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 Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 7:48 pm
Writ got up and shook his head.
"Well, I remember meeting her once- nice girl, kinda quiet." He shrugged, "Why would he care anyway? He wasn't the kind that struck me as the caring type."
He took a breath, and picked himself back up. He offered a hand to Fish, "Big dog thing? Well, I'm not the only big-dog thing around here, am I? There's Vlad, that giant 3 headed thing might've come back, or maybe just some overgrown stray. But I guess if you need an excuse to kick a**, that one's better then none."
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 7:55 pm
Fish didn't try to explain why Ciro would have cared about Echo - in fact, he was eager to move the topic of conversation away from the deceased.
Hearing Vlad's name, he sat up a bit straighter.
"I'd forgotten about him," he said. "I haven't seen him in a long time. He seemed sort of... unstable."
An idea was beginning to form.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:16 pm
"If I were tazed up by those suits I'd be a bit 'unstable' too." Writ was glad for the topic change- It got his mind off of the whole arch-rival being dead thing.
"You don't think-" Writ rubbed his chin, "Why would he want to kill her?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:28 pm
Fish shook his head, and the idea fell apart. "No idea," he said. "I hadn't quite gotten that far yet."
"I'm sorry about a few days ago," he added, after an awkward pause.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:40 pm
"If you were still with that psycho, I'd probably be trying to kill you- but you know what? it's okay." Writ said with a smile. He wasn't happy that Fish was the one to kill him. But Ciro was dead, and that was more or less a good thing.
"So... We're friends again? Let's get a drink."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 3:34 pm
Fish looked up at the sky, taking in the rapidly fading daylight. A streetlight nearby buzzed on, casting its pale glow into the general vicinity. Fish got slowly and unsteady to his feet.
"Alright," he said softly. "I could do with some distracting."
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 1:06 pm
The bar the two went to was a small dive at the end of the block. The place was empty, save for the stocky bartender flipping through a tabloid as he waited for the after-work rush.
Writ took a seat, "Hey barkeep, two beers for me and my friend? It's been a rough day."
The bartender nodded, without looking at them. He threw the paper onto the bar before reaching into the cooler.
Curious, Writ took the paper and turned to the front page.
DEMONS EXIST it read, Werewolves and Devils seen in Middling- sign of the apocalypse? Story page 1A below was a vague picture of Ciro kicking the s**t out of him.
"Hey Fish, check it out- I'm famous."
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 3:18 pm
Fish skimmed over the article, and immediately had to wonder what the blacksuits would have to say about this. "I'm not sure that's a good thing," he said quietly.
He looked at the picture again.
"At least you're not too recognizable here," he shrugged. He looked Writ up and down appraisingly, a thought slowly dawning on him. He took the beer the bartender put on the counter in front of him and took a casual, practiced swig from it.
"With Ciro gone, I guess you're top dog?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 2:26 pm
Says the kid with the first kill in the game. Writ wanted to say. But he thought about it. It was best if Fish kept on that train of thought.
"Guess so." Writ grabbed his beer and took a long, drawn out swig. When he put it down, there was about a quarter of it left in the bottle. He felt a little better- at least the pain didn't seem to bother him as much.
"I think it's fine." He smiled, "You know, it was one of my childhood dreams to have my picture in the paper."
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 1:47 pm
"Just not like this, I bet," replied Fish. He stared at his beer, which had seemed like a good idea earlier, but now he didn't think he quite wanted to be drunk.
"It was one of my childhood dreams to captain a fishing boat," shrugged Fish, "But that doesn't look like it's going to happen."
He pushed the newspaper back towards Writ. "Okay, what do we do now?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 10:06 pm
"I got over stuff like that months ago." Writ said, waving away a ghost of the past with an empty beer bottle. He picked up the paper and put it between his arm.
"You gonna drink that?" Before Fish can react, he took it and downed it.
Then he ordered another one.
"First thing, we're gonna lie low a while... cause' I'm a little drunk and you probably don't want to get into another fight." Writ was beginning to feel a little woozy.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 8:53 pm
Fish, relieved of his beer and any actual desire to drink along with it, slouched on his barstool and pressed his forehead to the cool countertop. There was a sour taste in his mouth, vomit and hops.
"I ******** up, man," he groaned piteously. "I don't want to fight anymore. I hate this ******** game."
Even as he said it, he wasn't sure it was true. He had loved it once. He had loved the sense of being superior, of having powers others could only dream of. But now he was afraid of his powers. He had seen Ciro's arm. He had the power to do that to a person.
He clenched his hands around the edge of the barstool.
"I scare myself, Writ," he said dryly, looking up.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 5:49 pm
Writ was on his fifth beer while Fish was on his crying binge. He was pretty dizzy on about the second one.
Coyote slapped his forehead. This was one of the reasons why the tribes became scarce. He couldn't count the amount of times he's heard the death gods complain of another drunk Indian stumbling into the afterlife.
Still, Writ wasn't in any particular danger where he was right now- except maybe making a fool of himself.
"Ahhhhhh.... shut up Fish...." Writ waved a hand, nearly slapping his friend in the face, "We're playing this game with gods, course' someone's gonna take the chop..." He trailed off, "I ******** up too, you know why that b*****d's singed me? Because I told him about that time I made out with his girlfriend. In front of him. Probably shouldn't have made all those blind jokes too. Now here I am, one of my best friends killed him and I got burns all over me and now I'm drinkin' myself silly."
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 9:36 am
Fish shrugged, still feeling terrible. "Karma, I suppose," he muttered. He focused on Writ for a moment. "Wait, you think that you making out with Crow a year ago is why he tried to kill you?" he asked.
All of this was making less and less sense by the minute.
"He thought you killed Echo," Fish informed Writ, and then croaked at the bartender for water. The foul taste in his mouth was just too much to stand anymore.
He didn't want to go back to the reason why Ciro and he had fought, but he was beginning to think that, in Ciro's mind, homosexuality was the least of Fish's sins.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:29 pm
Writ was a ranting drunk. His words were a bit slurred and his speech was slowed, but dammit, he was on a soapbox.
"He still had that stupid blindfold on when I did!" Writ yelled, "I told him that to piss him off. During the fight. You shoulda saw his face, you could just see the blood boiling." He nudged the newspaper, "Why did he do that anyway? You know, the whole blind thing. It looked kinda cool but really, is his god stupid or something? Coyote's the one who picked a fight with whoever his god was- and Coyote isn't very bright to begin with. I think the only reason he hated me was because his god hated mine. I hate being a pawn."
He sucked the last drops from his bottle, then slammed it down, "Figures he'd try to point the whole thing on me. Why the hell would he care? And why the ******** would anyone kill her? And why haven't they been struck by lightning or something? There's an a**-load of gods, and no one's doing a damn thing about it!"
A breath. Writ's head dropped to the counter.
"Man, we should solve this mystery. Whoever killed Echo probably wants to go after us next."
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