dreadinquisitor | Mask or Menace

Mask or Menace - IC Inbox

He's gotten better with his communicator - a part of him even likes it! He'll probably get back to you, if you leave him a message.

Conversely, do it the old fashioned way. He'll definitely get back to you.

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[No text, but when the image appears, it does say exactly who it is from.]

Hey Saw your light on you up?

[Usually Poe would call or text first. He knows how to be polite, generally, but this time he can't. Every time he goes to write a text, he doesn't have the words for it. Same with the phone. So instead, after pacing for a while, he notices Maxwell's light is on.

Grabbing some of the tea that Maxwell left for him a couple weeks ago (had so much time really passed? had it really been so recently?) as well as a half-finished bottle of whiskey, he hopped on his carpet and flew over.

Carefully, without looking inside, he knocked on the window.]

Maxwell didn't respond when he saw the footage. First because he wasn't sure how - both technically and emotionally, and then because that wasn't the place. All the eyes, all the ears, that poor bastard likely pushed into the spotlight again.... No.

Not like that.

Then he didn't watch much after that, catching only bits and pieces in passing, so he didn't know when Poe returned. It wasn't few a few days more, until another sleepiness night was driving him out into his makeshift archery range that he spotted the light where it hadn't been for weeks now.

His reaction, truthfully, didn't even really have that much to do with Poe. It was seeded in the long weeks, months now, that he'd been trapped in his own unrelenting heartache. Grief and anger and guilt boiling away inside him for so long--

--He let the spectral arrow loose before he'd even really thought of it. A streak of green, flashing past Poe's window and lodging in the tree beyond. Like the ghost of a weapon, it lingered only a moment before exploding into wispy smoke.

[It was the day after he arrived, in the evening, that he went to check on Maxwell. He'd had to visit a few other friends (one of them in the hospital), so he was coming in to check on Maxwell just as the sun was setting.

He wasn't really thinking about it, when he knocked on the door, but there was something weird: he didn't look like himself. In fact, he looked a lot like his mom - for all intents and purposes completely and utterly female. It didn't actually make a lot of a difference to him, once he'd figured it out. Too busy to really worry about it. But that meant that he didn't think to change back before he was knocking on Maxwell's door. (No carpet either, and riding a flying horse up to the window would probably be Something Else.)

So, on the outside, it mostly just looked like a dark haired woman (with incredible bedhead), wearing Poe Dameron's leather jacket, knocking on his neighbor's door.]

hey magic maxie it's been a while how are you doing?

found all night cookie store come with y/n?

[ a few days after odin's import my heart commercial, maxwell gets this - ]

Hey. I wanted to apologize for, uh... I just kind of got carried away. When we were talking. You were being kind and trying to help me and I assumed the worst and shared far too much of Poe's feelings with you. I'm worried I made you uncomfortable, or else brought up some things from home that you didn't want to think about. Maybe I didn't. I don't know. I am a stupid man, so there are a great many things I don't know. My talents lie in waxing poetic about darkness, rather than in candid conversations about emotions. Just, I'm sorry. If I was bad. I was also, um. I was also wondering if you could tell me more about the person in your life who hurt you. What they were like - their personality, their hopes, things like that. If you're comfortable with that.

[as usual, archie feels selfish for reaching out to maxwell, knowing he has his own shit, but... sometimes he just needs someone to shoot the shit with. he still feels comfortable talking to max, which is something that's getting increasingly rare with his other friends thanks to his shitty guilt complex that he can't let go of. his insomnia has been even worse thanks to a bunch of unfortunate events, but he messages max early in the evening. part of him hopes the poor guy is sleeping better, despite everything.]

going to need some advice on archery/swording targets soon, if you're agreeable to imparting some wisdom

thank the force

hey buddy

scared me for a minute

bb-8 says you're back so if you could confirm you are, and that you remember who the hell i am, that would be great

hey it’s Daisy Kind of really delayed, but, wanted to see how you are doing

[He leaves it as a message, and he sounds very shaken.]

I'm sorry.

I get it now.

I won't - ask you to forgive me, but I promise I won't pull that kind of shit on you again. On any of you.

I'm going to try to help them stop this thing but - I promise I will do everything in my power not to get hurt.

Just.

Stay safe.

Alright?

Please.

In an action I'm sure to regret, I agreed to let some young adults have a party at my place.

[...]

One you couldn't pay me to attend. You wanna hang out?

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3 am text

after the horror house, action;

After Space

After space- FOR REAL THIS TIME