[Of course Crow was going to help out, whether it be relief efforts or exploration. Or both. One often coincided with the other when it came to snowy mountains. Thankfully, Crow was used to such conditions thanks to living in an area with heavy snow. Mountains not so much, but he'd worked out--he'd hiked before.
Finding the research party's remnants was worrying, and Crow's already got his flashlight out as he makes his way past it. He's not stupid, he marks his trail as he goes with his knife, scraping a "C" on a nearby rock or into a tree as he goes. Heck, it was one of his monikers, by now, he could recognize it.
That's actually why he's here alone--Ever since the memories of his terrorism had appeared, he'd been shy on the network to both friends and strangers. It wasn't too long, two days ago, but the radio silence felt like ages.
Recolle waits for no one, though, as he keeps climbing, idly musing about how familiar this probably felt to the memory he had of the other Crow--"C"--working his way through that mountain range.
Pretty ironic, he tells himself, as he makes his way to the top.
Was that...a building? So he was right, there WAS someone higher up on this mountain than the research party. Maybe they'd abandoned camp and came here--bones were still worrying but...survivors. He had to check for survivors.
Unfortunately, those negative thoughts he'd brought with him on the way up amplify to insane degrees from the moment he steps in, increasing until he has to stop.
What's your real motive, Crow Armbrust?
You've left your friends behind again, haven't you. Didn't that scar teach you anything?
It's just another step before you're back where you were in your past life.
It's better to leave them before they leave you, isn't it? Everyone leaves you.
Terrorist.
"C"
"The Crow Armbrust you've known all this time isn't real. He never was."
Crow's eyes widen at the thoughts, grabbing his head and sliding down against the wall, machine whirring in his ears and his thoughts bouncing off his head at an alarming rate. Who was he kidding? His feelings that matched up to the old him were probably just as fakes as they were back there...
It was all part of some plan, wasn't it.
Crow's left sitting in that corner as paranoia overtakes him, feeling so much younger, so much...more helpless than the man he was used to being. That flashlight flickers in his hands as he lets himself get enveloped in negative thoughts, not even able to cry.]
IV. Same Man I Was Before
[Well, this was a lot easier to deal with than that fucking mountain. Crow's been concentrating on the people ALIVE who need help, making sure their first aid kits are well packed and easy to carry, putting coats on kids, and leading them towards the evacuation efforts.
This is what he could do, and now that he was out of his own toxic mindset, he can help in a way he knows how.
He's once again no longer the joker that you see on Retrospec, his eyes now focused on the task at hand.
You may find him putting together first aid kits for familys as they start to leave, just on the off chance that they'll need them. Or packing up sleeping bags.
Really, doing anything. Care to give him a hand?]
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[Of course Crow was going to help out, whether it be relief efforts or exploration. Or both. One often coincided with the other when it came to snowy mountains. Thankfully, Crow was used to such conditions thanks to living in an area with heavy snow. Mountains not so much, but he'd worked out--he'd hiked before.
Finding the research party's remnants was worrying, and Crow's already got his flashlight out as he makes his way past it. He's not stupid, he marks his trail as he goes with his knife, scraping a "C" on a nearby rock or into a tree as he goes. Heck, it was one of his monikers, by now, he could recognize it.
That's actually why he's here alone--Ever since the memories of his terrorism had appeared, he'd been shy on the network to both friends and strangers. It wasn't too long, two days ago, but the radio silence felt like ages.
Recolle waits for no one, though, as he keeps climbing, idly musing about how familiar this probably felt to the memory he had of the other Crow--"C"--working his way through that mountain range.
Pretty ironic, he tells himself, as he makes his way to the top.
Was that...a building? So he was right, there WAS someone higher up on this mountain than the research party. Maybe they'd abandoned camp and came here--bones were still worrying but...survivors. He had to check for survivors.
Unfortunately, those negative thoughts he'd brought with him on the way up amplify to insane degrees from the moment he steps in, increasing until he has to stop.
What's your real motive, Crow Armbrust?
You've left your friends behind again, haven't you. Didn't that scar teach you anything?
It's just another step before you're back where you were in your past life.
It's better to leave them before they leave you, isn't it? Everyone leaves you.
Terrorist.
"C"
"The Crow Armbrust you've known all this time isn't real. He never was."
Crow's eyes widen at the thoughts, grabbing his head and sliding down against the wall, machine whirring in his ears and his thoughts bouncing off his head at an alarming rate. Who was he kidding? His feelings that matched up to the old him were probably just as fakes as they were back there...
It was all part of some plan, wasn't it.
Crow's left sitting in that corner as paranoia overtakes him, feeling so much younger, so much...more helpless than the man he was used to being. That flashlight flickers in his hands as he lets himself get enveloped in negative thoughts, not even able to cry.]
IV. Same Man I Was Before
[Well, this was a lot easier to deal with than that fucking mountain. Crow's been concentrating on the people ALIVE who need help, making sure their first aid kits are well packed and easy to carry, putting coats on kids, and leading them towards the evacuation efforts.
This is what he could do, and now that he was out of his own toxic mindset, he can help in a way he knows how.
He's once again no longer the joker that you see on Retrospec, his eyes now focused on the task at hand.
You may find him putting together first aid kits for familys as they start to leave, just on the off chance that they'll need them. Or packing up sleeping bags.
Really, doing anything. Care to give him a hand?]
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