s  off                    make  your  move    ,    man  !    his  a  telepath    .    all  he  has  to  do  is  shut  his  eyes  and  disconnect  himself  from  his  body    .    he  floats  along  the  astral  plane    ,    search  for  a  dream  he  could  latch  onto    .    it’s    ,    obviously    ,    the  closest  one  :  so  that’s  what  he  does    .    snakes  his  way  right  into  the  dream    ,    so  that  he  can  manifest  himself    ,    as  himself    ,    right  in  the  middle    .

     There’s a hallway. On the surface, that’s all it is. A random hallway belonging to someone of wealth, if the paintings dotting the walls, and ornate curtains framing all the windows are any indication. It’s a house, though it doesn’t feel like a home. Maybe it’s because of the clear displays of wealth every few feet, or maybe it’s just part of the atmosphere. Maybe it’s something more tangible? Perhaps the lighting is slightly off?

     The lighting is weird. There’s windows at regular intervals, but the only sources of light is the occasional table lamp, and the lights hanging from the ceiling. Outside, there is nothing. It would be easy to dismiss it as blackness or a void, but there’s too much texture to it, and, on closer inspection, one might find that it’s not blackness at all, but rock and dirt as if the building was buried deep beneath the earth.

     In the middle of all of this is something David likely wasn’t expecting to see: a boy. A stocky young man no older than fourteen with bright orange hair. He doesn’t notice David, not yet, he’s too busy running down the halls, a wild look in his bright blue eyes as he tries to open every door he comes across. Not a single one opens, but he keeps trying, his desperation mounting with each failed attempt.

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OOC: If Legion has Charles and doesn’t at least mention Cain then what’s the point.

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blacktcm‌:

Nothing today has hurt quite as badly as those words. ‘You’re as bad as my fuckin dad.’ They’re like a knife slipped between his ribs. His breath catches in his throat and for a moment he once again considers walking away. If that’s the way Cain feels, is there anything more that can be said? He’s never been perfect, he knows, but to be compared to that man when he knows how Cain feels about him? That’s almost too much.

“I wanted t’ take care o’ ye. I loved ye, Cain. I wanted t’ give ye everythin’. I wanted t’ have a family with ye. The two o’ us an’ Terry… An’ when I lost Terry, at least we were still together. At least I knew ye’d always come for me, until I ruined that too.”

He rubs at his face, wiping away tears that have started to make their way down his cheeks. “If I’ve got yer heart an’ soul, then it’s a fair trade, cause ye’ve had mine just as long. I don’t want t’ go back t’ the way things were, boyo. I’ve seen where that leads an’ I don’t know that can live with myself if I end up back there. I don’t want t’ define ye, I just don’t want ye t’ hate me.”

None of this was productive. Both of them were hurt, and neither of them were in a place to deal with it. Cain knew that much at least, and if his time as the Juggernaut taught him anything it was that nothing was solved by being overemotional. The way he saw it there was about three ways the conversation could go from here: both of them could get worked up until they said something they couldn’t come back from, he could close the door on Tom and just end things, or...

“Look,” Cain ran his hand down his face, and sighed heavily, “We can go on about this shit for the rest of the day, but-- But the past is the past ‘n no amount’a talkin’ is going to change that. So lets just--” He shifts a bit, trying to decide how he wants to go about this, “You’re makin’ me late for my lunch, so... I’ll give ya two choices, Tom. Y’ can leave me to that, or... Or you can come in an’ I guess-- I guess tell me what y’ve been up to or whatever normal people talk about.”