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Chuck Shurley | God ([personal profile] paterelohim) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs2012-05-26 09:58 pm

OPEN log; and forgive us our trespasses

Who: Chuck Shurley and YOU
When: anytime from May 23rd onward
Where: your character's dreams
Summary: Dream-creeping for absolution of guilt and plague relief.
Warnings: TBA

[Chuck knows there's only one way to really cure people of this disease. He starts creeping into dreams, starting very early Wednesday morning. It's as easy as going to sleep and slipping quietly into a dream, even if he doesn't recognize the dreamer, as naturally as if he were an extension of their own subconscious.

But he isn't nice about it.

They get nightmares: called up images of whatever festers at the dark center of their conscience. A vivid recollection of what's keeping them sick, so He might learn about it, make them confront it, and talk them through it like their own personal Yoda or Jiminy Cricket.

They might find themselves caught in it, only for a hand to reach out to them and yank them from the horror into a much calmer dream- Chuck's hand. They might have Chuck standing beside them, watching the horror, only for it to melt away. They might find themselves sitting on a couch with him, watching the memory on TV. There are a thousand possibilities.

No matter what, all the dreams will (hopefully) end the same: with Chuck slipping away, having given them (hopefully) some internal forgiveness and the kind of absolution that only comes from God.]


((OOC: so obviously, Chuck is wandering through giving out absolution with his God-powers. Every thread might NOT end in total forgiveness or absolution, depending on the severity of your character's guilt AND how cooperative with the conversation your character is- but everyone who comments WILL at least show improvement of symptoms. Unless we OOC-ly work out something else, I would really strongly prefer that your character NOT remember that Chuck specifically was in their dream.

If you comment, please put their name and the date/time in the subject line, and describe the source of their guilt in the comment. Chuck will show up in an already))
guerrilla_morph: (It's morphing time!)

Pretend this is a mountain goat icon

[personal profile] guerrilla_morph 2012-05-29 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
She's gone.

Both of them: gone. It's over. The game is done, Marco as the winner.

So why does he feel as though he lost everything? What is it called, when a victory isn't a victory? Oh right: pyrrhic victory. That's what this feels to Marco.

And who wins, in the end? Visser Three? He's still alive. But the Hork-Bajir, the Chee, his friends, they are all alive -

where are they? Where is Jake and the others?

The silence is far more dangerous than the noise of death from above. Marco turns and he sees a man. Older man, with a beard and all. Boring, plain guy who probably spends more time in an university than his own house.

Marco stares at him through the eyes of the goat, unblinking as the man walks down the mountain, heading toward Marco's direction.
guerrilla_morph: (It's morphing time!)

[personal profile] guerrilla_morph 2012-05-30 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
< I'm not, > Marco lies, feeling himself retreating into the recesses of the goat's simplistic mind, where it doesn't care about dead mothers or parasites, but only the need to climb to find more grass and escape predators. No, goats cannot cry.

< There's nothing to cry or feel bad about when you do the right thing. The only thing. >
guerrilla_morph: (it's easer to grieve than to laugh)

[personal profile] guerrilla_morph 2012-06-02 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
< One life. One life versus, what, five billion? Five billion lives and counting. So what if I lost everything? At least I haven't lost the big picture. One mother dies . . . > he trails off, trying to get a hold of himself. For some reason the goat mind is slipping away, leaving Marco totally alone. < And billions of mothers can survive and live without ever being enslaved. >

Marco's mind turns dark, looking for something to place this awful feeling inside of him, like claws made out of nails digging out of his throat. < And it better to die free than live a slave. Always better. >
guerrilla_morph: (my god people STOP BEING STUPID)

[personal profile] guerrilla_morph 2012-06-03 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"What OTHER WAYS?!" Marco yells and he is no longer a mountain goat but a boy once more.

No one gets it, because there is only a group of kids standing between the Yeerks and total human enslavement. How can anyone understand the pressure of it? The times when you look at the abyss and the abyss doesn't just stare, it actively tells you it will kill you and everything you ever loved.

"There were no other options, never have been! Do I risk everyones' identities and lives simply because I want her back? I can't die because Dad will lose it too. We are out numbered, out gunned,so when we take a shot, we take it."
guerrilla_morph: (filling weapons in the form of words)

[personal profile] guerrilla_morph 2012-06-09 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
"See, that's the fucking point," Marco says harshly, pointing a finger at Chuck. The resemblance to his mother is astounding, really. "We hurt the innocent to stop evil. Innocent Hork-Bajir, Taxxons, everything that ever got caught up in this war, we had to hurt them one way or the other. There's no point in making any peace with that, only that we did to take another step closer to winning it."

And then he laughs, but there is no humor in it, it is harsh and unyielding as the might of the grizzly bear.

"And every time we do, we fall back two steps. So there's nothing fair about it - nothing is fair."

At the mention of his mother, Marco's face darken into the terrible rage that he rarely shows to everyone - except Jake. Always Jake. Jake knows Marco's hatred, knows how deep it can go, how it can drip down and coat everything.

"I'm the kind of person that gets things done," Marco replies stonily. "And if Visser One ever does anything that even hints of her doing the exact same thing she and her kind ever done in this island, I will do whatever it takes to put her down. No one needs Visser One."

But I want my mother, is that little voice inside him quip quietly.
guerrilla_morph: (i'm starting to get ptsd guys watch out)

[personal profile] guerrilla_morph 2012-06-12 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"She's still dangerous," Marco snapped back, the wind picking up speed and now howling at their ears. "Visser One knows how to fake humanity very well, enough to fool even the most suspicious paranoid creep. She has god knows what kind of knowledge of advanced Yeerk technology that she can sell for the highest bidder, for either SERO or AGI or god knows what else on this godforsaken island. She can persuade people to be on her side. Me? I'm just a kid. I don't have any of my friends here, no allies, nothing. I can't afford to trust anyone with this. One wrong person, one wrong move and I'm worse than dead."

Marco sighed and suddenly flops down on the coach. The mountain summit is gone, and there is only the empty, sad living room of Marco and his father's - and now Nora's - house. The TV is on, the sound is mute.

"She thought I was a Controller once. It doesn't take a genius to know that I'm not a Controller any more - or maybe she suspected that I never was in the first place. There are no way outs in this, just like back home when she realized I'm an Andalite bandit. No Yeerk was ever supposed to know, especially not the leader of the entire Yeerk military."