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[It was difficult to celebrate a holiday under the effects of mind control, no matter how subtle. So he'd postponed his plans, just a few days. The exact date wasn't of much importance to him - they hadn't even had this day in Tazmily - but the spirit of it . . . That was what he wanted to honor.
He holds a single sunflower, the mass of roots and dirt cupped between his hands as he makes his way to a corner of the park he had sought out for this purpose. It may be that it would be gone the next day, but . . . if he could have this for a day, that would be enough. Enough time to sit, to think . . . to remember and to reflect. A large insect of some sort sits atop his shoulder and chitters away curiously. He ignores it, for the time being, and sets the flower down carefully against the grass. He takes ahold of his trowel and begins to dig.
The work is not hard. The hole is made before long, and gently, he lowers the flower, nestling it within the hollow. He pats the dirt down, adjusts the leaves and petals . . . finds a rock and sets it before the golden flower. He begins to speak aloud as he carefully scratches away.]
Little stinkbug... You've recorded the history of my world, right? You remember everything Leder said to us that day. Right before we went to face Porky for the last time. To remind us in case we forgot . . . if we forgot what it is we were fighting for.
So... I want you to record something else, too. Is that OK? ... Something... Something just as important. Not in case I forget. I couldn't ever forget. But because . . . it's something that should always be remembered. No matter how much time passes. A hundred years from now, I want people to remember her name...
She saved the Nowhere Islands. Not me and Boney, or Kumatora, or Duster. If it weren't for her... I would have died a long time ago.
Her name was Hinawa. My mom. Hinawa.
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[Sometime later, he sits by himself in front of the rock that reads, 'HINAWA - A loving mother'. The stinkbug is gone. Lucas draws his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them.]
It's been a long time. It's better... that you're not here anymore. All of the things that've happened since you left - not much of it was good. I wish . . . I really wish that I don't see you again. Because thinking about you here, going through drones and Grady and ... and giant robots and things. It hurts a lot more thinking about that than thinking that you're happy where you are now.
Are you happy? You and Claus . . . I'm not smart enough to understand where you might be, but if you're at home and you're watching everyone and you're worried that I'm not there . . . Please don't. I'll be OK. I promise. I want you to rest. You shouldn't have to worry about me anymore or about our world. That's... It's all taken care of. You've done everything you needed to. So. You shouldn't worry.
And I won't worry, either. Even if I never see you again... Even if I never see you again as long as I'm alive. That'll be a good thing. Because it means ... you don't have to try to protect me. It means you can be at peace. And . . . I'll be OK. Because no matter how much time passes, I'll always remember. Everything about you. The way you smile, the way you laugh. The way I feel when you're near me. If I remember all of that... I'll be OK.
Things always keep on changing, no mater how much I wish they wouldn't. I'm growing up here, without you and Dad. I outgrew another shirt last week. It was one I've had since I got here, so... I didn't want to throw it away. That's silly, right?... It's hard to think that I might be here until I'm an adult, but... I think, too, that you did such a good job the first ten years that I'll be alright by myself.
No matter what.......... I'll definitely be alright.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. That's what they say here. I love you.
((Either action/conversation can be responded to, though if you have little to no CR with Lucas, I'd prefer you not overhear the second prompt.))
[It was difficult to celebrate a holiday under the effects of mind control, no matter how subtle. So he'd postponed his plans, just a few days. The exact date wasn't of much importance to him - they hadn't even had this day in Tazmily - but the spirit of it . . . That was what he wanted to honor.
He holds a single sunflower, the mass of roots and dirt cupped between his hands as he makes his way to a corner of the park he had sought out for this purpose. It may be that it would be gone the next day, but . . . if he could have this for a day, that would be enough. Enough time to sit, to think . . . to remember and to reflect. A large insect of some sort sits atop his shoulder and chitters away curiously. He ignores it, for the time being, and sets the flower down carefully against the grass. He takes ahold of his trowel and begins to dig.
The work is not hard. The hole is made before long, and gently, he lowers the flower, nestling it within the hollow. He pats the dirt down, adjusts the leaves and petals . . . finds a rock and sets it before the golden flower. He begins to speak aloud as he carefully scratches away.]
Little stinkbug... You've recorded the history of my world, right? You remember everything Leder said to us that day. Right before we went to face Porky for the last time. To remind us in case we forgot . . . if we forgot what it is we were fighting for.
So... I want you to record something else, too. Is that OK? ... Something... Something just as important. Not in case I forget. I couldn't ever forget. But because . . . it's something that should always be remembered. No matter how much time passes. A hundred years from now, I want people to remember her name...
She saved the Nowhere Islands. Not me and Boney, or Kumatora, or Duster. If it weren't for her... I would have died a long time ago.
Her name was Hinawa. My mom. Hinawa.
[action 2]
[Sometime later, he sits by himself in front of the rock that reads, 'HINAWA - A loving mother'. The stinkbug is gone. Lucas draws his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them.]
It's been a long time. It's better... that you're not here anymore. All of the things that've happened since you left - not much of it was good. I wish . . . I really wish that I don't see you again. Because thinking about you here, going through drones and Grady and ... and giant robots and things. It hurts a lot more thinking about that than thinking that you're happy where you are now.
Are you happy? You and Claus . . . I'm not smart enough to understand where you might be, but if you're at home and you're watching everyone and you're worried that I'm not there . . . Please don't. I'll be OK. I promise. I want you to rest. You shouldn't have to worry about me anymore or about our world. That's... It's all taken care of. You've done everything you needed to. So. You shouldn't worry.
And I won't worry, either. Even if I never see you again... Even if I never see you again as long as I'm alive. That'll be a good thing. Because it means ... you don't have to try to protect me. It means you can be at peace. And . . . I'll be OK. Because no matter how much time passes, I'll always remember. Everything about you. The way you smile, the way you laugh. The way I feel when you're near me. If I remember all of that... I'll be OK.
Things always keep on changing, no mater how much I wish they wouldn't. I'm growing up here, without you and Dad. I outgrew another shirt last week. It was one I've had since I got here, so... I didn't want to throw it away. That's silly, right?... It's hard to think that I might be here until I'm an adult, but... I think, too, that you did such a good job the first ten years that I'll be alright by myself.
No matter what.......... I'll definitely be alright.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. That's what they say here. I love you.
((Either action/conversation can be responded to, though if you have little to no CR with Lucas, I'd prefer you not overhear the second prompt.))
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Date: 2011-05-17 03:40 am (UTC)[Pretty sure some government got their bodies.]
They thought Brooklyn was a post apocalyptic ☠☠☠☠ hole and wanted me to fix it.
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Date: 2011-05-17 04:01 am (UTC)Were you able to fix it?
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Date: 2011-05-17 11:30 am (UTC)[Not at all.]
No, you can't really fix the problems in Brooklyn by beating it up. It's up to the people in charge and money to fix the problem but they'll never get around to it.
I did help stomp an organization of bad guys bent on ruining the world though. They were recruiting super hero teams too, so we took them down.
[Used to work for them, but at least someone in his team figured out the problem.]
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Date: 2011-05-18 01:29 am (UTC)What if your team was put in charge? It sounds like you might know how to improve things better than the people who're in charge right now.
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Date: 2011-05-18 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-18 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-18 12:25 pm (UTC)[If he didn't do the planning.]
Then we'd have to hope New York City elected someone that isn't a pile of ☠☠☠☠.
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Date: 2011-05-19 04:33 am (UTC)Didn't you say the man who killed you was in town, too? Dirk ... something?
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Date: 2011-05-19 12:32 pm (UTC)[Doesn't matter after the zombie apocalypse.]
Dirk Anger. He didn't kill me, he just used to be our boss before we found out he was bank rolled by the bad guys.
He hit us with a lot of crazy ☠☠☠☠, but we beat him in the end... or he crashed himself trying to kill us. Same difference.
Anyways, he's now smiling and calling me Mr. Matthews like the rest of the drones in town. I figured if anyone was too crazy for this town to brainwash it'd be him but... you know how it goes.
If you run into them, Tabby and Elsa were also part of the team I was on, and their in town too. Tabby's kinda slow, but she can wreck your ☠☠☠☠. Elsa is a scary Brit, so don't tell her anything I did wrong or she's going to make me regret it.
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Date: 2011-05-22 03:20 am (UTC)...I'll think of nice things to say, then. Um. "The Captain is really nice and a great man and he always fights hard even if he dies a lot. And he built -- tried to build a treehouse for us once, too."
How does that sound?
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Date: 2011-05-22 03:40 am (UTC)... How about keeping it short and simple? Like The Captain has been doing super hero things and been keeping out of trouble?
[He's also bad at lying to the gang so this would go over so well.]
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Date: 2011-05-22 04:00 am (UTC)...What about the time you attacked the robot? That was really heroic!
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Date: 2011-05-22 04:05 am (UTC)You mean the Milk Man one?
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Date: 2011-05-22 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-22 04:36 am (UTC)[Since he got knocked out early.]
Seriously though, it almost felt like back home. All our powers, fighting something insane.