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 Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 10:00 am
Parents. Hah. What were parents? Nobody Diogenes had had the chance to know.
"No, I don't." he muttered tersely, becoming interested in the conversation only when food was mentioned. His stomach whole-heartedly agreed. He didn't starve, that much could be said, but he could definitely use more to eat. However, his pride kept him from showing immediate interest.
"Fine... by your leave Writ..." he paused. "And, my name is Diogenes. It's slightly complex, but try, please?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 4:02 pm
"Been playing for seven years" Writ lied convincingly, "Know the ins and outs of it
Writ returned the money to the merchant and got his take. Just about enough for a meal for three. He cursed at himself quietly, paying for these two would mean going through the garbage tomorow- but he figured that it'd be the nice thing to do, useful too, get friendly with the new players and coax some information out of them.
They went to a diner, one of those old, 60's fashion aluminum sided diners with the long counters. He sat on a stool and invited the two to take a seat.
"Babysitting?" A waitress asked, eyeing the three.
"Err... Yeah."
The waitress eyed Writ, and then the kids, "Want anything to drink?"
"I'll have a Ginger Ale" Writ said. Inside he was hoping she wasn't going to call the cops or anything.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 4:13 pm
Convincing lie? Well, yes, for the most part. Zyanya seemed to be a little bit on the suspicious side since, while he was clearly older than her, there was no way he was old enough to have been playing for seven years. She, however, didn't say anything and simply trailed behind him to the diner.
Once inside, the girl set her plant on the table and shifted her skirts to sit down properly, legs crossed. Manners were something that her mother had beat into her - not literally, but the point was she knew them well.
"Lemonade, please," the girl answered, fiddling with the petals on her plant. By now she could have been at the library, reading up on Tlaloc and trying to convince her 'goddess' to tell her who she was. But food sounded a great deal better than books at the moment.
Brown eyes turned to Writ, "You can turn into a Coyote. It's impressive."
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 4:40 pm
Seven years was a really long time. Diogenes goggled at the back of Writ's figure as they walked. If he had been playing for seven years, well, that made him really, really old in Diogenes book. Now he really needed him as an ally.
Er... boy? The god's voice barely hid the laughter underneath. You know he's lying, right?
Oh. I knew that.
Upon entering the diner, Diogenes' eyes widened in amazement. He had seen this place, passing by the window, but he never really been inside it. It was much larger than he had imagined it. And so different from anywhere else he had ever been before or after leaving the circus. It certainly looked funny. There was a lot of metal. He was more accustomed to the cafe setting, with its dark interior and wooden furniture.
Not that this place was bad or anything.
Diogenes distractingly took a seat. It took him several seconds to register that the woman was talking to him. "Oh, er... prithee, could I have some water?"
He turned to Celia in time to hear her observation of Writ's power. "You can turn int a coyote?!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 5:55 pm
"Yeah, might as well get used to it- lotta gods love doing that sort of thing to kids nowadays." Writ laughed, "I know mine didn't warn me about it. I was hiding in a cupboard for hours until I figured out what to do."
He fingered through the menu for a moment and put it down. Just a simple ham and cheese would do. All things considering, anything was better than digging through the garbage for substanance.
"No offense, but you talk kinda funny." Writ said to Diogenes, "The name's kinda cool though... Tell me if I got it right, 'Dio-gee-nes?'"
"So you two see Persy yet?" Writ asked, looking at Celia's flower.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 7:44 pm
"I don't know what abilities I have, or even who my...God...Is." Zyanya shook her head a bit and continued to fiddle with the petals of the pretty, bright flowers. They were comfort in this unfamiliar time! Certainly. "I just know I'm playing." The necklace around her neck was the proof of that, not that they knew it. Or would. She wasn't going to say anything about it.
"Si. Though I did not know that was her name. She did not tell me." Well, in all fairness, Zy hadn't exactly given herself an introduction either, but Persy seemed to know everything about her anyway, so screw that.
Brown eyes swept the menu herself and opted for a hamburger. It was safe, and something her mother never made. Tonight was enchiladas. Not bad, usually her favorite, but things were changing. This would commemorate it!
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 8:01 pm
Diogenes looked through the menu. Chicken strips looked good. Er, sounded good, he hadn't had them in forever.
"Closer than most people get! It's 'Dye-ah-jen-ease' 'ah', not 'ee'." He smiled brightly, having sufficiently gotten over the events of earlier. "And it is in my opinion that thou speakest oddly. No offense."
"I have yet to meet Persy, or even hear of her. Who is she?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 8:17 pm
"Really?" These godlings were either full of surprises or they had very smart gods. Or both. Either way, Writ wasn't going to get any game related tidbits out of them. Any obvious ones anyway. He sipped his ginger ale.
"Well, everyone says she's the judge of the game, but I think that's a load of BS. She wasn't there when we had to take down those Blacksuits, and she definately wasn't there when we had to take down those monst-" Writ stopped mid-rant, "Yeah, she's the judge. Sick last time I saw her, all orange-y and stuff. She looking any better?"
The waitress took Writ's and the kids' orders and took the menus.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 1:49 am
"What are blacksuits?"
They sounded...interesting. But apparently dangerous, if they had to 'take them down' and...What was this about monsters? She looked at him with a surprised expression. Monsters.
Nobody had said anything about monsters.
"She looked...bright. She gave me these flowers." Zyanya indicated to the pot she was fiddling with and stroked the petals again, "So, yes, I think she is better. Tell me about the blacksuits."
Not even a question. More of a demand. But a nice one!
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 5:18 pm
Diogenes listened intently and silently to the conversation, as he had met neither of the two subjects of conversation. Blacksuits. Sounded scary. Or, interesting. Or both.
He felt instant suspicion as the other boy half-mentioned monsters. Was he trying to hide something? Maybe not, maybe he just didn't like to talk about it.
Yeah, that was probably it. He would just have to keep listening.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 6:10 pm
"Bright? That's something, coming from her." Writ would have to pay her a visit.
At first, Writ felt like he should try to ask for some information in exchange for the blacksuit info, but he figured that maybe it was best for the two to know. He didn't want a repeat of last time.
"Huge guys, black suits, sunglasses. They know about the game, all you need to know about them is that they're not nice and you shouldn't take candy from them."
He took the sandwich the waitress put down and took a huge bite of his sandwich, "Took mai friend ounce." He said with his mouth full. Writ swallowed, "Not pretty."
"You" He pointed at Diogenes, "Should probably stop by Persy's while you're in town, get to know her. She runs a flower shop called 'Seasons' can't miss it."
He hoped he could get at least something out of these kids, get them into a trade. They were new, and they probably didn't know much- but information was information, and Writ was under the impression that Persy would take any kind of tidbit.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:57 pm
Oh, Zyanya didn't like the sound of the Blacksuits. Taking people? Did they not like the game? Not for the first time, the girl wondered what exactly she'd gotten herself into. Of course, there was no reassuring answer from her goddess, which made her even more nervous than she was before. The least the woman could have done was say something comforting.
But Chalchiuhtlicue didn't lie. Well, not when it didn't suit her to do so - and right now, Zyanya needed to know the truth. If she thought there was no danger, she would not be so careful.
"I think I may have made Persy a bit angry, chico," Zyanya said after a moment, "Maybe he should wait until tomorrow."
No, she would not admit that her many questions and holding off to answer yes or no was the reason she was a little perturbed, thank you.
When her hamburger was brought, she grabbed a fork and knife and daintily began to cut into it. Yeah. If she came home with stains on her pretty shirt, mama was going to throw a fit. Moreso than she already was.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 3:05 pm
Blacksuits did not sound fun at all. In fact, they sounded rather scary. Not someone he would ever want to meet up with, anyways. Cernunnos?
There was no reply from the god, which meant he was probably busy, or something. That was okay, he could always ask him later.
"Perhaps I should pay her a visit, she seems to be a very knowledgeable individual... on the game, I mean. Seasons, you say? Thank you, Writ, for that information."
When the food came out, the godling instantly grabbed his plate, biting off a large chunk of chicken, unlike the the dainty girl next to him. After hearing how agitated the botanist might be, he shook his head and quickly swallowed his food, say, "That's okay, I think. Thy concern is well appreciated, however. It has already been several hours since thy trip to her shop, yes? I'm sure she can't be too upset...?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 5:53 pm
Writ had finished his sandwich in a few bites and his soda in a few gulps. It had been a while since he had any real food (IE: Anything not garbage), and he wasn't hesitant about scarfing it down.
"Oh, she's always like that, I got a feeling she doesn't like kids. Or me. Or whatever." Writ shrugged it off.
"I think you guys got enough out of me." Writ said, finally making his move, "What about you two? Give me something I don't know about you. Fair's fair after all."
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 5:57 pm
Zyanya frowned as she took another small bite of her burger. It was true, fair was fair, but this wasn't...fair. Was it? There weren't supposed to be equal exchanges, at least, she hadn't been told that.
"I don't know what to tell you," Zyanya said honestly. She wasn't all that special, actually. There was nothing she knew, game wise, and there was not much information to be had. Of course she knew who Rafael's god was, but she wasn't going to divulge that information.
"I...uh.."
Okay, she failed at answering things about herself. Sorry, Writ.
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