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 Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 8:04 pm
Emover was about to say something about Writ being a child predator, but Writ got to the point first.
"There he goes again with the jokes." Writ handed the money over, "There's nothing wrong with showing a little bit of southern hospitality to a stranger."
"What do you mean 'new city'?" Emover piped up.
Writ looked at the kid. Oh, right. Hmm.
"Oh, nothing." Writ shrugged it off, "Forget it."
"No, really. You said something about Southern and-"
Writ stopped him again, "Just a figure of speech kid." He was about to pocket the wallet when Emover noticed something strange...
"Hey, wait a second... is that my wallet?"
"Uhh..."
Writ looked at Vale, his friend would bail him out of this one, right?
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 8:12 pm
Valeriu was smiling that back-stabbing smile again, all treachery and deceit and maniacal, devilish glee.
"V'hat did I tell you, bike-boy?" he sing-songed, smugly. "He lies, and you lose your v'allet."
There was no such thing as bros before hos here in Central.
"You might need to beat him up for that, bike-boy," he suggested, blithely. "Here, I have an arrow you can stab him v'ith. If he cries, do not v'orry - he deserves it. Just keep stabbing."
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 8:39 pm
Writ frowned. Oh how he frowned.
There wasn't really any way around it. He could use his wits and his charm to con his way out of this mess, but if Vale was dragging him down, it was only fair for kitty to come down with him.
"Huh. So it is." Writ looked at the wallet and plopped it on the ground, "Fine, you can have it, it was all Vale's idea anyway." He nudged it closer to the kid.
Emover sighed, and bent down to pick up his wallet.
Writ crossed his arms, "Now, just one more thing, you tell anybody this happened- Well, I have a crossbow, and my friend here just straight up eats people. And trust me, we will find you."
Emover grabbed his wallet. At least he couldn't say he didn't have an interesting day. He backed up slowly, careful not to make any sudden moves- grabbed his bike, and ran from the two men.
Writ turned to Vale, "Great, you happy now? I was going to treat you to lunch with that money too..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 8:45 pm
He snorted, and laughed, falling back to lay on the grass once more like the lazy cat he resembled, pushing up his sweatshirt sleeves to reveal tan skin criss-crossed with pale scars, then folding his arms behind his head comfortably.
"Too scrawny," he dismissed, waving a flippant hand in the direction the kid had run off to. "Plus, not evil enough. All empty calories and insane amounts of natural sugars."
Valeriu was very sure that that was definitely not what Writ had in mind for lunch, but he couldn't help pulling the new-god's leg.
"So, v'hat v'as the point of that?" His eyes settled critically on Writ. "I know you, trickster, and you do not harass random children for the sake of harassing random children. V'hat are you up to, this time?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 8:59 pm
"Calories and sugar, eh?" Writ watched the kid run off to the distance, "I didn't think you'd mind, hell, the first time I met you, you were in line for ice cream."
Mmm... ice cream.
Come to think of it, he could use a fix. Unfortunately, Vale chased away his only source of income.
He laid down next to Vale and looked at the sky, "It's an old con. You tell one person, and they'll tell two people, and they'll tell two people, and so on." Writ yawned, "Don't think that kid's gonna keep quiet about what just happened. You don't walk away from those things without telling anybody about it."
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 9:05 pm
"I like bitter things. Ice cream is good, but I really only eat it v'ith Quinn, Sydni, o-or Tepin." A spasm of pain crossed his face, quickly wiped away before it could be seen in more than the hitch of his voice.
Valeriu scoffed at Writ's explanation, stretched his arms up and out, and obliquely let his hand fall to smack Writ lightly - WHAP-, somewhere in the vicinity of his face, as Vale did his best to take up the space of the field with his body.
"But v'hy? I thought v'e v'ere supposed to keep quiet after Southern," he muttered. "You know - on the down-low, or v'hatever kids call it these days."
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 9:24 pm
Writ's ears perked at Vale's little hiccup, but he didn't think anything of it. Though now that Writ thought about it, he hadn't seen Tepin on the boat...
Whap.
He looked at Vale, then streched himself out himself, a slightly clenched fist bapped Vale on the side of his head. A foot found it's way somewhere around the shin area. "Kick the p***y" was a better game anyway.
"You think we've gotten as far as we have by doing what we're supposed to do?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 9:30 pm
"V'ell, I have-" he began to snark, when both a hand and foot were planted upon him, interrupting his counter-argument. There was a long, long pause.
His jaw clenched, and unclenched.
"This is v'ar."
WHAP BAP THWACK. Hand, foot, hand - Valeriu had to twist his body to get both hands to thunk, heavy with gravity, on Writ, but it was a success.
"You v'ill not v'in, Writ," he promised, darkly. "I am master of this game."
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 9:53 pm
"Now what are you-"
Writ was greeted with a barrage of makeshift kicks and punches. When Vale declared war, Writ smirked. He rolled his whole body over Vale, and found his way on top of the man. His back was towards Vale, of course. Writ was a far cry from Quinn.
Squish the kitty was a fun game too.
"You were saying?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 10:01 pm
Valeriu was not used to being the smaller one in a fight. He was relatively tall, muscular, and fearsome--
And currently being smothered by a giant.
"Hrrrk-!" His cry was muffled and squeaked, his only free hand waving and clawing at the air desperately.
Oh god. Writ's back was like a goddamn steel wall pressing down on him, pushing the air out of his lungs and rearranging the position of his internal organs.
His legs kicked, uselessly.
"FFFFF!" Another cry - "OFFFF!"
He sounded like a strangled kitten.
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 10:43 pm
"What's that Vale? 'I win'?" Writ laughed, "Oh! And you're sorry that you ruined my trick? And lunch is on you? You're too kind."
He may not be Quinn, but he sure took a few pointers from him.
Not even Vale, with his crazy-awesome-dislocating-bone-cat-powers could stand the might of Writ's godflesh.
After a minute of being on top of the world (Or on top of his friend anyway) Writ finally rolled back to where he was.
"Well, that war was short, lunch?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 10:57 pm
"Nnrrooo-" The compressed outrage didn't accomplish much. Vale took a heaving breath for life after Writ rolled off of him, turning onto his side to clutch his stomach and suck in air like it was going extinct.
"Jerk," he wheezed, snuffling and trying to get the horrific godflesh-smell out of his nose. "You have a shower now, use it."
He grumbled and bitched to himself as he recuperated, before finally sitting up, looking distinctly ruffled with his hoodie halfway to falling off the back of his head, revealed eyes squinting in pained aggravation.
"Fine. I v'ill pay."
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