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 Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 4:59 pm
Writ looked at Vale with a shrug. Sorry. Not his fault his real motives weren't as dramatic or as heartfelt. Even the protection of newbies was a guise, it was one goal, one of those vigilante goals that justified what he was doing, but it wasn't why he was here.
"Survival of the fittest, huh?" Writ thought he had the guy sold with what he said about the newbies. The way Vale protected his "Little Princess" made him think he'd be sympathetic to the new players that were about her age as well.
"So what happened between you two? The Game got you both down?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 5:15 pm
"Sort of." His eyes dropped back down to the street thoughtfully. "Ee't v'as doomed from the beginning, I suppose. Our gods hate each other. Ee't v'as only a matter of time; v'hat I did v'as the tipping point."
He shook his head free of the thoughts, bringing his eyes back up and giving Writ a suspicious frown. It wasn't that he didn't trust the man - wait, no. It was. He didn't trust Writ at all.
"Speaking of, I v'ould not try anything against me, ee'f I v'ere you," he added helpfully. "Ee'f this turns out to be an ambush, I have no qualms about killing you. Just so you know."
His ears pricked up underneath the hood, and he looked ahead speculatively.
"So v'hich building are v'e going for?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 6:57 pm
"I'm sorry. Sounds like you got a Romeo and Juliet story right there." Writ was sympathetic. It wasn't the first time The Game interfered with a godling's life.
"Not planning on doing anything if you aren't, Val-- Ve... " He paused, "By the way, is there any easier way to say your name? I've been trying to pronounce it right in my head all day and it still doesn't come out right."
Writ looked around, "Government building... Security something. Should be a little-- Ah, there it is." He pointed ahead to a large building, large skyscraper windows graced each side of it. Just like every other office building in Uppers.
"Internal Bureau of security" Writ read, "That doesn't sound like some kind of shady government department at all, does it?"
Of course, this was only a guess.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:36 pm
He sighed.
Nobody could get his name right. Not even his sister.
"Usually people just call me Vale," he provided. Varu was reserved for his girls only. And Quinn, but Vale hadn't exactly been accepting of that. The boy had just steamrolled him, as always-he broke his thoughts off again.
He shouldn't be thinking about that. It was over, right? He'd messed up. Fin. Finito.
Stepping up to peer at the tall structure, he looked the building up and down critically. It certainly didn't look like anyplace Blacksuits would hide. He was expecting an underground bunker or something.
But it made sense. Hiding in plain sight, presenting a mundane front. Sneaky. Very sneaky.
"Security's right up their alley," he nodded.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 8:39 pm
Writ was about to make an "Up their a**" joke but he didn't know how exactly that would fit into the situation. Ah well. He took a firework wrapped brick out of his bag and a lighter from his pocket.
This promised to be more amusing anyway.
"Wish we had more to actually blow this house down" Writ weighed the brick in his hand, "but we do what we can, eh?"
It took a few clicks of his lighter, but soon, the fuses sparked wildly, Writ chucked the brick, leaving a trail of sparks behind it. It reminded Writ of a comet. A potentially exploding comet.
The second floor window made a spectacular crash as the brick found it's way to the second floor offices, then there was silent anticipation.
A few seconds passed. Writ was on his toes in excitement, but it seemed like nothing was gonna happen.
"Huh, guess those were d-"
BOOM
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 8:56 pm
His ears flattened hastily at the explosion, sending him jerking in surprise. Loud! That was loud!
Loud, and-And that was awesome! That was amazing!
He wanted to try.
He pulled his own weapon of mass explosion out of the bag, shooting Writ an excited grin from underneath the hoodie.
"Pass me the lighter?"
He had his eye on the other window. They'd have to run soon, but before then he wanted to get one explosion and destructo-brick in.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 9:12 pm
Alarms were blaring, but all Writ heard was the ringing echoing through his head.
Earplugs! That's what he was forgetting.
Writ once read that coyotes were capable of hearing a mouse crawling quietly underneath half a foot of snow. Apparently, they were also capable of making fireworks sound like tank rounds. Godly ears were not necessarily good ears to have.
"WHAT?" He yelled out, his ears were ringing.
"s**t, I THINK I MIGHT HAVE GONE DEAF, BUT THAT WAS AWESOME." Writ nodded in agreement. When Vale took his own brick, he handed the godling his lighter and gave him the thumbs up. He reached into his bag and took the non-explosive, paper wrapped brick.
He took a stance for a moment, wound up, and pitched a message into the first floor windows.
Try and catch us, Blackies. -W&V
Writ took another brick out and said to Vale, his ears beginning to recover, "Hey, after this, let's hit the other sides of the building!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 9:24 pm
He barked out a laugh, grinning toothily. He'd long since been accustomed to loud noises, working where he did.
No, the noise did not bother him.
He flicked the lighter on, grinned wider, and lit the explosive. He aimed, carefully and quickly, and then chucked that brick right through the window with a satisfying smash of glass, followed by the abrupt and jolting noise of the explosion that spat some more glass out onto the sidewalk.
He hefted his own bricks, nodding shortly to Writ and motioning with his head to the other side of the building.
"No problem v'ith that!"
He already had his eye on the next prize, quickly loping to secure the optimum brick-launching location.
This was awesome! Exhilarating, fun -- in a completely destructive way. He would be in so, so much trouble if Tepin found out what he was doing here.
But Valeriu was a teenage boy, and those windows were asking for it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 9:39 pm
Writ tore the tie around his neck with his claws and stuffed them in his ears. They'd have to do for now.
He smiled, and laughed along with Vale as they ran down to the other side of the building with glee. Just a couple of kids with explosives running madly down the street.
Now this is how you played the game!
He took the lighter from Vale and lit his own brick. Another brick through another window. And BOOM, papers, office supplies and cheesy marble paperweights flew out with shards of glass. Writ must've hit a receptionist's desk or something, because a partially melted phone tossed itself from the window and landed at his feet.
"Heh, better than blowing up mailboxes any day!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 9:54 pm
Valeriu's second window went down, and his mood spiked higher at the following blast. He'd aimed it right - the explosion knocked out the window next to it in a shower of glass from inside the room.
There was an art to this, he decided. A way to just-so toss the brick and aim the explosive for maximum damage.
He hefted an explosive-less brick, ambitions soaring onto new heights:
Third-floor window. Right there. It would be tough. The brick was heavy, the height was high, but Valeriu was strong!
A crash and more glass raining down, and he was grinning like a madman.
"Much better!" He paused, then looked curiously at Writ. "V'hat ee's ee't like to blow up a mailbox?"
Writ and Ciro had created a monster.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 10:08 pm
"Take it from me Vale, it ain't as fun as this." Writ lit up another brick- his last brick, he decided. Those alarms have been on for a bit too long for comfort.
"This one's for Echo, you suit-wearing bastards!" Writ yelled as he threw. He smashed another window open, the explosion cleared another cubicle of it's contents in a fiery mess of brick shrapnel.
"Gotta get going." Writ said, handing the lighter to Vale again, "If you wanna make a dedication, you better do it quick."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 10:15 pm
Taking the lighter, he looked from brick-of-fiery-death to the window, frowning thoughtfully.
"For everybody they have hurt, v'hether v'e have heard about ee't or not," he promised, throwing his arm back to launch the brick and bomb through another third-floor window, watching the explosion sending a flurry of objects and papers ricocheting out.
He didn't need to yell it - they knew. They would know exactly what this was about.
Dusting his hands, he tossed the lighter back, cocking his head.
"Time to run?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 10:29 pm
"Deep." Writ nodded. He caught the lighter.
"Just the finishing touch."
He carried his plastic bag of unexploded bricks closer to one of the first story windows and hefted it up with both hands, and threw the whole thing into the building. Writ took out a piece of tie from his ears and lit it aflame. The man tossed the tie and the lighter onto the bag, and ran past Vale, saying,
"Now we can run."
He could hear the unused bricks beginning to explode.
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