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 Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 1:39 am
Standing in front of the door of yet another house - they all started to look the same after awhile - Mik adjusted his hat, tugging on the bill. Pizza delivery had to be the worst job ever; of course, that was what he thought about every single job Stefan had pushed him to get. Well, Stefan hadn't pushed him to get any job specifically, just to get a 'normal job.' Mik was currently on his fourth, having quit or been fired from every one.
He hated it. And he hated this one! He had to wear some stupid uniform, fly pizzas to people's houses, and he could swear he even smelled pizza in his SLEEP. He was never, ever going to eat pizza again. Seriously.
Sighing, the Fa'e wiped the annoyance from his face and rang the doorbell. At least this was his last delivery for the night, unless the next guy skipped out, the b*****d.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 1:47 am
The house itself was prettymuch a piece of crap. Nyoka had made fun of his apartment that he had thrashed so the fa'e had mumbled and got his own place with the aid of not a single relative. So that made this -his- piece of crap, and therefore it was the best damn one story one bedroom probably-going-to-fall-down house ever.
Body trudged through the layer of dirt and garbage that covered the floor of the place, knocking things about with his wingtips and tail as he pulled up his only piece of clothing while heading for the door. The loose pants were all he needed as it was -his- abode, afterall. Mortimer had often considered answering the door in the nude, but, if he did that then he'd likely be banned from the delivery places. And starve. Starve a horrible cold lonely foodless death.
Paw curled around the knob of the unlocked door, having to move the piling up newspapers and junk away from the entrance with his foot to get it open. Because of this he wasn't even looking outside, simply outstreched a limb and said, "Give." in a deep, low, and slightly hoarse sounding voice.
When orange and red eyes did look up, however, the pierced brow quirked inquistively. "Do I know you?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 1:56 am
He started to hand over the pizza on sheer reflex - this was going to be one of those guys who didn't tip, wasn't he? - before realizing that for one thing, her had yet to fork over the money, and..
...whoahey, wait just a minute! Mikhail knew a grand total of one person who looked kind of like a lion with wings and had orange hair. Except last he knew, Mortimer had not had muttonchops. Or whatever you called those things. He was, in short, incredibly hairy. And this place smelled terrible! Just what was all that crap on the floor?
"Uh...Morty?" Too late it occured to him that he could have just said 'no' and saved himself potential humiliation. Oops.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 2:08 am
And not only that, but his skin-like fur would not have been this thin or this specific shade of dark chocolate. Nor would black scales be peeking through furless patches in the shapes of wounds, and wings would certaintly not have been so incredibly massive to the point where they threatened to hit the ceiling and already dragged on the dirty floor. The largest difference was the exquisitly dangerous grin on his face. The curve of his lips, the downwards angle of his face and reflective eyes.
"How could I forget-" Predatory. "Mikhail."
Well toned muscles, nearly excessively so, twitched in his arm, as though he were considering moving it to plunge it into his pocket and get the money he owed. But they didn't.
"Got time to catch up?" Amused, and one could nearly swear there was a surpressed purr in that sentence, the massive bulk of orange hair swaying in the layer of trash that covered the floor. It would seem Mortimers own senses had dulled to the stench of the house as a defense mechanism, but Mikhail would not be so lucky. There would be some relief if you took in the older fa'es own scent, which gave off whisps of ashen lands and the damp odor of caves. Other than that, cans, bottles, cigarettes, peanut shells, discarded boxes which may have contained food, magazines, if you named it, it was probably somewhere in this nearly furnitureless abode.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 2:17 am
"What the hell happened to you?" In a way, he looked terrible, though that was probably largely due to the, err...background. Shaggy hair and shirtless was one thing, but paired with a trashed place? It screamed 'down and out.'
Not to mention he didn't seem quite so...Morty-like. There was something about him that put Mik on edge. Still, the teen dismissed it and nodded. "Sure, I'm done for the night anyway."
Though he made a mighty effort, he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the smell.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 2:23 am
"I'm fine, I just see no purpose in keeping the place clean. I end up having to move frequently enough due to destruction that it's useless." He was incredibly matter of fact in it, and he had given the only explination the younger man was going to get. Mortimer had seen the look on his face and knew it all too well.
There was a certain apathy in him as he threw his head back to glance over a shoulder, "Hnn, I suppose it's gotten prettybad, leave the box there and we can go for a walk." Single claw motioned towards a cardboard box next to the door and that was all the thought he seemed commited towards giving it.
Claw raised up with its partners to drag itself through the mess of a mane, hair snapping as he tore through some tangles before moving to step out the door. It had been a while since he'd spoken to another fa'e, or even had an interaction lasting more than a minute with another truely sentient being. Rocks excluded. This was going to be interesting.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 2:33 am
Destruction? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Mikhail wasn't sure if he really wanted to know. Looking at it was bad enough for him - he was fanatical about keeping things clean, so much so that he practically wanted to clean Morty's place for him. It was..just...
Squashing the urge, he left the pizza where the older Fa'e had indicated, and in such a hurry that he forgot to take it out of its insulating bag; he'd regret that come tomorrow. Right now though, he was all for the walk Morty had suggested. How could anyone live like that?
...it made him wonder if he showered. Ugh.
"So, uh.." the angel searched for something to talk about - and quick, before his imagination got carried away! "I met Airi, a while back."
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 2:43 am
As they walked, if the angel cared to look down and behind themselves, he would notice some very distinct markings left behind. It was as though somebody had taken a paintbrush and drawn a line of ink trailing Mortimer, but no, it was his the explosion of pumpkin fur on his tail. The limb appeared to be constantly generating a sludge-like oil track behind him. It was just one of those added bonuses of gross-ness.
"Mmm?" Strangely quiet, and although there was interest behind the noise, Mortimer was struggling to sound like he cared. Airi. Memories were faint, it seemed so long ago he had last conversed with the shorter boy and he couldn't recall the topics they had discussed. Gods, all of this fa'e drama and nonsense, it all seemed so.. dull now. It hadn't even crossed his mind since certain incidents.
Perhaps Mikhail would say something which would manage to ignite a passion in his conversational skills. Till then he listened, hands clasped in the small of his back and letting his feet make an unpleasant scratching noise as they dragged on the pavement.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 2:57 am
The angel did indeed glance back, only to snap his gaze right back ahead of them. Morty was oozing. OOZING. Like a..like a slug or an alien or something! No way that was sanitary. It was so horrifying he forgot what he'd been talking about for a moment. "I asked her about all that stuff you said. You were right."
"That woman's crazy." Mik's wings shuddered - he'd probably never get over learning that. The very being he owed his existence to shouldn't have been insane! It was horribly depressing, really.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 3:04 am
Mortimer idly dragged the metal in his tongue along the back of his teeth, glancing down at the angel just as he shuddered. "Probably." The fa'e had forgotten the details. But Mikhail had said he was right, so he supposed he could trust his own judgement.
Yellow eyes rimmed in red watched the other carefully, taking note of his expression. He seemed so bothered by this knowledge that Mortimer had to know why. Some horrible little thing nagged him, that, and perhaps he in some way wanted to...
"Hnn?" A little noise, just barely escaping his throat and slipping past his teeth. "So? Does this bother you? That your creator, the one whose hand forced you into existance, did so in a state of insanity?" Face was nearly clear of emotion, intentions hidden. And yet his tail had taken to creating S patterns behind him as it waved slowly again. Damn limb. Could never control it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 3:11 am
"Of course it does!" Mikhail replied, thinking the answer obvious. "What's even worse is that she wants to let that thing out, when it wants to kill her - to kill us! How could anyone be that stupid?"
Though he didn't realize it himself, that feeling of betrayal was fueled in part by something older, something as yet unremembered. He'd just wanted so to like Airi, to be grateful to her...not disappointed in what she'd turned out to be.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 3:16 am
It wasn't the reaction he had been expecting, but it would do. Mortimer had forgotten how heated and passionate youths could become and it nearly startled him. Never did he lose his composure, and despite the filth he surrounded himself in he was oddly dignified as they walked, watching the other with an almost eerie curiosity.
"Isn't all that matters is that we're alive now, not how we came to be?" It was a question, as though he was begging Mikhail for a reply, to fufill him with brilliant wisdom.
The waves which formed that S pattern were becoming smaller, tail nearly zigzagging with uncontrolled glee. This was fun afterall, a neat little experiment, delving into his head. Just as recently kissing Nyoka had been, wanting to see her reaction, so did he want to know what the natural reply would be to his prodding and poking inquisition.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 1:11 pm
Mik shook his head vehemently, completely unaware that what he thought was a conversation was actually a game. "Of course it matters how we came to be! Airi made us, even sent someone to bring me here so that I'd be 'safe.' Others, too - I'm not the only one who wound up somewhere else. Shouldn't it matter? Shouldn't there be something?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 3:05 pm
Prey were rarely aware they were being watched, stalked, hunted. If they were, it would ruin the game. Wings bristled at the response, Mortimer was having trouble keeping the grin off of his face. It was hidden beneath that dark sheen of fur and the angular orange facial hair, repressed. To reveal his intentions would ruin this all, and he had nothing better to do then to figure out why the hell Mik seemed to care so much about something which barely concerned him. Afterall, Mortimer felt no great lust for revenge against his creator. Perhaps he had at one time, but now it didn't bother him in the least.
"And if there isn't something? If there's no greater justification for our existance than some insolent childs dangerous infatuations?" Smooth. So smooth, his voice had become a trickle, any hoarseness previously present had been washed away by that nearly infuriating calmness to his tone.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 3:18 pm
"Well then it's...it's stupid!" Apparently so infuriatingly stupid that Mikahil couldn't come up with a better word for it. "I just can't stand that I owe my loyalty, my existence, to someone who just wants to use me to free something that just might kill everything! And then she has the nerve to be offended when I disagree!"
The angel was an easy one to get started on things that he disliked or made him angry, and would happily continue to rail with little or no prompting - Morty wouldn't have any problems keeping him talking.
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