toten_sie: (trauma: toten sie)
Corporal Randel Oland ([personal profile] toten_sie) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-01-18 12:02 am

"They didn't break me. I broke myself." | open

Who: Randel Oland ([personal profile] toten_sie) & you
What: nightmares, stress, and catch-all
When: january
Where: olympia
Warning(s): nightmares; starters are marked; let me know if you'd like a starter @ yarnzipan on plurk


[ BACK TO WORK | shades darker | olympia red light district | open ]
[ Randel's been avoiding going out much if he can help it. He doesn't want to hear the muttering in the streets, doesn't want to hear the rumbling of war. It's better here at work, at the brothel. At the brothel, the noises of sex and pleasure, the laughter of people engaged in mindless enjoyment... it's a relief, to be somewhere where he doesn't have to think of it. The brothel is like the home he had before any of that darkness came into his life and he ends up spending time there even when he's technically off shift: not spending time with any of the workers there, 'paid' time anyway, just hanging around in the empty areas or dozing in the back alley behind the building.]

[ NIGHTMARES | park | around olympia | open - likelihood of nightmare discussion]
[ He has an apartment now. He'd been invited there by Reinhardt, but his sleep has been so terrible lately, he can't bring himself to go there. He can't bring himself to interrupt people's sleep or be a bother. That's why he's found a few spots around the city, in the parks, where he can have his nightmares. The Natha had done what they could, had calmed his sleep so far, but now there's nothing to be done about it. He's afraid, it feels like all the time, and more often than not, he shuffles on the ground in his sleep, waking with a scream. ]

[ TRYING TO HELP | deserter enclave | open ]
[ When he'd found out about people leaving the cities, leaving the war behind, it'd been like a revelation. He didn't have much for transportation, but he had his legs and a willingness to help, and since he'd been working for a month and spent so little, he also had the money to buy supplies. That's why he's been spending most of his time when he isn't at work going on trips to the deserters, delivering what he can and finding out what else they might need. He's considered staying there a time or two, but Abel's lessons and his own fear keep him returning to the city, to the safety of the brothel and the streets. He's a city creature, whatever else he is, and the outskirts are too wild for him to feel safe there.

Not to mention that he knows how fragile their safety is. They'd rolled through more than a few outposts in his time in the army, more than a few people who thought they could live outside of the troubles society.

In some ways, it makes him feel like what he's doing is pointless. But he has to do something, so he's trying to do what he figures the Lieutenant would do. These people are in need of war relief, even though the war hasn't even started yet, because started or not, it'd taken the people's homes from them. Until she woke up, until they all woke up, he would have to serve as Section III's representative... for whatever that's worth. ]


[ pirate stomping | flona cove | open - possible violence and psychological trauma ]
[ On the recommendation of one of the girls at brothel, he'd taken a ride out. It'd been rocky and a little awkward, as much because finding a beast big enough for him wasn't easy as anything else, but he'd figured he could use the animal to help him do a supply run as well, give some purpose to his trip. He'd gone a little far afield from that, since he was pretty much the worst sort of horseman, which is when he'd found the boats and gone to investigate. Creeping further, he'd discovered the pirates and what they were up to... and now, teeth in his lower lip, he's considering something... unpleasant.

The miners need their supplies.

Something like this could be misconstrued as a sort of attack.

It might even be an attack.

He needed to do something. His hand was itching towards his lantern. But... he really really didn't want to.]
eaudevamp: (ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛɪʟᴛ)

shades darker

[personal profile] eaudevamp 2018-01-19 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ This brothel was were Reign spent his time during the evenings and nights, offering his services as an escort. The recent events and what he'd heard on the streets, as well as from his friends, made him worry. Most people would have overlooked the darker areas of the brothel, but vampires like Reign had excellent eyesight, and of course he didn't miss the sight of a lone figure huddled in one corner.

Usually Reign wouldn't have bothered getting involved, but something made him approach the man. Turned out he's one of the bouncers he'd seen before. ]


Not on shift today?
eaudevamp: (ʟɪɢʜᴛ sʜᴀᴅᴇ)

[personal profile] eaudevamp 2018-01-20 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ It was quite easy to spot the bouncer, what with his massive size and height. So even in that dark corner, Reign could easily pick him out.

Reign held up a hand and shook his head, smiling in return. ]


No, it's all right. You can stay. I was just wondering what you're doing here. Not that you can't, even when off the job. Mind if I join you?

[ He waved toward the spot beside the man. ]
eaudevamp: (ᴘᴏʟɪᴛᴇ sᴇʟғ)

[personal profile] eaudevamp 2018-01-20 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Likely because Reign was raised of a noble status, he didn't question Randel's action, and had even expected it out of the man. Some habits die hard. But Reign murmured a word of thanks and sat down on the chair. Even this still put them at almost the same height when seated. ]

Have you been here long?

[ The question could apply to both the length of employment Randel had been at Shades Darker, or the length of time since the man had woken from stasis. ]

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gekkajuu: commissioned, please do not steal (夾竹桃の家の女)

let's stomp some pirates bru

[personal profile] gekkajuu 2018-01-19 11:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Atsushi is here without a mount this time, returned to Flona mostly to see if he can dive up some jewels again. He should have taken a mount after all: the train is expensive, now that he's not working at the Institute anymore. But what if the animal runs off while he's diving? He'd feel terrible!

On his way to a quiet lagoon that he hopes will yield some shinies, he's surprised to find a huge mount carefully tethered up, but of course there's no reason to presume that Atsushi would be the only one here. When Atsushi belatedly sees the giant man, the shock is not so much for his size (though that arguably doesn't help) as for the way he barely moves, making Atsushi slow to notice him - but when he does, the vibes of danger are overwhelming. Briefly, Atsushi considers turning back: conflict is the last thing he wants. But then he notices what the man is looking at.

Transforming his eyes, Atsushi confirms with a better look that it's not a pleasant scene out there in the distance. That's theft, isn't it? And with those ships - did they want to be pirates?! Maybe Atsushi shouldn't get involved, but he can't just let it happen, either.]


Um... excuse me...

[It's a very careful whisper that sounds far too loud to his own ears, considering how secretive they're being, and how much he's trying to stay out of sight of the pirates... which means hiding close to the giant man, whether he likes it or not. Atsushi is a little nervous; he can't help it. But he's also determined.

He's just. Not the greatest at coordinating a plan of attack, with too many potential variables.]


Could you please keep an eye on my things? I want to try and stop those pirates.

[Hold his non-existent flower. Or come kick ass with him; he's good either way.]
gekkajuu: commissioned, please do not steal (虎狩)

[personal profile] gekkajuu 2018-01-19 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maybe it's mean, but seeing the big man all silent and... shocked? nervous? something like that! is welcome reassurance to Atsushi. All right, he's got this. If a big guy like this is leaving it to him, he can definitely do it!

With a firm little nod in reply, as if they've officially decided to communicate only in that particular sub-set of body language, Atsushi puts his backpack (containing some simple tools, food, a change of clothes, and matches) down next to the big man.]


If you could call the authorities, that would be helpful.

[Atsushi has no idea what authorities, let alone whether they'd come out for something like this, but it's worth a shot.... probably.

Meanwhile he comes out of their hiding spot, transforming his arms and legs into oversized white tiger paws. It's just a split second that they're visible; then he digs his claws in, braces himself, and pushes off, running over the rocks towards the mining area.

He's fast, almost comically so for a skinny young man with too-big animal limbs. The pirates notice him a little too late, and are slow to raise the alarm even after that: it's hard to know what to make of a single person (or animal?) approaching like that. By the time they're preparing their defense, Atsushi is already jumping off a high cliff onto their ship, claws ready to strike.

He doesn't aim to kill, of course. He'd rather not hurt anyone more than necessary. But he'll knock people out with no remorse whatsoever (there's probably enough rope aboard the ship to tie everyone up eventually?), and he'll defend himself if attacked. His tiger limbs are conveniently bullet-proof, doubling as a shield; the rest of him is a lot less pirate-resistant, and he's not exactly being careful. He heals faster than most people, and he's got a negative sense of self-worth; the combination of logic and self-loathing makes him very likely to get injured to some degree.]

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Trying to help

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-01-20 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is another that indeed does the same thing. Reinhardt wants to do whatever he can to help those who need the help. Whether it's supplies or protection until the deserters are to the borders of an land that doesn't seem about to tear itself apart with an avoidable war.

He's grown accustomed to doing this alone. To traveling. Just him. His armor and his hammer. His horse and whatever supplies he can load upon the massive steed while he walks beside it. What he isn't expecting is to see someone else with that same idea.

He knows he's not subtle in his metal suit. It makes him seem even larger. But the helmet is off so all can see his face and know he's not a danger. He approaches, leading a white stallion large enough for a man of his size to ride. The horse is already loaded with supplies and he gives Randel a little look.]


Hallo friend. You must be tired, carrying all of that. If you wish, you can put it on Grani for a while. I have a feeling we are going to the same place.
panzersoldat: (beef heart)

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-01-21 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's noticed. It's hard not to notice someone as huge as himself not showing up when he's supposed to. But he doesn't blame Randel at all. He would never force someone to do something they didn't want to do.

The horse makes a small sound when it's loaded up more. Grani is made for this sort of thing and then some, so at the pat, there is a white nose pushing at Randel. Reinhardt's horse is very spoiled and thinks there is treats to be had.]


Of course. It's a lot for one man to carry. Now we share the burden and even more out there can be helped. Though I am glad to have run into you. The travelers tend to react badly to my armor at first. [ Not his fault really. It's very large armor and looks every bit like it's seen a great many wars. He's a walking tank and it's not really something those fleeing from a potential war might like to see. ]

Now I have a smiling face to help me distribute all of this.
earthy: ([ ? mistake ])

nightmares

[personal profile] earthy 2018-01-20 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Terra doesn't visit Olympia often these days, but when he does, he sticks to the parks and other less populated areas. Fewer locals to glower at him for having the audacity to wear a Wyver pin at the Holiday Ball. As if that small pin meant anything at all.

He's out walking in one of those parks when a piercing scream cuts through his thoughts. Someone in trouble? Sounds like they're nearby, too. He rushes off in the direction the sound came from and soon finds its source: some tall guy with a couple big scars on his face.

Doesn't seem like he's being attacked right now, though...]


Are you all right?
earthy: ([ ← troubled ])

[personal profile] earthy 2018-01-24 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Terra's eyes snap to the stranger's hand as it moves suddenly and there's a slight flinch on his part, the fingers of his right hand twitching at his side... but then the guy's only grasping for what looks like a lantern, of all things.

A little wrinkle of confusion comes and goes from his brow.]


I heard you scream.

[There's no one else around that he can see... Surely, it was this guy who cried out.]

Before I found you. [Before he was anywhere near him. He knows that much wasn't his startling him.] You sure you're okay?

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[Nightmares]

[personal profile] priorly 2018-01-21 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Prior's napping in a back office at Shades Darker, curled on a couch with a fur blanket he's fairly sure hasn't been previously used.

But he's also somewhere else. Waking into Randel's nightmare is disorienting at first, it's always disorientating, not being able to pinpoint the spot where his own dream ends and someone else's begins, walking through this meeting point of minds. He's learning the feel of it now, though. So he stops, and waits for the other dreamer to notice him.]
priorly: (➣ herald)

[personal profile] priorly 2018-02-01 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Fortunately - or unfortunately for both of them, Prior's watched a thousand worlds end a thousand times over, gifted with some particularly despairing divine vision - and though this dream isn't at all pretty, it can't begin to compare.

So. He's in a graveyard. And while back at Shades Darker he's asleep in more standard workwear, here he's in soft grey pyjamas with little pink flowers on. And a kimono.

The horrors don't seem to have noticed he's there. So, after a moment, when he manages to pull his hands away from his eyes, he claps them together.]


Now you stop that. Let him go, he has somewhere else to be.

[And he's walking toward the blood, toward the gore - his own hand out but only as an offer. He won't drag Randel anywhere.

Behind him, a door cuts through the sky and through it... daylight. Green leaves, and a statue standing over a fountain.]

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beknight: ([ jl ] 164.)

parks.

[personal profile] beknight 2018-03-29 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As soon as he's well enough to walk, he walks. Returning to Diana's apartment rather than his own, for the sake of keeping peace between them. He can sleep if he's tired (which he has been, for too long) but he's done enough staying in one place for the week to feel there's a different quota he needs to fill. The parks have a few ghosts. One more isn't going to bother anyone. ]

[ The scream (fear, Bruce smells it) draws him like a starved wolf. ]

Hey. [ Soft, clear. ] Here.

[ He offers a bar of chocolate. ]
beknight: ([ jl ] 78.)

[personal profile] beknight 2018-03-29 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's what he's kept in his belt, not to placate, but to deploy. The ones that had hit hardest in those early days had been children, and it took — time, delicacy. He has the patience of a mountain when he wants it, and for the vulnerable, it was endless. ]

It helps.

[ Brusque, not forceful. It's grotesquely intimate, watching someone's worst fears play across their sleeping face. He wouldn't be so charitable to the person rousing him, but Bruce's nightmares are nearly always experienced alone, and after, left to be brutal in ways that only cut him. ]

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