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 Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 8:12 am
Coyote narrowed his eyes. Showoff.
I was bored. Been a while since I cut loose. Writ made a mental shrug, Show of power. Animals do that all the time, don't they?
You shouldn't spend all that power on little shits like them. Coyote growled, Should've let your friend take care of it- his god wouldn't leave him with nothing to defend himself with.
You did when I was a kid.
Writ coughed, and looked at Quinn, "Yeah." He was a little shaky, "I think I might've overdone it some." The godling picked himself up and leaned himself against a wall.
"You could've taken them on." Writ was starting to regret expending himself. Coyote was feeling the effects too, though the god would never admit to Writ that he was on the ground right now, writhing in pain.
"You got a god, right?" Writ asked out of the blue, "What's their name?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 12:36 pm
"I dunno. All I have is spray paint." He looked at his cans. "And also the light, I guess. If you look directly at it, you go blind for a few seconds." He sighed, "Not much of a power, though."
You act as if that's all.
And he needs to know I talk to animals?
"I might have been able to. And my god? His name's Quetzalcoatl." His accent changed suddenly when he said Quetzalcoatl, pronouncing it with the perfect mesoamerican accent. "Mr. Q, when I don't feel like tripping over my own tongue. Stupid long name. For some reason, I've gotten really good at saying it, though." He fidgeted with his hair, and looked around.
"I'm kind of bored. Do you want to do something?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:55 pm
"I could really go for a cup of coffee right now." Writ beckoned Quinn to follow, "Come on, I know a place with some good hot chocolate."
So they walked. Writ strode down Middling, "Guess those kids aren't gonna bother you anymore... So, you live around here?" He rubbed his chin. It's been a while since he's talked to another Middlinger. Like, really talked to them. None of that scamspeak that he did to loosen up people's wallets.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 6:46 pm
"Okay!" Quinn hopped along happily after him. He quietly watched the streets go by, counting them up to his street. As they passed it, he paused for a moment and made what sounded like a hiss. A cat that was rummaging in a nearby trashcan meowed back, and then began walking down that street. He picked up the pace and caught up to Writ again.
"Yup, I live down that street right there," He pointed behind them, where the cat had been, "Right in the middle of Middling, I guess," He laughed. "I like to watch people here. So many interesting people. Especially some of the nice bums. They have interesting stories. Oh, I love hot chocolate!" He seemed to finally get back to the original point. He shot a hand down into his pocket and rummaged around, then moved his hand to the other one. Nothing.
"But I don't have anything to pay for it." He looked with big puppy dog eyes up to Writ. "I guess I'm just gonna have to not get any hot chocolate. That's okay...I'm not too hungry."
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 9:17 pm
I know that I wasn't the only one who heard that. Coyote said, noting Quinn's hissing..
Writ had heard Quinn too, but didn't say anything. Interesting power.
Writ's hands shifted in his pockets uneasily. He had enough money for both of them, but he really needed to make his cash last. Unfortunately for him, he was subject to Quinn's puppy face. Writ had made that face many times, and somehow, some way, fate had turned the tables on him. How could he resist a face like that?
"Don't worry about it kid." He said, he didn't seem too phased, "I've got some money for both of us." They walked into the cafe placed their orders.
"You're not gonna try to propose to the hot chocolate are you? A relationship like that is all kinds of messy."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 2:52 pm
Quinn grinned happily and hugged Writ. "Thanks a lot! You're my new best friend!" He giggled at Writ's mention of the chocolate proposal. "No, I won't, I promise. Imagine trying to kiss it! I'd burn my lips!" He fidgeted absentmindedly with his belt, and didn't seem to want to stay till to wait for his hot chocolate.
Hah. Quinn, my child, you're so...
So... what?
Nothing.
Tell me!
I suppose you'll realize eventually.
When the horribly slow- at least to Quinn- servers had set out the hot chocolate, he snatched it and began drinking it quickly. His face scrunched up into a look of pain.
"Ow! Ow! I burned my mouth! Ow!" He danced around a bit, attempting to distract himself from the burning. "Pain! Lots of it! Ow!" He managed to find his way over to a booth and sit down.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 9:21 pm
Writ almost got coffee in his nostrils when he laughed. Aw man, this kid was great. He slipped into the booth and tried not to laugh too much at Quinn's misfortune.
Whoever this god is, they've got pretty low standards. Coyote smirked.
Ah shut up Coyote, I was pretty odd when I was a kid too. Besides, I like him.
At least you had a brain.
"You don't rush hot chocolate, it doesn't like to be pressured." Writ chuckled, "You alright kid?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 8:05 pm
Quinn nodded. "I'b okay. Id jus' huts a wittle," His tongue slurring his words. He regained his composure, then laughed a bit. "I guess I did look pretty silly, huh?" He sighed, "I dunno. I guess I just don't feel like I can win this for Mr. Q, even though I want to. I'm not cut out for stuff like this," He grinned at Writ, "But at least I've made a good, new friend!"
He beamed proudly at the godling sitting across from him, and stared warily at his hot chocolate. "Should I ask its permission before drinking from it next?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 10:05 pm
Writ leaned back into the booth and smiled. Man, there's not enough of these kids in the game. It certainly would make things a lot more interesting.
"I wouldn't worry about it too much, all we can do is just play the game, and you know, not die." The word "Die" tasted sour in his mouth, "Just play it, things will get easier."
Writ sipped some of his coffee, he looked down at Quinn's hot chocolate, "Psh, I don't think it'll mind."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 3:28 pm
"Yah. And not die," He muttered, and took another go at his hot chocolate. He sipped it slowly, closing his eyes and enjoying the chocolatey goodness. "This is delicious!" He exclaimed happily, "But, why are you being nice to me? I thought the whole point of the game was to fight...I assumed all the older players would be out to get me," He cocked his head.
"Are you just unusual?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 9:29 am
Writ smirked, "Unusual ain't the half of it."
"Tell you the truth" Writ said, leaning towards Quinn like he was telling a big secret, "I don't like fighting kids half my age." Okay, so the only real fight he had was with Ciro, and that never really counted for much. "Sides, I'd rather make friends than enemies, you know?" He poured a little more sugar in his coffee and took a sip.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 11:28 am
Quinn nodded. "I like friends, too. Sometimes enemies are necessary, though. You know?" Quinn continued to drink until he had finished his hot chocolate, then glanced at a clock nearby.
"Ohno! Mom'll be home soon! I need to be there to make dinner!" He stumbled out of his seat, and then headed towards the door. He paused, and glanced back at Writ.
"Thanks again for hanging out with me. I'll see you around soon, promise." He grinned, then left.
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