009 [ Voice ]

[hellionated]

[ So Julian's been gone somewhere close to a week. He finds that out from a newspaper stand. For him it's been a hell of a lot longer than a week, and his head is spinning now. Memories he hadn't known were there are rising to the surface, fitting back into place. Friends, enemies, people from other worlds. Events he'd thought he'd never forget. Skrulls, Vulcanus.

God, this is weird.

And last time he'd been here, he hadn't looked like this.

He's walking through the City, metal hands concealed in his pockets. Every part of this is a mess. His powers are holding the phone to his ear, and there's no video.

He sounds like he's bored. ]

This place has good timing. I was almost in math class.

So I'm back. You can all stop missing me now. Since nothing's in pieces I'm gonna guess no one tried to destroy the place this week. Did I miss anything worth telling?

Comments

voice;

[hellionated]

Yeah, what the hell? Quire's nuts. I don't even know if he meant that shit or if it's supposed to be insane.

[ Talking about that is easier than pretty much anything else. Did you ask a question? ]

...Home's fine. Is Sofia all right?

voice;

[borntobewildcat]

I hope it was just a joke, but I wasn't going to rule anything out. [For Sofia's sake.]

[He's also not noticing the evasion right now, because he's just that happy. Jerk.]

As good as can be expected when you disappeared. She'll be fine now.

voice;

[hellionated]

[ Julian doesn't even know what he'll say to her, Jesus Christ. ]

Yeah. I need to talk to her.

Fuck, this is weird. It's been months, and it's like I haven't been gone at all.

voice;

[borntobewildcat]

Kinda funny how that works out, huh?

Try hard not to think about your age now. That'll make your head spin.

voice;

[hellionated]

[ OH GREAT well he's thinking about it now. ]

I was seventeen...at home. But I turned eighteen like a month ago here, how the hell does that work?

voice;

[borntobewildcat]

You were eighteen here, went back to seventeen at home, now you're back here at seventeen with an extra year of memories, and...

Yeah, I'm already confused.

voice;

[hellionated]

And I was at home for months.

Whatever. If anyone asks, I'm eighteen. Spelling that shit out every time is not gonna happen.