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 Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 7:01 pm
 male bonding, he needs it
Leviathan runs into Melchy at the arcade. Madness is sure to ensue.
-in progress-
Old-School Gaming
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 7:04 pm
anything she can do
Leviathan goes out late at night just to prove he can, and ends up at Moonworks. He meets Orli and she gives him a tour of the city at night. The place is like a whole new world when the sun goes down; no wonder Ishizuke goes out at night!
Late Night Case of the Munchies
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 7:14 pm
the jealousy factor
Leviathan goes to run an errand for Juno and runs into Yeesha at her aunt's tea shop. Does he dare call this a date?
-in progress-
You Can't Buy Love
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 8:16 pm
 intervention
Leviathan was brooding.
Seeing the boy brood had been strange, at first, maybe a bit alarming. Leviathan was always a fairly cheerful boy, nothing overbearing, but nonetheless, he was a happy child. But then Sable left. And even Juno had to notice that the boy had taken a ninety-degree turn onto Ornery Lane; absolutely nothing please the lad. Nothing at all.
He hadn’t even gone surfing that past week.
Enough was enough, Rook finally decided.
It was Sunday afternoon and his boy hadn’t even got off the couch. Rook scowled and tossed his head. Leviathan didn’t even give him the time of day anymore, and the Nobody often thought of himself as the child’s favorite company. A stomp didn’t catch his attention, and neither did a little growl. Fine. If Leviathan wanted to play oblivious, Rook could play like his boy was an idiot. He stormed over and grabbed the lobster-boy around the waist, dragging him off the couch and down the hall before he could protest.
Leviathan was initially too stunned, but by the time he finally realized his brother had basically just kidnapped him from the couch, it was too late. He was already being dropped on the hardwood floor in their room, being nudged by a foot as he stared at the dresser. “Surf clothes. Now.”
Lev stared at Rook blankly. The Nobody never wanted to go to the beach. His daily journey was a daily battle! “…..what the hell?”
Rook wrinkled his nose and pointed at Leviathan’s pile of clothes. “Get dressed. We’re going to the beach.” This wasn’t easy for him. He shifted and tried to stare a hole into Leviathan’s head.
Leviathan blinked and shook his head, meeting Rook’s gaze for a brief moment before he stood and shuffled over to his pile of beach outfits. The boy picked through until he found the bodysuit warm enough for early spring surfing and motioned for his brother to turn around. Once he was dressed, he slipped on a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt and looked up at his brother. “What are we doing?”
“Going surfing.”
Leviathan snorted. As if that wasn’t obvious. He walked over to the window to fetch his surfboard. What the hell? “Rook, it’s ******** snowing out. We are not going to the beach.”
“Yes.” Rook padded across the room and grabbed his brother’s wrist. “We are.” Rook snapped open a shadow portal and jerked Leviathan through.
Leviathan stiffened, but offered no more protest when Rook released him. It was the beach alright. And it was snowing. And it was windy, and cold, and he really-
“Those waves!”
“Will you be happy now?”
Leviathan started and tipped his head to the side. “You don’t even know what happy is, Rook.”
“Perhaps no. But I do know that you have not been happy since he left.” The ashen youth shrugged. “Just because I cannot feel it does not mean I cannot see.”
“Oh.”
Rook shrugged and nodded.
“Thanks, man. Thanks.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 8:11 am
rain, rain, go away
“…I thought you wanted to be a pirate Captain.”
“I do. But I also want to be a starship Captain.”
Rook gave Leviathan a blank look. “You can’t be both.”
Leviathan scoffed, not bothering to look up from his hand-held video game. “Shows what you know,” he replied, biting on his tongue as he thrashed around his bed, obviously enthralled with the mission at hand.
“While I did not partake in watching the movie,” Rook replied, watching his brother’s antics with no interest at all, “I am fairly certain that being part of Starfleet means you cannot be off pillaging and plundering and what have you.” Rook looked back down at the article he had been skimming. “The Federation is meant to help people.”
“Well, I’ll be sort of like that Robin Hood character.” The teal-haired youth fell silent again, sitting up as he pounded buttons. “Without tights,” he amended.
Rook snorted. “It will be considerably harder to become a starship Captain. You actually have to attend an academy, you know.” Not to mention that Starfleet was just in a movie, but there was no use telling Leviathan that. “I doubt Juno will let you be tutored by anyone but himself.”
It was Leviathan’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah, well. He can stick it,” he muttered offhandedly, still drawn into his game. The lad fell silent for a few minutes and the only sound filling the room was the occasional flick of a page and the rapid smashing of small plastic buttons. Eventually, Leviathan gave his victory cry and tossed the little black handheld down. “Heh. Take THAT, giant scary boss man,” he crowed.
Lev glanced out the window, grin instantly fading when he realized it was still raining and grey. “What. The. Hell.”
Rook looked up, observing his boy. “It is just rain, Leviathan. You will not melt if you surf in it,” he noted dryly.
The lobster-boy met his brother’s eyes, catching the small smirk lingering in dark grey eyes. “Shut up, Rook. I know you don’t want to go out in the rain, either. Juno might have a cow.”
“I find it highly unlikely that Juno will birth a bov-”
“Shut up, Rook. I know you know what I mean. Damnit, but you are such a p***k when you’re bored.” Leviathan hummed to himself. p***k or not, his companion was right. It wasn’t like he’d melt in the rain. Considering this, the young boy started to get changed into his surfing gear.
Averting his eyes, Rook took the opportunity to layer himself appropriately. If he were going to be expected to stand out in the rain while his boy frolicked in the surf, he was going to try to make it as warm as possible. All this rain. He hadn’t seen the sun in thirty-two days. Of course, usually Rook would be complaining about summer heat by now, but he found himself missing the fact that he couldn’t actually complain. It would be disheartening, if he did, in fact, have a heart.
Meanwhile, Leviathan grabbed his surfboard and pulled on his hoodie. “Come on. Let’s go!”
Rook said nothing, but followed the athletic little brat downstairs, simply watching as he pulled on flip-flops and grabbed his skateboard. Lev could board all he wanted, but the ashen youth preferred to keep his feet on solid ground, thank you very much.
It was as Leviathan bounded down the stairs that he hollered, “I’m not giving up on that starship Captain thing! I’ll make a plan. I just have to get back to you on that one!” And with that, the boy was gliding down the street.
Rook sighed and trotted after him. Only Leviathan would try to take piracy to space, he thought dryly. Clearly, he needed to stop watching movies.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 8:42 am
captain levi
CAPTAIN’S LOG
STARDATE
….
Leviathan stared at the screen of his laptop. He had no idea what the ‘stardate’ was, let alone how to calculate it. Math. Eugh. The boy frowned and tried to forget he had some calculus problems to solve before Juno emerged from his lab. The funny thing was, Juno was a lot more fun to live with before he was actually living with his father. Before, it was like a little vacations. Sable would be having an episode, so he’d pack Lev and Rook up and ship them off for the weekend, and it would be fun. Juno let them get away with a lot.
Except now they lived here, and apparently that changed things.
Juno expected him to do homework, for one. Sable had never been the strict type and rarely reinforced that Leviathan actually do a whole lot of anything, as long as he passed his tests. Which he did, with flying colors, he might add. It gave him a lot of free time to practice surfing and skate-boarding, and quite frankly, the teal-headed boy had come to love that lifestyle. Free and easy suited him just fine, thank you very much.
That wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy working in Juno’s lab, because he did. He liked to help run the experiments and he enjoyed the look on his father’s face whenever he managed to say something incredibly intelligent. Just because preferred the surfer lifestyle did not mean he actually thought like a surfer (though sometimes he wondered that if he did manage to mellow out that much, if Juno would let him be).
He was getting distracted.
“Daaaaaaaaaad!” he hollered, not bothering to get off the couch and walk downstairs. “Daaaaaad what’s that stardate?”
Juno didn’t deign the question worth a reply.
Leviathan frowned and twisted his lips. Someone had to know! Pulling up his internet browser, the surfer pulled up his favorite search engine and typed in ‘stardate’.
…oh. That was easy. Feeling a little bit silly that he couldn’t figure that out for himself, Leviathan pulled up his word document and resumed his logging.
CAPTAIN’S LOG
STARDATE 2009.184
Leviathan stared blankly at his computer screen. What was he logging about, again? Something about events or discoveries or…
“Leviathan, are those calculus problems done?”
“Yes dad!” Leviathan snapped his labtop shut and trotted over to the table, sliding into the seat as he began to scribble numbers and symbols furiously.
“I expect no errors, Leviathan.”
Leviathan quirked a grin, taking a moment to calculate. “I don’t make errors, dad.”
He was going to be a Captain, after all.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 9:00 am
the trouble with captains
“To be honest,” Rook said blandly, “I thought you’d have given up on all this captain nonsense by now.”
Leviathan snorted. “I’ve always wanted to be a captain, Rook.”
The ashen youth had to admit, this was true. When the boy was younger, Rook let him watch pirate movies and for a while, that was all the toddler could think about. Surfing had distracted the boy for a while, but befriending a pair of pirates hadn’t really helped anything. Still, the Nobody had assumed his brother had put those fanciful ideas to rest in light of something more realistic. Even becoming a professional surfer was more realistic than what Leviathan was purposing.
“You are being completely ridiculous.”
“Is that the best you can do?” The lobster-boy gave his brother a toothy grin as he stirred the boiling pot. “I’m being ‘completely ridiculous’? You can’t even give me reasons?”
Rook gave Leviathan the Not Impressed look and simply proceeded to look back down at his newspaper.
The surfer rolled his eyes and glanced down at his noodles. What was it would Rook and newspapers these days, he wondered, spooning out a few noodles. “You know, it’s good to have dreams and ambitions,” he pointed out, blowing on the steaming pasta. “No one would get very far if they didn’t actually want to get anywhere.” Lev nibbled on the pasta and hissed. Done. Hot, but done.
Rook raised his eyes as his boy hissed and sighed. “You are so impatient. Go put an ice cube in your mouth.”
“It’s not that bad,” Leviathan muttered, but he did as he was told, going to the freezer and grabbing a popsicle. “You know I’m right,” he slurred around the grapey goodness. “That’s why you’re -slurp- ignoring my arguments.”
“I have no problem admitting that one particular argument was its own merits,” Rook sniffed, not pleased that Leviathan was trying to debate with him. “But Starfleet doesn’t exist and piracy has long since gone out of business, so it would be in your best interest to reconsider your options for your future.”
“Dude, I’m like, a kid. My future is a long time coming,” Leviathan felt obligated to point out, trying to figure out how to hold his popsicle and drain the boiling pasta without burning himself again. “Besides. How can you prove Starfleet doesn’t exist? We already know there are plenty of other worlds out there. Who’s to say that the Federation can’t be hidden out there?”
“Because, Leviathan, it was a movie. A work of fiction. It’s not real. If it were, we’d have heard about it. I am quite sure they would have paid Juno a visit by now.” Rook glanced over, observing Leviathan’s cooking dilemma. “You know,” he sighed dramatically, “that is why I suggested an ice cube, so you’d have two free hands. But if you put the strainer in the sink and carry the pot over carefully, I think you will be fine.”
“…oh.” Leviathan frowned, mildly irritated his brother didn’t allow him to solve the problem himself. “I’m not stupid, you know. I just really wanted a grape popsicle.”
“…I see.” Rook was already back to the newspaper.
Leviathan rolled his eyes and made a face at his older brother, shaking the water out of the pasta before pouring the elbows into a pan. He then took another pot off the stove and poured the cheese sauce all over the noodles, tossing the messy cookware into the sink before he stirred up the oozing mess. The boy finally placed the dish into the oven and glanced at Rook. “‘Kay. I made the food. You get to clean up the dishes.”
Rook nodded and made his way over to the kitchen.
“…Leviathan, did you not just imply you weren’t stupid?”
“Yeah, why?”
“….you set the oven to 500 degrees.”
“Yep. So it would cook faster!” Leviathan chirped cheerfully.
Rook gave him a blank look. “You know, for someone who scores so high on the aptitude tests,” he drawled, “you are incredibly stupid.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 9:34 am
man down!
Stupid Rook. He was always such a killjoy.
Leviathan muttered angrily to himself, surfboard tucked under his arm as he whipped down the streets towards the beach. He just had to go and tell Juno all about his big plans to be a starship captain, didn’t he? Needless to say, his father was far less than impressed. A three hour lecture had been involved and to make a very long story short, the redhead was not pleased with his son’s inability to separate fiction and fantasies from reality and science. Bah. Science! Who needed it?
His surfboard bumped against his shelled arm and the child grimaced.
Science.
Sometimes he wondered if those religious fanatics had the right idea. That whole, let it be thing, don’t ******** it up with science. Of course, their theories usually involved one (or many) unproven deities with unproven powers and unsubstantiated afterlifes, but other than that, their claims were valid. Sort of. Leviathan scowled, rolling to a halt in front of the stairs. Picking up his skateboard, he trotted down and made a beeline across the hot sand for his usual spot.
The sun had returned (finally), so there were plenty of people littering the beach. There were lifeguards smattered among the crowds, so technically, Leviathan wasn’t required to bring his brother to babysit. Like he’d have dragged that no good tattletale along, anyways. Of course, what Juno and Sable didn’t know was that Leviathan had a secret spot. Or, not so much secret as a it was a hassle to get to, so no one else even bothered. He left his towel, backpack and skateboard near the boardwalk before heading over to the large pile of rocks people tended to avoid.
Crabs happened to lurk there, as it were.
However, Leviathan was just passing through and posed no real threat to his fellow crustaceans, so they didn’t seem to bother him, either. Climbing the rocks was difficult; he had to remain unnoticed, to a degree. Lifeguards didn’t mind kids playing near the bottom of the rocks, little boys always tried to bother the crabs, but they were not okay with people climbing over. Today, Leviathan got lucky and managed to slip over the crest before anyone saw him.
Scampering down to the other side, Lev grinned as he watched the large waves wash against the rocky beach. What a perfect day!
He trotted out to meet the salty spray, jumping on his board as he paddled out. He’d never actually surfed on this side of the beach before, simply scooped it out for days when it was too busy on the other side to actually be able to surf. Children in the water were impossible to dodge, he’d found out not too recently. They moved. But that aisde! The water felt fantastic, the sun was shining down and the wind carried that tangy, salty smell he loved so much.
Once out to an appropriate distance, Leviathan turned and waited for the next wave to roll in. Ah ha! He paddled forward, catching the surge. The boy quickly bounced to his feet, letting an excited yell rip forth as he started to slide down the crest. This was fantastic, this was exactly what he needed, this was-
All the sudden, Leviathan was catapulted forward, slamming into the water at breakneck speed. He struggled to open his eyes and swim back up, but the water was tossing him in circles ******** against a rock, Leviathan tried to scramble to the surface, only to be struck again. Something was pulling him backwards and he couldn’t tell which way was up and holy s**t where did all these rocks come from and why couldn’t he swim up to the-
Leviathan’s heart stopped.
He was caught in the rip tide.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 9:59 am
lost and found
Oh ******** was going to die, and no one would know. He hadn’t even told Juno where he was going! They’d never find his body as it was washed out to sea!
How ironic, Leviathan managed to think as he was hurled against yet another rock, that he would suffer the same fate as Sable. Disappearing off the face of the planet, never to be seen or heard from again. Perhaps they would meet in the next life…if Leviathan really believed in that sort of thing.
He let out a scream and immediately regretted the choice, inhaling a large gulp of salty water. The lobster-boy began to cough and choke, flailing through the turmoil as he tried to reorient himself. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to die, he was too young! He wasn’t that mad at Rook, really. He never even had the chance to make anything out of himself! He didn’t get to say goodbye, he never got to tell Ophelia how much he liked her, he never got to go sailing with Melchy, he never-
Most people are usually dead by now.
…who said that!?
Peeling his eyes opening, Leviathan twisted around, only to come face-to-face with a very large, glimmering yellow eye. The boy backpedaled and tried to scream again.
The creature sighed (how did he know it sighed?) and swam forward. You just tried that. Do you not learn the first time? it (he?) asked. Leviathan tried in vain to get away, but the massive creature continued to approach and all the sudden he was going up, up up and-
Leviathan collapsed, coughing and choking as he started to empty his system of all the water he’d inhaled. Oh god, he wasn’t dead. He was out of the water and breathing and AIR, air had never been so nice, he loved air, thank god thank god thank-
God? He’s not a very nice fellow, I’ll have you know. He killed my mate. Or so they say, if you believe in that sort of thing.
Leviathan looked down. “…you’re taking to me,” he said, addressing the nose he was currently sprawled across.
Communicating, yes.
“……………what are you?”
The Leviathan. We are the same, little one. Though I have to say, you are not what I thought initially. You are a human.
“…sort of.” Leviathan grimaced as he sat up and was taken by another choking spell. “I…was? But I’m part summon. Part…erm…Leviathan.”
Summon? Leviathan swore the sea monster frowned. You are a strange creature, indeed. I am not accustomed to actually rescuing the occasional drowning sailor, but-
“I’m a captain,” Leviathan blurted out.
Are you? The critter sounded surprised. I sensed no ship. Why would a captian be overboard?
“I have no ship…I…”
A strange captain, indeed. But we are the same, I could feel it. It’s why I had to save you, as it were. There is only supposed to be one Leviathan in the entire world and I needed to ask you-
Voices interrupted the creatures explanation.
Your crew, I presume.
Leviathan tilted his head to listen before nodding. “…yes. That would be my crew,” he remarked dryly. Damn Rook. Killjoy. “They might…freak out if they saw me with you. Sitting on your nose. Doesn’t really…look good, you know.”
Agreed. Humans do not usually sit on my snout. I usually let them drown. The creature began to shift, lowering himself near the outcropping of rocks. I can’t take you any closer to shore or I will be stuck, you have to get off here.
“…r-right,” Leviathan agreed, still a bit dazed. Getting to his feet shakily, he stumbled off the creature’s nose and collapsed onto the rocks.
The Leviathan gave him a puzzled look. I would suggest that you don’t try to navigate these waters alone, next time, Captain…?
“Hazard. It’s Captain Hazard.”
Very well. Good day, Captain Hazard.
Leviathan lay against the rocks and watched the sky as he heard shouting and footsteps. Maybe he was dead, he mused. He just had a conversation with a mythical beast.
A snort.
Captain Hazard indeed.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 11:27 am
and found again
They didn’t talk a lot about the Incident That Almost Killed Leviathan.
It had been a few days since Rook was sent to look for the wayward youth, only to find him plastered against the rocks, bleeding profusely from the head. He’d been taken to the ER, which was something he didn’t actually recall, Juno had been called and had been very upset, something else he didn’t remember, and he’d gotten stitches above his eye and on his left calf. There were plenty of other bruises and what not, and apparently, he’d been told to take it easy for a few days.
His board had also been a casualty.
Rook sighed and glanced over at his younger brother. The boy was still sulking. Rubbing his face, the ashen youth stood and walked over to the couch. “Glaring holes into the wall is not going to bring your board back,” he stated bluntly.
The lobster-boy snarled and glared up at the Nobody. “You don’t even try to save her!” he accused.
Rook shrugged. “It was no where in sight. You were bleeding. Your injuries were far more important than your pet.” He didn’t falter under Leviathan’s gaze.
Lev sighed and dropped the look. It was nice to know Rook cared in his weird, I don’t really care sort of way. “…I still miss her. Sable got her for me,” he grumbled softly, curling up on the couch.
Ah. “I know,” Rook replied with a nod. “It is hard to lose things close to you.” He motioned for Leviathan to get up.
Leviathan just glared and stuck out his tongue. “You don’t know. Nothing’s close to you.”
“I do know,” Rook replied, raising his eyebrows. “Do not make such wild assumptions, Leviathan. I keep you very close, do I not?”
The boy frowned, confused by the Nobody’s radical statement. “But you can’t feel. You don’t have emotions. You can’t know.”
“We are not created with emotions, but I am under the assumption that we can learn them. The babies,” Rook referred to Juno’s latest project, “all show signs of emotion. Even Angelique and Angelus and Ramses exhibit irrational behavior that can only be attributed to an emotional response of some sort.” Rook shrugged. “As the first experiment, it is not unrealistic to think I might be conditioned to…respond like I feel emotion. It is simply a matter of observing and learning.” He offered Leviathan a smile.
“…yeah, well. You were an angry b*****d for a while before you mellowed out.”
Rook chuckled a little and shook his head. “My point, Levi. Now. You need to stop moping. Would you like to check the beach to see if your board has washed up.”
Leviathan brightened considerably and bounced to his feet. “Yes!”
“Very well. Let’s go. And no skateboard, Leviathan, you heard what the-”
“Screw doctors, Rook. I’m not even human.”
“…very well. Just don’t tell Juno I let you.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 8:36 am
a series of increasingly bad choices
He couldn’t help it. He wanted to see the creature again. Leviathan had forgotten all about the large sea snake until Rook had brought him to search for his board the other day. Strangely enough, they’d actually found her, wedged and battered, but still in one piece. She was in sad shape, the finish was worn off, the paint was tarnished and she had quite a few nicks and chips. But he had her back, and she was from Sable, and even if he’d never be able to ride her again, he still had her back, and that was all that was really important. They’d taken her to the surf shop and had to leave her there; they were doing what they could.
In the meantime, it left Leviathan rather bored. He wasn’t really allowed to do anything strenuous until all the stitches came out, lest he rip them. Juno was sure to provide him with plenty of calculus, and there was physics too, but honestly, he could only pretend to care for so long before he just failed entirely. The weather was nice, and that just made it ten times worse. Staying inside on a hot summer day was an absolute waste. He was going to go outside, damnit.
Slowly making his way up the stairs, the young lobster-boy changed into some nicer clothes and rummaged a few dollars out of his kitty bank (it was from Sable!) before stumbling his way back downstairs.
“Dad,” he called, “I’m gonna go downtown for ice cream. I’ll be a while, since I have to, like, walk.”
Someone said something downstairs.
Shrugging, Leviathan made his way out the door and headed towards town. The walk was slow, like he had expected. He was so used to talking his skateboard down these streets, he hardly knew where he was going, each turn taking much longer to actually come up. Instead of turning down Bay Street for his favorite ice cream shack, however, he kept plodding along straight ahead, stopping briefly at a small sidewalk vendor for a popsicle before continuing down the road.
Eventually, the teal-haired boy found himself walking along the beachside road, staring down at all the screaming children, their shrill mothers and the occasional old man under the illusion he still fits into his tiny speedo. Leviathan shuddered at the last one and kept walking, scuffling flip flops along the pavement until he arrived to the small patch of beach past the rocks. There were no stairs here, probably because they didn’t particularly want kids like him out here, but hey. That was what they invented jumping for, right?
Without a second though, Lev leaned over the rail and hopped down the six foot drop, grunting and rolling before clamoring back to his feet. He brushed the sand off and glanced around. Well, no one had witnessed that astounding lack of grace. Good. He hobbled over to the rock pile, ankles still sore from the drop, and shimmied up to the farthest point before sitting down on the rock.
“…hello?”
He waited. And waited. And waited a little longer.
…what an astounding waste of time. Levi scowled and stood, about to turn around when he stepped on a patch of algae and lost his footing. He slid down the pile, yelping as rock bumped and bruised and ripped and suddenly, he couldn’t breath.
Oh no. Not again!
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:04 am
namesake
You know, for a Captain, you seem to have quite a few accidents.
Ah! The leviathan! He was here! Leviathan almost for shouted for joy, except he was underwater. And he couldn’t breath. Oh s**t. Couldn’t breath. Need air need air need ai-
He sucked in and coughed, gripping the sea monster’s nose as he sputtered and wheezed, water coming out of his mouth and his nose and his ears. Damnit, but he needed to stop trying to drown. It was really disgusting. (Juno was going to kill him.) His outfit was ruined, too. (Juno was going to kill him.) And s**t, he’d scrapped a few of the stitches out. (Juno was going to kill him.) Goddamnit all.
Who’s Juno?
Leviathan coughed and gave the critter a surprised look. He didn’t say anything about Juno out loud, had he? Man, he must be more water-logged than he thought, not even realizing he was speaking.
You weren’t. I thought we went over this last time. Even for a human, your memory’s capacity is rather short. I know goldfish, Captain Hazard, who can remember what I tell them better than you. The b*****d had the audacity to sound amused.
Leviathan grunted and pushed himself into a sitting position, wiping his mouth as he contemplated the fact he was sitting on a sea monster’s nose. “You’re an a**.”
The monster shifted, promptly knocking the youth off his feet and rumbled. His humor clearly wasn’t ruined by a few sharp words. That’s no way to thank someone who’s saved your life twice in a week, Captain Hazard. I believe it is customary in your culture to say ‘thank you’, is it not?
Leviathan yelped and clung to the leviathan’s nose, muttering to himself as he picked himself back up. “Oh, you know it is, don’t play dumb. How old are you, anyways? And what’s your name?”
I’m the Leviathan. I believe rumor has it I’ve been around sine Creation.
“I’m not religious.”
Neither am I! Glad we can agree. But I am still older than you are. And I’m the Leviathan. That’s my ‘name’, I believe. The creature rumbled.
“Well, you can’t be Leviathan. I’m Leviathan. Captain Leviathan Dagon-Hazard. So it’s taken. We’ll call you something else.”
I am older. Wasn’t I Leviathan first?
If he didn’t know better, Leviathan could have sworn Leviathan II was smiling at him. Or joking with him. Or something. And why was he being so friendly, anyway? Wasn’t the Leviathan supposed to be this fierce creature who killed sailors and sank ships and caused general havoc?
I am. But it gets old.
“…stop doing that!” Leviathan grunted. “I need to get home. Do I always have to drown to find you?”
You want to see me again? He sounded confused.
“Yes! Of course. You’re my namesake. I’m calling you Nigel, by the way. Besides, you’re pretty interesting. And in the water, I like the water. And, I dunno, I was named after you and like, part of you and I’m not really sure, but I should know, you know?”
…I’m afraid I have not kept up with most of your slang, Captain Hazard.
“You call me Captain Hazard. I like that. Can you put me down on that rock, Nigel?”
Of course. The creature moved slowly. Do I get a choice about being called Nigel?”
“…mhhhhhhm, no. I like Nigel. Captain says!”
Somehow, I find that you get whatever you say, Captain Hazard, but I will humor you. The creature rumbled, eyeing his new friend? Curiously. If you would like to see me again, just come to this rock and call for me. I will show up.
“Just for me?”
Just for you, Captain Hazard. Just for you.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:18 am
sucker punch
It didn’t take long for Leviathan to venture out to the rock again. Nigel had said he would come if he called. Now, honestly, Leviathan wasn’t sure how much he bought that; why on earth would a giant sea monster come whenever he wanted? It seemed more than a little far-fetched, but… But the green-haired youth couldn’t help but hope it was true. There wasn’t really much for Nigel to gain by lying to him, other than making Leviathan look like a fool, but what was the point in that if he wasn’t there to rub it in? And if he was there to rub it in, that would mean he answered the call, didn’t it?
Leviathan grinned to himself. Made perfect sense.
Leaning down, the boy peered over the edge of the rocks into the water, momentarily mesmerized by the seaweed drifting back and forth in the gentle tide. The surfer snorted. Gentle. He still had the stitched from his last few encounters with these rocks; the tide was anything but gentle. But he was getting side-tracked.
How the hell was he supposed to summon a creature that could be anywhere in the sea? How was Nigel supposed to hear him?
Scowling mightily, Leviathan took a step back from the ledge and folded his arms over his chest. Awfully clever, he thought dryly to himself, that the massive sea serpent didn’t explain how one might summon him. Awfully clever indeed.
“You, Leviathan Dagon-Hazard, have been had,” he muttered angrily to himself, pushing his messy bangs away from his face as he racked his brain. There was no use yelling; Nigel would never be able to hear him, and like hell he was going back into those turbulent waters. He had enough stitches to last him a lifetime, thank you very much.
Taking another step back, Leviathan turned around, only to come face-to-face with Rook.
“…heeeey,” he said slowly, trying to gauge Rook’s expression. “What brings you here? Come to enjoy the sun and the surf?” he asked slowly, plastering on his best s**t-eating grin.
Rook had him by the shirt and was carefully (and yet, very effectively), dragging him down off the long wharf. “You,” the Nobody hissed (and Leviathan smiled; it was good to see Rook back in his old habits), “are in so much s**t, it’s not even funny. And you know what, Leviathan?” He wheeled around, grey eyes glinting dangerously (there was no Rook like an angry Rook!). “Now I’m in trouble. And I don’t like being in trouble.”
Leviathan grinned and shrugged. Rook must be in a whole lot of trouble; he’d blown that ‘maturity’ mask he’d been showing off for months now. It was a good change. “It suits you,” the boy said as much. “Maybe we should-”
Rook cut him off, giving his younger brother a hard shake. “No! I do not like being in trouble,” Rook insisted fiercely, giving Leviathan one more shake for good measure. “You go home right now. Own up to what you did, punk.”
Leviathan grinned wider and patted Rook’s cheek. “Sure thing, cupcake,” he replied, forgetting all about his failed attempt to summon a sea monster. “Let’s go have a chat with Dad.”
That was exactly what he needed, Leviathan decided happily, a game of verbal chess. There was nothing quite like sparring with Juno Dagon (even though he never won) to shake of a bad case of the blues.
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