Post by mystifyingoracle on Feb 24, 2021 1:10:50 GMT -5
OOC: Thank you to Lab Rat King for the collab! Enjoy!
Control
Standing outside of the medical office for the arena, Silvio nervously fiddled with an empty candy wrapper, anxiously waiting for some news from the EMTs.
What had he done?
It hadn’t ever been like that before.
He was used to getting a little lifted when he stepped into the ring; especially these days. But it wasn’t ever anything Silvio couldn’t handle.
Tonight, though?
His thoughts were interrupted as the door swung open, the Oracle instantly looking up with a hopeful expression.
In the doorway, barely ducking under it, was Kane King; he looked a little disoriented, but was otherwise on his feet. The beast’s mind quieted as he met Silvio’s eyes, and he was able to speak.
“... Hey.”
“Holy shit, dude!” Silvio ran a hand over the top of his head looking alarmed. “What the Hell was that? What the Hell just happened?”
The intention had been for them to get into the ring, put on a clinic, and either take it to the time limit or just walk out. The manic energy? The bizarre sound? Kane passing out? None of that had been part of the plan.
Kane shook his head, lacking in an answer just as much as Silvio was. He made his way to a nearby bench, sitting down heavily, adjusting his muzzle to make sure it was secure.
“Your guess is as good as mine. You went off the rails, so I had to retaliate… and then I felt this awful pressure in my head and I just… passed out.”
“Ssssorry,” Silvio hissed, scratching at the back of his head and glancing around to make sure no one else was listening. “I didn’t...mean to do that. It’s just...never been that strong before.”
Sure, he was used to getting buzzed around LRK, but this was an entirely different animal. Ever since he’d become champion, the highs were higher, the colors and smells and feelings all so much more intense. All those eyes on him, all that recognition...when he started fighting, he could see the flow of it all around him. One of his friends had been a synesthete - someone whose senses could cross over with each other. In their case, it had been sound-color synesthesia. When he listened to music, he could also, ‘see,’ it. Voices had colors. The concept had fascinated Silvio to no end and he’d asked his friend to try and paint what he saw while listening to their favorite albums. It made for some neat pieces.
If he had to try and describe what he’d experience? That’s about as close as he could come. But it was even more than that.
When King clotheslined him into the canvas, it was like a firecracker going off inside of him. He’d fallen down in Kansas and stood up again in Oz.
‘Beautiful,’ didn’t even begin to describe it. Phantasmal and resplendent. Lightning made of fire and oceans composed of neon. His fingers crackling like dendrites pulsing thoughts across the stars.
Are we not all things?
And he was and so was Kane and...god, he needed to show him. He wanted to show all of them; had to. It would be criminal to deny anyone.
“You were jumping around like a rabbit on cocaine,” Kane replied, his tone deadpan. “I have no idea what was going through your head… but you don’t happen to remember what happened after I blacked out, huh?”
“You had me in a chokehold and then there was this awful noise that came over the PA. You went still and then passed the fuck out,” Silvio explained. “Did...do you not remember hearing it? Everybody did.”
The mutant replies with a confused expression and a slow shake of his head.
“I don’t remember hearing anything… just… lights out.”
“Crap,” Silvio muttered, wincing. “I don’t think it was Spooky. I don’t...think it was Mitch or any of the management at Carnage.”
That left another highly plausible but equally highly undesirable option left as an explanation.
Kane seemed to reach the same conclusion at the same time, a stone sinking into the bottom of his gut. He suddenly felt light-headed all over again, his fingers cold.
“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing a hand back over his hair. “Fuck.”
Reaching out instinctually to grip one of the bigger man’s shoulders, he tried to look into his eyes.
“What do we need to do? Tell me; I’ll do whatever I can to help make it happen. Do we need to get you out of here?”
Kane looked… lost. His eyes darted back and forth, but it was clear he had no idea what course of action to take.
“I… Nn… no, I can’t… I need to stay where I can be seen. If it really is him, he’ll wait until I’m alone. I just can’t be… left alone.”
Silvio nodded.
“Got it. You got it. I’m here for you whenever you need me. Should we get you back to Grace?”
Kane replied with a nod, still feeling unsteady on his feet. “I don’t… usually when I feel like this, the Big Guy… but right now I can’t… I just... “
“Right. Come on, man, let’s go.”
With that, Silvio took the arm of the Carnage UV champ and led him away, head abuzz with thoughts that swarmed like flies.
Things could never be easy, could they?
Control
Standing outside of the medical office for the arena, Silvio nervously fiddled with an empty candy wrapper, anxiously waiting for some news from the EMTs.
What had he done?
It hadn’t ever been like that before.
He was used to getting a little lifted when he stepped into the ring; especially these days. But it wasn’t ever anything Silvio couldn’t handle.
Tonight, though?
His thoughts were interrupted as the door swung open, the Oracle instantly looking up with a hopeful expression.
In the doorway, barely ducking under it, was Kane King; he looked a little disoriented, but was otherwise on his feet. The beast’s mind quieted as he met Silvio’s eyes, and he was able to speak.
“... Hey.”
“Holy shit, dude!” Silvio ran a hand over the top of his head looking alarmed. “What the Hell was that? What the Hell just happened?”
The intention had been for them to get into the ring, put on a clinic, and either take it to the time limit or just walk out. The manic energy? The bizarre sound? Kane passing out? None of that had been part of the plan.
Kane shook his head, lacking in an answer just as much as Silvio was. He made his way to a nearby bench, sitting down heavily, adjusting his muzzle to make sure it was secure.
“Your guess is as good as mine. You went off the rails, so I had to retaliate… and then I felt this awful pressure in my head and I just… passed out.”
“Ssssorry,” Silvio hissed, scratching at the back of his head and glancing around to make sure no one else was listening. “I didn’t...mean to do that. It’s just...never been that strong before.”
Sure, he was used to getting buzzed around LRK, but this was an entirely different animal. Ever since he’d become champion, the highs were higher, the colors and smells and feelings all so much more intense. All those eyes on him, all that recognition...when he started fighting, he could see the flow of it all around him. One of his friends had been a synesthete - someone whose senses could cross over with each other. In their case, it had been sound-color synesthesia. When he listened to music, he could also, ‘see,’ it. Voices had colors. The concept had fascinated Silvio to no end and he’d asked his friend to try and paint what he saw while listening to their favorite albums. It made for some neat pieces.
If he had to try and describe what he’d experience? That’s about as close as he could come. But it was even more than that.
When King clotheslined him into the canvas, it was like a firecracker going off inside of him. He’d fallen down in Kansas and stood up again in Oz.
‘Beautiful,’ didn’t even begin to describe it. Phantasmal and resplendent. Lightning made of fire and oceans composed of neon. His fingers crackling like dendrites pulsing thoughts across the stars.
Are we not all things?
And he was and so was Kane and...god, he needed to show him. He wanted to show all of them; had to. It would be criminal to deny anyone.
“You were jumping around like a rabbit on cocaine,” Kane replied, his tone deadpan. “I have no idea what was going through your head… but you don’t happen to remember what happened after I blacked out, huh?”
“You had me in a chokehold and then there was this awful noise that came over the PA. You went still and then passed the fuck out,” Silvio explained. “Did...do you not remember hearing it? Everybody did.”
The mutant replies with a confused expression and a slow shake of his head.
“I don’t remember hearing anything… just… lights out.”
“Crap,” Silvio muttered, wincing. “I don’t think it was Spooky. I don’t...think it was Mitch or any of the management at Carnage.”
That left another highly plausible but equally highly undesirable option left as an explanation.
Kane seemed to reach the same conclusion at the same time, a stone sinking into the bottom of his gut. He suddenly felt light-headed all over again, his fingers cold.
“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing a hand back over his hair. “Fuck.”
Reaching out instinctually to grip one of the bigger man’s shoulders, he tried to look into his eyes.
“What do we need to do? Tell me; I’ll do whatever I can to help make it happen. Do we need to get you out of here?”
Kane looked… lost. His eyes darted back and forth, but it was clear he had no idea what course of action to take.
“I… Nn… no, I can’t… I need to stay where I can be seen. If it really is him, he’ll wait until I’m alone. I just can’t be… left alone.”
Silvio nodded.
“Got it. You got it. I’m here for you whenever you need me. Should we get you back to Grace?”
Kane replied with a nod, still feeling unsteady on his feet. “I don’t… usually when I feel like this, the Big Guy… but right now I can’t… I just... “
“Right. Come on, man, let’s go.”
With that, Silvio took the arm of the Carnage UV champ and led him away, head abuzz with thoughts that swarmed like flies.
Things could never be easy, could they?