I AM SO GLAD I TYPED ALL THIS OUT WHEN I WAS SOBER

[omniscientdog.livejournal.com]

I know you weren't expecting to see me again so soon, but frankly, you should just consider yourselves lucky and leave it at that.

I've always had something of an interest in time travel. Never wanted to try it myself - after all, there's so much that can go wrong. But once again, you heros have been given a higher purpose! My attempts to meld two parts of the timestream appear to have been successful!

So there's now not only your normal, 'gamecanon' selves wandering around, but now you've got to deal with these 'ten years later' nutjobs.

One small stipulation: past and future selves can not speak to each other. I talked to the lovely lady who assembled you all, and if two copies get within twenty feet of each other, one of them will be 'ported' off and away. If it happens repeatedly she'll send one of you home.

[TL;DR it's an open RP post that allows characters from capeandcowl and cnc2020, just don't talk to yourselves and break the timestream.]

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[neverwasanyone.livejournal.com]

[That makes the guilt worsen to the point that he can no longer deal with it, and he stifles it beneath a layer of mental ice--a reaction that comes far easier now than it did even when Quatre first knew him, but which he can at least eventually regret needing to use.]

[His face is carefully schooled into a mask of blank calm; the only hint Quatre gets that anything is amiss is Trowa turning his gaze away, not quite willing to see that hurt look on someone who his younger version had once thought could compete with the sun itself.]

[pacifister]

[He isn't used to Trowa shutting him out like this and the sudden action, even from a Trowa that isn't exactly the one he knows, is like a slap in the face.]

Trowa, what happened?

[His voice is stern. It's unusual for him to make demands or orders, Quatre still struggling with his role as leader, but this seems too important to just let it go because it's difficult to discuss.]

[neverwasanyone.livejournal.com]

[With the return of his soldierly self came the tendency to obey self-styled leaders, although it had been mildly muted by some years of doing what he wanted to rather than what someone else told him to get done; his first instinct upon hearing the firmer tone of voice was to spill the truth to Quatre in the hopes that it would prevent such events from occurring.]

[But his voice had long since been damaged by disuse, and even if he hadn't retracted the urge and stuffed it away with the guilt, he couldn't have given in. Instead, he contemplated what to say with what little he could.]

[Adjusting his body language to one more befitting someone in the middle of an apology, but still not looking at the teenager, he spoke all of five words, his voice fading out on the last one, and stayed silent afterward.]



[No-Name turns to walk away after that.]