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$$$$$$$$

Comments

[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."

[dead_black_eyes]

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."