Lumine and Double...
Oh s**t. Run.
((Not the most sane thing in the world. XD Don't read if easely offended I guess :O))
Oh s**t. Run.
((Not the most sane thing in the world. XD Don't read if easely offended I guess :O))
"Damnit..." with a scowl, Double kicked over one of the barrels in Traverse Town.
"Even if this place is stuck in eternal night, it's still too damn happy!" In the darkness of Traverse Town, Double felt free enough to roam about in his true form instead of his rolly-polly shell.
"Everyone's smiling, talking about that damn munny... and now everyone's in their snug little beds dreaming happy little dreams," the Maverick stepped on an empty carton of cigarettes and continued to trudge, the sound of his belted pants clinking through the alleyway. He didn't feel like going home tonight.
Yet, unsuspected... a child sat there, alone, at the fountain. He hadn't been found by any of those idiots yet... and this was good. The later he somehow got attached to one, the better. Maybe he could even avoid it alltogether, if he planed things well enough...
He sat there in sillence, looking almost innocent and holy, with how his white armor stood out in the dark. He rested his head on one of his knees, a bang of purple covering one orange eye as always.
Double cursed as a cat yowled and darted out at him from a cardboard box.
"Damn cat..." The Maverick approached it, but the cat ran away before Double was able to do anything particularly nasty. He cursed again before walking out into the open. Some weird kid was sitting by the fountain. The lights were dim around it, but the child seemed to glow on his own with innocence.
Perfect.
He cricked his neck as he approached. He stayed a few yards away, his cherry-blossom hair messily hung in his face. With a dark laugh he called out, "Hey, kid! Don't you know that if a lamb like you stays out here too long, the wolves'll come?"
The cat was what allerted Lumine of the other's presence, and he perked a bit. An old model... maverick. How odd, he did not thing there would be sutch a thing here...
Oh, this was getting interesting quickly.
"Really ?" He got up, and stretched. "And tell me, don't you know some wolves roam with the sheeps ?"
"Why would they want to do something boring like that?" as Double spoke, he cricked his head to the other side, "The wolf would just want to shear the sheep. They're pointless otherwise. Just like... humans."
His eyes narrowed as he looked closer at the boy, "You don't reek of humans yet. That's good... all the Reploids around here are damn human huggers."
He lazily put one foot on the fountain and leaned on it, coming closer to the child. Finally he blinked and straightened up.
"You're a Second Gen."
"Ye-essss. How kind of you to notice." Lumine grinned, just sightly. He was not scared, not in the least - if he was stupid enough to TRY anything, he was going to put the other reploid in his place REAL fast. He had no doubt about it.
"Some perhaps enjoy different games... keeps things... interesting."
"Anything would be more interesting than this place," muttered the dessert Reploid, "My brother's too damn slippery... he just won't die." He took his foot off of the fountain and leaned against a nearby brick wall. The lights of the fountain were too bright for Traverse Town's darkness.
"Who are you, anyway? You don't smell Maverick."
"My name is Lumine." He smilled. "If you want to know more, well..." This was visibely amusing him to some degree, and he did not look as angelic as he did a mere minute ago.
"Lumine, huh? What a girly name."
Double wanted to tick this guy off. That smile was starting to piss him off... he was too happy, like he was toying with him!
"Yeah, I wanna know more. Like why the hell you think that I'm funny," He sneered, trying to intimidate him, "I may not be Second Gen, but I'm the closest thing to one... what with your DNA changing... things... whatever the hell you people do."
Lumine looked like he was nowhere near being pissed off, but the little twinkle in his eye spoke for itself. "Says the man with pink hair, Double..." He tilted his head a bit. "I wouldn't use the word "funny" to describe you, really. I would ratter use the word... interesting."
Double looked down at a few of his curls and was about to say something before he suddenly exclaimed, "Wait a minute... how the ******** did you know my name?!"
He didn't even really have to wonder that. Double had a gut feeling that even if he disguised himself as a fat one-eyed woman with six toes on her left foot the kid would probably see straight through it.
"Interesting, huh? If I'm so interesting... then give me something interesting to do."
"But sadly, there is only so much dna will tell me." He did look a bit saddened. "A name, a face... not enough informations..." He sighed, sitting down.
"Something interesting... ?" He said, slowly, studying the question. "...This place is too peaceful... would remeding that be any interesting to you ?"
Not a second passed before Double practically jumped on the boy, "HELL YES. I want to dismember a human. I want to barbeque a human. I want to throw a human off a cliff. I want to--"
Double paused and looked around, hoping that no one really important had seen his childish outburst. He stepped back from the lavander-haired child and brushed off his skintight PVC shirt, "Yes... yes, it'd be interesting to me."
"I see." He somehow managed to not laugh. "Finding an human dumb enough to roam the streets at this time, however... You are the only one I've seen, and I must have walked around that town 3 times now."
"I've heard rumors of an idiot magician that lives somewhere in District Three," Double crossed his arms, "I'd like to see this man's magic, if he had any... and then crush all of his organs into mashed potatoes." His smile was cute, albeit disturbing, almost like a four year old when their favorite TV came on. Just don't try to get Double to watch Dora the Explorer, it wouldn't turn out pretty.
"Magic, hm ? Ahhh, but I don't think all the magic in the world might stop you. Am I correct ?" He smiled, allmost too sweetly. This one... yes, this one was interesting. Allready, there was plans forming in his mind... Glorious plans.
Double's cheeks turned almost as pink as his hair, but that smile...
"Kid, I act so well that I deserve a ******** Emmy. What's your angle? I know you're not buttering me up for my sake," Double crossed his arms, arching his eyebrows knowingly.
"Oh, of course." Lumine sat back the fountain. "Far from me this thought, but I would enjoy seeing you in action. Seeing an human die is a beauiful thing."
Double shrugged, a single blade suddenly jutting out from each wrist.
"Any particulars? Want me to kill a woman? Man? Old? Young? Child...? I don't have any prejeduces, they all stink the same to me."
"Whatever you feel like kiling at the time will be plenty" He almost purred.
"Hmm.." Double tilted his head to one side, then the other. In a flash he was off through one alleyway, but his taunting voice could be heard, "I know you can catch up with me, kid~"
He grinned a bit, moving to follow... still, however, on his guard. It was simple caution, very warrented in his mind - he couldn't read this one too well yet - what told him he wasn't going to jump him ?
Oh, but if he did... he probabely was going to be surprised.
Double was too busy to really care about the kid. He was too gleeful at the prospect of killing a human. Funny thing is, he could've done it at any time. It just felt so much better to be doing it for someone else.
Poor Lumine, hopefully he could avoid the flying spleen and various other internal organs that would sporadically come flying out of the Green Room.
And he watched... like one would watch an opera, or a beautiful painting - with sillence and respect. He comically ducked when a flying... something went straight for him, He liked blood and gore, but not on his armor. White was a b***h to clean.
It would be lying to say that Double wasn't beautiful when he killed.
Soon the screams died down. Both the screams of the victim and the gleeful ones that came from the Maverick's mouth. When he exited the hotel, he looked like the Red Death in one of Edgar Allan Poe's more macabre pieces. His breathing was labored, like a man who had just finished climbing a mountain... or having raunchy monkey sex, your pick.
In his hand he held an ear. A single ear.
"The matador usually presents the ear of the bull he's killed to his woman. I suppose an amused kid could be similar..." he held up the human ear to Lumine, smiling.
"Oh my. What should I be most bothered with, the fact you are using a custom reserved for women on me. or that you deemed me "your" amused kid ?" His orange eye was glinting, almost glowing. He definitively had liked what he had just seen. "And what tells you that I am a kid ?"
"Dunno," Double tilted his head as more of the gore dripped down his cheek and onto his lips, "You're shorter than me. You're more mature than me, but you're still shorter. It's kinda cute, actually." The Maverick's smile widened, letting a bit of fang show. He was starting to like this Second Gen, a lot.
"Ah, this body annoys me." He sighed, as if it was the biggest of his worries. "But it would be a waste of energy to try to keep an older fum at all times. Energy better kept for... other things." He strugged. "And who suspects a little kid, at any rate... ?"
"Mn, the same type of person who'd suspect a rolly little dumpling, that's who," murmured Double.
It only took a few seconds for the Maverick to show Lumine what he meant.
"
"HI~! I'm sweet and adorable and everyone loves my clumsiness! No one would ever suspect that I'm an evil b*****d bent on destroying humanity!" The rolly form smiled, his dimples practically angelic.
But then another moment passed, and Double went back to his real form.
"God, I hate it when I have to do that..."
"...Oh my." Lumine's chuckles where evident, but he was doing a good job at not laughing out loud. "That sounds mighty embarassing. Maybe my situation is not as bad as I thought."
"No, not at all. At least you make a cute kid," Double huffed and crossed his arms.
"So... I bore easily. What is it that you want to do now, Lumi?" The nickname was cute, and Double thought that it suited him.
He didn't quite know weither to take cute as an offence, so said nothing, instead.
"Ah... I don't know much about here." He shrugged. "Going somewhere more... private might be a good start."
"Yeah. I've been hanging out in an underground cavern 'round here," said Double as he started to walk down another alleyway, "It isn't home, but it's better than being stuck with a bunch of human lovers. You can come with me if you want, if you don't mind getting your feet wet." He smirked playfully.
"Ah, if I must." He turned after a moment, almost as if he didn't want to stop looking at the carnage the other had caused. "Do I look like sutch a pansy to you ?" He asked in an equally playfull manner, visibely not taking any offence.
Double turned around and examined the boy thoughtfully, flicking some blood away from his chin.
"Honestly, you look like I could break you inbetween my thumb and index finger. You look like a little China Doll, not a dangerous Second Gen."
"Looks can be ratter decieving... but you know well enough how that song goes." Lumine gentely brushed the bang that covered his eye with an hand. "I hold the dna of most reploids that exist, or have existed, inside one of my chips. I can become quite dangerous if given a reason..."
Double couldn't resist asking, "So, you got me in there? I hope my mug is as handsome as I think it is." He laughed, obviously finding himself amusing, if not funny.
"But jeez, kid... that's what you really look like, right? You're not really some old lecher Reploid, hmm?"
"I do, yes. This is how I know your name, if you where wondering." He seemed to grow MIGHTY amused at the second comment. "I have no use of being anyone but myself at the moment."
"That means you must know my BROTHER!" Double snarled, but he soon calmed down, "Short little guy... rants about pacifism a lot... all bark and no bite. Goes by the name of X... he's a real pain in the a**."
"Ahhhh, X. Yes." He spoke, after a moment... visibely having looked trough his data to confirm. "Powerful in his own right... but no will to completely use that power. One of the reason I thank heaven that I don't to take on the personalities unless I need to do so."
