Goo Goo G’joob [Complete.]

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Characters: Rion Steiner, Zack Fair, any Masonic Lodge dwellers. Contact if you want to hop in.
Content: Creation of the Delmetor was a success, and it came with some... interesting side effects. While letting them wear off, Rion’s housed himself for a couple weeks, and is stumbled upon.
Location: The Grand Masonic Lodge.
Time of day: Evening.

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[hisdreamsmyfate]

So running had become quite a habit with him in the past few years. Running from ShinRa, running from the Turks. Running from problems. But it wasn't always bad

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While the intruder hadn’t gone entirely unnoticed, Rion was busy. See, Rion had been taking a little journey.

It was a deep and introspective journey, one filled with many adventures and revelations. The pours of the universe burst open into a million shades of different colors. All of it made sense to him now. Answers to the questions and oh, he knew all. How about that.

For awhile, Rion started talking to this guy who called himself God. He was a very strange fellow. Not very good at Poker, though spoke fondly of this game that had a D and a D in it. Rion laughed at this guy. God was a strange person. Truly, truly strange. But then he took the child by the shoulders and said, Rion, my boy...

How’s about some donations?Shit

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Zack's original suspicions had been confirmed when the younger boy began babbling and singing; he was undoubtly off his rocker and on something strong. The SOLDIER crouched down and peered into the carpet tunnel with inquisitive, glowing blue eyes.

...but this kid didn't have any. Weeird.

If he truly was on something, it was better to go with it until it wore off. That much he knew.

Just keep talking.

"Do I have to flip it over soon?"

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If Zack took a good look at him, Rion hadn’t noticed. He was too far off in his own little world to pay any heed to that anyway. Drifting off over a frying pan with some olive boil bubbling underneath him and making strange little crackling noises. Pip-pop-pip!

“You don’t flip over a tortilla.” Rion gave a quiet little chuckle as the thought amused him far too much and he didn’t know why. “You roll it up.”

And then you gobble it all up.Such a delightful little tortilla child

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The fact that the kid could hear him and respond coherently was encouraging. He had worried he would be too far gone to even notice his presence.

Several things needed to be done. Get the boy into bed. Hydration and nutrition. Trying to talk him into leaving lala land.

Simple.

"So what would happen if I unrolled it? Would it make a mess?" He placed on hand on the rug, to keep him still. "I'm hungry now. I think I'm gonna open it, okay?"

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The conscious part of Rion’s brain understood the risk of trusting others, particularly those that stumbled upon him in scenarios such as these. But that part of him was too far gone to care. It was disconcerting, dangerous even, with how compliant Rion could be after a few pills.

Side effects were still working. These were much different from the ones created at the Michelangelo Memorial Hospital... the drugs so strong that it felt like his brains were ready to explode.

No. These ones took Rion from trip to trip. One moment floating, one with the universe, the next baking in an oven... medium rare, almost finished. Then he was eating cheesecake.

Eating...

...cheesecake...?

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come...

Except that he wasn’t. He was gnawing on some of the carpet instead. And Rion didn’t even like cheesecake.

“Nng.” The mere mention of hunger reminded Rion that he hadn’t had much to eat himself. In fact, when was the last he had eaten? That morning? Before staggering outside to the lab? Followed by the

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Zack moved to try and unroll the younger boy out of the carpet, a difficult task when he actually began chewing on it. One thing the SOLDIER intent on avoiding was broken teeth. So he nodded along to the kid's words, and decided to just keep playing along.

He paused at the mention of horses. ...shit. What was a horse?

The dark-haired man struggled to reply, to keep the boy talking while rolling the rug around. "Do you want a horse? I can buy you one. You need to eat your tortilla first, though. Come on."

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“Dunno, just heard someone say that once... never seen one before but they go neigh-neigh.”

Of course Rion had never seen one. There weren’t really any animals in Michelangelo City that he was aware of. Even then, he wouldn’t be able to see a horse here, either. He didn’t have eyes anymore to really see them with.

The carpet began unrolling but in Rion’s mind the universe that floated about him was just shifting into a pretty little supernova miracle and dust spatters scattered everywhere into little twinkles of starlight and cheesecake.

There it was again.

That damn word.

Rion’s teeth let go of the carpet as the aftertaste of cheesecake filled his mouth. Not-so-yum anymore. His head spin and he went spin-spin but that was the alternating nebula and he could hear its song again (“...‘Semolina Pilchard elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna’...”) just going on and on until he found out that he was the one singing it the entire time in that off-key tone

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"Neigh-neigh, no wark-wark?" The SOLDIER questioned, wondering if his constant replies would be enough to snap the boy out of whatever trip he'd gotten himself into. He looked a bit familiar, now that he had begun to fall out of the carpet. Had they met before?

Probably.

Once the kid had fallen out completely, the SOLDIER bent over to loop his arms under the other's arms and legs. "We're going into space. Hold on tight." He whispered quietly, standing up. "Wheee~"

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Rion had to kind of think about that for a moment. No. No, he never really heard of anything making sounds like wark-wark. That’s just crazy talk.

Uh.

Too limp and slow in the mind to react to being picked up, Rion made a brief, muffled sound. Was he...? Was he being picked up?

As in, up in the air?

And going to outer space?

“No we’re not. We’re... Holy shit!” Head spun, dizzying all over again and for a brief moment he thought he was going to be sick by the swift sensation of blood rushing to his head. Wow. “Leaving at the rate of planetary orbit!”

Wow.

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Zack couldn't help it. He laughed. It was mostly certainly not something to laugh at, but the situation, in a way, was kind of funny. Hell, not everything had to be grave and serious, right? And the kid seemed to be having fun...

"Are you a rocket ship?" He asked, eyeing the bed for a few moments. The SOLDIER wasn't entirely sure of how bad the boy had been affected by whatever had been done to him, and wasn't sure of the pace he had to take. "Do you want to go fast? Zoom to another planet?"

Adjusting his grip, the dark-haired man stepped back a bit, easing towards the bed as he spoke. Either way, the boy needed to rest and relax, and not roll himself up into anymore carpets. It wouldn't help his condition.

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Funny was relative, although if anyone asked Rion what the meaning of it was he’d have no idea. He laughed and grinned because it was a reflux, a reaction. He blamed it on the drugs, this high, the fun dizzying feeling that swam about his brains and made him float.

Only he wasn’t floating. Not really. He was being carried around. A rational part of his brain knew that. But Rion wasn’t rational right now, and frankly, he didn’t care to be. For once he was actually not quite as uptight or annoyed, and his body didn’t scream in agony. For once it was gone. All of it.

Except for the fun dizzy spells. The vertigo.

Rion was so off his rocker he didn’t even know if he wanted to get back down.

“Goo goo g’joob ga goo goo g’joob!”He wiped aside the sweaty strands of straw-colored hair that clung to his forehead, greasy and unwashed but what did the boy care? He didn’t. The same song played on and on in his brain and he almost forgot completely that, just several hours ago, that same brain had just about come this close to spilling out of

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Zack frowned at the incoherency, stepping back more to stand next to the bed and eye the boy in his arms carefully. Blood, no eyes, and a sanity that was worse than anyone shot down with any amount of mako. But he would do what he could to help.

"That's it." He replied sternly. "The tortilla isn't done yet. It's going back on the fryer."

Crouching down on one knee, the SOLDIER laid the boy onto the cushiony mattress, eyeing his behavior closely.

Needs a bath... water, cloths...

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Rion felt his stomach make a fierce, grumbling noise as he laid there over the mattress. He couldn’t remember the last it had done that... The boy used to be able to prevail for long periods of time without food, and now he was starved. Wanted to eat that horse, whatever it was, and see if they could find one in this Manhattan.

Obviously, he couldn’t see the guy, but felt his presence very close. Close enough to be at his face, watching him. If Rion’s mind hadn’t already been preoccupied, he probably would have noticed, and maybe even felt a little uncomfortable.

The man at Babylon Hotel circling and ogling him with a very strange and suspicious gleam in his eye.
You’re okay I guess.In his state, however, Rion was too relaxed to be uncomfortable

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Hearing the younger boy's stomach growl, the SOLDIER stood up by the bed. The way he had been knawing at the carpet before, it must have been a long time since he last ate. Maybe the kitchen would have something small for him...

Grinning, the older man ruffled the younger boy's hair. "I'll go make sure she's not eating the telephone and check on the tortilla. Don't leave your shuttle, cadet."

That said, he wandered off to the downstairs kitchen, moving at a swift pace out the door.

Food, then bath.

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Pieces of fabric still stuck in his mouth... Rion spat some bits of the carpet stuck to his tongue. He hadn’t realized he was hungry so much. His body did. His brain focused on other things.

He felt something brush up against his hair and for a moment his mind processed that perhaps it was a bird flying against him as he was a jet speeding through the clouds and sky and feeling the pretty things below all so many of them-

Footsteps receded out of the room. Gone. Leaving the boy alone.

“Oh shit!” Alone for the time being, Rion shot upright in the bed. A sudden realization just hit him. “Pickles! Thousands of pickles! They’re coming out from the district! Get the canons, the voles are coming! Man the harpoons-they’re at the gates!”

His outburst came out abruptly, echoing out from the room, down the halls, and could be mistaken for anything, really. Anything. Certainly not a boy who was swimming in a perfectly happy abyss. Oh no, never.