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 Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 10:27 pm
Admittedly, despite being a Carnegie, Seamus did not visit the Scene very often. It wasn't really his thing - unlike Murphy, who hit the bars and hit them hard.
But today was different. Because only in the Scene could one acquire certain, extremely illicit valuables for certain extremely illicit activities.
With scars like this, he stood out even amongst the gene-modders, but it was easy enough to navigate the streets without too much trouble.
His eyes glanced over an apartment complex - a flash of a feeling of pain one moment, a flickering image the next - and he hastened on his way. He didn't want to run into any Moments; those times when his body stopped, rigid, and he Saw terrible things. The worst was not knowing whether it had all already happened.
He reached the shop sub-district, and grinned in relief.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 3:15 pm
Seth was hanging around the quiet as usual part of the scene he’d now come to call home. It was about time he got some time outside of the apartment, something he had been meaning to do when he was in a clearer states of mind, but when most of his time now consisted of sleep and drug induced hazes those times were few and far between.
He leaned on the side of a wall, dark clothes on his hair splayed out, with no attempt made to hide his head -wings, still looking as half asleep as ever, enjoying at least a clear head and train of thought for the first time in what seemed like weeks. Not that he was space out; he was still on the look on for customers, anything to trade, a lot of people dealt with him now with whatever. Seth was more interested in trying to get info, though that was scare mostly.
It was probably more that nobody around really cared to rat him out to anyone with authority, it would have been fairly obvious to anyone, that wings on the side of your head where not standard, or even possible with gene-modding. (Did make for a good cover for people who didn’t know any better) More so, nobody Seth deal with really wanted to sell out the only source of their new favourite high, it’s not like anyone was going to make sand illegal any time soon either.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 12:11 pm
It was the most frustrating feeling, hitting the shop sub-district and feeling the tell-tale tingle that said another Player was in the area, only to look around and find freak after freak.
Like a goddamn needle in a haystack.
He exhaled gustily through his nose, trying not to be too obvious in his endeavor to spot the other Godling. Seamus was relatively sure he wouldn't stand out as a Player, but it was simple survival instinct that said for him to find the other first.
Creature from the Black Lagoon - nope.
Mars Attacks - nah.
Pennywise - oh s**t, no, thank god.
His eyes raked over the crowd, grocery bag of assorted contraband hanging off his arm. Scanning, scanning - he stopped, backpedaling to the left at the sight of fluffy, winged ears.
Winged ears.
Seamus was familiar with the Scene, and probably more familiar with the intricacies of Gene-Modding than he should be (thank you, Uncle Rich, for the Bring-Your-Nephews-to-Work Day). That said, he knew that some things were ridiculously harder to accomplish than they should be. Most people wouldn't realize that, for various assorted and sundry reasons, head-wings were higher up on the scale than others. Only the filthy-rich could pay for a pair, and usually the people of Uppers wouldn't dare to do something as low-class as Gene-Modding.
Plus, his radar was going off, big time. He scrutinized the lad (they were all children to him, unless he met another Player like himself who'd actually gone through puberty the tough and long way, thank you very much), and came to the conclusion that he was high as a kite, and probably a peddler.
Disengage, a little voice in his head advised. He remembered that voice muttering the same exact things as when he'd first run into Quinn.
Seamus had a bad habit of not listening sometimes.
"Hey, kid!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 2:43 pm
Seth watched the various citizens of this little sub section of the city go about their business, his head wings twitched and ruffled a bit every now and then of their own accord. He may have had them for a long time now but they had a tendency to have a mind of their own sometimes, especially since it had been a while since they’d been free of being futilely combed beneath his hair.
His naturally sleep aura he projected was worked nicely today, normally for game stuff it was his first line of defence, though for scene business he made for a great way of silently letting his costumers know he was around. He hardly expected another player to be around, the last to be anywhere near here was Quinn, and he had been specifically been looking for him.
But now, there was a definite sense around, the little bits of energy he felt from the sleepily sphere around him found something certainly stranger than the usual.
“Kid?” Hmph, this part of the scene probably wasn’t his hang out of choice if he was talking to him like that, most people knew him by now.
“You want something? I’m just trade.” That’d probably get the message across.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 6:00 pm
Ugh, just talking to younger kids sucked the energy out of him. Or maybe it was just this one kid in particular. Just looking at the dull expression on that face had Seamus jonesin' for a nap.
"Yes, kid," he repeated, patiently, leaning against the grungy wall that was the stoner's peddle-place of choice. "And nah, I'm not looking to buy-" The last thing Seamus wanted to do was get mixed up in more drugs galore. "What's your name?"
There was something about this kid that was tickling his memories. Something Valeriu had told him, maybe, when he'd recounted some of his meetings with other Players.
Feathers. Feathers, and Downers, and all too sleepy--
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" he blurted out, accidentally, the information finally clicking into place. That was it! When Valeriu had told them about his first real kill in the Game--
He swept his gaze critically over the other.
"To be honest, I've seen more lively zombies," he confessed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 1:03 am
“What’s yours?” Seth hardly ever raised his voice, but at last he could sound a little ticked off. “I said trade, remember?” He noted how tired Seamus looked, if things got hairy he had a sleepy enemy, he supposed he could lay off a bit an ease up. Seamus didn’t look too weird, not possibly for someone playing the game, no tails, extra body parts, or things where they shouldn’t be.
Then again the last Godlings Seth had met where people like Quinn and Writ.
He supposed this guy had fallen into the cracks of what info he’d gotten, everyone remember Godlings when they had wings or whatever, the ones that looked normal where the ones you had to look out for.
Seth had to admit he’d felt in control until blurted at bit of info out. So he knew the guy who’d, well, eaten his heart, Seth preferred to not think of it as being killed. But maybe he could use this to his advantage. A few of his followers believe he’d died and come back and only grew more loyal for it. If it had him seem that more powerful he’d roll with it.
“I was” He rolled his eyes, looking as nonchalant as ever. “Well I guess you’ve given me something, you want to trade back?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 9:05 am
"Trade, trade, trade." He clicked his tongue in amusement, some of the Carnegie mischief shining through. "Trade that for 'braaaaiins' and I wouldn't be able to tell ya from the next livin' undead, that's for sure."
Maybe it was a tad dangerous to antagonize other Players. Seamus himself ranked pretty low on the scale of power, as attested by the fact that even Tepin could very well kick his a**, let alone someone up on the same rung as Valeriu.
"The name's Seamus," he finally relented, and after a moment coughed up his last name. "Seamus Carnegie."
Because with scars like these, any attempt at anonymity was promptly nullified.
"Didn't mean to bother ya, but I couldn't help notice that your little wing-a-dads aren't exactly common fodder. Put two and two together, an' thought I'd come over an' say hi."
Better to figure out friends from enemies now, he rationalized. In this case, he had a heads up; Valeriu had told him about the guy trying to throw a bag of sand on him, so Seamus at least knew to watch out for that. Plus, public place - he could just high-tail it if he wanted.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 4:17 am
“Hmph” Seth didn’t want to be reminded he was perpetually cold as a result of his semi-dead state, he shivered at the thought. Regardless of how much clothing he wore it’d never go away.
“Seth” He replied bluntly, his surname didn’t particular matter since he’d only not that long ago been told what it was after having his mind wiped. Everyone around here called him Sandman anyway, but he supposed Seamus could figure that out in time once he saw what he sold on the street.
Right, Seamus knew his head wings weren’t run of the mill stuff, might as well come out with it. “No they’re not” He tugged at one and the other ruffled up as it flapped a little, it made it look more like he had some kind of bird somehow wedged between his ears. “You play too huh? Looks like you got off easy, you look normal anyway”
Seth figured there’d be no point in making another enemy, he already had enough of those, and the friends he did have where stoners, it might be nice to have a player who wasn’t high all the time for a friend. It’d be in his interest to try and be nice.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 11:09 am
"Good to meet ya, Seth." See? Seamus could do polite. He was far more cultured than his brute of a brother, that's for sure. Why, he was downright pleasant.
"You could say that," he acknowledged, crossing his arms leisurely as he leaned against the wall. "Not much of a Player, though." His eyes rose heavenwards in exasperation, as if asking why in the world he'd been chosen to play with a bunch of kids. Seamus enjoyed babysitting up until the point it involved gods. He looked back down at Seth, crooking a smile.
"You would think so, eh?"
Got off easy. Well, compared to Valeriu, he definitely supposed so - but his goddess had more than made up for his relatively unchanged (if youthened) body.
"So, tell me, Seth. Why's a blessed kid like you out here peddlin' wares?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 12:49 am
The only acknowledgement of greeting Seamus got was a blink from Seth, he was never particularly good at the whole pleasantries thing.
He shared those sentiments, though for different reasons. The whole game thing wasn’t on his stoned mind a lot of the time, finding a way to get a heart or something was, but you couldn’t exactly go asking around for a human heart, or where his old body was, whatever the hell happened to it.
“Your god a jerk too?” Admittedly he and Hypnos didn’t have the best relationship anymore, there was a time where he was full of respect from him and called him Father, but that was long past.
“It gets followers...” He shrugged, Seth didn’t feel like he was addicted to anything, but he was already naturally an insomniac, and he didn’t much else to do. That was only way of justifying it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 8:11 pm
"Not at all." He shook his head, scratching the back of his neck contemplatively. "Farthest thing from it, really. I lucked out there - seems most everyone else I've met has some sorta jerk god." Though admittedly, he hadn't met many other Players, only enough to count with a single hand.
"Followers?" he wondered, somewhat perplexed, scars scrunching with the wrinkling of his brow as the rest of his face seemed to expressively follow suit. "Ya tryin' to be a mob boss or something? Anyway," he grinned, "druggies don't make good followers. Too flaky. Now, girl scouts, on the other hand - that's the market, right there."
Yes. Since their coworkers would readily follow Valeriu over Seamus (though Kitty did not know this yet), he decided that besides construction workers, the next best thing would be girlscouts.
"Just think of all the cookies, man. Give 'em a badge and you've got yourself a pallet full of friggen' delicious shortbread."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 12:10 am
“Well you’ve met another one of those then” he rolled his eyes, though it’d be best if he didn’t further explain himself, Seamus seems to have already encountered people with a similar attitude to their God, so he supposed he wouldn’t have to explain.
Seth couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. He stared.
“Nah, not really so flaky when I’m the only one whose got what they want” He gave a nod to a few people across the street who seemed to be waiting for something. That thing being him, they didn’t want to interrupt there leaders conversation when the stranger. See? Seth commanded some respect.
“Maybe...” The edges of Seth’s mouth curling ever so slightly into the faintest hint of a smile. “I kind of get other stuff as gifts...cookies might be nice for a change”
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 5:12 pm
Seamus glanced over at the loitering folks, giving them a squinted look of consideration before turning back with a quiet huff of distaste. "They'd totally run in a fight," he declared with false solemnity, though he grinned impishly right after.
"You see my genius? Cookies by the dozen, man. And those little girls mean business."
Murphy learned the hard way why nobody ever tries to cheat a girlscout.
He gave Seth's patrons another glance, straightening out from his lean against the wall.
"But I better get goin'. Ya've got 'em waitin' on you and all. Look," he scuffled a foot against the ground, embarrassment creasing his brow again. "I don't know exactly what we down between you and Kitty, but I'm sorry. You seem like a nice kid. You ever run into trouble and come out of it bad off, you come find me, though, okay? I've got a little bit of the healing touch."
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 2:05 am
More jokes, Seth wasn’t good with this stuff. But, the way he smiled meant he wasn’t serious, right? As much street smarts as he’d learned in the past month Seth was still thick as brick sometimes. “...They’re just a little forgetful sometimes...” He shrugged.
“I think I’ll pass...thanks” His eyes turned to his customers, his hands shifted around the sand that was neatly tucked inside his hoodies front pockets, though a lot more was stashed away on his person.
There is was, the little piece of info he was looking for, he knew that cat guy. He needed to ask him in more detail. He could just as easily wipe his memory of this was he asked, though, as he learned with Quinn regardless of how much sand was applied his victim would remember eventually, and probably be pissed off to.
“They can wait” Seth grabbed Seamus by the arm. “Kitty? Guy with cat ears and a tail? Do you know where he is?”
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 12:19 pm
"Right. Forgetful," he echoed with a chuckle. "That, too."
Seamus was well acquainted with drug-abusers. Forgetful didn't even top the list.
Seamus turned, only to have his arm caught, sending a brief spike of warning shooting up his spine. He had no clue about Seth's powers, and for all he knew it could be something done through touch. So, it was very casually that he shrugged his arm out of the grip.
"You'd be better off stopping right there," he warned, crossing his arms. "He's not someone you wanna go looking for right now. First time was a misunderstanding; I can't speak so much for what a second time might be like."
No, Vale was not in a good place. If Seth showed up at his doorstep, or even met him in a market, chances were that it would end in carnage. Kitty, as he was now, was not someone Seamus would want to mess with.
"For your own good, Seth."
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