acatalepsy_logs | [OPEN] Well. That Didn't Go Quite As Planned

Who: EVERYONE
Where: The Temple of Beginnings
When: Immediately After The End.
Rating: PG-13, may vary by thread
What: You fall, you pick yourself back up and you move on. Or at least, you try.

Fished Out Of Water
One minute, you are witnessing the fabric of an entire world implode as it is literally ripped apart by powers unknown. The next, that tell-tale twist somewhere beneath your sternum, before you are bodily YANKED away from Akvos, away from the ocean and the Queen and the King and the Princess.

And land back on (mostly) solid, dry ground.

Welcome back to the Temple of Beginnings. Don't worry, there's no hurry for you to get back up just yet.

Hey, Howya Doin'?
Once you do get back up, now is the time to be taking stock of the situation - yours, your friends, and even those new merfolk neighbours (who may need a hand getting their fins back into the water). There is also the missing members of the Circle to consider: people who disappeared on the journey to Akvos, and those who never made it back..

(There's also that small matter with a certain 'witchess-san' that may be a cause for concern to some more than others.)

Whatever the case, it's a lot to process right now. Take the time you have, because you don't know if it'll be enough for what you need.

[[ OOC: Here's an open post for threads reacting to the end of the Akvos world hop. Feel free to use the above prompts, and/or make your own! ]]

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[He doesn't look up at her, just listens and grimaces down at the ground and tries to pummel himself into being the adult, here. She's obviously - delicate, is probably the word, needs kid gloves that Hank can't seem to pull on all the way. She apologizes, probably for the rock thing, and then puts herself down so hard for all that other shit that Hank can't even pretend to be frustrated with her about it. It's not a trick he loves being on the other end of, being played into feeling pity instead of anger, or whatever else it was he would of been feeling right now, but she's a kid, and he was supposed to be careful with her, and he wasn't.

Okay. He can start this up again, this adult thing. Give it another try.

He sighs.]

I guess we're both sorry. Just- tell people what's gonna go down before you do shit like that, okay? I don't need to see some kid- fuck, I just don't need to see that kind of thing today. But we're both sorry, it's fine, let's move on.

[He can do better than that.]

I'm sorry for going off like that. Don't apologize for complaining to me, okay? I wouldn't of told you to sit down if I didn't want to hear what you have to say. So uh, go ahead and talk if you need to, and I'll keep my mouth shut. Promise.

[He tries a smile again, still wry, still faint, still the best he can do.]

I’m saying a lot now, but...the truth is, I’m not good at being honest. I think that...I’m only able to tell you about this is because I don’t know you.

Besides, I think...I’ve already said plenty.

[Excavating herself like this is cathartic, though. And very much so. She has to stop and wonder. Was it so easy because he’s a stranger? Or was it the fact that she saw he was struggling too? He must get this from a lot of people her age, but...there’s a bit of him that reminds him of her Father. But then, she could never be honest with him, either.]

I probably should have asked this earlier, but...Who are you, exactly...?

[That actually gets some distant cousin of laughter out of Hank, a huff of air and an amused tilt to his eyebrows.]

So you tell me you can only talk to me cause I'm a stranger and then you ask me who I am? Maybe I shouldn't tell you. Maybe I should just let you keep thinkin of me as 'that weirdo who cries on his dog'.

[He tilts the neck of his bottle toward said dog and then, as he speaks, toward himself, doing the introductions.]

He's Sumo, if you need a name here. I'm an asshole. Nice to meet you, I guess. Nice as anything can be, right now.

[He shrugs a shoulder and then starts to hold out his free hand for her to shake, remembers his 'power', and changes the gesture into rubbing at his pants, instead. He aims a tight, unhappy smile at the ground, then at her. Not every introduction needs a handshake. It's fine.]

[Ayano frowns at the almost-handshake. Maybe he’s being careful touching her because of the thing with the rock? She doesn’t know.]

It’s easier because you’re a stranger, but that doesn’t mean I should keep you that way because it’s more convenient for me...

[She’ll bow at his dog instead.]

But it’s nice to meet you, Sumo.

Sumo and...I’m definitely not calling you “A-hole”.

[He raises his eyebrows, watching her bow, and looks a little amused at the way she says his self appointed nickname.]

You're one of those kids, huh? Well, uh. You know Sumo's name now, if you can talk to him about the stuff you need to talk about, I'll tell you my name. If not you're just gonna have to think of something else to call me, this place is bad enough without even havin a stranger or two to talk to. I already got one nickname anyway, maybe yours'll be more honest.

[OPEN] Well. That Didn't Go Quite As Planned

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