changehistory: (Upset/looking down)
Another day in this carnival of souls
Another night's sands end as quickly as it goes
The memories are shadows, ink on the page
And I can't seem to find my way home

And it's almost like your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to keep me out

All the places I've been and things I've seen
A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams
The faces of people I'll never see again
And I can't seem to find my way home

'Cause it's almost like your heaven's trying everything to break me down
'Cause it's almost like your heaven's trying everything to keep me out

'Cause it's almost like your heaven's trying everything to break me down
'Cause it's almost like your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
To break me down, to break me down

Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down

~ Five Finger Death Punch - "Far From Home"
changehistory: (OOC - Mr. Monroe is busy)
[ profile] dontrightly_die folks: We have an OOC comm now, [ profile] drd_ooc. Don't ask me why we neglected to create one in the first place. It was Session. I was distracted. :-P

Post going up there sometime in the next hour or so.

[ profile] recreating_eden folks: look for a post in [ profile] eden_ooc today or tomorrow. The game has been quiet, and I'd like to get it moving again, but I need to know who is still interested and who is willing to play, and if people have lost interest that's cool, but let me know, because there are folks who have expressed interest in several taken characters, so if you're not going to play them/no longer wish to play them, it'd be nice to let someone else have a chance. :-)

/mod hat
changehistory: ([Peter] Kissage)
He's developed a knack for two things: knowing when Adam's growing restless and impatient, teetering on the verge of plotting some new disaster to "fix" it all and knowing how to remind him of all the reasons to put such plots aside.
changehistory: ([Sylar]  Deal between devils)
[ooc: Sylar/Gabriel is [ profile] heroslayer and used with permission and by request. Any mistakes in characterization are mine alone. Set 500 years in the future in Firefly/Serenity/[ profile] dontrightly_die 'verse immediately after the Unification War]

Fear not what you can't see
The pulse
The pain
The ecstasy
A hollow space
An empty grave
The best laid plans are meant to fade
- "Yohoho" - KMFDM

They danced around it for centuries with a lingering curiosity of what might have been, in another place, another time, if they'd met on a different ground or playing field, before their hearts had been otherwise claimed and their darker instincts curbed in a spirit of self-preservation if nothing else. What if it had been one brother instead of the other in the cell on the other side of the wall? How might the world have changed? How might they have? The man who liked to hurt, and the man he couldn't kill, who welcomed the pain as a reminder he was alive. But it remained just that--a dance they engaged in now and then when darker moments hit. A glance of understanding when fury sparked in the other; a commiserating look at something particularly naive that came out of Peter or Mohinder's mouth; a meeting they told no one about to wreak a bloody vengeance on someone who did something to piss one of them off. Those were the moments the speculation flared highest, at least in Adam's mind, because for all that he'd never had someone like Peter who stayed by his side, he'd never had the opportunity to have someone like Sylar either, and gods but what a pair they could make. The world would tremble in fear before them, and no one would stand in their way. He could feel it in the air, the hot thickness of the idea of it, pressing in against all those restraints he'd erected around himself to keep the things in his life that he'd convinced himself he needed.

It should have broken in an alley drenched in blood, some unworthy on the ground beneath their feet. )
changehistory: (Evil smirk)
"Challenges are what make life interesting; overcoming them is what makes life meaningful." - Joshua J. Marine

The house stood on a hill outside the city, looking down on it in one direction, and toward the ocean in the other. It was a commanding view, one could argue even the best in the city, possibly even on the whole of Londinium, and standing out on his balcony looking down toward the city, Adam allowed himself a moment to enjoy it. Below him the city teemed with life, people moving along the streets, shuttles cruising through the air. He could see the port where the larger ships would land, and he smiled slightly, watching one of them and wondering if any of his wandering children were on it, coming home. The 'verse had grown, expanded since they'd been forced to leave Earth--still a bitter point of contention for him that it was best not to look at too closely--and with planets spread out and colonized throughout the solar system he supposed it was too much to hope they'd all choose to settle on the same one. They weren't joined at the hip, after all, and it probably wasn't fair to keep calling them children, not anymore, even if he always would have the advantage in years. They had their own now, their own experiences, their own heartbreaks, their own losses, their own successes. They'd broken and mended, fallen apart and come back together. And he had a large house on top of a hill, looking down on a city he owned far more of than anyone realized.

A tiny smirk curved his lips as he took a sip of whiskey from the glass he held, more for the familiar taste than anything else. It wasn't the original plan from so long ago, of course, by any means. It wasn't how he'd meant things to go. Humanity still crawled, spread itself out, wreaked itself upon new shores. The recent broadcasts revealing the latest upset in humanity's leaps forward to bettering themselves were...unfortunate, but he did have to admire the spirit of those that got the news out. Suresh had nearly come apart at the seams, but, well. What's done was done. They couldn't be connected to it, not that anyone was crying out for individual names yet anyway. It was "them." The Alliance. The government. The faceless, formless, shapeless entities that made the world work the way it worked. The minds, the money, the shadows in the background...He drained his glass.

Plans came and plans went. The virus had failed, clearly, but Suresh's formula had proven useful there for a while. They'd flourished, had their moment in the sun. Of course, compassion had nearly killed them, and had failed to save their planet, in the end. Too many people, too many resources gone, too much industry destroying the atmosphere itself--just as he'd predicted. But they'd survived, and now here they were, with a new world, and here he was with the power to wield to shape it. This was just a minor setback, nothing to worry about, not really. He was here, in the center of the universe, as it were. Another century, and he could claim to have seen a millenium. He'd survived wars, imprisonment, betrayal, and he was still standing, and his family was still standing, and his little empire was expanding through the shadows. He told Suresh to breathe, sent him back to the lab to work on the new project, and sent a wave to Gabriel to get his ass home and calm his geneticist down. Problem solved. Peter was late returning home from whatever mission he'd scampered off on this time, but he'd be back soon enough, and Adam seriously doubted he would ever connect the news back to what Adam and Mohinder had been working on a dozen years before. And Claire...well. She'd never judged him. Baileigh and Sark could be counted on to handle things on their end. If there was ever any official investigation by some independent source, they would find everything they needed to crucify everyone but him. Which would, of course, leave him standing with even more power than before.

A quiet cough interrupted his thoughts.


"Your guest has arrived, sir."

"Then by all means, please show Miss Serra up."

What could have been a regrettable situation really couldn't have worked out better if he'd planned it, he decided as his smirk softened into a genuine smile and he turned his back on the city, leaned against the balcony rail, and waited for his butler to reappear with Inara. He really couldn't wait to hear her account of events.

[ooc: xposted for RP to [ profile] dontrightly_die]


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