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Post by Rowan on Jul 13, 2021 15:51:18 GMT -8
Did he feel guilty? Not really. Sure, it had taken Rowan a long time to get around to calling Gavin, but he didn't feel bad about it. He had been in a place that hadn't been very conducive to dealing with people. Between Mitch's very pointed questions and the novel experience of therapy, the Darkling had felt very much like a fish out of its depth. After that, there had been Bonnie's research and well, everyone knows how that turned out.
Whatever else had happened, the trip to Twilight had made him realize how little his knowledge actually meant. Not to be a walking meme, but 'Apes together strong,' and Rowan had been very much alone. Gavin presented an interesting opportunity to rectify that. Like the Darkling he had a hard time accepting what he had been made into, and Rowan had promised to help. He was both an excellent ally in a fight and in the Hedge, as well as research material. Razorhands were few and far between and analyzing one up close was too good to pass up.
So Rowan had called Gavin and set up a meeting on the edge of Las Vegas. They would be withing the city Wards, but still isolated enough to not draw unwanted attention. Loudly slurping on a new flavour of smoothie, the Darkling made his way to the agreed upon location.
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Post by Gavin Graves on Jul 13, 2021 16:49:01 GMT -8
Gavin had been caught up in the whirlwind of adventure and turmoil that came with the death of poor Yasmin. It's not that he'd forgotten Rowan's offer to experiment with changing Gavin's kith to something other than what his keeper had made him, he'd just been entirely too busy. It had taken him some time to pay off the sleep mortgage he had accrued in Callahan's lab. Further to that, he'd had to play the undesired attention of two gangs off on each other to buy himself a reprieve. It was had been a ruse to convince the Black Dragons that he'd been affiliated with the other group and deflect them off his trail: appear to be going to their territories a few times and disappearing before being seen by the other group. The heat from the second gang hadn't cooked off yet; that was something yet to be handled.
As much as the feeling of impending dread from the failed Spring rite weighed on Gavin's mind, he had to admit he was doing quite well in the broader sense within the Freehold. He'd earned some adulation with Summer for helping to save a few mundane lives and incidentally seal up some of Spring's justice. It had left him a strange mix of giddy and nervous.
If Spring's contracts of renewal were to fail, as he expected, the liability of Gavin's claws would be at its highest. This was a great time to be testing if he could perhaps be contained by a friendly action before things got out of hand. Gavin suggested one of the less used trail areas he'd had some experience with in his day-job as a trail guide: a place where he knew the area and its secret hideaways. Gavin brought his usual kit with some extra water and food in the case of something going awry and needing to hunker down. He'd picked a place where he knew wild horses were a fairly common encounter. It was his practice to maintain options and be prepared. The presence of horses he always found comforting. They did not feel the same of him however, not since his return.
"Found your way alright, yeah?"
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Post by Rowan on Jul 13, 2021 22:05:01 GMT -8
He stepped out of the shadows and into the light. It was all very dramatic and totally accidental - Rowan was nowhere near that cool.
"Yeah. Did you intend to camp?" He asked as he pointed the bag. "You're like a boy scout." He slurped his drink as he eyed the desert wearily. Even at night, it made him feel very small and insignificant. That endless expanse represented most of the things that had gone wrong for him. The Revenant Crisis, his friendship with Dani.
His eyes returned to Gavin as he tried to assess the situation. the Darkling hadn't talked to the Beast since Spring's coronation and frankly knew very little about him. Them? Rowan was pretty sure it was him.
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Post by Gavin Graves on Jul 13, 2021 23:20:35 GMT -8
He nodded at the arrival. "More than I'd care to admit. Bit of a thing when you grow up in the bush where everything can kill you, yeah? Less than I remember being though. Some stuff didn't come back with me," Gavin was sure the last part was a shared affliction.
Turning to face his arriving compatriot, his birdlike eyes adjusted quickly to the new direction of the light. "Nah, it's more of a just in case thing. I like to be reasonably prepared for the elements in case the situation changes. It would do terrible for my reputation as a guide, in either of our worlds, if I were to get all FIGJAM and die of easily preventable exposure."
Rowan's read on him was pretty clean if lacking in depth. He sensed that Gavin enjoyed being out in this environment and was quite comfortable. Even without an explanation of the colloquialism, he would know it was a layered way to imply he was good at his jobs, but not so arrogant as to play around with safety. There was a deep undercurrent of anxiety, but he didn't notice any link between it and the experiment of the evening--perhaps the clarity of a connection was blurred by competing hope.
"I even brought a little extra survival supplies for you. Again, just in case," he shrugged like he was a bit self-conscious of his 'concern for the unlikely' and deflected his inner-demon of self-doubt while portioning out a smaller secondary pack.
"How're you doing?" Gavin had noticed the nervous energy Rowan had at Ostara which culminated in delaying the experiment at that time. The shadow play on Rowan's face had made him a bit inscrutable and he hoped a voiced answer would clear things up.
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Post by Rowan on Jul 14, 2021 5:52:56 GMT -8
He nodded at the mention of extra supplies, just as his gaze was dragged back to the sands.
“I almost died in that desert,” he answered after a moment of silence. “And the person that dragged me out now won’t talk to me anymore because I’ve been a dick to her. So yeah, not a happy place.”
“Reminds me there are things bigger than me though. Keeps that hubris in check. Should have an impact on what we’re trying to do.”
Rowan finished his smoothie and tossed the cup into the closes trash bin. He was going to have to be very upfront about what he was doing, or he would find out just how sharp those claws were.
“So. Do you have questions about what we are going to do tonight? What are your expectations?”
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Post by Gavin Graves on Jul 14, 2021 9:39:58 GMT -8
At the mention of the near-death experience in the desert, Gavin grew a vaguely haunted look and nodded slowly for a time after that. "You're here though. Still with us, that is. That's something. You learned from it. Like I learned to bring extra and always respect nature."
Hubris. There was that word again for the second time in as many weeks. Cinder had thrown that one at him the last time around. He just wanted to fix things. To save a lot of people a lot of pain. That's what Gavin liked to think was behind his actions. It was a much nobler version than the truth. He really wanted to be less afraid.
"Nature gives me clarity. It's a constant reminder of my mortality. With these ..." pausing to wave his reptilian clawed hand. "If I hang out with Lost, I don't need reminders of others' mortality. I see it in their faces. With just mundane people for too long though, I can forget. I can never be allowed to forget," he punctuated the last statement with grim certainty. Even with Rowan's confident read on Gavin's comportment, he couldn't tell if Gavin was speaking from experience or merely worry. "Not like this anyway."
"I do have a few questions. What's it like to change to something else? Does it feel different? Do you think differently? Do you just know you can do the thing the other kith specializes in?" his characteristic manic energy was surfacing.
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Post by Rowan on Jul 16, 2021 7:41:50 GMT -8
"Depends on how deep the change is. Like I told you last time, anyone with the Contract can look like something else. Doesn't change who they are deep inside though." The subject of fear was becoming more personal than Rowan had the energy or empathy for. He had given Gavin a nod of understanding and then proceeded to change the subject.
"What I do is different. My nature is more malleable and it makes it so when I change kiths, it's not just aesthetic. It goes hand in hand with my connection to the Wyrd and i need to really understand the kith for it to work, but still. So yeah, in my experience my way of thinking changes. Kiths reflect what happened to us in Arcadia, and that also affects our worldview. Change one, and the other follows."
"It's more pronounced if you let it take over you. Lean into it."
He shrugged. This was easier. The Beast seemed to be getting into it too.
"There is some intrinsic understanding of you can do, yeah. But without the skills or the knowledge, it's difficult to tap. And it doesn't provide context. I might turn into a Gravewright, doesn't mean I know anything about ghosts."
Rowan explained also that the effects weren't permanent and that he could end the change any time he wished to. "The difference can be... a lot. Few realize how much our kiths really affect us."
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Post by Gavin Graves on Jul 16, 2021 9:42:03 GMT -8
"Oh yeah, I do remember that part. That's the part that interests me. If it was only surface deep, it'd just be a temporary removal of that reminder to check myself, like when I'm around the mundane too long. Can't have that." He carried that energy of interest forward.
Lean into it. Gavin wondered if it would even be possible for him to do that. He concluded that he could after some consideration. It wouldn't be risk-free though.
"That's not going to be the easiest thing. Giving myself over to it, that is. I've spent years away from others, either in the Hedge or out here in the bush, practicing restraint and rigid control. I have very few channels where I can safely let my instincts run free," it was only fair to flag the situation to his compatriot, since it had occurred to him that Rowan might be sizing him up for learning the ins and outs of his kith to maybe add it to his repertoire. Is he only considering things through the perspective of kith and perhaps his own seeming? Gavin found himself pulling back on the reigns of his excitement, reminded of the need for control.
"What's your startle response?" he asked in obfuscated rhetoric, "Step away, scare, freeze, run, hide, deflect, throat-punch, mind control?" He unloaded a barrage of reasonable to escalating reflexes and pantomimed them as he went--for mind control he held two fingers to each temple with a wide eyed expression.
When it looked like Rowan had considered his answer and was about to give it Gavin punctuated his point with a flat matter of fact affect.
"Mine's eviscerate."
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Post by Rowan on Jul 16, 2021 21:02:07 GMT -8
"I'm a big believer in fight or flight." The Darkling took a deep breath. It was like talking to himself. Rowan was no Beast, but he also wasn't a stranger to what Gavin was describing. Sometimes, in the dead of night, when insomnia kept him up, he wondered how he ended up being a Darkling. When he compared himself to Riley...
'Stop it. That's a spiralling thought if I've ever heard one.' He exhaled.
"My therapist says that instinct is a coping mechanism we develop to cope with what's happened to us, if that makes any sense to you. Like, if you blame your Keeper, say that they made you this way, programmed you, then it's not your fault." He pinched his nose at the emotional labour. "Not you you, like, a hypothetical you. He says we always have control and that it's something that can be worked on."
Was it worth it? Investing in someone he barely knew and was hanging out for a completely different reason? Maybe, but he had to try. Ever since the ritual, Rowan had been trying to rekindle that spark of warmth he had felt in the deepest darkness of the heat vents, the certitude that none of it mattered if he was alone.
"I'm not saying what you're feeling is not valid. And I'm not telling you what to do. Just. Food for thought? Cuz I'm still trying to wrap my head around that one."
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Post by Gavin Graves on Jul 16, 2021 23:12:54 GMT -8
Gavin could see Rowan was trying to connect with his meaning. Fight or flight was the right direction. It simply didn't capture the distance down that road Gavin had meant though. Gavin could transform into a bear right now start growling menacingly and he'd start to see fight or flight from Rowan. How could Gavin translate an instinct like his? Tickle him and you risk losing an arm. A jump scare and you're counting how many ribs you still have intact before you bleed out.
That just covers the reflexes and excess capacity for violent results.
What person could understand an instinct where your limbs built up a longing ache that could only be briefly sated when bathed in the warmth of fresh blood? Gavin doubted Rowan's vision of fight or flight had room for an ecstatic trance that could peak in a shower of arterial spray from multiple victims. His Keeper built him not to be the most difficult prey in his realm, but the most dangerous prey. To suit that purpose he was made to take animal joy from the murder.
People that take pleasure in the deaths of others generally attract unflattering descriptors and titles.
Gavin could tell Rowan was doing a few loops of his own managing the internal machinery. Perhaps there was some room for understanding to be found in the direction of similar patterns.
"Instincts in people maybe," Gavin was no psychologist. "You know much about birds? Ever hear of a shrike?" he paused momentarily to note Rowan was following along. His gregarious and playful demeanor turned serious.
"It's known as the Butcher Bird: it's kind of like the 'Vlad the Impaler' of birds. It skewers its prey on available spikes in its environment after breaking necks and such to stun or kill. It will do this to excess and put on a gruesome display of its future meals. It doesn't eat everything it kills. It kills for fun and practice. Instincts compel that behaviour."
"I have been made to be this way. You are right. I am not responsible for that," Rowan did have some good points and they were probably useful for most others. "Think for a moment though. Do you think people are going to care about where the blame for my actions land if half a dozen bodies are on the ground on the strip?" Gavin paused hard looking like he was considering saying something more and struggling. "Or worse."
"There's no room for me to go easy on myself. It's better for everyone else. I need to be relentlessly careful."
An ounce of pure truth poured out of an inner exhaustion, "I want a minute where I can look at another person and don't have to silence the darkness."
Gavin worried that in saying enough he had also said too much. There could be no friends though if he always had to hide. It was a risk.
He scanned his companion for signs he was right worry.
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Post by Rowan on Jul 18, 2021 15:44:03 GMT -8
"I'm not saying it right. Probably because I don't fully get it. Like. Apparently, those instincts are something that can be worked on and dismantled. I dunno. Doesn't make me feel any better about myself."
He shoved his hands in his pockets and lowered his voice a little. He didn't like talking about these things, but he had been forcing himself to do it. Who knew, maybe having someone who gets it might help Gavin. If Courtiers couldn't help each other within their own Seasons, what was the Freehold even for?
"I doesn't make me feel any more in control on those days when I look at myself from outside I can't connect to my own body. It doesn't help when I can't make the difference between what's memory and what's Wyrd."
"I change kiths a lot. A lot. It doesn't fix me, just makes it bearable for a while." He didn't want to give him false hope. There was kinship to be found there and Rowan was willing to work for it, at least for now. "We still made it out of There, Gavin. I need to believe I can be more than this."
"You're right, I don't shred people into confetti. I just dive head first into every single Strange Shit because it's infinitely easier than dealing with my actual daily life. Maybe it's indirectly, but I'm just as much of a killer as you. I used to think that distancing myself would be for the best, but it only made it worse. We're a community for a reason - everyone needs someone. I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Agrippa."
"I'm ranting."
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Post by Gavin Graves on Jul 18, 2021 22:22:45 GMT -8
The pair's struggles were quite similar. Similar in the way a funhouse mirror reflects a dark and twisted form. Rowan felt disconnected from his body. Gavin struggled to hear anything but his own body's commands. In both cases it was action without input. The consequences would always come free of charge and accept no refused delivery.
He had escaped Arcadia. That was true. It was a great accomplishment all on its own, not that he remembered much of it. Gavin had set about learning the esoteric to return some structure to his experiences there and allow him to scaffold his sense of self and build something with what remained. It was a hunger he could feed.
He had been listening intently, nodding at points confirming understanding and reflecting on his own version of the truth given voice.
Gavin started to relax a bit when he got the sense Rowan held a better understanding than he gave him credit. It could be worth sounding out the suggestion. It also had the effect of thoroughly dampening his hopes on what a Kith change might do for him. It was still something he was interested in knowing for sure though.
"I do too. Maybe if I understand all the things. Somewhere in the mess I will find a way to be in charge full time. Also, you got to keep busy, right?" Their similarities were starting to feel a little spooky. Gavin even had trouble shutting up at times. He chuckled at the absurdity of it all.
"Alright. Say I was interested in taming or exorcising these demons--the commands of reflex and urge. Who would I talk to about that mess?"
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Post by Rowan on Jul 23, 2021 15:25:45 GMT -8
"I usually go to Mitchell Carr, but he deals more with Torrents. Still, could give him a call, he might refer you to someone."
Rowan thumbed through his phone and then flipped the screen so that Gavin could copy the number.
"I'm still down to try the Contract on you. I... I didn't mean to dissuade you, that would make me a hypocrite. It's an interesting experience, if nothing else." As much as he had no idea what his identity was as a whole, he at least understood the smaller pieces. Well, if the gestalt theory was anything to go by, that knowledge meant very little.
The Razorhand's disposition seemed to shift. Rowan had no idea he was on guard until he wasn't anymore. Were they making some progress? That would be a first. The Darkling's shoulders sagged as well, adopting a more slouchy posture, a sign of his own stress dispersing, maybe. Social encounters were challenging for him in the first place, even without the added possibility of severed limbs.
"If you're still up for it, of course."
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Post by Gavin Graves on Jul 23, 2021 16:48:06 GMT -8
Gavin copied the contact into his phone. He was slow about his movements in the use of the device. He was taking care to not destroy a third one. The most recent incident he had punctured the battery and it ended up bursting into flames. That lesson led him to keeping his contact list in the cloud. "M I T C H E L C A R R," spelled out deliberately to manage his pace.
He nodded at the specialization imagining the parallels between the driven nature of Elementals and Beasts couldn't be so far off as to be useless. Rowan seemed to be getting benefit enough to mention it and that wasn't worth nothing to Gavin.
"Right, the contract," he shifted his feet to settle his nerves. "I'm still good for it. Mostly adjusting expectations for it to be a more scientific experience. No chance at Panacea here."
"So Whisperwisp, Gravewright, and Coldskin were the options, yeah? Which one did you try first?"
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Post by Rowan on Jul 27, 2021 17:02:18 GMT -8
"Oracle, actually. Snowskin is the one I came out with, so I can't really turn you into that." He took a moment to consider the choices and chose the best one. "Oracle's its own can of worms, so let's leave it for now. Gravewright should be fairly easy for you, but there's a bunch of gag orders around ghosts and shit."
"Do you want to start with Whisperwisp? It can get a lot a first, but I should be able to walk you through it."
Now that the conversation had come back to a more technical subject, Rowan felt more at ease. This he knew, this he understood. "It's not that it's useless. It's mostly a different perspective on who you might be. Like, some core truths are going to stay core. For me, I'd do anything to survive and that's true no matter my form. I have little idea of who I am, but I know that much."
"This way, you could see which parts are Gavin and which parts are just the kith."
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