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sirenspull_logs2012-08-21 11:58 am
corks) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-08-21 11:58 am
i am a stranger in a strange land
Who: Jacob and youuuuu
When: In the morning of August 21
Where: Around the entire city, but in mostly quiet places
Summary: Jacob is being introspective and generally doing good things around the city, and is totally open to be bothered.
Warnings: G for GOD FIGURE DOING GOOD but it could vary, depending on your character.
If there's one thing that could be noted about Jacob when one sees him, it's how quiet he is.
Of course, not many people talk when they're out and about, more preoccupied with their thoughts than the people around them, but what's so odd about being around Jacob is how every sound seems to dim when one's nearby him, as if the world would rather be silent than infringe on anything he has to say.
One might notice him walking around, looking deceptively ordinary in his neat white collared shirt and black pants. And it looks like he's helping out in subtle ways- he buys an apple and hands it to a young and very grimy boy in a nearby alley, murmuring a few kind words before moving on. He rests a hand on the shoulder of a grieving mother weeping over a portrait of her son, and she stops crying- before she can even understand what happened to her, Jacob is gone.
And, maybe, just maybe, he'll approach you, smiling as if he's your long-lost father, ready to help with whatever his child needs.
After all, in dark times, don't you need a bit of hope to help yourself move on?
[ooc: Jacob is a sort of god-like figure in his canon and has powers like omniscience and a fate-changing touch, so therefore that affects his relations with the people around him a lot! Please fill out his permission post if you could! It'll help me out a lot about how much he can know about your character, thank you.]
When: In the morning of August 21
Where: Around the entire city, but in mostly quiet places
Summary: Jacob is being introspective and generally doing good things around the city, and is totally open to be bothered.
Warnings: G for GOD FIGURE DOING GOOD but it could vary, depending on your character.
If there's one thing that could be noted about Jacob when one sees him, it's how quiet he is.
Of course, not many people talk when they're out and about, more preoccupied with their thoughts than the people around them, but what's so odd about being around Jacob is how every sound seems to dim when one's nearby him, as if the world would rather be silent than infringe on anything he has to say.
One might notice him walking around, looking deceptively ordinary in his neat white collared shirt and black pants. And it looks like he's helping out in subtle ways- he buys an apple and hands it to a young and very grimy boy in a nearby alley, murmuring a few kind words before moving on. He rests a hand on the shoulder of a grieving mother weeping over a portrait of her son, and she stops crying- before she can even understand what happened to her, Jacob is gone.
And, maybe, just maybe, he'll approach you, smiling as if he's your long-lost father, ready to help with whatever his child needs.
After all, in dark times, don't you need a bit of hope to help yourself move on?
[ooc: Jacob is a sort of god-like figure in his canon and has powers like omniscience and a fate-changing touch, so therefore that affects his relations with the people around him a lot! Please fill out his permission post if you could! It'll help me out a lot about how much he can know about your character, thank you.]
Sector 6, not too far from Grant Stadium and Sports Center, late morning?
fine with me!
Hello, Erik. It's been a while since I've seen you. What are you doing?
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Hello Jacob.
[He smiles a little and holds up the bar - the bottom third is ornately decorated, down to veins ten times smaller than a human hair in the leaves on the vines.]
I found this, discarded like it was trash.
[So he was making something beautiful with it.]
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So you're turning it into the beautiful thing that it is. How nice.
Are you going to do the rest of it?
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He slides forward a bit so Jacob didn't have to look up so much and motioned the ladder down. Magneto has pretty much claimed the fire escape for his treehouse, but Jacob can come up if he'd like.]
Yes. People don't see how useful something is if it isn't also pleasing to look at.
Or see that broken things still have a purpose.
[He nods.]
Birds at the top, I think. I'm not sure yet.
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Well, some people are just quick to judge. Sometimes they take too much at face value...but that doesn't mean they can't find the beauty if someone shows them.
Birds would be good. Whatever you think is best, Erik.
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And even more have no desire to listen. How many people do you find who are willing to see?
[Faith in humanity was at an all time low - the Hunts had just sunk it.
He kept working, in half inch sections.]
Not many would say that to me.
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[And he tilts his head at that.]
Why not? It's your project. I'm hardly going to dictate how it should be done.
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[He tilts is head a little.]
Trust isn't something most would use in the same sentence as me.
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[Jacob lets out a slight sigh. Oh, Magneto. What is he going to do with you?]
Well...if it means anything, I trust you.
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It does.
[He answers without looking at Jacob, while still working on the rebar, mostly to cover how much it actually means. He is aware how few people trust him and how badly that tends to end.]
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[Jacob falls into his usual customary silence, watching the deign coming to shape before his eyes before he glances back at Magneto.]
How many people do you think trust you here, Erik?
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Less than six.
[It's an almost automatic response, followed by a look.]
No, less than eight. Although all varying degrees of trust.
Sector 5 park, early morning
And it helped to have Mimsy along. Morning sirens had rung about 30 minutes ago, and they'd been out since then, running and working and trying to shake the cobwebs of night away.
They stopped on the edge of a park, Kevin's breath coming hard and fast. Mimsy sat down next to him, her tongue lolling out. She yipped in excitement when he pulled out the bottle and poured some water into her mouth, before giving him some. Then he pulled out the ball and gave it a good toss, take the chance to stretch while she chased it.
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He's just standing not too far away, watching Mimsy run out after the ball with a gentle smile. He never had any pets back on the island. But still, he always had a touch of fondness for them. Taking care of a creature who loved you all the more in return...it was a sweet image to think about.
Eventually, he tears away his gaze to smile over at her owner. 'How long have you had her?"
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How did one address an archangel? Hell if he knew. Bad pun. BAD PUN.
Mimsy came running back and dropped the ball at Kevin's feet. Then she tore off as he lobbed it into the park again.
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He shakes his head before holding up his hands, as if in apology. "Oh. I'm not Lucifer. Not at all. I'm Jacob. I may share his face, but trust me, Lucifer and I are very different from one another."
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Kevin doesn't quite know what to say to that. He cleared his throat after a moment. "Oh. Beggin' ya pardon, sir." He stooped and "fought" over the ball with Mimsy for a moment. He tipped water over her tongue again.
She lapped it up swiftly, then wagged her tail back and forth, waiting for the ball. Kevin tossed it for her again. "I'm Kevin Ford, sir. It's nice t'meet ya."
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"I'm guessing you don't get along with Lucifer, do you? You seemed nervous."
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He didn't want to bother the archangels.
Mimsy came back, dropping the ball again. She finally noticed the other man. She trotted over and began sniffing around his feet.
"Mimsy, don't bother 'im." Kevin wasn't sure he trusted that someone wearing Lucifer's face wasn't powerful.
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But Jacob lets the question settle in the back of his mind without passing judgement on it. If Lucifer saved Kevin, then that was that. It was a fact. Of course, the details were curious, but he would allow Kevin to explain if he felt like it. No pushing here.
At the dog's approach though, his smile widens as he leans down to address her himself in a slightly playful tone. "Oh, that's alright. I'm sure she isn't bothering me at all, are you, Mimsy?"
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Her tongue flopped out of her mouth, as she thumped her tail against the ground. YOU SAY WORDS! YOU ARE PAL?
Kevin used a gloved hand to shove long hair out of his face. He really needed a hair cut, but there wasn't anyone he quite trusted to do it, any more.
"Yes sir." Kevin agreed. "He did. Him an' his brother."
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"Ah, his brother?" He looks up at Kevin. "Michael, right? I stay where he lives, you know. He's been very kind to me since I've arrived, even if I do look like Lucifer's vessel...it's a rather odd situation, I admit."
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Mimsy wiggled forward and flopped on her back. Her tail wagged, taking her back end with it. BELLY RUBS NEW PAL?
"They, uh, gave me a place t'stay, when I needed it." Because SERO had messed him up. He took a deep breath. "Must be a little strange alrigh'."
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"It is, but honestly? I've seen stranger. And that's very nice of them- you didn't know them from your own world, so you got acquainted with them here." He frowns slightly, though it's more of a thinking expression than anything. "Are they like anything you had imagined? Or did you not follow religion that well back home?"
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Kevin rolled his eyes at Mimsy. She was always so happy to see anyone that would give her belly rubs. She was thoroughly spoiled.
"I... Daddy an' I went t'church. Ms. Amelia would take me on Wednesdays." He pulled off his gloves, wiping off the sweat from his palms. "I... dunno what I believed." That was, at least, honest. Because after his mutation, he had turned his on all religion.
God, the one he'd grown up with, wasn't supposed to be so cruel as to turn him into a reaper, who destroyed everyone.
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He eventually stops, giving Mimsy a few pats on the head before standing back up and giving Kevin a level look.
"Kevin...," He begins to speak, which is strange because had Kevin never mentioned his name before in this conversation. "You're not a bad person, you know. You may think you are, but you're not."
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Kevin turned at the sound of his name. Then, his shoulders bunched and he yanked his gloves on almost violently. His face hid behind the long hair he'd just been shoving out of his face a moment ago.
Then, he took a deep breath and did the psychic exercises he remembered from the institute. No. No one else was getting into his brain. Not here, not anywhere.
"Beggin' ya pardon, sir, but ya don't know what ya talkin' 'bout." His shoulders were so tight, he could barely breathe. "If'n y'all will excuse us, I gotta get t'work. It was right nice meetin' ya sir. C'mon Mimsy."
Southern politeness at its passive aggressive finest.
Sector 5 Park mid-late morning?
Then, because she didn't want to wear out her welcome, she decided to go for a walk, stopping by her house long enough to get her wolf pup Kyra to join her. She's a little perturbed lately, lost in thought, but she's seeking the quiet of the island herself. But the wolf puppy is too cute to be gloomy around. How can anyone be gloomy around a wolfpup? Well she's not really a puppy anymore but still!
Sure!
Jacob sees the wolf pup first- it's not often that one finds a wolf wandering around the city, after all, and especially one as young as that- but then his gaze turns to the woman beside her, and his attention is definitely caught more by her than the animal.
So he approaches, waving and smiling genially at Ella, face devoid of any ill intent. "That's a very nice...that is a wolf, isn't it? I haven't seen one like this out in the open before."
Awesome :3
"Yes, she is. She's been with me since she was a few weeks old - I suppose I should have released her back to the wild, but she seems to like sticking around." Plus Ella would be lonely.
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"How did you get her?"
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"Well, I was walking home from work when I saw a pet store offering common and exotic animals for a good home. I saw Kyra here, and just immediately fell in love, so I adopted her. Funny enough, My stepsister," errgh. "Went and adopted a cat the same day. Well, bought a cat, to be more accurate."
Sector four, mid morning, a hole in the wall coffee shop near Skye Medical.
The newcomer had to play catch up, after all. They didn't know how much, was all.
She felt a bit guilty, lying about her exams. Anyone would. But she needed the work, and she wanted to help. Nothing wrong with that, right? She had the experience. She had more experience than many of the people who were probably let in without a thought.
Martha flipped through the pages, trying to pick up real information from her skimming. Apparently people were deciding if Void tech had a place in hospitals. She'd only just learned what Void tech was. Instead of reading the article in depth, again, she sat back and held her cup close to her chest.
She knew she could do this. She just...wasn't sure how.
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He's just standing there with a cup of coffee in his right hand, gesturing with the other to the chair across from her. Which is strange, really- there are plenty of free chairs and tables around her that could be taken.
But before she could probably ask about it, he glances at the journal lying in front of her. "Oh, a medical one? Any interesting finds?"
Sector 10, afternoonish.
He slinks through the slums, head down, hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched, stepping quickly enough to be about his business and not linger. For someone who couldn't stop himself from looking fastidiously orderly if he tried, he doesn't actually stand out too much. He looks everywhere, picking out places he can be of use. He leans casually against a heavy brick wall cloven by a deep crack, a broken down darkness shelter from an earlier era. He can't replace the bricks that have been lost, but other materials trapped below (rotted wood, rusted steel beams, crumbled concrete and insulation) are still all there, slowly turning solid and seamless again.
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Jacob turns his head away from a decayed poster he was trying to read on the side of a building, blue eyes following Dillon as he walks by. When the young man finally stops and leans against a wall not too far away, Jacob makes his move, walking calmly down the same path Dillon took.
When he finally reaches where Dillon is standing, he almost makes as if to pass by him. But then he suddenly pauses, and he only slightly turns his head back towards this new person of interest he's found.
"...You're helping out too, aren't you?"