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[waywardblade.livejournal.com]

[there's a figure that should be familiar to some standing in the middle of town, face to the sky. It's Guy, but he looks rather different...his hair is down, for one thing, and he's wearing a loose white shirt that hasn't been ironed lately, and a pair of pants. That's it. No shoes. Even his usual collar is missing. He's got a somewhat bemused smile on his face, but his eyes are vacant, as if he's not quite all there.]

It looks the same...

[he laughs quietly to himself, and shakes his head. But he doesn't move, just stands there, hands in his pockets, staring at the sky. He doesn't even seem to notice the chill in the air.]



[ooc: I missed you guys. ;; smart_style and oneand0 -mun here with another one. He's also ten years older than canon and more than a little crazy. He comes from a post-ending RP where Auldrant went the bad-end route and died like the Score said. Soooo if you're not Asch or Jade, he probably thinks you're a hallucination. Because all his friends are dead. Have fun. :D]

Comments

guy being sad is like.....HORRIBLE. ;__;

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

Goodness, Guy! You're going to catch a cold if you don't put something warmer on! How can you be so irresponsible!

awwww yeah I'm pretty horrible ;;

[waywardblade.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't move for a moment, even after hearing her voice. In fact, he seems like a statue; there's no reaction, not even a blink. On the outside, at least.]

[Natalia. It's been some time since his mind decided to play this trick on him, and it has to be her, of all people. Well...it would be her.]

That's just like you, Natalia.

[slowly, his posture relaxes, and he turns to face her. But his smile is crooked, and his gaze seems to slide off her face like it's glass. Like he can't truly see her.]

it's okay your friend is here ;u;

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

Of course, I couldn't let one of my dearest friends freeze in the cold. Honestly you're just like Luke sometimes, never taking care of yourself.

Guy..? Are you..alright? Are you ill?

<3

[waywardblade.livejournal.com]

[he blinks at her, or at the scarf, rather. It feels real. But he doesn't react to her proximity like he used to. There's no trembling, no moving away...he thinks she isn't real, after all. So what is there to be afraid of?]

I'm fine. I've been like this for a while. It'll pass.

But it's good to see you, anyway. Even if it won't last.

B)

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

What do you mean it won't last? I'm aware we're in a different world, but once we return home...we have been writing letters after all. Both of us must wait patiently with Tear for Luke to come home.

[waywardblade.livejournal.com]

[he laughs, and it's short and a little breathless, devoid of warmth.]

You don't have to do this. I don't need to be lied to anymore. Especially not by my memories.

He's not coming back. He's not...not this time.

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

Your memories? Guy what sort of thing are you talking about. You speak as if I don't exist..

[waywardblade.livejournal.com]

Oh, you did.

[he picks up her hand now, holding it loosely.]

Amazing, isn't it? What someone's mind can do when they miss someone. You feel so real.

He did, too. But you're gone. All of you. You left me behind.

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

Guy you're being ridiculous. Did no one tell you about this place yet?

Please, let's get you inside at least, alright?

[waywardblade.livejournal.com]

[that's Natalia, all right. His memory is better than expected. He's not so far gone from himself that he won't humor her, at least.]

Of course they told me. A different world. They've got ships that can travel through the stars...amazing, isn't it? Just like the engineers in Sheridan were trying to do, with the rocket tower.

[he lifts his head a little, some of the old life coming back into his eyes at that...but it fades quickly.]

So they "saved" us. Whoever was willing to leave instead of dying with the planet like the Score predicted. Yeah, they told me.

Asch or Jade, you said? Good, because this one's also from ten years in the future! 8D

[nearlysenile.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind him passing by~ Oh! There was a face he didn't see every day. Might as well go bother him~ But of course, Jade notices the tattered clothing, and lack of shoes... He looked to be in bad shape.]

... It's been a while. [He walked over to stand next to him, looking up at the sky as well. His voice was a bit softer than usual. Soft Meanie.]

old man is old 8D

[waywardblade.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't move for a moment. That voice...so Jade was still alive after all. Asch had said he'd brought Guy to safety and then left again. They hadn't seen him since.]

Finally thought you'd stop by?

[he shifts, shivering, his body finally reacting to the air, even if his mind doesn't seem to notice.]

Come to put me away again, then? I don't remember coming here...did I hurt him again?

[his voice is oddly calm, almost nonchalant, but hollow at the same time.]

Old man has also been here a while and really should probably be 46, now. :|a

[nearlysenile.livejournal.com]

[It's not often when Jade is totally confounded, but this is one of those moments. ... He'll just go with the flow.]

Ah, it's back to this again... I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to explain, Guy.

[He's trying to keep his usual brand of cheeriness, but at the same time, he can sense there's something horribly wrong. Guy seemed to have lost his usual spark.]

Any gray hairs?

[waywardblade.livejournal.com]

Forgetting things in your old age again?

[that tone is almost like his normal joking one, but...it doesn't last.]

I guess that's pretty convenient. It would explain a lot of what I'm missing. Maybe you forgot you left your old friend in that cell in Daath.

[he tilts his head, an odd glint in his eyes.]

Couldn't even bother to visit once in a while.

Maybe a few.

[nearlysenile.livejournal.com]

...

[It was that glint that put him on guard. It appeared that this Guy's Jade had been less than kind to him... He felt an odd twinge of guilt, but brushed it off. It wasn't him, but another version of himself. It appeared he would have to be the one to explain. What a bother.]

Unfortunately, I'm not the one who did such a thing. I'm most likely not the Jade you are familiar with. Though I suppose none of this is making much sense. [Sigh. He's also keeping an eye on you, Guy. Wouldn't want a sword or a knife suddenly thrust through his gut.]

this Guy might give him a few more 8(

[waywardblade.livejournal.com]

[thankfully, Guy is unarmed...though it might be hard to tell from his loose sleeves. He doesn't seem underfed, at least, but the observant might notice that his muscle tone isn't what it used to be.]

Things stopped making sense a long time ago. I lost a lot of days. Weeks. You know who I thought he was?

[his mouth trembles a little before forming an insincere smile.]

Luke. I thought he was Luke. Because I couldn't stand remembering I tried to kill him. I tried to strangle him and he kept coming back--....

[he trails off for a moment, staring at empty space.]

Their hair...it's the color of blood, you know. Just like their father's.

... This Guy might actually get a sympathetic reaction from JADE.

[nearlysenile.livejournal.com]

[Oh... Things were starting to make sense. He'd, of course, seen this plenty of times. Prisoners driven mad from being locked away for so long. And to see this happen to Guy... His Guy was making a name for himself as Count Gardios and living his life happily. It almost hurt physically to see him like this. As much as he would never admit it, Guy was someone he would trust even if he couldn't throw him an inch.]

[Time for a bit of a topic switch to something more concrete.] How and when did all of this start, Guy?

it's official. the world has ended. oh wait...

[waywardblade.livejournal.com]

[a short laugh.]

How many reminders do you need?

They killed him and you couldn't do anything. The great Jade Curtiss. Sat there and watched him die.

God, you're horrible. LOL Okay, off to bed~!

[nearlysenile.livejournal.com]

No reminders, this is the first time I'm hearing this. As I said, I'm not the Jade you know. You're in a world where multiples of the same person end up. I've seen and talked to... well, myself. Several of them.

So please, if you could tell me exactly what happened.

[Not that he couldn't piece it together from what he was gathering. And it didn't sound like a pretty story at all...]

[foniclight]

[So Luke's just out and about and--hey! Have a bright smile, because Luke's HAPPY to see his best friend EVER.]

Guy! Guuuy! [He ran up to him, stopping only when he realized how worn he looked. ... And older. Wait, what?] Guy, what happened to you...?

1/2 ahhh sorry rl kept me busy for a while.

[waywardblade.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't move, still as stone. Doesn't blink. That voice calling his name, that tone--it makes him go cold. He thought he was done, he thought he was past it--he'd promised Asch to try. To stay with him, not to slip back into imagining what he missed, what was no longer there.]

[it's just not fair. Luke's absence has been a gaping wound in his chest for years, and his own mind continues to torment him.]

2/2

[waywardblade.livejournal.com]

Hah...

[he exhales heavily, finally. Of course. It's probably just Asch...and his mind is playing tricks on him again. It's best if Guy pretends everything is normal, that he's fine, so as not to worry him. Even if looking at that face makes him tremble, his throat tighten.]

Nothing. I'm fine. I guess I wandered outside without realizing it.

Me too. 8|;;;

[foniclight]

[Luke can sense something's wrong with his best friend. And he looks older, like that other Guy you play. He stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.] I mean... You look really...

[Frown. He doesn't know how to say it. Homeless? Ragged? 8|] Well, I guess if you're okay, then... Haha, it's been a while! [And he's back to being Luke again, hugging Guy around the waist. He missed his bff. ♥]

/shakes fist at rl

[waywardblade.livejournal.com]

[he's older than that one, even: early thirties, now. He doesn't react much to the contact, almost as if he can't feel it. But he does notice the hug after a moment, looking down.]

Okay as I'll ever be.

[he pauses for a moment.]

A while...? [Asch seems happy...has he been spending time in the kitchen again? That always seems to improve his mood.] Did I...lose time again? I don't remember.

/cuntpunts it.

[foniclight]

[That smile that he was trying to plaster back on is gone in an instant. Why does Guy sound so... sad?] I haven't seen you in months! I've just been stuck here with Asch. And some of the others, but mainly him. C'mon, we should get out of the snow before we freeze. This place turns into Keterburg during the winter... Brr! [And he just takes Guy's hand, smiling because BFF! 8D]