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 Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 10:13 am
He had a hard time adjusting to the new vision. Shapes and colors that didn't have anymore detail then that just pissed him off. They said something, he thought about merging. Half Youma, no longer useful to Metallia. Something along those lines.
He didn't give two shits really. He was ready to go home. He hadn't stuck around long enough to listen about 'Glamour' or 'time limit' and had asked Haüyne to transport him home.
They were the only one he could trust after all.
"So what happened, Where's the snake dude?" He nibbled on a juice box they had brought for when he was sick. It tasted good, which was probably a good sign, and he was less well...sickly looking. But it was hard to tell when there was littered scales on his face and arms that were dark brown. Even in his eyes, you couldn't tell anymore.
He did gravitate towards the Senshi because of their heat. That was new.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 7:18 pm
Haüyne wasn't sure how to play the who thing, but at the least, the very least, it was nice that Pyro was walking and talking. "It disappeared. It bit you and pouf it was gone. I ...." "You didn't have scales before. I think it's in you. Like..." There was a pause and some steps along, listening to the air in the tiny juice straw as he drew on it. "Like Mr. Babadook. You opened your mouth, only it opened it's mouth, and got its fangs all in, and got inside you. There wasn't any ash or anything. They said you might come out partly Youmafied, the meds when they were prodding you. It was that or full out Youma. But you're not that, cause you're still an officer with a starseed and you aren't slavering to eat 'em. You remember me. So. Partly. Like some other officers have been. I don't really get what that all means, though. Maybe talking to any of the ones it's happened to could help. " " ba-ba-dook dook doooooooook. " The croaking, rumbling, rasped sounds built in volume and the super senshi made Creepy Raptor Hands at the officer. "So you don't feel anything different inside? "
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 11:10 am
"Half youmafied?" He paused and then shuddered. "So like...not really human anymore, but kind of. Monster." The words echoed deep inside him and made his teeth grit a bit. He didn't think it was that dramatic right?
"In me sounds ******** perverted." He sipped again and then watched with slight amusement and horror at her movements. To his vision, it looked like a heat blob with long gangly arms coming out. But he was pretty sure he could imagine Haüyne's face making some sort of open mouth scary epitome of the netflix movie creature.
"I don't see like I use too." He crushed the box and tossed it into a circular object, which wasn't a garbage can but close enough. "I can see you, cause you got like orange and red which means you're warm. Then like, I see everything in blue's and greens. cold. Feels like a game." He stretched his arms out, "Am I getting warmer?" He made his way towards her and then lowered them.
"I don't know anyone to talk to about it." He tilted his head, "You know some other half youma's, Sssssenshi?" The last part came out with a hiss and he slapped over his mouth.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 4:35 pm
"I don't know....are they mutually exclusive? Wasn't centaurs being 'not human' a thing in a book somewhere? But they're still people just because they've got horsebutts. Like....sure, people would stare in the grocery store, but people stare at anyone with dwarfism, people with lots of tattoos and goths. " Haüyne paused mid-pantomime and caught his outstretched hands, placing them onto the hips of weirdo pleather-leather-whatever senshi magic used in order to fashion the weird bootyshorts of the thing that passed as a super senshi uniform. "This is me. " "NO KIDDING REALLY?" The head tilt was precisely mimicked, "So you can't even see TV's at all? Movies are going to get really boring." "And Netflix. And Hulu. And the internet. Oh no, can you not read then? Like....you and Braille. Or audio books. WHOAH THERE SSSSsssatan, don't go all parselmouth on me. " Parselmouth. That was another thing like the centaur thing. What was that from? "Are you You in there, or are you having DoubleThink like someone else was talking?? What was that? Repeat after me- I don't eat my friends unless they're FwB."
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 9:55 am
"I don't know about all that s**t, homeschooled. Isn't like centaurs like...still considered monsters? I feel like they are." He rubbed his arm, feeling the scales and frowning.
As his hands were taken, he felt them pressed against their hips and he cocked his head. Pretty nice, they felt warm. He liked warm. He totally wasn't gravitating to them like a uh....creeper...he hoped.
"So I was...warm...." He snickered but he kept his hands there because, god so nice and warm.
"I can still hear them I guess, but yeah, like everything is ******** up. Not sure if I am happy about this but like...." He leaned in, "There is two warm blobs like past a bunch of buildings too. They are faint, and they look like....they are melting together." He snorted and then leaned back.
"Sorry, It slipped out." He rolled his tongue in his mouth a bit, "Like...I can feel something inside me, and it makes me feel a little different you know. Like okay, calm down, not going to eat you, what's FwB? No anyways like...I don't know how to ******** explain...."
He let them go now and shrugged. "I don't eat my friends unless they're FwB..." And just because, "FwB are friends, not food."
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2016 3:08 pm
Homeschooled? That meant something significant- the fuzzy bits of memory sifted to show other kids in classes who were wearing out-of-fashion hand-me-downs from families with seven children, who didn't know who Darth Vader was, weren't allowed to read books with anything resembling magic in them, and always had a bagged lunch from home that involved really nice looking sandwiches and Annie's snack rabbits packets. "Were your parents all religious and like...no TV and no Peter Pan books or anything with pixies, and no mixed fibers stuff? I mean, that's all cool and religion is cool, whatever people want. I'd just be like...I'd have a better idea of jokes and references that might not mean anything to you. People keep making comments you don't understand gets all old, and prickly, and usually people feel like you're talking down to them when that happens. Which I'm not- I don't want to talk down to my bud. Wait..." "Are you still living with your folks? I mean, there's a bunch of us that are like 15, right?" "We gotta figure that s**t out. And like...school. Are you in school? That one's pretty easy though with the cyperschool GED's. " "Friends With Benefits, man. Casual hook ups. 'Eating' in the not PG way, I was trying to tell a joke and get a smile. I know you got your eye on the high class ladies. "
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2016 8:28 pm
He shrugged, "I wasn't taught about magic stuff. I was taught about like taxes, and politics and stuff. Bed time stories weren't a thing in the house. My mom's a stay at home woman, but she use to be a doctor and my dad's a small time business man. So yeah, I mean like....I've seen some movies and stuff. Comic book heros. Like deadpool and like...Thor and stuff, but that's all just comics and I ain't never seen one of those centaur things." He snorted, "My parents ain't religious, just business."
He stopped and then looked at them. "I got my GED when I was 16." He said simply and then kicked the dirt. "Cause I was homeschooled and s**t, so they let me get it at the college. I don't go to school but I got my gang to answer too..."
He made a ohhhhhh sound at friends with benefits. "I like high class ladies, but they sure don't like me!" He smiled for them, wrapping an arm around the taller dudechick. "Hey don't sweat it, I won't eat anything probably either way. I'm all scaley now." He almost missed his house but then doubled back and pushed the gate open. "Here we are."
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 5:38 pm
The gate was kinda cute in that distinctly suburbia-fantasy-home way. It gave the idea of a small flower garden and a yappy, kick-me dog that should greet them on the other side. Would both parents be home? Just Bus' Mum? If he was in a gang, why would a stay at home mom and a dad be okay with their son being out at all hours with hoodlums. Unless it was a gang that was more White and Nerdy than it was Ridin' Dirty. 'a stay at home woman'? There's something so much like a dismissal of a possession in putting it that way. How oldie west. I wonder if it was his dad, if he'd be 'a stay at home man'? Am I a 'stay at home woman'? That's weird as all hell. 'Stay at home dudechick'? Ha, that sounds real weird. "Why you gotta answer to anyone in a gang? You're with the Queen. I mean, keep your friends and all, but man, you could be sourcing them for who really deserves to mean something. And you could bring 'em in. Make them a Lieutenant. Make the new gang yours. Well, Metallia's, but under you."
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 10:27 pm
"Huh, Whoa, I didn't even think about that?" Pyro nibbled on his lip, "You think I should take it over or something? I don't know man, they are really small fries, I mean they were important for the area, but if we consider what the negaverse is now? I don't know if they'd be worth anymore then free starseeds."
He had this overwhelming need to just...take all the starseeds.
"Okay, hold your britches, cause my mom is-"
"GRIFFON RIDER HUDSON" The woman's voice escaped, as she came whirling around the small home's entrance hallway. "Do you have any idea how long you've been gone!?!?" She looked fearful and angry, and tired. He felt almost sheepish but she stoppped and looked at him and crossed herself. His mother, who didn't believe in god, and never pushed religion on him, crossed herself.
"Who are you? Are you a demon? What are you?"
Pyro looked down at himself, "Damn ma, I didn't think I was that bad, but It's just me."
"Demon! What have you done with my son?" Her screaming brought out his father, armed with a metal baseball bat and a tired scared look in his eyes. Pyro just barely managed to move back enough to avoid the swing.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 5:31 pm
It was something that could be picked up later, opinions about his peeps and what sort of place they could play in the whole affair, after parents and home and all that. Maybe they could get sandwiches from the kitchen. Haüyne looked forward to getting a chance to check out the other officer's home and room. Bedrooms were personal, steeped in bric-à-brac that appealed to personal taste and life experiences. It could be a little closer to being real friends and not just 'work' friends. Morgan really wanted a friend. One that could openly and straight up be called that. "BALLS-" What was with the bat?! What was with both of these whackjobs? They'd recognized his voice. Probably even while the two were outside at the gate and on their way in. They recognized it now even. "YO' Listen with your ears not with your eyes. You know your kid! No body is attacking anybody here with demons or anything else! At least start with a spanking, jeez!" Subduing a friend's parents seemed a little beyond-the-pale of friendliness, so the best bet was to let Bus take the lead, and at least...catch the bat or something if Joe-DiDadsio tried to slugger them outta the park again.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2016 7:29 pm
"Just drain them!" Pyro pulled out the energy from his dad, not enough to kill him, but enough for the man to drop the bat moments later and slide to the ground. His mother started shaking, crying and cursing, which he really didn't care about.
he had always wanted to do this and he was just sad that Haüyne would never see his parents before they had become...raging control dicks.
"They won't listen. They stopped listening to me when I turned 13." his mom shook her head, denying any claims but Pyro ignored her. "Look, I just came for my stuff. Obviously you guys don't want some freak under your roof." It hurt. He thought he still might have a home. Something to go to when the rift was s**t.
Weren't they his parents? Weren't they suppose to care about him?
he didn't feel the love they once claimed they used to keep him here.
"So just ******** sit there I guess. If you're hungry Haüyne, we can take the food to go. I'll just grab my bag or something." he looked defeated, his shoulders slumped.
"Just make sure they don't move or anything...but don't like kill them okay?"
Ivynian He's not crying, you're crying what where am I
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 10:52 pm
Haüyne frowned with oceanic displeasure, and followed the suit of an out-raised hand and gather of energy from the Captain's mother until she slumped but still breathed. The orb slipped easily into an inner breast pocket of the uniform top. "Take your time and get what you need outta your room. If you got a backpack, great. Or luggage. If ya don't just use your blanket off the bed. You need blankets, too. Laptop. Clothes." Blue eyes burned looking down at the two. They get a bat out, and scream bloody bullshit, but we're not hurting them at all. Well suck it. He's still your son and showed more lover than you two did back. "We don't need their food. Don't need to break their bread. We can stop someplace. " I'll buy, right? Like that place that's all up in the Gourmet PB&J crazy or something. The Apple Jack sammie is smooth peanut butter, Apple butter, and apple slices on Cinnabon bread. Then we can go for a run and get you breaking some faces to let it out. Or 'watch' a movie and you can have my shoulder. But right now, he needs to keep moving and keep together. Keep 'im strong till we get outta this mess. "I'll make sure they don't move and call 911 or something dumb. There a couch? I'll park them on it."
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 11:47 pm
Pyro disappeared upstairs to stuff his bags, not talking to his parents, or leaving them another gaze more. It's not like he could see their terrified faces or the disgust that was shot his way while he climbed the stairs. His room had been small, and he had been excited to show Haüyne it, because it had all his cool models and his laptop and sound system and headphones and general cool stuff.
He wanted to share part of this with Haüyne because they had been together for a long time ago. Instead the bags were stuffed with blankets and clothes and what little toys he could bring. Hot tears were at the corner of his eyes but he wiped them away.
"Just take whatever you want, but leave my husband alone!" The woman pleaded with Haüyne, even as her husband grunted.
"I'm done." Pyro came back down with 3 bags and his blanket and pillow, carting it all. "Let's get out of here." His eyes were a bit redder then normal, but he followed over to Haüyne's heat.
"I'm hungry, we can find something to go or whatever."
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 12:08 am
It took barely anything to pick the two up and cart them to the couch to toss on it like sacks. Chaos fueled the strength built up from working with the horses in appreciable ways. Then Haüyne waited, facing them, glaring at the woman when she clamored and bleated like a sheep. "I don't want anything from you except the jewel of the house. And He's already coming with me. " A blue and red arm was offered to help carry whatever arrangement of bags or bedding Pyro offered over. And turned away from the fools on the couch to go out from the place. " 'Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children.' But I guess you don't remember that. " "Yeah man, whatever you like. Or I can pick something. We got this. Your blanket looks really nice. We could scope out some laundromats, too, ya know? I freakin' love the smell of dryer fresh laundry. Ohmaaannnnn...YOU KNOW WHAT... You're going to love dryer-fresh blankets with how you're cold all the time."
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 11:40 pm
The woman sputtered nonsense at Haüyne and the father rolled his eyes. But it didn't matter because Pyro didn't even bother looking at them. his bags were handed over thankfully to them, and he swore on high metallia throne that he owed Haüyne the world.
"They feel the way they do, they'll keep their mouth shut." He laughed at her comfort, "Blankets are nice, and I get really cold now, I keep forgetting.." he waited and then his eyes widen.
"Are we going to steal from a laundry-o-mat?" He almost bounced, "Dryer fresh, I think I'd just like to sit in the dryer." He purred, "i want a heat rock, I want one of those electric blankets I want...uh..."
HE WANTED ALL THE WARMTH. He came up and bumped their shoulder. "Thanks dudechick. You're the best."
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