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[selfwound]

WHAT Last chance for timefuck except not really
WHERE Wherever
WHEN Day 127, whenever

[So, you've been messing around with time.]

[Okay, we've actually been doing that, yeah. Quiet Mounds is still a bit unpredictable, with the seasons and the clocks a little haywire. Today, there's another little pulse of magic. Maybe some of you find yourself back to normal? Or maybe more people are suddenly the wrong age or timeline. Maybe Deadpool shows up. I don't know.]

[Last post for deage/age-up/etc event, though obviously you can continue to backthread or play at your leisure after this.]

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[divasterous]

[he nods, looking very pointedly at Steve's shoulder]

There was this . . . thing? Some kind of magical artifact, that the Institute is in possession of. They call it the Sidereal. I don't know why, but when I came in contact with it . . .

[starspangledman]

[Steve's watching him, silent, one arm still around Vasily's shoulders]

[divasterous]

It . . . unleashed something.

I don't know. That's all you need to know, isn't it?

[starspangledman]

[after a moment]

Is that everything you want to tell me?

[divasterous]

. . .

[starspangledman]

[rubs at his shoulder, soft]

Vasily?

[divasterous]

I don't want there to be any more surprises for you. I want you to feel like you know me and my life.

[starspangledman]

[Steve's quiet, clearly choosing his words]

I want to know what it was that happened, when your magic interacted with the Sidereal.

[divasterous]

. . .

[closes his eyes, breathing shallowly]

Something was summoned. Or unlocked. Unleashed .Something otherworldly . . . something—dark.

[starspangledman]

[squeezes his arm around Vasily, reassuring]

What did it do?

[divasterous]

I don't . . . I don't remember a lot. It was dark—it went . . . I felt it in me. In my head, Steve.

[starspangledman]

In your head...?

[divasterous]

It killed . . . a lot of people. And then started spreading out into the city. It was sometimes a creature, sometimes just this blackness, and it . . .

[he holds his bare hands out, briefly showing Steve as black blotches appear on his skin, then fade]

[starspangledman]

Is that why—?

[takes Vasily's hands in his, holding them]

[divasterous]

[he nods]

I can keep it from killing me by just constantly reversing it and regenerating, but I don't know how to get rid of it.

[starspangledman]

Vasily...

[cups his cheek in one hand, there's so much hurt in his expression and so much of a need to help]

[divasterous]

[stares at him, wide-eyed and shaky]

I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I don't know how to even think about it.

[starspangledman]

[studies him for a moment before leaning in to kiss his forehead]

You told me now.

[divasterous]

. . . I'm sorry.

[starspangledman]

[shakes his head]

No one got hurt, right?

[divasterous]

Uh?

[starspangledman]

Aside from that shiner you gave me.

[divasterous]

Oh. Oh, yes.

I'm not apologizing for that.

[starspangledman]

I wasn't looking for one.

[divasterous]

Think Fiero made up for it.