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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 7:50 pm
He moved through the city a bit clumsily, enticing a scream here and there. But the bird he was following did not seem to care for the crowds he was forced to pass through sometimes. The cold air stung but the burst of energy from the fruit kept him focused and moving. Those other things, the things he could not remember... they would have to wait until he got to wherever the bird was taking him. From the look of the sky, it was winter. The sun was out but behind the clouds. He breathed through his nose, but the scar still burned. Thoughts straying for a mere second and all he could think was: 'I'm going to have to kill the b*****d that did this to me.'
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:14 pm
Writ was being extra careful through Middling. More people were beginning to recognize him, and it was starting to get annoying, proving that too much of a good thing wasn't always better.
Ever since he spread the documents to the masses, there's been a mixed reaction around his presence. Some psudo-rebel pre teens came up to him to get a picture with him. Mothers held their children close whenever he passed. Writ traced the jumble of feelings to that profile page he copied. The words "Dangerous" and "Do not engage alone" were probably the cause of both fear and curiosity around him.
The streets around here were more or less empty. Which was a relief for a man getting tired of being stopped every five seconds to get hounded or adored by various people. The back street wasn't completely empty though, there was one kid giving off a curious vibe. Writ tilted his head.
Izzy?
These kids are growing like weeds. Just a few months ago that kid was talking about "Manning up" and now, he was literately manned up. Still, Writ decided to try his old trick on him. He snuck up on Izzy and grabbed him by the shoulders,
"Boo."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:28 pm
He finally was led to the alleys, empty and echoing the sounds from the streets. Once again he was completely focused on his destination, eyes glued upward. When the hand came down on his shoulder, something clicked in his head. He did not know if it was audible to whoever it was, but it rang in his head. Deep words asking him for papers. He panicked, ran. They took out their guns and... Izzy's mouth snapped open, the pain only charging the scream he let out. Spinning around, he grabbed the arm and swung a punch at the man behind him. Never mind the next click that fit the face with a name.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:46 pm
Writ wasn't expecting that one. The punch to the chest knocked the wind out of him. He staggered back and winced, Ciro's burn marks still stung when they were hit. Writ took a deep breath and held out a hand in front of him.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Writ gasped, "Hold up!" He held his knees and faced the ground, recovering from the attack.
"Izzy, it's me! Writ!" Another deep breath, "Geez man, what the hell was that about?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:00 pm
Izzy backed up a few steps and stared at Writ. A few shaky memories of a playground at night washed up in his muddled mind. The bird above him cried out and landed, staring at the two. He glanced up at it then back at Writ. He was surprised, to be honest. Mostly that Writ was here, and partially that he looked the same as he remembered him. "Writ." His jaw ached and his voice was a rasp, but he could not even care right now. "Writ, I'm... really glad to see you. It was not all... dreams. He leaned against the wall he had backed up to and closed his eyes. This meant that Tepin was real too. That he was not just crazy. His eyes snapped back open, and he lurched forward. "What's the date?" He asked shakily. He had to know, even though he did not really want to.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:41 pm
"Alright." Writ was used to dealing with recently traumatized people. Having dealt with a virtually raped Fish, a mentally scarred Faylen, and a more or less undead Seth, Writ felt like he had enough experience to deal with an out of touch Izzy. He grabbed Izzy by the shoulders, turned him around twice to inspect the damage.
"Your god did somethin', huh?" As if Writ had to guess. The kid was babbling like a crazy person so either he was bonked over the head or touched by his god. Or both. Gods were a crazy bunch.
"Other than the obvious, anyway. What happened?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:48 pm
"What's the date?" He asked again, head pounding and jaw cracking. "And... I don't really know. I... think I was... shot. I must have been in a coma. I just... want to know for how long? Is the game still going on? Has anyone... been killed?" His thoughts flashed to Tepin and he shivered. "I woke up in someones apartment..." He shook his head. "Just... what's the date?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:59 pm
Writ was so caught up in his own curiosity, he almost forgot to tell Izzy. So he told him the date, and gave him a final look-about. He rubbed his chin and sighed, where to start? Things have been happening everywhere, and he hadn't been keeping track of most of it. At least, any recent happenings.
"Well, the Blacksuits are everywhere and they're cracking down on everybody. Especially us. Other than that... Well, Seth's dead, sort of, but that wasn't the Blacksuits." That was all he could remember on the fly.
"Wait, did you say you got shot?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 10:28 pm
Izzy felt his head go numb. It had been nearly 6 months since it had happened. He felt a bit woozy and ended up sitting down, nodding at Writ's brief explanation. It took him a second to register the name Seth, but he could not draw a face so it must be a player he did not know. Writ probably did not even know who Tepin was, so he would have to seek her out later somehow. He nodded at Writs question, rubbing his scar. "Yeah... I think it was on the 4th of... July." He paused, the scar ached and he shuddered. "I'm pretty sure it was a couple of Blacksuits. They wanted papers... I think... and I... ran." He shook his head. "Look, it's not like I'm going to scar my face up like this on purpose..." The bird cried out from above again. Izzy looked up and glared at it. Standing he could feel the energy from the fruit wearing off. He had to get home. "Hey... can you talk on the move? I... need to get home."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 10:50 pm
There was a sense in urgency in Izzy's voice, which spurred Writ to grab his hand and lead him along, "Alright alright, come on." Writ started into a stride, forgetting about the fact he was dragging along an injured, half-mad teenager along with him.
"Well Izz, if it means anything, you've 'Manned up' a lot since last time I saw you. I mean, you got shot for gods sake." Writ smirked, "That's probably the most manliness injury ever."
Writ looked up at the bird that was stalking them. He licked his lips.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 11:10 pm
Izzy let himself get dragged along, glad to just be moving again. The bird followed from above, seemingly content with Writ's actions. He stumbled a bit, but managed to keep up. He let out a raspy cackle at Writ's joke. "I do suppose I have. Too bad I've been asleep for most of it." He inhaled deeply. "I'm just glad to be awake right now. But there's a lot I'm going... to need to do... turn right up here. We're not far now..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 11:19 pm
"That's the spirit." Writ smiled.
He followed Izzy's directions and kept his fast pace. Writ still didn't notice that pulling a seriously injured person at the rate he was going was bound to end in disaster in one way or another. Unfortunately for Izzy, Writ tended to ignore those kind of things.
"What kind of things you need to do?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 12:14 am
Izzy could feel the fruit wearing off even faster now and his bones began to ache. But they were very close now, he could almost feel the pull of the plants that were still alive in the warehouse. With his free hand he rubbed his jaw, it was raw, he had been talking so much... but he could not help but answer Writ's question. "I need to see to my plants, talk to Totec... get caught up on things. Find the b*****d who shot me and tear his throat out-" He choked for a second. Since when did he want to kill someone? "-and... find Tepin. I made a promise to her..." What the promise was a bit fuzzy, but he knew he had made one. "Left-" His legs gave out from under him, and he fell to his knees. He was dizzy and his breathing grew a bit ragged. The bird cried out again and he struggled to push himself back up. Nothing like feeling like a corpse.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 6:43 am
"I don't know who shot you, but-" Writ felt Izzy getting harder to pull. He looked to see him being literately dragged along.
Oh.
Writ grabbed Izzy by the arm and hoisted him up, "Come on, we're almost there, I think." He had no idea where Izzy lived, and the fact that they were in the warehouse district didn't make things any easier. Writ tended to avoid the labyrinth of shipping crates and abandoned buildings. His mental map of the city got a little fuzzy here. He nudged Izzy, making sure he was still conscious.
"I know there's a whole cafe full of Blacksuits in Middling, maybe you'll find your guy there." Writ said, "I was thinking about going down there myself, you know, spice things up. I could use some help."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 1:43 pm
"Yeah, we're really close now. Just another right turn up here and it's the building we'll be facing." His voice was softer, he was getting more and more woozy with each step. A small chuckle slipped out at Writ's comment. "I... don't think I'll... be much help liked this... I don't even know... if I can still do what... I do..." He felt nauseous at the thought that he might now have any powers at all right now. The bird cried out, and as they made the turn he was relieved to see the building still standing. Just another thing that he was now sure he hadn't dreamed.
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