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 Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 7:40 pm
You won't, though, or you would have by now. And what do you mean, 'Not supposed to be seeing me'? Let him do what he wants.
Quetzalcoatl chuckled at the boy. I feel sorry for you having to put up with him so much. I could barely stand him when we were the same person, much less now. You seem like such a nice child, too. Why are you listening to him? You deserve better.
Quinn frowned at Vale when his shirt was pulled down. "Ah, well, wasn't the stomach was I was wondering about anyway!" He reached for his pants, but thought better of it. Perhaps now wasn't the best time to play around. He wanted his body back, regardless of how much fun this one was.
"To be honest, I have no idea. Maybe we should stay here. Once in a lifetime chance to make out with yourself!" He said this completely seriously, and looked at his body. "I AM cute, though." He heard his mom moving around out side.
"Dang it! Now she's getting food. We're gonna be stuck in here for at least another fifteen minutes. We're going to have to find something to do."
He looked around the piles of messy clothes and knick knacks and candy wrappers thrown around the room.
"I'm sure there's a board game or something somewhere in here..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 7:56 pm
I let him do what he wants. I let him become friends with you, didn't I? There was a smirk in the god's voice. And more than a hint of smug cunning. Not my fault it turned out you were a treacherous, manipulative killer. What could he think of you now? He said it himself. He wants to kill you.
He neglected to mention the fact that it was Vale's own body that wanted to kill everything.
Valeriu was stunned silent again. More words he hadn't heard before. From a god, of all things. Thoughtfully, he dropped his eyes back to the ice cream in his hands. I do ee't for my sister. She deserves a better v'orld than this. Not me.
"Make out v'ith yourself? That ee's beyond weird." He snorted, sighed, inspected the black scars with pride on this chest, and glanced around the room.
It was dirty. Dirty.
"Can you even find your head ee'n the morning ee'n this mess?" His expression had scrunched into something that resembled disdain, thought with Quinn's face it just looked like cute horror. Even his expressions weren't scary anymore!
Well. He had fifteen minutes. And he was anxious, and way too eager to avoid conversation or sitting still any longer. Setting the ice cream down on Quinn's, his body's, stomach with a thunk, he got to his feet, rolling up his nonexistent sleeves.
"V'ell. Ee'f there ee's nothing else to do." Picking up one of the piles of clothes, he tossed it down upon Quinn as well. "Help me clean your room."
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 8:16 pm
I am not a treacherous, manipulative killer, you a*****e! I didn't mean to do that, and you know it! You're in my head, read it. I didn't mean to! He paused. I know he wants to kill me. I know. Everyone hates me at this point, though, that's nothing new.
Would your sister want the better world if she couldn't share it with you? You'll get yourself killed working with Tezcatlipoca. Do you really think you can stand up to firepower like that Ciro guy on your own when it comes down to it? I don't mean to sound like I'm putting you down or anything, but he is strong.
Quinn frowned. Mess? Well, he knew it was a little untidy, but it had been worse. Though, he did smell something funny. A few somethings.
"You do realize that you just set something on top of me and then asked me to get up, right? And you want me to...clean?" He looked around. "I mean, I do the laundry when I have to, but I'm not really ever in here anyway. It doesn't need to be cleaned, does it?"
He popped open the ice cream.
"Besides, right now, you're me. And if we stay like this, you live here! So you can clean your room! Yum, ice cream. It's mint chocolate chip!" He popped one the container and then grabbed a spoon from the top of a pile of junk on his floor and started eating with it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 8:27 pm
Do I know it? The god sounded innocently catty. Well, I do know your mind now. When I get him back, who knows what I could tell him? That I was right all along, maybe. Then he might finish the job without Shamash's boy pushing him to it.
It was a good plan, actually, if he said so himself.
Valeriu was taken aback, though his pride quickly straightened his spine out. I am not going to be killed. Ee'f I have to, I v'ill take down Ciro. Tezcatlipoca v'ill make sure I can. He can leave the rest up to me. He was confident in that. The god had ensured he'd survive this far by taking him away to train. He didn't doubt that he would pull through if Vale was ever in a pinch. Sydni v'ill never have to lose anybody else.
He scowled at Quinn.
"Lazy. How ee's ee't that everyone ee'n the Game ee's lazy?" He threw his arms up in disgust, turning on his heel the way he normally would've done had he his tail to balance him out.
He had no tail.
But he did have floor. On his face. He growled and pushed himself back up, pride stinging. "Stupid body, alv'ays tripping and kissing things. Tch!" He shot a glare at Quinn for good measure.
Vale's clumsiness was all his fault. All of it. He added to the glare by throwing more clothes upon the lazy boy before really getting down to business.
There was food in here somewhere. Strange smells. All of it was destined to be wrapped into a garbage bag if he had a say in it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 11:08 am
Shamash's boy? Oh. Ciro. Let's not talk about that. Well, just remember, Mr. Q is talking to him right now! Imagine the terrible seeds he is sowing! They could be horrible! He could be breaking Vale mentally as we speak!
Sydni? That's a cute name. Who's she, your girlfriend?
Quinn tossed the clothes off of him and moved the bucket to the side, using his newfound Vale-face to glare at the other boy. He enjoyed being able to glare meaningfully. Being scary was fun.
"I'm not lazy! I just don't like to clean. I'll do anything else. Look, I'll even help. I'll go get a garbage bag." He stepped out of his room, then turned around and walked back in. "I lied, I'm in your body. I can't get a garbage bag."
He plopped down on the bed.
"They're in the closet in the hallway." Quinn looked around for something to do. "We're in each others bodies. What do we do? Rob a bank, maybe? Dance around naked in public to ruin each others' reputation? No. Of course not. That would be too much fun. We have to be cleaning, of all things."
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 11:28 am
Tezcatlipoca started to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. It wasn't exactly a nice laugh, but it was definitely more good-humored than his previous hissing and growling.
Quetzalcoatl couldn't swat a fly, let alone summon up the malice to purposefully aggravate someone like him. I have absolutely no worries on that, you stupid boy. He was more than sure of it. He knew Quetzalcoatl like he knew the back of his hand - Valeriu was in no danger until Tezcatlipoca made the first hostile move.
No, she ee's my little sister. Imperceptibly, he smiled. Thinking of Sydni always made him smile. She ee's almost two, now. I do not know v'hat I am going to do v'hen she starts speaking.
That was a day he both dreaded and looked forward to. The day when Sydni chose to finally speak.
I am more v'orried about v'hat to do v'hen she starts asking questions, though. To be sure, there'd be plenty to answer. And most of them were painful. He didn't want to have to tell her, wanted to keep her safe from all this.
He snorted, padding outside to investigate the closet and bring back a garbage bag. "V'ork ee's good for you. Plus, I am not going to let you outside v'here people can see you." He shook his head.
He didn't want to imagine the havoc Quinn could wreak in his body, while Valeriu was stuck with this skinny excuse for a body.
"Besides, cleaning ee's fun." He was utterly serious about this, and looked almost too enthused to be tossing the trash away. "MamÄ and I used to do ee't together all the time."
Now it makes sense. The only time he played with his parents was in the form of cleaning, or working, or fixing things. Of course he would equate that with fun.
Obviously Quinn wasn't the only one that had trouble with Valeriu's definition of a fun time.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 11:44 am
Hey, don't call me stupid! But you're right. Mr. Q probably couldn't ever be mean. Just like I don't think you could ever be nice!
How sweet. Do you take care of her on your own? Well, Quinn's always here to help if you ever feel like it's too much. He'd never hurt a child. Though, the boy is a bit reckless.
"So, like, this body. How much like a cat is it? Like, can you jump from high places?" He eyed his window mischievously. "You know what, I'll find out myself!" He bounded from his bed to the other side of the room, and opened up the window. He grabbed it and pulled himself up, sitting on the sill. "I'm going to go do something fun. Later, loser."
He realized quickly that the acrobatic tricks he learned as Quinn were quite a bit easier and more fun when you had lots of muscle to back them up. He flipped out of the window and started falling down, righting himself and landing into a somersault. He stood up and brushed off.
"That was fun. But I'm hungry for some chocolate!" He checked around Vale's pants, and found a little wallet. "Work permit...Cash! Oo, Not too shabby. To the store!" Quinn started running down the street towards the store, twirling happily as he ran along in Vale's body.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 11:56 am
I can be nice. Watch me be nice.
"You are not a stupid boy."
Now see, that was a white lie. I did it so as to not hurt your feelings. How nice of me.
Tezcatlipoca thought he was pretty damn nice, all things considering. He hadn't killed the boy yet, at least.
Da, ee't ee's just me and her for now, until my parents come back. Which they would. Someday. He laughed under his breath at the thought of Quinn babysitting. I am not sure who ee's the v'orse babysitter: him or Tezcatlipoca.
Now that had been a nerve-wracking experience, having his baby sister bouncing around in the claws of his god. It still gave him the chills.
He was given a different sort of chill at Quinn's words, head snapping around in horror.
"V'ait!" He rushed over to the window that Quinn had disappeared out of, shaking a fist furiously at the other boy. "Get back here! Right now!" He almost made to leap out after him, but froze once his foot had set down on the sill.
He was clumsy. He didn't know this body. This body was not part cat, either.
If he jumped, he'd end up breaking a leg.
Quinn would deserve it.
Snarling under his breath, he whirled around and slammed out of the room, dashing, tripping, and leaping his way down the stairs to run out the door after the wayward boy.
I am going to kill him. He raged. Even without his instincts telling him to, he knew without a doubt:
Quinn.
Was.
Dead.
Meat.
I am sorry, Quetzalcoatl, but you are about to be sans one godling.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 12:03 pm
...That was almost nice. But the follow up with you telling me that you did it to be nice ruined the fact that it was nice. Like, here's an example: "You are an incredibly powerful god that I look up to." I'm not going to follow it up with 'I did that to not hurt your feelings!' because that defeats the purpose. Get it?
Probably him. At least you know what to expect with Tezcatlipoca, eh?
Quinn saw Vale heading towards him from his house, and laughed maniacally. He saw the look on the other boy's face, though, and his laugh was cut short. He had never seen his own face look that angry.
"Oh, you're angry, are you?" He stuck his tongue out at Vale. "Well, imagine how angry you'll be after THIS." Quinn scanned the streets for a reasonably attractive teenager and ran over to him, grabbing him and flipping him around, kissing him dramatically. He let go of the boy then turned to Vale. "OH NO. LOOK V'HAT I, VALERIU, DID TO THIS INNOCENT TEENAGER ON THE STREET."
Quinn grinned, and then ran to the supermarket on the corner.
"Come and get me!" He jumped inside.
...No, no, it's fine. But, try not to get either of your bodies beaten up too badly, alright?
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 12:16 pm
But honesty is the best policy, the god sing-songed. So therefore, I am still nice.
Wait. Why was he even debating this with this brat?
Probably because he hadn't had a decent conversation in years. Valeriu wasn't much for talking.
He's going to kill you when he catches up to you.
Vale nearly stalled, almost tripping over his own two feet at seeing him, his body, kissing a stranger.
He was beyond angry. He was livid. The fury that he thought he'd left behind in his body was quickly making itself known again. Doing, doing that was supposed to be something special. His first time had been painful, his second time had been an accident, and now his third time?
It had been a joke.
Even when not in his body he felt the shame burn through him like a wildfire until he felt more than a bit sick.
"You go too far, Quinn," he snarled, taking a running slide through the supermarket doorway, furiously searching for the runaway godling.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 12:27 pm
...Actually, that's a very good point. Fine, you're nice. And, I know he's going to kill me, but it's fun for now!
"I go just far enough!" Quinn called from the top of a canteloupe stand, before twirling and knocking them all over. "Oh no! I am Valeriu, and I am ruining this poor shop owner's life. He should never allow me to buy things from here ever, ever again! C'mon Vale, have some fun. You came to my house 'cause you were bored, so let's do something entertaining!" Quinn, in all honesty, had no idea why the other godling had come to his house, but it sounded good.
He doesn't mean it, he's just...excited. Hyper. He doesn't mean anything by it. Oh, stupid stupid stupid. And I'm sure Tezcatlipoca is egging him on, too. Your god always was one for a good laugh. Do you really want to go back to listening to that guy?
Quinn grabbed several bags of chocolate from the shelves and stuffed them in his clothes in various places, grinning. He saw Vale looking for him, and then ducked under a stand, running to the front counter. He pulled all the money from the wallet he had found, and shoved it on the counter. "Put all of ee't on Quinn Moreau's tab, kay? Thanks, bye!" He ran out, dropping chocolates with each step. Of course, he was in so much of a rush, he ended up right in front of Vale.
"Erghm..." He cleared his throat, and put on his Vale-angry voice. "Get out of my way! Rar!" He tried to growl menacingly, but he wasn't sure how. "Rar?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 12:44 pm
For now. The god's words were oddly fatalistic and smug. Maybe he could guess exactly what was running through Valeriu's mind. Or maybe he was just a jerk.
This was not entertaining for Valeriu, at all.
When Quinn was finally in front of him, he did the only thing he could think of. He threw his fist back, and snapped it forward right into the other boy's face.
"Do you think this ee's really that funny? Do you?" He jerked the other boy by the collar of his shirt. He may have been shorter, smaller, weaker in this body, but anger fueled him. Pure, unfiltered rage.
"Humiliating me? Ruining my reputation ee'n front of people I know? Turning me ee'nto a whore?" His voice rose with every exclamation as he shook the other boy, cracking on the last word. His pain didn't last long before the anger overtook it, and a malicious snarl left his mouth.
"V'ant me to return to your mother and ruin you ee'n front of her?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:18 pm
Quinn rubbed at his nose where Vale had punched him. "Ow! That hurt! Jerk!" After making sure it wasn't broken, just in pain, he looked at Vale. "Into a whore? None of these people know you that well, and it takes a lot more to be considered a whore. Trust me, I know." Quinn paused, but then just let the underlying context of that sentence go.
"Yes, actually, I do think it's funny. Because it is. Lighten up, or you'll be throwing sparks all over." He blinked. "Speaking of, can I do that whole...darkness thing now? Let's see!" He shot out his arm, and sent a ray of darkness to cut through a poster on the wall. It tore it to shreds. Quinn grinned. "I can! Hooray!"
He became immediately solemn. "Don't even joke about that. You go anywhere near my mom and I take your little darkness powers to your apartment and rip everything I see to shreds." He blinked. "Well, that sounded sinister, didn't it?" He went back to grinning. "'Scuse me, sir, I've got to get by now!" He squeezed under Vale's arm and did a cartwheel, chocolate falling out of his pants but he didn't really care.
"This is so much fun! Let's do something fun! Like, I don't know, go to a party! Maybe they'll have something dirty you can clean up!" He refused to let a hurt nose ruin his day.
You're such a downer, Mr. T.
I think it's best if you try not to fight right now, Valeriu.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:47 pm
He was screwed, he realized, standing there numbly.
Quinn was in control here. With his body, his powers. He didn't know how the other boy had figured out how to use his powers so fast, when he was left floundering in this body. Quinn was quicker to adapt, and Valeriu was simply stuck.
I v'orked so hard to get the respect of these people. To get ee't to the point v'here they did not look at me like I v'as a freak. V'here I could v'alk down this street v'ithout those looks. All of that, gone. He was all too aware of the stares his body was getting, the gossip that was soon to be racing around the neighborhood like wildfire.
He felt like crying, at such a loss. This situation was totally out of his control. What had he done?
Now v'hat v'ill I do?
He wasn't going to cry. No, he was a mature person. He wouldn't ever cry in front of this person.
"I did not know v'hat I v'anted, coming to your house," he reflected, ignoring Quinn's words purposefully. "But ee't v'asn't this."
"I hate you." He said it quietly, without the normal snarl behind the words. More like a promise than anything. There was no killer instinct confusing him now, no conflicting emotions.
"I hate you."
His fist clenched, sparks radiating off of it without his knowledge. He'd been mocked, insulted, and jerked around far too much for this day.
And you, boy, are an idiot and a brat. The god's tone had become bored, which was always a dangerous thing. For the first time in my life, I think I actually pity that snake.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 7:10 pm
Quinn stopped mid-leap. He knew that look on his own face. He knew what it meant. He felt deflated, all of a sudden. Nothing seemed like as much fun.
It's all fun and games till someone cries.
I'm sorry, Valeriu--Quinn doesn't usually think before he acts, and...It can get him into a lot of trouble. He's not really mean at heart, though. He's just...trying to have some fun. I know that doesn't excuse him, but...
Quinn walked up in front of Vale, and almost reached out to lift up Vale's chin so he could look him in the eyes-- he thought better of it, though. Vale probably didn't want to be touched. "I'm sorry." He said, sincerely, but he wasn't sure if he really meant it or not. Being a con artist had its advantages. "You're right. I went too far."
He turned to everyone on the street, and raised his hands up. "Please, carry on. Nothing to see here. None of this is actually Valeriu, he's...uh, possessed. By me. Quinton Moreau."
Well, his heart was in the right place.
He turned back to Vale. "Punch me, if you want. I know you're mad. I'd be mad, too."
Quinn was moody. Far too moody. This sudden burst from happy mischief to near-depression over the sad face Valeriu had illustrated this. He had many, many problems.
He also resolved to work out more in the future- muscles are nice!
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