** no, not dead. I just got lost in let's plays for the weekend-ish 
; **
The maturity act lasted about as long as one might expect; she too found herself enamored with the vehicle, though more out of a need to aggravate the annoying (and oddly chatty) hellbeast-turned-wolf-turned-devil-person. It was difficult to suppress giggles while she slunk around the motor car, never actually touching anything, but coming close more than once.
"Parents are dead. Or maybe just sleeping - hard to tell sometimes. And the tables only dance tangos when they're drunk; usually more of a samba. Or the cha-cha! The chairs... I dunno. We ain't speakin' much since the incident with the chainsaw." Obviously she was only half-listening to the HBTWTDP, and for good measure didn't even bother to face it while she made her maddening notes. Man, that one sure talked a whole lot, even if he wasn't saying much.
Finally tiring of the HBTWTDP and his magical car altogether, Revy turned to the little ghostly-girl, who had a little chocolate streak across her face. How she could possibly have eaten the cookie given to her in the first place was glazed over by the fact that she looked absolutely adorable right now. Crouching down, she asked "So whacha wanna do, missy? Thar's a whole buncha things t' do!"
; **The maturity act lasted about as long as one might expect; she too found herself enamored with the vehicle, though more out of a need to aggravate the annoying (and oddly chatty) hellbeast-turned-wolf-turned-devil-person. It was difficult to suppress giggles while she slunk around the motor car, never actually touching anything, but coming close more than once.
"Parents are dead. Or maybe just sleeping - hard to tell sometimes. And the tables only dance tangos when they're drunk; usually more of a samba. Or the cha-cha! The chairs... I dunno. We ain't speakin' much since the incident with the chainsaw." Obviously she was only half-listening to the HBTWTDP, and for good measure didn't even bother to face it while she made her maddening notes. Man, that one sure talked a whole lot, even if he wasn't saying much.
Finally tiring of the HBTWTDP and his magical car altogether, Revy turned to the little ghostly-girl, who had a little chocolate streak across her face. How she could possibly have eaten the cookie given to her in the first place was glazed over by the fact that she looked absolutely adorable right now. Crouching down, she asked "So whacha wanna do, missy? Thar's a whole buncha things t' do!"
I watched them talk* with a roll in my eyes. Leave it to humans to ask the most inconvenient questions, really.
"You do realize, kid, that she's dead. I mean, you can't exactly take her to a shopping center, can you? Or to the movies? Besides - " I started, gesturing offhandedly at her ghostly clothes, "She's from the middle ages, I bet. She doesn't understand anything of this place we're at." I continued, resisting to ask where were we at, exactly, and walked and entered the car, giving a long sigh.
"Well, I have a couple of vampires to deal with. TTFN." I murmured, closing my eyes as I started up the car.
And was off, as the car drove wildly off the ground and its features alongated, and the passanger and its vehicle faded into the morning air.
I opened my eyes, smelling the scent of the universe fading, the glory of th-
"OH, COME ON!"
* Watched the girl talk, I mean. The other one was just stuffing her mouth- okay, her ectoplasm-with cookies.
"You do realize, kid, that she's dead. I mean, you can't exactly take her to a shopping center, can you? Or to the movies? Besides - " I started, gesturing offhandedly at her ghostly clothes, "She's from the middle ages, I bet. She doesn't understand anything of this place we're at." I continued, resisting to ask where were we at, exactly, and walked and entered the car, giving a long sigh.
"Well, I have a couple of vampires to deal with. TTFN." I murmured, closing my eyes as I started up the car.
And was off, as the car drove wildly off the ground and its features alongated, and the passanger and its vehicle faded into the morning air.
I opened my eyes, smelling the scent of the universe fading, the glory of th-
"OH, COME ON!"
* Watched the girl talk, I mean. The other one was just stuffing her mouth- okay, her ectoplasm-with cookies.
** was going to see how long it went on before someone got tired of the OOC-exclusive chatter. or went nuts and started stabbing everyone - either-or. **
Glaceia looked at Revy with her large eyes and chocolate stained face and smiled before starting to hope up and down...well in her case, more like hop up followed by floating back down again. "Play play! Glaceia want to play!" As she spoke, she held her hands apart as if she was holding an imaginary ball and suddenly a ball of ice started to form between them. The icy ball continued to grow between her hands until it was about the size of a basket ball. The ghost girl then lobbed the ball at Revy and said. "Catch!"
It was then that Lanthe's car started to move which made Glaceia look at it in a mixture of both confusion and wonder. Then the car disappeared and Glaceia looked even more confused by before. She then proceed to blink her eyes and then rub them in disbelief. After that she tried to tug on Revy's jeans while pointing where the car used to be while asking things like. "What was that? Where it go? Will it come back?"
It was then that Lanthe's car started to move which made Glaceia look at it in a mixture of both confusion and wonder. Then the car disappeared and Glaceia looked even more confused by before. She then proceed to blink her eyes and then rub them in disbelief. After that she tried to tug on Revy's jeans while pointing where the car used to be while asking things like. "What was that? Where it go? Will it come back?"
Lanthe's comments didn't phase the young lady one bit. Then again, he hadn't been here apparently; the cosplayers could get very serious around here. A girl in an era-appropriate dress? Pff, that was nothing! She'd seen full suits of armor walking around town before - while obviously not authentic, it was hard to tell sometimes. As long as her lil' phantom friend didn't disappear in plain view, she could explain the 'costume' away rather easily.
Revy would have caught the ice-ball, but being distracted by the DeLorean-rip-off meant she took her eyes off the trajectory for one second too long. The result was her getting a basketball-sized impact to the side of her face, knocking her off-balance for a moment. The little ghost-girl started tugging at her pants leg, but she had no answers, shrugging her shoulders instead. "Iunno kid. Wou'n't mind if he din't though; guy was kinda a jerk."
Looking at the weapon she was still clutching, the mad Traveler ejected each remaining shell, dumping the shots into her pocket as she tossed the weapon aside. It was only now occurring to her that this place might not be the greatest to hang around, even though no cops had showed up. That was good, but they could show up at any moment, which obviously wasn't. Case in point, they needed to be gone from here. "But I think we needa be scootin' on outta here before t' Law decides t' show. We can play somewhere a bit safer!"
With that ultimatum, Revy held her hand out for the child to take. She'd never taken a ghost along on one of her Jumps, but maybe it'd actually be easier than a physical person. Barring something going horribly wrong, of course.
Revy would have caught the ice-ball, but being distracted by the DeLorean-rip-off meant she took her eyes off the trajectory for one second too long. The result was her getting a basketball-sized impact to the side of her face, knocking her off-balance for a moment. The little ghost-girl started tugging at her pants leg, but she had no answers, shrugging her shoulders instead. "Iunno kid. Wou'n't mind if he din't though; guy was kinda a jerk."
Looking at the weapon she was still clutching, the mad Traveler ejected each remaining shell, dumping the shots into her pocket as she tossed the weapon aside. It was only now occurring to her that this place might not be the greatest to hang around, even though no cops had showed up. That was good, but they could show up at any moment, which obviously wasn't. Case in point, they needed to be gone from here. "But I think we needa be scootin' on outta here before t' Law decides t' show. We can play somewhere a bit safer!"
With that ultimatum, Revy held her hand out for the child to take. She'd never taken a ghost along on one of her Jumps, but maybe it'd actually be easier than a physical person. Barring something going horribly wrong, of course.
Glaceia started to giggle when her ice ball knocked Revy off balance for a bit, but then stopped when she said that she wasn't sure if the big man wasn't going to come back or not which made her frown. When Revy ejected the remaining gun shells, she pointed to them and asked. "What be those? Me never see those before."
However the ejected shells didn't catch her attention for long as what Revy said next quickly caught her attention because she said the word play. "Ok! Let's play someplace else!" It was then that she gave Revy her hand and the chaos manipulator would get a real surprise at first touch. For you see, while Glaceia's hand felt like that of a regular child's in most ways, it differed from a normal child's in one very noticeable way; it was completely devoid of any warmth. On top of that, if one were to look for a pulse on her wrist, they would find none as Glaceia hadn't had a heart in a very long time. While these things were perhaps not as dramatic as disappearing in plain view, they were surely a lot harder to explain away then her "costume."
(I would think that Glaceia would be easier to transport since even in a corporeal form, she has far less mass then a human. That being said, feel free to have things go wrong since there could always be some strange interactions when probability and spirits cross. xD)
However the ejected shells didn't catch her attention for long as what Revy said next quickly caught her attention because she said the word play. "Ok! Let's play someplace else!" It was then that she gave Revy her hand and the chaos manipulator would get a real surprise at first touch. For you see, while Glaceia's hand felt like that of a regular child's in most ways, it differed from a normal child's in one very noticeable way; it was completely devoid of any warmth. On top of that, if one were to look for a pulse on her wrist, they would find none as Glaceia hadn't had a heart in a very long time. While these things were perhaps not as dramatic as disappearing in plain view, they were surely a lot harder to explain away then her "costume."
(I would think that Glaceia would be easier to transport since even in a corporeal form, she has far less mass then a human. That being said, feel free to have things go wrong since there could always be some strange interactions when probability and spirits cross. xD)
Things could have went a bit better.
Actually, things could have went much better.
For a start, I shouldn't have landed in a street, being screamed at by a group of old hags because I nearly hit them. Yeah, sod the teleporting, the hitting part is what fired them off..
Well, I say...
The man, poker faced, tooked his sunglasses off. (Because of quantum.)
"Now look, my good woman-
"Don't you dare call me a good woman!" The old hag, all pink and short and fat and angry barking, growled, a growl that would make a rotwieller to shame.
Hey, maybe I could use her form in the near future. Scare any enemies to death and everythin'.
But let's get to the matter at hand. As I was being viciously assailed by a gang of psychotic grannies, a part of my mind was thinking very quickly, very nervously about what happened.
So the girl's chaotic powers created a barrier around the area, or at least an interference against the
Voyage.
Bother.
This little trip was NOT going well.
Actually, things could have went much better.
For a start, I shouldn't have landed in a street, being screamed at by a group of old hags because I nearly hit them. Yeah, sod the teleporting, the hitting part is what fired them off..
Well, I say...
The man, poker faced, tooked his sunglasses off. (Because of quantum.)
"Now look, my good woman-
"Don't you dare call me a good woman!" The old hag, all pink and short and fat and angry barking, growled, a growl that would make a rotwieller to shame.
Hey, maybe I could use her form in the near future. Scare any enemies to death and everythin'.
But let's get to the matter at hand. As I was being viciously assailed by a gang of psychotic grannies, a part of my mind was thinking very quickly, very nervously about what happened.
So the girl's chaotic powers created a barrier around the area, or at least an interference against the
Voyage.
Bother.
This little trip was NOT going well.
** makes sense **
Oblivious to Lanthe's... issues... Revy grasped Galacia's tiny hand, and in a moment they both disappeared. Several Hops1 later, they ended up in a nearby park, though Revonne's color had paled somewhat. With how much energy she had expended - especially with a 'light-weight' passenger - it was rather amazing she was still on her feet.
The young lady let out a sigh, the gun clacking slightly as she shifted supporting legs, letting go of the girl's cooled hand. She didn't really care about pulse or whatnot; a physically-enabled phantasm wasn't even close to the oddest thing Revy had encountered. A few people around them looked, but most were preoccupied with their own activities to notice any oddities - probably thinking the two to be a mother/older sister and daughter/younger sister, even if that couldn't be further from the truth. Looking down to the mystery child, inquiring "Y'know, I don't think I've gotten yer name yet, lil' missy!"
Squatting down to her level, she put on her best smile - the effect of which was marred somewhat by the scar tissue across her face's left side twisting around her mouth - and stated "I'm Revy, 's what I like ta' be called." Barely taking a breath she continued "Anything in-particular ya had in mind? ...Er, besides smackin' me wi' an ice-ball again."
1 A series of Jumps or Traveling stops in rapid succession, for reference's sake.
Oblivious to Lanthe's... issues... Revy grasped Galacia's tiny hand, and in a moment they both disappeared. Several Hops1 later, they ended up in a nearby park, though Revonne's color had paled somewhat. With how much energy she had expended - especially with a 'light-weight' passenger - it was rather amazing she was still on her feet.
The young lady let out a sigh, the gun clacking slightly as she shifted supporting legs, letting go of the girl's cooled hand. She didn't really care about pulse or whatnot; a physically-enabled phantasm wasn't even close to the oddest thing Revy had encountered. A few people around them looked, but most were preoccupied with their own activities to notice any oddities - probably thinking the two to be a mother/older sister and daughter/younger sister, even if that couldn't be further from the truth. Looking down to the mystery child, inquiring "Y'know, I don't think I've gotten yer name yet, lil' missy!"
Squatting down to her level, she put on her best smile - the effect of which was marred somewhat by the scar tissue across her face's left side twisting around her mouth - and stated "I'm Revy, 's what I like ta' be called." Barely taking a breath she continued "Anything in-particular ya had in mind? ...Er, besides smackin' me wi' an ice-ball again."
1 A series of Jumps or Traveling stops in rapid succession, for reference's sake.
(Umm how would everyone not notice two wings sticking out of Glaceia's back? They are not exactly tiny ya know. xD)
** uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... convenient ignorance? I thought that was just part of the avatar image **
Glaceia looked absolutely amazed when they changed venue almost instantly to a park and started chanting. "Do it again! Do it again!" While Revy was obviously in no shape to do so, she still might appreciate the the compliment. It was a very good thing that it was currently Halloween as Glaceia's appearance at any other time of the year would surely bring a lot of unwanted attention. After all, having a pair of wings growing from your back isn't exactly subtle.
Then when Revy got down to her level and asked her name, she smiled and said. "I is Glaceia! I like Revy!" However once Revy brought about the little iceball incident, the little ghost looked down at her feet in embarrassment and whimpered. "Me sorry." She then immediately cheered up and said. "Me knows how to make up!" She then held out her hand and a thin icy rod formed in it. Then the rod started to branch out and the branches turned into leaves and at one end a lovely open rose formed. Finally the rod shaped itself into a stem and Glaceia happily offered it up. "For you!"
Unfortunately for them, a couple of people happened to look up right as Glaceia created the icy rose...and while her wings could be brushed aside as being part of a Halloween 'costume', her frigid powers could not.
Then just to make matters worse, one of them shouted the following. "That child is a freak! She must be a servant of the devil here to trick us with her appealing looks and send us all astray!" It appeared that the duo had managed to attract the attention of a religious nut. Could the situation possibly get any worse?
(I have a feeling that the answer to that will be, yes, yes it can.
Also no offense to anyone who is religious as I am a christian myself.)
Then when Revy got down to her level and asked her name, she smiled and said. "I is Glaceia! I like Revy!" However once Revy brought about the little iceball incident, the little ghost looked down at her feet in embarrassment and whimpered. "Me sorry." She then immediately cheered up and said. "Me knows how to make up!" She then held out her hand and a thin icy rod formed in it. Then the rod started to branch out and the branches turned into leaves and at one end a lovely open rose formed. Finally the rod shaped itself into a stem and Glaceia happily offered it up. "For you!"
Unfortunately for them, a couple of people happened to look up right as Glaceia created the icy rose...and while her wings could be brushed aside as being part of a Halloween 'costume', her frigid powers could not.
Then just to make matters worse, one of them shouted the following. "That child is a freak! She must be a servant of the devil here to trick us with her appealing looks and send us all astray!" It appeared that the duo had managed to attract the attention of a religious nut. Could the situation possibly get any worse?
(I have a feeling that the answer to that will be, yes, yes it can.
Also no offense to anyone who is religious as I am a christian myself.)
** none taken. don't care for Bible-bashers, and don't know of many - even other Christians - that tolerate them either 
**
Revonne chuckled as she scratched her head. "Maybe later, hon. I'mma bit winded ri' now." And then the child's subject changed again. She was definitely a match for the chaotic Traveler's meandering mental state.
"Pleased t' meetcha, Gala-ceia~!" she sing-sang, ruffling the runt's hair all affectionately as she apologized. How could the girl get any cuter? Of course, just as she thought that, she did, bearing forth a rose-shaped icicle right before her eyes. "Aww, for me? Ya shouldn't have!" Revy replied with a slight giggle.
Unfortunately, the moment was broken up by some jerk getting self-righteous on their butts. To that, though, Revy turned to face the Bible-basher, yelling as she stomped her foot down "Hey, what's t' big idea?! Ain't no devil worshipers 'round here, so buzz off b'fore I give ya somethin' ta cry about!" She had half a mind to just raise a little pocket of Chaos right around that person, but somehow she kept her anger in check and stood between Galaceia and the loud-mouth, arms crossed, giving the stink-eye to the offending party over yonder.
**Revonne chuckled as she scratched her head. "Maybe later, hon. I'mma bit winded ri' now." And then the child's subject changed again. She was definitely a match for the chaotic Traveler's meandering mental state.
"Pleased t' meetcha, Gala-ceia~!" she sing-sang, ruffling the runt's hair all affectionately as she apologized. How could the girl get any cuter? Of course, just as she thought that, she did, bearing forth a rose-shaped icicle right before her eyes. "Aww, for me? Ya shouldn't have!" Revy replied with a slight giggle.
Unfortunately, the moment was broken up by some jerk getting self-righteous on their butts. To that, though, Revy turned to face the Bible-basher, yelling as she stomped her foot down "Hey, what's t' big idea?! Ain't no devil worshipers 'round here, so buzz off b'fore I give ya somethin' ta cry about!" She had half a mind to just raise a little pocket of Chaos right around that person, but somehow she kept her anger in check and stood between Galaceia and the loud-mouth, arms crossed, giving the stink-eye to the offending party over yonder.
Some people don't understand.
At first he thought it was just plain trickery, what this little child was doing. Nobody could be that skilled of an illusionist.
But there were no hidden machines or special effects lighting around them. That gave the Assistant pause.
And if this were no mere illusion, then...was she a mutant?
Some people can't articulate it that well.
The little girl had ice powers. It had been so long since the Assistant saw someone with proper ice manipulating powers. Would it be proper? Could it be proper? The Newtonian laws of nature should not be violated, thus saith the Lord, according to those fundies at the church on the corner of 3rd and Milhouse. No one should summon snow and ice at their own will. We humans are supposed to be limited, so that we can make greater works, and because we can't be trustworthy when given external powers outside of God.
But what if they considered that some people were just born that way?
The "city of never ending fortune and serendipity," as they call it, has had its share of strange occurrences. But today felt different. Two snowstorms in the span of an hour, only to go away within minutes. And now mutants show up.
The Assistant's welsh corgi barked, having sniffed out a delicious pumpkin pie being carted over to a family picnic nearby. The owner, cloaked in the most inconspicuous brown trenchcoat and a red beanie, yanked on the dog's crimson leash.
"No, Jaime," he sternly reprimanded. The dog growled back, ever meekly. "Wait."
Some people should look past people's flaws. Sometimes, I mean.
The Assistant quickly retrieved an old cellphone from one of his trenchcoat pockets and dialed a number. He pressed the device to his ear, and eventually began:
"Adam. It's me. The Assistant. In case you're still living underneath that pigsty-rock-place, there were snowstorms today. Was this your doing?"
At first he thought it was just plain trickery, what this little child was doing. Nobody could be that skilled of an illusionist.
But there were no hidden machines or special effects lighting around them. That gave the Assistant pause.
And if this were no mere illusion, then...was she a mutant?
Some people can't articulate it that well.
The little girl had ice powers. It had been so long since the Assistant saw someone with proper ice manipulating powers. Would it be proper? Could it be proper? The Newtonian laws of nature should not be violated, thus saith the Lord, according to those fundies at the church on the corner of 3rd and Milhouse. No one should summon snow and ice at their own will. We humans are supposed to be limited, so that we can make greater works, and because we can't be trustworthy when given external powers outside of God.
But what if they considered that some people were just born that way?
The "city of never ending fortune and serendipity," as they call it, has had its share of strange occurrences. But today felt different. Two snowstorms in the span of an hour, only to go away within minutes. And now mutants show up.
The Assistant's welsh corgi barked, having sniffed out a delicious pumpkin pie being carted over to a family picnic nearby. The owner, cloaked in the most inconspicuous brown trenchcoat and a red beanie, yanked on the dog's crimson leash.
"No, Jaime," he sternly reprimanded. The dog growled back, ever meekly. "Wait."
Some people should look past people's flaws. Sometimes, I mean.
The Assistant quickly retrieved an old cellphone from one of his trenchcoat pockets and dialed a number. He pressed the device to his ear, and eventually began:
"Adam. It's me. The Assistant. In case you're still living underneath that pigsty-rock-place, there were snowstorms today. Was this your doing?"
The man walked down the streets, sniffing a tad disdainfully as he glanced at the buildings. Houses, homes, malls, houses, malls, houses, shops, houses, a rather decrepit garden, houses, the A.P. Weather Research center, houses...
Lanthe walked. He left his car near the locations of the Old Lady Incident, because he knew that eventually, someone would try to kill him, and he didn't want to leave a scratch in the Bentley.
Lanthe was not, in fact, in a best of moods. Just as he had got rid of the old hags - without maiming any, if you're starting up to think of crazy, oh so very crazy, theories- Marvaunt phoned him.
Marvaunt was, in fact, a ghoul.
A very troubled ghoul.
"Look, I don't care what you tell them, but- yeah. Yeah. Look, don't start up with- yeah. Look, you fool, I know she drained your new food source, bu- yeah. AND burned your neighbour. AND exploded with your girlfriend's crypt. Listen here, you should speak with the Meringue and Asfralargt Agency of - ALL RIGHT, FINE! I'll- of course not! " Lanthe snapped, hanging up.
Bastard, he thought vaguely as he continued walking down the streets.
Truth is, Lanthe had developed a reputation over the centuries. A supernatural lawyer, you could say. He was not, however, one of the nice ones. And he only stepped up to the Council on special occasions -i.e , when there was profit. Huge profit. Not when a rambunctious undead asked him to defend him in court against his psychotic ex-girlfriend.
Lanthe sighed and walked onto an alley, wincing as he stepped on a defrosting puddle of water, and Changed again.
Well, that's better, he thought as the rather evil-looking pigeon left the shadows.
Now then, Lanthe mused as he perched on a windowsill, let's find that ghost girl and the Manipulator.
Demonic time traveller, indeed...
Lanthe walked. He left his car near the locations of the Old Lady Incident, because he knew that eventually, someone would try to kill him, and he didn't want to leave a scratch in the Bentley.
Lanthe was not, in fact, in a best of moods. Just as he had got rid of the old hags - without maiming any, if you're starting up to think of crazy, oh so very crazy, theories- Marvaunt phoned him.
Marvaunt was, in fact, a ghoul.
A very troubled ghoul.
"Look, I don't care what you tell them, but- yeah. Yeah. Look, don't start up with- yeah. Look, you fool, I know she drained your new food source, bu- yeah. AND burned your neighbour. AND exploded with your girlfriend's crypt. Listen here, you should speak with the Meringue and Asfralargt Agency of - ALL RIGHT, FINE! I'll- of course not! " Lanthe snapped, hanging up.
Bastard, he thought vaguely as he continued walking down the streets.
Truth is, Lanthe had developed a reputation over the centuries. A supernatural lawyer, you could say. He was not, however, one of the nice ones. And he only stepped up to the Council on special occasions -i.e , when there was profit. Huge profit. Not when a rambunctious undead asked him to defend him in court against his psychotic ex-girlfriend.
Lanthe sighed and walked onto an alley, wincing as he stepped on a defrosting puddle of water, and Changed again.
Well, that's better, he thought as the rather evil-looking pigeon left the shadows.
Now then, Lanthe mused as he perched on a windowsill, let's find that ghost girl and the Manipulator.
Demonic time traveller, indeed...
Glaceia giggled when Revy ruffled her hair and then got even happier when she accepted her icy rose. However that happiness was short lived as very quickly after that, a bible basher started spewing hate at her. While she didn't really understand what he was saying, his venemous look and vicious tone of voice was something that she could understand.
Getting a little frightened, she hid behind Revy's right leg and then clung to it like it was a safety blanket. The little girl then started to whimper a bit which served to only further incense the hate filled "christian".
"Shut up you bitch, I know a devil worshiper when I see one and I'm about ready to think that you are one of them as well. Now get away from that demon spawn, I'm going to give that hell spawn something to whimper about."
The man then picked up a baseball bat sized fallen tree branch and started walking menacingly toward the little ghost. "Best to exterminate that tool of Satan before it has a chance to do ruin us good Christians."
Meanwhile the onlookers started to leave the area as they had no interest at all in hanging around such a scene which made it clear that Revy was completely on her own. Then to make things even worse, the temperature was starting to drop again thanks to Glaceia's growing fear which would likely give Revy a clue that if she didn't do something about this guy quickly, there would likely be yet another snowstorm.
(I didn't really want to do yet another snowstorm so I thought I would give Revy a chance to prevent that. Also lovely man huh?)
Getting a little frightened, she hid behind Revy's right leg and then clung to it like it was a safety blanket. The little girl then started to whimper a bit which served to only further incense the hate filled "christian".
"Shut up you bitch, I know a devil worshiper when I see one and I'm about ready to think that you are one of them as well. Now get away from that demon spawn, I'm going to give that hell spawn something to whimper about."
The man then picked up a baseball bat sized fallen tree branch and started walking menacingly toward the little ghost. "Best to exterminate that tool of Satan before it has a chance to do ruin us good Christians."
Meanwhile the onlookers started to leave the area as they had no interest at all in hanging around such a scene which made it clear that Revy was completely on her own. Then to make things even worse, the temperature was starting to drop again thanks to Glaceia's growing fear which would likely give Revy a clue that if she didn't do something about this guy quickly, there would likely be yet another snowstorm.
(I didn't really want to do yet another snowstorm so I thought I would give Revy a chance to prevent that. Also lovely man huh?)
"Wait, hold up." The Assistant felt it first in his arm. A slight chill, a certain numbness in his fingers.
Then, the commotion. "Adam, I will have to call you back. No, I'm pretty sure you had nothing to do with this." Just what were these people walking away from? The- no, that can't be right, they can't possibly be walking away from a guy with a big ol' stick closing in on what seems to be a mutant and her friend. What kind of mentality...?
He quickly put his phone away, and reached for something else in his trench coat. Jaime, his dog, was growling towards the epicenter of the scene unfolding.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," The Assistant suddenly said in blunt disbelief, half-way through with pulling out his item. The mesomorph build, the badly-shaven head, that really big nose led him to conclude one thing: "It's that guy."
Then, the commotion. "Adam, I will have to call you back. No, I'm pretty sure you had nothing to do with this." Just what were these people walking away from? The- no, that can't be right, they can't possibly be walking away from a guy with a big ol' stick closing in on what seems to be a mutant and her friend. What kind of mentality...?
He quickly put his phone away, and reached for something else in his trench coat. Jaime, his dog, was growling towards the epicenter of the scene unfolding.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," The Assistant suddenly said in blunt disbelief, half-way through with pulling out his item. The mesomorph build, the badly-shaven head, that really big nose led him to conclude one thing: "It's that guy."
A park. How convenient. If anything, this was the halfway point of Aervin's journey.
Public area, so sword-sheath hidden, so we're good so far, he quickly checked off. He blended in adequately, save for his new coat, somewhat of an oddity in the resurfaced daytime.
There were small paths, green fields and autumn brown trees up ahead. A few people were sitting at tables, eating, sorting candy, pulling over masks and having a good time waiting for the night. This was going to be one wild Halloween, they supposed, as the two snowstorms were probably symbolic in some way of the day.
"Nice costume," a tall, dark-skinned woman in an anime cosplay of a certain show whose name Aervin had on the tip of his tongue but couldn't pin point exactly (stupid "soft power") complimented. "Are you supposed to be Izaya Orihara by chance?"
Oh yeah, huh. That was quite a nice getup. Well, Aervin wasn't wearing a blue shirt, so: "No, not really."
"Oh." The woman didn't seem disappointed, and gave a smile to her three other friends at the table, dark-skinned and in radically different costumes. "Well, you kinda pull off the look!"
I don't like being a manipulative bastard. "Uh, thank you?"
He moved on. There were people passing by him in increasing droves. Early trick-or-treaters, people moving quickly away from something-
What was that up above? Oh, crap.
It looks like a mother and her child versus some buffer guy with a branch big enough to seriously injure someone. This wasn't going to end well.
And Aervin's "soft power" agreed. This was the perfect opportunity to strike, to get in the middle, to scare a predator, to bully the bully. After all, that's how they did it in...some shows that he watched and others that he had not watched that were somehow injected into his brain and thinking processes-
Where's the security guards? Who's calling 911? Why is everyone...?
Not caring who was watching, Aervin quickly set down his backpack and pulled out one of his sword holsters, in case things got ugly.
He hoped it wouldn't.
("I thought Izaya had a knife, not a..."
"Oh crap, that's an actual sword. Call the police!!!")
Public area, so sword-sheath hidden, so we're good so far, he quickly checked off. He blended in adequately, save for his new coat, somewhat of an oddity in the resurfaced daytime.
There were small paths, green fields and autumn brown trees up ahead. A few people were sitting at tables, eating, sorting candy, pulling over masks and having a good time waiting for the night. This was going to be one wild Halloween, they supposed, as the two snowstorms were probably symbolic in some way of the day.
"Nice costume," a tall, dark-skinned woman in an anime cosplay of a certain show whose name Aervin had on the tip of his tongue but couldn't pin point exactly (stupid "soft power") complimented. "Are you supposed to be Izaya Orihara by chance?"
Oh yeah, huh. That was quite a nice getup. Well, Aervin wasn't wearing a blue shirt, so: "No, not really."
"Oh." The woman didn't seem disappointed, and gave a smile to her three other friends at the table, dark-skinned and in radically different costumes. "Well, you kinda pull off the look!"
I don't like being a manipulative bastard. "Uh, thank you?"
He moved on. There were people passing by him in increasing droves. Early trick-or-treaters, people moving quickly away from something-
What was that up above? Oh, crap.
It looks like a mother and her child versus some buffer guy with a branch big enough to seriously injure someone. This wasn't going to end well.
And Aervin's "soft power" agreed. This was the perfect opportunity to strike, to get in the middle, to scare a predator, to bully the bully. After all, that's how they did it in...some shows that he watched and others that he had not watched that were somehow injected into his brain and thinking processes-
Where's the security guards? Who's calling 911? Why is everyone...?
Not caring who was watching, Aervin quickly set down his backpack and pulled out one of his sword holsters, in case things got ugly.
He hoped it wouldn't.
("I thought Izaya had a knife, not a..."
"Oh crap, that's an actual sword. Call the police!!!")
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