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revivalproject2023-10-16 08:48 pm
farrahfawcetts) wrote in revivalproject2023-10-16 08:48 pm
End of the World as We Know It...
WHO: Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson, and YOU!
WHERE: Upside Down Temba, Temba, and Personal Hell
WHAT: Steve finding an old friend, loving his boyfriend, and having lots of PTSD
WHEN: Start and middle of the storm
WARNINGS: Blood, death, trauma... That's about it.
Steve had been so sure he left this shit behind. He'd been so fucking sure. Robin had asked him if there was any of the Upside Down shit here and he'd told her no. He'd told her she would be safe. But that wasn't in the fucking cards for them, it seems. No, the Hawkins kids were tainted. And now it had come to Agra 10 to hunt for them.
Steve wanted to offer his services on the network but it was down. The best he could do was what he did now: patrolling. Sometimes with the new mace he had, sometimes with the tried and true bat that felt so at home in his hand. He had practice with these fuckers. He knew how to take them out. So he patrolled around the gates, through the forests, wherever he could. No one here was going to get hurt on his watch. No one was going to get taken by this fucking Hell dimension ever again.
He walks as quiet as he can, listening for movement or screams. Finally, he hears what he thinks is a growl and takes off at a run. It's bat day, today, and he's got it ready to strike as he leaps on the source of the noise.
"Eat nails, fucker!"
He knew the storm would come eventually. Everyone has told him of the infamous storms with the ghosts and the loss of powers. The minute the temperature starts to change and there is lightning in the air, Steve knows what's coming. His first thought, of course, is to find Eddie and go hole up somewhere; they both have ghosts enough that would come calling for them.
He doesn't get far in his search until he sees what must be one of those apparitions. For a second, he swears that it is Max and even knowing better, he takes off after it to check for sure. Steve loses it after a moment or it fades away and, confused (and a bit embarrassed to have fallen for that), he heads back the way he came. Only to see another apparition. And this one? Well. This one is confusing. He never knew Chrissy that well. Why would the storm pick her?
"Nice try," he tells the ghost as he walks to pass her. "Next time try for Robin or Dustin. But it's a good attempt..."
Steve hates this. He fucking hates this. Not just because he was actually enjoying being away from this but because he was really happy Eddie was away from it. And now? Well, his boyfriend didn't run away anymore even though he should. And if he wasn't running then neither was Steve. Steve would season himself with salt and pepper for those bats before letting Eddie get hurt by them again. And wherever Eddie was going? Yeah. He had a Steve-shaped shadow with his fancy new mace.
Even when it was in the Upside Down. God, he fucking hates this place.
Steve is walking as carefully as he can, not wanting to see if Vecna is here for a Round 2. But the rest of his attention is on Eddie. Eddie and anything that can come within a fucking mile of him. No hero shit, this time.
"We should head back soon," Steve offers. He has no idea how long they've been here but more than a minute is too long as far as he sees it. There's no sign of Hawkins here or anything familiar to them. Only more things that want to chow down on their body.
He tightens his grip on the mace.
"Jesus H. Christ. Fucking hate seeing this place again. I really thought we were safe..."
WHERE: Upside Down Temba, Temba, and Personal Hell
WHAT: Steve finding an old friend, loving his boyfriend, and having lots of PTSD
WHEN: Start and middle of the storm
WARNINGS: Blood, death, trauma... That's about it.
Steve had been so sure he left this shit behind. He'd been so fucking sure. Robin had asked him if there was any of the Upside Down shit here and he'd told her no. He'd told her she would be safe. But that wasn't in the fucking cards for them, it seems. No, the Hawkins kids were tainted. And now it had come to Agra 10 to hunt for them.
Steve wanted to offer his services on the network but it was down. The best he could do was what he did now: patrolling. Sometimes with the new mace he had, sometimes with the tried and true bat that felt so at home in his hand. He had practice with these fuckers. He knew how to take them out. So he patrolled around the gates, through the forests, wherever he could. No one here was going to get hurt on his watch. No one was going to get taken by this fucking Hell dimension ever again.
He walks as quiet as he can, listening for movement or screams. Finally, he hears what he thinks is a growl and takes off at a run. It's bat day, today, and he's got it ready to strike as he leaps on the source of the noise.
"Eat nails, fucker!"
He knew the storm would come eventually. Everyone has told him of the infamous storms with the ghosts and the loss of powers. The minute the temperature starts to change and there is lightning in the air, Steve knows what's coming. His first thought, of course, is to find Eddie and go hole up somewhere; they both have ghosts enough that would come calling for them.
He doesn't get far in his search until he sees what must be one of those apparitions. For a second, he swears that it is Max and even knowing better, he takes off after it to check for sure. Steve loses it after a moment or it fades away and, confused (and a bit embarrassed to have fallen for that), he heads back the way he came. Only to see another apparition. And this one? Well. This one is confusing. He never knew Chrissy that well. Why would the storm pick her?
"Nice try," he tells the ghost as he walks to pass her. "Next time try for Robin or Dustin. But it's a good attempt..."
Steve hates this. He fucking hates this. Not just because he was actually enjoying being away from this but because he was really happy Eddie was away from it. And now? Well, his boyfriend didn't run away anymore even though he should. And if he wasn't running then neither was Steve. Steve would season himself with salt and pepper for those bats before letting Eddie get hurt by them again. And wherever Eddie was going? Yeah. He had a Steve-shaped shadow with his fancy new mace.
Even when it was in the Upside Down. God, he fucking hates this place.
Steve is walking as carefully as he can, not wanting to see if Vecna is here for a Round 2. But the rest of his attention is on Eddie. Eddie and anything that can come within a fucking mile of him. No hero shit, this time.
"We should head back soon," Steve offers. He has no idea how long they've been here but more than a minute is too long as far as he sees it. There's no sign of Hawkins here or anything familiar to them. Only more things that want to chow down on their body.
He tightens his grip on the mace.
"Jesus H. Christ. Fucking hate seeing this place again. I really thought we were safe..."
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The bat had been left for Eddie to use and Steve has his new mace. It's a good thing too when the bat is joined by three of its closest friends. Steve spins the mace for some heft when he cracks the thing right in the face. One goes down and his attention is divided as he checks on Eddie. At pretty much the worst time when the bat on the floor whips a tail around his ankle and the other flies toward his face.
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Steve moves to put his back to Eddie and braces, just in case.
"Do you think we should make another club? I could use another shirt."