Where Are They Now? (5 Year Edition)

[dead_black_eyes]

This meme was done before in this game, right here, and that is where I am stealing it from. But instead of giving characters the option to return home in this hypothetical scenario, the war is still going on five years from the current date in-game, and BREW still needs everyone.

The question is, what has happened in those five years? The children have become adults, the adults are just a little older without being old, and goodness knows a lot can change in that amount of time. Maybe you're thriving, in your business or your partnership. Maybe not. Either way, with no end in sight, life goes on in the city named after Death.


INSTRUCTIONS

-Post with your characters(s)
-Write a short blurb about what has happened in five years. Love, heartbreak, sickness, wealth, what was in the cards for your Weapon or Meister, and what has it shaped them into? Set a scene for the present.
-Tag others in the scene they kindly set.
-Profit$$$$$$$$

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[thehonking]

Gamzee, meanwhile, slipped down so he was seated with his back against the door, head tilted back. He turned it just slightly enough to keep an eye on L. He didn't honestly care much for the cat's fate, just that L remained himself for a time.

The act of resonating was never a strain for him. It was the act of dragging his partner into his mindscape that had done it, and continuing to converse with him while simultaneously acting awake in the outside world. The troll thumped his head back against the door a couple times, horns scraping wood, in order to keep himself focused now.

"You know where, motherfuker." To him. To the one Gamzee should have killed a long time ago. "And come back to me when you done your share of purrbeast greets. I got something to fuckin' give you." It sat in his other pocket still, as he'd meant to give it back during his visiting session.

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For a tense several moments, L clutched the protesting, increasingly agitated cat, all but oblivious to Gamzee's clear exhaustion. It took an alarming amount of hissing, biting and scratching for the cat to finally fight its way free, but L eventually dropped it to the floor, the creature bolting into the nearest bedroom with a furious squall.

The scraping, and the not-so-veiled reference to Light (who else?) returned L's attention to his troll partner. He returned, shuffling slowly toward Gamzee and holding his cupped hands (bitten and scratched to hell, currently) towards him, palms-up.

[thehonking]

Gamzee frowned at the injuries, but he wasn't the mothering type. He wasn't going to run for band-aids any time soon.

The item he'd been fishing from his pocket was a friendship bracelet crafted from multicolored string in a repeating rainbow pattern. It had obviously been made by the troll, as it was clear that he'd started out not knowing what he was doing only to eventually get better at the pattern as it progressed. One end was a bit of a mess, but it worked out somehow.

The troll leaned forward enough to tie the item around his partner's wrist. Sewn into the thick band in black letters was the phrase I AM WHAT I AM.

"Humans got this thing, motherfuckin' strange-ass tendency where they go and all tie some bright colored knots all up on their prongs. Like lookin' all at that shit will jar back into them whatever they done mother fucking forgot. But I figure I done you one better with that. Figure that makes up for fifty little string rings."

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Stroking the bracelet with his glass-fingered touch, L studied it, wide eyes drinking in the pattern and the words. He raised his bone-thin wrist to get a better look at the colors, the technique that had started shaky and grown to expertise.

Without warning, he reached forward with both arms, pulling Gamzee into a tense, odd embrace.

Then he was striding briskly across the room, stopping by the kitchen for two permanent markers, red and black, dropping their caps to the floor and defacing the white wall with wide, sweeping strokes. A cross materialized, and in each quadrant, surprisingly accurate depictions of everything L had ever been told of troll relationships.

Heart, diamond, spade, clubs.

"So? What do you want to be?"

[thehonking]

While Gamzee had always been amused by the way L so easily incorporated troll relationships into daily life, the fact remained that the man himself wasn't a troll. Therefore, there was still something a little off-putting about how easily he related to their quadrants. But then, this was Gamzee. He was rarely put off by anything he should be.

Yet he'd never really considered himself to be romantically involved with L. They were partners. That was something that fell outside the usually spectrum, and he was perfectly happy with it.

But perhaps there was one thing he'd been all along without realizing it. Of the four quadrants, it was the one others were the least appreciative to find that they had, but one that could be necessary all the same. He wouldn't claim to be pale for L. Things just weren't like that between them. But on the opposite end...

"Ashen, bro." Clubs. Something he'd been for a while. The job of an auspictice wasn't always just to keep people from having more than one black romance, but to stop those that clearly weren't in the best interest of those involved.

And that had been the case with L and his from the start.

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Even at his sharpest, most astute mental best, L hadn't been able to relate to humans particularly well. Unless, of course, they were the broken, brilliant variety that drew his laser-precise focus. Where Mello and Near got alomg well with Sollux, L preferred a more volatile, unpredictable and strange combination, which was why he tended to gravitate toward the royal-blooded Alternians. Gamzee had always been his favorite. That was just as true now as it had ever been, even if the detective was just clinging to the edge of sanity, and not nearly as adaptively as Gamzee historically had.

On hearing Gamzee's answer, L began to color the other quadrants black, eliminating them from consoderation, leaving only the clubs in the lower right-hand corner of the cross.

"So, it isn't different. Not really. And until someone comes to bring me back... you won't let me see him."

[thehonking]

"Don't be a mother fucking wriggler." He'd expected to get this sort of reaction the moment he gave his answer. Auspictices were rarely appreciated, but here he'd gone and stuck himself in that position.

Gamzee remained sitting a bit longer, wanting to regain his strength. Of course, sleeping in front of the door was also an option, as it would likely keep L from exiting through it at least for the night. The troll rarely looked as serious as he did then, but the weariness did help attribute to that.

"It's different because I actually fuckin' give two shits. It's different because I ain't lockin' you all the motherfuck up and walkin' away." He shook his head. "Ain't like we can stay here all so long anyway, as this'll be the first place they'll send motherfuckers to find you at. And if you go back to HIM, he'll just send you back there too.

"I'll let you stalk a brother all you motherfuckin' like, once you can prove to me you can tell him from yourself."

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L knew that "wrigglers" were to trolls what very young children were to humans, and he'd heard it many times daily even before his break with reality: don't be a child. You're too old, too clever, too powerful for this to be acceptable. "Too sane" was no longer a viable reason, so people had stopped with that, out of respect that only came coupled with pity.

"You're not locking me up?" He inquired, returning to Gamzee's side and nudging the sitting troll's knee with his bare toe. "I disagree. But I will say that you are not leaving... even though it would be tempting, for some. And how can I prove it?" he asked quietly, crouching so that he and Gamzee were at eye-level. "I want to see him. And I know he must want to see me. It's how we are, we're..."

[thehonking]

"If the motherfucker wanted to see you, he wouldn't have shut you the motherfuck away!" Gamzee didn't care how closely tied L thought he was to Light. The latter was toxic, as far as he was concerned. End of story. But no, he didn't want to lock his partner away for good. He wouldn't be any better than the others in that case.

He just needed to see if he could knock some sense into him.

"You ain't a toy to be stuffed all up in a closet until he feels like taking you out again. You got your obsession all over a brother what don't all deserve you."