NonCanon: Moving

[majorbonerkiller]

[Today was the day. Ivan was determinded. He swung open the door to his room and announced, hands on hips and loud enough for the neighbors to hear.]

YEVGENY! WE'RE MOVING!

[Oh, guess there was no reason to yell though; he was right on the couch.]

Hey, we're moving.

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[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Well it doesn't really matter here, and back home it matters even less.

[He decides to go make himself a sandwich while the soup cooks.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

I don't intend to live here forever. This place seems to be... a building.

[Lab rats spent their lives in facilities.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

I don't really want to go back home...

[colonelcrotchgrab]

There is better out there. I have seen it, hnnn... [a shuffle of his position] lived it.

Haven't I told you?

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Easy for you to say, you aren't the one getting the butt end of all your fellow soldiers' build up aggression and distaste towards you. I already told you about how it is for me...and how it's going to be.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin frowned, feeling a sickness well up in his stomach, edging on his already building nausea.

He did not want to think of what became of Raikov when he passed. He only needed to remember the scars on his perfect body, the way he cried in his arms. For a moment, he was in that bathroom again, on the toilet as the silver-haired man's body trembled and heaved with creeping sobs.

His response was slow to come, as his single eye took interest in the wall.]

They won't know who we are. I promise.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Everybody in Russia does! And it doesn't matter anyway. We can't leave.

[His sandwich needs everything on it.]

[Even if they could leave the Nexus, they wouldn't leave together. So it was better off to stay here in this prison then to go back outside and be alone.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

We can't go back to our time, but, Ivan, you see, I already know what happened since then. There isn't a need; there isn't anything to miss.

Now, if we go far enough into the future, we'd be left alone.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[Simply:] There's no way to do that.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Then, what of the people from the future here?

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

That's where they came from. We're just in the "past" to them.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

We don't exist in the future. We're free, Ivan.

We can do whatever we please.

...

[His voice lowered:]

Start a new life, perhaps.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[Ivan merely rolled his eyes.]

The only way to get to the future is by going there...real time. And you're dead where I come from.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin sighed.]

If you won't let me show you where I've been...

[You're impossible sometimes, the giant thought, resting his eyes.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

There's no way out, so stop getting your own hopes up.

[And mine.

Ivan let out a sigh, leaning against the countertop.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Of the Nexus...?

[Volgin rolled around the bed, to the throes of a rising stomachache. He was likely going to puke again soon.]

Dammit, Ivan, there is a way out... I will show you...

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

You're wrong, so stop bringing it up.

[Slightly irritated, Ivan bit into his sandwich.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin forced his voice louder:]

I'm not wrong.

[He was even trying to get up at this point, if to engage in his habit of towering over Ivan to bring his point across.

It hurt, but his fervor was keeping him upright and granting him strength.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[The young Soviet merely snorted in disbelief.]

[As Volgin attempted to tower over him, Ivan pinched his nose and quickly stepped away from the brute. His voice was nasally:]

Ew, don't breathe on me. You'll get me sick!

[colonelcrotchgrab]

You... [He leaned against the counter for support. There, slightly better.]

I'm not wrong, and I will prove it to you. I did not hallucinate the several months I spent out there in the future.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[Ivan groaned, walking away.]

I don't want to talk about it!

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin let out an irritated noise himself.]

Where else did you think I picked up my sense of ... fashion?

[Yeah, he knew he was not dressed to the nines, but he already turned enough heads in public by what he was already.]

There is a door on the fifth floor that I use when I want to leave. I'll show you.

[Mind, it has been sort of missing recently, but Volgin, for all of his navigational skills, was certain he was having a lapse of memory in regards to its specifics.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

...You idiot. There are rooms that look like outside. Filled with people and buildings, but they're still not really outside.

[He opens the door to his room, stepping inside and turning around to lean against the frame.]

You can tell because if you walk straight long enough, you'll end up where you were...

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Yes, but this was the real thing. I went hiking out there! [He gestured furiously.] I took a train back to the school! That school isn't just a trick of one of those damn rooms, is it?

[Raikov was one of the few men that Volgin could afford himself to finally sit there on the kitchen floor, his strength failing him from the fade of his high. He had his large back flat against the wall, his eye slowly blinking as every nerve began to urge him back to rest.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

I promise you, Yevgeny. It's not real. Haven't you ever looked out on the roof? We're the only building for miles around!

[He sighed heavily, resting his head against the door frame now as well.]

You're being a fool.