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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 10:50 am
Says the guy who cuts out hearts from people's chests and eats them. Writ frowned at Vale, he never criticized his hobbies.
At least a crossbow had an air of class and civility to it. Sort of. It was still a rather sadistic weapon of choice, just the way arrows tend to wiggle deeper into someone's body after hitting made a bullet seem like a welcome change of pace. And there's nothing quite like the feeling of trying to pull out an arrow lodged in your eyeball.
At least Writ wouldn't have the mind to eat said eyeball.
"Yeah, wrestling can get pretty messy." Writ smirked at the obvious hint, "So, you hear from Faylen lately?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 12:28 pm
His eye squinted in further confusion.
"V'ell, yes, especially v'hen it is crocodiles," he admitted, slowly, trying to figure out just what the hell was Writ's point. "No, I haven't seen him--"
He paused, and it clicked; his mouth scrunched upside-down in a terrible scowl, and he glared in outrage.
"You're a jerk," he hissed, grumpy. "And a terrible person."
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 6:52 pm
"Yeah, I get that a lot." Writ smiled, grabbing a handful of kettle corn with his free hand, "Faylen came to see me the other had a couple of interesting questions the other day, poor kid, you should have seen him sweating it out." He offered Vale some of his popcorn, "Should teach you how to make a better lie one of these days, save a kid some trauma, yeah?"
Writ was disappointed, seems like Vale hasn't seen Faylen yet.
Writ looked down the furniture tent, "So, find any new couches you like?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 7:03 pm
He shook his head, declining the popcorn; it always got stuck between his teeth and was not worth the effort to try and floss the fragments out. Plus, too sweet for his tastes.
"V'ell, it v'asn't like I v'as doing anything bad," he defended, waving a hand emphatically as Sydni hung in the crook of his other arm. "It's not my fault Quinn magically becomes naked! On the couch, in the forest - he has serious issues v'ith clothes. I think he needs to see a therapist about it. Serious issues."
Honestly. He took every single chance to throw clothes to the wayside.
"Da, a few; but they are very expensive. Plus, there's going to be a fight over our current couch," he sighed. "Tepin is far, far too attached to it. She refused to let me toss it. But v'here is it to go? No space at all!"
But Valeriu wanted a new couch. And it was his house. So he would get a new couch, and he would all too happily sleep on it!
Women.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:33 pm
"Vale, Quinn's the kind of guy who surprises people by actually putting on a shirt, thought you'd know that by now." They had been dating a while back, right? He heard it from two other people, one of them actually being part of the couple. Maybe Vale was just used to it.
Writ decided to help out with his own moving advice, "Well, you could make the couch disappear. It's easy with a match and a liberal amount of gasoline. But I wouldn't recommend it if you're particularly attached to your house." Writ said, slowly sliding his hands across a suede love seat.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 9:08 pm
He grunted, unamused. Psychotherapy - that's what Quinn needed it. Lots and lots. Especially when his corruption spread to Sydni; nowadays it was a fight post-bath to get the pajamas back on!
Proper young ladies should not be running around the house clothed only in bubbles and water, no matter what Quinn says.
"I'm also particularly attached to my life," he added morosely. "And my tail."
Poor tail. It never did anything to her. Yet the minute the couch was brought up--
His eyes accidentally settled upon a couch. Not just any couch - a particularly hideous monstrosity which looked as if it had been made out of the roughest woven thatch reed known to mankind. The uncomfortable kind, with the thick and rough material that leaves patterns imprinted upon any arm that rested against it.
His visible eye lit up.
It was like a giant, humongous, personal scratching post.
He wanted it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 9:43 am
Writ saw that glint in Vale's eye. He looked at the couch, then at Vale, then at the horrendous couch again, then back to the elated-looking Vale.
"Really? Really?" Vale didn't have much taste if this was the couch that got him looking all giddy, "I know you're on a budget man, but I didn't know you had such low standards."
He raised a leg and stomped on one of the couch's loosely tied cushions. The collected dust flew up this stiff excuse of furniture. Apparently it had been rotting under the tent for some time now. Not really surprising considering that Writ felt uncomfortable just looking at the damn thing. He looked over to Sydni,
"Your brother doesn't know a good couch when he sees one, huh?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 11:59 am
"Ah! Don't kick it." He rushed over to defend his chosen couch. "You're not the one that has to sleep on it. I've broken my leg, my ribs - you know how much time I've logged on the other one? Terrible! So, so squishy. I feel like it is trying to eat me." He pressed his hands against the arm, the cushion - oh yes, yes! "Look, look how firm this is!"
Firm as stone. He was excited. No more losing things, like his foot, to the bowels of the damn couch. And man, that texture - he just wanted to rake his hands against it for hours on end.
"No, no, this is perfect," he asserted. "I'll take it!"
And so it came to be that, on an impulse buy, the couch officially belonged to the Jaklovzsky household.
"He's gonna get in trouble," Sydni declared, shaking her head in disappointment after Valeriu had set her on the couch. "So much."
"You are both fools," Valeriu denied, haughtily, eyeing the couch. "This is a major find."
A major find that he had to push home, now.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 1:17 pm
"Vale, I hate to do this, but this is for your own good." Writ threw himself on the wicker couch along with Sydni, "Until you get your money back, you're going to have to push me along with this wretched couch." Writ dropped his kettle corn between him and Vale's sister.
It was a tough sacrifice to make, he nearly broke his spine when he plopped into the couch's cushions. Writ would've helped Vale if the couch was a bit nicer, but with two girls at home, they would slaughter him if he brought back that monstrosity. He was doing Vale a favor.
His sacrifice would not be in vain, how was Vale going to push him, his sister and an entire couch back? It was a challenge enough as it is, add in the Blacksuit barricades, and Vale was almost guaranteed to return the couch.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 1:36 pm
He frowned at Writ. Deeply. Unhappily.
It was enough of a challenge as it was with his injuries. And Writ was no small man.
But Writ hadn't been around when Vale had had to drag furniture into his and Ciro's super secret base of command all by himself. This was a war he would win.
"Fine!" He rolled up his nonexistent sleeves, hands grasping the arm of the couch. "V'atch me!"
He wanted that ******** couch.
With a heavy heave, he began to shove the monstrosity and its riders out of the flea market, and down the street. Thankfully, he lived in Middling as well, so no barricades were to be had. Just lumpy, bumpy, concrete streets and uneven sidewalks.
He grunted, and put his back into it, shoulder to the armrest and feet digging into the ground like a pro as the couch inched forward.
"Anyone ever tell you that you need to go on a diet?" he growled, while Sydni popped some pieces of kettle corn into her mouth when Valeriu wasn't looking.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 5:42 pm
Vale didn't know that Writ was a native in Middling. He knew his town, and he knew the people in it. There were a few crazy characters around the area. Many of them wouldn't mind a...
"Hey!" Writ motioned to a passerby watching Vale's plight, "Come over here, take a seat!"
The man walked up, with a confused look on his face, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, you know, my friend and I, we got a bet that he can push this couch all the way back to his house by himself with people on it." Writ said, moving over and offering the man a seat, "If you get on, we'll split fifty fifty."
"How much you guys bet?" The man was seriously considering it. Writ expected as much.
Writ looked up in thought, "Mmm, about fifty bucks, not every day you can sit around and make yourself an even twenty five, so come on, come on, sit!" He pat the cushion. There were sparkles around his aura, not the seducing kind, but the kind that he gave off when he wanted some fast friends.
The man gave a shrug and sat down next to Writ, he offered a hand, "Fifty fifty if he chokes, shake on it." Writ took the man's hand, "Name's Josh."
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 5:59 pm
Writ.
Writ was a douche.
Oh, oh, oh Ciro. He understood now, oh god, he understood. Ciro was right; Ciro had always been right. Why hadn't Valeriu seen it before?
"I hate you," he hissed, groaning as his ribs creaked in protest. Bruising did not appreciate the force required to push these sons of bitches.
But it was a matter of pride, now.
And money.
A matter of pride and money.
If he won that bet--
He shoved, harder, and continued his halting trek towards home.
"You're going to lose. I am tug-of-v'ar champion. I v'restle crocodiles for fun. You v'ill lose."
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 6:34 pm
But Vale, we never made a bet in the first place! Writ would've said if he was a mind reader, but he probably wouldn't have said it anyway. It helped to keep a bag of catnip in front of this kitty cat.
"No hard feelings Vale, like I said, this is for your own good." Writ called back to his friend with a genuine smile, he was unaware of his friend's injuries. Except for the eye, but pushing around a couch across Middling didn't really put much strain on the eye, did it?
He looked to Josh, "Can't you believe this guy actually payed money for this thing? I mean, you can feel it too, right? I'd rather sit on rocks."
"It feels like my grandma's house, you know what I mean?" Josh took a better look at Writ, "Yo, I know who you are, you're that werewolf they keep talking about in the papers."
"Well, Coyote, but yeah, I'm that guy."
"Yo, my cousin saw you fighting that horn guy!" He did some excited hand gestures, "He said you guys were beast, with all the fire and s**t going down. Last time I heard of you you took a bullet to the stomach."
"Ah, nothing but a flesh wound." Writ laughed, "I got better. You know those barricades that are up all over the place? Because of me and Vale they're up."
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 10:41 pm
Yes, yes V'rit. Brag. Brag all you v'ant.
Valeriu's fights were so much more cooler than that little old fight between him and Ciro. At least he thought so. Hell, he'd (almost) single-handedly taken two Players out of the Game!
How come Writ got all the cool points?
Not fair.
"I hope you are poisoned," he countered conversationally as he pushed the heavy load down the street. He hit a crack, jolted against the arm, and had to wander over to the otherside to lift and pull it over. It took a lot of wiggling, and a lot of grunting and 'rraaghhh!'ing, but he managed, and continued on his way.
Only five more blocks to go.
"No, no, I hope you are shot again. Another bullet v'ould do you good, you know. Puncture your ego, and maybe you can empty all that evil you are carrying inside you, da?"
He had to pause, huffing for breath, resting his elbows, and eventually his upper body, on the arm of the chair as he peered at the two.
"That v'as us? Really?" On the whole, he'd thought it had been for a completely different reason. "Doesn't make much sense." Why erect barricades when, courtesy of one very fine note, the government knew only two were involved in an attack? Why not just hunt them down?
They could've been anyone. ID or not. No, Valeriu was pretty sure the barricades served a different purpose.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 8:04 am
When Vale got into a fight in a crowded street, he'd understand why exactly Writ was so popular. He nearly got killed for fame (Or infamy, anyway) about three times now.
Writ got all the cool points because he played the Game with style.
"Who is this guy anyway?" Josh asked, jabbing a thumb to Vale's direction.
"Oh, that's Vale, he wrestles crocodiles in his free time." Writ said casually, "Threatens to kill me a lot, but he's a cool guy."
"Like at the zoo?"
Writ gave Vale a glance, where exactly did you find crocodiles around here anyway? Finding those amphibious sharp-toothed bastards in a desert area was as unlikely as finding clean water over in Harbors.
"Sure, let's go with that."
Josh was impressed, "Yo, that's hardcore man. He does that s**t every day?"
"From what I know, yep."
"We're not gonna win this" Josh looked at Vale with a frown, "********, I go to the gym every day and I feel like s**t compared to this guy." He took out a cell phone in his pocket and started calling, "Yo man, I need your help. I'm sitting on a couch with two guys from the Game."
A pause for the other side.
"Yeah, that Game. I got a bet with against this one Game guy that he can't shove this couch across Middling."
"I'm sitting on this thing man, and this guy is winning-- come over to Market and Maple, help me out, it's the easiest five bucks you'll make."
Josh shut his cell phone, "Help's on the way." he told Writ.
"Oh, I'm not evil Vale" Writ smiled, "Why do you think I'm doing this for you? It's either you give up and let me help you bring this thing back, or you get slaughtered by the girls in your house. You should be thanking me, I'm just saving you the trouble of the latter. Besides, if I were evil, I would've thought Sydni was a tasty snack, but I'm good with just Kettle corn." Writ reached for a handful of popcorn, just to realize that the entire bag was empty. He looked at Sydni, "You sure got a sweet tooth on you, don't ya?"
At the mention of the barricades, Writ went "Yep."
It was hard to lie with Vale around. Here he was, trying to make a good name for him and his friend, and Vale was making it harder by contradicting him!
"You know what I think? They wanna get as many of us as they can with those blockades, make sure none of the other players get any ideas. I mean, you saw what happened with just the two of us, get a whole bunch of us together, and we can do some major damage."
We would, Writ thought grimly, if we weren't all supposed to kill each other.
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