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 Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 9:30 pm
And there Writ met with a burglar's worse nightmare-- company. He had the dazed deer-in-the-headlights look on his face when he saw the door turn open to reveal an angry German mother. It looked like he was about to take a sixteen wheeler to the face.
No wonder Faylen was so quiet! Not even someone as smooth as Writ could figure out any witty retort, some clever explanation, or just plain anything to say to his mom. At least Writ had tied his poncho so it was wrapped the top around his neck and carry it like a backpack, and just as well, it'd work out for what he was going to do next.
Writ was cornered, so he did the only thing that crossed his mind. He bared his teeth and let out a growl, one moment he was there, and the next moment there was a snarling coyote with a poncho full of food on it's back. Then, he pounced right in front of the woman, a muzzle full of teeth chomped down at end of the broom handle, Writ almost choked on the dry, dusty reeds of the broom as it was swung up. He let go of the broom end, dropped down on the floor and raced into Faylen's room. He gave the boy a look, something more or less saying, Your mom is scary, let's get out of here! Writ didn't wait for an answer, he chomped down on the kid's collar and pulled him towards the window.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 6:02 pm
Thankfully for Coyote's cultist, Writ had the element of surprise. No normal person could really expect someone turn into a dog and then lunge, let alone a person that wasn't even all that sober. Cassandra stumbled back a step at the lunge but oh, she was far from done. This much was made clear as she reappeared in the hall moments later, this time brandishing a chair. After all, one couldn't go after a demon with just a broom. Burglars maybe, but hellspawn (and that was the only possible explanation here)...that required something with more heft. Thank god she didn't have a gun (or one that she remembered).
Faylen yelped a little, similarly not expecting a wild dog to be romping around. But oh...oh, Mr. Mercury had said that some players could shapeshift, right? He blinked and stumbled along- either way, a wild coyote was still the lesser of two evils here. As he was darting out of his room, though, he caught eyes with her.
And she caught eyes with him.
It was...that boy! That defiant little rat! First he dared balk her discipline and run from home and now he dared to steal from him? Ungrateful! And after everything she gave him and how hard she tried to raise him to be anything but his dirty, rotten, no-good father! "You." No fancy speech was needed; that word said the world of her feelings right now.
If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Writ was pulling him along, it was entirely likely Faylen would have frozen up again. As it was, he hesitated just enough to get clipped by a swing of the chair as he pushed past and into her room. For a woman who wasn't huge, she could sure as hell brandish a dinner chair like a pro. He gave an anguished squeal and babbled many panicked something in German, eliciting a matched growled spew from Mother.
Part of him was saying to throw down his bag and toss himself down at her feet, begging for forgiveness but another part- the part that egged on the break-in and told Mr. Writ to help himself to whatever- was telling him to get the hell out and never look back.
So was his goddess.
She swung the chair again and Faylen flung himself to the ground, trying desperately to scramble-crawl towards the window. Away. They needed to get away.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 10:15 pm
Writ was all instinct and impulse at this rate. He grabbed Faylen's collar again and dragged him as far as the window. It'd be up to the kid to climb out himself, Writ needed to get out too, and he was sure he wouldn't be able to pull the kid and be able to get out himself. He changed back and offered him a hand.
"Kid, grab and go!" He yelled.
This would be the second time him and Faylen got into trouble. The pair certainly had an affinity for it! Maybe their trouble streak would break after the kid grew a bit. They were just cursed together right now.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 6:25 am
Writ may not have understood the terse German exchange just moments ago, but Faylen did.
You filthy pig! You disrespectful little b*****d!
Mother...!
How dare you defy me!
Please...
You will regret this! I will teach you to behave!
It still rang through his ears and he pushed himself up when pulled along, stumbling towards the window. If she got hold of him...he wasn't sure he'd survive the thrashing. When she drank or when she got truly angry, she lost that restraint that keeps a person from beating another person half to death.
He pulled himself half up through the window, clumsily trying to push himself up as fast as he could with an aching shoulder and a hefty bag. She was close though- he room was never so big and kept so clean, there was nothing in her way- so he tossed his hand up and out in childish defense, as though it would somehow ward her off.
A bright flash filled the room.
It didn't drive her back, but it stopped her. Distracting. Blinding (hard to hit when you couldn't see s**t). Did...did he just do that? He grabbed for Writ's hand and used it to lever himself through the window. He spilled out onto the fire escape and was already moving down the ladder ASAP without and provocation. He had to get away...what was it with him and Mr. Writ always finding such trouble? At least this time, there were no guns.
He dropped to the ground off the escape and pressed himself flat to the building, shaking, crying and waiting for the other godling. Plus...he needed a moment to regroup, to take a few deep breaths and stop his knees from shaking. He wouldn't get far running at the moment anyways.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 10:00 am
"Whoa!" Writ barely caught himself as he fell back in surprise -- It was like taking a magnifying glass to a camera flash. There were still spots in Writ's eyes as he stumbled forward to grab Faylen, just to see the kid already going down the fire escape.
Writ went after him. Despite the angry mother and almost getting clipped by a broom, they got what they wanted, there was always a little trouble when they were together, but that didn't seem to keep them from getting their stuff. He walked over to Faylen, with a staid, and serious expression
"Dude, I am so sorry I growled at your mom." There was a pause for dramatic effect, then a giggle, which evolved into full-blown laughter.
Writ picked Faylen up, a hug and a few hard pats on the back followed, "Oh man, that was great! See kid, I told you-"
He looked down. There were tear stains on his poncho.
"Oh."
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:41 pm
Faylen choked back his sobs and looked up when Mr. Writ apologized. He was going to tell him that it was okay, that Mother could be difficult and scary at times but that deep down, she was really not so bad. You just had to be careful to behave and not make her angry and she could be quite nice (unless she had come back from the Eagle's Club- that place seemed to make her angry, he noted). But then Mr. Writ started laughing and Faylen realized he was joking and teasing him and burst into tears again, despite the patting and the hug.
He took a few shuddering breaths and looked back up at him. Above on the fire escape, Mother had recovered and was bellowing out over the alley, spots still dancing in front of her vision.
"Come back to here, you bastards and fight me like men! Or are you feared of a German housevife? I'll gut you ********> she screamed, but it seemed she wasn't going to shimmy down after them. After all, you needed some coordination to do that successfully (and without breaking your neck) and while Cassandra was certainly drunk, she wasn't entirely stupid.
The boy looked scared enough as it was and as Cassandra shouted on the fire escape, he seemed to looked even worse, what little color had been coming back draining out again, his body quivering. He had been hoping that if she did see him, she would be more stunned and happy to see him alive. Instead, she'd been hostile and angry like he'd expected. Reality was harsh, but yet entirely expected.
He looked up to the other man pitifully. "She...she is not really a bad person..." he started lamely, finally managing to take his rough and cracked voice and form it into words. "Ve just...anyv'one vould be angry if someone vas stealing zhere stuff..."
His eyes drifted to the ground and by the end of the statement, it seemed more like he was trying to explain matters to the pavement. He hated always having to explain this thing. It always seemed like he was telling this story...to kids, teacher, to the lady that came over and asked a lot of weird questions once...it was a headache he was tired of.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 9:17 pm
Writ growled. He looked up to the fire escape.
"Hey lady, go try locking your windows next time!" He barked out, and stuck out a middle finger. He wanted to say "go ******** yourself!" but he figured that Faylen knew enough things about the lives of grown ups. He didn't want the kid to go adopting that sort of language now, he already knew the word "Stiffy". From the looks of it though, he's heard it before.
"Come on." He pushed him along, down the street and out of sight. Writ let out a sigh and leaned against the wall of an empty alleyway as Faylen made his case about his mom.
"You don't need to explain yourself, all I wanted to know is why didn't you run away sooner. I know I would've." Writ his poncho-bag of food to his side, he looked up in thought before saying, "Sorry kid."
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 6:21 pm
Faylen wanted nothing more than to just sink into the ground right now and hide until he could settle down again, until both Mother and Mr. Writ forgot about this encounter. This was a terrible day. Why did it seem that he always caused trouble for Mr. Writ? Never mind the fact it was probably just bad luck and not his fault at all...
He allowed himself to be herded away, letting the silence in the alley thicken before Mr. Writ said something. He shifted from foot to foot again and sighed. Other people...they just didn't understand! "It's...really not so bad. You just...you need to be good. Boys need rules and discipline to grow up right! I...I love Mother. She is good to me; sometimes she just gets angry..." he said uneasily. Then, to the comment about not having run away sooner, "She is still my mom. I could not just run. Vhere vould I haf run to anyvays? I only just started to get my po'vers and meet people..." he finished, a little defensively.
He was silent a little bit before answering. "It is okay, Mr. Vrit. It is not your fault. I...am sorry zhat I dragged you into zhis mess."
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 7:47 am
"Pssht, I thought little boys needed to break rules to grow up right" He paused in thought, "How would they learn otherwise?" Writ would've left out the second part, but he knew how Faylen was about rules. He didn't want to sound like a complete deviant. But still, this kid needed to lighten up.
Writ hefted the poncho on his back when Faylen mentioned his mom, "If you say so. I'm not gonna be the one playing social services."
"You don't need to say sorry" Writ said to the boy's apology, "I get in trouble all the time. Hell, sometimes I look for it."
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