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Discussion in 'Centria' started by Richie Tozier, Oct 19, 2019.

  1. Richie Tozier

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    November 16th, 109
    @Eddie Kaspbrak

    Richie didn't know what the fuck was going on.

    One second, he'd had his entire world crushed, and in the next, he was here. Whatever the fuck here was.

    He was convinced that he was in some sort of fucked-up dream and just couldn't wake up. He was in a fever dream. He had to be. Richie could find his friends at all after wandering for what felt like hours, and when he finally stumbled across other life, Richie just knew he had gone insane. There were people--humans--and then there were things. Creatures. Trying to even describe it as he saw it was just so fucking crazy that he just refused to. He was sure he had to look all kinds of unhinged, but this was too bizarre. No one even batted an eyelash at his disorientation and lost expression.

    Richie had been convinced that he was in some sort of fucked-up dream and just couldn't wake up until he woke up the next day and was still in the same shelter he had miraculously found the day before to rest.

    Still as lost and dumbfounded and afraid as ever, Richie stumbled his way through the streets of... what did they call it, Centria or something? Fuck if he remembered anything. He was trying to figure out a way to just get home or at least find his friends when he saw him. He saw him and Richie felt the air leaving his lungs as he stared at him. It couldn't be. As much as he wanted to forget it, his mind replayed the stabbing over and over again; hell, his glasses were still cracked and slightly bloodied from the death of the love of his life.

    Yet there he was, walking as if this were any other fucking day of the week.

    He would know him anywhere. Richie hadn't realized he'd started sobbing and speeding over towards Eddie until he was there right in front of him, having come in from Eddie's side and wrapping his arms tightly around the other male. "E-Eds...?"

     
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  2. Eddie Kaspbrak

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    Eddie stared down at the list in his hand. There was a lot of shit to get. He’d told Aaron he’d take care of the shopping just to feel like he was pulling his weight around the house (and because he didn’t trust Aaron to get the right brand of disinfecting wipes - he didn’t want magic ones, thank). He had a certain order he liked to go in to get his groceries - non-perishables first, and then the perishables (and they could NOT touch - he needed at least a solid three inches of separation in the cart, there was no telling whose hands had touched them and honestly, if he really thought about it, he should be carrying wet wipes with him and disinfecting outside containers as he went, so he should probably add more wet wipes to the list). Normally, all this took him a good couple of hours.

    He hadn’t even made it into the store yet and he was already going on forty-five minutes. It was not a process that could be rushed.

    He was so focused on his list that he didn’t hear the sound of approaching sobbing, not until it was too late and he was being smothered in a pair of long arms. Of course, his first instinct was to screech and flail, his arms coming up in what he hoped was a powerful elbow jab karate chop combo but honestly probably just looked a lot like flailing as he continued to yell.

    “Get off me!!!” he shouted, whilst continuing to flail like his life depended on it.

    And hey - maybe it did! Pandora was fucking werid there were all sorts of things here.

    But then something clicked, sinking beneath the terror.

    Eds?

    No one here called him Eds.

    Except Bev and that was not Bev’s voice….

    “Richie?” he choked out. ​
     
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  3. Richie Tozier

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    Perhaps he shouldn't have approached Eddie like that.

    Richie just hadn't been thinking, however. Up until five seconds ago, he had thought that Eddie was dead. He had cradled his dead, lifeless body and that had been in his mind nonstop until he eventually cried himself to sleep. Not even his predicament in this new reality could make him forget what he had seen down in the sewers of Derry. Except, this new reality really was a new reality, because Eddie was alive and, as far as he had been aware of at that moment, well.

    But then, maybe this wasn't Eddie. Maybe he had been mistaken because all of a sudden, Richie was being attacked. He was sure he got hit in the face by a karate chop or something, and his glasses went askew as he tried to escape the flurry of flailing in direction.

    "Hey!" He squawked, untangling himself from Eddie just as the attack started to abate. "Jesus fucking Christ." The words were muttered as he sniffled and took off his glasses so that he could scrub away the tears that seemed neverending - his nose definitely hurt and probably was bleeding for all he knew.

    He had figured that this was just his imagination or that this cruel new world was playing a trick on him - maybe Pennywise had been fooling them the whole entire time and this was just Richie's neverending torture until IT got tired and just ate him.

    But then he heard his name being said and Richie's shoulders slumped in relief. "E-Eddie.. fuck, man, is it really y-you...?"

    He couldn't take it. He just needed to know that his nerves would stop being frayed. So that he could force himself to get a fucking grip. It probably wasn't really Eddie, knowing his fucking luck.

     
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  4. Eddie Kaspbrak

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    As the adrenaline started to subside, Eddie felt a little shaky as he stared at Richie. Or - well, maybe it was just because he was staring at Richie - when he’d left Derry (or rather, when he’d been pulled in through a fucking portal) the last thing he’d seen was Richie’s face and he’d been wondering ever since if he’d been okay. They’d still been down in those sewers with Pennywise. Anything could have happened.

    But he looked okay.

    Well, he was crying, and his glasses had been knocked off (that was his fault though - he’d take responsibility for it) and there was maybe a little bit of blood leaking from his nose (also Eddie’s fault_ but - overall he looked very much not eaten by an alien clown from space.

    “Holy fuck,” he said, reaching out, a hand grabbing for him with just as much strength as he’d previously been flailing with. “You’re alright,” he breathed.

    It was so fucking good to see him.

    “Yeah - yeah it’s me, man,” he added belatedly, just in case Richie thought he was some sort of Pennywise plant and was about to chop him in the nads or something. "God, Richie I never thought I'd see you here." Pandora did bring all sorts of people in (and Bev was here) but for some reason Richie being brought here seemed like something that would always be in the too good to be true pile. ​
     
  5. Richie Tozier

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    40
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Good
    Richie didn't think he would start crying again. If there were any more tears, he figured, it would be because his fucking face hurt. Except, Richie had been wrong about that, too. He was crying because it was his Eddie. In this weird ass world or dimension or Universe he was in, Eddie was something solid and tangible from what he knew in his own world. He wasn't alone, and Eddie wasn't dead. Edidie wasn't dead.

    Once he felt certain that it was his Eddie, he was lunging forward again and wrapping his arms tightly around Eddie's waist, nuzzling into his neck. "Fuck, Eddie. I.. I thought you died. You.. You did die. But now you're here, alive, and I don't know where the fuck here is, but you--You're here." Richie practically babbled as he pulled away to look at Eddie again, his face blurry without his glasses on, but his form unmistakable to Richie.

    "I've never been more happy to see you again--wait. Eddie, do you know what's going on?" He finally caught up with the conversational pace and now was starting to assess the situation he was in. Eddie wasn't impaled anymore; in fact, he was wearing fresh clothes and he had been walking like this was any other day in Derry.

     
  6. Eddie Kaspbrak

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    Eddie all but melted into Richie’s embrace (it was pretty much his only choice - that or get snapped in half like a twig). It was so good to see him again. He’d been adjusting to life in Pandora again - and it was...it was good. He had his - Aaron, he had Bev - but now? It seemed somehow right that Richie was here. Like he was a piece of a puzzle that was missing.

    “You don’t - oh shit,” Eddie said, staring at him - with slowly dawning realization. “You don’t know yet?” Well. Eddie hadn’t had to explain this to anyone yet, so he wasn’t really sure how to put it all together enough to make sense. “Rich - you’re...well, I mean obviously you’re not in Derry any more,” he started, his hand still clinging to Richie’s arm like he thought he might disappear if he let go for half a second.

    “This place it’s - it’s called Pandora and it’s fucking weird as hell. I mean I know we were terrorized by a fucking clown from space or whatever so weird is relative or whatever, but it’s - it’s a whole new world, Richie. Like...not Earth. It just pulls you from your own world and then you’re here and - well that’s it. You’re here.”

    He stared at him for a moment, the words from earlier trickling back in. “Wait I DIED?he squawked. ​