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Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 19, 2010 0:42:24 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
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1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
"Lexington, Kentucky. More horses than people in some places but it's where I'm from."
Andrew thought about his home for a minute before speaking up again.
"I came here two years ago for university."
He didn't say that he'd come to New York not only for college. He could have done that at home. There were at least two of said institutions within Lexington that he could have attended and stayed much closer to home. But Andrew didn't want to be around his childhood like that. Running into people who had known him but no longer knew him left and right. It wasn't something he wanted. Andrew knew himself well enough to know that he'd be tempted to make promises to them. That wasn't smart. Heck, the two bands around his wrist were proof enough that he was easily swayed in that regard.
If someone wasn't inclined to using fear to garner his promises then kindness would work just as well. Andrew knew it. This was how he'd been before the mutation. Carefree and easily persuaded into giving his word. He couldn't decide now if that was a weakness or not. Two years ago he might have said yes. But now, Andrew glanced over at Verdy, he wasn't that sure. He knew there were some people he needed to avoid mentioning his mutation to but those people were difficult to spot just by looks.
Eh, thoughts like these weren't suitable for right now. Right now he was enjoying the company of a lovely girl who was very fun while they bought pet supplies for a dog they'd be owning together. No time for moping.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 19, 2010 1:58:58 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
It sounded almost like a hill-billy town, but she didn’t say anything, one can’t help where they come from, and there’s nothing wrong with horses anyway. All she could think of about Kentucky was chicken, and she was fairly sure that had nothing to do with the actual state, and more to do with the franchise. She watched as his face changed, she put it down to memories of his old home. A tinge of sadness flickered inside. It was hard, leaving home, everything that was part of your life changing so fast. He glanced up at her and she smiled.
“You Ok?”
The same way he hadn’t pressed her about her zoning out at the Frisbee memory, she was resolved not to pry about what was making him sad. Prying and checking are different things, however, so she didn’t feel bad about asking. Perhaps she could be to him what Hunter had been to her, a sounding post. Someone to talk to about things that didn’t feel quite right, to work through them verbally, so that the next time the issue arose it could be dealt with easier.
Ensuring that she had a tight enough grip on the bowls she patted his arm gently. Sometimes meeting a new person and being reminded of everything you didn’t have anymore was more difficult than simply continuing on oblivious, pretending that there was nothing wrong. She hoped she hadn’t upset him, it would suck to lose a friend so soon after making one. Especially one who was willing to run around and pirate-speak with her. She smiled at him, he was a nice person.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 19, 2010 2:21:55 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
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1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
She asked him if he was ok. Andrew gave Verdy a small smile. He wasn't ok but there was no reason she needed to know how not ok he was. He would have been perfectly happy to live a standard boring life with a standard boring job like his father. Having that ripped away along with the ability to fully trust nearly every person on the planet had not been easy to go through. No matter how far he came from hiding in his room and avoiding all company there would always be that voice at the back of his mind wondering if the person he was with would turn on him.
"Not really but this isn't really the place for me to start whining. For now, lets just say that I was glad to get away from Lexington."
That was truth. Andrew had been glad to get away from Lexington. He didn't hate his home town. It was simply that he didn't trust himself not give in to sentiment around the people he'd known all his life and he didn't trust those people not to take advantage of him if he did give in. Trust was a rare commodity for him. Thus the amounts of it he'd given out lately were surprising.
They reached the check outs shortly after Andrew had said that and he was glad of it. It gave him something to distract himself. Sure it was just a quick interaction with a clerk who rang up his items and took his money. Once again, it was better than moping.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 19, 2010 20:48:56 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
She nodded curtly at his explanation, having a deep and meaningful discussion about why one had left their home and everything that used to be important in the middle of a shop was rather strange. It was easier to just leave it be for the time being. He would be alright for now.
The checkout assistant was good at the job and they each passed through the register swiftly and with no price-checks or other delays. She chose a canvas-type bag and paid for it along with her items, slipping them carefully into it so that they were easy to carry and didn’t bump against each other too much. Stepping next to her friend she put her hand to her bag to grab out her phone and check the time, before remembering it was charging beside her bed.
“Do want to go and grab a milkshake or something?”
Going for milkshakes is what people did with their friends, it had nothing to do with the stolen kisses in between the foam toys. Of course not. She felt her ears pinkening a little and searched for something else to say to distract herself from the blush before it formed.
“I’d say coffee, but it’s a little hot for that today, don’t you think?”
As if to prove her wrong a man walked past them, takeaway cup clenched tightly in his hand, shades on and a scowl that read ‘don’t touch me, don’t talk to me.’ She smirked. It was too warm for coffee, unless perchance you were suffering from a hangover, or were on your way to a distasteful job.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 19, 2010 21:04:04 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
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1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
They got through the purchases easily and quickly and Verdy suggested getting milkshakes or something. It sounded like a good idea. She qualified the statement, after a tiny blush that he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been looking at her just then, by saying that she would have said coffee but it was too hot for that. Andrew just smirked.
"Milkshakes is fine with me. Cafes and I don't seem to get along too well anyway."
Like the time he'd been forced to hold one up because of a stupid promise made while he was scared stiff of some thugs. Sam had been kind enough to settle things as opposed to hauling him off to jail. In fact if it weren't for that Andrew likely wouldn't have been where he was.
"Though I guess you could say that they are responsible for me ending up at the mansion. Maybe they aren't too bad, as long as I'm aware of the danger."
That seemed to be the philosophy that life was trying to teach him. It was alright to go out, have fun, and make friends so long as you remembered to be as psychotically well prepared as say Batman. Andrew didn't have a vast family fortune to spend on gadgets to improve his survivability though. He gave the equivalent of a mental shrug and dismissed the silly thoughts anyway. Focus on Verdy, you know, the attractive girl you kissed earlier that you'll be owning a dog with.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 19, 2010 22:14:43 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Everyone has their weakness, for some it was kryptonite, others would sacrifice anything for their loved ones. Andrew’s, on the other hand, was Cafés she smiled, and withheld a giggle. It really wasn’t funny, but something about the skin-tight lycra sported by those superheros mentally morphed onto Andrew was.
Danger?
Aside from seriously addictive coffee and sky-high prices Cafés didn’t seem to fit into the ‘dangerous’ category. Not like alleys or dark, lonely streets. She quirked an eyebrow at him quizzically. While it was a good thing he had come to the mansion (if he had not, the chances of meeting up with him would have been much reduced) she was curious about the danger thing. He didn’t seem like he was joking around, or being silly about them.
“What kind of cafés do you frequent? ‘Cause I’m no expert, but dangerous doesn’t fit with the ones I’ve been in…”
Maybe his waiters juggled fire, or knives, in between serving food, and the barrister made the coffees hot enough to scald the unwary patron. She raised her eyebrows and smiled at him, while keeping an eye out for an establishment which looked like it would serve drinks of the flavoured, milky variety.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 19, 2010 22:49:57 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
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1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
They were outside of the shop now. Mentioning a past attempt at robbery in a shop seemed like a good way to get kicked out. Andrew glanced at Verdy, a little worried she'd think less of him for it. Still, no time like the present to find out if she'd hold events that occurred under the sway of his mutation against him.
"I guess it's not the cafes that are dangerous. I just seem to get into dangerous situations before or after visiting one. Take for instance how I got picked for a job at the mansion."
Andrew glanced around to make sure there were no cops around. He still wasn't sure about the legality of the out Sam had given him.
"I attract thugs for some reason. They just don't like my face or something. Either way I got mugged on the one day I had no money on me to give them. They didn't like that. Armed me with a knife and told me to go get some money. Specifically from a cafe down the street. You can probably guess what happens next.'
'I accidentally promised I would. They wanted the money within the next thirty minutes or they'd come hunt me down. In either case I ended up trying to rob the cafe due to my mutation. Sam stopped me, got an explanation out of me, beat the stuffing out of the thugs, and offered me a job. Oh, I got a scar out of it too but that's on my back near my right shoulder."
Andrew laughed a bit.
"After that I had another run in with another group of malcontents who ordered me to stay off of their turf. Of course I ended up promising and after a trip to a cafe accidentally broke that promise. That's why cafes are dangerous."
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 20, 2010 0:13:34 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
It was story-time, and she listened carefully as he explained. She was right, he wasn’t joking. The glancing around made it feel very conspiratorial and she found herself breathing quietly and in steady, deep rhythms. He did have a sweet face, quite innocent. The kind thugs like to pick on. She frowned a little at the story, bullies liked to pick on weak targets, force them into doing things they didn’t want to do. It was doubtful that they knew of his mutation before they forced him into promising, but once he had, being compelled to do something so awful must have been hard.
Thank goodness for people like Sam, on the site at the time of trouble and willing to bail you out. She felt a little better when he laughed, it somehow made the story less awful. While she had more than once used nimble fingers to help herself to items when living on the street, it wasn’t the same as holding a place up, and the guilt was strangely haunting. His explanation seemed to make sense. He didn’t like cafés because bad things happened there. It was like an association kind of thing. That was fair enough, and since cafés were supposed to be relaxing places where people could go to have a break in between work and school and everything else life demanded of them, to be uptight while in them was pointless. Better to avoid them altogether.
“Was the scar from breaking your promise? Or did they do that to you?”
Consequences for breaking promises he had mentioned, still it seemed almost unfair that he would be injured while trying to keep it. Thugs were thugs, though, and mutations were mutations, there was very little discrimination or reasoning to do with the gene. It was generally unbendingly stubborn. Asking to see his promise mutation was one thing, asking to see a scar which would force him to take his shirt off was something else entirely. The thought alone made her flush a little, and she resolved to let it alone. Telling her was brave enough, she didn’t want to cross any boundaries. Well, any more boundaries. Before her blush could get any worse she stepped into the little place and began eyeing the flavours on display. They had ice-cream too.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 20, 2010 0:30:36 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
1,155
1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
Verdy listened very nicely to his story. He'd probably made her uncomfortable with some of it. That was why he'd laughed. It wasn't really all that funny unless you found suffering funny. Some people were like that. Verdy asked whether he got the scar from the thugs or his mutation. Andrew smiled wanly as he stared at the various flavors and items offered by the ice cream shop they'd found.
"The mutation. If you want an example look at my right arm. The scar on my upper arm was an experiment when I was first testing out the mutation. The lower arm is from breaking the turf promise. Mind you the scar on my back is much worse."
He blinked as he stared through the case at the multicolored dairy confections. Explaining the difference between promises was difficult but necessary if other people were going to understand why one promise got treated lightly while others were as though he'd just ended the world.
"Near as I gather the more potential for harm to others a promise has the worse punishment I get in result. Since just crossing onto someone's turf is less likely to end with other people dead than robbing a shop the scar on my back is...not pretty."
The whole series of explanations was carried on in a low voice since they'd walked into the shop. You never knew who was listening. Eventually Andrew ordered a chocolate malt and stood by with Verdy while she decided what she wanted.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 20, 2010 5:49:44 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Her eyes brushed his scars lightly. Her fingers didn’t. The scars were fully healed, so any gross-factor was removed, yet it was still sinister that his own body had done that to him, torn him up for something as simple as breaking a promise. She frowned as he explained the difference between the scars. Since her promise was so small, surely it would have no effect on him if things didn’t turn out? Shaking that thought away wordlessly (they were going dog-hunting on the weekend, they would see each other again soon) she withheld the urge to squeeze his shoulders comfortingly and opted just to nod.
“Ouch?”
Perhaps one day swimming or some such thing she would see the scar, and know what it was from and not freak out. Now was not the time for observing scars, she was fairly sure the manager would have something to say if clothes started coming off in the store. She smirked a little at the thought before fixing her mind on what flavour milk to have.
“Lime thick shake please.”
It was both milkshake and ice-cream rolled into one and she was pleased to note they handed her both a straw and a spoon. You need a spoon to eat a really good thick shake. Lime was a strange flavour for a milk drink, always seeming like it was about to curdle, yet she had found it quite to her liking. The fact that it matched the tips of her hair was just an added bonus.
Judging by the low voice used when explaining this wasn’t exactly the conversation normal people held in an ice-cream shop and when they received their drinks and the money changed hands she flicked her eyes to outside, where there were several small tables with umbrellas set up. She found chatting with this young man highly engaging and didn’t want that hampered by an audience of employees and customers who dotted the indoor tables. She nodded to the door, and by extension the outdoor arrangement.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 21, 2010 13:39:02 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
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1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
Her comment on his scars was somewhat funny. Apparently ouch had been all she could think to say.
"Yeah, ouch. Better than dying though."
Andrew meant that. He was lucky that the promises he'd broken so far had been pretty negligible. The potential for a promise that could kill him was there and Andrew really didn't want to find out what that promise was. Hence his perfectly reasonable caution. Verdy picked up her shake and they paid. The flavor she'd picked was an odd one but then again Verdy wasn't all that normal so it suited. She motioned to the outdoor tables. They could talk more freely out there and the weather was good.
"Sure."
When they reached the door Andrew held it for Verdy and scouted out a good table. He picked one close to the front of the shop so that they wouldn't be over heard by passersby and led the way. Once they were both settled in their chairs, Andrew had pulled one out for Verdy, he leaned back and took a drink of his malt. It was good.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 22, 2010 4:24:45 GMT -6
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0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
“Oh yes, much.”
Dying was a far less pleasing solution, in almost all situations. The fact that he could die if he broke a promise was a little sobering and she pondered what he had said a little while ago. More capacity for someone to get hurt, more pain on him if he broke the promise. She considered it as they walked outside, colouring a little when he held the door, and reddening further when he held her chair. People actually did that? Sitting quietly for a moment she took a sip of her lime flavoured drink and thought about it some more.
“Do you think it would be worse to break a promise to kill someone, or a promise to injure a whole group of people?”
Not that she wanted him to test it out at all, but the different impacts due to different provisos on the promise were fascinating. Mutations themselves were fascinating, he just happened to have one a little more complex than your average ‘I can fly’ mutants with wings and things. She would secretly be eternally jealous of those with flight. It was just so cool. Realising her constant questions might be irritating him, when he simply wanted to hang out with a friend she grimaced into her milky ice-cream mix.
“Tell me to shut-up if I’m being a pest, yeah? Or ask weird questions about mine.”
She made a bit of a face. While she had tried to work out all the details of her mutation she still couldn’t figure out much more than little things, fast. Larger objects or a control on the speed was yet to be within her grasp. Mushing the ice-cream with her spoon she took another slurp and watched him over the cup.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 22, 2010 11:42:33 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
1,155
1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
Would it be worse to break a promise to kill someone or to break a promise to injure a whole group of people? Andrew stopped mid drink to consider that. The prospect of even having promises like that was horrifying but it could very well happen. The problem was Andrew didn't really know. He hadn't actually tested to see if less damage to a larger group would be more or less damaging to him than death for one person. Even just stripping it down to less possible on a group and more on one person was something he hadn't tried.
"I don't know. It's not something I've tested. I've never had a promise that affected multiple people to compare to the individual ones."
After he answered she accused herself of being a pest and told him to tell her to stop or to ask questions about her mutation if she was being annoying. Andrew didn't see it that way so he just smiled a little and took another drink of his malt.
"You aren't being a pest. Feel free to ask whatever you like."
He would answer her questions to the best of his abilities. However there were just some parts of his mutation he'd never tested. Andrew had no idea how important a promise had to be to cross over from injury to near fatal and fatal injury. He did know just about where pain turned to injury though. Andrew did try to avoid making promises all together but if he was required to make one it helped to know which ones would just hurt and which ones would bleed.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 22, 2010 17:53:11 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
It was something that would be difficult to test, of course promising to kill someone was stupid and should never be used for testing, but a promise not to hurt one person over a dozen was an interesting notion. He didn’t mind her questions, she smiled gently and considered the other peculiarities of his mutation.
“You have to say the words ‘I promise’, swearing and vowing doesn’t count… but what if you promise in a different language?”
She wracked her brains for the words in another language, Spanish, French, anything. Her mind caught and re-caught on one of the last things James had said to her, at the airport before she left forever. Hugs and tears and promises not to forget each other. Her pronunciation might be a little off by now, but the words were still there, buried in her mind.
“Kaua ‘olelo-ho’ohiki ‘ole hana poina. We promise not to forget.”
She blinked a little and shrugged sheepishly at her friend. Children promise so easily, perhaps they mean it, perhaps they don’t. Would James remember her now? All these years after she had left? It was unlikely, but then again she still saw glimpses of her childhood friend in other children, or in the way someone spoke now and then.
“The ‘olelo-ho’ohiki is the ‘promise’ word.”
Sipping on her shake her eyes rested for a moment each on the scars on his arm. She couldn’t see that they matched where the promise bands would have been on the other arm, in fact the one on the upper arm surely couldn’t, since he had never promised past his elbow.
“Is there any connection to the promise and where the injury happens? Or is it random and just the size is related do you think?”
Her fingers began fiddling with the empty nailbed on her own hand, a reminder to either keep it open, or have something in it when the portal between her palms was open. Why it had never grown back she wasn’t sure, but put it down to ripping it fully out, instead of just breaking bits of it off. Feeling a little sick she stopped touching it and sipped her drink again.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 22, 2010 18:22:05 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
1,155
1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
That was another interesting concept. Would a promise made in another language work or not? Was comprehension of what was being said required or would his mutation work arbitrarily whether he understood what he was saying or not? Verdy gave him a phrase and told him what it meant, including which part was the one that meant promise. He wouldn't be able to test the comprehension part now that he knew what he was saying but he could at least put the foreign words to the test. The word was a bit unwieldy but Andrew figured he could manage. It would also serve to test whether he could mix languages in a promise or not.
"Well, let's see then. If ‘olelo-ho’ohiki is promise then...I ‘olelo-ho’ohiki that I will throw away this cup when I'm done."
Andrew smirked. It sounded ricidulous, especially in his slight Kentucky twang. After a minute or so Andrew removed his glove to check and sure enough there was a new band on his arm.
"Well apparently other languages work even when mixed together with a different language. I'm willing to bet the grammar was off so apparently as long as the phrase can be construed as I promise in some way it works."
He tugged the glove back on. That didn't make much sense as far as the phrases I vow or I swear not working. It was weird but at least it was only one phrase in the many languages of the world he'd have to avoid.
"As far as the injuries there hasn't been in sort of pattern to where they occur. That at least seems random. The size of the injury seems to be the only correlation. "