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Oliveman

PostPosted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 10:25 pm


It was about time for a break. Writ decided. After breaking Blacksuit blockades and consoling angsty friends, Writ decided that it was about time to look after his own self interests. A demigod couldn't work for the world all the time. Coyote was a perfect example. The last time Coyote had done anything for anybody was at Woodstock, and Writ wasn't quite sure if he was giving them his blessing, or just ******** them up for kicks. Either way, Writ figured that it was alright for a god's cultist to be a little selfish every once in a while.

So he decided to do some girl-fishing.

It was an easy angle. Writ went into some quaint cafe, ordered a mug of cheap coffee and put a notebook out in front of him. Find a nice looking girl and start saying some sweet things to them, preferbly things of the poetic type. Girls just loved those artistic writer types. Now Writ wasn't a writer by any means, but he knew what to say, and he thought the gift of gab would be enough.

He had been watching this one girl for a while now, or at least, the back of her head, but her body looked like it'd have a cute face attached to it. She didn't seem to be a regular in this particular cafe, so she probably didn't know of Writ. The godling figured he could go for it.

"Don't think I've seen you around here before." He said, putting a hand on the back of the girl's chair.
PostPosted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 10:36 pm


The cup of coffee in front of her had long since gone cold, and Zyanya had been reading the same sentence in the book in front of her over and over and over again. This had to have been the thirtieth time that she'd read Break not your sleeps for that: you must not think that we are made of stuff so flat and dull. Hamlet. Pleasure reading, of course - there was only so much research the young woman could abide by. And at the moment, the Game was the last thing on her mind. Then again, she could barely keep her mind focused on the pages in front of her either.

The voice startled her, body tensing. "Si." she spoke, the much less childish tone of voice spilling past her lips. She'd been so surprised when she'd first spoken after the growth spurt that her goddess had so kindly bestowed upon her. "I do not come here often." Zyanya didn't lift her head from her book having only been startled for a moment.

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Oliveman

PostPosted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 11:02 pm


Ah, Spanish. Writ loved Middling. It was only around here that one could find girls from all over the world, and only need to know English to hit on them. Writ glanced down at the girl's book. A reader. Readers definately dug writers. This would be easy.

"Shakesphere, eh? I know a bit of the ol' bard myself. " Writ pulled an empty seat across from her.

"Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
"

He quoted the only quote he knew from Shakesphere, he didn't quite know what it meant, but it sounded easy enough to remember and smart enough to get a few impressed looks off the ladies, so he went with it. Writ set up shop with his notebook and cup of coffee on the table-- he was here to stay a while.
PostPosted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 11:17 pm


There was no impressed look from Zyanya at the quote, however. The Godling raised her head, brown eyes widening slightly at the sight before her. Writ. She kept bumping into him at the most random of times. "I didn't take you for a Shakespeare man, Writ" she said with a tilt of her head, fine eyebrow raising. The markings on her cheeks had darkened, her hair had grown out, and she had definitely filled out a small bit (though still short, damn it!) during her growth spurt but it was fairly difficult to not recognize her from those stripes.

The book was closed after glancing to the page number, cold coffee raised to the waitress to get it re-heated. She couldn't afford another cup at that point. It had taken the little bit of money she'd had stashed away to purchase it to begin with.

"I'm not much for Shakespeare. But the story of Hamlet seemed quite fitting. The impossibility of certainty. Action. Death. Inevitability." A shrug of her shoulders. "Maybe I'll learn something."

Kyribird

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Oliveman

PostPosted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 12:00 am


It took a minute for Writ to realize how this girl knew his name. He tilted his head to get a better look at her.

Oh.

Ohhhh.

Writ figured he didn't sense Zyanya's aura before was because he was thinking with a completely different organ. He looked down at his coffee cup, his face was flushed. It doesn't get any more awkward than hitting on someone you've met as a kid. How the hell did Vale do it? Tepin was practically his sister and he didn't seem to have any qualms about dating her after she grew up! Maybe Vale was a lot more despicable than he thought.

Writ sighed. He just didn't have the drive to do anymore girl-hunting. Even when he decides not to get involved with the Game, the Game decides to get involved with him. Such is a fate of a godling, he supposed.

Despite all that, Writ tried to make the best of it, "Sounds like my kind of book, cept' for the death part. I've heard that death was a dark, damp cave with a dog at the end. But the action sounds nice." He smirked, "How's the god-given growth spurt working out for ya?"
PostPosted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 12:16 am


Well, Zy was kind of avoiding the Game at the moment, so she really wasn't all that interested in discussing it at length. "As they say, Cada uno lleva su cruz." There was almost a bitter tone to her voice. No, growing up hadn't been all fun and games. While she'd gained six inches (which was a feat for her, thanks) she had also nearly been drowned and then after learning of her new abilities been sent home to face her family in this newly grown body. It hadn't gone very well.

And then there was her mother. She was terrified about that.

"Though I admit to being curious as to how my betrothed will take it when he sees me." Oh, yes, Zyanya was looking forward to Rafael's reaction to her new body. She was very pretty, even she had to admit that! Of course after this there was no hiding that she was in the game. None at all.

"And how are you, Writ?"

Kyribird

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Oliveman

PostPosted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 12:41 am


And.... She has a fiance? It could be a lie. It probably was one, but that still didn't keep Writ's hopes from crashing to the ground. Maybe he could find someone nice and not in the Game. Like Fish, except not a guy. He wasn't like that, he was just lonely.

At least Writ could empathsize with Zy and the issue of growing up, "Yeah, you got my god to thank for putting another dimension to the Game."

When asked how he was feeling, Writ shrugged.

"Oh, I'm fine, blowing things up, inciting riots, being the rumor on everyone's lips, you know." Writ doubted Zyanya knew at all, "The usual grind."
PostPosted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 1:03 am


One who she didn't want to marry, and one who definitely did not wish to marry her. Maybe she wouldn't have to, now. Who knew what paths they would go down. "Another dimension?" she questioned, not quite sure she understood. She'd been fairly secluded and had tried to keep out of it for the last while.

No getting around it now, she supposed, even if she was relishing her vacation from the meddling Goddess in her brain.

"No, I don't know, actually. Elaborate?"

Kyribird

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Oliveman

PostPosted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 3:38 pm


It's a chest joke. Writ thought to himself. He didn't expect Zy to get it, and he wasn't going to elaborate on it. Still, he had to say something. A lot of godlings he's seen lately have definitely not been on the ball with things.

"Haven't you read the papers? You know, Blacksuit headquarters getting smashed up, riots at the blockades, all that fun stuff. All thanks to yours truly." Writ smiled. Modest, he was not.
PostPosted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 4:08 pm


"No, I haven't. I've been busy. Taking care of my younger siblings is a tiresome task, along with all of my research...No, I don't really seem to pay much attention to things around me. Something my Goddess is not all that pleased with." She had a new respect for Chalchiuhtlicue, she really did. There was a level of trust there now that was not there before. But really, at the moment, she was dealing with so much more than The Game.

"Miss? Your coffee?"

Zy's attention went to the waitress and she took it with a soft thank you, bringing it to her lips to take a slow sip of it.

"So. Vandalizing and riots, huh? You certainly are a mischief maker." Pause. "Been busy, then?"

Kyribird

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Oliveman

PostPosted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 6:27 pm


"You sure sound like it." Writ was just picking up on Zyanya's stress. It was bad enough to grow up overnight, it was another thing to deal with the family. Writ was rather blessed to be the only child in the family. Siblings tend to notice when their younger half suddenly grow taller than them. It seemed a lot harder to disappear.

"You alright?" Writ tilted his head the other way at Zyanya, "I remember my first growth spurt, I was a bit off too."
PostPosted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 6:38 pm


Zyanya pursed her lips, "Depends on your definition of 'alright' I suppose." She wanted to be strong and hold it all in. Her family was important and she was an important part of it and as the oldest it was her duty to take care of them. Her father worked to put food on their table, her mother did too - but she knew that responsibility would be coming to her soon as well on top of The Game.

"Mi madre se está muriendo."

It sounded worse in Spanish.

"...My mother is dying." There. A sadness came to her eyes as she hastily looked down to the coffee in her hands. It wasn't as good as adults made it out to be. Odd thing to think about, considering what she just said, but perhaps it was because her mind was rather scattered.

"I don't know if I can continue the Game when she does. Who will take care of my siblings? How irresponsible can I be?" Rafael would understand - but she didn't want to go to him.

Kyribird

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Oliveman

PostPosted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:17 pm


"Oh." Writ looked down at his coffee. He honestly didn't really know what to say about that. With the increase of Blacksuit surveillance, combined with the apparent bloodthirsty players out there, Zyanya was going to have a hard time actually avoiding the Game. Writ tried to take a day off from it, and he ended up meeting a grown Zyanya. Writ figured the only real way to get away would probably be to get out of the city, but even then, the gods in their heads could come and go as they pleased.

Writ grimaced, "I'm sorry." he took a long sip of his coffee. Unlike Zyanya, he was practically raised on the stuff.

"I don't think you really can stop playing." He didn't want to be the bringer of bad news, but it was just an unfortunate reality, "I mean, I'm a nice guy, and I really don't want to kill anybody, but there's players out there who would, I just talked to a dead guy a couple of days ago, I know."

He was rambling and he knew it. All this death talk was quickly getting him depressed.
PostPosted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:26 pm


"I do not want to kill anyone either," she admitted, "I think I came into it for the wrong reasons. I did not think it would be so..." Zy paused, looking up from her coffee. "So." There was no other word she could think to describe it. Granted, she hadn't had much of an issue. Only a small handful of people actually knew she was in the Game. But it was more obvious now than before.

At least to those who had met her before her spurt.

"I am sorry, Writ. I did not mean to bring you down. I am simply...A bit overwhelmed." She winced as he mentioned speaking to a dead guy just a few days ago.

"It is true what they say, Writ. A quien Dios ama, le llama. Whom the gods love die young. Mama said it when my aunt Theresa died. I think it more fits this Game. It should be the damn motto."

The coffee was pushed away, "How have you made it so far in the Game? Have you...killed anyone?"

Kyribird

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Oliveman

PostPosted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:48 pm


"Bloody?" Writ finished her thought, "Yeah, well I guess that's why they start us off young, you know? Give us all these fantastic magical powers, lure us in, grow us up, then tell us we gotta kill each other with them." He sighed, "I've made enough friends in the Game to keep them from killing me, and I don't really have any reason to kill them. Though I figure I'm just delaying the inevitable, someone's going to have to win this Game one day." A shrug. It wasn't something that crossed his mind until now, but it wasn't exactly in his immediate future either. He didn't think much of it.

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players." Writ said the only other line of Shakesphere that he knew, "Though I guess in our case, it's more of an arena."

There was a depressed pause.

"Ugh, this talk about death is really getting to me." Writ stood up, took his mug of coffee and downed the entire thing with one gulp, "You wanna go for a walk? Sitting down talking about stuff like this makes me anxious."
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