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- dc comics: cissie king-jones,
- dc comics: jason todd,
- dc comics: stephanie brown,
- dc comics: tim drake-wayne,
- detroit: become human: hank anderson,
- ff8: nida nomura,
- ff8: seifer almasy,
- ff8: squall leonhart,
- kingdom hearts: aqua,
- marvel comics: billy kaplan,
- marvel comics: david alleyne,
- marvel comics: tommy shepherd,
- mcu: yondu udonta,
- silent hill: sharon da silva,
- warhammer 40k: aleifr bjornsson,
- warhammer 40k: mira nero
ya gotta wanna be a battering ram
WHO: The entire dang city.
WHAT: Dualis Days, a week-long summer celebration.
WHERE: Central Square Park and the rest of the city.
WHEN: June 17-23.
WARNINGS: Terrorist violence, likely some blood and injuries. Please warn in individual threads!
June 17; Central Square Park.
Every year for as far back as anyone can remember, the start of summer is heralded by the week-long festival known as Dualis Days. This celebration officially kicks off at midday in the middle of Central Square Park with a commencement speech by the current mayor. This year marks Marcelina Dubanowski's third term as mayor of Dualis; she is an average-sized, middle-aged human-presenting woman with blonde hair styled in a short bob and a plastic, toothy smile that never seems to turn entirely off.
"Welcome, one and all!" she begins, with the practiced cadence of someone who is quite comfortable with public speaking. She invites all citizens, new and old, to spend the next week indulging in festivities in all districts of the city and getting to know their neighbors a little better. This is a joyous time of celebration, and the crowd responds with enthusiastic applause as the mayor finishes her speech and introduces this year's parade marshall, Peshtigo Tengfei.
Tengfei blows a whistle six times to signal the start of the parade - and this is where the celebration goes sideways.
A loud explosion tears through the air, and it's followed by panicked screams and the sharp screech of microphone feedback. A bomb has gone off at the platform where the mayor was standing, collapsing the wood and tearing it to splinters and dust. Chaos erupts in the gathered crowd, and as the people shift in all directions to get clear of any possible additional bombs, a loud siren cuts through the cacophony, calling attention to the sudden crackle of video feed present on all television screens throughout the city, including those set up in the park to broadcast the mayor's speech for those standing far from the stage. The picture is plain, a black background and bold white block letters filling the screen:
WAKE UP
WAKE UP
DON'T BELIEVE THE LIES
The final image is an anatomical graphic of a human heart, displayed for about three seconds, and then the feed goes black again.
Confused murmurs sweep through the crowd as citizens resume tending to the injured and evacuating the area until official first responders arrive.
June 17-23; aftermath around the city.
Dualis Days continues as scheduled, though Mayor Dubanowski is unable to enjoy the festival, as she is spending the week in the hospital recovering from her injuries. A team of Iterations guard her door - no visitors allowed - but the news media frequently report updates on her condition. Nothing to worry about, folks! Return to your celebrations, and don't mind the increased visible presence of the Hand as Iterations are stationed every few blocks throughout the city. It's only for your protection, after all.
WHAT: Dualis Days, a week-long summer celebration.
WHERE: Central Square Park and the rest of the city.
WHEN: June 17-23.
WARNINGS: Terrorist violence, likely some blood and injuries. Please warn in individual threads!
June 17; Central Square Park.
Every year for as far back as anyone can remember, the start of summer is heralded by the week-long festival known as Dualis Days. This celebration officially kicks off at midday in the middle of Central Square Park with a commencement speech by the current mayor. This year marks Marcelina Dubanowski's third term as mayor of Dualis; she is an average-sized, middle-aged human-presenting woman with blonde hair styled in a short bob and a plastic, toothy smile that never seems to turn entirely off.
"Welcome, one and all!" she begins, with the practiced cadence of someone who is quite comfortable with public speaking. She invites all citizens, new and old, to spend the next week indulging in festivities in all districts of the city and getting to know their neighbors a little better. This is a joyous time of celebration, and the crowd responds with enthusiastic applause as the mayor finishes her speech and introduces this year's parade marshall, Peshtigo Tengfei.
Tengfei blows a whistle six times to signal the start of the parade - and this is where the celebration goes sideways.
A loud explosion tears through the air, and it's followed by panicked screams and the sharp screech of microphone feedback. A bomb has gone off at the platform where the mayor was standing, collapsing the wood and tearing it to splinters and dust. Chaos erupts in the gathered crowd, and as the people shift in all directions to get clear of any possible additional bombs, a loud siren cuts through the cacophony, calling attention to the sudden crackle of video feed present on all television screens throughout the city, including those set up in the park to broadcast the mayor's speech for those standing far from the stage. The picture is plain, a black background and bold white block letters filling the screen:
WAKE UP
DON'T BELIEVE THE LIES
The final image is an anatomical graphic of a human heart, displayed for about three seconds, and then the feed goes black again.
Confused murmurs sweep through the crowd as citizens resume tending to the injured and evacuating the area until official first responders arrive.
June 17-23; aftermath around the city.
Dualis Days continues as scheduled, though Mayor Dubanowski is unable to enjoy the festival, as she is spending the week in the hospital recovering from her injuries. A team of Iterations guard her door - no visitors allowed - but the news media frequently report updates on her condition. Nothing to worry about, folks! Return to your celebrations, and don't mind the increased visible presence of the Hand as Iterations are stationed every few blocks throughout the city. It's only for your protection, after all.
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"You're... healthy though, right? Except for the whole getting tazed thing? We could get you to a doctor if there's any lingering wounds."
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They're not hard to find, thankfully, so he just strides out after them. "Hey you two, who's hungry?" He calls, moving to join them.
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He releases his hair and raises his head, dragging both hands down his face when Seifer arrives. "I'm fine," he repeats, tense but not actually angry with his other brother.
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He doesn't bother to explain anything else to Seifer, just starts walking toward the dorms.
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Fine does not equal not hungry, Jason, and frankly Jason looks a little hangry as far as Seifer can tell. He'll hook him up with a not-bloody shirt while he's at it. As for Nida, he does frown, but nods and watches him go. Probably better they have some time apart.
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Maybe he is hangry. Jason can't remember what he last ate or how long ago it was, and he was dead for a while between then and now, so he's not really in a good position to make that assessment of his own state. He knows he's tired. He knows he's angry and hurt and significantly stressed, and he's wrapped up more in his own mind than present in his body, so he doesn't notice if he's hungry.
Partly because he's too tired to put up much of a fight and partly because he imagines Seifer isn't going to take an answer of no as easily as Nida (not that it was easy with him, either), Jason sighs loudly and nods. "Sure, I guess," he says, and holds out his hand to accept the dog tags. "You gonna take me to a 'no shirt, no service' kinda place? 'Cause we might have a problem." Given Jason's current shirtless state.
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It's exactly as Seifer figured, coming back from the dead has to be hard on the body. Maybe he could use something to eat. Something to eat somewhere calm that he can rest when he's done. Catch back up to his brain.
"Nah, I'll cook for us. Let's head back to the dorms, I'm sure I've got a shirt I can give you." He plops the dog tags in Jason's hand, nodding in approval. No, he won't take no lying down, just come eat and reassure them both that he's alive and going to be alright. Then he can go sulk or do whatever it is a Jason do.
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Jason gives the dog tags a long looking-over before he slips the chain over his head to hang around his neck. That gesture alone should indicate that he wants this family he’s found, this pair of brothers who care about him more than most of the people he’s had in his life. He nods.
“Lead the way? I got picked up by the cops before I ever made it to the dorms.”
Shall we fade out here?
The gestures enough. As he turns to lead the way Seifer offers a faint nod, satisfied. Nothing else needs to be said on the matter. They were still family, they were still going to try. Hiccups and road bumps were bound to happen. But so long as they stick together they'll figure out how to make it through.
"Yeah, come with me. This place is pretty confusing but I think I know the way back." At least the dorms don't wander too far.
sounds good to me!
He laughs quietly at his own joke, and it's the most human-sounding laugh he's expressed since he woke up here. Maybe he'll be OK after all.