shenanigans.

[mrspond.livejournal.com]

WHAT: Log/actionspam re: rescuing Whiny McWhinyPants I mean Rory.
WHO: All the people who apparently like Rory???? Who are you. Participation not required, etc, but pop by if you want.
WHEN/WHERE: The Dark Hour, Monday the 13th, somewhere that essentially looks like Amy's childhood home: big house, lots of rooms. For reference.

At night, Amy's empty house is just a little bit foreboding. Everything creaks, and every single sound becomes a possible robber, a monster, a vengeful spirit. Or at least, that's how it was when Rory was allowed to stay over when they were small.

Now, Rory lies in wait. He paces around the room, his path marked by the clothes that frame it on the floor. He mutters to himself, half-remembered memories of another time he spent waiting.

The other Rory, suitably chastised after trying to fight his extremely vocal and more capable counterpart, sits on the bed, handcuffed to the bedpost. Every so often, when he thinks he hears a sound, he tenses.

"Don't worry," Rory says, stopping his pacing to address him, shaking the little Amelia doll he holds in front of him. "Chances are no one's coming. But we've got practice waiting forever, haven't we?"

The other Rory bares his teeth, "We have nothing in common."

The room the two Rorys occupy is not an easy one to find. Cloaked by a perception filter, the door cannot be found by a simple look around. Rory's rescuers must be careful, and look where they wouldn't usually look.

When the door finally does open, and Rory sees their visitors, he starts laughing. The other Rory tries to get up from the bed, and the bedframe rattles.

Rory hisses, "Shut up."

He turns back to his would-be rescuers and makes as if to straighten his tie--an empty gesture, as it's more than ruined.

"Welcome! We thought you'd never get here."

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[yearoftruth.livejournal.com]

[Souji comes in behind Amy. He's used to leading, but Amy's drive is overwhelming. This was something that she, as well as Rory, needed to face head on. So there commands on the side as they're fighting Shadows, but as soon as they enter the last room, he falls silent. They're here now as support, and to keep the situation in check in case things got out of hand. He'd seen this a lot before, and realizing that this was a part of a person became easier and easier. (He knew, even though he never faced it, that it was inside of him too.)

For now, it was time for them to talk.]

[mrspond.livejournal.com]

[Rory takes notice of him, and identifies him as one the people who tried to talk him down from his agitated state.]

You said I'd have to wait and see, didn't I? Well, I've waited a fair bit, I think. What am I supposed to be seeing here?

[yearoftruth.livejournal.com]

[There's no judgment in his expression, he talks evenly. Though, by the tone, someone might be able to detect a little bit of optimism.]

We came to get you. All of us.

[mrspond.livejournal.com]

All of you?

[Rory lifts an eyebrow and gives Souji a plainly disbelieving look.]

I know maybe a few of you, but the rest of you have no reason to be here, do you? No reason to care about what happens to me, of all people.

[yearoftruth.livejournal.com]

A lot of them insisted that they wanted to come. You had to have touched their lives in some way that they'd be willing to risk theirs to come save you.

[He keeps eye contact, and then quirks his head.]

[mrspond.livejournal.com]

[On the bed, Rory makes a surprised sound.]

Really? [He glances nervously at his shadow who sneers at him.

Rory's shadow turns back to Souji.]

Then they must have caught me on a good day, or something. Why would they have come otherwise?

[yearoftruth.livejournal.com]

[His gaze goes from the Shadow and to Rory on the bed. There's a softer tone to his voice.]

It's okay that there's a part of you like this, there's a part of everyone like this. You can stop this. These people won't judge you.

[mrspond.livejournal.com]

[Rory huffs in frustration.]

How can he be part of me?? Have you seen how he treats Amy?

[Shadow Rory rolls his eyes.]

I'm just the part of you that says the things you don't want to say, then, aren't I?

[yearoftruth.livejournal.com]

[The whole exchange doesn't seem to faze him. Instead, he manages to keep his voice steady, and his intentions focused.]

Yeah, but denying it won't do anything. Realizing that you have those feelings is important toward changing them. She's here now and you two can work through it together.