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 Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:01 pm
Cheating? How could one cheat in a game like this? Crow pondered for a moment, and then he mentioned the library.
"Library? Oh, yes, I was meaning to head over there... I've...got a lot of reading up to do... You wouldn't mind company?"
Crow continued along easily, longer legs and hooves did give her a speedy advantage. "So, who is it you don't know? I only really know of one other, so... Yeah, I'm out of the loop like you wouldn't believe. I'll help you, if you help me. Deal?"
I see hope in you.
Finally, a nice word. Thanks, Morrigan.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:19 pm
Another ally; that was a plus. Right now, though, it seemed like it would be a repeat of the other day with Fish. He would chuck her full of information, and she would absorb the information and maybe give it to someone else. He would have to be very, very careful not to let any information about himself slip lest she give the information away. “Alright, we’ll team up, but I’ll have limits on what I can give you.”
“I don’t know anything about you, other than your physical features,” He admitted this quite blandly, as if he were talking about spices that had lost their flavor, “Or about your god.”
Keeping along, he glared ahead (In order not to give her the impression that he hated her all of the sudden), and added to this statement, “Not that it matters, though. You’re the one playing the game, not your God.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 10:22 pm
Crow pondered for a moment about his questions. She then turned around in one graceful step and smirked. "You first, Ciro, you first." She then just as easily turned back around and continued on.
Crow knew better than to trust someone she just met. Even if he was as blasphemous to humanity as she was.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 10:04 am
"Well... We can start with another question on my part."
He shifted his weight as he walked, letting his statement sink in. He wasn't going to let her win this match-- or so he wanted her to think. Building awkward and theatrical tension was always a good thing.
"What do you want to know? Depending on the question, I may just refuse to answer."
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 4:20 pm
Crow smirked, he turned out to be someone as equally skeptical as she was. The loud, yet soft, clunk of her hooves against the pavement were the only sounds she made for another minute or two before deciding on her words.
"When did you get your horns?"
The only way to build trust is ask small, not overly prying questions. At least that's what the little voice said in her head.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 9:05 pm
“Since birth.” Small questions would get small answers. He could go on about how this horribly mauled and mutilated his mother, and how because of that he was raised by the scum of the earth… But that would be giving way too much information out. Birth was good, it was honest and concise.
He scratched at the spot between his lower horn and his neck, closing an eye (but being sure to keep one deeply focused on the girl just in case.)
“Same goes to you… When did… Well, all that happen?”
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 6:27 am
Well, not as well as one would hope, but he answered.
'Heh...' Morrigan, the voice in Crow's head, and what she believed to be her goddess, was beginning to unnerve her again with the random interruptions of her own thoughts. She raised an eyebrow a moment afterward, her curiosity on whether Ciro had little stubby horns when he was born, or those.
She pondered for only a second on her own reply. "Since I was eight. Got the wings first." She provided a little more nibble of information, thoughtfully forgetting to add how her family stared at her in horror, first thinking she had splat a large crow, and then coming to the cruel realization that she had birthed forth wings from her back in less than a minute.
With a quick flick of her fluffy tail that looked at the moment more catlike than wolf-like, she queried her next question with a flat and unharmonious tone.
"Do y'know who damned you?"
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 9:39 pm
“Yea, but I wish I didn’t.” He took an angry swig of his energy drink. If anything, he must of looked like an angry drunk man taking a shot of booze, because the face he made after was one of pure repulsion.
“I heard they put whale sperm in these…” Thoughtfully he eyed the drink before taking another swig and looking as though he was about to gag. “But they work damn well so who am I to talk?”
Returning to the topic of gods, he figured he’d elaborate just a slight bit more. “See, mine is a jackass. All going on about justice and defeating everyone else… It’s pretty annoying. When I win this…”
Not if. When.
“When I win this game, I want it to be known that it was from my skills and abilities, not for the ‘puppet master’ leading me by a leash like a damn dog.”
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 5:45 pm
Yet, you thought I was a horrible b***h.
'Heh,' Crow dismissed her momentarily.
"Whale...sperm...? Sperm... Eeww, even I draw the line there." Crow replied with a twisted upper lip and skewed nose in disgust.
Another reason why was to try and ignore the 'when I win' bit. Cocky little b*****d, isn't he?
That's what her voice chimed in with upon that moment, anyway. Crow reconfigured her face back to normal a moment afterward. "Anyway, so does yours talk to you, like, constantly?"
Constantly?! I don't disturb you in your slumber! She interrupted again.
"Okay, maybe not constantly, but... It's annoying, yes? Tries to tell you want to do, makes you feel things...that...just...ain'...right..." Crow absentmindedly stared above her as if Morrigan was a small chibi sitting atop her head. Her tail flicked about for a moment as she stared upward, before returning back down to Ciro, then back out in front of her as they continued to walk. "She--"
'Gah. I gave too much out. Oh well, too late.'
"She hasn't told me what she wants yet." Crow said in haste, obviously slipping up on a major rule of street smarts: Never give out information unless you receive information. Ciro had properly executed this by not giving the gender of his god out. Crow had. She only hoped she'd receive something good in return.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 7:26 pm
Ciro squinted a bit at Crow; yea, maybe mentioning reproductive functions in front of a little girl was a bad idea.
But then she went on a crazy tangent about how much she hated her god and how horrible it was…
Rubbing at his shoulder and taking another swig of Wale Sperm, Crack, and Caffeine, Ciro pondered over the question. “Really, it’s a lot more like a doting parent constantly watching you. Eventually, I learned to tune it out.”
“Wait… Making you feel things? Isn’t that a little too much encroachment on free will?” Oh, hell yes, using big words made him feel intelligent.
But what if he couldn’t tune him out? Did gods really have the power to change their emotions? Could gods change their very beings; the very essence that made them unique? Maybe by the end of the game, they would be nothing by physical puppets for their gods to inhabit on earth… Maybe this was far more serious than it played off to be… s**t, worrying wasn’t going to solve anything…
“Can your god really change your moods?”
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 8:24 pm
"Err..." Crow paused for a moment. He didn't apparently catch her mistake.
"More like...influence. She can't change my mood...but she can persuade it quite nicely."
'Wee. Large words right back atcha!'
You didn't just say 'wee' over 'persuade'.
'ITSABIGWORDFORATENYEAROLDTHANKYOU.'
Carren, you worry me...a lot. I'm going to go now.
"Yay!--s**t I said that out loud." Crow blushed, her face now more red than her hair. "She said she was going to leave my head now, which would be nice... I can't hear myself think sometimes..." Her voice had suddenly become more of a shy schoolgirl squeak of pure embarrassment.
"Sorry... I never could tune out anyone since I got the wings, the hooves, the tail, the pointyish ears... I do and I get a sock to the cheek. Or a kick, or someone pulls feathers out of my wing... Or hair from my tail. Not as bad as hair from my head but, close..." She sighed for a moment, then glanced up at his horns.
"At least you have something that can be sort of intimidating... I have these. I'm a mutt."
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 8:45 pm
’Thank God,’ The godling thought to himself; even though bouts of schizophrenia and DID seemed bad enough, to actually have his fleeting moments of sanity give way would be a horrible thing. It seemed silly that she could be so influenced by ‘outside’ stimuli… But whatever, maybe he was just tough. Regardless, he laughed just a bit at her enthusiasm.
“Don’t let her get to you.” Easier said than done, but if Ciro could manage it, he was sure that this girl could, “You’re you and she is some coward that hides in your head and uses little girls to fight her battles. Quite frankly, your opinion probably matters a lot more than hers.”
Her tone, in fact, the entire tone of the situation, quickly changed as she elaborated.
“Yea, only one kid has ever messed with me after seeing these things… I’ve got it out for him…”
Ohcrapohcrapohcrapmalehormonesshe’ssoyoungbutshe’sagirlarchhhghghghgh!!!!
“But… I dunno… If somebody pulls that s**t with you again… Tell me. I’ll not only scare the daylights out of ‘em with these things… But I’ll beat them half to death if you want.”
Yea, Ciro, Yea. Be a false bravado! Impress a girl. Hell, if he was going to make allies… He better do it right!
He then scowled a deep, heavy scowl that made his eyes drop and his entire face lapse into hatred. There was a short pause where his face seemed frozen as a wax sculpture, before he quickly shook his head as if trying to clear an etch-a-sketch.
“Okay… Yea, maybe it is a bit hard to think with these bastards always yelling.”
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 8:55 pm
She rubbed her shoulder suddenly.
"I... I have powerful legs... I can typically handle myself..." Crow said, a small smile crossing her face. "But... Wait, if you're offering that on the table..."
She paused.
Seriously. This guy is trouble, Carren.
'He's smarter than Writ.'
Ouch! Already leavin' your boy?
'It's for the Game, Morrigan. Shaddup.'
Her eyes shifted from one side to the other, and in one quick movement she was even closer to him in proximity, her hip was practically on his.
"You play the game, I play the game. We have similar...issues and hazards to deal with. You're also smarter than the only other person I know in this game, at least, when it comes to street smarts and just...well...you're more serious about this. I didn't want to ask this until we...er... Well, until more questions were answered..."
She stopped again, suddenly tearing her disturbingly serious gaze away, and stared out into the morning sunlight as it broke over the buildings.
"My goddess is Morrigan, and I shape shift. Your turn, and then I'll ask what I wanted to ask a moment ago." She stood firm as she spoke, her hands in her pockets, and her wings flared out slightly. This little mutt meant business.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 9:09 pm
“As on the table as you can get in a game like this..”
And the tone had shifted again. Something about these girls and their ADD was a bit unsettling, but he could let it go. Allies were allies; allies with street smarts were yet another thing entirely.
“My god is Shamash, I don’t do anything.” He shrugged, letting it go as if it was no big deal, when in reality he was feeling pretty lame, “But I can pack a good punch and I guess I scare the crap out of people.”
He carefully reached inside his hoody and scratched his neck, feeling almost naked after giving out so much information in such a short time. Particularly information that made him appear weak; Goddamnit. Stupid, STUPID MOVE.
Anticipation was sweeping over him as waves despite the pounding headache he was getting. Shamash was as little pleased as Ciro over giving away so much information… What if she had lied? What if she had totally lied and was going to give his information away or morph into some big dinosaur or something and kill him? Then he was just a dumb a*****e dead in the game.
Bracing himself, he prepared for the worst, but tried to look casual; an eyebrow cocked seemed to suffice for curiosity over whatever question this might be, while his hands slipped into his pockets.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 9:14 pm
"Unless it's for a good reason, and you at least let me know, no sharing information about me. Okay? I'll do the same for you..."
She finally turned back to him, a smirk on her face.
"Allies?"
...heh...hehehehe.... I think I had a heart attack just then...
'Chill. I know what I am doing.'
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