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ataraxionlogs2014-04-28 10:42 am
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CHARACTERS: Ianto Jones, OPEN
LOCATION: The Gardens
WARNINGS: Minor depictions of PTSD and Stockholm Syndrome, mentions of physical and mental abuse, cannibalism and body horror
SUMMARY: Ianto is back on the TQ, only a little worse for wear physically after the rescue team stormed Melkor's base. Now he has to work through the mental and emotional aftermath.
NOTES: Responses may be from both Ianto and Jack. Former captives are especially welcome!
They've temporarily relocated to the gardens, he and Jack. On finally returning to the Tranquility, Ianto had surprised even himself by nearly panicking at the enclosed dimness of their quarters. He'd insisted on checking on Myfanwy in a way that had fooled absolutely no one, especially not Jack, and they'd headed to the gardens immediately. Ianto had needed the light, the open brightness.
His wrists and neck are still chafed and sore, bite marks having broken open the skin around his wrists where he'd tried to chew through his bonds. He'd refused to go to the medbay and have it all bandaged; he didn't need medical attention, not like the others did. Jack had ultimately insisted on bandaging it all himself and Ianto had acquiesced.
He keeps close to Jack at all times, partially out of an unspoken fear that they'll be forcefully parted again, partially because he knows Jack can't be as alright as he's pretending to be, not after what Melkor did to him.
And that, he thinks, is his fault too. A lot of things are his fault. The worst of it is that there's some small part of him that feels bad for betraying Melkor. And that's crazy, it's some kind of bizarre misplaced sympathy, but knowing that doesn't help get rid of it.
As he recalls the almost crazed need he'd had to get back to the Tranquility, he wonders what else has been done to his mind.
CHARACTERS: Godric, Eric, Thranduil, Seraphim, generally OPEN to garden inhabitants
LOCATION: The Gardens
WARNINGS: Depictions and mentions of mental and emotional trauma
SUMMARY: Godric set out to rescue his progeny and his bonded from Melkor, and now they're back safely if not entirely alright. Torn between keeping an eye on both, he's brought Seraphim to the gardens to stay with them.
NOTES:
[A] Being torn between two bonds is something that can fray the nerves of even the strongest vampire. Eric would be his priority in most cases, but Eric is with Thranduil for now, something that gives him leave enough to focus on Seraphim.
Only after being assured that she's none the worse for wear does he go with her to collect some of her things, insisting that she remain close to him for now. She gives no protest, still shaken from her experience. Godric can feel it, the tremors along their bond less than they had been, but still not entirely settled. She likely won't be fully settled for some time yet.
[B] Once Godric is assured that Seraphim is settled nearby, he seeks out his child. Eric's emotional state has been battering him through their bond for so long that he itches to be near him, to take the pain and torment from him. Thranduil's presence is a boon, and a great comfort. He expects to find them together.
LOCATION: The Gardens
WARNINGS: Minor depictions of PTSD and Stockholm Syndrome, mentions of physical and mental abuse, cannibalism and body horror
SUMMARY: Ianto is back on the TQ, only a little worse for wear physically after the rescue team stormed Melkor's base. Now he has to work through the mental and emotional aftermath.
NOTES: Responses may be from both Ianto and Jack. Former captives are especially welcome!
They've temporarily relocated to the gardens, he and Jack. On finally returning to the Tranquility, Ianto had surprised even himself by nearly panicking at the enclosed dimness of their quarters. He'd insisted on checking on Myfanwy in a way that had fooled absolutely no one, especially not Jack, and they'd headed to the gardens immediately. Ianto had needed the light, the open brightness.
His wrists and neck are still chafed and sore, bite marks having broken open the skin around his wrists where he'd tried to chew through his bonds. He'd refused to go to the medbay and have it all bandaged; he didn't need medical attention, not like the others did. Jack had ultimately insisted on bandaging it all himself and Ianto had acquiesced.
He keeps close to Jack at all times, partially out of an unspoken fear that they'll be forcefully parted again, partially because he knows Jack can't be as alright as he's pretending to be, not after what Melkor did to him.
And that, he thinks, is his fault too. A lot of things are his fault. The worst of it is that there's some small part of him that feels bad for betraying Melkor. And that's crazy, it's some kind of bizarre misplaced sympathy, but knowing that doesn't help get rid of it.
As he recalls the almost crazed need he'd had to get back to the Tranquility, he wonders what else has been done to his mind.
CHARACTERS: Godric, Eric, Thranduil, Seraphim, generally OPEN to garden inhabitants
LOCATION: The Gardens
WARNINGS: Depictions and mentions of mental and emotional trauma
SUMMARY: Godric set out to rescue his progeny and his bonded from Melkor, and now they're back safely if not entirely alright. Torn between keeping an eye on both, he's brought Seraphim to the gardens to stay with them.
NOTES:
[A] Being torn between two bonds is something that can fray the nerves of even the strongest vampire. Eric would be his priority in most cases, but Eric is with Thranduil for now, something that gives him leave enough to focus on Seraphim.
Only after being assured that she's none the worse for wear does he go with her to collect some of her things, insisting that she remain close to him for now. She gives no protest, still shaken from her experience. Godric can feel it, the tremors along their bond less than they had been, but still not entirely settled. She likely won't be fully settled for some time yet.
[B] Once Godric is assured that Seraphim is settled nearby, he seeks out his child. Eric's emotional state has been battering him through their bond for so long that he itches to be near him, to take the pain and torment from him. Thranduil's presence is a boon, and a great comfort. He expects to find them together.
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Charles went a little bugfuck, you see, and while she's had rather complicated feelings about humans with pretty mutations lately, that doesn't mean she'd wish upon them lugubrious drunken depression that seems to be plaguing her brother in the days since the return. Or worse, the eerie compulsions that Charles had suffered before the onset of his mood symptoms-- and worse than that, even, the probable traumatic symptoms that the kidnappees no doubt must be suffering. The days after the Cuban Missile Crisis, she'd had a hard time sleeping; every time she closed her eyes, she saw fifty warheads suspended in the air, growing their shadows across the sea...
She might feel a little responsible for some of the abductees, too. After all, she bore them across her shoulders, traded burdens, promised to help them with their dead-- and followed through. Raven may be tentative with her alliances to the non-mutants, these days, but follow through has always been important to her. She's in the garden now, twisting her red-haired head to and fro, searching the trees for familiar faces.
"Heather," she calls out, stepping past the shadow of a tree. "Mr. Ianto?"
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Unsteady as he still is, he can manage a smile for her as he leans unselfconsciously into Jack.
"Raven. Looking for Miss Mason?" And there's a sore spot; Heather Mason's barbed comments had dug deep only days ago, and he has yet to seek her out and apologize for his duplicity. He's not up for it.
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He doesn't miss the way that Ianto leans closer towards him as she approaches and he snakes his arm around Ianto's waist supportively, smiling cautiously as he looks between the pair of them. "No miss anyone here, I'm afraid, other than yourself," he says, trying to lighten the mood a little.
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She'd have a charming line or three about the way they're finally meeting, for once, under pleasant circumstances, but when she steps into view Jack comes into view.
Shock stops her mouth open, vacuums a gasp into her lungs. She claps her scaly hands over her mouth hard enough to feel like a punch in the teeth for an ordinary person, probably, but she's not ordinary, she's only very extremely aghast at the man who fills her yellow eyes with the distinct memory of a corpse's weight across her back. The reek of death. Flames. She'd been thinking the whole time, how stupid Erik would tell her this was, collecting the dead. Not even mutant dead.
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"It's alright! He's alright, he's—" He looks apprehensively, apologetically to Jack. "She helped me carry you out, when you were..."
Oh, hell. Even knowing that some people aboard now know about Jack's secret, he finds himself tongue-tied over saying the words. It's never been his secret to tell, so his voice cuts off before he can say the words dead or immortal.
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"Shit," Jack says, because it's the most eloquent thing he can think of in the moment. Well, he supposes that that's one more person who knows about his little immortality trick, or soon will, since they owe it to her to explain this. She did carry his body out of a burning building, after all. He raises his hands in front of him in a similar gesture to Ianto's, gently placating as he steps forward toward her.
"Easy, easy," he says. "Listen, I - we can explain." He's probably going to need Ianto's help on this after all. Especially considering the last and only time she's ever encountered him was when he had been very, very dead.
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But Jack was so dead.
She breathes in. She breathes out. Slowly, she curls her blue fingers away from her mouth, smoothing down the scales of her own forearms in an absent-minded, slightly bizarre gesture, a throwaway from back when she used to actually wear clothes and find some comfort in arranging herself. "Wh--what do you mean explain?"
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They need to explain this quickly, with a minimum of fuss.
"He can't die," Ianto blurts out, very suddenly, before snapping his mouth shut and taking on an awkward expression. He looks at Jack helplessly, having a new appreciation about how ridiculously difficult it must be to break this to people, even after the proof.
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"It's true," he confirms. "Well. Not completely. I can die. I just. Don't stay dead. Something happened to me. A long time ago, before I had even heard of the Tranquility, so if you're worried about the ship doing something like this to you, at least you don't have to worry about that, right?" He crooks a smile slightly at his poor attempt at humor, although it really is quite poor and he recognizes that.
He takes in a deep breath, before continuing. "Ianto says that you're the one that carried me out. Is that right?"
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She is perfectly in control of her mouth, actually. One breath in, one breath out, and her response turns out perfectly, entirely articulate: "Yeah, that's me. You can call me Mystique." Her eyes look the living dead man over once, twice and again, brows cinching in the middle of her forehead before she makes herself relax. So as not to seem rude. He seems terribly whole, is all.
A beat.
"I'm glad he asked me to," she says, finally trying on a smile. "I can't say I understood at the time."
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"I'm sorry about that, but this is why I wouldn't leave without him. I know I wasn't exactly clear and coherent at the time, so I can't thank you enough for humoring me when it might have put you at risk." He pauses, his brow furrowing in mild confusion. "Mystique? I thought it was Raven?"
He's going to be really embarrassed if he got her name wrong. He's sure she said Raven, but his mind was more than a little haywire when they were so very briefly introduced.
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Jack shrugs at her words. "I'm not sure that there would have been a way to describe it that would have made sense, other than to say that if you left me there in that burning building, I would be likely to revive somewhere in the middle of being burned to a crisp. And that, I can safely say, is one of the few deaths I have not and hope to never find out what it's like to feel."
Pleasant, Jack. Maybe you should focus on the topics that Ianto is offering instead. "Mystique," he says, repeating the name and rattling it around his brain a little. "That's quite the name." He can understand wanting a persona as much as anyone, though. His real name isn't Jack Harkness either.
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It's a friendlier piece of flexibility than she might have offered if she hadn't just found out about Jack's strange ability. She grins at Ianto reassuringly, not offended either way-- a little flattered, even, that he remembered how she'd introduced herself the second time they met. They need not speak of the first. She turns to his partner after a moment, offering him a hand. She has a good strong handshake, if she'll take it.
"I'm glad we got you back in one piece and done rare," she says. "Are you guys mutants, or how is it you can do that?"
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"Mutants?" He's clearly unfamiliar with the term in this context. He shakes his head, more in mystification than direct denial.
"Not that I'm aware of. I'm just your average human." He leaves it to Jack to choose what to mention about himself.
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Jack takes a breath in. Is he a mutant? He's certainly not normal. He used to be human, but these days, he's not so sure anymore. Now's not really the time for a crisis of identity though, so Jack swallows those questions down and shakes his head.
"Not a mutant, no. I'm..." Wow, this never gets easier to describe. He glances sideways at Ianto, grateful that he's there even if he doesn't quite know why, before he continues. "I guess you could describe it as being a fixed point in space and time. I can't die. Not permanently. I... Reset. Apparently I can give anyone with temporal sensitivity one hell of a headache."
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--well, herself slower than most. "That sounds like a pretty good deal," she notes though, in a moment, thoughtfully. "I mean, if it doesn't bother you to watch-- the people you love get old, and. Stuff like that." There's a lapsing pause. Raven frowns, her eyes falling for a fraction of a second. Way to think about things he probably should have considered back when Hank came out with his initial run of her DNA, right?
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Jack takes in a deep and steadying breath himself at how unknowingly she really has hit the nail on the head. "It's a pretty good deal in some cases," he confirms. "And a pretty shitty deal in other ways. Like that, for example." The look in his eyes speaks volumes, of all the people he has loved and lost, of all the suffering he has felt in that. Ianto's death among them. But he smiles at her despite it. "It is what it is I guess."
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Not since she cheered Alex into carving up a statue and half the garden at the CIA base has Raven actually put her foot in it quite so bad. Hidden by her scales, she blushes full and bright, feels her face get hot. Her yellow eyes fall to the ground, and then she forces them up again, taking an uneasy breath. "Sorry," she says. "S-sorry. Honestly. I'm, um. I'm just facing something similar. But I should have kept my mouth shut."
She reaches out suddenly, her blue hand tentative at first, questioning as she tries to rest her fingers on Jack's shoulder, channel apology through touch. "I'm honored you told me." There's a smile for Ianto too, weak.