revivalproject | What do you see?

WHO: Jon & You
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Energy Storm of FEAR
WHEN: End of October/Beginning of September
WARNINGS: A few vague body horror descriptions

A - Throughout the City

Of course they were greeted by a storm. A storm not only messing with their powers, but also making them see things that have no right to be there. But if the Archivist is accustomed to one thing, then it's his fears manifesting and attempting to kill him.

Fortunately, these are merely illusions. Projections of actual terrors Jon has already encountered in his life. And while he still fears them, he knows way too well that these projections aren't real. It's this understanding that lets him move past their mocking faces and threatening stances with a stubborn scowl as he searches the city for those actually trapped by their own fears.

"I am very proud of you." The ever present specter of a tall man in an expensive suit croons with satisfaction in his tone and the way he has his hands flawlessly clasped behind his back as he follows along. A tall mannequin dressed as a ringmaster follows close to him along with a woman wearing the remains of a red dress, her body honeycombed with holes of varying sizes out of which a seemingly endless stream of worms pours down to the ground, resulting in a squirmy trail left in her wake. But those are but the first three of the Archivist's little entourage of terrors that every once in a while passes a seemingly stray yellow door. There is also that short woman that seems to be melting. The massive monstrosity of a man who barely holds the shape of a person. The two identical deliverymen. The old man and the young woman who easily look like murderous maniacs. That strangely stretched-out being whose long limbs may or may not actually be able to appear like a person. And at the very end that perfectly normal looking woman with the focused look on her face and the knife at her hip.

"Hello?" Jon calls out as he reaches the next building and looks inside, his following lingering nearby and muttering a variety of taunts Jon stubbornly refuses to hear. "Is anyone in there? Do you need help? I- I believe I can help!"

B - He Row Soup Lies Building

"... Right." Jon mutters with an exhale as he tosses another stuffed thing aside and pulls out the blanket underneath to hand it to the nearest person. "At least we're remotely safe in here." Safe, of course, being relative, considering their overall situation. "And I can say that the library is putting up well enough with this storm." And yet that building can hardly be considered a shelter.

Jon turns around from where he has been going through some of the boxes, leaning on the table with one hand and its restlessly tapping index finger as he addresses no one in particular. "Does anyone even recall how long these storms last?" There is a plethora of further questions Jon has already lined up to ask, but knowing that there likely aren't going to be any answers is nothing but frustrating.

It's the way the tone of his own tapping finger changes slightly that has Jon look down at his own hand and frown at what he is seeing. Rather than tapping on wood, he is now tapping the cover of a book. And it's reading the book's title that makes him freeze, seize the book that has no business feeling this solid in his grip and angrily hurl it out into the storm before the idea of actually opening it can even cross his mind. "No!"

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"Tea? Guess I could do tea." While he isn't the biggest tea person, it makes Raphael think of his father, who would usually prepare a cup for himself and whichever son he was having a heart-to-heart with.

"But yeah, pretty much. I mean...it's home. Not like we have much other choice. It's tough that we still gotta do it while being mostly unknown to the human population, but not a whole lot of them are crazy about mutants, and unfortunately most of the mutants they've probably seen are the ones that we've had to stop from wrecking everything."

Nodding at the acceptance of some tea, Jon offers the now filled mug over to Raphael along with a little half-smile. "Oh, I hear you on that. Maybe not the- You know. The mutant-bit. But my predecessor, the previous Archivist. She saved the world plenty of times and most people aren't even aware of the dangers she vanquished."

The Institute may be known to people at least around London, maybe even some further parts of Britain, but no one really takes it seriously. Jon himself hasn't taken it too seriously when he first applied for a job in Research. But maybe that's exactly why Gertrude has been so successful at interrupting potentially world-ending rituals over the decades.

"May I ask if you know other mutants that fight on your side?"

Raphael murmurs a thanks as he takes the mug, soaking in the warmth with his hands for a moment. "Well, after the Kraang have nearly taken over twice, people in New York at least are definitely aware that there are crazy aliens out there."

He sips the tea, still not understanding the point of it when it mostly seems like just some flat, hot water to him, but it warms him up and helps wash away the saltiness from the soup he'd drank earlier, so he won't complain. "Huh? Oh yeah. There's a team of them- led by my pal Spike. Er... Slash, now. Spike was his name when he was my pet turtle. He's the leader, and then there's Leatherhead, who's a giant alligator, Doctor Rockwell who used to be this scientist until his partner started using him as the experiment instead so now he's a psychic monkey, and Pigeon Pete, who's utterly useless, really. Oh, and Mondo Gecko, who's...just about as useless but I guess he tries." Which...is all he can say, really. Of course, he's used to them so he doesn't find anything strange about describing them as he does. It..might be a bit for Jon to swallow though.

It certainly is a bit to swallow. But at least Jon has encountered weird beings in his own world already to be a little less perturbed. The idea of a mutant turtle keeping a pet turtle, however, is a little odd. As is that some of those beings' names are remarkably telling as of what animals these people were crossed with. Strange, but... Fine.

"Well, I'm glad to hear you and your brothers aren't alone in facing an alien threat." Even Jon has had to come to admit that having comrades and friends one can trust are important. "Do you work with them a lot?"

"Not a whole lot, but I think we're more open to it. My older brother Leonardo, he wasn't that big on it. He didn't trust Slash's ability to lead...or Slash in general, but I guess that was to be expected since Slash did try to kill him and the rest of my brothers before..."

Raphael grimaces a little at that. That had been his fault. He hadn't realized how much of his negativity had influenced his little friend even before he'd accidentally mutated.

"Slash proved himself though. He's changed a lot. Learned from Leo. I'm not the only one he'd watched all those years, after all."

"Sounds like you and your brothers hardly ever find some time to relax." Jon muses, frowning a little bit. Not that he is in any position to judge, but he knows he is missing having some quieter times to himself back in London.

"Do you miss them? I mean... Here."

"We get some downtime, but yeah, when you got aliens or ninja with a vendetta out for your head, not a whole lot. I was looking forward to a break cuz we just got back from a space trip- and then...well, this." Raphael gestures in general around them. He sighs, then knocks back the rest of his tea now that it's not scalding hot.

"Miss...what? Time to relax or my brothers? Yes to both. It's...been super weird not having them around. I know I have...moments when my temper gets the better of me and I say I'd be better off on my own but... I love my brothers. They can drive me crazy sometimes, but we're family."

Jon nods once. "I- I may not have any siblings, but I heard they can be quite infuriating at times. Missing your family is only natural." And yet for Jon it remains a topic he can't fully relate with. He can't even claim he is actively missing anyone or anything from his home world.

Taking a sip, the Archivist shrugs, eyes settling on the contents of his mug as he frowns. "As far as we know, our stay here is only temporary. Sooner or later we will return home, whether we like the idea or not. You... You will Be getting mad at your brothers again soon enough."

"Oh man, you have no idea," Raphael laughs a little, easily recounting times he's found his brothers infuriating. Still, it only proves how deep their bond is, that for all that they drive each other up the wall, they'll still do whatever they can for each other.

He sets down his empty mug, sighing a little before he manages a faint smirk. "Yeah...guess you're right."

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I thought I already tagged this back, but apparently Pigeon Pete befuddled my brain.

Yeah Pigeon Pete does that

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