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capeandcowllogs2009-10-12 11:41 pm
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on the edge where the danger keeps us out of our heads
WHO: Brother Cavil ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bestmachine and Kyosuke Kiryu satisfiedsigner
WHERE: City streets
WHEN: Tuesday, ~5am
WARNINGS: Possibly swearing? Will edit as needed.
SUMMARY: Cavil is having a hard time coping with becoming human and decides the best way to deal with this is self-medicating away some helpful biological behavior. He runs into one of his least favorite people, instead. Surprisingly well-behaved hijinks ensue. We... hope.
FORMAT: Starting with paragraph, the rest can be anything!
It took a long time before he realized what he needed was sleep.
He just attributed it to the human weakness that filled his body and colored his vision, the new sluggishness to his movements, the frail reflection staring back at him in the half-shattered bathroom mirror. His veins were filled with blood made up of real blood cells, and his neural pathways were comprised of a collection of cells that had no silicone, only proteins and receptors and intracellular fluid. This was the weak, old man he promised to be but never really was.
This was everything he feared happening and never imagined would.
It's best to be prepared. No, he knew the Porter could take away the power it gave him with a flick of its mechanical wrists, but he never expected it to take away what he already had, the only thing that made him worthwhile. Every day, the City was taking more from him, pulling at him until he was meaningless and weak and obsolete. His memories. His identity. He could feel the human mortality ticking down like a stopwatch in time with the pulse in his neck. He watched the size of his future narrow.
And he wasn't going to stand for it.
This was temporary, yes, but it still made him livid, determined not to give in and then take revenge when he could. He made a decision to live his life as he had before, refusing to give the Porter the satisfaction of seeing him falter. But then the need for sleep came, the need he hadn't felt for a good twenty years-- and then came the memories of dreams of losing control-- and then the memories of losing control-- and then the fear--
The first time he fell asleep, it was dreamless, his head resting against the chair, his body sprawled on the floor. He didn't sleep for long before he realized he was asleep and panicked, giving himself a healthy blow to the jaw as his face slammed into the chair. The second time, it was longer, but he woke up trembling, sweating, and he didn't know why. The third time he wasn't going to let happen. There were ways to stop humans from sleeping, too, after all.
It was five in the morning when he started his way towards the convenience store. The autumn wind froze his nose in a way he hadn't remembered feeling before, but that could have been how it always was. It was getting hard to keep track these days.
bestmachine and Kyosuke Kiryu satisfiedsignerWHERE: City streets
WHEN: Tuesday, ~5am
WARNINGS: Possibly swearing? Will edit as needed.
SUMMARY: Cavil is having a hard time coping with becoming human and decides the best way to deal with this is self-medicating away some helpful biological behavior. He runs into one of his least favorite people, instead. Surprisingly well-behaved hijinks ensue. We... hope.
FORMAT: Starting with paragraph, the rest can be anything!
It took a long time before he realized what he needed was sleep.
He just attributed it to the human weakness that filled his body and colored his vision, the new sluggishness to his movements, the frail reflection staring back at him in the half-shattered bathroom mirror. His veins were filled with blood made up of real blood cells, and his neural pathways were comprised of a collection of cells that had no silicone, only proteins and receptors and intracellular fluid. This was the weak, old man he promised to be but never really was.
This was everything he feared happening and never imagined would.
It's best to be prepared. No, he knew the Porter could take away the power it gave him with a flick of its mechanical wrists, but he never expected it to take away what he already had, the only thing that made him worthwhile. Every day, the City was taking more from him, pulling at him until he was meaningless and weak and obsolete. His memories. His identity. He could feel the human mortality ticking down like a stopwatch in time with the pulse in his neck. He watched the size of his future narrow.
And he wasn't going to stand for it.
This was temporary, yes, but it still made him livid, determined not to give in and then take revenge when he could. He made a decision to live his life as he had before, refusing to give the Porter the satisfaction of seeing him falter. But then the need for sleep came, the need he hadn't felt for a good twenty years-- and then came the memories of dreams of losing control-- and then the memories of losing control-- and then the fear--
The first time he fell asleep, it was dreamless, his head resting against the chair, his body sprawled on the floor. He didn't sleep for long before he realized he was asleep and panicked, giving himself a healthy blow to the jaw as his face slammed into the chair. The second time, it was longer, but he woke up trembling, sweating, and he didn't know why. The third time he wasn't going to let happen. There were ways to stop humans from sleeping, too, after all.
It was five in the morning when he started his way towards the convenience store. The autumn wind froze his nose in a way he hadn't remembered feeling before, but that could have been how it always was. It was getting hard to keep track these days.
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Hatred of the local police force...that was something a little too familiar. Especially since, besides Saitou, he hated them all here too. And if he were really honest with himself, he didn't like that more police than Saitou were involved in this whole thing. Police had no business in affairs like this.
Except that it bothered Cavil too. He was more than okay with that.
"But in this city...so little police. Easy to avoid them. I had no trouble. Even to avoid Saitou."
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"Of course you do," he said, and he swallowed his rage like it was a bitter chemical, sneering and lowering his eyes before raising them to watch Kiryu once more. "But talk about ironic. Let me guess. You're out here because you're avoiding Saitou as well. How unfortunate that there seems to be trouble in paradise."
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"Bad guess," Kiryu said, smirking again. He wasn't about to tell Cavil that he was right. "Out here to get food. Doesn't involve Saitou."
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Especially if he was going to be asking questions like that. Of course, Cavil could probably find out easily with a quick stroll through the network; they hadn't really been hiding it since Alastair moved in.
"My business," Kiryu said with a shrug. "Friends are close usually. Would be no point in friends if that was different."
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"I am fine," he said. "No point in lying. But you will not believe that, I know. How are you?"