#mirrorsoldier

[ghostofsamuelwest]

Thad

Openly:

Secretly:

[the5thbrainiac]

“Happy gift giving Holiday,” Thad held out two packages, both wrapped in overly tidy folded and clipped news paper (because who buys paper specifically for wrapping gifts? That’s such a waste) one light and soft, the other perfectly square and fairly heavy. “I would suggest opening them soon, the portable containment unit for the one gift is old and inefficient. They should probably be moved in to something better as soon as possible. Sorry for that.”

"Gift giving holiday?" Querl blinked, took the packages, and holding them for a good minute or so in sheer puzzlement. Not quite knowing what was in occurrence whatsoever. "I... er... wasn't aware that this was any sort of holiday... Or holiday practice..." 

At this, his gaze dropped to the ground, and he frowned quite noticeably. Cheeks puffing a bit in what might have been either embarrassment or frustration. Both would have been applicable. Nobody had told him this was a sort of gift exchanging holiday. It had been very strange to have Brainiac and Sticky-Thad give him material objects with no reasoning behind it. Was that the point of this 'Christmas' he had been hearing about? A practice dead in his time that would still be practiced in this era, perhaps? 

Oh, did he feel stupid. And here Thad was giving him things, when Querl himself didn't have anything to give back. 

"You... You really didn't have to..." He mumbled, looking back up at Thad with a terribly sheepish look. "Er... I suppose I'll withhold any questions regarding an inefficient containment unit until I know what it is though." With that, he set down the heavier package, and began carefully removing the tape from the softer bundle. Making sure not to cause any rips or tears in the newspaper, for fear such a thing might be considered taboo. 

"Oh!" He exclaimed, at the oversized sweater he had lifted out of the newspaper. Eyes wide, as he glanced over all of the intricately woven details. The main image seemed to be several deer like creatures (one with a brilliantly red nose) pulling a sleigh with a large, red-clad man inside of it. Was this traditional wear for this holiday? It must be. He had never seen anything quite so strange on a sweater before. Without a pause after that, Querl immediately put it on over his usual jumpsuit. Rolling up the sleeves to allow himself use of his hands. "It's..." He thought for a word to describe it, watching Thad's face rather carefully. "It's... Really something. Thank you, Thaddeus." With a grin for emphasis, Querl folded up the newspaper, and lay it next to the other parcel. Which he stared at for a moment, before abruptly turning to Thad again. 

"Er... Wait here. I'll be right back." 

And with that, Querl backed up and out of Thad's sight. Darting away with the intentions of finding some reasonable gift item to return the favor. 

This holiday was definitely being researched, once he had the time to do so. 

[the5thbrainiac]

 "Oh dear, I seem to have found a stray speedster. Perhaps I should be obnoxious and grab his attention in a ridiculous human way. Narrate myself doing so, similarly to what humans do on 'sitcoms' in an attempt to be humorous. Am I being humorous? No, don't answer that. That was rhetorical. Oh... Oh... Is that a smile? From Thaddeus Thawne? Oh my goodness where is the holocam- This rare phenomena must be documented in some way. Obviously." Querl tries his hardest to keep a straight face, but can't help but perpetuate the grin that plays on his lips, as he elbows Thad a few times. If only to distract him the tiniest bit from his stupid looking expression. 

"...This isn't fair. My being irritating was not supposed to end like this. How dare you thwart my plans." Querl finally manages to sputter, feeling his face begin to flush from the effort it took to suppress his laughter. His breathing becoming strained as he did. 

This was all absolutely silly, and something that he would definitely refrain from doing on a normal basis, or around anyone else. But that was just it, wasn't it? He supposed Thad was just that person who he didn't need to constantly be defensive around, or have to keep his lighthearted jest to himself about, for the simple lacking of a need to keep up appearances. 

Whatever the case, it just ended with Querl nonchalantly reaching around Thad's shoulder, and stooping down a bit. The idiotic smile still in place. "...You are having a relatively pleasant day, then?"

[the5thbrainiac]

...I think I should probably just say this now. Prevent any hurt feelings due to my slow reply rate.

And I'm really just not going to lie to you guys. That is, if any of you actually care, besides my tagged ooc buddies.

I'm seriously losing my muse for this account. If a completely quiet week is any indication, with no hiatus message or anything. 

I've been staring at this thread for at least an hour now, trying to think of how to respond, and I just... It's not coming. No inkling of inspiration or motivation. Not even a mere quip.

Maybe it's the fact that almost all of Querl's friends have gone on indefinite hiatus, or have just stopped talking to him altogether. Maybe it's the fact that new threads are so hard to find, and carry on, given my obscure character and that the legion comic is kind of hard to follow. 

I'm legitimately crying a bit as I type this. Because I've had this account for about nine months now. In that time, Querl has... He's grown, despite his reboot much earlier into the account. Hell, this account has probably helped me grow. Just the social interaction, and the adventures, and all the new friends and experiences.... I don't want to lose that. And I feel as though if I lose my tumblr Querl muse, I might. I don't want to go on hiatus and abandon all of you who I interact with. 

Oh boy, here comes the blubbering about you guys who I've talked to recently and adore, ok?

I feel really bad about Roach, I'm not going to lie- Both of Querl's previous romantic partners went on hiatus, without any warning whatsoever. That was literally months down the drain of waiting. Hoping they would log on at some point. Coming home from school and checking their blog to see if they said anything, anything at all. It really sucks. I know it does. And sure, platonic rping is great and fun and just as wonderful as romantic- But when your character has an emotional attachment, it's a little bit straining. You feel like you're tied down, with no reason for doing so. And I really really don't want to see that happen, especially since this is probably one of the most dynamic and developed relationships I've ever rped. Roach's Thad has been there from literally the beginning of my days rping on here. And our characters have been friends for a really good chunk of that time, and slowly developed their attachments, and it really has so much potential and I was so excited to play that. And oh, I have to say you're one of my best tumblr buddies ever. I'm sososo sorry that this is happening now, so early into our characters' relationship. I just. I feel like I've let you down by typing this out, and that hurts a lot. Thad is this huge bright happy sunny amazing part of Querl's life. He's probably the biggest reason he has for going back in time at all. They know each other inside and out and have so many similarities that it hurts. Querl gets these stupid butterflies in his stomach every time Thad so much as pokes him and I can't- I just- I'm so sorry.

Rio- I can't even begin to describe how horrible I feel about this. Nelly has to be one of my favorite and one of the most imaginative and wonderful characters on here. I love her to bits and pieces. So does Querl, which makes it that much harder. I know your GB team isn't there. And that your Superwoman and Batwoman and the sort are also absent. I can't imagine what it would be like for Nelly to lose her brother figure too, on top of all this. Hell, Querl's team- His only real family- isn't even present on this site. Nelly is, besides Thad, the closest he has ever been with someone. She might not even know his real name, but they know a ton about each other, and hug and cuddle and oh god they even face the same challenges from their past and it brings me to fucking tears thinking about it. I don't want to leave Nelly without a Querl. With no more bedazzling adventures or mary poppins anons or sneaking around with giggles everywhere. It's killing me inside to think about. It really is, and it hurts. I love interacting with you and I don't want that to stop, and... And... Augh. 

And oh no oh no BRAINIAC- Why does this have to happen now? When the two are on such a bad note? Querl's really still super pissed at Brainiac. He feels kind of betrayed, thinking that this Brainiac might not be a complete villain. But then he goes and commits mass genocide and Querl's completely taken aback. And oh god Brainiac is probably the closest thing Querl's ever had to a decent father figure. I wanted to patch things up so badly. I want more sassy brainiac times that made me laugh so hard my sides hurt. I want more brainiac family drama that made my cry legitimate tears. Their relationship is so ridiculous and twisted and I really wish they could have sorted that out and become some sort of family again. I love talking to you so much. The brainiacfam is so heavily underrated and nobody ever plays the villains, let alone the brainiacal sort, and we talk so often ooc that this might just kill me the most. I really really feel like I've let you down on this one. Planning things that killed me on the inside because I didn't know if I would have the heart to go ahead with them. And... I'm so so so so so so so sorry. I don't want to lose my brainiac family I really really don't. 

I think I might try to reread my legion comics in their entirety, and try to get a hold of P-ZH Querl's muse. I love him so much, and I'm still rping on Y3K- 

Which might be part of the reason for this decline? I'm just going to be honest- Rping anything Legion is so hard on here. I have to explain every little detail over and over for every thread and bullshit reasons for being back in time in the first place. I always feel like my partners might think I'm calling bullshit concerning Querl a lot of times: his forcefield powers, his inability to speak english without telepathic earplugs, how he's a brainiac but not a villain but a hero, and oh man, trying to explain what an omnicom is- It's really tiring and really repetitive. 

And having no legionnaires is so hard too. Even when one does surface, they lose their muse in less than three weeks tops... This being mostly because there are no other legionnaires to know what they're talking about! Or to have a somewhat canon based rp with! It's really a lot more tiring than you'd believe. 

Y3K, though still not exactly canon, has been so great comparatively. People understand my references, I interact with characters that make sense, rps are so much less sporadic, and there's always a guarantee you'll get a reply at some point, and... And oh man, there is literally NO DRAMA AT ALL. While tumblr is a pit of drama. 

My muse for new-universe Querl has just been so much stronger than P-ZH tumblr Querl at the moment, and it's kind of choking out P-ZH, as much as I'm trying to salvage him. 

Not that I don't love tumblr and all of you on it, but... Oh man. I'm seriously still crying. I've been here for so long, and I love it, and I don't want to lose it. I really don't. 

School has been rough, ant that might be a reason too- I've been so tired all the time now. I've actually vomited a few times in the morning due to stress. With that on my shoulders, it's hard to think about rps I'm losing a muse for. And then there's practically everyone Querl thought of as a friend hiatusing, or deactivating, and and and

I'll... I'll reread the comics in my downtime, and try to find him again. I'll give a verdict about whether Querl will hiatus or not in a week or so. I really don't want to lose him, and it's hurting so much that I can't find him. I hope I get him back. I really do. 

Thanks for sticking with me all this time regardless. You are all seriously the best people I could have ever asked to meet. Don't forget that, okay? 

-Digit

[the5thbrainiac]

((Uh. I deleted the ask and that post, because you know what, the situation presented just went right over my head. I don't know what the best way to deal with that would be, and I'm not qualified to answer. My muse is definitely not, either. It was kind of an uncomfortable, on the spot question. 

Sorry, Roach. I suppose I just can't deal with really SJ-ey thin ice stuff like that, where if I say one thing wrong, I'll have people angry at me from both sides. 

This is supposed to be a recreational activity, not a reason to feel squeamish about your own words.

Iunno. Maybe I'm making a bigger deal out of this than I should, but I'm going to bed. It's late, and I can't think straight anyhow.))

[the5thbrainiac]

"It was asked mostly out of politeness, yes. It's nothing dire, I just though there was something you should probably know." Despite this being something most others close to him already knew, he was inexplicably nervous about telling Querl. Unsure of how he would react, or if he would even believe it. "You told me when I was...'intoxicated' that I had mentioned I was three hundred years old?"

"Three hundred and seventy two, to be precise." Querl replied, eyebrows lowering. This was a rather odd time to be reminiscing over strange and ridiculous shared experiences. Not that he would ever mind talking to Thaddeus at all, even about the most moronic things. Yet... This seemed a little, as it was called, 'out of the blue'. 

"Is there something significant about that number?"

[the5thbrainiac]

Querl? Would you happen to have time to talk?

"Mn? Thad, that question must be rhetorical. You should know more than anyone that I happen to have, quite literally, all the time in the world. ...Is there something the matter? Do you require assistance? Or is there simply a matter, pressing or not, that you find necessary to discuss?"

[the5thbrainiac]

"Fight Me" ((If you are still doing the drabbles))

"No, you should add mercury to the solution." "Are you insane, Querl? This would obviously work better with liquid tromium!" "Mercury." "Tromium." "Mercury!" "Tromium!" 

Querl grit his teeth slightly as Thad set down the test tube on the rack, turning to glare at him. The speedster's lips pursed, and his hands resting a bit above his hips. If the circumstances were different, Querl might have called the smaller boy 'adorable' in jest, but he knew better than that. Though five inches shorter than Querl, Thad was still quite dangerous. Quite frankly, he also didn't appreciate being called any form of 'cute' either. So, Querl just scowled right back at him. Neither of the two making any motion that would break their eye contact. 

"Mercury." "Liquid tromium." Both boys being rather headstrong, they knew this could go on all day. All night, even. After all, they were right. 

"What if we substituted liquid Nitrogen instead?" ".....I see no reason not to, I suppose." 

Querl had to call yet another clean-up crew on Legion World to take care of the aftermath of the explosion.