Accelerator (
levelshift) wrote in
etrayalogs2026-07-07 07:16 pm
My proof of existence is overloaded with empty words
WHO: Accelerator and OPEN.
WHEN: After this conversation with Sollux.
WHERE: Around Etraya.
WHAT: Accelerator and Sollux had a fight and Accelerator is having a completely normal one about it.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Depression, possible discussion about child abuse and murder.
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[It's the middle of the night when Accelerator starts feeling restless. He made sure Fio had dinner but otherwise slept for the entire evening and through the night right up until now, where he's starting awake suddenly. Hit with a wave of intrusive thoughts, he eventually gets sick of staring at his bedroom ceiling and decides that a convenience store run at 3am is a good and normal thing to do.
The night is dark and quiet and warm, and Accelerator trudges the short distance from the library, past the trolley stop and 8 Grandage Place to the 7-11. He has a reusable shopping bag in his free hand, and a scowl on his face. It's probably a good thing he's out so late instead of during the day, it'd be easy for some person to assume he's a delinquent looking to pick a fight based on his expression alone.
Stopping just outside the store, he glares down at the sidewalk for several long moments before his gaze wanders over to his side, to a mostly empty trash can. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly lifts a foot and sharply kicks it with enough force to knock it over.]
WHEN: After this conversation with Sollux.
WHERE: Around Etraya.
WHAT: Accelerator and Sollux had a fight and Accelerator is having a completely normal one about it.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Depression, possible discussion about child abuse and murder.
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[It's the middle of the night when Accelerator starts feeling restless. He made sure Fio had dinner but otherwise slept for the entire evening and through the night right up until now, where he's starting awake suddenly. Hit with a wave of intrusive thoughts, he eventually gets sick of staring at his bedroom ceiling and decides that a convenience store run at 3am is a good and normal thing to do.
The night is dark and quiet and warm, and Accelerator trudges the short distance from the library, past the trolley stop and 8 Grandage Place to the 7-11. He has a reusable shopping bag in his free hand, and a scowl on his face. It's probably a good thing he's out so late instead of during the day, it'd be easy for some person to assume he's a delinquent looking to pick a fight based on his expression alone.
Stopping just outside the store, he glares down at the sidewalk for several long moments before his gaze wanders over to his side, to a mostly empty trash can. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly lifts a foot and sharply kicks it with enough force to knock it over.]

For Harold
Fuck, it's stupid to get worked up over the whys. It happened, he destroyed a friendship he wouldn't even admit, and now he has to deal with the consequences.
And he doesn't know how he's supposed to do that. It's true that he's never had friends growing up. Not when he was really young, and not after he was pulled out of his normal class and moved into a class on his own. Doe he have friends back home? He can't consider the clones friends, and Last Order is closer to family. Qliphah Puzzle 545 is the same. The only Level 5 he ever somewhat got along with was the #4, but that was out of circumstance. That Level 0? No, absolutely not.
So what the hell is he supposed to do? Running that question over and over in his mind, he finds himself at the entrance to Harold and John's apartment, staring down at the biometric scanner.
..... Well.
He's probably only going to be a bother, but he decides to let himself in anyways. If neither of them are home he'll just leave and - and he doesn't know. Maybe he'll get a coffee or something. But since he's here, he may as well check. Just inside the doorway he freezes, one hand clutching his crutch and the other one curled into a tight fist.]
Anyone home?
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He hadn't actually expected Accelerator would seek him out, and he's momentarily surprised before it fades into a soft kind of understanding. ]
Come in, [ he calls out from the next room, a small workspace stuffed with books and electronics. Harold has settled in comfortably by now, and him seated at the table covered with monitors is probably a familiar sight for Accelerator.
He twists in his seat with physical awkwardness to face him as he comes in through the door, and decides not to pretend ignorance. It's probably the kinder thing to do. ]
Are you looking for commiseration, or a distraction?
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It doesn't occur to him that Harold was stalking the conversation until he asks that question. Of course, it makes perfect sense, Harold is just the kind of person who does and since Accelerator has already given him access to things that would be deemed more important, like his brain function, he isn't bothered. Especially when the conversation was completely public, there's no reason not for him to have read it, so he launches straight into what is on his mind.]
That was a load of bullshit! [Commiseration is his answer to that question, not distraction.] Why the hell was that dumbass getting worked up over something so stupid??
[Says the guy yelling about it.]
For Jon
There isn't much to do during downtime in Etraya, unfortunately, which means his best bet is to find something to do at Ramsey Farm. Even cleaning up the house is better than nothing, as pathetic as that is, so he heads out, walking instead of using his ability. As much as he dislikes exercise wearing himself out may help - at the very least, after he's done he can go take a long nap or something.
He's in a bad mood when he steps inside the farmhouse, it's written all over his face as he unceremoniously kicks his shoes off and heads towards the kitchen.]
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he's dressed in a t-shirt and some overalls, not feeling the need to wear his superboy uniform when he's just been puttering around the farm and checking on things; no need to get that dirty! he's dusting his hands off a little as he heads inside and, pushing his cap back up on his head again — it keeps falling down every now and then geez — he looks for the other boy and... found him. heh! )
Hey, Accy. Did you come to check on the farm?
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He clicks his tongue, grabbing a bottle of window cleaner and throwing it at the bucket, hard enough to knock the whole mess over. His eye twitches.]
Yeah. [Abandoning the cabinet, he sets the bucket upright and starts picking everything splayed across the floor - spongers, rags, all-purpose cleaner - as he continues.] I need something to do before I get really pissed off and start breaking shit.
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Did something happen?
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I had a fucking argument. That's all.
[One that pissed him off, clearly.]
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So when he can't sleep, he goes for a jog. His injuries are healed enough that he can, no thanks to whatever was making noise outside at night during his stay at the hospital. After being discharged, he was glad to sleep in his own bed.
Midoriya wears basketball shorts, one of his usual stupid T-shirts (that just reads "T-shirt" in katakana), his usual red sneakers, and a fine sheen of sweat that makes him feel gross and sticky in the summer air. He slows his jog when he recognizes the other person awake at this weird hour.
"Accelerator-kun?!" he blurts out. "So you're the one who's been kicking trash cans all this time!"
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"What? This is the first -" First trash can he's knocked over in a long time, but somehow, saying that out loud is stupid. Is there some ne'er-do-well going around beating up the trash cans? He has no idea and he does not care, so he switches gears and instead snaps, "What the hell did I say about being familiar with me? And what are you doing up this late?"
As if he's the only one allowed to be up at an odd hour.
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This is a regular T-shirt of the type that he wears often. He has multiple in this very plain style, and they say things like "sweater" and "henley" and "flannel". They are all, without exception, T-shirts. Yet another of his fashion crimes.
He flinches, shoulders rising up to his ears. Not using "-kun" is also being overly familiar in his book, so he's really stuck here.
"I'm sorry." That was his slip-up after all. "I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a jog. Kicking over trash cans makes a lot of noise, you know."
He doesn't live near here, but that's his way of reminding Accelerator that he lives in a place with others and should be more considerate.
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Accelerator's gaze travels back over to the trash can, regarding it with disdain. "I really don't give a shit, so if you wanna lecture me get it over with. I have some coffee to buy," he replies, waving his empty shopping bag. Acquiring coffee is clearly more important than possibly waking up people who are asleep in the nearly apartments.
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"Picking up the trash can should be enough," he says mildly. He can tell that a lecture probably wouldn't help, so it falls to deeds. "Bad day?"
He tilts his head a little in concern. He's a meddling Hero if there ever was one.
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before the assailed can is able to attempt much rolling away, a boot halts it. Pending's a bit stanced-up from the suddenness off the noise, but a body this lank still kind of gives off man_standing_emoji regardless. orc_standing_emoji.
nothing explodes or oozes out in a nefarious manner, so they flick their gaze over to the kicker.
blink.]
...Better stuff at the junkheap.
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He drops his hand, scowling.]
I'm not looking to dumpster dive.
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Just breakin' stuff? [This close to where most folk sleep? Kid, you KNOW people'll get all pissy about it...]
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But fuck it.]
Yeah. [He narrows his eyes.] Why, you got a fucking problem with that?
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For John
Trying to keep control over himself, Accelerator refrains from just going out and starting to smash things. Etraya is a small place with a small population, and having a bad tantrum could result in some serious consequences he doesn't want to deal with. So as much as he doesn't want to he sticks to the library, quietly grateful he can keep his choker in normal mode to not worry about his ability causing problems.
Still, that doesn't stop him from slamming a couple of books down onto a table. He's planning on reading them, not throwing them around, but he's definitely treating them a lot rougher than he typically does.]
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That's not an easy thing to say. He's tried to talk adjacent to the issue before and never made any progress, and hasn't wanted to drive Accelerator away by pressing the issue. The fact that someone else was brave enough to do that is good for Accelerator, even if he doesn't like it.
John turns the corner with the vacuum just as Accelerator slams down the books and turns it off, standing about a bookshelf away. ]
Don't take it out on the books.
[ But it's not a real scolding, more of a friendly comment. ]
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The books are fine.
[...................... He will be slightly more careful with them, because he doesn't actually want to wreck any of them. He's just mad.]
For Fio
He pushes his own sour mood down and meets up with her, taking her up to the roof of the library. It seems like the an easy and fun place to take off. Plus it's hot out, and he doesn't want to have to walk that far.
Once they're up there he turns towards her.]
Okay. Ready to go?
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She follows her roommate out to the roof, eyes wandering around as if expecting to see something special. Nothing really out of the ordinary. She expects that he'll demonstrate flight soon enough. She could have asked more questions, but better to see his powers in action. Getting to the flying part quickly sounds much more fun. ]
I'm ready. [ Her gaze tilts slightly to the sky. ] Can we say hi to Mr. Sun?
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Yeah, sure. Just don't look directly at it, that's bad for your eyes, and hold on.
[He takes a moment to switch modes on his choker, and retract his crutch. Fio is one of the few people around here he's already whitelisted in his reflection, so he doesn't need to update his calculations at all. Once he does all that he's going to scoop her up and launch straight into the sky, the usual four miniature tornadoes bursting from his back to keep them in the air.]
as "not here" as he can get
There's no label, no gift wrapping, and no indicator of who they belong to. If anyone checks the footage to see how they showed up there, there's a section of the footage missing, the timestamp jumping only a few minutes forward but showing no other indicator of who was there to leave them. The same goes for the front door surveillance cameras. However, if there's any security cameras around the back of the Library, the timing is suspiciously aligned with the same time Sollux decided to have a midday walk outside nearby.]
the most "not here"
But no. That's dumb. It's the middle of the day, and they're still fighting, and there's no way Sollux would have points this fast to pay for them.
Since there isn't anyone else around to interrogate as to who the owners of the glasses are, Accelerator does the next best thing: he checks the security cameras. Of course, there's nothing, and Harold despite being the one to have installed them is no help at all. Even though he doesn't really need to (the evidence matches up with the growing pit in his stomach that is his second assumption), but he checks the outside cameras anyways.
Fuck. Fuck.
He doesn't throw the glasses out or smash them. In fact, he holds onto them, turning them over in his hands, knowing he has a lot to think about.]