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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jul 8, 2012 19:06:22 GMT -5
Wednesday sniffs and crossing his arms, pretending to be offended. "Better'n you."
Why ever would Valerie be worried about long lineups? She has the most amazing and funny person ever with her to keep her entertained!
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 8, 2012 19:33:31 GMT -5
“That’s a very low standard,” Valerie laughs as the cashier rings up the items and puts them in a bag. She pays, accepts the receipt and then grabs it, turning back to Wednesday to grin as she walks past him out into the atrium.
There was a couple leaning on the rail not too far away, their children running around with ice cream in their hands. She pauses to watch them, tilting her head to listen for Wednesday’s footsteps.
“Well, guess there’s nothing for it. Wanna grab something to eat?” she offers, and if Wednesday looks close enough, he'll see the edges of her irises turning white.
The couple scream rather nicely as they suddenly fall over the railings. It would be a three story fall before they touched ground.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jul 8, 2012 19:59:23 GMT -5
"At least I have standards," Wednesday says, nose up snootily in the air. He follows Valerie into the atrium, humming the sort of tune that gets stuck in your head, but you can't for the life of you remember what song its from.
There's probably something wrong with engaging in casual conversation with the villain he tried to beat up several nights back, but Wednesday can't quite remember what it is.
"Well, I do like eati-" He swears loudly at the sudden scream, watching with wide eyes at the couple goes toppling over the railing. He joins several other people in rushing for the railing, and almost goes bounding over it himself. It's not fear of the height that stops him. He's pretty sure his power can keep him safe even from that far a fall, and he'd be pretty thrilled to try and find out! But... he's not sure if he could help these people. Maybe if he could somehow get under both of them and then absorb the energy of the impact-
And then he'd reveal himself as an unlicensed meta. A very distinctive unlicensed meta-human. And that would probably land him in all sorts of thoroughly un-fun sort of trouble, and maybe he wouldn't get to run around as a masked vigilante at night anymore.
He never gets to make his decision, because his indecision makes it for him. The problem with rescues is that they tend to be time sensitive. Wednesday watches the couple fall.
"Damn," he says quietly.
He is, in fact, a pretty bad hero.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 9, 2012 5:32:21 GMT -5
“Well that’s unfortunate,” she murmurs, watching the people line up behind the railing opposite of them as she trails after Wednesday. There was a gaggle of five teens, and old man in his seventies and young woman in a green dress, all of them watching the scene below with morbid fascination. More and more people are joining them every second.
That was going to take a bit more effort than just pushing two people off, but she could still manage it quite easily. She had a threat to keep. It might even be really funny, all those people just randomly sailing through the air.
“What do you think caused that?” Valerie whispers, leaning on the railing next to Wednesday. The sound of crying children rings through the hushed murmurs. She focuses on the gaggle of teens, listens to their screams as a sudden vortex of air sucks them away from the safety of the railings.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jul 9, 2012 15:53:08 GMT -5
Wednesday stares down at the fallen couple, little broken dolls scattered across the atrium three stories below, and tries to remember what he should be feeling. Sad, probably? He's kind of sad, he thinks. Like, bummer, man. It sucks to be those people. Sucks to be their kids. But that's not enough, is it? Maybe he's supposed to be horrified. Do the people around him look horrified? He doesn't feel horrified.
He doesn't feel much of anything. Oh look! People! Possibly dead! That's kind of sad, whatever, move on, go about your day. Oh look! Dead squirrel on the road! That's kind of sad. Whatever.
No, that's not right. He's not right anymore, and he already knew that, but some times it's more obvious than others, and right now he feels so wrong it makes his stomach churn.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, as Valerie gloats into his ear, and more people go flying - haha! Looks like fun, he should join them, but no, it's not fun. He's not sure who he's apologizing to. Is he trying to convince himself that he's sorry for the people that he didn't rescue? Is he apologizing to who he was for not being him anymore? To his friends who knew him? What would they think of him now...
No, no, it doesn't matter, they're dead, I'm dead, I'm with them it doesn't matter who I am anymore! Wednesday's fists clench on the railing and he says hoarsely, "It's not fun..." Then he spins and tries to drive a fist into Valerie's face. "It's not funny!"
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 10, 2012 9:33:28 GMT -5
At the apology, Valerie turns to watch Wednesday, listening to the panicked noises of the crowd. They were quickly picking up that something was very, very wrong and many were evacuating, only a few lingering in the confusion.
Hero boy wasn't looking too pleased. She knows the punch is coming but she doesn’t even dodge it. She even grins as Wednesday’s fist slams into the side of her mouth.
“Are ya mad?” Val half laughs and half slurrs, staggering back and catching herself on a fibreglass statue of an ice cream mascot. “Why are you mad? I told you what I would do.” Her teeth were stained red with blood from the freshly split lip. There was probably a loose tooth in there somewhere. The woman doesn’t bother to wipe the blood off and it dribbles down her neck as she straightens back up.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jul 10, 2012 18:41:09 GMT -5
"Yes I mad, you ore-damned pug-smuggler!" Wednesday screams, uncaring of whether or not he attracts attention to them. There's certainly distraction enough on the lower levels to keep a lot of mall-goers and staff busy.
"We're all mad here!" he says, laughter bubbling up in his throat. He slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle it even as he attempts to knee Valerie in the ovaries.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 11, 2012 11:11:46 GMT -5
Valerie laughs as she slips to the side, dodging the knee and trying to push the the mascot on top of Wednesday. And to think this day had started out so ordinary too! Now here she was, pushing people off of the railing and pissing off a vigilante. It was almost like the good old days before the mind numbing years of immobilization and soft talks with a therapist.
She grimaces at that, stepping back and eying her surroundings, putting the bag of undergarments down. From the previous fight, she’d quite quickly discovered that no amount of vortices were going to budge the bastard if he didn’t want to be moved.
"Is that news?" she taunts instead, mentally taking inventory of her pockets. "Been mad here for a good while now!" Just a bunch of cash and a pen, really. But he did lose the ability use it when he was distracted, as she’d done with the strangling. How could she use that?
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jul 11, 2012 15:14:41 GMT -5
Wednesday stumbles out of the way of the falling mascot, falling to the ground - it's harder to keep your balance when you're pressing a hand over your mouth hard enough to hurt. He's back on his feet quickly, however, glaring at Valerie with wild eyes.
"Is it news that you're stupid?" he snipes, trying to regain his composure. "Stupid chum-faced cud-bucket! I'm should be mad, not angry!"
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 11, 2012 16:54:43 GMT -5
“Hey, I’m not the stupid one who thought annoying someone like me would be fun,” Valerie sighs, palms spread outwards in exasperation. Really! “Now you’re jus’ pissed cus it ain’t fair- you thought I was jokin’ or something! Self-centered gits like you- you only see yourself at risk when everyone else is walkin’ around with buckets a’ kerosene too.”
“Y’know, I’m sorry,” she snickers, taking a step back. “I told you already. It ain’t you whose gotta play dice with the reaper today.”
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jul 12, 2012 20:30:58 GMT -5
Wednesday shakes his head angrily. Maybe if he shakes it hard enough all his irritating thoughts will fly right out and go splat on the floor, just like those innocent people that he just can't care about much. I'm sorry. "You don't understand anything."
He vaults over the fallen cartoony ice cream cone man and tries to tackle Valerie. "Stop trying to kill other people, you'll make a girl jealous!"
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 15, 2012 10:34:49 GMT -5
“But I wanna kill other people!” Valerie pouts, trying to bring her elbow down Wednesday’s skull. “And I wanna make you watch me as I do it! It’s gonna be so freaking romantic, ya see. Jus’ you, me and a whole building of screaming bags a’ organs!”
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jul 15, 2012 21:05:58 GMT -5
"Killing people isn't romantic!" Valerie's elbow jams into Wednesday's head and sets off a fascinating array of sparkly lights in his vision. He groans in pain, but refuses to let it prevent him from bantering. "Killing people just makes you a jerk!"
He thinks maybe there are people yelling at them, but it's hard to hear over the ringing in his ears. Were those people in uniforms approaching them? Wednesday's too busy trying to bite Valerie's other arm to check.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 17, 2012 2:18:00 GMT -5
“You just have no appreciation for my culture,” Valerie sighs, entirely unbothered by the biting. Mostly because she couldn’t really feel Wednesday’s teeth through the leather sleeve anyways.
She does try to smother him with the jacket, but that is promptly derailed by the appearance of officers. Eying the approaching security, she wonders whether or not they’d heard the little spiel about murdering everyone. Would have to send them over the rail too if that were the case.
“This guy’s freakin’ the hell out!” she calls to them instead for the moment.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jul 19, 2012 10:20:15 GMT -5
Wednesday blinks in slight confusion and lets go of Valerie's arm, rolling away to sit on the floor.
"Only because she pushed people over the edge!" he shouts to the security guards.
The guards share looks, and one of them breaks out handcuffs, and says, "We're going to have to detain you both until the police arrive."
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