| [fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/s8LFgtX.jpg?1)center; background-size:cover; border-radius: 10px 0px 0px 10px; height:300px; width:175px;][/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=silver; border:none; border-radius:0px 10px 0px 0px; height:75px; width:250px; margin-left:-5px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; width:250px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center; font-family:times new roman; font-size:24px; color:white; text-shadow: 1px 1px 5px black; margin-top:-47px;][b]aleksey pavel[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; width:250px; text-align:center; font-family:times new roman; font-size:10px; color:white; margin-top:-13px;]x x x[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; width:250px; text-align:center; font-family:times new roman; font-size:14px; color:white; margin-top:-18px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 5px black;]"i'd die for you", that's easy to say[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=silver; border:none; height:217px; width:250px; margin-top:-5px; margin-left:-5px; border-radius:0px 0px 10px 0px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; width: 250px; height: 212px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-top: -2px; margin-left: -7px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 32px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding:0px; text-align:justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #515151; line-height:10px;] the [i]tap tap tap of aleksey's shoes hitting the hardwood every few moments was the only sound in the room besides the occasional hum of the air conditioner. his time was split between reading over the notes he had taken in class and glancing back at his charge, still laying in his apartment's only bed. there had yet to be any sign of movement from them, although it was clear that they were at least still breathing, and he was beginning to wonder if he should have perhaps brought them to the hospital after all. no, no, he'd been through this line of thought several times already. the hospital was too risky- the other was far too easily recognisable for that too be an option- and their injury didn't seem so severe that a sophomore of med school wouldn't be able to care for it. god, this whole double life thing was stressful; aleksey wished he at least could ask for an extension for his papers, but alas, he doubted any of his professors would take the whole 'im a hero who's safeguarding the city' thing seriously. it wasn't strictly true, anyway- while aleksey certainly had abnormal abilities, and he'd had more than a few run-ins with 'bad guys' or whomever, he certainly wouldn't call himself a hero. heroes generally had some amount of skill, not just luck. frankly, it was a wonder that aleksey had been able to get the so-called criminal to his apartment at all. thankfully the discovery had taken place later in the night, when few people were out to see him drag the unconscious body around, but it nonetheless hadn't been an easy task; he wasn't exactly the strongest of people, and his powers generally didn't kick in unless the situation had some element of danger to it, and- alright, that was enough of the off subject thinking. his patient was in relatively stable condition, although even if the villain woke up, aleksey had no doubt that they were incapacitated enough that he'd be able to easily defend himself, and he really needed to focus on getting all his work done. the process of caring for the semi-stranger currently lying in his bed had taken up most of the previous night and day, so he had some serious catching up to do. // TALK ABOUT SH I T a neato fun fact his fc is actually a really androgynous girl but i couldnt care less also the likelihood that im going to change the lyrics in this fancy 50000 times is like,,,, a lot also,,, if we're having them have powers which im assuming we are since this is a superhero/villain au,,,, what r they gonna have im thinking aleksey is going to like,,, be able to adapt to situations?? idk how to explain it but like not just mentally but actually physically be able to adapt to survive different situations [/fancypost][/fancypost] |
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[align=center]☣ ☣ ☣The first thing he became aware of was the pain. The second was that he had no idea where he was, but that was mostly eclipsed by the God-awful migraine that pulsated throughout his brain, effectively silencing any form of intelligence he may have had. He groaned softly, raising a hand to his head in an effort to ease it, but the motion did nothing except for tell him that not only did he have the worst migraine in human history, but also the sorest body, too; his limbs ached with the effort it took to move, and he hissed in pain as he let it fall to his side.
He didn't want to open his eyes, but instinct told him that he should- that he wasn't safe, he wasn't okay and that he needed to see where he was. He hesitated- from where he lay he could feel the soft rays of sun warming him, and he knew that would probably do nothing for his headache except make it worse. Still, his body was thrumming with the need to assess his surroundings and be sure that he was okay, and instinct was, in general, stronger than logic.
So-thinking, the man who didn't know his own name pried his eyes open, and then immediately regretted the action as the sun predictably hit them. He winced, the action eliciting a sharp grunt, but didn't close his eyes again. He ignored the waves of what the hell are you doing you idiot this isn't a good idea that his brain was quite clearly sending him as he made to sit up.
It took effort, even though the action should have been a simple one. His limbs shook with the strain, his eyelashes fluttering as they ached to shut, but he didn't- he couldn't, he wasn't safe, he needed to be sure he was okay, where was he? His thoughts raced, but he didn't know why, and his heart pounded in fear, although he couldn't tell you the cause. His body thought he was under attack, but logic told him that he should just sleep some more because he clearly wasn't well yet.
Ignoring the latter was hard, but he knew that even if he lay back down, his mind was too full with thoughts and concerns to sleep, anyway. He swallowed, suddenly aware of how parched his throat was, and then began to look around him. He could see that he was in a room of some sort, light streaming in through a window to the right of him. He couldn't make out much else, and what he could wasn't of interest, because he was squinting so much everything was in a vague sort of blur.
He was, however, able to see that there was another person in the room with him. Immediately he froze, grip on the bed tightening and pulse racing with adrenaline. The boy - or, rather, young man - was slim and rather small, and completely unfamiliar to him. He wondered if his body was reacting the way it was because the other was a stranger or because he wasn't - and quite frankly he couldn't say which was worse - but either way it concentrated effort to calm down. Slowly, his body relaxed; he no longer felt tense, and he could breathe easy again.
Clearing his throat - and wincing at the dry sandpaper feeling it gave him - he opened his mouth to speak.
"Wh- where am I?" he asked, voice hoarse with disuse.
///jklgdjla
this is rushed trash sorry bab
anYWAY
kool kool
i mean tbh who cares
here we bend reality to our whims
*maniacal laughter*
i mean but
i'm prolly gonna do the same thing
only with my fancypost because i don't have song lyrics woop
umm as for powers
i'm kinda stuck on mine cuz there are so many good ones
but think i'm say that our little amnesiac can manipulate the molecular structure of things
so like whatever he touches he can turn into liquid or something
but he can only do that to humans if he has skin-to-skin touch with them?
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it was quite obvious that more rest was in order, but he doubted that the idea hadn't already occurred based on the occasional winces and noises of pain that came from the other side of the room; if he was going to be stubborn about it, aleksey might as well take the time to ask him his own questions and check up on his condition. he knew from experience, after all, that it was difficult to dissuade stubborn people, and he doubted cuan was any exception.
first, however, it seemed that he'd have to address the question asked- asked being used very loosely here, since the other's voice was too rough to have much variation in tone. again sighing, aleksey pushed himself out of his chair to walk over to the bed, careful to keep his movements slow to not disturb the other too much. [b]"you're in my apartment. 156 west street, unit 304 to be exact. i don't suppose you remember what happened, do you?" placing the back of his hand against the man's forehead confirmed that there was still a bit of a fever, although frankly he really hadn't needed to check to know. "do you want a glass of water?"
// nonsense it was wonder fu l shh
yess indeed we can B )
whoo p s
if u want any help coding lemme knowi sort of watched that first 10 minutes of the post existing with laughter, i like to think im pretty decent at coding??
tht would be cool!! mb to put some limit on it so he isnt too op, he has to know what the molecular structure of the object is before changing it??
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[align=center]☣ ☣ ☣Despite the other's slow and careful movements, he found himself tensing and leaning away, something like fear bubbling in the pits of his stomach. Then, realizing what he was doing, the man forced himself to hold still, reasoning that even if the stranger - stranger? - decided to hurt him, he'd probably be able to overpower the obviously smaller male and get away. His body didn't really want to listen, still tense and buzzing with nerves as it was, but he didn't move again. Instead, he only watched the stranger began to speak.
Blinking dumbly at other, listening but not quite processing the words being spoken, the man didn't respond right away. He wanted to ask for clarification, but he wasn't sure on what, because the stranger was already rattling off an address that didn't spark even the smallest hint of recognition in him. He wanted to ask why he was in the other's house- what had happened? Was he sick or hungover or both? - but he couldn't find his voice.
When the full sentence finally slotted together in his mind, the dark-haired male released a small, shaky breath. He tried to remember it - whatever it was - but his mind drew a blank. In fact, he realized with growing panic, he couldn't remember anything - not what happened, not his name, not anything. He felt himself begin to get frantic as he struggled to remember something, anything, even something as small as what he'd last eaten, but the dark-haired male's mind was literally empty, except for small flashes of things that only receded further into the recesses of his memory when he tried to grasp them. His heart raced, migraine spiking in pain as he went spiraling into a never-ending loop of what happened what happened what happened-
Something soft and cool rested against his head. His breath stopped in his throat, eyes that he hadn't realized he'd closed snapping open. The stranger was leaning over him, small hand resting on his forehead in a manner that suggested he was checking the dark-haired amnesiac's temperature. It felt nice, and he enjoyed it for all but one second before all he could think about was how much he wanted it gone. Abruptly, fueled by his own growing panic and an instinctual part of himself that negated touch, he reached up and snagged the wrist of the smaller man in a bruising grip.
He was silent for a long moment, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he count in his head - one, two, three, four - all the way to ten and back again. Then, when he'd calmed down enough to realize what he was doing, he immediately released the other male, shame and guilt blossoming uncomfortably in his chest. "Sorry," he muttered, avoiding eye contact with the stranger as he forced himself to relax. There was a still sort of quiet for a solid three minutes, wherein he berated himself for moving without thinking, before the man realized he'd had yet to answer any of the questions addressed to him. Clearing his throat and wincing at the pain that flared as a result, he opened his mouth to speak once more.
"...water would be great." He paused, considering his words, before he added a marginally quieter, "thank you."
Having said that, the dark-haired male contemplated what, exactly, he wanted to say in response to the first question. Should he be honest? Something told him that wouldn't be a good idea. But he was already feeling guilty for over-reacting to the other's gentle touch, and lying probably would only add to that. Besides, if the stranger was his only source of medical help, he might as well be honest with him.
So-thinking, the dark-haired man opened his mouth to speak. "I... don't really remember, um. You know. Anything. I-I think maybe I got into a fight? My head- it's killing me. A-and. Um. All of my limbs are really sore."
//i mean i wouldn't say no to some mentoringshhh that never happened okay
and yeh i was thinking he needed some sort of limit lol
so i think what you said was good; he needs time to figure out the structure of something
and of course he has to do this every time
so like if he figures out the structure of a table and then rearranges it so that it turns into gas or something
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[b]"... it's fine." he muttered softly, still looking over his wrist- determining that while cuan's grip may leave a mark, it was far from severe, he let his arm drop back to it's position at his side. for the time being he didn't bother wondering why the supposed villain apologised for an action that was probably minor compared to his previous deeds, and instead waited for an answer to his questions, a thin veil of wariness in his gaze. a few minutes passed before the other was ready to answer, at least so it seemed to aleksey, although once he did he relaxed a little, barely realising he had still been a bit tense.
although he continued to listen, he immediately grabbed an empty water bottle that was laying on his desk to go fill it with water from the nearby bathroom. curiosity immediately began pinging through his head, however, at the response to his second question. [i]anything? that was a little broad of a term. screwing the cap back onto the bottle and shutting off the sink's running water, he returned to the room, wiping off a few drops that had spilled over the edge onto the outside of the bottle with his shirt. "here." he held the bottle towards the man; although he was a little unsure whether or not the other was able to drink it himself, he doubted that he would welcome the assistance.
"that wouldn't surprise me. i didn't see many injuries on you besides a few bruises, but it definitely seems like you've got a nasty concussion." he paused, taking a bit of a closer look at the other- it did seem like his eyes were a little out of focus, although he couldn't really be sure, and it was obvious that he was feeling a bit unsteady. "what exactly do you mean by 'anything'?"
//lm a o
lemme know if/when u want to start bb, we can always makeyet anotherthread for it
or we can just do it on our chat thread?? or even through pms
i mean the thing with molecular structure is that it doesn't necessarily depend on the shape of the object so much as the types of molecules making up the object
so i wouldnt necessarily say he has to do it with every individual object
but rather ever individual material he encounters- so, using the example of a table, he'd have to know that the table was made of oak wood, know what elemental compounds go into oak wood and how, and know what makes up each of those elements
if that makes sense??
alSO on a v different note i have a request
can we make them have like
a mega height different
bc i lowkey love height differences
and it seems like itd make sense with them
SO IT JUST OCCURRED TO ME THAT MY TEXT BOX WAS LIKE TWO PIXELS TOO SHORT AND I SCREAM
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[align=center]☣ ☣ ☣Reaching to grab the proffered water - and wincing at the ensuing pain that came from the action - the dark-haired male began to impatiently unscrew the cap from the bottle, a job made harder by his trembling fingers and pulsating headache. He grit his teeth as his fingers once again slipped on the perspiration lining the lid, and briefly considered asking for help. The thought was barely formed before he dismissed it; it was only a water bottle, he could get it open himself.
The effort which he was putting into doing such a simple thing would have made him flush with embarrassment and shame if he were the type of person to allow such emotions to be put on display. Apparently he wasn't, because his face remained largely blush-free, and in the back of his mind he figured that he must have been a very stubborn person.
Not even losing his memory, apparently, was enough to get rid of that particular trait.
Breathing a sigh of relief as he loosened the lid enough to unscrew it, the dark haired amnesiac took a moment to recover from the arduous work of unscrewing a plastic cap before he brought the bottle to his lips and tilted it back.
The water felt like a cool and welcome respite against his torn throat, and he savored the taste. He drank until he was halfway through the bottle, wherein he half-heartedly screwed the lid back on before setting it between his knees. The drink had not only made his throat feel better, but also managed to ease his headache a little - although that probably wasn't really saying much, because it still hurt more than anything he'd ever felt before.
Maybe.
Shaking the thought from his mind, the man blinked himself into the present, surprised to find that he'd zoned out in the first place. Was that the concussion or a particular habit of his? He hoped it was just the head wound, because he didn't really like the idea of being the type of person to get distracted by his own thoughts.
Clearing his throat again - and this time not immediately regretting it - he felt his lips tip into a small frown, head tilting marginally to the side as the stranger's question finally processed in his mind.
"I mean," he began, and his voice was now stable enough to have the inflection of vague frustration, "that I don't remember anything. I- I don't really know how to put this but- it-it's like my mind is completely... blank. I don't know my name. I don't know if I'm su-supposed to know you or- or what. I don't. Remember. Anything." Feeling himself begin to panic once more, the man took a minute to calm himself down, counting from one to ten and back again three times in quick succession. He wasn't quite sure where he'd learned that particular tactic, but he was happy he had- it turned out that he was a very easily excitable individual, which was proving to be quite a problem.
//we can start whenever tbh
like
mb we could jut do it in our chatting thread lol
i mean we already talk about/do a lot of random sh,t there anyway
yeh yeh i get'chu
so just to clarify
cuan can change the molecular structure of things just so long as he knows what that object is made up of
so clearly it takes time and he can't do it to everything right away
humans would be a lot harder because it takes skin-to-skin contact and he'd also have to take the time to rearrange the entire body
also, i think it's harder for him to deal with bigger objects
i.e.: easy to turn a penny into liquid
: not so easy turning an entire bookshelf into liquid
etc. etc.
ffffffff
ye S
i'm a sucker for height differences
like aleksey is up to about cuan's chest mb?
THAT WAS BOTHERING ME
I JUST DIDN'T WANT TO SAY ANYTHING
THANK YOU FOR FIXING IT B
also helppp this is so short
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even after he'd taken a minute to gulp down what seemed to be half the water in the bottle- which was a sizable amount, considering the actual size of the container- aleksey found himself waiting for an answer to his question. he wondered if this habit of disconnecting from his surroundings was merely a side effect of the concussion, or if it was actually a trait the other had; while he knew such things were certainly symptoms of the condition, the 'hero' also didn't particularly know the other individual very well before the incident, so he really couldn't be sure. still, he made a mental note to write the fact down- along with his other observations- in a notebook later.
[b]"well... amnesia isn't exactly an uncommon symptom of concussions, although it usually isn't so, uhm, widespread..." aleksey's previously neutral expression shifted into a slight frown and he crossed his arms in thought, pausing a few moments to consider his options. he supposed he'd have to tell the other his name at least, but he got the feeling it wouldn't be such a good idea to share the specificity of their relationship, at least not at the moment. "if it helps any, your name is cuan. i'm afraid i don't know much else about you, though."
//alright ill do that then,,,
well i dont necessarily think with this you need the skin-to-skin contact with humans, or even necessarily the size restriction?? altho with the size thing u can if u wanted to
see the super brilliant think about the limits on this power is that for living creatures, each of their molecular makeup is c o m p l e t e l y different. like, for example, i have a super low vitamin d level, but someone else might have an abnormally high vitamin d level, so he'd need those exact measurements to be able to do it, which would be very near to impossible or at least improbable, u see what im saying??
yas
i just
asdfghj
height differences are my life and also this seems like its going to be so adorable and i scream
YAH FOR SOME REASON
IT ONLY SHOWS UP WHEN IM IN POST REPLY?? NOT WHEN IM LOOKING AT THE THREAD REGULARLY
nooooo it was good shush shhh
mine havent been v long either tbh
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[align=center]☣ ☣ ☣He watched silently as the stranger before him explained the cause of his sudden memory loss, a contemplative frown on the other's face as he thought. The amnesiac figured that the explanation was good as any, accepting it with the sort of nonchalance that stemmed from not knowing any better himself. He wondered if the smaller man was studying to be a doctor of some kind, or if he just knew what he did because he happened to be well-learnt. Either way, he seemed to know what he was talking about, which made him feel a little better about being under the other's care.
Slowly, the voice of the stranger began to turn into a low buzz of background noise, the dark-haired male nodding absently along as he opted to study his surroundings once more. There was a houseplant in the corner, green except for the brown that was creeping in at the edges. There was a single desk directly across from the bed, where a messy pile of books were stacked haphazardly by the edge. Squinting, he could just make out that they were all medical textbooks of some kind.
An A/C in the corner emitted a low, tired drone as it fought to cool the small room. And it was small, too; there seemed to be very little space for much more than basic living. Apparently his acquaintance wasn't rolling in money, which only added to his med student theory.
The place was a relatively clean one, with maybe one or two shirts littering the floor along with a pair of socks. The aforementioned desk was cluttered with little odds and ends that signified that the stranger had been working at it only moments before, but was otherwise rather neat.
Drawn from his thoughts as the stranger spoke up once more - and cursing himself for getting distracted, again - the dark-haired male listened with a stubborn sort of rapture that made it hard for him to think about much else.
The name, when uttered, sparked familiarity in the back of his mind. He frowned, tilted his head, and mouth the word. "Cuan," he muttered. It sounded like his name and it felt like it should be, but he couldn't help but feel slightly disconnected to it- like he wasn't talking about himself. He blinked, shook his head, and rid himself of the thought.
He'd have to think on that later- right now, he had more pressing questions.
"If you don't know me that well, then why are you helping me?" he asked. There was no suspicion edging the question- just a blank sort of confusion. "Who are you?"
//okey~
oooohhh
you kno what
that makes more sense
i'm just gonna stop talking lol
fdasf
i kno
aleksey is such a smol nerd honestly
just
like
jdld;sfajfklejg
I MEAN THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE
OBVIOUSLY NOT THE EXACT SAME THING CUZ I LITERALLY JUST LEARNED ABOUT MARGINS
BUT SOMETHING LIKE IT
IT'S VERY VEXING
psh that's fine
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nonetheless, he'd managed thus far, and he supposed he'd be able to continue to do so. returning his attention to cuan as the other finally processed his explanation and responded, he wondered for himself exactly why he'd chosen to assist the other even when he very well knew his identity. he'd known perfectly well the dangers involved, and the fact that he'd have to balance the patient's care with his own life, but had done it anyways. really, there weren't very many logical reasons behind that.
unable to come up with a solid reason, aleksey instead cracked a small smile and made a (not so good) joke. [b]"you mean besides the fact that it's good medical experience?" he shrugged and left it at that, still unable to come up with a reason even for himself. he took a quick glance at his watch and hurried the conversation along before cuan had a chance to question him further. "i'm aleksey. listen, i think you probably need more rest, but i'm probably going to make dinner soon if you want some. i'm not sure if you'll be able to stomach it yet, but if you'd like to try, you're welcome to."
//no dont worry about it dude
ur finelowkey im just a huge nerd and a slut for accuracy even in the sense of it being a purely hypothetical situation that could never actually happen
he i s
he prolly reads his textbooks for fun
cuan prolly makes fun of him for it
how does he even lift them when hes like a 5' stick tho
CODING = PROBLEMS
true shit tho, i usually dont even worry about length that much when im with friends
so long as i almost match theirs,,, and its at least three paragraphs,,,,, , and its not shit,,,,,
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[align=center]☣ ☣ ☣Cuan couldn't help feeling unsatisfied by the shorter male's response, and in reply he pursed his lips disapprovingly. The slighter male was obviously avoiding the question, and frankly it was a little insulting that he wasn't being at all subtle about it. It could be that the student had helped him out of the kindness of his heart, but if that were the case, why not the hospital? The other was obviously still in university, barely a doctor at best, and quite obviously poor. There was no sane reason to harbor a stranger, and so by process of deduction Cuan decided that they had at least knew each other on a name-to-name basis.
But if that were the case, how come the other male didn't just say so? Did they not get along? Whatever the case, it became obvious that the student was keeping something from him.
There could be several reasons for this, but Cuan decided to focus only on the most plausible that came to mind:
One, the other male was a crazed kidnapper who'd drugged him with something that caused amnesia. Because he was a medical student, the other would certainly know his way around that sort of thing, and he'd also have pretty easy access to the materials he'd need. This option seemed rather unlikely, mostly because it didn't seem as though the other male was exhibiting any signs of obsession, delusion, or aggression. Still, he kept it in the back of his mind just in case.
Two, Cuan had actively asked him for help and to keep away from hospitals. If he and the med student had known each other before his unfortunate memory loss, then it was possible that the other male would respect him enough to follow his wishes. Why he wouldn't want to go to the hospital, however, was still a mystery. And that led to option number three-
Cuan was a criminal. Or, at the very least, well-known enough to keep away from such public and government-owned institutions. He assumed criminal for now and until he was proved wrong. It seemed the most cautious approach to the situation, as he really didn't want to end up in jail for something he couldn't remember doing. The amnesiac wondered, briefly, if his acquaintance was one as well, but decided that it didn't really matter either way. As long as the student didn't try to kill or harm him, then his only concern was trying to regain his memories.
Drawn from his thoughts by the voice of the slighter individual, Cuan realized that his hands had curled into fists, lips drawn into a tense frown. Blinking, the curly-haired male forced himself to relax, pushing the thoughts of his.... situation into the far corner of his mind. There was no need to dwell on it for now, anyway- at the moment, he was relatively safe, and his head was beginning to hurt too much to think.
With that in mind, the curly-haired male offered a tight little smile to show he'd been listening. It felt foreign on his lips - like his mouth wasn't used to curling into anything remotely happy at all - so he just as soon dropped the expression as he'd gained it.
"It's, uh, nice to meet you, I suppose," he began, trying for civility and falling somewhere between discomfort and sarcasm. He felt a little surprised at the offer of a meal, somehow expecting that the other male was going to let him starve. The amnesiac felt both grateful and a little confused at the hospitality, but there was a saying that involved both gift horses and mouths which came to mind and kept him from vocalizing his thoughts.
Instead, he dipped his head in acquiescence. "If you're sure you don't mind. I feel a little bad taking advantage of your hospitality like this." Not entirely untrue - he did feel bad that he was taking up the only bed in the apartment - but still said more out of politeness than any real regret.
//there will be much teasing to be had
mostly at our smol doctor-in-training's expense
and okay but
what if aleksey's powers
think that the books are a threat
and thus grant him super strength when he carries them
*boom*
new head-cannon:
amnesiac-cuan is super polite
mostly because his mother was super strict about that kind of thing
so it became habit
that normal-cuan tries his very hardest to break out of
but mostly fails
at one point he will open the door for aleksey this is a fact
TRUE
i mean yeh that's p much it in a nutshell
the only thing i'm actually worried about is whether i give the other rper enough to reply with
like a way to start a conversation
or something that'll give their character thought
or something
idek
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there wasn't much choice in the matter, however; he wasn't entirely sure how cuan would react to the truth of the matter, or even if he'd be believed. it was best for them both if, for the time being, he didn't say anything about the amnesiac's origins. the entire situation was one big mess, honestly, although it was really aleksey's own soft-heartedness that got him into it.
instead of dwelling on such matters, or even the half hearted response he got, the boy put on the brightest smile he could muster. [b]"of course it's no problem, it wouldn't make much sense to treat you and then let you starve. it's not as if it's going to be anything fancy, anyways." aleksey turned to step out of the room and into the kitchen before turning back to add something. "you can stay here, or if you'd like, you can come out and wait by the kitchen; it shouldn't take too long."
much as he had always thought the stereotype of college students living off of cheap foods, it was a reality he'd come to live with after moving into the apartment. medical school was, to say the least, rather expensive, and he generally had to save his meal plan for lunch when he was on campus. as a result, it was safe to say that aleksey didn't have the healthiest diet; while he tried to buy fruits and veggies when he could, he frankly mostly lived off of store-brand cereal, pasta, and doctored up ramen. little as he wanted to give such foods to cuan, it was all he had at the moment, and he supposed it would have to do.
//yes this is good
i approve
ok but,,,, he loves them too much for that to be a possibility
i cri
he probably just suffers like i do
i love it
mostly bc all i can imagine is this super polite super villian
who's just beating the shit out of u but apologising
and i know thats not cuan
but this idea is hilarious
yeah i get u bro
ur good tho, i pretty much never have any trouble replying to your postsif anything i worry i dont give u anything rip
also another thing
we need to come up with a good nickname for aleksey besides alex
bc aleksey is a mouthful but alex is lame
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[align=center]☣ ☣ ☣Cuan didn’t move, but tried for another awkward smile in response to Aleksey’s comment. He felt a little silly assuming that the other would simply allow him to go hungry, especially since he’d gone through all the trouble to fix him up in the first place, but the idea of hospitality simply seemed so novel to him. Perhaps he just wasn’t used to generosity, or maybe it was his subconsciousness telling him that it was out-of-character for the smaller male; whatever the case, he certainly wasn’t complaining, as he really was beginning to feel a little hungry.
Blinking as the shorter male went to move toward the kitchen, Cuan took a moment to consider trying to sleep some more before promptly pushing the idea aside. He already knew he would be unable to sleep, what with his growing nerves and aching head, and anyway he’d really much rather keep an eye on his unintimidating companion.
Standing was as painful as it could have been, but it still hurt. It felt like he’d run a mile, and for a while he simply stood, wobbling dangerously as he tried to gain his footing. He almost asked for help, but stubbornness and a good deal of pride kept his mouth sealed shut. By the time he finally collected himself enough to follow the other to the kitchen, the curly-haired man felt ready to sit back down again, and his stomach rolled in embarrassment at the self-perceived weakness.
Catching up with his companion was considerably harder, but he managed to get it done without making a complete fool of himself, and before he knew it he was leaning against the wall just outside of the kitchen, inspecting the small area in one cursory glance. And it was- small, that is. A sink, stove, and counter, as well as a refrigerator hastily shoved into the corner all crowded together in a threadbare sort of fashion.
It was kept clean enough, but a small part of Cuan wanted to curl his lip back in disgust. He didn’t because he wasn’t sure that’d be taken very well by his host, so instead he cleared his throat and began to speak. “So,” he started rather awkwardly, voice still a little scratchy. He cleared it again, and then winced when pain flared in protest. “You... study medicine?” he asked, just for lack of anything better to do.
//ru sh e d
ohlook
another thing for cuan to make fun of him for
‘wow your powers are so useless you can’t even use them to carry your sh,t lol lame’
also wow angst literally just slapped me in the face
because like
if aleksey’s powers only work if he actually considers something a threat
then what if cuan accidentally hurts him
but his powers don’t activate because he doesn’t consider him a threat at that time
of course this is under the assumption that i understand aleksey’s powers which i probably don’t lololol
‘oh i’ve broken your leg- i apologize, that was quite rude of me. i should have gone for your arm- you probably use it less’
aw tyi actually never have a problem replying to you
not unless it’s because i can’t figure out my own character or what sort of mood i’m going for [ex: now]
EDIT//woOPS SHIT
FORGOT TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION
UM
idk I think 'leks would be quite nice
or lex
which is just the same nickname spelled differently wop
but i think it's cool
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a quick rummage through his fridge revealed that he did indeed have a few slices of cheddar left, so he retrieved them and a stick of butter- which was probably not the healthiest thing for him to be using, but hell, it tasted good- before grabbing the bread out of the cupboard. out of the corner of his eye he noted that cuan had made it out of his bedroom, although it appeared as though it had taken some effort. [b]"yep! i'm just an undergraduate for the time being, of course, but my end goal is to be a surgeon. i wouldn't mind being an anesthesiologist either, though." frankly, cuan's question had been a bit loaded, and it was taking most of aleksey's willpower to not launch into a ramble about the various medical sciences. oops.
having taken out the pan necessary to make their food, he set it on the stove and put on some butter to melt. "by the way, did you want me to make you some tea? i have some pretty good leaves right now, and it may help you feel a little bit better. if not i have milk or something, since i know water isn't really the most appetising." after a few moments of assembling one sandwich, which upon completion was placed into the pan, he turned to look at his patient. "i also have some ibuprofen if you're hurting much."
//shh its ok this isnt,,,, a++ either,,,,
followed by aleksey forcing cuan to carry his books for him
uhm in what world did i say that was ok
this is supposed to be the fluffy, escape-from-angst thread
and that i the opposite of escape-from-angst
but yeah that is essentially how aleksey's powers work, although its more subconscious than he really physically decides himself
lIKE if it puts it in perspective, if the child was suicidal (he isnt dw) and he tried to, for example, jump off of a tall building
he'd still gain the ability to fly some way or another bc his subconscious is like bitch whataw w w yay im not completely incompetent
leks/lex sounds good
or we could just call him cinnamon roll
cinnamon roll x sinnamon roll thread
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[align=center]☣ ☣ ☣Cuan watched silently as his host shuffled about the kitchen, voicing echoing throughout the small room in a vaguely excited burst of words. The dark-haired male had a little trouble keeping up with Aleskey's doctor-babble, his brain still sluggish enough that it took a while to process, but he managed to get the general gist of the sentence. The smaller male was, impressively enough, studying to be a surgeon- something his mother would have approved of.
Which... wasn't something he was expecting to remember. Cuan blinked, surprised, and wondered for a moment why he had maintained that particular memory. Was it just a subconscious thing, brought to the forefront of his mind because of his host's career choice? That seemed a likely, if a little disappointing, conclusion. His mind was still blank, the face of his mother still alluding him, and no closer to remembering himself than before.
Great.
Cuan sighed, a little frustrated but also sad, and began to absently rub at his forehead. He just needed to be patient- his memories would come with time.
Blinking as the smaller male pipped up again, the taller of the two felt something like relief swell in his stomach. Tea- how long had it been since he'd had tea? He really didn't know, obviously, but it felt like it had been a long time, and now even the mere sound of the word made him more relaxed than he'd been since waking up in a strange bed and no memories to his name.
He smiled, completely and totally genuine, and replied. "Tea would be nice," he said, and even through the sore crackling of his voice he still managed to sound like one who'd just been offered water after days of travel in the Sahara. He paused, then, considering whether or not taking the proffered ibuprofen would be perceived as a physical weakness, before deciding he really didn't want to suffer through the pain because of some sort of innate stubbornness of his.
"I'll... take one, I guess." another brief hesitation, and then, "thanks."
//welcome to the b+ class
we have coffee, late nights, and hastily-written replies
omg i'm laughing that's adorable
cuan totally would tho because his mom taught him to be a gentleman
but he'll be grumbling and complaining and trying to trip aleksey as they walked
and i'm sorRY
do you see what's under my name?
you asked for this when you decided to rp with me i'm just saying
ohokey
well that makes sense
and it's super handy too
that's a actually a cool power i want it
also new headcanon is that cuan wears gloves
cuz when he was just starting out he kept accidentally turning all the furniture to liquid
he can control it now(when he isn't amnesiac) but the habit stuckpffft of course not
kay -
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; width:250px; text-align:center; font-family:times new roman; font-size:14px; color:white; margin-top:-18px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 5px black;][i]"i'd die for you", that's easy to say[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=silver; border:none; height:217px; width:250px; margin-top:-5px; margin-left:-5px; border-radius:0px 0px 10px 0px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; width: 250px; height: 212px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-top: -2px; margin-left: -7px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 32px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding:0px; text-align:justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #515151; line-height:10px;] [b]"of course! if you need anything else, let me know." aleksey offered a small grin of his own to the apparently less forced smile from the other before turning away once more to grab a box of tea packets out of a drawer, then a saucepan out of a cabinet to boil the water. upon confirming that the stove was on, he checked the doneness of the sandwich- it still needed a couple more minutes- and then turned back once more to retrieve the needed medicine.
"i'll just grab a couple, okay? i don't think only one is going to do much, since you don't seem to be doing very good. i'll grab the water too, since the tea is going to be a couple of minutes." after a few moments of pausing to make sure that cuan had grasped what he said, he ducked back into the bedroom, looking around for a moment to find where he'd put the water bottle. noting it was on his desk, he then proceeded to wonder where he'd put the ibuprofen- he'd used the pain killers the previous night after developing a headache, but they weren't on his desk with the bottle...
locating them on the floor next to his chair, he knelt down to grab them and then grab the water, hurrying back to the kitchen (which kind of implies it was a long distance, when it was really only a couple of strides) to proffer the items to his patient. "here you are."
//lm ao
glad we share this
altho i think this is more a c than a b, its barely even three paragraphs,,,,,,, rip
y e s
aleksey probably would trip
and then cry
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
oKAY BUT
PLS
MY LIFE IS SAD ENOUGH AS IT IS
LETS KEEP ANGST MINIMAL
yes yes it is
i mean with enough conditioning its still possible for it to miss a danger (ie cuan) and a lot of the time its really up to aleksey to use the power it provides
but its pretty chill
yes good
i like it
i need more headcanons for aleksey but tbh all i really know about him is that hes an absolute fucking geek who's way too nice to everyone and also cries a lot
hes very relatable tbh
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[align=center]☣ ☣ ☣His lips twitched at the genuine eagerness and enthusiasm of the shorter male, amused despite himself, before he let the expression drop. Aleksey seemed nice enough, but his subconscious was urging him not to let his guard down; after all, he was, for all intents and purposes, a complete stranger - a stranger that was currently making him a grill cheese sandwich and tea, yes, but a stranger nonetheless. Even if Cuan wasn’t an obviously paranoid individual, he’d like to think anyone would be wary in his situation.
Aleksey’s voice dragged him from his thoughts, and the curly-haired male couldn’t help the uncomfortable flush that prickled at his neck. Was it that obvious? He’d hoped he’d been able to appear more-or-less capable, but it seemed he’d failed on that front. Now thoroughly ashamed and more than a little embarrassed, Cuan only gave a short, militaristic nod in response. It wasn’t really the shorter male’s fault, but the amnesiac still felt irrationally annoyed that the other notice anyway. He wondered briefly where this particular insecurity had stemmed from before deciding that it probably didn’t matter either way. Knowing certainly wouldn’t help the fact that he was now frustrated with himself and his inability to act better. Somehow, he’d expected more from himself.
Blinking as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, Cuan instinctively straightened - he was upset to notice that he’d zoned out again, staring dumbly at the kitchen wall - and turned his attention to the smaller figure. The curly-haired male took the offered water and ibuprofen with a slight inclination of his head. “Thank you,” he said a little grumpily, still a little put-off by the reminder of his inadequacy. He took a moment to open the lid - a task which was much easier now that he wasn’t dehydrated - and toss back two capsules, swallowing it down with some water.
He stood silently for a minute afterwards, eyes instinctively squeezing shut as his nose wrinkled at the unpleasant task of consuming pills. Shaking his head in a useless attempt to rid himself of the awful aftertaste, Cuan forced his expression to smooth as he opened his eyes once more. “Pills,” he muttered in a tone that expressed very clearly what he thought of them. “No offence.”
He paused, and then, “So... surgeon, huh? What made you choose that?” It was a question posed mostly because he didn't really want to fall into silence again, but also because he was a little curious. After all, Alekey didn't really seem the type to be fine digging around a person’s insides. All that blood and innards and bone… it made Cuan squeamish just to think about it, and despite himself he shuddered.
//pah, nonsense
your quality is always top-notch, so it never goes below a b
as for me, i mostly just bribe my way into the b+ club so
omg yes
cuan would laugh v evilly
and then he'd feel bad and help him up
he wouldn't apologize but after that he'd just carry lex's bags everywhere without protest
,,,,,,
okAY
I'LL TRY TO KEEP THIS FLUFFY
IT'S JUST HARD OKAY
ooh
ok cool
lma o
yes def v relocatable
alright more head cannons for lex
um
everyday he leaves cat food outside in the alley for the neighborhood cats to eat
and he names all of them -
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after setting the second onto the pan, lex turned back to cuan to deliver the food, giving a small laugh at the initial comment. [b]"no offense taken, it's a popular opinion." holding out the plate for the other to take, he then took a moment to consider the question. "why...? i dunno, i guess i've always just found the human body fascinating, especially the inside! it can accomplish so much in such a limited space, so i guess i just love the idea of being able to participate in that process in some way."
he paused for a moment, briefly wondering if response sounded a little strange. it probably did; frankly, he really didn't know how else to describe why he enjoyed the prospect of, well, cutting another person open and fiddling with their innards. "of course i also like the idea of helping people! especially because surgery is, well, a bit of a messy job, so even though there are lots of people who would [i]like to help, they may have a hard time doing it..."
//*shoves fluff at the post graders*
listen i just need u to raise this one letter grade
ahhhhh
i love these children so much
okAY
IF U ABSOLUTELY GOTTA ANGST U CAN,,,,
BUT THEY GOTTA HAVE A HAPPY ENDING
indeed indeed cx
y E s
he does and they love him and he loves them.one day one of the cats is injured so he actually takes it in and thats the story of how they gain a pet cat
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[align=center]☣ ☣ ☣The smell of cheese and fried bread permeated the air, giving the kitchen a homely feeling that it'd been otherwise lacking while also having the unfortunate side-effect of making Cuan's stomach roll with hunger. He hadn't realized just how ravished he'd been, but now that he was aware of it his stomach felt startlingly empty. He was glad, then, that Aleksey decided the first sandwich go to him - which, in retrospect, was a little silly seeing as the other male couldn't exactly sit down to eat while he was still cooking - and he gave a grateful nod of acknowledgement at the proffered meal. The dark-haired male even managed to briefly pull the left corner of his mouth into a lopsided - albeit awkward - half-smile before he let the expression drop.
He listened with half an ear as Aleksey spoke, absently nodding as he pulled one of his gloves off using his teeth (his mother would have an aneurysm, but as it was his other hand was currently preoccupied by the ceramic plate carrying his food, and there weren’t exactly a lot of places to set it). When the other male’s words actually processed in his mind, Cuan couldn't help shooting the smaller male a single disbelieving stare. A single dark brow rose in quiet question, despite his best efforts to keep a neutral expression, but he didn’t say anything at the other’s rather... interesting choice of words.
After all, he was still in the other’s debt until proven otherwise, and he didn’t want to offend the other male with his less-than-agreeable thoughts regarding his choice career. Instead, he simply schooled his expression into one of silent acceptance and reached for one half of his sandwich.
His bare fingers brushed against it, and immediately they began to buzz with nerves. The curly-haired male’s breath hitched in his throat, and he hastily withdrew his hand. The tingling feeling dispersed, but the echo of it remained, making him frown in slight discomfort. It was like his hand had fallen asleep or something, and he wondered briefly if it were an aftereffect of his injuries.
He was pulled from his thoughts as Aleksey spoke again, and he tried his best to ignore the odd event that had just occurred in lieu of listening to his host. He hummed softly, although he couldn’t bring himself to sound any more interested than he was. Feeling a little bad about his obvious disinterest - it wasn’t like he wanted the other to think he thought him boring - he offered as genuine a smile as he could. “I... I see. That certainly is noble of you.” he paused, hesitant, and then, “I suppose it’s better you than me. I couldn’t imagine digging around someone else’s body. It’s- I wouldn’t really like having the responsibility of another’s life on my hands, I don’t think.”
He left out the fact that he got squeamish around blood. The less Aleksey knew about that particular weakness, the better.
Cuan’s stomach rumbled, and he would have flushed had he been the type. As it was, he felt a little uncomfortable with the idea of reaching for the sandwich again - but then again, he didn’t want to be rude. Wasting food, and especially in front of the person who cooked it, seemed unnecessarily cruel. So with a quick grimace, he went to frab the sandwich.
Just as last time, a collection of nerves immediately buzzed to life as soon as his bare skin touched the bread. Unlike last time, however, he stubbornly didn’t move, just sat with growing fascination as the buzzing died away, replaced instead with an odd warmth that engulfed his fingers. Unbidden, words began flashing through his mind, the voice of an older woman echoing in his head along with them. Butter is just a collection of triglycerides, sweetheart; bread is a composition of sugar chains, amino acid, sodium chloride and CO2. Remember? We read about it in your chemistry book - and when he blinked, one half sandwich slice on his plate, minus the cheese, had become little more than a pool of vaguely golden-brown liquid.
Cuan gaped at what had previously been his meal, breath stuttering in his throat. His hands trembled a little and he deposited the plate haphazardly on a nearby counter, feeling more than a little sick and awed at the same time as he tried to process what, exactly, had just happened. He looked at Aleksey, then back at the now very soggy plate, and then finally at his hand.
For a minute he just stood there, jaw hanging open as he tried to formulate a sentence or even a single word. When he finally did manage to speak, his voice was still a little shaky, albeit carefully controlled. “What in the hell... what was that?” he asked, even though he wasn’t sure Aleksey would know any better than he. After all, the guy was a med student- not a, a weird, spontaneously-liquefying sandwich expert. Did those even exist? Cuan hoped so. He’d probably need one after this.
//ru s h ed
close lol
but for me it’s more along the lines of this:
*shoves angst at post graders*
look i will literally take your feelings and grind them into dust if you don’t give me at least a b okay
OKAY
THIS IS A GOOD COMPROMISE
THANK YOU
yesyesyes
aleksey can take a lot but if u insult his cats he’s ready to fite u okay
Also
*ahem*
aafdH jfdAHFH agdajk lg
why did i choose this power!!!???
i can’t chemistry dammit
wtf
wtaf
paST mE
aaAAARG
i’m pretty sure i got about a million things wrong
aT LEASt
but ey
i’m sure you’ll correct me
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there was a period of silence after that, and he really didn't know what to say- or even if he should say anything. although lex desperately wanted to change the subject, he also didn't want to force the other to talk more than necessary, a possibility that seemed all too likely with the villain. eventually he decided prompting the other on how he was feeling would be an acceptable topic, and he turned from watching his food cook to say something, only to be brought to a halt by cuan's shocked expression and the pile of ex-bread liquid on the plate.
although he didn't say anything, aleksey knew exactly what that was. he'd experienced the other's power before and although logic told him that he wasn't in danger, that cuan didn't even have any idea what was happening himself, he felt his body go stiff and his blood run cold and the strong urge to follow the fight or flight motto. the back of his mind was buzzing, letting him know that he now had several of his own abilities at his disposal to protect himself with. cuan's words hung in the air as aleksey attempted to pull himself together, desperately shoving his panic back down his throat because, damnit, it was just a sandwich.
"sorry." lex took a shaky breath, glad to note the presence in the back of his mind fade away as he calmed down, although he was sure he was still a bit pale. "uhm. i, i don't know."
//thIS IS TERRIBLE BUT IT EXISTS EYYYY
lm a o of course it is
threats vs bribing
OK THAN K U
yes true, for real tho?? like if u insult him hes just kinda teary eyed but if u insult his friends hes teary eyed and then ready to beat u to the ground (although his powers wouldnt kick in so itd be a bit like a smol lap dog attempting to fight a mastiff lmao)
eYYY LMAO NO
I SUCK AT CHEMISTRY AHA
I CAN THEORIZE WITH THE BASICS BUT IDK SHIT ABOUT THE ACTUAL CRAFT
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[align=center]☣ ☣ ☣Cuan wasn't at all surprised by the other's knowledge - or, rather, lack thereof - but the absence of an easy answer both frustrated and disappointed him. If there was one thing the amnesiac was learning about himself, it was that he hated not knowing anything- a fact that was so laughably ironic that he suddenly had a strong urge to break into hysterics. His pride, still intact and strong as ever despite everything, was enough to keep him from doing so, if only just barely. That and, well, he very much doubted Aleskey's hospitality would extend to helping some stranger - who had just demonstrated the ability to liquefy a perfectly good sandwich - down from a mental breakdown in the middle of his kitchen.
So he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to compartmentalize. He counted to ten and back, and then forced himself to inhale and exhale in time with his heart. He threaded his fingers together, and then ran his gloved hand through his hair, tried to compartmentalize again and then uttered a soft string of curses when none of that worked.
The entire situation seemed to suddenly and abruptly began to crash down on him, like a bucket of ice being dumped over his head. He realized with an unexpected clarity how ridiculous the entire situation was, and for a minute all he wanted to do was laugh. The sound choked off and died before it passed his lips, and instead his expression seemed to completely shut down.
As he sunk onto the floor, knees almost immediately coming up to press against his chest as he stared unblinkingly at his single, ungloved hand, the dark-haired male finally - mercifully - allowed himself to panic.
Visually speaking, it didn't look like much- there were no tears, or screaming, or any noise at all. But his fingers trembled violently, and his chest was rising and falling in such quick succession that it looking almost painful, and sweat coated his forehead in a thin sheen of perspiration that dampened his hair.
//*singing* all of the shit in the world~ couldn't compare to this~ I have no idea what im doing~
poor lex he's trying so hard
damn
this did not want to be written rip
haHAHA WELL THEN IT LOOKS LIKE I'MMA BULLSHIT MY WAY THROUGH THIS ONE LMAO