3849/The Young and the Restless

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The Young and the Restless
Date of Scene: 18 October 2020
Location: Main Room - Titan's Tower
Synopsis: Gar is restless over the fact the missing Titans still have not returned. Kian ends up a source of distraction, and a few similarities and differences are touched on.
Cast of Characters: Gar Logan, Kian

Gar Logan has posed:
    There is a green-skinned young man draped across the couch, having done so in various positions before even seeing him in the latest 'how can that be comfortable?' placement.  The big screen is on, but it is flashing steadily past one channel to another.  Rather than using a remote, it's done through voice.
    "Next.  Next.  Next.  Next.  Next."
    Repeat.  The voice is flat and devoid of emotion, a stare in the eyes of the viewer that suggests he's not really watching what he's seeing, but waiting to find something, anything of interest.
    No telling how long Garfield Logan has been doing this, but there are a few empty cans of soda nearby on a low table.

Kian has posed:
    Quite probably, the sound of large wings can be heard, and getting closer.  They stop, in the vicinity of the kitchen, then start up again.
    And then there's a birdman perched on the back of the couch, clutching a tumbler of—you guessed it, purple Kool-Ade.
    Kían is getting predictable, maybe.
    "Oh, kié, Gar!"  He glances up at the TV screen, then back down again.  "Are hyu tryin' to watch all the shows at the same time?"

Gar Logan has posed:
    Though the wings are heard, there is no response to them, no greeting yet to the one who possesses them.
    When Kian lands atop the couch with his drink, it doesn't even draw much of a look his way.  Instead, Gar merely slumps further into place.
    "Hi, Kian," comes a lethargic response, notably less enthusiastic compared to whatever mood Kian happens to be in.  "There's nothing interesting on."
    If he could become one with the couch, he might be well on his way to making that happen.

Kian has posed:
    "Then hwy are hyu watchin'?" Kían asks, perfectly logically.
    He watches the screen a few—flick flick flick.  None of it makes much sense to him.
    "Hyu do not seem hyour-se'f," he comments, looking down again.  "Hyu iss usually more… somethin'.  I do not know the right wor'.  Iss hyu all right?"

Gar Logan has posed:
    "Because I'm…" Gar begins, before stopping himself.  What is he right now?  He may not even be sure.
    Clearing his throat, he begins to sit up.  "TV off."  The screen goes black.
    "I don't know right now," he admits, without further detail quiet yet.  Hands rest in his lap, his shoulders slumped.  Body language is generally… negative.

Kian has posed:
    "I… am not sure hwat I can do," Kían says helplessly.  Body language is largely lost on him; he's used to just sensing how his friends and family feel.  He hops off the back of the couch and sets his drink aside, then returns, this time perching on the end of the couch.  "It has been quiet for a change aroun' here, we haf taken care of those attackers that can not coun'… I do not know.  All I know iss hyu are usual not quiet like this, an' I worry hwen thin's are not normal."
    He blinks once.  "I mean I worry hwen thin's are more not normal than usual."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan lets out a short breath through his nose, and as his lips draw thinner that fang at the bottom peeks out.  He glances toward Kian at the way he uses the couch rather than sitting on it.  Very birdlike, of course.
    "So, it's like… I know they're out there alive somewhere, but it's making me feel pretty useless that we can't go after them, and we don't know when they'll be back.  I miss them.  I miss Vorpal."  Or Terry, or both.  They know Vorpal is Terry.  The rest of the world, not so much.
    "And I kind of don't know what to do with myself right now," he confesses.

Kian has posed:
    "Ai, c'Rhys'yw, Téri, of course.  I haf… been tryin' not to thin' about them.  I am sorry."  Kían starts to reach for Gar's shoulder, then pulls his hand back—physical contact means mental contact, and that would probably not be advisable right now.
    "I wish I coul' fix it for every-one.  Raven said she might haf to take me to brin' them all back.  I tol' her she could."  He shrugs indifferently.

Gar Logan has posed:
    "She told me we can't interfere, that not even she could," Gar answers flatly, shifting in place to draw his knees up close to his chest, arms wrapping around them.  He's aware of the hand coming closer before it's drawn back.  Good chance Kian would feel all of that loneliness and desire through the contact.
    He adds, "I know I have them coming back to look forward to, but if it takes much longer I'm thinking we might have to get involved after all.  The longer they're gone, the more chance something worse could still happen.  Terry and I got to talk about some things just before all of this, and…."  He waves a hand, shaking his head. "It was a good talk, but I just want everyone back together.  I'm not good at waiting."

Kian has posed:
    "She tol' me she will brin' them back if they can not fin' their own way home.  I do not know hwat to thin'," Kían says.  "An' as much as I wan' to believe they are all right, the way every-one says they know is so… alien."  Hard to say if that's an odd, or a supremely appropriate word for the birdman to use.  "Hyu too.  I belief in the Cycle, that if I am not worthy I will be returned to try again, but if I am returned, it is into a new life, not one already goin' on.  So I do not under-stan' how hyu can ex-pec' Téri's rhy'thar to be in someone else already.  An' Kási has a poem that no one can figure out.  An' the Gods know hwat Raven has done.  She tol me an' I under-stan' none of it.  An' I shoul' not be alife, but I am."
    He shakes his head.  "But I can not add all those together in my head an' really belief it.  I can only hope hyu are all correc'.  I woul' like to say that no one woul' be happier for me to be wron'… but I thin' hyu would be."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan stares ahead at the TV, still off, looking through it.  His eyes are visible over the tops of his knees, but the rest of his expression is hidden by them.  The words aren't hard to make out, at least.  "Raven knows stuff you're better off not thinking too much about.  If she says things are a certain way with all this, I believe her.  And I believe Terry too when he told me about how the whole Cheshire Cat thing works.  I think he'd know, after learning what he did."
    He rolls out of that position and off the couch, to instead pace nearby.  "Usually if something's too weird to understand, I just put it down for being what people like us just have to deal with sometimes.  Not everything has an easy answer.  So… you'll just have to see."  Whether that means the others returning on their own, or Raven dealing with it, or more of them getting involved again.  Patience is so hard.
    "But are you, you know, doing okay after all of this, and the fights we had to deal with?" he wonders.

Kian has posed:
    "I am at leas' not goin' to ques-tion Raven again.  I begin to thin' I was lucky to only be throwed across the hall."  Kían rubs the back of his neck.  "I thin' maybe she does not like me."
    He watchs Gar pace a while.  "I do not know.  Maybe I am use to easy answers.  Or not use to har' ques-tions.  Almos' nothin' on this worl' makes sense.  It iss easier to jus' let it all happen an' not try to thin' about it.  I haf enough other thin's to occupy my min'."
    Gar's question stops him.  After a pause of some length, he answers, "I am try very har' not to thin' about that, either.  I feel… I am tryin' very har' not to feel anythin' about it.  If I thin' about it, I only get more confuse."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan snrfs.  "If Raven only sent you across the room, that's almost like being best friends."
    He grows quiet again, stuffing his hands into the pockets of the basketball shorts he's wearing.  They're a little past the knees, and baggy.  "Yeah.  Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.  Someone smart said that once, I guess."
    There isn't much more he has to say right now, whether he's deep in his own thoughts or just can't find the right words to use, but there is a simple, one word reply he has for Kian after the admission related to the attack on the Tower and the subsequent retaliation:

Kian has posed:
    That makes Kían quiet again.  He said he was trying hard not to think about it, and Gar is making him do exactly that.
    It almost starts to look like Kían isn't going to answer.  "The one with the ki'thar, the min' touch," he begins slowly and, from the strain in his voice, unwillingly.  "I did not thin' it was possible to haf the mental gif', an'… an' misuse it like that.  Unthin-kable.  An' jus' imaginin' him makes me feel sick, or angry, or both.  That is… new to me."

Gar Logan has posed:
    This is part of what makes them who and what they are.  Thinking about why they do what they do, the impact it can have on others, seeing how it makes someone tick.
    "If it bothered you, it should have.  It'd be like me seeing someone else able to do what I do and using it to hurt others.  And they were trying their best to hurt us, maybe even worse."
    He turns around and his head tilts in Kian's direction, whether he's still perched on the couch or has moved.  "If it bothers you, that means you're thinking about the right things."

Kian has posed:
    Still perched.  Kían must have quite a sense of balance.  "But he iss taken care of.  I shoul' be able to put it out of my min' now.  His crime agains' the Gods has been seen to."
    He shrugs.  "Maybe it iss because hwat he did was not possible, or I thought it was not possible, an' I am still not ready to belief it even happen.  I do not know."  He smirks sourly.  "Seems like all I say anymore—I do not know."

Gar Logan has posed:
    "I'd probably be saying the same thing a bunch if I was stuck in your world," Gar remarks.  "But at least I could grow wings and not look completely out of place."
    "But… yeah.  We stopped them.  They're lucky, really."  He does not explain just why that is, at this point.  Instead, he moves a few steps closer and tilts his head in Kian's direction.  "Maybe one of these days some of this will make more sense to you."

Kian has posed:
    "Probably my worl' woul' not make sense at firs' but remember—hyu would not have stran-gers attack hyu for no reason, if hyu were there," Kían says, a little pointedly, and looking up to meet Gar's eyes.  "The thin's that did not make sense woul' not be attackin' hyu.  Hyu woul' be completely safe there."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan remarks, "Oh, they had a reason.  But it sounds like you're saying you don't have people like that where you came from.  I wish that was the case here."  He lingers nearby.  Others know him as hands-on in the sense of hugs or a supportive hand at the shoulder, but he too remembers some of Kian's abilities.  Touching is not always the best course of action when it brings with it that mental connection that's not necessarily desired.
    "Anyway, you're my teammate, and also a friend, so I'll try to be there when you need something, or if you want to talk," he promises.

Kian has posed:
    Kían shakes his head once.  "We do not.  We do not need to touch to reach each other's min's.  Someone with a min' like theirs… well, that much mental imbalance woul' haf show up when they were still chil'ren.  They woul' haf been cured lon' before they came of age.  An' if after, that iss for Imperial Emergency Service to fin' them an' brin' them to a mental healer.  Hyu jus' can not allow min's like that on worl's like ours."
    He smiles a little bit.  "I woul' not even know hwere to star', Gar tavár'h.  No Akiár has ever had to encounter hwat I haf.  Maybe because I can still sit here an' wonder about it, that means I am not going insane.  Or maybe because I can still sit here, that means it iss too late and I already am."
    he smiles weakly.  "A joke, I thin'."

Gar Logan has posed:
    There is something that is difficult for Gar to comprehend, on some level.  "See… that would be frowned upon here, I think.  I mean, if someone was unstable I think people would try to help, but I don't know about 'curing' them by force.  I don't know what I'd think about that, if that was how it was dealt with here."  A fundamental difference between races and mentalities.
    He shrugs, emptying his pockets to spread his hands.  "I guess we both have things we'd find odd about each other's homes.  But if you can get used to stuff here, it's not so bad.  I don't think it's ever going to be what you're used to, though."

Kian has posed:
    "It iss hwy I spen' so much time flyin'.  It iss the only thin' I can do that really feels normal."  Kían hops off the end of the couch and just stands there a moment.  "For a lon' time, flight felt like the only thin' I had lef' that was me.  Now I haf a home, I haf frien's, I haf a new lan-guage… well, almos'."  That brings out a genuine smile.
    "And I haf not for-get, Gar tavár'h, iss hyu that brought me those firs' two.  I can not thin' of any-thin' hyu woul' ask of me that I woul' not do for hyu."

Gar Logan has posed:
    "Aw, I was just kind of there at the right time," Gar explains.  He probably believes anyone else in his position would have done the same… but could they have?  Could they have grown wings and become like Kian?  That answer… is no, not really.  "And you don't have to say that.  It's good that you found some friends who understand what it's like to be different."  He's being modest, probably.

Kian has posed:
    "Iss no one else who coul' have become one of my people.  It iss not the time that was importan', it was the person—hyu."  Kían does not bring up fainting in shock at the sight.  That was not one of his more dignified moments.
    "An' I do haf to say it, because I mean it."  His wings flex and fold reflexively.  "I do not know if hyu know—I am the only Akiár wit' a rhy'thar.  Hyu an' hyour frien's haf made that part of me feel normal for the firs' time in my life."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan fidgets with his hands, glancing down at them before the shifting of the wings draws his attention again.  "You also had someone else who was thinking about having you meet me," he reminds, suggesting there was more to it than just himself.  "But it's interesting being y… being one of you," he admits.  "I still wonder what your people would think about that if they saw it."  He still knows so little about the Akiar, beyond whatever Kian has been able to tell him, or even show him.
    "But now I kind of want to get out and do something instead of sitting around all day," he murmurs, glancing toward one of the various ways out.

Kian has posed:
    Kían spreads his wings—amazing how he never seems to knock anything over with them, but he's been managing them his entire adult life, it must be almost entirely subconscious by now.  "I haf not had a good flight today, if that soun's like somethin' to do."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan makes a decision, his form altering to one familiar to Kian again: his own version of the Akiar, wings spreading from his back.  "Maybe we should, then."