emotionally-destroyed-soldier

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

Jane accepted the little bonk and returned the gesture with a warm hug. He was trembling a little bit- the cocktail of regret and shame and exhaustion and residual anger wasn't a fun one to have running through him. He wanted to comfort his friend in return, though. It was the least he could do. At Arthur's comment, though, there was a pause... and then a soft peal of laughter. Not mean or mocking, just a little tired. "I... I'm sorry, it's just... that just made me realize that I don't know how old I am. I don't know when I was taken out of my tank- I could be less of a grownup than you."

The chuckles trailing off, Jane sighed. "Still, though. You shouldn't have to deal with the fallout of things that weren't your fault. Especially from people who love you. It doesn't seem right. That's why I feel so bad about it."

[arthur walked down the hall of janes apartment building, still reeling from the revelation that this wasnt the first time it had been sapient]

[jane's situation was different, but it was a similar type of thing, right? maybe something he did to cope would help arthur feel better]

[it knocked on his door]

JANE?

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

The door opened just a crack. That in and of itself was unusual- Jane was usually warm and welcoming, to damn near anyone who came to his door. It wasn't as unusual, though, as the expression on the face that peered out of the opening- hard and cold, eyes usually the soft, vivid blue of the summer sky now icy and full of suspicion. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

#actually four or five years old :X #that man is baby #emotionally anxious spybots

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

"Tough day, Doe?"

[Voice muffled slightly by the medical mask she wore, Vivian leaned against a nearby wall, hands in her bomber jacket's pockets.]

"Heard you got...well... Got by those anons. Strange little things. Forces of chaos, practically. Glad I missed the worst of the fire for now, no offense."

[She chuckles, a dark, raspy laugh. Scar tissue in the lungs was no way to keep a perky, lady-like voice, but she'd long stopped giving a damn. Worked better for intimidation anyway, when she needed it.]

"Need a cig, or a lent ear? 'bout all I can offer at the moment. ... until I can figure out how those things tick, so to speak. They're flesh and blood behind those masks."

[The Timekeeper grimaces under the thin fabric, crinkling it slightly.]

-@timeless-timekeeper

"Tough day? Heh, always."

Jane looked up at Viv with a slight smile, though there was no hiding the absolute exhaustion behind it. It'd been a rough day indeed, a standout in a long succession of days that had been various degrees of rough. "Yeah, I'll take a cig if you're offering, thanks, but... I'm a little tired of talking about myself. I'd like to know about you, if that's okay- we've been talking a while, and I still don't feel like I know much of anything." The clone shrugged. "It's okay if you don't want to, of course. It's not like I'm suspicious of you or anything. I just want to get to know you a little better, that's all."

#get to know your friends #your mysterious timekeeper friends #timeless-timekeeper

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

"I was not the first to pass this way."

I know curiosity kills the cat but I wanna know what that was about (if that's okay, of course)

@tyrianludaship

Oh, it's... I mean, I'm a clone. Everybody knows that by now. The thing is I don't know how many there were before me. How many Jane Does were made and lived and died between my original and me. But even if it was just him, I'm not the first to live this life. I don't know. I just had feelings about it, I guess.

#jane answers

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

hold on tight to me

#i was not the first to pass this way. #waterwindow #tf2 soldier #jane doe

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

"I... I don't know. It's been a very weird day. C... come on in, make yourself at home." Sitting down on the couch, Jane rubbed at his temples. He looked very haggard and deeply regretful at how he'd acted. "I... I really am sorry. You didn't deserve to have me talk to you that way and I hate that I did it." He could feel the anger simmering in the back of his head. Maybe it was justified that it was there, considering, but nothing justified him lashing out at his loved ones.

[arthur walked down the hall of janes apartment building, still reeling from the revelation that this wasnt the first time it had been sapient]

[jane's situation was different, but it was a similar type of thing, right? maybe something he did to cope would help arthur feel better]

[it knocked on his door]

JANE?

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

The door opened just a crack. That in and of itself was unusual- Jane was usually warm and welcoming, to damn near anyone who came to his door. It wasn't as unusual, though, as the expression on the face that peered out of the opening- hard and cold, eyes usually the soft, vivid blue of the summer sky now icy and full of suspicion. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

#both these guys have a real problem with that :( #emotionally anxious spybots

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

(a FUN anon for once!) It is the Magic Gumball Machine! It has some prizes, and a coin ready for a turn. 1 of 4 prizes could be won: 1) Gumball that tastes delicious, until it doesn't 2) A teeny fortune spinner (correct 90% of the time!) 3) A tiny monkey shaped lighter 4) Tentacle Seeds (can be prepared like sprig onions) ((Mun, roll a D4 to determine prize)

Jane pulled the little brass monkey out of the capsule. Squeezing its paws to its sides, a little flame flickered out of the top of the metal simian's head. Huh. Well, it was always good to have a backup lighter for his cigarettes in case his reliable BLU lighter ever decided to putter out.

#BRASS MONKEY #THAT FUNKY MONKEY #jane answers

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

as a writer myself, No <3 /lh

(levitates jane with my mind and sets him in a ball pit full of pillows)

Whoa--! :is dropped into a pile of pillows. This was cozy, at least. He sighed softly, nestling into the soft assortment of cushions.:

#jane answers #so comfy <3

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

Well.. if you need anyone to talk to, we're listening. At least, some of us are. Anons are strange entities, indeed. Some are kind, some want a tragic show, some are harmful, some are helpful. I am one of those helpful anons, but still, we're here for you, buddy.

-Squirrel anon

(I need to draw the boi)

That's... that's very kind of you. My circle of friends isn't actually very big- I suppose it couldn't hurt to have a few more people on my side. You really are a nice squrrel. You want some peanut butter or something?

#OH MY GOD I WOULD LOVE THAT #THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU #jane answers

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

"Are you a time machine? Then no! There's nothing you or anybody can do to fucking help me and it's stupid to even ask! You... y... you..." The Soldier gasped suddenly, eyes widening, first as if in shock and then in slowly seeping horror. "...a... arthur, I... oh, Christ... I'm..." The coldness broke like a reverse fever but still left Jane shivering. "I'm sorry... fuck... I don't know what... I didn't mean to..."

[arthur walked down the hall of janes apartment building, still reeling from the revelation that this wasnt the first time it had been sapient]

[jane's situation was different, but it was a similar type of thing, right? maybe something he did to cope would help arthur feel better]

[it knocked on his door]

JANE?

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

The door opened just a crack. That in and of itself was unusual- Jane was usually warm and welcoming, to damn near anyone who came to his door. It wasn't as unusual, though, as the expression on the face that peered out of the opening- hard and cold, eyes usually the soft, vivid blue of the summer sky now icy and full of suspicion. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

#accidentally an asshole #feels bad man #emotionally anxious spybots

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

"Me too. I just hope whatever it was didn't damage anything."

He took a long sip of the coffee, sighing.

"I really am angry. A lot, actually. It'd probably be weird if I wasn't. But I can keep it in check most of the time because I don't want it to blow up at people who don't deserve it. Because… heh. Because I didn't want something like this to happen."

(the-lost-undertaker) Alice sat by Jane. "Do you feel better?" She gave him a cup of coffee

Jane took the cup gratefully, staring into the hot, dark liquid as if it could tell him the secrets of the universe. "Not really. I feel rotten that I treated people close to me like that. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, just... something got into me. Something cold that I didn't like at all."

#the-lost-undertaker

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

Hey, you ok, buddy? You need someone to talk to?

*the grey squirrel with shades flicks their tail, sitting by Jane*

-Squirrel anon

Jane sighs. A talking squirrel. Sure. Why not. He supposed he had to accept that absolutely nothing in his life would ever be normal. Oh, well. "I'm not okay, not really. It's nothing anybody can really do anything about at this point. I just need to learn to live with it, I guess." Reaching out, he skritches the little critter between the ears, being careful not to knock their shades askew.

#suddenly squirrels #jane answers

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

i like you a whole lot and therefore i want to see you suffer :33

I feel like I shouldn't have to say this, but that's not what you do to people you like. Christ.

#writers are sadistic #haven't you figured that out yet? #jane answers

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

c'moooon im sure you have harsher words for me than that

What the hell is your problem? What did I ever do to you? What could I have done that was so terrible that you need to... to fuck with me like this?

#tired and confused and frustrated #jane answers

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

So, how was it cloneboy~?

You're just the worst. I hope you know that.

#seriously #the living end #jane answers

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

(the-lost-undertaker) Alice sat by Jane. "Do you feel better?" She gave him a cup of coffee

Jane took the cup gratefully, staring into the hot, dark liquid as if it could tell him the secrets of the universe. "Not really. I feel rotten that I treated people close to me like that. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, just... something got into me. Something cold that I didn't like at all."

#contrite clone #jane answers

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

you lost your element of harmony didn't you, soldier

:He's sitting with his head in his hands, miserable as hell:

I'm sorry, I... I don't know what that means.

#he feels awful #jane answers

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

"How the fuck am I supposed to be okay?" The words came out as a low snarl. Behind the mostly-shut door, Jane's fists were clenched so hard that little half-moons were cutting into his lower palm. He didn't care. "I do not know who brought it up first. You or me or someone else. That I'm like you. Now I think about it? I'm not. Look at all of you. I know there's more than just the two of you out there. There is one. One of me. The only asshole out here living a lie for his whole damn life pretending to be someone else and not even knowing it. Not knowing why I put up with that fucking Spy's bullshit day in and day out." That snarl warped itself into a short laugh. There was no humor in it, but the sound was dripping with venom. "So no. I am not fucking okay."

[arthur walked down the hall of janes apartment building, still reeling from the revelation that this wasnt the first time it had been sapient]

[jane's situation was different, but it was a similar type of thing, right? maybe something he did to cope would help arthur feel better]

[it knocked on his door]

JANE?

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

The door opened just a crack. That in and of itself was unusual- Jane was usually warm and welcoming, to damn near anyone who came to his door. It wasn't as unusual, though, as the expression on the face that peered out of the opening- hard and cold, eyes usually the soft, vivid blue of the summer sky now icy and full of suspicion. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

#cold cold heart #the thing is he has a right to be angry about what he's been through #what he doesn't have the right to do is take that anger out on people who don't deserve it #of course he wouldn't under normal circumstances BUT... #emotionally anxious spybots