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 Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 11:00 am
Tall, thin, and delicate, the woman tugs her hood up over her long hair against the brisk fall winds, her frail fingers curled between the soft outer fringe. Eyes darting left to right, she crosses the emptied street, her heels clicking against the pavement. Above her head, the night sky is swirled with clouds, and consequently few stars peek from behind their shield. The moon, however, brightly defies the clouded cover, its half crescent overtly visible to all below.
Even for the strange and early morn hour of two, the city street should not be dead of life as it appears it is now. Stepping her left foot up onto the sidewalk, she paces slowly toward the corner streetlight with intention. Her hands slide down from her head and disappear into the fur-lined pockets of her hardly seasonal jacket.
"You're just on time."
She turns slowly but accurately - it seems that all of her movements consist of these qualities - to face the person she hadn't before noticed. He is leaning against the fence, arms crossed, and is concealed in enough shadows to account for why she hadn't noticed him before. Assuming, of course, that she isn't aware of his abilities.
Pushing forward, he comes into the streetlight's range, giving the woman a better view of his appearance. His hair is short, black, and well groomed, and his attire is composed of what she would view as a laid back approach to fashion: worn brown faux-leather jacket, faded black t-shirt, jeans, and loafers. He must have noticed her pause, and it's possible she let slip a raise of her eyebrow, because his mouth draws into a tight line.
"Look, let's get this over with already," he murmurs, his voice revealing slight aggitation. He tosses his head to motion behind him, to where he previously stood. "Everything is as stated previously."
Fingering the lining of her pocket one last time, the woman lowers her eyes to yet another thing she hadn't noticed - a makeshift baby carrier, which looks to actually be a cat carrier with a blanket.
"Give him to me." Her voice carries softly, but there is an air of arrogance held when one of higher rank speaks to anyone more lowly. She holds out her hands, bony fingers itching expectantly.
Obeying the command, the carrier is quickly passed into her hands, followed by a sealed envelope. Her eyes flash with a fury of emotion at him, though she is stopped before she can speak.
"Instructions until further meetings," he quickly interjects, stepping back from her. The look received did its job in frightening him, however unnecessary her quick judgement was.
Sliding it into her pocket with slitted eyes, she quickly runs her hand over the top of the carrier. "Very well," she whispers firmly, nails clicking on the plastic almost impatiently. The world around them, ignored effortlessly, is absolutely still - suspicious, as if some sort of magic or enchantment has made it just so.
The man grows edgy, going over his instructions nervously in his head, thinking from her silence that he had forgotten something. "They have not reached consciousness since their arrival," he explains hastily, keeping a fair distance from the carrier now that he is allowed to. "They aren't to know until it is absolutely necessary."
"I know this," she hisses in defense, but still with some sense of remaining lady-like. She momentarily peers past the metal bars, glimpsing a baby curled up amongst the blankets. His silver hair seems white in this form, she notes absently, and his clothing is much more bold than she remembers. The creature, much tinier than ever before, moves briefly, but nothing more than a twitch in her sleep.
"Can.." the man gulps, deeply regretting accepting what was promised to be an easy run. "Can I go now..?"
Sensing his fear, she stretches the silence. "You may do what you wish," the woman says slowly, not bothering to look at her delivery boy. He is gone within seconds, and very relieved to do so.
Inside the carrier, the sleeping baby stirs, nudging his companion closer while finding a better position for his head. Watching silently, the woman pays no attention as the world around her falls back to life. On the backside of the envelope, a scribbled address denotes the next stop..
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 11:01 am
[As transcribed by Huni in Paestri's journal.]
Huni was finally well enough to leave the store, technically she had been well enough for weeks but she's a procrastinator and thus even her body tended to put things off. Such as telling the brain it was all better.
Paestri clung to her mama as they entered the HQ, it had been a good while since she was here last and she could remember Loki and Prana and Gyre. Breena's was a little on the fuzzy side, for one reason or another.
"Hello?" Huni called out.
A tall woman, thin and delicate looking, sits amid the cushions on the couch furthest to the back of the room. In this position, she cannot be noticed immediately from the door, intentional of her or otherwise. Frail fingers drag through the white-blonde hair of a small baby boy, a particularly disgruntled one.
Senseless babble is murmured, though from neither the woman nor the boy. Instead, a tiny rainbow creature is the cause of the strange noise, dancing oddly on her hind toes. She dances and sings as though no one is watching, her voice very baby-like, though seeming to make perfect sense to her.
Narrowing his eyes, the boy scrunches up his face in displeasure. Both the act of being petted, and the annoyance of the lizard-hamster-like creature seem to plainly annoy him. Tiny, chubby fingers twitching with anticipation, he glares brown eyes, just waiting for the chance to yank the beast's tail..
There came no response to her call. Not surprising, the HQ was usually empty whenever Huni came around, and the red head silently cursed her horrible sense of timing. Still pondering in whether or not she would stay, Huni almost gave a startled yelp when she went further inside and saw the woman.
"Oh, hello there," Huni greets awkwardly, "I've never seen you here before," she adds. 'Of course you've never seen her before, you're hardly here in the first place!' she mentally chides herself.
Icing pink eyes instantly note the bigger-than-Paestri person as well as the small-as-Paestri person. She releases a curious coo at both of them before looking upwards at Huni. Would her mama put her down or will she be holding her the entire time?
The woman stands slowly, her black dress falling around her ankles. She smoothes an invisible wrinkle before curtseying to those entering; it's only proper, of course.
"Humble greetings," she whispers, her voice carrying just far enough. There is an accent present, though its exact origin is difficult to place. She lifts her head, pale blue eyes sharply catching the light, or perhaps it was an inward flicker.. It is gone too quickly to speculate long. Her hair is in a bonnet, gloves pulled up to her elbows, and overcoat tight enough to show her figure. "Wondeful evening."
Ink completely ignores the commotion, more interested in shutting up the other half of him. The beast - Suds, as she is called, though her true name is far more complex - gives a last twirl before her tail fatefully falls into the grubby hands of a disgruntled baby Legend. Yanking hard, he does nothing else but smirk as Suds lets out the cry of an injured animal, though it seems to adopt an aspect of human pain and sorrow.
Huni copied the curtsey, albeit very awkwardly and feeling rather stupid at the same time. People who dressed the way the other woman did always seemed to make the red head feel uncivilized.
"Yes, it is. I'm Huni by the way and this is Paestri."
The infant blinked in confusion at the actions of the small-as-Paestri person. Did he do it on purpose or by accident? Surely it was the latter, it was usually the latter with Paestri and Huni and Linneas and nearly everyone she'd met.
The woman allows a small smile to leak, amused by the urge of the other to be as formal as she prefers to be. Brushing a dirty blonde curl from her face, she presses her fingers together habitually. "You may call me Ann," she continues fluidly, with not much variation in her voice. She only barely glances over her shoulder at the noise, not seeming all too surprised.
Ink finally lets go of Suds' tail, grunting a laugh as she tumbles, just barely able to pull herself into a ball before crashing into a lamp. It wobbles, but her weight is barely enough to cause it to fall from its position. She unfurls, feet in the air and head against the ground, dizzy and ready to cry out of confusion.
The boy snorts, turning his head to the side to look directly at Paestri. It's as if he knows exactly where she is to know where to narrow his eyes, as if to convey a warning to this new visitor that he's a force to be reckoned with.
A small smile makes its way onto Huni's lips, which is eventually replaced by a look of confusion. The little creature had been thrown at a lamp, and yet the woman seemed like it was a normal occurance.
"Is it alright?" she asks, unsure if she was stepping out of bounds by voicing her thoughts.
Paestri squeaked as Suds fell to the ground, her eyes wide in a mixture of disbelief and worry for the little multi-colored thing. When her gaze met Ink's, the dark skinned Legend shrank into Huni. The glare of this big-as-Paestri person was different from Loki's, and it scared her.
Ann blinks her pale eyes as if to share the confusion before her lips curl back into a natural, eased smile. "She will be fine," is her assuring reply, nodding in affirmation with a few seconds of a glance at the rainbow creature. "How foolish of me to have forgotten. This babe is named Kevin -"
Ink breaks his glare to wrinkle his nose, shuddering visibly at the mere mention of that name. Never! That is not his name! His lower lip shoots out temporarily, eyebrows pushing down in a pouty-glare.
".. and his companion is Sudopholierghoiestur."
The name doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, but everything seems to come very naturally to the woman. She presses her long and thin fingers together again, finally paying attention to Paestri. "Am I to assume your child is of the same decent as Kevin? I believe that is the purpose of this building, after all, to house the children until they are fit for their use?"
However absurd it might sound to think the Headquarters are more of a boarding home than a gathering place, it doesn't at all sound to be so odd of an idea coming from this woman. First, it is her voice that leaves an unease, one against telling "Ann" otherwise. And then, of course, is the likelihood of such a noble woman winding up with a child who.. doesn't at all resemble the same air of elegance.
Suds falls over, her feet thuddling into the ground as she does an unwarrented cartwheel.
"That's certainly a mouthful..." Huni chuckled at the familiar's name. She couldn't even begin to pronounce it, let alone remeber it.
"Am I to assume your child is of the same decent as Kevin? I believe that is the purpose of this building, after all, to house the children until they are fit for their use?"
Use? The red head blinked at what Ann said, but Huni was never one to 'rock the boat' and instead meekly smiled.
"Well, yes, Paestri is a Legend, but I didn't find her here, although I was on my way here when I did find her. Was Kevin here in the HQ when you discovered him?"
By now, Paestri wanted to see if Suds was alright. Even though the bigger-than-Paestri person didn't seem too concerned, the same could not be said about the female infant. Although Ink's expression still made her a bit apprehensive about even drawing his attention. She wondered if she had done something to warrant it, but couldn't figure out what.
There is an apprehensive hesitiation, but the woman answers without a fuss. "Yes," she lies with a 'sincere' smile, one perfected from plenty of years of practice. "I had wished to speak to someone in charge, to further indulge myself in the direction of his lifestyle. You would not happen to know who is in charge of this household, would you?"
White-blond hair falling slowly across his eyes, Ink blinks involuntarily, his eyes noticably opening onto a shade of dark orange. He strains his eyes trying to glare his best at the pink girl, as if warning her not to cross into his territory. His right hand falls on the beads of his charm, a cross with a rough circular hole in the middle.
Running his thumb into this space, Ink sinks into his cloak, orange feathers brushing up against his face. He closes his eyes to enjoy the soft brushing against his cheeks, opening his eyes in slits as a last warning to Paestri. Now, they are a brilliant red, quite fitting for them to settle on in this moment.
"Um Xaria's in charge of the HQ, at least I think she is..." a blank, almost vacant look takes over Huni's eyes as her brows knit together to confirm wheter this bit of knowledge is true or false. "Yes, she is!" the red head brightens.
"Although I don't know where she is at the moment."
Paestri doesn't glare back, discomfort evident on her face as a hand makes its way to the pendant hidden behind her dress. She clutches it through the fabric, trying draw some measure of calm from the piece of jewelry.
Ever since she had those dreams, Paestri had been a little wary of her surroundings. Now it seems she had to be wary of the people in it as well. This made the Legend sad.
"That is fine!" Ann assures Huni, nodding as emphasis. She quickly memorizes the name for a later date. "Thank you for your help. Would your child like to meet Kevin?" She remains blissfully ignorant of the baby's discontent for the entire situation.
Ink makes a soft sound, the pendant sliding out of his fingers and swings out of sight beneath his clothing. He pulls himself onto his knees just in time to have the ground fall out underneath his legs.
Encircling him with her thin arms, Ann lifts Kevin up near her side, though nowhere near where he can touch her. She doesn't seem to need confirmation from Huni. Ink squirms immediately in protest, doing his best to free himself from the dreadful situation. Being held means people touching him. And that, he concludes, is a horrid thought!
Ann seems unaffected by the struggling, maintaining her hold on him despite the lack of muscle on her arms. When he finally tires himself out, she holds him under the shoulders a foot in front of Paestri's face.
NOT good at ALL. Ink glares something fierce, trying to free his arms in order to utilize them in a fight, if need be. He kicks his bare feet, a low growl rumbling from his chest, doing his best to make himself seem as frightening as possible. Maybe then the girl will cry! It's best when they cry.
"Uh, Kevin's a lively one I see..." Huni remarks with a smile, instinctively pulling Paestri a little bit away from the other Legend's struggling feet.
Paestri whimpered at the sudden lack of proximity between her and Ink and her grip on Huni tightens. Her brows come together, eyes pleading at Ink to cease his frightening actions. She meant him no harm and by now she had forgotten about Suds and was more concerned about herself.
Frowning, Ink manages to pull his arms close enough to awkwardly cross them. The woman accomidates, holding him in a laid back manner still not touching her coat or dress. She doesn't seem to qualify for those "motherly instincts."
Ink narrows his eyes, flaring a dark green colour directed completely at Paestri. No one else matters right now, only to strike fear in this powerpuff of a Legend, at least in Ink's opinion. He slides his top arm off the other, making sure she can see his fist as he makes one. It rests at his side, but there is an unmistakable expression for Paestri to get his message.
Behind the action, Suds comes to, rubbing her eyes with her tiny paws. Her head throbs and she cannot remember why.. nor can she remember why she decided on taking a nap on the floor. There are many other places that are more comfy than the silly floor! Brightening up with a smile, she toddles slowly over to the nearest chair, looking directly up at the challenge that awaits her.
Without taking a moment to think, the lizard-hamster leaps up the material, falling back down almost immediately. No claws to help climb! Her eyes fill with tears of disappointment.
Huni seems a little concerned about Ink and Paestri, but doesn't make much of it as they are both just infants. Wonder does spark in the red head upon seeing the color of Ink's eyes change.
"Does his eyes change colors often?" she asks Ann.
At this point, all Paestri could think of doing is to cover her eyes. Maybe if she doesn't see him, he'll go away...
Ann nods, the exposed blonde curl bobbing alongside her cheek. "They do not have a set colour, actually. From what I can tell, they change at their own will."
Suds shakes off her head, antenna quivering. This cannot do! Backing up, she lowers her head, trying for a running start. When her paws make contact with the couch's side, she is thrown backwards even farther than when she fell, tumbling into Ann's heel.
In this moment of distraction, Ann takes a step forward. With this brief but sweetly timed opportunity, Ink lands a punch across Paestri's upper arm, round knuckles making most of the impact. The woman takes a larger step back, preoccupied with not stepping on and crushing the dazed creature at her feet.
The sensation of Ink's fist connecting with her arm instantly caused Paestri to release a cry of surprise and pain. It wasn't like bumping her arm against her crib, it was different, not to mention she got a taste of something that greatly disturbed her.
And in a few seconds later, she begins to cry.
Paestri's sudden outburst took Huni by surprise, the Legend had always been such a quiet little baby, except when she fell or hit herself. But she had not noticed Ink land the punch as she had been preoccupied with Ann.
"Oh, oh Paestri, what's wrong sweetie?" she asked, adjusting her hold so that the baby could rest her head on her shoulder.
Ink can't help himself but smirk, finally curling his arms around the one Ann uses to hold him. She had just scooped Suds into her other hand when Paestri's wail could first be heard, and she stands up faster because of it, just as confused as Huni is as to the cause of the tears.
"What is wrong with her?" she asks oddly, her voice almost lost with the amount of noise. Resting Suds with Ink, she cradles the pair with both her arms. Ink fakes fatigue, shutting his eyes and nuzzling up against the rough coat material. Ann turns her pale eyes to the baby Legend and companion, looking back up at Huni.
"I am sorry," she apologizes, bowing her head. "I think it is time I leave, for Kevin seems to chose now as his time for sleep. It was very nice becoming acquainted with you, Ms. Huni."
Heading for the door, she sends one last puzzled look over her shoulder at Paestri, perhaps taking a mental picture of the now crying baby Legend. Shutting the door behind her, the three instantly disappear once out of sight.
Seeing as Paestri was becoming more upset by the minute Huni was about to take her leave when Ann bade goodbye. Wordlessly she nodded in response and continued to coo to Paestri.
"There, there, what's wrong with my baby girl? Are you hungry? Sleepy? Why you crying, hmm?" she murmured as she stroked Paestri's back while they headed for home.
Paestri did not like the feeling of being hit, but it was the taste of Ink that truly made the Legend wail. She wasn't going to stop until she was sure she was as far away from Ink as possible.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 4:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 4:54 pm
Huni Pi Huni and Paestri were at the HQ again, though it took a considerable amount of convincing on Huni's part before the legend agree that they return. Paestri had been extra wary ever since her encounter with the violent Legend. She wasn't sure why the other baby acted that way and was wondering if she was to blame.
"Here we are sweetie," Huni cooed as she opened the doors to the HQ with her free hand. She was holding Paestri with the other, along with a small paper bag. "Let's leave it here so that Ann and Kevin find it, okie?"
There was little else that Paestri did other than nod and cling tightly to Huni as her mama left the paper bag near the entrance. She momentarily stared at the note taped to the bag before nuzzling against Huni.The Note Hi Ann, Paestri got into the squishy thingum materials and managed to create this. It looked so much like Kevin's companion that it must be a gift for him. We both hope Kevin likes it and that their next encounter would be better. Sincerely, Huni and Paestri
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:46 pm
[ File 01002. ] Quote: The child has become growingly restless. I was warned of this, though I had not believed such a small bundle could create a loud and abnoxious hassle. The smaller one is not much better. Her happy attitude gives me the urge to crush her under my boot sometimes. However, I know how instrumental the pair will become later, thus I must keep my cool and play along accordingly. I will go undercover again, in order to expose him to the proper lifestyle. Everything is set - I will ensure he gains the life he needs without the interferance of someone such as myself. I do not enjoy dressing down to this sort of lifestyle, however. It is most damaging to the work I have done to life myself up to the comfortable status I occupy currently. Thankfully it is merely temporary, as is the child. Further instructions will follow. Subject's status is good, healthy mentally and physically. My own I cannot say the same about. -A k Mc.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 9:05 pm
a flutter of wings and a turn of the wind leave something under your doorstep:
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 3:30 pm
[As transcribed by Kam~ (:] quietsnooze "You, child, are not worth the trouble I have been suffering on your behalf." Head to toe in offwhite, designer clothing, the woman known as Ann huffs furiously as her body slowly dissolves into the scene of the Headquarters. A squirming blonde baby Legend tirelessly tries to leave her arms, biting at anything he can manage to reach. His efforts are in vain, for his mouth holds nothing but pink gums, hardly enough to cause damages. The concept, though, is lost on him, for he continues without ease to rip apart the woman's arm for the sake of freedom. Caught in the middle of the struggle and suffering the most of the three is the tiny rainbow creature bound to the Legend, who cries out in small squeaks as her skin is torn by the baby's nails. "Idiots," the fair woman hisses angrily, roughly giving her arm a shake. Dirty blonde curls bounce against her shoulders, the rest of her hair tied up with a silky cloth. "You do nothing but fight, and spare me not a moment of peace!" Chandra Trouble "I do not think it is good to shake a baby," Chandra remarked from the doorway. "I am told their necks are not strong enough to stand the force."
She pulled back her hood and removed her cloak, hanging it on the coatstand. She thought about offering her name, but did not. Instead she indulged her curiosity.
"The child," she said, peering at him curiously,"is he a Legend?" quietsnooze Ann raises her nose high in the air in a snuff in response to what she considered unwanted advice. "I am aware of the effects of shaking a baby," she sneers snobbishly. Ink raises a hand to his temple for a moment, his currently maroon eyes closed. Ann brushes hair over her shoulder and handles the baby dangerously with one arm, as if just to spite Chandra. She doesn't bother to conceal the fact that she looks Chandra up and down judgingly before replying to her question. "I don't see how it matters to a girl like you, but yes, the beast is what you call a Legend." Ink opens up his eyes to look directly at Chandra, revealing them to be a purple-red. His mouth is curled into a scowl, lower lip almost pouty if he wasn't clenching his fists hard enough to make his knuckles whiten. Blonde hair has fallen over his eyes, very fair but obviously unkempt, as the rest of the Legend seems to be, especially in comparison to the pampered Ann. Chandra Trouble "More and more new Legends everyday," Chandra remarked, oblivious to the social snobbery Ann was displaying. "Where do they all come from?" It was obviously a rhetorical question.
She stepped gingerly around the woman and child before sitting back on the couch she had previously occupied. Largely uninterested in such a noisy child, Chandra resumed staring at the wall. After a moment she realized this might be considered odd or rude.
"I only asked about him because I like to keep track of my kind." She blinked owlishly at Ann. "And because I dislike children, so if you did not belong here - I was going to ask you to leave." quietsnooze Ann gives an annoyed sigh. She crouches on the spot, prying Ink off her sleeve with great difficulty. Suds, clinging with her best efforts to her Legend's side, slips to the ground with a soft thud and an accompanying squeak of pain. "Are you the one who is in charge?" Ann asks hurriedly, disliking the aspect of making small talk. "I visited once before only to find another and their.. Legend." Ink babbles something sharply once he is finally torn from the woman's sleeve - torn quite literally, as the Legend grins brightly at his fists full of white material. The woman's face quickly reddens, which only heightens the sense of victory within the baby. Rolling up her damaged sleeve, Ann raises to her full height again, facing Chandra with impatience. The deadlines set out in the few instructions she received weeks ago have already expired, thus the stress levels have risen for the woman. Whatever her purpose, she isn't out to play games. "I require information. Please do not disappoint me, you do not seem to be one to hold a facade of intelligence.." Chandra Trouble "I am not in charge," Chandra replied, eyeing Ink. "I am simply a Legend - and I do not like being forced to give out information when I am to receive nothing in return."
She blinked in Ann's direction, studying the damaged sleeve. It seemed to cause the woman embarassment and Chandra wasn't sure why.
"What sort of things do you need to know?" quietsnooze Ink feels Chandra's eyes on him, and, with a blink, narrows his own now-fuchsia eyes in her direction. She doesn't seem as easy to push around as Ann or even the pink horror, but that isn't as strong a reason to turn his back than the strange, hollow feeling he gets when he looks at her. This isn't as startling as it is a source of frustration - no one should make him feel this way! Tossing her hair again, Ann masks her disappointment. She would have liked to talk to someone in an authoritative position, but this creepy girl would have to suffice. "I see," she begins, taking a seat adjacent from Chandra. She presses her gloved hands together with a sudden patience. "I would like to know about the Legends. I came into.. guardianship.. of Kevin under rather strange circumstances, you see." She seems to loathe the term guardianship due to its implications; she feels more a personal slave to the baby than anything providing guidance. Suds, exhasted and bruised, limps her way to her partner's side, resting her chin on his outstretched leg. He glares at her immediately, and it's only her large, watery eyes that prevent him from taking his hands to her neck. Instead, his hands disappear inside his pants, his storage compartment of sorts, in search of something. Chandra Trouble "I do not know much about the Legends. I believe most of us are here because of things incomplete in past lives, but I cannot confirm that. In general we are more individuals than a group, so it is difficult to describe us as some sort of category."
Chandra paused, gathering her thoughts.
"If you are this child's guardian, perhaps you have some connection to his past."
She had taken her eyes off Ink, having no reason to keep studying the child. quietsnooze Ann gives a sudden sharp laugh. Holding a hand over her mouth to partly conceal a smirk, she plays along and nods her head in understanding. "I see. The only thing holding them together as a whole is that they are being given a second chance, am I correct?" Ink slides something out of his pants, the item hidden from the direct line of sight of both Chandra and Ann. Suds gurgles softly in vague and fond recognition. Heavily out of place in the baby Legend's hands rests a silver and black Kahr pistol. It seems impossible he was able to conceal it, though maybe pointed down his pant leg there is a possibility he could get away with it. Nevertheless, it is certainly a wonder he has been able to keep it a secret. He acquired it a week earlier under mysterious circumstances that Ann would come to learn only after the fact. Suds nuzzles against Ink's hand for the slightest moment of affection, receiving just a flick of baby fingers at her face. He is far too distracted admiring the strange object and the magnetic pulling force it maintains on him to bother with the creature right now. Chandra Trouble Chandra colored at the woman's laugh. She didn't understand what was so funny and suddenly she felt very strongly about leaving.
"If you'll excuse me," Chandra said shortly, "I no longer wish to speak with you. I am leaving."
She stood, smoothing her skirt nervously and then hovered - unsure whether she should continue to leave or insist the woman leave instead. quietsnooze Releasing a snicker, Ann smoothes down the edge of her coat against her side. "Suit yourself," she replies, watching Chandra through the corner of her eye, paying no mind to the baby on the floor. Facination consumes Ink. After thoroughly chewing and slobbering on the barrel of the gun, he transfers the handle into his hand for further inspection. Suds receives a blow to the head as the front shaft falls forward; Ink, not strong enough to support the gun with one hand to bring it back up, lets out a croon of laughter. Overridden by the laugh is the soft click of the safety coming undone, the baby Legend having knocked it off with his free hand. The gun steadied now, he falls silent as the rush he experienced when first handling the gun returns to him. It's exhilerating, really, to hold this much power and to not be able to comprehend the extent of damage that power could be. Ann wraps a curl of her dirty blonde hair around her finger, falling into the seating space exactly next to where Chandra had been sitting. "It was nice talking with you, Miss..?" Suds lets out a low whine. Ink has already managed to lift the gun up again, his back still on both women. Though, again, the weakly supported weight of the gun forces the baby backwards, this time sending him onto his back. The pressure created forces his pudgy baby fingers to clench the trigger as he falls back. The moment he knocks his head against the floor, eyes closed from the impact, the deed is already done. The sound of gunfire, a single shot, rings out in the Headquarters. Chandra Trouble Coloring further as Ann snickered at her, Chandra opened her mouth to reply - and ended up letting out a weak gasp as her ears filled with a horrible sound and a sharp pain splintered through her stomach.
Her vision sank to a small spotlight that fell to where her pale hands clutched at the painful spot growing in her abdomen. Her ears were ringing and her world became nothing but the pain - the pain and the bright crimson color staining her fingers.
As the disgusting color leached out of her stomach and began staining her clothes, the natural flush drained out of Chandra's face. All she could see was that dress - that horrible, horrible dress - stretched out below her hands. It was stealing her life, she could feel it.
She could feel her life draining out through the hole in her stomach and staining the carpet. quietsnooze Ink opens his pale green eyes in a silent stare at the ceiling before beginning to bawl. The gun thuds onto the carpet, still warm and smoking slightly. Curled up, Ink hugs his hands, one bleeding from catching metal as the gun fired, underneath his chin. Beside him, his companion panics, her tears matching his twofold. Her skittish movements across the carpet reveal how useless she feels to, not able to comfort him while not even knowing what chaos is unfolding. The leeching pool of crimson is the final factor, forcing her to back into a shadow in distress. Ann's breathing is disturbed, a hand pressed against her chest and her position slouched. She instinctively slid and ducked at the alarm of the gun, but would have been far too slow had the gun tilted further to Ink's right. "Oh.." she finally breathes, stretching up and forward to peek at Chandra's damaged body. She wrinkles her nose at the sight. "O-oh dear.." Within an instant, the woman who called herself Ann is gone from the room. The Legend baby remains, sobbing, left to comfort himself. Chandra Trouble Chandra was unaware of Ann's exit or Ink's distress. Slumped over onto her side up against the couch, she was no longer in the Land of the Living.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 1:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 1:38 pm
[ H a u n t i n g D r e a m s . . ] "It doesn't matter if you come back, just that you die to begin with. Once you're dead once, you're never the same."
"What're you talking about? I always come back the same."
"That's what they want you to think. Have you ever noticed how everyone treats you just a little bit differently, every time you come back?"
"They don't do that. You're just ******** with my head."
"No, see, YOU'RE the one screwing with your head. You know I'm telling the truth."
"The ******** you are."
"Believe what you like. I always knew you didn't listen when you needed to."
"That's where you're wrong. I always listen.. I just might not always act on things suggested to me."
"Might not always? How about never? You completely ignore anyone other than yourself when it comes to advice."
"You're stupid telling me this s**t. It's wrong, I know it is!"
"I wouldn't be saying it if it weren't true."Ink curls his tiny fingers around Suds's middle before clenching them into his companion's soft flesh. She lets out a yelp and a whimper, but doesn't retreat; instead, she wiggles further under Ink's head. She can feel his emotional distress even as he sleeps. His breath his shorter and his pulse rate faster. Nudging her muzzle against the baby's distressed face, she lets out a soft noise. Under his thin eyelids, Ink's eyes flicker rapidly in his distressed sleep.. "This is gonna never have happened.. Two hours...that's all we can afford. We're taking this room and everyone in it back two hours of their life, and you've got to too, Ink's yours."
"I can't do that!"
"You have to! Look at what's happening! We can afford two hours without notice."
A pause.
"None of this would have happened if you had just dealt with it when I left or if I hadn't broken the necklace to begin with!"
Hesitation.
"As.. as long as this will benefit Mister Kevin."
"Go outside, be ready in five minutes...we're taking them back to when she was coming downstairs. I'll handle it from there. No one's upstairs right now, so Ink is safe appearing back there."Suds squeezes her large eyes shut to ignore a surge of pain as Ink drives his fingers deeper into her. It takes a lot of her strength just to prevent crying out again. The terrors continue throughout the night.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 11:22 am
[ A n o t h e r D r e a m ] Two men glance around a dark, dank bar setting. One sees something, and hits the other with the back of his hand, pointing. The woman in question looks at them oddly, with a hint of recognition. One of the men motions towards her and the other is on her in a flash of cuffs and spilt drinks.
"Kavanagh, nice job. You've been promoted to that A.D. job you wanted.. we'll see you back east in a few hours."
The other officer shakes the hand of the man called Kavanagh and clasps him on the back. He digs something out of his pocket and slips it in the man's hand. Kavanagh stares at it with a look of dumbfoundment. He looks over his shoulder at the struggling woman, and from under her black hair he meets her eyes.Curled up atop a torn couch cushion, Ink makes a fist with his hands, his eyes moving rapidly beneath his eyelids. His upper lip twitches and pulls into a snarl.
A man with white-silver hair drags explosives into the middle of the cleared room. He stands up to admire the pile, seemingly satisfied. His eyes, pale green, hint insanity and irrationality.
"Good, looks like enough.."
He sighs, setting something down. It - it's Suds. She looks different while still very similiar to her present form. They both stand in circle with of explosives.
"I can't believe I've put up with this so long. ******** being split messed up my life. Sorry, bud, don't mean you.." He sighs again, as if he is able to breathe now for the first time. Adjusting the collar of his jacket, he begins pacing around the edge of the explosives circle. "You put up with the s**t. It's not like its your fault we got split."Suds limply hangs over the edge of a cookie jar. She looks as if she was in the middle of an action when someone decided to pull her plug. No one is around to witness this, however, as both of the Headquarters's occupants are in the same comatose situation. The man with the silver hair sits down on an empty cart in the middle of the circle, placing Suds in his lap. "One blast of death, he said?" He grins down hauntedly at his companion. "We'll go out with a ******** bang, now, won't we?"
Suds hesitates, not able to decypher her companion's intentions. "Does Inkee want to go sleep?" she inquires sweetly, revealing absolute naivity.
"Some say its sleep," he replies darkly. "Others.." he continues, his expression suddenly clouded, "say it's an everlasting chain of lifetimes, you're just reincarnated."
Wearily, he smiles. "But we won't believe them, will we Sudsy? We'll pretend its just a very long.. sleep."
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 6:49 pm
Ink awakens in a cold sweat. All along his arms, his sleeves have been torn straight through and his flesh slashed and bleeding. His feet are, at first, unresponsive, but then they feel inexplicably numb. The sound of a cookie jar smashing causes him to jump in fright. Suds bolts away from the shattered shards of ceramic and hides beneath a couch with her tail under her body. She, too, is frightened to the core, but bears no visible wounds. Hiccups befall Ink. He hugs his bleeding arms around his body and lets the tears fall down his smooth cheeks. His sobs are loud and heart wrenching, but there is no one to hear and to comfort him. There is no one to wipe away his warm, salty tears, no one to assure him he'll be okay, no one to bandage his cuts and kiss him atop his head of fair hair.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:07 pm
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:08 pm
He was at the HQ.
Curled up on a piece of furniture, Loki replayed the words over and over again in his mind, his left arm gripped tightly by his right subconsciously. The pain was ebbing throughout his arm, but that wasn't what bothered the hyena-boy - what bothered him was the fact that he wasn't supposed to have died yet. Just who in the hell were these guys to play with his life as if it were a mere toy?
Was he just a pawn? If he was, he certainly was going to remedy that... grabbing his book, he opened it and tore through the pages like lightning, not finding anything of use.
"It's like it's missing something..." Glancing up, he thought for a moment before his eyes went to his lantern, which he had just enough time to grab from home.
"Need a clue... anything will do..."Yawning irritably, Ink opens his eyes from yet another tortured sleep. As much as he has come to hate napping and sleeping, as a baby it is certainly unavoidable. Though, as a result of his efforts, he is under developed than one would imagine a baby of his age should be. Rubbing his eye with a fist, he growls softly as he sits up. He finds himself hugging the banister of the main staircase; when or how in Gaia he'd managed to climb up or fall asleep there is a mystery to him. "Ngh yahblafff, wrrr!" he spits, clutching two wooden poles tightly with his tiny fingers. His vision is improving, and from here he can see just the head of the visitor in his domain, in his Headquaters. He narrows his now-yellow eyes in a wary sneer at the back of Loki's head. Feeling eyes upon the back of his head, Loki turned to stare right back, a bit stunned that it was the eyes of a mere baby. A sneer rose upon his own lips, and an irritable feeling rose up in him, which he could not help.
"What do you want?"Ink scoffs, or at least makes a noise close to one. He slowly releases his hand from the railing post before sighing harshly. Blonde hair parts from the exhaling of breath. "Whhr wrwrrhh," he growls, blinking his narrowed eyes twice. They turn a sharper shade of yellow, and reflect what little light is available in a shine that could seem almost too intensely brilliant for a baby. "Nyrrr." Tilting his head, Loki huffed and reached up to loosen his flame-scarf in an annoyed manner. Let the kid watch, he was no trouble to Loki.
Collapsing further into the furniture, the hyena-boy relaxed his limbs, letting his blonde hair fall over his crimson eyes to hide his emotions. Like he was going to let anyone see him break.Thump, thumpthump. Thump, thumpthump.Using primarily his arms, Ink makes his way, albeit noisily, down the hardwood stairs after Loki turned away. He was fine with being ignored; that's nothing new. But only he will be the one to choose if Loki is fit to stay. Grumbling nonsense under his breath, Ink skitters across the floor on all fours. He pays no mind to the green paws and the bicoloured nose that surfaces from under the nearby couch. Instead, he jerks his head in a violent way, and the creature - whatever it was - disappears the way it came. As Ink approached, Loki's hand darted out to grab Ink by the back of his collar, raising him up to stare at him in a lazy manner.
"Why don't you quiet down and go back to your crib?" Ouch, Loki was being a bit too harsh, but after all that had been piled up on him... he kind of needed an outlet, or something, perhaps someone, to relate to.
This kid was no exception.Maybe it was because Ink is teething. Or maybe.. maybe he knows exactly what he's doing. Ink twists out of reflex in his shirt and bites down hard on whatever flesh he can reach first. "MNYAHHH!!" he shouts savagely, latching onto Loki with all of his tiny might. There may have been another, more shrill scream, but it is masked by Ink's next angry outcry. "Brrr, b-brrrr, brrriiifftuh!!" He squeezes his eyes shut and latches on as tightly as he can manage while being practically strangled by his own clothing. His nightmares haunt him even as he closes his eyes, as if the lids themselves play like a theatre screen. In his head, the voices shout at him.. And all the while, it looks as if this tortured, under-nourished baby is merely peeved at being touched. Loki let the blood from his now fresh wound drip down his arm, no expression readable on his face. So the kid did have some spark. He'd have to watch this one, and closely.
"Kid... there is no pain you could inflict on me that I've already been through... but I admire you anyway." He stated breathlessly, setting Ink gently down beside him, before leaning forward to inspect the wound. It was deep, but it was nothing close to what pain he had endured before.
Crimson eyes shifted back to stare at Ink with curiosity now, and tilted his head. There was really nothing more to say, but this kid had his full attention.Ink runs his tiny pale tongue over his stubby teeth, raising an eyebrow at the slightly metallic taste of blood. <********," he pronounces with a babyish slander.. however slight a variation that might be. He blinks rapidly, his eyes changing from a yellow-green to a green apple colour. A pout seems permanently situated on his face, and it deepens into a scowl when Loki continues to watch him. Furrowing his white-blonde eyebrows, Ink repeats himself. "******** style="font-size: 10px"> Beyond intrigued now, Loki let a grin cross his face as he continued to watch, leaning back against the couch as those crimson eyes of his held a kind of morbid fascination.
Reaching out with a finger, Loki pressed it against Ink's forehead, pushing him back a very tiny bit.
"Can you say any other words?" He spoke with a kind of loving tone.Ink goes crosseyed from following Loki's finger. His hands shoot out with reflexes rather heightened for a baby, and he straightens himself up with a deep frown. He is NOT a toy! "Nhhyiaaa fphh, ********," he spits, crossing his arms. His eyes stray, and for a split second he almost lets himself smile. Ink's attention snaps back, though, and his mouth immediately drops again. "Apparantly not~" Loki sung, giving the kid a smirk. "Bychance... what's your name? Do you even know that?" He asked, reaching up to ruffle the kid's hair. Obviously, he liked bothering others, no matter what it cost him."Bwreeeee~!" A shrill voice rings out from behind, and a flash of rainbow follows close behind the voice. The creature can be described only as a hamster-lizard crossbread with rubbery, rainbow coloured skin-fur and big, bright eyes. Two coiled antenna grace her head, and weak spikes crawl down her spine to the tip of her thin tail. She leaps out and up from her hiding spot and in an energized bound she is latched onto Ink's arm. Furiously nuzzling him, she coos gibberish to the baby as if wholly relieved he's in one piece. He has the opposite reaction to the appearance of his companion, immediately trying to pry her from his arm with as much luck as one would have pulling off a leach from their leg. He finally resorts to making a fist and bonking the poor creature on the head. Suds slides off and onto the ground with a submissive squeak. Startled a small bit, Loki blinks at the pair, tilting his head to the side as he studied them both. How very curious... yes, he'd have to keep an eye on this one.
Glancing at his arm, he ran his fingers over the wound, sighing. Home would be best to take himself, but he still had a few things left to do...
Ah, hell with it. Rising, Loki brushed himself off, smirking at the kid. "Anything else you wanna do to me before I leave? Seems you have other matters to take care of." He pointed at the hampster... lizard... thing.
And it wasn't as if the kid had acted like he wanted Loki to stay.Ink narrows his eyes and raises one of his tiny hands. As much as he wants Loki off his furniture and away from his home, what he wants more is to make sure Loki knows he won't get the best of him. "Noh!" he exclaims through tiny gritted teeth. "Noh gohway." Suds emits a soft noise, resembling something like a purr from how it ripples out her throat. It is more of a musical sound than any that a regular animal would create, which in itself is curious. She nudges Ink's raised hand and slips her head under it, grasping the opportunity to steal a moment of affection from the baby. Ink reclaims his hand and shoots his companion a look of disgust before returning his now sky blue eyes on Loki. Unable to keep his grin from spreading, Loki almost twirled (but restrained himself), turning back to stare at Ink, hands shoved in his pockets.
"You never said your name."
Well, he wasn't treating the kid in his age bracket... more like an equal, perhaps? Who knew, with Loki.Oh, how that grin becomes a poison to Ink. He clenches a hand at his side and balls it into a tight fist. But the question throws him off, slightly, and he turns his slitted eyes on Suds, as if looking for a translation. The creature smiles sweetly throughout the entire ordeal, which sours Ink's mood on top of things. Suds raises a tiny paw and strokes her companion's wrist, her thin tail scraping lightly back and forth behind her. "Bwreeeee~!" she giggles as a way of encouraging him. Ink pushes her paw away distractedly and once again looks back to Loki. His eyes shine a vibrant navy blue. He hestiates, but with the same permanent disdain visible, before muttering, "In-kuh." Loki pointed at himself. "Loki." The smile waned, and he breathed out, closing an eye as if he was winking at Ink.
"You like mischief...?"Ink laughs suddenly, and it is the most absurd sound. Had he ever laughed before? The baby Legend crosses his thin arms as if to say, "What kind of question is THAT?" His companion, on the other hand, squirms uncomfortably. She nudges against Ink's sleeve with a barely audible whine, and her tail coils around her right hind paw out of nervousness. "Heh. If you like mischief... then I'll be back for you." Loki flipped his hair coyly, as if blowing his bangs out of his face, and turned away again.
Loki didn't follow orders from anyone.
Well... right away, that is.Hah! Riiiight.. Ink grabs Suds by the tail without a thought, and with surprising force for a baby, chucks his companion at Loki. Suds doesn't even have the chance to scream before hitting Loki square in the back. Letting out a squawk, Loki pitches out the door rather haphazardly, limbs flailing as he tried to find something to hold onto.
Unfortunately, he found nothing, and ended up barreling head over heels out of the HQ, his glorious and magnificent exit ruined by the object that collided with him.
Pride goeth before a fall, as is said.Ink lets out a more malicious laugh than his first had been. Between the physical pain Suds suffers and the ego bruising Loki must have felt, the baby Legend feels rather good about how this situation turned out. And, oh so briefly, he smiles. http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=2877598
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 5:50 pm
[ D r e a m i n g . . ? ] He didn't remember falling asleep. In fact, he'd tried everything not to. But it's one of those things that will eventually catch up with you, and before he even knew he closed his eyes.. the dreams struck. "And you don't want to go back there... why?"
"Because. I'm dead back there." It was partially true.. To all who knew him, he died years ago. But to his mum.. Ink blinks, his eyes swirling from a clouded blue to a blue-tinted silver beneath the lids.
The woman by his side is quiet, thinking. She strikes the baby witness as very familiar, even so much that his tiny heart aches at this sight of her. "It isn't always bad to rise from the dead..."
Ink doesn't make eye contact; she'd know that something else was up. She was always so good at reading him..
"I'm sure you have someone back there you'd like to visit."
Ink nearly releases the anger he let build up, but catches himself with merely a tinge of rage seen on his face. He relaxes the fist he didn't realize he made. "No one," he mutters with certain insistance, as if he tries to convince himself in the process.
She notices the face he makes - of course she notices, and the baby Ink witnessing the scene as a dream knows this as if it's innate knowledge. The slight smile that crosses her fair and beautifully shaped face shows that she is even more intrigued. "Are you avoiding someone?" she inquires, her voice framed with the sweetness of honey.
" 'Course not. There's no one to avoid," he says, still not looking in her direction. His elbows lean back in the overgrown blades of grass outlining a railroad track, one that stretches farther than the eye can see in both directions.
"Ink, what's going on?"
Ink lies down again, not liking the stinging from the pressure he's putting on his arm. "Why is it always you asking the questions, eh? Can't I keep some of my secrets, at least?"
"Ink, when you keep secrets, someone always ends up dead --' "
"It's not like I'm going to kill my mother," he snaps, completely regretting the words as soon as they leave his mouth.
She whistles through her teeth and leans back. "So that's ********," he mutters, rolling on his side away from her.
The woman realizes something, seen by the new worry that darkens her almond brown eyes. "You've been there already, haven't you? You've already been to see her."
Ink groans, rubbing his sweat glistened forehead. The sun overhead is rising and its heat unforgiving. "Actually," he says in a bitter tone, "I gave an old teacher of mine a fright before going to see.. her."
"I hope you didn't give her a heart attack in addition."
"Who, my teacher or my mum?" he chuckles, attempting to raise his spirits a bit before they plummet.
"Either."
"I didn't stick around to find out about my teacher, though I doubt my sudden appearance then disappearance did anything good for her heart."
He doesn't elabourate.
"And.. your mum?"
He closes his eyes, refusing to comment. A bird chirps somewhere in the distance, but the only other sound is their synchronized, strained breathing.
She doesn't push it, instead lying back with her head on the cool metal of the track. Black hair flows over the glittering silver of the cool metal.
Ink raises up, pulling himself against her side - with much pain on his one arm, every time pressure was put onto it. He declines to comment, however, but his weary eyes tell a tale themselves.
And she knows. She knows something happened and wants to know what it is, but she understands that there are some battles Ink has to fight with himself. All the same, she tightens her hands, the small cuts from the glass stinging.Moaning softly, the baby Legend's eyes flutter open. Creamy yellow eyes glisten with new tears. He hated this, whatever this feeling was, and now he hates sleep. It used to be a blessing, and now it is too much of a curse to ever wish on .. well, no, he'd probably wish it on the Pink, but no one of a lesser evil. Worst of all, there is a taste left on his tongue that is more bitter and horrible than the time he tried that shiny liquid in a can. And it came from seeing her.
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 11:57 am
[ D r e a m i n g o f H a t r e d . . ] Ink clutches onto his companion with a mixture of disdain and absolute need, his tiny hands nearly choking Suds at how tightly the baby Legend holds her. She doesn't squirm or complain, for she knows that he needs her and this is exactly what he needs her for. She inhales softly and waits a momente before exhaling, doing so in a way so that her rubbery skin softens for him. The baby growls softly, but gratefully grates his cheek against the back of her neck. He and she worked hard, united for once in a single goal; they built up the nest of a bed under the sink and closed themselves in. Their simple, unexperienced reasoning told them they'd be safe from the night terrors this way. Forcing her down with him, Ink nestles into the fluff from torn pillows and newspaper shreddings that provides blanketing for the otherwise stiff and uncomfortable kitchen cupboard. And they lie there, him cosily wrapped around her, bracing themselves, dreading the awful sleep that, inevitably, has to come.. A boy. A boy with fluffy green hair stands in the smokey night streets of an undetermined city, staring with bewilderment at the sight in front of him. Swirling dust clouds filter through the air, billowing from the rubble of a building in front of him. His clothes hang loose off of him, two or three sizes too big. His eyes are a similiar green, but hold such age and tired wisdom that they look startling on such a young child.
And now another man. He looks from the building newly made into rubble with confusion and anguish, then down to the boy at his side. His face changes to include surprise.
The boy rubs his eyes in an idle moment of silence. "Thousands a day perish but I become emotionally connected to once and.. he departs as well," he speaks softly. His voice cuts through the air with a sound of age resembling that held in his eyes. It is so eerie a sight and sound that the baby Legend shudders outside of sleep. Or perhaps it is more than that that causes a revolting reaction.
He raises his hands to cover his face, his shirt sagging off and creasing a thousand times over. The man accompanying him winces with another lookover the rubble, and wipes his eyes. He does it quickly, hastily, in an attempt to pass it off as a reaction from the smoke and dust that steals the air. He seems, though in an opposite way from the boy, to hold a quality of unfounded youth and weakness.
"I made a point never to become emotionally connected to a client.." the child whispers through his fingers. The sound of sirens can be heard in the distance.
A heavy hand falls on the boy's shoulder. "He was your brother. It's not your fault that you feel that way," he replies in a hushed tone, and in a way he does not seem to believe his own words. The boy shakes his head, but not at all in a way of disagreeing.
The sirens grow louder; the approaching emergency vehicles probably don't require directions, for the smoke from rubble and fire in front of them provide a signal high enough for anyone to find and follow.
"We should get out of here," the adult insists firmly.
The child isn't so easy to convince. "We can't just leave them!" he cries out, muffled by his hands. His cheeks are dirty, though warm, salty tears slide without resistance down them anyway.
Wincing, the man lifts his hand off the child's shoulder, bringing it instead to his neck to rub in discomfort. "We need to, there's nothing we can do now. We need to go see-"
A blip. It is as if, instead of it being a dream, it is a tape that has fuzzed and rippled, erased of whatever name or word may have been said in that split second.
"before..it's too late."
"W-will someone come to see what occured? Will they attempt to search for him?"
"The proper authorities will investigate, and I'm sure they'll, uh, realize he was there."
Silence stretches between the pair, though the night grows more lively with people, most approaching the scene out of curiosity, the others, the authorities, the threat.
"We've gotta go, we don't need to involve ourselves with this.. they might've seen us jump out of there." The man lightly directs his boy companion by the shoulder, hurriedly ushering him away. The child holds onto the sight of the demolished building as if it is something sacred, though through more fluent tears he can't see it clearly anymore anyway.
And they left it all behind them, the man and the green haired child with oversized clothing, disappearing into the night with horror on their hearts.
"What HAPPENED to you?" the boy whispers, almost inaudibly.Ink and Suds stir simultaneously in their makeshift bed, their intertwined bodies forced to life at the same moment. The baby's tiny hands tremble against the smooth side of his soul companion, and he lets out a growl in frustration, shoving her away from him. "Wha'happen to hyu?" he repeats in a hushed voice, rubbing his eyes with his palms. Despite the sleep, he is completely exhausted, his energy spent for some reason or another. Balling his hands into fists, Ink thrashes them into Suds, ignoring her cries of pain, confusion, and betrayed love. He punches and kicks until he finally breaks down into tears, scooping her up and holding her warm body against him once more. Blood.. something so familiar and faithful. He can feel the cool liquid against his exposed skin and knows he is the cause of its flow. Turning his head, he presses his white-blonde head against Suds's heaving chest, breathlessly listening to her heartbeat just to know that that is something he can count on. And, strangely, this calms him.
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