[location:somewhere in Taxon][accidental visual] The aftermath

[redeemedripper.livejournal.com]

John didn't know what had happened. His head was pounding, leg ached, and he had a distinct impression that he'd been in a brawl or three. He woke on the street in some nondescript part of Taxon. How had he gotten out here? How many nights had passed? Glancing down at himself, he saw it. Blood. His hands and clothes were spattered with it. Memories rushed back. The faces of those people, shoving one off a building, a few more cut badly, twisted bones.

"No." He whispered, his eyes closing for a moment, then louder. "No!" His fist slammed into the stone wall behind him.

Helen had warned him about these glitches, but was that what this was? Perhaps it was his nature breaking the surface. Perhaps Nikola's impromptu and accidental treatment had not taken as well as they had all hoped. Maybe he was a beast too wild to be caged. He pushed himself off the ground. He'd solve this. No one would be harmed for his own sick urges.

He teleported to the top of the building he was next to and prepared to jump, arms at his sides as he thought of all the lives he'd taken. He thought of his family, or what he wished could have been his family. Helen, their daughter. It could have been so beautiful.

[[ooc - John's unglitched! Someone heeeelp him]]

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[0ne-woman-army.livejournal.com]

Aeryn had been curled around her Prowler's main engine for the better part of the day, tinkering with coils and fixing minor glitches in the computer system. It was running in near perfect condition already, but the woman needed something to keep her mind off the fact that she was lost in some strange, distant underground facility with no notion of how to be free. It was one of the few things that kept her sane.

She was up to her elbows in grease and oil when her tablet blazed to life to send out an agonizing scream. It started her and she slipped and dropped her wrench into the engine past her reach. Angrily, she lifted herself up out of the engine and grabbed her tablet. It showed an image of a man she had never seen before and he was smeared in the dark color that Aeryn could only assume was blood. "Frell me, what happened to you?" She had been in Taxon long enough to know that even though you may not always know the person on the other end of the line, figuring out who they were could often lead to interesting conversations.

[location: somewhere in taxon]

[godlikesin.livejournal.com]

Flight. It had been a new discovery and purely a accident of chance when he'd tripped on the streets between the two Sanctuaries and found himself floating above ground instead of faceplanting into it. He'd been messing around qith it most of the day, away from the confusion and heady uncertainty that came with having his feet firmly on the ground. It was a feeling that was reassuring, familiar, flying through the clouds with the wind rustling his hair and nothing to think about except concentrating on not crossing any flight paths. Not that he had to worry about that here. Of course, as his gaze turned slowly, another spike of familiar shot through him as he spied a man standing on the top of a building. That was always the way, wasn't it?

His features slowly fading back into his own as he switched from the faster flight to a slower gliding as he zipped back around and towards the building, Gabriel lingered back just away from the building, hovering in midair and not directly in the man's line of sight. Not that he had any delusions that that had likely kept him from spotting him first.

Upon getting a clear picture of just who it was standing on the ledge of the building, Gabriel frowned, unable to quell the soft spike of sympathy that ran through him, "I certainly hope you aren't planning on jumping," He said, the statement coming out dry and sarcastic despite the empathy that he was feeling at the moment for the other man's circumstances. "That would leave quite the mess for someone to clean up."

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[notanemptymotto.livejournal.com]

John, what the hell are you doing?!

[ Helen clearly didn't approve of the impromptu suicide.]

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[notjustthegeek.livejournal.com]

Alright, Henry might not like the guy much, but this... This wasn't what he wanted. "Hey. Hey, wait up there. What the hell is going on?