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umbrellajackassery2019-03-14 08:25 pm
the_horror) wrote in umbrellajackassery2019-03-14 08:25 pm
Dimensional Bullshit
He had been dead for over a decade now. Dead and gone for everyone but Klaus. Poor Klaus had to deal with his nagging and constant puttering around for so long.
When it had happened, when he died, they were all on mission. It was messy. Real messy. he had tried something new in the middle of a fight. Tried to summon something new from under his skin. It worked, but it was disgusting. Tentacles and teeth, eyes and multiple jaws that seemed to burst out of him so swiftly that it seemed to make him bleed. He screamed as it happened, hands out to the side in fists, yelling in actual pain and not strain of control.
Father had been encouraging him to call forth more powerful creatures, but Father also got a look on his face that he was going to be sick anytime they trained together. He pushed, but he pushed from the other side of a training room. A large steel room that Ben was locked away in with a window and a speaker so they could talk. "Again, six." he'd say, causing Ben to try again. Try harder. He wanted to make the man proud of him.
Training sometimes consisted of hanging pig carcasses from the local butchers place, projecting the tentacles or other things on them, and attacking them with control. Sometimes he'd just beat them up, like a boxing bag, other times they burst through the carcass and make a mess of things. Generally by the time they were done he was covered in muck, tired, in mild pain, and the pic carcasses were all missing. He'd always return to his room worn out and smelling like rancid bacon before crawling off to try and take over the bath tub for a while.
But this mission? It was bad. he had summoned something too big for him to control. Something that didn't want to be controlled. In the fight he nearly attacked his own siblings. He could feel the creature pulling at him, yanking him along the floor, losing complete control over everything. The eldritch horror rampaged for some time, taking out all the bad guys, as well as a few innocents. By time he was stopped and done, the creature had wrapped itself around Ben. Had taken hold of his body and squeezed. Ben was crying, unable to stop it. Crying for the people he had killed, Crying for the siblings he had hurt and that had to be carted away by Luther. Crying because it hurt. It hurt a lot.
And then his arm pinched in the wrong way. His leg cracked as it was pulled in wrong. He screamed, body shaking as the beast tried to return inside. except as it returned inside, it took Ben with it. With a yell, his bod broke, seeming to disappear inside itself. Gone.
For years he couldn't seem to remember how he died, just that he was dead. And Klaus didn't want to talk about it. He couldn't blame him. So he haunted Klaus, seeming to live by different rules than other ghosts. When Klaus was too high to notice him, he felt sleepy and groggy, but he was there to see his brother doing dumb things. When he was sober he hung around, bored and wanting to do things. He didn't disappear like normal ghosts.
And then the apocalypse happened.
When Five tried to take them all back in time, he managed to take them back to just after Father passed away. the wavering between youth and age effected everyone, but they all ended up the proper age and proper time. It did however five Five a flicker of where Ben was. Ben wasn't DEAD. He was trapped. Trapped in a dimension between living and the eldritch horror show that he once could summon.
When Five managed to bring him back, Ben was returned, at the same age as everyone else, tired, lost, full of aches and pains, but alive again. Alive and breathing, home once more. Able to breath real air, hug any of his siblings he wanted, and eat anything. And he was going to try out everything he couldn't try before. Be it with his siblings or on his own. He was going to live life to the fullest, even if that meant pigging out or being reckless.
[This post is open to any era of Ben's 'life'. Training. Battles and missions. THAT mission where he died. For a Five or someone to pull him back, or simply for reunion times with their long lost brother. Multi threads and Multi siblings welcome. Threadjacking welcome. Backtagging welcome. Do your best!]
When it had happened, when he died, they were all on mission. It was messy. Real messy. he had tried something new in the middle of a fight. Tried to summon something new from under his skin. It worked, but it was disgusting. Tentacles and teeth, eyes and multiple jaws that seemed to burst out of him so swiftly that it seemed to make him bleed. He screamed as it happened, hands out to the side in fists, yelling in actual pain and not strain of control.
Father had been encouraging him to call forth more powerful creatures, but Father also got a look on his face that he was going to be sick anytime they trained together. He pushed, but he pushed from the other side of a training room. A large steel room that Ben was locked away in with a window and a speaker so they could talk. "Again, six." he'd say, causing Ben to try again. Try harder. He wanted to make the man proud of him.
Training sometimes consisted of hanging pig carcasses from the local butchers place, projecting the tentacles or other things on them, and attacking them with control. Sometimes he'd just beat them up, like a boxing bag, other times they burst through the carcass and make a mess of things. Generally by the time they were done he was covered in muck, tired, in mild pain, and the pic carcasses were all missing. He'd always return to his room worn out and smelling like rancid bacon before crawling off to try and take over the bath tub for a while.
But this mission? It was bad. he had summoned something too big for him to control. Something that didn't want to be controlled. In the fight he nearly attacked his own siblings. He could feel the creature pulling at him, yanking him along the floor, losing complete control over everything. The eldritch horror rampaged for some time, taking out all the bad guys, as well as a few innocents. By time he was stopped and done, the creature had wrapped itself around Ben. Had taken hold of his body and squeezed. Ben was crying, unable to stop it. Crying for the people he had killed, Crying for the siblings he had hurt and that had to be carted away by Luther. Crying because it hurt. It hurt a lot.
And then his arm pinched in the wrong way. His leg cracked as it was pulled in wrong. He screamed, body shaking as the beast tried to return inside. except as it returned inside, it took Ben with it. With a yell, his bod broke, seeming to disappear inside itself. Gone.
For years he couldn't seem to remember how he died, just that he was dead. And Klaus didn't want to talk about it. He couldn't blame him. So he haunted Klaus, seeming to live by different rules than other ghosts. When Klaus was too high to notice him, he felt sleepy and groggy, but he was there to see his brother doing dumb things. When he was sober he hung around, bored and wanting to do things. He didn't disappear like normal ghosts.
And then the apocalypse happened.
When Five tried to take them all back in time, he managed to take them back to just after Father passed away. the wavering between youth and age effected everyone, but they all ended up the proper age and proper time. It did however five Five a flicker of where Ben was. Ben wasn't DEAD. He was trapped. Trapped in a dimension between living and the eldritch horror show that he once could summon.
When Five managed to bring him back, Ben was returned, at the same age as everyone else, tired, lost, full of aches and pains, but alive again. Alive and breathing, home once more. Able to breath real air, hug any of his siblings he wanted, and eat anything. And he was going to try out everything he couldn't try before. Be it with his siblings or on his own. He was going to live life to the fullest, even if that meant pigging out or being reckless.
[This post is open to any era of Ben's 'life'. Training. Battles and missions. THAT mission where he died. For a Five or someone to pull him back, or simply for reunion times with their long lost brother. Multi threads and Multi siblings welcome. Threadjacking welcome. Backtagging welcome. Do your best!]
omg yes
Standing at the edge and looking over, he frowned at it. That was water, at least, but how deep was it? If they fell would they fall into a deep ravine of stagnant water, or would they drop like a rock into a flat channel and kill themselves? And what if they just jump right into the building and then fall? That would hurt, or kill them.
God this was a stupid idea.
And yet there was a rush he hadn't ever felt before. His hands flexed, open and closed, looking over the edge a bit dizzy feeling. This rush felt amazing and he hadn't even jumped yet.
He wagged a hand, stepping back, watching Klaus wiggle a foot over the edge. He let out a breath, then nervously laughed at the others comment. "I think we're going to kill ourselves." He said, jumping up and down on the balls of his feet, as if to wag off some of the nervous energy. "But yeah, I think we can make it. Maybe. Oh god, I don't know."
i'm sorry ben
It's an awful idea and that's exactly why Klaus had talked Ben into it. (He's honestly a bit surprised as well.)
"You feel it, too?" The rush, he means-- the updraft mussing their hair, all of the senses practically vibrating. Klaus isn't sure about his brother, but he can feel goosebumps rising on his own arms and that only furthers the anxious excitement he's feeling. "...but yeah, maybe you're right." He lowers the foot and steps down, even backpedals a couple paces more, until he's standing next to Ben while he bounces. "We wouldn't want to lose you again when you haven't even been back that long," but he hasn't been dead. Klaus takes another step back then — without so much as a warning — rushes forward and leaps off the edge with all his might.
It's terrifying, he can't even lie about that, but the free-fall as he's dropping toward the ridge of the other rooftop-- it has to be one of the best feelings he's ever had. When his eyes reopen, Klaus realizes that— well, uh, he didn't reach far enough? His body immediately reacts; he can't quite get into a tuck and roll to protect himself, but as his fingers graze a loose brick, he grabs tight and prays it's enough to slow his momentum somewhat.
Thankfully, it is, even though the damn thing comes loose and he's falling again, throwing both hands out to catch the railing of a rickety old fire escape when he figures out he can reach. He grips hard, knuckles white, body successfully stopped once he slams into the metal bars. Much to his dismay, this knocks the wind out of him, and through his disorientation, he at least remembers to stretch his feet out so he lands on them first after swinging into the lower half of the stairwell.
Then, he drops flat on his back, utterly dazed, but somehow alive.
and he has a heart attack and dies again
"I feel it." he said about the rush. About the feel of his hair standing on end. About the wind that whipped past them from the edge. The prickling feel of his hairs on his arms standing on end. "I'm always right." He said in return, frowning. "BUt I don't want to be right abou--Oh shit, Klaus, what are you--"
He jumped.
Ben felt his heart sink suddenly as he watched Klaus run off the edge and start to dip downwards. The other building was shorter by a bit, but this felt like too much. His heart stopped, still for a breathless moment. He moved in slow motion to scramble to the edge.
There was someone yelling, and all he could think was Klaus was dead down there. But then he realized he was the one yelling. Yelling the others name.
The world seemed to speed back up to normal as he hung on to the ledge of the roof, heart racing as he looked over to see...
...Klaus. Scrambling up on the fire escape, and then dropping backwards on it. Alive. There was an awkward silent moment as he stared, before he suddenly blurted out a laugh. A relieved laugh that was explosive and rushed. He was smiling, hands white knuckled on the edge of the roof. "Holy. Shit!"
"You okay?"
ben, no!! we need to strengthen your heart!
The obnoxious pealing sound finally begins dying way as he takes a few slow, deep breaths in and out, which is about when he realizes Ben is shouting his name. Oh. Yeah, he should probably give some sort of signal to let him know that he isn't dead.
Since speaking won't be his best bet, Klaus raises an arm, stretches it high as he can manage and gives his brother a thumbs-up. He's got this aching pain throughout his entire torso, but other than that? A job well done, he'd say.
After laying there a couple minutes longer, he reluctantly lifts up onto an elbow, wincing one eye shut while he drapes the other arm across his middle. There are going to be bruises, for sure, though he pushes through for now, twisting around so he's on his hands and knees, upper-half hunched low to the step. He's coming down from the high, breathing somewhat heavier, hands shaking almost uncontrollably.
"I do not recommend trying that," suggests the taller brother, a nervous laugh following close behind it. "But oh my god, that was fucking insane."
he's working on it. Just takes a leap... right?
He held on and... let out a breath as Klaus held a thumbs up to him. Deflating a bit and relaxing there. "Jeez, you scared the crap out of me!" He called down to the other, hearing him not recommend doing it. But that it was insane. Ben took a breath, and pushed up on his arms.
"I'm going to do it!" he called out loudly, and Klaus would see him disappear over the edge as he backed away. He yelled out so Klaus could hear. "If I Die I'm Haunting You Again! So You Know!!" Strong words of encouragement. If you're going to try and convince him not to do it, now is the time.
Though he seemed to be taking his damn time about this. In reality, he was trying to get the courage to do it. The rush was there, but he was trying to find the perfect place to do it.
Or maybe he wouldn't.
i mean, yes, but also: a really deadly leap
Wait, what?
Despite the instability of the platform beneath his feet, he rocks himself over to the railing and leans out, vigorously waving his hands as Ben begins getting up. "Ben, no! I'm serious, dude, it's not a good idea!" Oh God, they'd just gotten him back and now Klaus was going to get him killed on a damn dare.
He watches his brother move out of sight, withdraws and clutches his face. "Fuckfuckfuck," he curses to himself, trying to decide what to do, attention directing upward to the base above his head. Okay, well—
"Jesus Christ, Ben, please!" Without thinking too much about it (or the unstable ground beneath his feet), Klaus begins rushing up the broken steps, hoping he can make it to the top and at least make a dive for Ben if he does decide to make the jump.
this is your fault klaus...
Klaus said something, but he ignored it. He was going to pretend it was encouragement. This is what he needed. This feeling that ran through him was a thrill. He felt like he was almost alive. This jump? This was going to cement that feeling in for a moment longer, right?
No more standing back and watching others do shit. No more watching Klaus do all the dumb things on his own. He spent most of his life following orders, reading books, studying, being good, and then he was dead. Or, well, he thought he was dead. He was practically a ghost for a decade or more.
Time to feel something more. "You got this." He said to himself and started to run. From this distance he felt like he was going in slow motion again, each foot fall felt long and slow. As he got to the ledge he felt his foot land, push and extend. He felt his other leg throw himself forward, trying to get some air.
And then he felt it. The thrill of the jump. He felt that rush of the free fall and he could feel the distance he covered. His arms stretched out and he could see the edge of the brick building come racing towards him.
And then it all went fast and sudden. His hands and arms grabbed the edge of the building, his chest hit the edge of the ledge and he felt the wind knock out of him, a oof of a breath pushed form him. the toes of his shoes hit the wall, and he scrambled, pushing himself up and throwing himself over, onto the roof.
He fell onto the roof with a hard thud and a cough, groaning as he rolled over onto his back, staring up at the sky almost blankly. Give him a moment and it'll all hit him soon.
thanks for *his* heart attack hhhhh
And he can do it, no problem, but what's it matter when he's getting ready to do so then happens to glance up and see Ben soaring through the air? He stares, mouth hanging open and eyes wide, completely entranced at the sight, heart creeping higher and higher in his throat as he closes the gape to the roof and— Holy shit, he thinks, cringing somewhat at the not so gentle collision Ben makes with the side of the building, then he's climbing up.
Klaus whips his head around, seeking out the nearest window that he can get through to find a roof access door. He finds one, wastes no time busting out the remaining glass with his elbow and climbs through, hissing at the sting when his hand brushes some stray shards, but forgoing the pain to keep rushing upward.
He slams the door aside, searching frantically for his brother, heavy footfalls slamming the cement as he hurries to Ben's side. "Jesus Fuck, Ben, I said don't jump!" His uninjured hand reachs to cup the other male's face, fingers squeezing his cheek slightly while he examines the glossy-eyed expression.
"Ben? Ben, come on." If he doesn't get a response soon, he might start slapping him instead.
Had to share.
And then there were foot steps, and his brother frantically dropped to his side and was searching him, and there was cursing. The hand to his cheek and suddenly he was smiling, slow to wide. He smiled, eyes focusing on the guy looking over top of him. A hand shot out, upwards, just missing Klaus as he let out a loud WHOOP of sound. "Whooo!!" And he sucked in a large breath, and started to laugh, brightly, Loudly and uncontrolled. It was a great laugh, and his face brightened in it.
"Oh my GOD. Klaus! I did it!" He chuckled, so merry. "I can't believe I did that!" His hands were shaking a bit as he reached over to grab the others shirt front, laughing again. "Wow! That... that felt amazing!"
He felt alive.
worth iiit
The arm goes flying past his face, missing his nose by inches, making him reel back somewhat when Ben shouts with glee. Klaus heaves a relieved breath then slumps beneath the weight, unable to fight his own laughter at the sight of Ben losing it. Frightened though he'd been, it feels so sublime to see his brother react this way-- like he legitimately feels alive.
"Hell yeah, you did!" he praises, noting the quivering hold on his shirt then reaching to clap his good hand onto Ben's shoulder. "My man, that was extraordinary! You feel okay? Heartbeat slowing down a little now that you're coming around?"
If not, they'll have to do some deep breathing to fix that, but it should be fine.
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As Klaus moved, both arms went up, hands spread out as if feeling the air arounnd them. He laughed, gleeful and bright. It felt so GOOD. And then he gets praise for it too? Even. Better!
He moved to drop his arms, sitting up on his elbows as his brother claps his shoulder. He grins, feeling his body shake a bit as the fear tried to set in, but he wouldn't allow it. "Jesus I about pissed myself doing it though. But yeah, yeah. yeah yeah. I think so. Holy. Shit. I can't believe you talked me into that."
Yeah, it didn't take much, did it? He laughed, letting out a breath and smiled widely.
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His body must feel like a live-wire right now, each nerve-end electrified with adrenaline and flooded with dopamine-- then here's Klaus just cheering him on, as if it's no big deal, as if— "Yeah, I can't believe you still did it, even when I said not to." The tone is no less happy, though he can't help having been concerned with Ben's well-being after pulling a stunt such as that.
But he can't fret too long, since everything turned out okay and they're both alive on the rooftop, (mostly) uninjured. "...I'm still totally thrilled for you though, holy shit, that was crazy."