castleinthemist | 02

Heero was hunched over a table, a dissembled pistol lay in pieces on top of the table in the common area. There wasn't much light to work by, given the time of day he was working, but he knew the mechanics of a gun like the back of his hand. Fixing the jam would be no problem and it needed a good cleaning anyway.

It had been days since the last time Heero had slept. With the nightmares and things everyone were experiencing, he wasn't going to take a chance and be forced to go through the same. Nightmares drawn up from memories were the last thing he wanted to experience, especially since he was now sharing a room with two other people. For the time being he flat out refused to sleep, using every bit of his training to stay awake and finding things to do. Exploring, tinkering with a pistol, training, and other things. However, it was getting to the point that pretty soon he was going to have to nod off for a bit. He couldn't keep going at this rate.

Occasionally he stopped, lifting his head and looking around the common room for other people. After being attacked and having Duo nearly try to kill him, he was on a heightened guard. No one was awake, but that didn't mean the shadows wouldn't come back for him. Hell, maybe his attacker would like to go for a second try with him.

((ooc: It's the middle of the night and Heero is busy maintaining a weapon. Feel free to sit with and bother him.))

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"I already know too much about you." After seeing the colony drop through Duo's eyes, he wasn't really keen on finding out anymore about that right now.

However he was still interested in knowing about what happened to his counterpart in Duo's universe. A part of him wondered if something like that could still happen in his. Dekim was still very much alive and the new government was just that; new.

"What happened to me, at the end of your war?"

"Y'do?" Duo seemed to stiffen at that, given that Haku had somehow absorbed one of his memories, had Heero too? And that was much more personal. He set that question side for now and resigned to Heero's own question. Alright. Alright. Fine.

"What happened to you..." He paused, and looked Heero over. "You...he. He killed Dekim, and he ended things. They found him unconscious in Dekim's fortress and brought him to the hospital. He's been staying at a rehab center with other soldiers for the last couple a months, mostly cause it's the only place we know if that has the medical facilities to help him. The conditioning went pretty deep. It wasn't like in the movies where the hero is going evil and just suddenly ... Y'know. Snaps out of it."

"I'm aware that's not how it works."

The rest of it sounded pretty bad. Somehow his counterpart had managed to kill Dekim, but if he were unconscious at the end of it there must have been some steep cost. At least he was getting help now, though if he were him he wouldn't exactly be happy about needing it in the first place.

"And everyone else?"

"Yeah..." Duo said, leaning further onto the table, wishing he had something like coffee, or... Didn't he have some alcohol to dip into? Yeah. He took his flask out from his pocket and slid it over to Heero. Have a sip. Do y'good.

"Hmm. Well, Quatre went to Earth to try and fix the damages done by the colony drop, No-Name got adopted into a circus troupe and took the name of one of the stage hand's dead brother. And Wufei? He's been working with that new peace corp group. I'd signed up with him to train new recruits in the summer but I was keeping my distance for a while."

He took the flask from the table and unscrewed the cap. Normally he wouldn't have done this or even entertained the idea, but with everything that was happening he needed a little break.

Taking a swig, he listened as Duo spoke about everyone else. They seemed to be doing well enough for themselves, though after seeing both Duo and Quatre, he knew that mentally they were all pretty banged up. He passed it back to Duo.

They all took some heavy blows. As far as mental scars go Wufei was probably the most well adjusted, but then he was the first one to join forces with Trieze so there was always that to consider.

"Did you see any thing? Any nightmares that weren't yours?"

"Yeah. It was after Toph had you pinned." He really didn't want to bring it up, but it wasn't his memory. Duo needed to know he knew.

"I saw the colony drop. I was you, watching my other self trying to stop it and fail."

Duo looked down. See? See?! That's just another thing he feels like he needs to blame himself for. He shook that feeling off and took a long swig of his alcohol.

"I hate this place. I really really do."

"You're not the only one." This place was really beginning to wear on him. Seeing one of Duo's memories was just the last straw, especially since it happened to be that memory.

"Haku..." He put a hand to his face. "Haku saw another memory of mine. Something worse."

And what could possibly be worse than the colony drop, hm? Oh, yeah. To name a few things. "You..."

He looked over Heero's face. "Don't let it weigh on your conscious. If you won't let me do that, then you can't either."

So that was what caused her malfunction. No wonder no one could reach her when it happened to her.

"I'm not. He's not me." Though when he experienced the memory, he couldn't help but feel incredibly guilty and angry at the same time. When the Libra hurtled towards Earth, he was able to stop it in the atmosphere. He had succeeded where the other failed.

"Good." Duo said, leaning back in his chair and sipping his flask.

What else to say to Heero? Hnn. Guns weren't gonna do much, he looked Heero over once again.

"So... Talk about somethin else? Weapons? I was thinkin' about getting some leather for makin' some scabbards and the like. Make it easier to carry things." He said off handedly. No idea how much leather he'd actually need.

"Let's see if we can get weapons first." Scabbards would be useless without the metal needed to make weapons. Toph could make them apparently, but he wasn't sure there was even enough stuff here to make them. That is, unless they wished for it.

But that was pretty much a conversation ender, wasn't it? Heero needed to work on getting better at this.

"We can and have. I got that club made into a machete a few days ago. Bladed weapons work much better than the club did." Duo admitted. And there was plenty, plenty of metal in the castle that they could salvage.

"There's a pile of metal in that corner over there that Toph drug up. We can make swords easy, or whatever we need." So hence why he wants to get started on some scabbards.

Well, weren't they just lucky then. It seemed awfully convient that so much metal could be found in this place, given how the castle seemed to be so restrictive everywhere else. Maybe this was all a part of this place's game.

Or maybe Heero had finally hit the point where he really needed to get to sleep.

Running a hand through his hair, he gave a nod of his head. "Go wish for leather then."

"You haven't really explored that far, have you?" Duo asked, leaning back in his chair.

He looked Heero over and rose to his feet.

"C'mon. Go to bed, man. You're getting bags under your eyes."

"No. Haven't gotten the chance to." Too many areas relied on more than one person and he hadn't gone exploring with anyone else. Too many other things had been going on.

"I'll be fine." He brushed Duo's suggestion off and stood himself. He could hold out a little while longer before he needed to get to sleep.

"Suit yourself." He said with a yawn of his own. He'd atleast lost plenty of sleep over the whole ordeal, but as he walks to his room.

"I'll see you in the morning, Heero."

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