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wilderlogs2018-03-28 09:02 am
outofresets) wrote in wilderlogs2018-03-28 09:02 am
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The Bored and the Restless [Open]
Who: Bart Allen and You
What: Imp's activity throughout their stay at the groups first camp sight.
Where: Melai Temple
When: All throught the week at Melai
Warnings/Notes: None at the moment, will update if nessisary.
1. General Work and Meandering
[ It's hard to catch this kid staying in any one place around the temple for too long. He can't seem to sit still or consecrate on just one objective for more than an hour or two. Often he's keeping himself busy exploring the new environment or making projects for himself, working in the kitchen cooking to the best of his abilities (mostly very watery "soup" or boiled veggies), taking spare clothing and trying to turn them in to shabby makeshift "packs" that he's happy enough to hand out. He's also taken an interest in the few Kodama in the area, following them around and watching them, and he may wander into camp with a brave one or two sitting on his shoulder or head if he can manage to coax them into it.
Group members may also end up with a peach dropping on their head when he's up in the surrounding trees collecting fruit or find him digging around for carrots and turnips, passing out some of his meagerly cooked food, or they might catch him wandering out into the woods with some of it. ]
2. Sleep Like You're Running on Speedforce Energy
[ It becomes quickly apparent throughout the week that Imp's sleeping patterns are erratic, to say the least. He doesn't sleep as often as seems healthy, and even when he does he's a light sleeper, woken up by something as simple as someone else walking too close to him.
The first night he doesn't sleep at all, and barely even tries. The second and third he gets about an hour or two of sleep and might be found taking spontaneous micro naps throughout the day on the third. More often than not he's falling asleep in the middle of one of his projects when he gets bored of them, though he might also be found curled up in odd places, particularly around the statues where the music emanating from them is more likely to lull him to sleep and keep him from being startled awake quite as easily. And the week just goes on like that. While he gets a full nights sleep once in a while, it's pretty clear nights like that are the exception to the rule for him.
Fellow night owls might find him wandering around aimlessly at night, going out into the woods the first few nights or coming up and asking if he can sit with them when he gets bored of being alone. ]
3. Can I Borrow a Cup'a Magic?
[ A lot of time is also spent around the temple and woods experimenting with his new magic powers, and anyone in camp who's shown some ability to use magic is likely to have the kid pop in on them at some point, excitedly asking- ]
Hey! Can you shoot me with some of your magic?
4. Practice Makes - Whoops sorry about that!
[ And when he's not leaching magic off of others in the group, he's stocking up on binding spells and casting them around the camp. For the time being, he's keeping it to bugs unlucky enough to be found in the temple, particularly in the kitchen. Unfortunately, he's not so great at aiming yet and seemingly has no idea how big the range for this spell actually is.
While trying to bind a stink bug, he misfires and hits someone in the room with him, sticking them in place with magic chains. ]
What: Imp's activity throughout their stay at the groups first camp sight.
Where: Melai Temple
When: All throught the week at Melai
Warnings/Notes: None at the moment, will update if nessisary.
1. General Work and Meandering
[ It's hard to catch this kid staying in any one place around the temple for too long. He can't seem to sit still or consecrate on just one objective for more than an hour or two. Often he's keeping himself busy exploring the new environment or making projects for himself, working in the kitchen cooking to the best of his abilities (mostly very watery "soup" or boiled veggies), taking spare clothing and trying to turn them in to shabby makeshift "packs" that he's happy enough to hand out. He's also taken an interest in the few Kodama in the area, following them around and watching them, and he may wander into camp with a brave one or two sitting on his shoulder or head if he can manage to coax them into it.
Group members may also end up with a peach dropping on their head when he's up in the surrounding trees collecting fruit or find him digging around for carrots and turnips, passing out some of his meagerly cooked food, or they might catch him wandering out into the woods with some of it. ]
2. Sleep Like You're Running on Speedforce Energy
[ It becomes quickly apparent throughout the week that Imp's sleeping patterns are erratic, to say the least. He doesn't sleep as often as seems healthy, and even when he does he's a light sleeper, woken up by something as simple as someone else walking too close to him.
The first night he doesn't sleep at all, and barely even tries. The second and third he gets about an hour or two of sleep and might be found taking spontaneous micro naps throughout the day on the third. More often than not he's falling asleep in the middle of one of his projects when he gets bored of them, though he might also be found curled up in odd places, particularly around the statues where the music emanating from them is more likely to lull him to sleep and keep him from being startled awake quite as easily. And the week just goes on like that. While he gets a full nights sleep once in a while, it's pretty clear nights like that are the exception to the rule for him.
Fellow night owls might find him wandering around aimlessly at night, going out into the woods the first few nights or coming up and asking if he can sit with them when he gets bored of being alone. ]
3. Can I Borrow a Cup'a Magic?
[ A lot of time is also spent around the temple and woods experimenting with his new magic powers, and anyone in camp who's shown some ability to use magic is likely to have the kid pop in on them at some point, excitedly asking- ]
Hey! Can you shoot me with some of your magic?
4. Practice Makes - Whoops sorry about that!
[ And when he's not leaching magic off of others in the group, he's stocking up on binding spells and casting them around the camp. For the time being, he's keeping it to bugs unlucky enough to be found in the temple, particularly in the kitchen. Unfortunately, he's not so great at aiming yet and seemingly has no idea how big the range for this spell actually is.
While trying to bind a stink bug, he misfires and hits someone in the room with him, sticking them in place with magic chains. ]
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[ Which probably meant he was going to have to force himself to adjust his sleep patterns to something more normal. If he could.
Dixon's assurance that the group would keep him safe while he slept was a bit unexpected (though with his continued insistence that he and the other "kids" need to be protected, maybe it shouldn't have been), but it's enough to make Bart give the man a small appreciative smile. ]
That's not it exactly, but thanks. It's nice ta hear.
[It's true that for speedsters stopping or slowing down was just about the most dangerous thing the could do. Slade's words and actions from only a few days ago still ring in his head, punctuating that fact; "You may be able to leap around at the speed of sound, but you stopped for a second, and then you became a target".
Nasshead.
And maybe to some extent, it was some kind of speedster instinct that had something to do with his bad sleeping habits; why it was often easy to fall asleep in the cramped Supercycle with his friends around him after a big battle, but it could take him four hours to fall asleep alone in his own bed. Still, he rarely ever consciously put much thought into his own well being, let alone let the thought of his own possible demise stop him from doing something. He'd always just figured it was more due to a mix of too much pent-up energy, a mind that wouldn't settle down and knowing he could get away with very little sleep for at least a few nights at a time.
When Dixon offers to be more quiet, he shakes his head.]
Nah, you're good. Probably would'a got up soon anyway, and I'm good with talkin'.
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He's relieved that Bart's alright with talking, because he's desperate to occupy himself somehow. God, he does not want to be alone with his thoughts, and he's rapidly running out the patience of everyone else here, it seems. He doesn't blame them, given that he's pretty sick of himself at this point, too, and hasn't exactly shown that he's about to be useful in this whole ordeal. He's the definition of "dead weight" here, sick, detoxing, cranky dead weight.
So Bart's outright doing him a kindness, even if the kid doesn't know it. Dixon knows it. He feels a swell of gratitude and goodwill, relief, even, as just like that Bart crosses into someone Dixon likes. Someone to talk at and be concerned about.]
So where are you from? We're a little outnumbered here by all the Northerners. [He takes another long drag, fidgets some more, runs his hand absently over the the smooth burn scars and the new texture there.] I'm from Missouri. Ebbing. One stoplight.
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[ Once again, he's probably giving away more information about himself than he really should. But then, it wasn't exactly a secret in his own universe, he was just considered small-time enough that most villains outside of his own little rogue's gallery usually didn't care to track him down anyway. Why go after Impulse when you can go for the Flash?
And in his mind, he couldn't see how telling people he was from Manchester was any different from Robin saying he was from Gotham. Despite the fact that you could probably fit at least ten Manchester's inside of Gotham. ]
Had to move to Keystone in Kansas recently though. It's right on that Kansas and Missouri line actually.
[ He doesn't bother adding a size description because it's Keystone. One of the twin cities and home of The Flash! It didn't really need an introduction as far as he knew. ]
Might have been through Ebbing before.
[ Then again that wasn't saying much, he'd been through just about everywhere at some point or another. Certainly plenty of small towns. Enough that they kind of blur together after a while.
Seeing Dixon run his hand over the scaring on his face he finally took notice of the fact that it was looking a lot better than before. There was a temptation to ask if someone had healed it for him, but he gets as far as opening his mouth to speak before he remembers that he seemed touchy about it before, and got that odd look, and then he closes his mouth, thinking better of it. ]
Got any good places to eat there?
[ He would remember good food. ]
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[There are a lot of places he hasn't been. He has a sudden realization that he may never see them now, that they probably don't exist here. It's not like he wanted to see Atlanta or New Orleans, but he feels a bit wistful that the option no longer exists.]
In Ebbing? I mean, you got J. Arthur's, which is where people go if they want to do anything fancy. But as far as stuff you can get just passing through there ain't much. And you don't really pass through it anyway, on account of it being tucked back there on its own.
[Even unable to find any common location, there's a certain camaraderie in laying out their lives like this. It's like two people trying to put together a puzzle, not in terms of solving things but in terms of the trading back and forth of pieces, of trying to match things collaboratively. Enough of a framework for them to be on the same page, even without anything that lines up yet.
He does notice Bart looking at his face.]
It's alright now. Sorry I went off on you a little when you asked earlier. That Robbie kid healed it up best he could. [He takes another drag.] I never planned on entering Miss America anyway.
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[ The Flash and whether or not a person had heard of him was quickly becoming Bart's way of discovering if other people were from the same world as him. It made sense as far as he was concerned, there really wasn't anyone from his world that didn't know the Flash unless they lived under a rock. Maybe even then if their rock had cable or WIFI. ]
What got'cha going there now?
[ He wasn't really aware of much being in Idaho outside potatoes, and maybe their waterfalls. Not much in the way of tourism destinations unless you were into hiking, camping or climbing, at least not as far as he was aware. But then again, maybe Dixon's Idaho was different from his own. The idea that he might have been going there for more personal reason's than sightseeing didn't really occur to him in the half-second it took between thinking and blurting it out.]
[ The apology was unexpected, to say the least. Frustration and aggravation were a common occurrence when dealing with him, so he was used to similar outbursts happening often enough that even his friends didn't bother apologizing for them most of the time anymore. ]
That's okay. I've been told I got that kind'a effect on people. I'm glad he was able to help you out.
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He takes a few drags of his cigarette to buy himself time while he tries to dig up an answer to Bart's question. It's an innocent question - why the hell are you going to Idaho? - but the real answer, for obvious reasons, is one that's gotten mixed responses from people. People tend to at least react, one way or another, when you tell them that you were on your merry way to blow someone's brains out.
On my way to a stranger's funeral.
The pause between Bart asking and Dixon answering starts to sag with how suspect it's becoming, so he fumbles for some words to buoy it back up.]
Needed to get out of town for a while and we decided to go to Idaho. [It's not untrue. There wasn't much left for him in Ebbing, and a journey that was either going to end with him dead or in jail seemed much preferable than slowly drinking himself to death under the weight of depression and shame and unemployment and trying to pay back a bunch of medical bills to the burn unit.]
No, it wasn't you. I just get pissy sometimes. Nothing to do with whatever effect you got on people. Who told you that? [He sounds a little offended on Bart's behalf.]