A pair of boys, who couldn't been older than eleven, were standing on the corner when the group appeared. They just gaped in awe for a moment, until one of the kids startting tapping the other frantically on the should.
"Yo! Yo! Yo! Son! Yo!"
"What!?"
"Son, yo! I know dat one!" He started pointed at Noh-varr. "Dat's dat alien dude! The one who strung up dat guy, y'know dat guy who ran the place that was torturin them kid 'vengers an' dem!"
"Dat's him?"
"Yeah!"
"Furreal?"
"Yeah!"
"Furreal furreal?"
"Yeah!"
"But don't he be eatin' kids and homeless people an whatnot?"
"Yeah, but..."
They both looked at each other, and it was easy to see they were thinking the same thing.
"Messiahs, priests, clerics, psychologists... they're all functions of their belief systems. They describe certain that are universal, and lay down rules and laws so man can live in accordance with each other and the metaphysical.
"We're not here to tell you how to live, or even to show you. We're here to let you experience a new way of life, and from there, its up to you to decide how you want live out the rest of yours."
Re: Meanwhile...old_one_eyeMarch 31 2008, 02:12:43 UTC
"...which guy?"
He had been passing by, and normally he wouldn't have bothered asking, as he tended not to pry in someone elses personal business. But one of the two guys on the tv happened to be his... son... sort of.
It was complicated. It involved alternate dystopian realities. And possibly Mr. Sinister.
Re: Meanwhile...old_one_eyeMarch 31 2008, 02:29:46 UTC
"He's..." my son completely insane a kidnapper and a rapist my son that I barely even know one of the most powerful mutants to ever live "...a very troubled young man.
"He's bumped heads with the X-Men a few times, the most recent of which was... extremely unpleasant." To say the least.
Carmilla did occasionally kill time watching TV and, curled up on her couch in her now much, much too clean apartment she watched the news report munching on mystery chips.
The mystery being if they had ever been chips in the first place.
"Huh," was all she said. And then, "If that's the alien, I totally want my money back. He doesn't look like Invader Zim at all." Of course, there was also the fact that if she didn't have a boyfriend, she totally would've jumped him.
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"Yo! Yo! Yo! Son! Yo!"
"What!?"
"Son, yo! I know dat one!" He started pointed at Noh-varr. "Dat's dat alien dude! The one who strung up dat guy, y'know dat guy who ran the place that was torturin them kid 'vengers an' dem!"
"Dat's him?"
"Yeah!"
"Furreal?"
"Yeah!"
"Furreal furreal?"
"Yeah!"
"But don't he be eatin' kids and homeless people an whatnot?"
"Yeah, but..."
They both looked at each other, and it was easy to see they were thinking the same thing.
Oh shit.
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"Shouldn't you two be in school?"
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"Is-is he gonna eat us?"
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"Not if you don't get yourself to school. Now hurry your butts along before I fry you up and feed you to him myself."
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"Messiahs, priests, clerics, psychologists... they're all functions of their belief systems. They describe certain that are universal, and lay down rules and laws so man can live in accordance with each other and the metaphysical.
"We're not here to tell you how to live, or even to show you. We're here to let you experience a new way of life, and from there, its up to you to decide how you want live out the rest of yours."
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"Hey!" she shouts without thinking "I slept with that guy!"
Maybe she should have checked to see who else was in the room before announcing that little tidbit of information.
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He had been passing by, and normally he wouldn't have bothered asking, as he tended not to pry in someone elses personal business. But one of the two guys on the tv happened to be his... son... sort of.
It was complicated. It involved alternate dystopian realities. And possibly Mr. Sinister.
Please let her be talking about the other one...
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"Uh, that one," she said, pointing to Nate.
She paused, and squinted at the screen, and the text underneath him. Nate Grey. That was just a coincidence, right?
"...uhm, why?"
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"He's bumped heads with the X-Men a few times, the most recent of which was... extremely unpleasant." To say the least.
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"Oh, Nate."
It causes a sharp pain in her chest to see him. The urge to reach out and find him is curbed.
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The mystery being if they had ever been chips in the first place.
"Huh," was all she said. And then, "If that's the alien, I totally want my money back. He doesn't look like Invader Zim at all." Of course, there was also the fact that if she didn't have a boyfriend, she totally would've jumped him.
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