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Jun 5 2018, 07:11 AM
Rush wasn’t a hero by any stretch of the imagination. He wasn’t used to helping people, and he definitely didn’t think about others before himself. Not usually, anyway. On the whole, he just liked to do things for himself, and he wasn’t against letting others suffer while he did just that. So, no, he really wasn’t a hero.
And yet, there he was, falling through a portal in an attempt to help people collect these door fragments or whatever so he could find where his beloved Amanda had been taken. Though he might not have been willing to do anything for anyone else, when it came to her, he was certainly willing to do anything he needed to in order to be reunited with her. Especially considering he had only just discovered that she had been pregnant before any of this had happened! Whatever this curse had done to her, it wasn’t going to keep him from finding her and reuniting with his budding family.
Once he found her and she was safe, THEN he could freak out about this whole ‘being a father’ thing that he also hadn’t been prepared for.
In his efforts to ensure he would be able to survive this adventure, he had sought out someone who seemed powerful and capable of using her magic to keep him safe if need be. She was known as the Black Fairy, and while he thought that was ridiculous, he also knew better than to insist magic wasn’t a real thing at this point. He had used the fact that he looked like her grandson to his advantage, and had offered a deal in working together to meet a common end. Of course, he hadn’t been the only one interested in working with her, and someone who seemed to be Rumple’s mother was also there for this little trip.
It didn’t matter. If she could use magic, then she could help keep him safe as well. He just wanted to find a fragment. That was all.
It didn’t matter who came along or why.
Rush let out a little groan, waking up from the trip through the portal to find himself lying in the middle of a forest. He carefully sat himself up, moving a hand to his forehead. Aside from feeling a little dizzy, he hadn’t been injured during the flight. Still, he wasn’t sure he liked portals very much. Maybe he would stick to research at the institute when this was all said and done.
He blinked a couple spots away, glancing around the trees. “Black Fairy?” He called, considering for a moment before he also remembered the name of the other person who had tagged along with them. “Evanna?” Fiona Evanna
Feb 2 2018, 11:15 AM
Rush wasn’t really the ‘get piss drunk just because you can’ type, but that didn’t mean he didn’t sometimes feel the need to relax at the end of a long day. Especially when the long day had very little in way of progress. He had spent all day working in his lab, trying to figure out some way to make a functional stargate so he could get his ass back home somehow. Destiny needed him, at least, the ship version did, and he needed it, too. This place was boring and small and had nothing in terms of technological advancements.
He wasn’t just going to sit on his ass and not manage to get anywhere.
Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to matter how hard he worked or how long, even when the night trickled into day and he hadn’t managed to get any sleep. Regardless of how many hours he poured into his projects, he seemed no closer to being able to go home than he had been at the start, when he first arrived. It was infuriating. But what bothered him most was how much he was getting used to living there. How... Happy he felt from time to time. He was forgetting what was important for a comfortable life with Amanda.
There had to be more for him out there. There had to be a way back to the Destiny, for the both of them. They could be happy here, they could be happy there, actually doing something important instead of sitting around, right?
So he was at the bar, sitting on one of the stools and having himself a nice glass of whiskey. One of several to come, if the night allowed it. He was in no mood to beat around the bush: he wanted to get drunk. Forget about his failures and how trapped he was. About the confusing feelings that dripped into a pool of contentment.
Surely he wasn’t happy here- he couldn’t be. Could he? He downed the glass rather quickly, tapping the bar to get the attention of the bar tender. The man moved himself over, re-filling the drink without any protest. With a nod of thanks, Rush tucked into his second glass.
He was making good time.River Song
Jan 20 2018, 10:08 PM
Rush sighed faintly. He was tired, but that wasn’t really a shock to anyone. He didn’t sleep well- not with the nightmares. Nightmares of being abducted by aliens and experimented on for weeks were now alternating with nightmares of being kidnapped by zombies and nearly used as a nice, light snack. Like he really needed more keeping him up at night! He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, ignoring the looks of the people in the diner as he waited for his coffee. They stared at him with confusion, sometimes fear and rarely anger.
All because he looked suspiciously like the Dark One. Everyone confused him with Rumple, even with his beard and thinner appearance! Couldn’t they see his glasses? Didn’t they notice that his accent was a heavy Glaswegian one, not some pseudo scottish one from the Enchanted Forest, or whatever their home had been called? It wasn’t difficult to see that he was not the same person.
Yet, he still got the looks.
Taking his coffee from the waitress, Rush waited no time in scooting away from the counter and making his way out of the shop. He didn’t want to take a look around at the people staring at him- he just wanted to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. If he didn’t see the way they were looking at him, he wouldn’t get as angry as just knowing they were still doing it without actually seeing it.
The mathematician pushed himself out the front door of the diner, stomping down the steps with coffee in hand, the protective top the only thing keeping it from splattering everywhere with his rough stride.
He was looking down at the coffee cup and not where he was going, however, and sure enough he paid the typical price for it: he ended up slamming right into someone, his coffee cup escaping his grasp and splashing open against the ground, coating his pants and shoes in piping hot liquid.
This did not improve his mood.Argent
- obviously, he doesn't HAVE to be the poor soul Rush slammed into, he could just be nearby to witness it if you like. XD
Jan 20 2018, 01:01 PM
Rush frowned heavily, looking around at the ridiculous gathering. People in dresses and suits, playing with masks and pretending this was some kind of victorian era.Wasn’t it all just a little bit insane? Anyway, he had been to a fantasyland not that long ago, where this kind of thing would have been common place, and he really didn’t need reminders of that trip. Then again, Amanda had been there, too, and she seemed eager about this dance.
It may not have been the setting she was interested in, though, as much as the fact that it was a dance and she had two legs to participate with. Really, he couldn’t hold that against her, and the delight it must have brought her to be able to play at these things was literally the only reason he had even agreed to go in the first place.
Seeing her happy was the only thing that mattered to him, after math. And maybe the people who had come from the Destiny. mattered to him, too, but after Amanda and math. Okay, he like a couple of people in town too, but they were definitely last on the list. Teaching wasn’t so bad, he supposed, and he liked his students a little bit. The new project of a research institute was pretty cool, too.
Damn, when had he started to care about more than just his equations?
When he thought about things that way, then he was less and less angry about being at the stupid party in the first place. There were people there that he could actually speak to, and connections he was only just realizing he had. He frowned, unsure how to process his feelings at the moment. Looking down, he pulled a long box from his inner jacket pocket- a black gift with red ribbon on it. A present for Amanda, of course.
Not a ring, the box wasn’t the right shape, but still something he hoped she would like. He tucked it away quickly, wondering when the best time to give it to her would be.
If they were still on the ship, he wouldn’t have to deal with any of this. Looking around, the mathematician wasn’t sure where Amanda had wondered off to. Maybe to the restroom, maybe to chat with friends. Whatever the case, he was going to fill his time by filling his stomach with some of the food the place had to offer.
Just his luck- it was good, too. One less thing he could actually complain about. What did that leave him? Was he actually going to ENJOY this evening? Amanda Perry
May 24 2017, 02:37 PM
Rush wasn’t sure when it had happened, but at some point he had stopped totally hating teaching kids such basic math. Maybe it was just because it was all so easy and hardly seemed like work to him at all, or perhaps it was because there was something kind of nice about seeing those who truly had talent in math at their earliest stage. Maybe it was knowing that, ultimately, the experience was only going to be temporary. Whatever the case, Rush found himself less inclined to bolt the moment the school day was over. He even allowed students to linger after class and get help from him, at least every once in a while.
Normally, he would just shoo them off to tutors or tell them to speak to his assistant. When had he started taking time for his students? Hell, when had he started learning their names? He realized suddenly that he knew some of them, and he wasn’t sure he had ever consciously sought to remember such information.
He supposed it had come from calling on them in class. After so many times of hearing them say their names for him, it must have just subconsciously started to stick.
Surely he didn’t like his job- that was impossible.
In the midst of not liking his job, Rush was once again in his classroom after the lessons had ended for the day. His students had all gone home, but he was there looking over some of their homework. Usually he let Eli deal with that nonsense, but he had allowed the young man to head off early so he could spend some time with Chloe. She would need help getting used to this place, so clearly he had more important things to do. It was perfectly reasonable and not at all because he found he didn’t mind looking at the homework himself anymore.
He sighed as he worked, taking a moment to remove his glasses so he could rub at his eyes. Having the glasses back did little to calm the headaches he dealt with, it seemed. Stress had taken over when his eyes had been dealt with. He couldn’t help think about what had happened with Amanda and that Dark One. On top of that, he was having recurring dreams about those blue aliens ever since Chloe had shown up again. All that coupled with the arm injury he had recently suffered, he was one stressed out math genius.
The school work also seemed to help distract him. That could have more to do with him wanting to handle it himself than liking it, right? Toby Curtis