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route666rp2025-06-04 11:30 pm
bufudine) wrote in route666rp2025-06-04 11:30 pm
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Who: Heat, Jack Russell, John Doe and Serph
What: Serph takes an old comrade to meet new comrades, not knowing they've already met, for better or worse
When: The night of Heat's arrival
Where: The Convoy, in the large bedroom closest to the washrooms
Warnings: Violence, as usual :') Somehow not as bad as what is canon-typical (on all fronts)
Of all the people to arrive in this strange new world, Serph somehow hadn't expected to encounter anyone he'd personally known; he was dead after all. His responsibilities to the Embryon had been passed on to the rest of the Tribe. They had to live. If they didn't, who would keep Sera safe? Who would remember the Junkyard and all its inhabitants?
But it isn't like everyone else from other worlds are dead. (Well, aside from Jayce? Sort of? He's still not really sure about that one. People don't usually un-die.)
So when Heat shows up lacking any knowledge of having left the Junkyard, Serph feels like he's been blindsided by the strongest Megidolaon spell in existence. All the things that he'd thought he'd accepted come roaring back with a vengeance and he finds himself even more off-balance than ever. Heat is still loyal to him, but outside of battle he feels strangely out of step with his comrade. Had he changed so much in 5 months?
He squashes his feelings down -- like he always does -- and takes the only action that makes sense to him; to have old comrades meet the new.
Usually the faint scent of blood -- sensitive enough for a werewolf to smell -- clings to Serph whenever he returns to the bedroom he shares with Jack and John, but this time it's much stronger from all the monsters both Heat and Serph had gorged themselves on. In a way, it feels good to openly devour, to eat until even Varuna's nigh insatiable urges quell into a quiet rumble. But afterwards he can't help but think about how this sort of existence can't coexist with the Nirvana he dreams of; if Nirvana is a place of peace, a place where there are no enemies and he can live with his comrades, then the only people to devour are his friends.
Then it would no longer be Nirvana.
But the search continues.
Heat's cloak -- grey with a distinctively orange cross marking it -- drapes over his front and right shoulder as Serph enters the shared room, stepping aside to let Heat in after him.
What: Serph takes an old comrade to meet new comrades, not knowing they've already met, for better or worse
When: The night of Heat's arrival
Where: The Convoy, in the large bedroom closest to the washrooms
Warnings: Violence, as usual :') Somehow not as bad as what is canon-typical (on all fronts)
Of all the people to arrive in this strange new world, Serph somehow hadn't expected to encounter anyone he'd personally known; he was dead after all. His responsibilities to the Embryon had been passed on to the rest of the Tribe. They had to live. If they didn't, who would keep Sera safe? Who would remember the Junkyard and all its inhabitants?
But it isn't like everyone else from other worlds are dead. (Well, aside from Jayce? Sort of? He's still not really sure about that one. People don't usually un-die.)
So when Heat shows up lacking any knowledge of having left the Junkyard, Serph feels like he's been blindsided by the strongest Megidolaon spell in existence. All the things that he'd thought he'd accepted come roaring back with a vengeance and he finds himself even more off-balance than ever. Heat is still loyal to him, but outside of battle he feels strangely out of step with his comrade. Had he changed so much in 5 months?
He squashes his feelings down -- like he always does -- and takes the only action that makes sense to him; to have old comrades meet the new.
Usually the faint scent of blood -- sensitive enough for a werewolf to smell -- clings to Serph whenever he returns to the bedroom he shares with Jack and John, but this time it's much stronger from all the monsters both Heat and Serph had gorged themselves on. In a way, it feels good to openly devour, to eat until even Varuna's nigh insatiable urges quell into a quiet rumble. But afterwards he can't help but think about how this sort of existence can't coexist with the Nirvana he dreams of; if Nirvana is a place of peace, a place where there are no enemies and he can live with his comrades, then the only people to devour are his friends.
Then it would no longer be Nirvana.
But the search continues.
Heat's cloak -- grey with a distinctively orange cross marking it -- drapes over his front and right shoulder as Serph enters the shared room, stepping aside to let Heat in after him.