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 Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 11:58 pm
Writ punched a button from the soda machine and out popped a can of Root Beer. Ever since that unfortunate night with Quinn, he was working towards kicking the habit. Waking up next to his rainbow-colored friend and a week of walking funny had kept him off the bottle cold turkey for about two weeks.
Writ snapped open the can and took a big gulp. He watched the crowds of people stand around the Blacksuit barricades, grumbling and mumbling, frustrated because their evening commute was currently being ******** up by some government agency that they've never seen before. Writ kept a low profile- he had his sunglasses on and his ears were less noticeable than usual. Until he figured out what he was going to with these suits, he was content with drinking his soda.
(Pre-OMGLETSTARTANANGRYMOBLOL)
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 10:05 am
He had been curious about the blockades, sure. But...he also wasn't fond of the idea of ever being caught as a 'mutant'. He'd seen movies and when the government caught mutants (or occasionally aliens), the ensuing process involved dissection. So self-preservation won out over curiosity and he made a note to avoid the blockades for a long as he possibly could manage. He'd been doing good so far, taking the alleys whenever he was in doubt (as it was now, the idea of roof-jumping or fire-escapes seemed way too risky, especially as sore as he was now). Before, he'd only taken alleyways to stay off the main drags in case Mother happened to be driving by in search of him. The current situation made his methods seem less paranoid and more practical, which pleased him.
But he'd gotten turned around today. He'd wound up weaving his way right to one of the barricades. Great- once again, his 'find the library' plans had been fouled up.
Perhaps being small, unassuming and easy to pass over would work to his favor, though. Plus, tucked behind the crowd...no one would notice, right? He hoped so- he could only run so fast for so long before his hip gave out. Plus, those Blacksuits probably carried guns and that self-preservation drive didn't much like the sound of being shot either.
Fay sidled up to the vending machines, trying to look nonchalant. It wasn't the soda machine that caught his interest but instead it was the snack machine next to it (those things, he noted, often came in pairs). He could get water and drinks from any public fountain. There were no fountains for food, though, so he inserted his quarters and mashed the button combo that would release a chocolate bar. So maybe he should have gone for chips to last him longer but...he was craving chocolate so!
Content with his choice, he turned as he saw a man come up to the soda machine and then leave to stand nearby. He felt the strange feeling wash over him once more- godling? He tilted his head and looked at the man a bit more closely. That guy...had looked familiar. He took a few steps closer. Perhaps... He gave the man a light tap.
"Mr. Vrit?" he ventured, familiar accent tweaking his words.
Fay probably looked a bit more scruffy than he had at the party. He needed to scavenge coins again the wash his clothes and a good rainstorm to shower under wouldn't hurt either. More striking, though, was a large, purpley bruise that was spreading over his cheek and nose. Thanks to a bad encounter with some Uppers bullies with too much free time, he'd ended up a little more banged-up than he'd have liked. At least Mr. Mercury had been nice enough to scare them off before they did any real damage.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 7:49 pm
"'Mister' Is my dad's name. We're all friends here." Writ said. He was still sipping his soda and staring at the barricade. With a bored sigh he looked down at Faylen and his chocolate bar, "What happened to you? You run into a suit or into another player?"
Writ's eyebrow arched, he didn't expect Faylen to get beaten up so soon. He figured there was some sort of unspoken rule among older players not to beat up the younger ones until they got older. The idea of killing godlings when they were way shorter than he wasn't kosher with Writ or his six foot height.
It didn't look like he met up with a Blacksuit, or else the kid would have more holes through him than Swiss Cheese. Even an opposing player was a friendlier face than a Blacksuit with a gun at this point in the game.
"You need to get home too, huh?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:34 pm
He licked some melted chocolate off his lips. Oh, it was so wonderful! Better than the chips at the party! Better than the hot dogs! To a kid, cady reigned supreme...epecially when it was such a rare treat. He should probably be saving his coins to launder his clothes but...well, fresh clothes would do nothing if you were starving. Plus, he needed all the morale boosting he could get right now.
"Not eizher one." he admitted uneasily to the older godling's question. "Zhere vere just some kids...big kids." he admitted slowly, staring down at the ground, his face growing red.
It sounded so stupid, now that he said it, that a group of normal kids had done such a number on him. It was even more pathetic when he thought of how much worse it would have been if Mercury hadn't chased them off.
"I am not used to fighting zhings." he mumbled, scuffing the white rubber toe of his red hightops into the pavement. There was still so much about The Game- and life in general- that he was still learning. He just hoped he could learn enough fast enough to keep him alive.
The 'home' comment made him squirm a bit and he kept his eyes down. "Vell, not right now. I just got turned around and ended up here." he said, rubbing the back of his head.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 10:07 pm
"Ah." Writ wasn't one of those kids that got bullied a lot, so he found it hard to empathize. Still, he gave it a shot, he did know quite a few godlings that were at the victim end of a bully. Crow, Quinn... Well, Faylen did know Quinn. (And if Writ's suspicions were right, he'll really get to know him after a few growth spurts.)
"I wouldn't worry about them too much, I remember when Quinn was little, he got pushed around a lot too." Writ shrugged, "You got chosen by a god, remember? The powers will come and those kids will regret messing with you."
It wasn't the best "Cheer up kid" but Writ tried. He was usually good with this sort of thing- but the Blacksuits had him worried.
"I don't think fighting's something you really can get used to." Writ sighed, "But if you're destined to do it, there ought to be some good reason, right?" He looked at the barricade, "I guess you gotta get past this mess, huh?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 9:55 am
He took another bite of his chocolate bar to cheer himself up some, glancing up to Writ when he mentioned how Quinn used to get bullied. He tilted his head from side to side. Really? But he was so nice and so cool!
"Really? Him too?" he said, feeling a little better. Maybe when he got big, people would leave him alone. Or even bigger bullies would bother him (though he hoped that by then, he'd have some grip on his powers- enough to shoo them off). "Mr. Mercury had problems vith bullies too. Do you know him? He is kind of short, has funny-looking feet, he can run real fast..."
On the topic of power he sighed and nodded again. "Ja, I know. Anubis said it vould take time. So did Quinn. I just vish it vould take less time...vhat vill happen if I meet a player who is not so nice?" he said, feeling the dred stir in his stomach at the thought.
He nodded at the last bit. His goddess told him that he had been chosen for a reason, even if he didn't understand just yet. She saw greatness in him...it was just buried and needed to be fostered. He was still dubious but...the gods had their reasons, right? Far be it for him to question...even if he didn't think it made any sense.
He looked to the barricade again. "I suppose so, ja. But how vill ve get by vithout being noticed?" he sighed. "You do not not look so bad, but my face..." he trailed off. Most people may think he was from the scene, but if someone were looking for people who may be 'different' or 'mutants'...they may not pass over him so readily.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 11:09 pm
"It's pretty common among godlings." Writ shrugged, "It's not like we 'fit in' or anything like that. I mean, I've went out with a girl with wings once. What can you do? Gods aren't subtle." He threw his empty soda can in the trash and stood at the end of the gigantic single file line that the Blacksuits grouped the crowds in.
"I wouldn't worry about the powers too much kid, heck, I got my powers when I was a teenager. Though..." Writ smirked, "When you start getting your powers, it's makes life a lot more interesting. It's like having all the keys in a room full of locked doors."
All it really took was to figure out which key went to which lock. Writ had an idea on how to get past the barricade and how to get a few chuckles along with it.
"Just play along with me when we get up front, okay?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 7:40 pm
He supposed it really wasn't so surprising that some godlings would get teased for looking different once their traits showed up. Especially the players that weren't lucky enough to only get off with scales (which, he had been thinking, he could try and cover up with some concealer if he had any). Wings...that was something else! He bobbed his head along, feeling a touch like one of those nodding dogs statues. "It is still a shame." he concluded. And painful sometimes, he thought, reaching up to gently touch his bruise.
Fay felt better once Writ reinforced that power took time to come in. "Good zhings come to zhose who vait, I guess." he intoned. Plus, the longer you had to wait for something...the sweeter it would be when it finally came, right?
He stood next to Writ standing on tip toes to try and see around the people in vain. He sunk back down looked uneasily at Writ. He didn't particularly want to go right up to the Blacksuits (especially with no way to defend himself outside of 'run like holy hell') but...Writ seemed smart. Granted his last 'follow my lead' concept had gotten him a dirty look from the cat-eared man so he hoped this tactic was a little better.
"O-okay...I hope you know vaht you are doing..." The smart thing would have been to tell him he knew some alleys that could get them through with some effort but...he was curious to see what Writ had planned and, being a people-pleaser, had a hard time saying 'no'.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 9:24 pm
"Heh, Vale said that to me too." That was a lie, but Writ thought it helped his credibility (Especially when Vale would say something like that to him later on) He only had half a plan in his head, he suspected if Faylen even knew what was going through his mind right now, Writ was sure that the kid would probably going the other way.
"Well, first off, a change of clothes." He pulled off his poncho and tossed it to Faylen, "Wrap this around your head, like a hoodie or somethin'"
Writ put a hand over his right eye. His forehead furrowed as he seemed focus on doing something. After a moment of hard concentration, he uncovered his eye, his right pupil was an inconspicuous blue while the other stayed it's feral gold color. He covered the other eye and his other pupil followed suit.
"Good thing this line's huge." Writ said, his tan skin was beginning to pale into a more generic skin color. He framed Faylen with his fingers for a second, then looked down on his hands.
"Eh, maybe a little more color." And with that, there was a little more red around his cheeks.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 10:12 pm
Faylen caught the poncho clumsily, holding the garment up and examining it briefly, mentally trying to figure out how to wind it and wear it so it accomplished what Writ wanted. He tossed it on awkwardly and set to making it look right. It wasn't quite as easily as he had hoped but judging by the slow pace of the line, he had time to get it down.
Some amount of struggling and frustrated German words said rather harshly later, Faylen had managed to make the poncho look like a passable hood. The shadows cast over his face hid the scales some...or at least it kept sunlight from glinting off them.
He looked over to the man, watching him work on his own task. He canted his head, looking a little like a curious dog. His mouth widened into a startled 'o' as Writ's skin paled back to a paler tone. He'd missed the eye thing as he fumbled with the poncho but this was just as impressive. Was that one of his powers? To change like that? Or was it just a convincing illusion?
"Whooooa, that vas amazing!" he said, eyes widened.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 12:10 am
"Oh, that's nothin', you should see what Quinn does with electricity." Writ touched his ears, making sure his ears weren't pointy enough to garner any attention. They seemed normal enough to pass. Satisfied, he tugged at his hair. His black locks slowly turned into a brownish color like Faylen's. Writ was tempted to put in the tips, but he figured that'd be pushing it.
"Crow actually mimicked people." Writ looked sheepish, "All I can do is make them up." It wasn't that great of a power-- compared to the competition it was kind of mediocre. But Writ managed it. He's been clever enough to last this long with just this small spread of powers. Quite frankly, he never had to use many of his powers against any players. Well, except Ciro anyway-- and Quinn in a technical sense. And Jubs... Okay, so he's had to use his powers on a lot of people, wasn't that the point of the game?
Writ pointed at Faylen, "You're my younger brother and you got some kind of skin condition, that'll work, right?"
"Next!" One of the Blacksuits barked out, Writ looked behind his back, they were up. They approached the barricade.
"ID?" The suit asked, looking at Faylen before looking up to his "Older brother".
Writ tried not to look surprise, but he completely forgot about why the line was so long in the first place. He didn't have an ID-- real or fake. This was going to be a problem... Writ grew tense.
s**t.
"ID?" The man in black asked again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 12:42 pm
Faylen listened to Writ as the line inched closer and closer to the front. He knew Quinn had some interesting powers- he'd liked the bright lights the man had made appear that first time they met- buit he didn't know about the lightening. Oh, he hoped he got powers that were cool like that!
"I zhink zhat making people up is just as cool as copycatting." he affirmed with a nod. If anything, it required more work to make someone up from scratch than to just mimic someone that existed. He seemed both amused and please with Writ's appearance and plan. He had always wanted an older brother so it was nice to pretend- even if only for a little while.
Finally, it was their go and Fay could feel his heart hammering as they approached the Blacksuits. He kept his eyes down and was content to leave things to Writ when the Blacksuit addressed him seriously.
Oh no. This wasn't good.
He looked up meekly, fidgeting a little as if he didn't understand the question. He canted his head again. Maybe playing dumb would change things. Or not. But he didn't have any ID card on him...well, except his library card. He wagered it'd be dangerous to use any sort of real ID, though, if Mother had let the authorities know he was missing (he wasn't sure she would, given how she disliked them but it was better to be safe than sorry).
He swallowed and stared blankly. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't good at winging it- not under pressure, anyways. He could think of things ahead of time if he really sat down and worked but...but...
"S-sie bitte?" He shook his head a few times. "Es tut mir Leid- ich spreche nur ein bischen Englisch. Ich verstehe nicht." he said, his voice coming of a little more higher than normal and considerably more nervous as words bumped into and ran into each other.
But then again, the fact he'd thought reverting to German had been a good idea was a good indicator he wasn't cool as a cucumber. He scratched at the back of his hands nervously and backed into Writ, clinging to him shyly, trying to play the part of a confused and startled child (not that he even needed to act there).
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 10:36 pm
Writ welcomed the angle that Faylen gave him to play off of. It was probably unintentional, but he didn't have any other ways to sneak out of it at his disposal.
"Hey!" Writ yelled at the Blacksuit, he held Faylen protectively, "Don't put him on the spot like that, he's very sensitive about his skin condition!" He gave the suit a glare, "We need to get to the hospital so we can get him some medicine!"
"Well then, Let me see some ID." The Blacksuit grunted. Another sob story. Unfortunate for the kid, but he had his orders.
"We don't got time to pull out our IDs man, my little brother's gonna die if we don't get him to the hospital!" Writ barked out at the Blacksuit, in hopes that maybe he'll have a sympathetic ear.
"Maybe you should've thought of that sooner." The Blacksuit said, "If you don't have your ID, scram-- residents only."
Writ took a deep breath. He didn't want to clock this guy in the face just yet.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 1:51 pm
He still hung on to Writ, trying keep his distance from the suited official. His heart was hammering now and he was just waiting for the man to pull a gun or a tazer on them. With his legs as shaky as they were, he doubted he could run very far if it came to that.
He half-listened to Writ as he argued with the Blacksuit. How could a skin infection be so serious? It didn't make much sense, he thought, unless it was part of something bigger. But then again, Faylen was no doctor and Writ seemed pretty smart so...he supposed he ought to keep playing along. It wasn't like they had anything else to work with.
He coughed a few times as they talked, trying to make it sound as unhealthy as he could. After they finished he coughed again, dropping to his knees and trying to look woozy when he attempted to stagger upright again.
He wasn't horrible at feigning illness- it wasn't uncommon for him to fake sick or fake an injury so he could eat lunch in the nurse's office or spend recess with the teachers. It was much nicer than being with the other kids who knocked him over or pushed his tray against his chest. The trick in skipping out on lunch and recess was selling it and Fay thought he did pretty good most of the time.
Of course, Blacksuits were not teachers and were therefore not paid to care about how you felt so only time would tell how well his acting worked.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 12:17 am
"See! Come on man, just let us through!" Writ grabbed Faylen and held him close, trying to play the "Concerned older brother"
"I don't care if you're carrying a corpse kid, no one's getting through without an ID!" The Blacksuit snarled, reaching into his suit.
Writ sighed. This wouldn't be one of his cleverest moments, but hey-- even the most clever trickster has at least one story about them getting the short end of the stick. This was just going to be that one story that Writ would tell after a few beers with some friends. Yeah, beers. Two weeks of sobriety or not, Writ was not expecting himself to keep his own promise. Like right now. His original plan? Out the window. Now it was time to improvise.
"Looks like I don't have a choice." Writ scooped up Faylen with an arm and held him underneath his arm. He turned around, about ready to leave, when he paused.
Sigh. He rolled his eyes and took another deep breath.
In one swift turnaround, he launched a left hook to the suit's face. The huge blacksuit seemed unfazed, he reached inside his pocket and took out a tazer
"RUN!" Writ yelled at Faylen, then looked down at the kid in his arms.
Oh, right.
Writ took his own advice and broke through the blockade, the blacksuits were taking chase, and their guns were being ********. ********. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck." Writ mumbled, looking for a place to hide.
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