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 Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 7:36 pm
A sudden, jarring thought had kicked Demy's a** up and right out of bed. He had a brother now. A little brother (or so he would call him. He really had no idea on Toby's age). And big brothers took care of little brothers! Which meant he'd have to investigate his bro's 'dangerous shiny' and be sure it wasn't causing him problems.
Yes.
He had, afterall, been keeping a close eye on Z to make sure no signs of illness sprang up. His brother though, that was another story. Better to just go in, investigate, and go from there.
Of course!
So, sneaking out of the bedroom, Demy made his way through the house to find out where the other boy was sleeping. Of course, Demy's idea of 'sneaking' wasn't all that stealthy, but at least he wasn't running through the house screaming.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 7:51 pm
At this point, Demy could have run around traipsing like a dinosaur for all that Toby cared. He was curled into a half-circle, one arm draped around the leg frame of the couch-that-quite-wasn't. It had been a long night, and had taken him longer still to actually get to sleep, and his brain wasn't going to let anything, even the apocalypse, wake it now.
Or so it seemed.
With a small snort, he rolled onto his back, drool slightly trickling down the corner of his mouth. A small ray of light peered out from between the dusky window curtains, most likely wondering why the heck it even bothered to try to waste its precious resources waking this hapless sleeping body.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 8:06 pm
Aha!
A small snort and a shifting body. Brother, you have been found! Grin spreading, Demy tip-toed his way over to the couch. His bro was going to be so thankful when he found out how Demy had heroically rescued him from the dangers of the shiny!
Not that Demy had ever put two and two together and realized it was Toby himself that had been the one to 'warn him' of the star seeds. But hey, whatever.
Sneak sneak sneak. Awhh, lookit him sleeping! It was almost adorable... The drool was kind of ruining the overall image. But hey, his bro had plenty of time to work his way up to 'perfection' level. Or something.
"Hey there bro..."
The voice was soft, Demy kneeling beside the sleeping boy.
"Juuuust gotta check something man, no worries, you'll be fine!"
And with that he plunged his hand straight into the other's chest.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 8:33 pm
What does one feel when their star seed has been ripped out from their chest? Perhaps a cold, sinking sensation, the rush of darkness in their ears, the scream of their very existence beating against foreign claws.
Fortunately for him, Toby had yet to feel this. It was also, kind of hard for him to experience such a sensation when attacked by a less-than-experienced other.
And apparently said step-brother had more force than even the apolcalypse itself, as Toby pretty much cringed in his sleep at feeling well, something, and looked straight up. His first thought was perhaps, he was finally getting laid by pretty non-alien red-haired girls of the sort. The second, was that it was a little uh, well high up and, again, it was male.
Painfully, familiarly, male.
There was an awkward moment of silence as he pretty much stared up at the culprit and then, trying to the best of his abilites to follow their hand. A hand which was half concealed by his chest.
Shouting something in between a gurgle and a scream, he stuck his knees under the other's stomach and kicked outwards, doing the best of his ability to get the offender off, attempting to quickly scurry off the couch into a more reasonable hiding spo- owww ******** his back, maybe he shouldnt' have slept like that. Ok, slow clambering, slow is good.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 8:45 pm
...Huh. He hadn't managed to grab a hold of -anything-. What the hell? Well...wait. Maybe his brother was safe from the shinies, and that's why he felt nothing?
Or...maybe he just had to dig deeper! Yes, clearly -that- was the answer. It was around the moment that the thought to dig deeper occurred to him when knees suddenly connected to stomach and sent him flying.
With a thud Demy hit the floor while his brother scurried away. Now..what the hell! That was -rude-.
"Dude, man, I'm just doing you a favor alright? I have to make sure there's no dangerous shinies lurking in your chest. So be a -good- little brother and get over here so I can check you!"
Scrambling to his feet once more (though now accompanied by a frown), the boy stalked along after his scrambling 'family'.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 2:06 pm
There was nothing in that sentence the other had just said that didn't make Toby want to smack him to oblivion and back. Trying to fix the horrendous crick in his back at the same time, he attempted to stand up as straight as he could, giving Demy his best glare.
"I know how you can do me a favour," he began, voice dangerously calm while a normally 99% dormant part of him was just about ready to rip the other's throat out. It hadn't even occurred to him at this point HOW or even WHAT the other was doing: he was too busy thinking about getting rid of the offensive, strange creature standing in front of him as soon as possible. "How about we play a little game? Lets see how far you can get AWAY from me STARTING NOW."
He tried to ready a defensive position as if to say, 'come any closer and I'll make you wish you hadnt', though sadly in reality, he was quite a bit shorter than Demy.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 9:10 pm
"No can do bro, I can't leave you in danger! You're family, ya know? Gotta take care of you!"
Oblivious to the threatening nature of Toby's new stance, Demy continued to stalk forward. He really had to wonder why he was putting up such a fuss. It wasn't like he was killing him or anything!
If only he knew.
While Toby was giving his best glare, Demy's frown was quickly fading back into his typical grin. Really now, if his brother would just stop protesting this could be done and over with and they could get onto more important things. Like getting some breakfast! Or finding a way to con Toby into showing off his shiny collection.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 10:10 pm
...Why was the thing calling him 'bro' now?
Last's night's events suddenly flashed in his brain in fast-forward mode, retelling of an adventure so gruesome, so horrible that, well, he had honestly repressed it until now.
But it was strange: last night his "step brother" had seemed rather normal, if not a little sleepy and obnoxious. Sure they had the same obnoxious rambling tone, but he could almost not believe that this strange, crazed person was the same person from last night. All they needed was a large bloody machete to complete their look and it would be complete.
They were completely, homicidal and insane. And they were related to him.
Maybe it was the glint in their eyes, or the way that they held themselves, not quite properly. Toby took a good, analyzing look at them - well as analyzing as one can get after they had been attacked at 7:00 freaking am in the morning - and thought for a long, agonizing second. The signs were pointing towards a single direction: the fact that the other was obsessively looking for "shinies", their strange ability to lunge INTO people's bodies, even their very appearance.
His had brother wasn't just homicidal: he was possessed.
Oh crap oh crap, why hadn't he taken those episodes of Ghostfacers seriously that time when they were on TV? He could barely remember what one had to do when dealing with possession: did they use the salt first to drive out the possessing entity, or the iron to dissolve it? Did their house EVEN HAVE iron?
Thankfully, the 'living room' was actually merged with the kitchen itself. Quick! Distract the other while looking! "Um... well... about those shinies..." His eyes scanned around the room, where was the salt, where was it? Oh right, in the shelf above the microwave! He backed up as quickly as he could while still talking. "I might remember something about that, you know..." that's right, keep the other distracted while he went for the prize, "It's just I-"
And in a fluid motion, he lunged for the container, knocking over some curry spices and molding garlic from the compartment. One hand closed over the object of his salvation, he quickly ran towards Demy and threw all 2 litres of salt right towards the other. That'll stop them!
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 10:54 am
Which shinies was he talking about? The ones in his collection that Demy certainly hoped he remembered, or the dangerous ones residing inside people that Lt. Torbernite had told him about? If his brother knew about that kind then...well then they'd have all kinds of stuff to talk abou---
Wait.
What the hell was Toby doing? Demy stopped his advance, an eyebrow quirked at the sudden meeting between spices and floor. Ew man, that garlic was pretty rancid and---
WHAT THE HELL?!
And it was sometime during his leap back from the sudden onslaught of SALT that Demy instinctively powered up to his lieutenant form. A mere second later and the fake-guitar was off his back and held in front of like a...well like a weapon. Brother or no, Toby was facing one hell of a beat down.
"Alright look man, I was being nice before..."
And he was stepping forward again, walking rather unconcerned over the salt. Sorry Toby, it offered no salvation for you.
"But now you're just starting to push your luck."
The controller clattered to the floor as Scheelite dropped it in favor of launching a tackle straight at the other.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 11:25 am
Aha! The evil spirit residing in the other had already backed up from the onslaught, it was working!
That is, it seemed to work until they apparently had receded into their true spirit form. Gone were the ordinary (well, really not that ordinary come to think about it) clothes, replaced by a striking blue shirt-pants combo, glowsticks, and... was that a Guitar Hero Controller?
And that was when his brain finally made the second association. A very long, slow, "Oh... ********" was currently looping in his mind, just long enough for the other to finish whatever-the-heck they might have been saying and well, launch themselves at the quite unfortunate and stricken Toby.
He went down with a heavy thunk before his reflexes finally caught up with him. Up went his arms, defensively, trying to pry this strange, strange person off him. And by person he meant Lieutenant. And by Lieutenant he meant LIEUTENANT SCHEELITE. His right arm trembled a bit off the other's weight, and he tried his best to at least wriggle out of their grasp. "Wait a second!" another desperate struggle to get their freaking limbs as far away from his as possible as he took one deep, long breath -"WILL YOU JUST STOP FOR A SECOND!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 11:41 am
Yes Toby, it was indeed a guitar hero controller! If you weren't chucking salt at your 'brother' maybe he would have sat down and played it with you.
But not now. Nope. Now he was pissed off. ...Well not really, Demy rarely got 'pissed off', but he was definitely annoyed.
During his attempt to pin down the other's now flailing arms, Toby just -had- to speak up. The first cry when unnoticed, but the second finally forced Scheelite to stop. UGH. FINE. What the hell did he want?!
Muttering something about how little brothers are supposed to -behave- and listen to their older brothers, Scheelite sat back and fixed him with a look that said 'go on and say whatever the ******** it is you want to say'. Thankfully Schee was sitting back in a way to put most of his weight on his own knees rather than poor Toby, but he sure as hell wasn't getting up and providing the other with a chance to escape.
"What?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 11:58 am
He looked warily at the Negaverse Lieutenant, still smouldering with anger at just being attacked like that. This whole morning just seemed like an entire joke: maybe there were gods out there in the universe who thought it was funny to torture him at his own expense. Making sure that Scheelite was indeed, not going to counter-attack, he attempted to straighten himself up and make sure all his bones were still in their proper places.
"Ok look, this is all a HUGE mistake," he said this with all seriousness, trying to make himself sound a little more commanding. "What I mean is, LIEUTENANT SCHEELITE, maybe you should consider WHO you are attacking before you actually do."
Toby eyed the other critically, angrily. "Didn't anyone teach you that attacking others is wrong?"
And, with that, he shifted to his Negaverse guise - stood up, and-
- socked the other. Sure, if a certain someone with sunglasses and purple hair had even so heard a word of what he was doing, Torbernite might have lost his head faster than one could say "I'm a virgin", but there was noone else here BUT them. Not to mention the other had it coming for them, really.
Eyes narrowing, he took on a battle stance, smirking. "Bring it on, newbie." He was gonna beat the crap out of them, and THEN they would talk.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 3:21 pm
...Oookay.
He had been pretty sure he had never said his Negaverse name to Toby here, so exactly why was the other boy now speaking to him in a very commanding tone and using his full Lieutenant name?
"Psh, not attacking anybody! Just trying to help out my bro--"
He fell silent as the other shifted to his own Lt. form. Well...s**t. Really? REALLY? Torbernite was his step-brother?!
Hey! That was kind of cool! They knew each other and stuff! ....Okay not really, but now at least he could confide in someone besides Z's stuffed bear! This would be awesome.
Then, of course, any thoughts were smacked right out of his head by the lovely fist connecting with his body. His buddy, his brother had HIT him?!
Oh it was so ******** on now.
The second the air was back in his body Schee was scowling at Torb. Newbie? Newbie. He was NO god damn new----okay yes he was. But he could still kick his little brother's a**! And he definitely intended to prove just that.
He dropped to the floor, quickly spinning his leg around in an attempt to knock Torbernite's legs out from under him. And man, if he succeeded, you could bet he'd be on the other in an instant with fists flying.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 7:37 pm
If his grin could get wider, it might have. Oh, he knew EXACTLY who they were, and he was going to beat the snot out of them and teach them some proper resp-
- and was pretty much bowled over by Scheelite's kick. All right no more mental taunting in mid-battle, this was a war between siblings (or step-siblings even), the war to decide who indeed would get the 'elder and more respected' card. Granted, if either of these two Lieutenants were female, they might have considered other options such as perhaps talking, but such logic was lost since the beginning of the scuffle along with the Boys Will Always Be Boys Syndrome.
Flailing a bit to try and avoid the coffee table in the center of the living room-slash-kitchen, he all but tripped over his own feet in the process, landing awkwardly on one knee. It hurt slightly, but not as much as his ego. Oh they were so NOT getting the upper hand!
His supporting hand felt something underneath: it was an ugly set of hollow plastic Santa ornaments, each one roughly three inches tall. Torbernite smirked. "Hey newbie," and he lobbed the first of the ornaments at the other, aiming for the head. "Catch!" One more happily smiling santa followed in procession, and he was already picking up the third.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 7:55 pm
Boys would indeed be boys, even though certain agents would argue the fact that "She-lite" was even a boy, but no matter. And in the end it wouldn't matter who got the 'elder' card because Demy would forever refer to the other as his 'little brother'.
But this wasn't about to stop him from beating the snot out of him and putting him back into his place!
Schee had jumped back from his attack, just in time to be smacked in the head with one grinning St. Nick. A hand flew up to rub at his head as the second one made it's mark. What the HELL? Christmas ornaments. Christmas ornaments. REALLY?
He had snatched up his controller, and readying it like a baseball bat sent the third ornament sailing back at it's owner with a nice resounding 'thwack!'. Sure, the guitar wasn't -meant- to be used in this way. But hey, whatever worked right?
That done, he dropped the guitar once more in favor of readying his own projectile. Torbernite? Meet GLOWSTICKS. Scheelite loves them, and you're about to find out they hurt like a b***h when swung at you. Holding onto the string, Scheelite swung the mass of glowsticks right at the other's head.
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