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After a long day of apartment hunting, Writ was On the swings of a Middling playground, busy smoking the evening away. It was a lot harder than he first thought, he needed things like social security numbers and licenses and proof of age...

Writ didn't have any of that, which in turn, closed out most of the city for him. He would have to settle for a Downers apartment. The landlords around there didn't ask questions so long as you could cough up the cash each week-- Which wouldn't be such a problem, since his main source of income nowadays were stolen wallets and drained credit cards. it was too much of a risk to just get a job somewhere, you never knew when a Blacksuit was watching.

He shifted his weight slightly, his feet dragging and pushing the gravel underneath it.

Writ was blowing smoke until he heard someone. His ear twitched. He looked up to see who was it. No one there. His eyes closed, focused on the sound of the air, of the shuffle of someone's feet coming over from--.

He opened his eyes and looked northward. That way.

The footfalls were too slight to be from an adult, probably a stray teenager at most. Writ grinned. Some mischief was in order. He got on the ground, and changed into a coyote. Quietly, ears raised, he walked across the playground and towards the boy's footfalls. It had been a while since he's done some actual hunting, he didn't want to get rusty.

"Please don't see me Please don't see me Please don't see me"

If coyotes could smile, Writ would have. The kid he was stalking had godling aura on him. Even better! This promised to be entertaining. He went back on his two human legs and put his hand on the kid's shoulder. The man's shadow towered over the boy.

"Just because I can't see you doesn't mean I can't hear you."

Writ wanted to laugh. Geez! Gods sure knew how to pick them nowadays. It was a surprise he lasted this long. If the bloodthirsty teenagers didn't get him, then some upstart newbie would. Writ was confident that he knew all the adults, and none of them were terribly interested in the business of kid killing.

This godling should be considered lucky, if it were anybody else, Writ wouldn't be so sure of his fate. Still, he wanted to have a little fun with him. maybe instill some survival instinct into the kid.

"Come on kid, is that really how you're gonna die?" Writ grabbed the newbie's shoulder, stood him up and turned him around, his golden eyes staring intently into the kid's, "A real man faces his death with both eyes open and both fists raised."

He took a step back in a stance to show the newbie, "Like this." Writ smiled, "Come on, try it."

"No, no, like this! And spread your feet out." Writ went over to the godling and pulled his arms out in front of him, in a sort of Bruce Lee, Kung-Fu movie pose, "Like you know what you're doing, and you're not going to take their s**t."

He took a step back, looking at his work. Not bad. Writ hoped that the new godling wouldn't take his instructions to heart, all the times he fought he had wing it. It'd take a lot more than a cool fighting pose to stop a Blacksuit. Still, it was hard to see someone so timid play the game. What kind of god would choose someone like him?

"Okay, you got that down." Writ beckoned the kid, "Now you gotta look fierce."

"You know" He yelled, "get angry! Scream!!"

"You don't have to be angry, you just have to act angry." Writ nodded, "Like this."

He took a small jump, and ran towards Izzy, letting out a hoarse roar from his throat. His arms wound up for a punch. There was a predatory glint in his eye. It was a bluff, but if there was anything he learned from Coyote it was how to be a convincing actor. His whole body relaxed as soon as he got close to the new godling. It was homicidal madman to friendly neighborhood godling in one step.

"Name's Writ, nice to meet you." He held out a hand, "What's your name?"

"Izzy. Cool." Writ grabbed his hand and picked him up again, "You're fresh from the flower shop, aren't you?"

He took a breath. It may have been an act, but going in for the kill always got his blood pumping. "Sorry about that, I kinda got into it, you know how it is." Writ suspected Izzy had no idea how it was. He looked down at his feet, he wasn't quite sure how to make a good impression on a kid after nearly terrifying him to death.

"They're probably still on their honeymoon."

Looks like Izzy got into the game through that Anubis guy he heard about. It was lucky that he didn't have to go to Persy for his talisman. Writ remembered being scared of her when he started playing. It took him a couple growth spurts and a year away from her in order to have the courage to take her on with the same swagger he had on around Ciro. That's when he found out that her reputation wasn't all just rumors.

"Got nowhere to go No home, no nothing." Writ said, looking towards the setting sun, he held himself close. He looked back at Izzy, "You wanna go somewhere warmer?"

"Good thing she still is, if she knew what I was doing, she'd probably kill me." Writ grinned and looked at Izzy.

"What's got you scared kid?" He looked at the new godling quizzingly, "Nothing's gonna get you long as I'm around, where do you wanna go?" Writ laughed, being around Izzy was like dragging a little brother around.