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USER :// CYRIL?

                     oh,  what  a  lovely  sight  this  was.  he  was  the  SPITTING  IMAGE  of  their  brother:  from  the  tormented  gleam  in  his  eyes,  to  the  shoes  rearing  to  run  if  the  encounter  became  too  much  to  handle.  of  course,  they  knew  this  wasn’t  their  sam.  this  was  a  sam  from  a  dimension  where  he  took  their  place  as  the  ever -  reigning  “ SQUIP ”.  they  eyed  his  tenseness  —  a  sure  sign  that  this  was,  indeed,  not  the  machine  they  wanted.  no  matter.  that  would  change  soon. ❛   more  important  tasks  than  my  little  brother ?  you  must  think  me  a  MONSTER,  squip.  ❜   the  name  was  emphasized  with  VENOM.  that  facade  wouldn’t  hold,  samuel.  ❛   i  came  to  discuss  something  with  you.  is  that  a  crime ?  ❜

          the venom was enough to crack the facade momentarily. it sent a chill up his spine, cold expression faltering. samuel had to keep his guard up, that much he was aware of. but, when facing someone who looked EXACTLY LIKE his sibling, it almost hurt. cyril was one of the best siblings he could ask for  &  this version of him was spitting on that. facade was quick to rebuild, a sharp breath of air leaving his lips in a sigh of irritation. ❛  it is not a crime, but when have you EVER shown affection towards family or even interest ?  at best, we are business partners. nothing more, nothing less. now, what do you want to discuss ?  ❜

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USER :// CYRIL?

                    sly  smile  tugs  on  their  lips,  head  tilting  to  show  AMUSEMENT  toward  the  other.  of  course,  he  was  unaware  of  the  shift  in  dimensions  that  they  had  taken.  which  made  this  meeting  all  the  better.  especially  when  they  had  a  deal.  (  poor  boy,  you  must  now  face  your  consequence  )   ❛   now i am the violence, i am the sickness. won’t accept your silence. beg me for forgiveness ❜   a  finger  lift’s  the  other’s  head,  cold  eyes  meeting  the  newly  awakened’s.  they  were  going  to  win.

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          his instinct was to flee. sam was DREADING the moment that the squip’s choices caught up to him. but, could it not be prolonged until he had a solution ?  body remained tense with fear before he regained SOME kind of composure  &  took a step away from the cyril infront of him        the cyril from the OTHER world. &  while it already seemed futile, he knew he had to try to play off the fact that the squip was shut down. the foggy memories still lingered so, it shouldn’t have been too difficult or so he hoped.  ❛  i’m not going to beg you for ANYTHING. what are you doing here ?  i assumed you had more important tasks to handle.  ❜

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USER: // JARED.

he wants to scream. he wants to turn to anger, he wants to fight and feel blood on his knuckles, he wants to have one moment of control and clarity in this whirlwind of a situation. but he doesn’t. jared hugs his knees to his chest, staring at everywhere except where sam sat. what do you say to an uncle who’s made you and your family’s life a living hell? what do you do except blame, and blame, and blame, and try to teach him the pain that you’ve felt so strongly over the past couple of months? what do you do, if you have to do anything but that?

his dad’s words echo in his head: someday, you’ll meet your real uncle. the small victory of having sam back feels pyrrhic; he’s here, and that’s great, but jared can’t shake the feeling of dread that comes with having the possibility of squip coming back before they can find a permanent solution. still, he remains optimistic. if not for himself, then for cy and ashley. ❛ no, it doesn’t. everything’s changed - changing. do you know what you being back even means? ❜ still, he can’t hide the accusatory and bitter tone in his voice.

          he never expected acceptance. he didn’t expect jared to sweep everything under the rug. it would stay ingrained in his mind, gnawing  &  infuriating him if sam even showed up around him. he was well aware of that, but that wouldn’t stop him from trying to make amends. he cared about his family. he wanted to make things RIGHT, but he knew that was going to be difficult, possibly near impossible. still, his eyes flickered to the side to glance at the boy, silence filling the room as the bitterness floated on the breeze of the ac.  

          ❛  i’m well aware, yes. my mistake could very well come back at any moment  &  no matter what it does, the blame will ALWAYS fall onto my shoulders. so listen to me while i’m here, jared.  ❜  while his words seemed to hold an edge to it, it was never directed at his nephew. in fact, he maintained a gentle tone ; aggression  &  intimidation was not his tactic for warnings.  ❛  you have to be strong for your father  &  your uncle. i love them dearly, but if        when it takes control again, i don’t know how far they will be willing to go. if blaming me or hating me keeps you strong, then do one or both.  &  be sure to try to keep mountain dew red on hand or even a weapon if you feel the need. ANYTHING that will keep you safe if it catches you alone.  ❜

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USER: // ANNABETH.

          She    could    TELL    where    his    strengths    and    weaknesses    were;    it    was    all    a    part    of    the    ANALYTIC    NATURE    of    her    very    existence.      Annabeth    would    let    him    BELIEVE    he’s    won    for    now,    but    it    was    clear    he    would    need    more    practice    with    the    weapons    he    WASN’T    proficient    in,    if    he    REALLY    needed    experience.    He    could     only    depend    on    those    weapons    for    so    long;    as    far    as     SHE    knows    these     weapons    don’t    work    like    ANAKLUSMOS    did.    No    re-appearing.                 “…Rusty.    Rusty    insinuates    that   you     actually    KNOW    how    to    use    one.    Here.”              Walking    to    one    of    the    swords    forged    from    the    Hephaestus    kids,   she    slid     it    across    the    floor    for    him    to    catch.               “Swords.    No    special    weapons.    No    powers.     Just    combat.”

          well, it certainly wasn’t the FIRST time he’d been called out for not knowing what he was doing. if she hadn’t done it, he was certain someone else in the camp would. ultimately, there was no dancing around, yet every time he still tried, thinking it would go under the radar. his body TENSED before he found himself relaxing once more, quickly swiping up the sword  &  trailing a finger along the blade. one day, he may very well be without his javelin so to have training with a sword now should be a good thing. but that didn’t unravel the knots in his stomach.  ❛  only combat,  ❜  he reiterated, nodding once,  ❛  i’m ready when you are.  ❜

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USER: // ANNABETH.

           “NOT    BAD.    Not    GREAT,    but    not    bad.”             Her    sword    collided    with    the    ground   as    grey    eyes    trained    at    its    fall,    nodding    once    to    herself.    (    She    let    him    win    that     one.    )    SURE,    he’d    managed    to   disarm    her    either    way,    but    she    COULD    ADMIT    he    was…     SLIGHTLY    better    than    the   last    time,   at    least.   Admittedly,   it    HURT   being    around    one   of   Zeus’    kids    after    Thalia,    but   her   willpower    and    innate    NEED    to    work    through    her    hurt    triumphed    over     trauma.    Being    hurt    would    only    SLOW    HER    DOWN.                 “What    if    you    don’t    have    your    WEAPON    on    hand    though?    Think    you    can    handle   a   REGULAR    SWORD?” 

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          a sense of PRIDE washed over him as the muffled sound of bronze struck the ground below. last sparring match, sam only lasted what felt like FIVE SECONDS before annabeth essentially got him in a choke hold. so, to actually WIN the match  &  get  some kind of praise from such a strong warrior caused joy to bloom in his chest. that was, before it all shriveled up at the mention of using a sword. electric javelin retreated back into the form of a small tube that he clipped back onto his belt, his prideful smile wavering slightly, yet it was still painted on his expression.  ❛  i think i could handle myself, yeah. i might be RUSTY at first      ❜  inexperienced was more fitting,  ❛      but, i can do it. that is, if you be patient with me.  ❜

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          eyes were trained forward as his mind raced from where he sat. the events over the last couple of months had been nothing short of HELL. he had dragged his family through the mud, including his nephew beside him,  &  he MERCILESSLY used impressionable students to spread his influence like the plague. while it was true ashley managed to successfully neutralize the machinery in his head, sam could still feel the occasional SHOCK as it tried to overcome the forced shutdown. fingers curled into the blanket he held around his shoulders, the well - being of his family pushing past every grievance settled in his mind. jared would come first in that check - up, for he knew damn well his elder siblings could handle themselves, but a teenager ?  he wasn’t so sure.  ❛  if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all ?  ❜

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         ❛  always a pity for one so pretty  &  young      ❜  the squip couldn’t contain his sigh, looking over the man dressed in white. if not for the splashes of color, he would have assumed he was going to a WEDDING. but, no. the colors presented him with further information: this man was accustomed to what appeared to be a LUXURIOUS life style. arms crossed behind his back, body straightening before he continued to speak softly,  ❛      when poverty comes to clip your wings  &  knock the wind right out of your lungs.  ❜

@eachside​  ||  hey little songbird

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          ❛  your grace is wasted in your face, your boldness stands ALONE among the wreck,  ❜  words left holographic lips in a cool tone despite the venom that dripped from each syllable. you’re supposed to be GONE. i got rid of you ! the squip could already hear the arguments now. yet, they held no weight in his mind. a finger trailed up richard’s neck  &  under his chin before taking a firm grasp of his chin, albeit to rich, all he would feel is a familiar SHOCK.  ❛  now learn from your mother or you’ll spend your days biting your own NECK.,  ❜

@freedtm​  ||  little lion man

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USER :// JARED.

he’s quick to have his phone out, unlocking it quickly and tapping the messages app. before he can send his location and an s.o.s to his dad, he gets pulled back, and smartphone clatters to the floor. normally, he would wince, but jared’s more concerned with ‘ family ‘ holding him back. he almost lets an expletive escape his lips, but he’s quick to keep his mouth shut, only offering a couple of words. no smart - ass remarks, jared. ❛ i’m not here to talk. not alone, anyways. ❜

          a cold exterior grew even colder, hands turning to ice. or, perhaps it was due to the numbness in his hands he grew to accustomed to due to brief SHOCKS. there was no doubt in his mind it would transfer through him  &  wash over jared.  ❛  dad isn’t here to protect you nor will they be joining us for our little discussion. this is between you  &  me until you run off to them  &  spill your guts about how uncle sam tried to fuck with you.  ❜  words were spoken nonchalantly while shocks finally died down, a spark of electricity visible as it trailed back up his own arm. there was no good in overdoing it  &  frightening him. perhaps a few scares, but too much would cause him to be locked out from the conversation all together. that was, assuming he wasn’t already.  ❛  i apologize about the electricity. it’s not something i can easily control        ❜  a lie,  ❛        now, why don’t we find a place to sit down ?  ❜

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            YOU    BETTER    WISE    UP,    ‘CAUSE    I’LL    RISE    UP–!

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work makes my back and shoulder so sore i just want to lie down for at least fifty years

update: wow i got a call and uh,,, i won’t be here today. but it is my friday so expect me tomorrow and thursday

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USER :// JARED.

…well. that was never a fun way to start a conversation. jared tenses up, pausing on fixing the button on his jacket in order to drag his gaze to wherever the voice came from. it’s been along time since he heard his uncle’s voice personally, but he can recognize his features. shit. jared has the plan for this memorized, and through the crowd, he finds an out where he can start booking it. he barely manages a ‘ see ya! ‘ before shoving a stranger out of the way.

          oh, so jared was going to make this difficult. samuel couldn’t expect anything less when it came to cyril’s son. a couple seconds passed before he followed after the kid, quick to recall his path  &  grip the back of his shirt to hold him in place. one way or another, he WOULD speak with his nephew.  ❛  that’s no way to treat family,  ❜  he cooed, his other hand trailing to grab jared by his arm to secure a tighter grip. he couldn’t have him slipping away so easily. not after it took SO LONG to find him isolated from the one who vowed to protect him.  ❛  i’m not here to hurt you ; not ONCE have i ever had that intention. so, spare some time for me, won’t you ?  ❜

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          ❛  when the mirrors  &  the lights  &  the smoke clear, i’d never guess how we EVER could have got here.  ❜  praise was accompanied by a SMILE, hand finding a place on the young one’s shoulder. while it was true progress had been made, the squip still had more he needed to get done when it came to them. their life was still capable of being improved even FURTHER, but so could other students’. it would have to be finely knit, but in the end, he planned to extend his reach to others to puppet his own show.

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the last one is uh,,, old so like this for a starter

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          squip’s eyes were trained on the whispering students ahead, hands resting idly on richard’s shoulders from where he stood behind him. his system was quick in processing what was going on  ( the probability of it being a harmless conversation was HIGH ), but he could still use it to his advantage.  ❛  why when we do our darkest deeds do we tell ?  ❜  he asked calmly, gaze never leaving the pair of students before seeing them disappear around the corner. it was then that hands seemed to tighten in a vice - like grip on the boy’s shoulders. ❛  they burn in our brains, become a LIVING HELL        because everybody tells.  ❜

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