[Random RP Post - Billy Kaplan]

[selfhelp]

This post is intended for mini-PSLs, random threads, or fic prompts for Billy / Wiccan with no required association with Luceti-canon. Invite or request-only, atm, as Luceti keeps me busy, but I'm open to ideas.

...I'll put more here if I think of anything, never done this before, oops

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[mph]

[ There is an endless amount of energy in Tommy to burn, even after the rave. He bounces back quickly because he can, because he chooses to, but once the music's gone and his friends have all gone home to bed, there is nothing else to think about but the events of the last...day? month? couple of months?

The last thing he remembers is Patriot, and the terrible sensation of being unable to move, of being terrified.

It had been Wanda's prerogative to get to know him, not the other way around. In that time that Billy spent moping, staring out the window and ignoring the super world around him, Wanda had come to Tommy, told him that if he needed anything, he could come to her. They had lunch sometimes, but then he was gone. He wonders if Wanda noticed, given that whole Mother thing Billy filled him in on. He hopes but doesn't expect, because he knows better than to expect parents to be reliable.

What he didn't expect was what he got when he zoomed over to see if she wanted his company at three in the morning.

An instant later he phases himself through Billy's door, not bothering to knock because it doesn't matter. Not now. Not with this. ]

Billywakeupyouneedtowakeupthisisimportant

[halfnhalf]

[Ever since he saw Billy fall in the battlefield just seconds after they got there, ever since he was forced to flee without Billy, since Cassie left, since - since that awful, awful battle, Teddy's been trying his best to keep himself from just flipping out entirely on anything, anyone. He felt that rage boiling inside, leaking out in snapped replies to people, in the way he'd use a little more force than usual in his actions, how he'd clench his fists during meetings.

Never had he had to hold himself back as much as he did during all this time, and especially to actually fool everyone enough to knock Hank Pym out and take his identity for his own. Even more so when he had to act the part while walking to all the cells, passing by Wiccan's with just a glance, in order to get the passcodes and learn the methods it took to start the jail break.

It's only when the plan actually begins that Teddy starts to not hold back anymore. He's no longer Hank Pym, despite wearing his skin still. He's Teddy Altman, and he's going to save everyone at this horrifying prison cell.

But first...

He stops in front of one cell in particular. His eye, fingerprint and voice are scanned, and once he's inside...

There's Billy, strapped to that damned chair. Teddy wastes no time; he gets to work to turn that machine strapped to his head off, and once he knows it's safe to remove, he slowly does so, and he leans over to see his boyfriend's face as it's revealed to him.]

Billy? Oh god, Billy...

[He uses his normal voice to let Billy know that he's here, and he refuses to move on until he knows that Billy's okay. Of course - Of course he's not okay, idiot, but - ]

[ladybro]

[ so maybe seeing her friends has jarred some sense into her. or maybe she's bravely strode past the point of smiles and of pats on the back, and now needs that serious conversation no one has been aching for, but which is nevertheless necessary.

kate does something she'd never thought she'd ever do: she texts billy the address of clint's place in bed-stuy, and asks him to meet her there. it's all under the gentle pretense of being a good co-hawkeye -- sure, she'd 'split' from the team a while back but that didn't mean she was going to let his place go stagnant and the contents of the fridge rot while clint is being detained. the acquitted verdict hasn't come down yet; the trial's been dragging on.

so when billy arrives, kate is leaning back against the counter in clint's loft-style apartment. the fridge door is open -- and it doesn't look like she's made much headway. maybe because she'd found far fewer perishable items than first anticipated, and it turns out she only drummed up this farce of an excuse in order to make herself feel better.

it's not working. ]