Isaac Lahey (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
freezerburned) wrote2013-01-09 02:51 pm
freezerburned) wrote2013-01-09 02:51 pm
IC Contact for Asgard
this is isaac. leave a message
[Text | Video | Voice | Offline]
Isaac?
[she sounds like hell, but don't they all. she doesn't ask if he's okay, because of course he's not okay.]
Is there anything I can do?
[she sounds like hell, but don't they all. she doesn't ask if he's okay, because of course he's not okay.]
Is there anything I can do?
I don't know.
[His voice is exhausted, soft, just- done.]
Scott is- it's not going over well.
[His voice is exhausted, soft, just- done.]
Scott is- it's not going over well.
By the time you get this you should be back... [ He makes it sound like Isaac's gone on a trip somewhere because thinking about him being dead upsets Scott too much. ]
I don't know how much you remember, but I know you well enough to know you're probably beating yourself about it. It wasn't your fault, okay? No matter how much you think it was, it wasn't.
And if it was you who helped with what happened at the pet store... [ Scott shakes the horrible images from his mind. ] It's okay. I forgive you.
I'll understand if you don't want to see anyone but tell me when you're back.
...It's good to have you back, Isaac. Believe me when I say that.
I don't know how much you remember, but I know you well enough to know you're probably beating yourself about it. It wasn't your fault, okay? No matter how much you think it was, it wasn't.
And if it was you who helped with what happened at the pet store... [ Scott shakes the horrible images from his mind. ] It's okay. I forgive you.
I'll understand if you don't want to see anyone but tell me when you're back.
...It's good to have you back, Isaac. Believe me when I say that.
[Isaac doesn't reply for two days- well, he's dead for two days, but what's more, he doesn't know how to feel when he sees Scott's message. There's no relief that comes with the forgiveness, no thankfulness. He just feels hollow.
Even after he sees the message, he doesn't respond for the longest time. When he does- it's late, and his words probably leave a lot to be desired.]
im back
[Scott asked him to tell him- he can do that much. The rest of it? He doesn't know what to say. Doesn't even know how he'd begin to express what he's feeling, what he wants to say. So he leaves it at that, a two-word text message after everything he's done.]
Even after he sees the message, he doesn't respond for the longest time. When he does- it's late, and his words probably leave a lot to be desired.]
im back
[Scott asked him to tell him- he can do that much. The rest of it? He doesn't know what to say. Doesn't even know how he'd begin to express what he's feeling, what he wants to say. So he leaves it at that, a two-word text message after everything he's done.]
[she sighs, takes a breath, tries to force her voice out without a waver. it almost works.]
I'm sorry.
I never meant--I never wanted to--
[her voice cracks]
I'm sorry.
I never meant--I never wanted to--
[her voice cracks]
[She's shaking her head, stepping away from Scott as he says it and she doesn't even sit down. She just tells him that he's wrong. That he heard wrong. That Sophie was wrong. It's not like Sophie can't be wrong. Everyone is seeing things -- doing things they don't even understand. She's waking up far from her own bed, Isaac isn't sleeping, there are people dying -- but it's not Isaac.
Isaac couldn't be one of the ones... She laughs, that nervous shake of a laugh and it's the first sound that cuts into the audio.]
No... see, he's not -- he wouldn't do that. He -- [She shakes her head again, but it's just audio coming through.]
Isaac, tell Scott -- I mean, you can just message him back, because he's telling me that you're dead. That it was you. That Sophie told him -- but he's wrong, because you wouldn't -- you wouldn't -- not to me. You wouldn't leave.
[She exhales that shaken breath, the one that holds onot all those doubts and fears she has that it is true -- that he had been one of the ones...]
So, just -- just message him. Message me - if -- it's okay, whatever it is - right? We can figure it out, you know you have me. I'm not gonna --
[She draws in a breath, just as shaky as the one she had exhaled and her voice pleads softly.] Just message me. Please.
Because... I don't want to do this right now. [Her mouth draws inward, a tight line being drawn as she can feel the tears start to sting. She won't let him hear her. She cuts the audio instead.]
Isaac couldn't be one of the ones... She laughs, that nervous shake of a laugh and it's the first sound that cuts into the audio.]
No... see, he's not -- he wouldn't do that. He -- [She shakes her head again, but it's just audio coming through.]
Isaac, tell Scott -- I mean, you can just message him back, because he's telling me that you're dead. That it was you. That Sophie told him -- but he's wrong, because you wouldn't -- you wouldn't -- not to me. You wouldn't leave.
[She exhales that shaken breath, the one that holds onot all those doubts and fears she has that it is true -- that he had been one of the ones...]
So, just -- just message him. Message me - if -- it's okay, whatever it is - right? We can figure it out, you know you have me. I'm not gonna --
[She draws in a breath, just as shaky as the one she had exhaled and her voice pleads softly.] Just message me. Please.
Because... I don't want to do this right now. [Her mouth draws inward, a tight line being drawn as she can feel the tears start to sting. She won't let him hear her. She cuts the audio instead.]
[He wakes up in the castle, of course, but he doesn't know why. Isaac feels like he's been brutalized, scrubbed raw and wrung out and put away still twisted. He opens his eyes, he breathes, and the ceiling is unfamiliar. Everything seems sore, for some reason- had he died?
Isaac doesn't remember dying. He sits up slowly, glancing around for his bracelet, his brows furrowed as he tries to think. Tries to remember what killed him. It might have been one of the others- the people who were corrupted, the-
(blood on his hands, screams of death around him, shoving spikes of shadow into the spine of a girl, water running over his fingers, blood down the drain, down the drain, circling in, dying the water pink, blood slicking his fingers together, blood, blood, blood-)
He jerks back like he's been stung, flinging himself back onto the bed, his hands pressing against his temples. He's still sore, everything still hurts, and a blade in his chest, Sophie's scream ringing in his ears. Isaac's hands move to cover his face, eyes squeezed shut tight against the sudden onslaught of memory, and no- no, no, no, it's not- this is just a trick, it has to be. It has to be-
A sudden sob wracks in his throat, and Isaac opens his eyes, looks at his fingers, and they're clean, there's no blood, but he knows now. He remembers. It's not true. It can't be true, someone killed him and implanted the memories- he'd remember if it was him, right? He'd know...
Jade's post rings in his memory, and she didn't know. Odin told them that the corrupted wouldn't know. And for all that he'd suspected Erica, for all that he'd been paranoid, locked the doors, thought everyone was out to kill him- the sleeplessness, the nightmares, the exhaustion. Waking up in his shoes, the misplaced pet store key-
(-dangling a screaming rodent over Grey Wind's eager jaws, laughing, laughing, dropping it into eager teeth-)
It was him. This entire time.
The other faces swim through his hazy memory, Robb, Davesprite, even some he didn't recognize, and they all did it. They all met up, exchanged weapons, paired off, and- why? Why?
It's a long time before he has the sense of mind to finally look up, see his bracelet on the bedside table. Isaac reaches for it, numbly, checks his messages, tries to anticipate a flurry of hatred and anger.
Instead, he gets Scott, telling him it's okay (it's not okay). Instead, he gets Erica crying.
Two days ago.
She has to know by now. She has to... and Isaac listens to it again, and once more- torturing himself with it, really, trying to just think of how much he must have let her down. He'd suspected her. He'd had the audacity to tell others that she was one of the killers.
Isaac can't even speak in response. His voice feels hoarse, hollow, and he's not entirely sure that he won't just break down on the first syllable.]
i don have to comehome
[He types out the response without even looking, playing Erica's sobbing voice in his head, over and over. The images, the people he killed, it's all still blurry, but her pain- that's as clear as day.]
Isaac doesn't remember dying. He sits up slowly, glancing around for his bracelet, his brows furrowed as he tries to think. Tries to remember what killed him. It might have been one of the others- the people who were corrupted, the-
(blood on his hands, screams of death around him, shoving spikes of shadow into the spine of a girl, water running over his fingers, blood down the drain, down the drain, circling in, dying the water pink, blood slicking his fingers together, blood, blood, blood-)
He jerks back like he's been stung, flinging himself back onto the bed, his hands pressing against his temples. He's still sore, everything still hurts, and a blade in his chest, Sophie's scream ringing in his ears. Isaac's hands move to cover his face, eyes squeezed shut tight against the sudden onslaught of memory, and no- no, no, no, it's not- this is just a trick, it has to be. It has to be-
A sudden sob wracks in his throat, and Isaac opens his eyes, looks at his fingers, and they're clean, there's no blood, but he knows now. He remembers. It's not true. It can't be true, someone killed him and implanted the memories- he'd remember if it was him, right? He'd know...
Jade's post rings in his memory, and she didn't know. Odin told them that the corrupted wouldn't know. And for all that he'd suspected Erica, for all that he'd been paranoid, locked the doors, thought everyone was out to kill him- the sleeplessness, the nightmares, the exhaustion. Waking up in his shoes, the misplaced pet store key-
(-dangling a screaming rodent over Grey Wind's eager jaws, laughing, laughing, dropping it into eager teeth-)
It was him. This entire time.
The other faces swim through his hazy memory, Robb, Davesprite, even some he didn't recognize, and they all did it. They all met up, exchanged weapons, paired off, and- why? Why?
It's a long time before he has the sense of mind to finally look up, see his bracelet on the bedside table. Isaac reaches for it, numbly, checks his messages, tries to anticipate a flurry of hatred and anger.
Instead, he gets Scott, telling him it's okay (it's not okay). Instead, he gets Erica crying.
Two days ago.
She has to know by now. She has to... and Isaac listens to it again, and once more- torturing himself with it, really, trying to just think of how much he must have let her down. He'd suspected her. He'd had the audacity to tell others that she was one of the killers.
Isaac can't even speak in response. His voice feels hoarse, hollow, and he's not entirely sure that he won't just break down on the first syllable.]
i don have to comehome
[He types out the response without even looking, playing Erica's sobbing voice in his head, over and over. The images, the people he killed, it's all still blurry, but her pain- that's as clear as day.]
Edited 2013-09-30 05:52 (UTC)
Did you make it out all right? I couldn't find you, and things got a bit chaotic there.
oh cool are you out too? i was wondering how i managed to get out
[ Is it weird that Allison's contacting Isaac before she contacts Scott? That saying I remember stabbing you now and I'm really sorry is easier to say than We broke up back home and explaining that to the boyfriend she was living with before she went home? Or went into a coma and witnessed what happened back home, whatever it was that happened? It feels weird, but that's what's happening. ]
I just wanted to let you know that I'm awake again. Or back, I guess.
[ There's an "In case you were worried" almost tacked on there, but she deletes it before sending the message. ]
I just wanted to let you know that I'm awake again. Or back, I guess.
[ There's an "In case you were worried" almost tacked on there, but she deletes it before sending the message. ]
[ There's a few minutes worth of delay between that message and this next one, mostly because Allison doesn't really know how to say it. She knows she wants to after her memories from Asgard came flooding back, mixing with and muddling up the new memories of home, putting her in a seriously conflicting spot. But it's been a day now and she knows that she at least needs to tell people she's back. And she can't just let Isaac think she doesn't remember what happened, that she isn't actually sorry for it now that she remembers it. ]
I also wanted to say that I'm sorry for what happened back home. I could give you a long list of excuses, but none of them will excuse what I did.
[ She knows that they're friends here in Asgard, that he's forgiven her for it already (or seems to have) but it's different now that she remembers stabbing him. She doesn't feel like she deserves absolution or forgiveness. ]
I also wanted to say that I'm sorry for what happened back home. I could give you a long list of excuses, but none of them will excuse what I did.
[ She knows that they're friends here in Asgard, that he's forgiven her for it already (or seems to have) but it's different now that she remembers stabbing him. She doesn't feel like she deserves absolution or forgiveness. ]
text; no one does a better job of beating up allison argent than allison argent herself
gymnast
- 2013-12-04 17:00 (UTC) - Expand1. which house
2. who else is there
3. literally on christmas???
2. who else is there
3. literally on christmas???
gently retcons isaac acting like christmas is on a specific day in asgard...
freezerburned
- 2013-12-19 11:32 (UTC) - ExpandAre you planning on going to Alfheim?
[ This is a message with numerous purposes, but the main one she's going to focus on - and the only one she plans on telling Isaac - is in regards to Stiles. ]
[ This is a message with numerous purposes, but the main one she's going to focus on - and the only one she plans on telling Isaac - is in regards to Stiles. ]
yeah. i dont want to leave scott but ive been planning to go
[For... more than one reason, really. The whole situation is complicated now.]
are you?
[For... more than one reason, really. The whole situation is complicated now.]
are you?
[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.
A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]
Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.
A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]
Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.
[After eating a chocolate left by a certain someone, Hibiki is left in a bright mood. Maybe she should check on everyone? Just, you know. See how they're doing.]
Isaac-san! It's been a while... How have you been lately?
Isaac-san! It's been a while... How have you been lately?
[Awww, that's so sweet of her.]
Hey, Hibiki. [He grins, but falters a little at her question, not quite sure how to answer.] I've been... busy, I guess.
And you?
Hey, Hibiki. [He grins, but falters a little at her question, not quite sure how to answer.] I've been... busy, I guess.
And you?
[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.
His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.
It's also accompanied by a note. ]
Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.
His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.
It's also accompanied by a note. ]
Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.
[ after waking up, derek takes his time contacting a few choice people. scott, because things are different now, the kid is an alpha -- he's seen it for himself, how and why finally -- and the alpha pack defeated. jennifer too. erica and boyd are dead, their blood on his hands.
and he'd sent a message in stiles' direction, to ask about the wolf -- cora -- but not much else.
the rest is something he has to do in person. namely, there's erica who -- unless someone has yet to tell him otherwise -- is alive here, and fine. and isaac, who he'd not only kicked out of his loft, chased off to scott's, but had also left behind after losing his power as an alpha. not a lot of words had been traded between them since they'd parted ways, though derek's more than sure that as far as things back home go, it might be for the better.
but here...
neither of them are his anymore, in any sense. but then, have they really been for a long time?
he stands behind the door for a long moment, hesitation not in his nature but right then-- he wonders if perhaps this might be a mistake in the making. if there will be any understanding between them. he knocks twice. ]
and he'd sent a message in stiles' direction, to ask about the wolf -- cora -- but not much else.
the rest is something he has to do in person. namely, there's erica who -- unless someone has yet to tell him otherwise -- is alive here, and fine. and isaac, who he'd not only kicked out of his loft, chased off to scott's, but had also left behind after losing his power as an alpha. not a lot of words had been traded between them since they'd parted ways, though derek's more than sure that as far as things back home go, it might be for the better.
but here...
neither of them are his anymore, in any sense. but then, have they really been for a long time?
he stands behind the door for a long moment, hesitation not in his nature but right then-- he wonders if perhaps this might be a mistake in the making. if there will be any understanding between them. he knocks twice. ]
[Isaac doesn't really know what he's expecting when he opens the door- maybe Scott or Stiles, since they're both next door now. He's been hanging out with them more and more recently, and despite Stiles' tantrums about Isaac trying to take Scott away from him, the transition has gone pretty smoothly.
So smoothly, in fact, that when he opens the front door to see Derek standing there, it's all he can really do to stop and stare at him, the mug of coffee shaking dangerously in his hands, as if he had been about to drop it before tightening his fingers at the last minute.]
Derek-
[His eyebrows lift, and it's not a bad reaction- just a surprised one, so after a moment, he shuffles aside to let him in. He's still in his pajamas, hair ruffled up from sleep, even though it's midafternoon. Some things don't really change.]
Come in, hey. [There's a slight glance toward the kitchen.] I just made some coffee. Do you want some?
So smoothly, in fact, that when he opens the front door to see Derek standing there, it's all he can really do to stop and stare at him, the mug of coffee shaking dangerously in his hands, as if he had been about to drop it before tightening his fingers at the last minute.]
Derek-
[His eyebrows lift, and it's not a bad reaction- just a surprised one, so after a moment, he shuffles aside to let him in. He's still in his pajamas, hair ruffled up from sleep, even though it's midafternoon. Some things don't really change.]
Come in, hey. [There's a slight glance toward the kitchen.] I just made some coffee. Do you want some?
okay heres the thing
im tired of us tiptoeing around one another when its pretty obvious that i like scott and allison, and scott likes allison and me, and allison likes scott and me. so i have an ultimatum
either you two start dating again or im going to date one of you because this whole pining thing sucks. i mean id be happy for you if you guys were getting some but right now nobody is getting any
and thats just sad
im tired of us tiptoeing around one another when its pretty obvious that i like scott and allison, and scott likes allison and me, and allison likes scott and me. so i have an ultimatum
either you two start dating again or im going to date one of you because this whole pining thing sucks. i mean id be happy for you if you guys were getting some but right now nobody is getting any
and thats just sad
stiles is getting some. a lot. i hear about it a lot.
[ Which is why this situation is entirely wrong because Stiles is getting more than he is. ]
only two of us being in a relationship doesn't make sense to me if we all want each other.
[ Which is why this situation is entirely wrong because Stiles is getting more than he is. ]
only two of us being in a relationship doesn't make sense to me if we all want each other.
Erica!
[HUFF HUFF HUFF. This cake is so not funny okay.]
Are you in your room!?
[HUFF HUFF HUFF. This cake is so not funny okay.]
Are you in your room!?
please tell me your mom has a brother i dont know about
not recently? we made plans to meet for lunch today
do you want me to tell her anything when i see her?
[You're not gonna see her, Isaac, just sayin'.]
do you want me to tell her anything when i see her?
[You're not gonna see her, Isaac, just sayin'.]
[Oh boy.]
yeah im here. just got... uh, back
yeah im here. just got... uh, back
[She tells Cora that she'll tell Isaac and the moment she sends it, she switches and moves to send a message to Isaac.]
boyd's here. cora is bringing him home. are you there? I was making a delivery, but I'm headed home now.
[That's a slight exaggeration. She wants to head home, but she's having a problem with actually getting herself to move from this spot.]
boyd's here. cora is bringing him home. are you there? I was making a delivery, but I'm headed home now.
[That's a slight exaggeration. She wants to head home, but she's having a problem with actually getting herself to move from this spot.]
i ran into him on the streets earlier.
are we kicking cora out? where is everyone gonna sleep?
[It's only fair, really. Isaac doesn't know her- maybe Erica doesn't either. They only have three bedrooms, and it's a given that Boyd is going to stay with them. He has to.]
are we kicking cora out? where is everyone gonna sleep?
[It's only fair, really. Isaac doesn't know her- maybe Erica doesn't either. They only have three bedrooms, and it's a given that Boyd is going to stay with them. He has to.]
[i'll come find you, she had promised, and so when people start returning, that's exactly what sophie does. not straight away--there are more important people he likely needs to see--but soon enough. she ignores his shared apartment entirely and gives only a cursory glance into the window of the pet store just in case she's guessed wrong.
she hasn't guessed wrong. isaac is in the park, in the shade of a familiar tree. his back is to her, and so she sends a little shadow pup ambling ahead of her. this can't be a good time for him to be sneaked up on. it crawls into his lap to assault him with mercifully dry puppy kisses as she crosses the expanse of somehow still manicured lawn to sit down beside him.]
she hasn't guessed wrong. isaac is in the park, in the shade of a familiar tree. his back is to her, and so she sends a little shadow pup ambling ahead of her. this can't be a good time for him to be sneaked up on. it crawls into his lap to assault him with mercifully dry puppy kisses as she crosses the expanse of somehow still manicured lawn to sit down beside him.]
[Isaac is surprised to see the puppy, and he has to do a quick doubletake to ensure that it's a shadow, to ensure that it's not one of his. There's a tenuous flutter of control there as he reaches for it with his own power, before recognizing Sophie's hand in it with a little smile.
He moves to pick the puppy up then, tucking it close to his chest as he turns to look for her, wherever she is.]
He moves to pick the puppy up then, tucking it close to his chest as he turns to look for her, wherever she is.]
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