RP logs: Chase, Pogue
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theirgoldenboyFor player information only. Also, additionally, Ginny showed up in Ipswich the summer after they graduated from Spenser / before they started college. If you want more information, contact me or Pogue's/Chase's mun. If your muse wants in, feel free to tag to applicable posts on sws.
Before this.
(*sighs * only problem is, that would probably push Ginny away from interacting with the boys. Just... her own story.)
(yes. Unless Chase dragged the boys into it.)
(could he even FIND her?)(because I don't think she'd be all that willing to be found.)
(He couldn't. All five of them?)
(that ... could only happen if he managed to conceal that she has power. But if they SOMEHOW, which is a bit unlikely, managed to work together? They probably could. And then Ginny and Mom would be PISSED.)
(Yes. Yes they could, and yes, they would. I think.. if Chase went to Caleb and was all "Um... so. I, uh. Have this problem. I need help finding this chick." Pogue would help.) (He might be all "WHAAAAAT??" about it, but he'd help.)
(Caleb would ask questions. Lots of questions.)
Actually, he would be all WHAAAAAT? about it.
Pogue? ALL of them. like... what the fucking fuck? You. come. to US. for help?!
Chase wouldn't tell about her power. He'd be all belligerent "you wanna help or not?"
Caleb: No.
Chase: *face crumples for a second before he gets that manic-angry look* Fine.
Caleb: The last people you sought out? Us? You tried to harm and steal from ... more than is admissible. Unless I know who you're looking for, and why, no, I don't want to help.
Pogue: Also you're a greedy psychotic little shit. *nasty smile* And we don't like you.
Caleb: *nosepinch*
Chase: *'oh, hah hah' kind of a grin* It's personal.
Caleb: *small shrug* So was what you tried to do to us, if I recall correctly. Brother.
Chase: *absolutely blank expression* More personal.
Pogue: *now looks very uncomfortable*
Caleb: You want something from us. The price is that we have security about what you are going to do if we do help. And that can only come with information. I'm sorry, but at this point, this is how much trust you can get.
Chase. *stares at him for a long moment*
Pogue: *abruptly* No. Forget it. I don't trust him at all.
Caleb: *sideways look at Pogue*
Pogue: *deeply suspicious and somewhat pissy Pogue is suspicious and pissy*
Caleb: *to Chase* Think on it. I'm sure you have the capacity to figure out why. If you choose to.
Chase: *toothy smile, shoves hands into pockets* Never mind. I can find her myself.
Caleb: Sure you can.
Pogue: That's why you needed our help.
Chase: *blank expression*
Caleb: Oh, and for the record. The spell that would be required? Must be done willingly and preferably at the best possession of one's capacities. Threats... won't work well.
Chase: *shrug*
Pogue: *does not like this. at all*
Caleb: *calmly, even if it costs him* All the good things have a price. Even when you'd rather not have to face it. *to Pogue* Let's go?
Pogue: Yeah. Let's go. *though he's still not going to turn his back on Chase*
Chase: Eh. I'll find her. Might take a while. The right private investigator will find her, though.
Caleb: Maybe. If he or she's not impeded on the way.
Chase: You wouldn't know how.
Caleb: *small smile* Money knows more than it's given credit to.
Chase: *blank expression with slightly darkened eyes* You try it and you won't like what you find.
Caleb: *shakes his head. Chase. doesn't. seem. to ever. learn*
Chase: *toothy, beaming smile, turns to go*
Pogue: *waits till he's out of earshot* We're following him, aren't we.
Caleb: Him or whoever he hires. *deep, worried frown, quietly* He might not want to give the information just out of spite, or not wanting to submit. Or he my have something dangerous in mind. I don't... think we dare risk. Damn him.
Pogue: *quietly* Little late for that.
Caleb: *sighs* yes.
Pogue: *chews his lower lip* I can go after him right now...
Caleb: *sighs* let's go. *like hell is he letting this be done by any one of them*
Pogue: *nods, goes with him*
-----
After this.
Caleb: *goes curls up with Pogue. a lot*
Pogue: *sighs, holds him, maybe rubs his shoulders a little, is swearing so much at Chase, in his head*
Caleb: *holds on tight, clinging a bit* This. Is such a mess.
Pogue: No kidding.
Caleb: Yeah. *quietly, into his shoulder* If what I think is true... that changes... so much. God, just - having others with power changes so much.
Pogue: Just the fact that it's Chase changes a lot. *quietly* Of all of us... *shakes his head slightly* He's not the one ... yeah.
Caleb: No. *fingers curl into his shirt a bit, but his head rises a little* Unless things change, he'll still be the first to... go.
Pogue: *isn't entirely sure which of the many meanings Caleb intended for that and really doesn't want to know* He's insane.
Caleb: Yes.
Pogue: *isn't sure what to do*
Caleb: *so isn't, either. But just wants some... contact with sanity for a change. a bit, then winces* Sarah. Our moms. They'll kill him.
Pogue: *wry* Assuming her family doesn't.
Caleb: Yeah. *squeezes his eyes shut* Why does he have to be so... complicated.
Pogue: *snorts* Because he's crazy. *hugs him tighter, though*
Caleb: *hugs tighter right back* Well. Yes. Just not... raving lunatic that we can restrain. Somewhere in between where everything is difficult. *sighs* I'll talk to her. If possible with her family. There's... a lot of information missing.
Pogue: *small nod, kind of.. shivers* Are there really... other people out there? Like this? I mean... I...
Caleb: *closes his eyes, hugs yet tighter, he's... gone through some initial shock, but he also understands how daunting the idea is, oh yes* It... would make sense. We know so little. Just about us, and we already know even that has gaps. How it started? Why would there be only five? *sighs* So many questions we didn't ask, because we figured, if there was more, they'd not hide it from us on purpose.
Pogue: *just.. doesn't get it. any of it. doesn't want to understand or think about it because, dear god, the idea is so big* I think I liked it better when it was just the four of us and all we had to worry about was not using ourselves to death.
Caleb: *rubs his back* Well. Yes. *small smile* It's still the four of us. Nobody can break us up, you know that, right? Even if there are others. Even if Chase is here to stay. We're us. And we still need to be careful.
----
Meta.
Caleb: Fuck you, you fucking fuck.
Chase: *snorts*
Caleb: *kicks him in the balls. hard.*
Chase: .... *falls over. giggling because that is such a girl move* Man... *wheezing, gasping* you are such a girl.
Caleb: Whatever.
Chase: *giggles and wheezes some more, twitching in pain*
Caleb: You're not pulling shit like that on her. On anyone.
Chase: *snorts* Oh, come on. You'd do it yourself if I didn't beat you to it.
Caleb: You still know nothing about me.
Chase: I know enough about you to know that you don't want me anywhere near any innocents.
Caleb: *sigheyeroll, goes to check on Ginny.*
Ginny: *is still very O.O about it all*
Caleb: *goes sits with her* Hey.
Ginny: Hey.
Caleb: *quietly* Do you need anything?
Ginny: *shakes her head slightly* ... my father is going to want to cut his balls off and feed them to him.
Caleb: Probably. What do you want?
Ginny: ... I have no idea.
Caleb: *small nod* yeah. That sounds... kinda familiar. What are some of the things you want, if that's an easier one?
Ginny: *sort of hugs herself* I want this not to be happening.
Caleb: *closes his eyes, nods* Yeah. They can still change their minds. *looks at her, one hand on her shoulder, but doesn't dare more contact unless she wants it*
Ginny: *faint smile, leans her cheek against his hand* Do you see that happening?
Caleb: *slightly caressing her cheek with a thumb, more in trying-to-comfort way than anything else whatsoever* Only if they come up with something more interesting.
Ginny: Meaning, more awkward and painful, most likely. *faint smile*
Caleb: Generally... but not necessarily? I don't know. Or if we can show that it leads to a dead end.
Ginny: *snort* A very dead end. *slightly hysterical giggle*
Caleb: *sighs, now does pull her for a hug* Hey now.
Ginny: *shivers then settles into him*
Caleb: *just... there. Maybe glaring at Chase a lot. And no, he's not trying to be anything for Ginny. Just help her steady a bit, since. Everybody else seems to freak out.*
Chase: *oddly, doesn't mind Caleb holding her. actually kind of approves*
Before this.
(*sighs * only problem is, that would probably push Ginny away from interacting with the boys. Just... her own story.)
(yes. Unless Chase dragged the boys into it.)
(could he even FIND her?)(because I don't think she'd be all that willing to be found.)
(He couldn't. All five of them?)
(that ... could only happen if he managed to conceal that she has power. But if they SOMEHOW, which is a bit unlikely, managed to work together? They probably could. And then Ginny and Mom would be PISSED.)
(Yes. Yes they could, and yes, they would. I think.. if Chase went to Caleb and was all "Um... so. I, uh. Have this problem. I need help finding this chick." Pogue would help.) (He might be all "WHAAAAAT??" about it, but he'd help.)
(Caleb would ask questions. Lots of questions.)
Actually, he would be all WHAAAAAT? about it.
Pogue? ALL of them. like... what the fucking fuck? You. come. to US. for help?!
Chase wouldn't tell about her power. He'd be all belligerent "you wanna help or not?"
Caleb: No.
Chase: *face crumples for a second before he gets that manic-angry look* Fine.
Caleb: The last people you sought out? Us? You tried to harm and steal from ... more than is admissible. Unless I know who you're looking for, and why, no, I don't want to help.
Pogue: Also you're a greedy psychotic little shit. *nasty smile* And we don't like you.
Caleb: *nosepinch*
Chase: *'oh, hah hah' kind of a grin* It's personal.
Caleb: *small shrug* So was what you tried to do to us, if I recall correctly. Brother.
Chase: *absolutely blank expression* More personal.
Pogue: *now looks very uncomfortable*
Caleb: You want something from us. The price is that we have security about what you are going to do if we do help. And that can only come with information. I'm sorry, but at this point, this is how much trust you can get.
Chase. *stares at him for a long moment*
Pogue: *abruptly* No. Forget it. I don't trust him at all.
Caleb: *sideways look at Pogue*
Pogue: *deeply suspicious and somewhat pissy Pogue is suspicious and pissy*
Caleb: *to Chase* Think on it. I'm sure you have the capacity to figure out why. If you choose to.
Chase: *toothy smile, shoves hands into pockets* Never mind. I can find her myself.
Caleb: Sure you can.
Pogue: That's why you needed our help.
Chase: *blank expression*
Caleb: Oh, and for the record. The spell that would be required? Must be done willingly and preferably at the best possession of one's capacities. Threats... won't work well.
Chase: *shrug*
Pogue: *does not like this. at all*
Caleb: *calmly, even if it costs him* All the good things have a price. Even when you'd rather not have to face it. *to Pogue* Let's go?
Pogue: Yeah. Let's go. *though he's still not going to turn his back on Chase*
Chase: Eh. I'll find her. Might take a while. The right private investigator will find her, though.
Caleb: Maybe. If he or she's not impeded on the way.
Chase: You wouldn't know how.
Caleb: *small smile* Money knows more than it's given credit to.
Chase: *blank expression with slightly darkened eyes* You try it and you won't like what you find.
Caleb: *shakes his head. Chase. doesn't. seem. to ever. learn*
Chase: *toothy, beaming smile, turns to go*
Pogue: *waits till he's out of earshot* We're following him, aren't we.
Caleb: Him or whoever he hires. *deep, worried frown, quietly* He might not want to give the information just out of spite, or not wanting to submit. Or he my have something dangerous in mind. I don't... think we dare risk. Damn him.
Pogue: *quietly* Little late for that.
Caleb: *sighs* yes.
Pogue: *chews his lower lip* I can go after him right now...
Caleb: *sighs* let's go. *like hell is he letting this be done by any one of them*
Pogue: *nods, goes with him*
-----
After this.
Caleb: *goes curls up with Pogue. a lot*
Pogue: *sighs, holds him, maybe rubs his shoulders a little, is swearing so much at Chase, in his head*
Caleb: *holds on tight, clinging a bit* This. Is such a mess.
Pogue: No kidding.
Caleb: Yeah. *quietly, into his shoulder* If what I think is true... that changes... so much. God, just - having others with power changes so much.
Pogue: Just the fact that it's Chase changes a lot. *quietly* Of all of us... *shakes his head slightly* He's not the one ... yeah.
Caleb: No. *fingers curl into his shirt a bit, but his head rises a little* Unless things change, he'll still be the first to... go.
Pogue: *isn't entirely sure which of the many meanings Caleb intended for that and really doesn't want to know* He's insane.
Caleb: Yes.
Pogue: *isn't sure what to do*
Caleb: *so isn't, either. But just wants some... contact with sanity for a change. a bit, then winces* Sarah. Our moms. They'll kill him.
Pogue: *wry* Assuming her family doesn't.
Caleb: Yeah. *squeezes his eyes shut* Why does he have to be so... complicated.
Pogue: *snorts* Because he's crazy. *hugs him tighter, though*
Caleb: *hugs tighter right back* Well. Yes. Just not... raving lunatic that we can restrain. Somewhere in between where everything is difficult. *sighs* I'll talk to her. If possible with her family. There's... a lot of information missing.
Pogue: *small nod, kind of.. shivers* Are there really... other people out there? Like this? I mean... I...
Caleb: *closes his eyes, hugs yet tighter, he's... gone through some initial shock, but he also understands how daunting the idea is, oh yes* It... would make sense. We know so little. Just about us, and we already know even that has gaps. How it started? Why would there be only five? *sighs* So many questions we didn't ask, because we figured, if there was more, they'd not hide it from us on purpose.
Pogue: *just.. doesn't get it. any of it. doesn't want to understand or think about it because, dear god, the idea is so big* I think I liked it better when it was just the four of us and all we had to worry about was not using ourselves to death.
Caleb: *rubs his back* Well. Yes. *small smile* It's still the four of us. Nobody can break us up, you know that, right? Even if there are others. Even if Chase is here to stay. We're us. And we still need to be careful.
----
Meta.
Caleb: Fuck you, you fucking fuck.
Chase: *snorts*
Caleb: *kicks him in the balls. hard.*
Chase: .... *falls over. giggling because that is such a girl move* Man... *wheezing, gasping* you are such a girl.
Caleb: Whatever.
Chase: *giggles and wheezes some more, twitching in pain*
Caleb: You're not pulling shit like that on her. On anyone.
Chase: *snorts* Oh, come on. You'd do it yourself if I didn't beat you to it.
Caleb: You still know nothing about me.
Chase: I know enough about you to know that you don't want me anywhere near any innocents.
Caleb: *sigheyeroll, goes to check on Ginny.*
Ginny: *is still very O.O about it all*
Caleb: *goes sits with her* Hey.
Ginny: Hey.
Caleb: *quietly* Do you need anything?
Ginny: *shakes her head slightly* ... my father is going to want to cut his balls off and feed them to him.
Caleb: Probably. What do you want?
Ginny: ... I have no idea.
Caleb: *small nod* yeah. That sounds... kinda familiar. What are some of the things you want, if that's an easier one?
Ginny: *sort of hugs herself* I want this not to be happening.
Caleb: *closes his eyes, nods* Yeah. They can still change their minds. *looks at her, one hand on her shoulder, but doesn't dare more contact unless she wants it*
Ginny: *faint smile, leans her cheek against his hand* Do you see that happening?
Caleb: *slightly caressing her cheek with a thumb, more in trying-to-comfort way than anything else whatsoever* Only if they come up with something more interesting.
Ginny: Meaning, more awkward and painful, most likely. *faint smile*
Caleb: Generally... but not necessarily? I don't know. Or if we can show that it leads to a dead end.
Ginny: *snort* A very dead end. *slightly hysterical giggle*
Caleb: *sighs, now does pull her for a hug* Hey now.
Ginny: *shivers then settles into him*
Caleb: *just... there. Maybe glaring at Chase a lot. And no, he's not trying to be anything for Ginny. Just help her steady a bit, since. Everybody else seems to freak out.*
Chase: *oddly, doesn't mind Caleb holding her. actually kind of approves*
