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Post by Sora-No on May 11, 2021 1:57:00 GMT -8
Alex walked through the Deep Sea Sanctuary, the mist of the early morning rising as he trod through the town. A small pack accompanied him, though it seemed to have some heft and weight behind it, sagging against his back. He held on to the strap quite protectively, heading out of the town. He had a meeting he had to attend, and he wasn't going to miss it. Though, at this point, he's procrastinated enough he could just... flake again. No, Jasper will never let him live it down. The sun was barely rising when Alex arrived at a abandoned farm. Patchy fields, filled with wilted crops or unsettled dirt. Maybe the place didn't get much nutrients, and the owners jumped ship rather than pay for the materials necessary to keep it maintained. The orange-haired fellow wasn't going to attempt to rationalize it, though. On the other side of a decayed fence post, three other teenagers waiting, one waving to Alex as he approached, a giddy grin on his face. "Alex, so glad you made it!" The boy said, his voice light and having an almost prepubescent air to it. He had soft features, with curly hair. A faded dye was present, the boy's head having multiple hues of purple. Amber eyes, full of energy despite the ungodly time they were up, were friendly and warm. "Hey Jasper," Alex would say, slowly moving the bag off of his back, holding the top strap tightly before looking at the other two, "Curt, you got your end of the deal?" His eyes were focused, not necessarily deterred by the early time, the trip here giving him time to wake up.
Curt, a taller individual, broad shoulders and a more bolstered physique, his features chiseled with short cut brown hair to match nodded, his warm red eyes darting to the right at the multiple trash bags. There were bloodshot strings, connecting and meeting at his pupils- he probably spent all night meeting his end of the bargain.
The last teenager, practically falling asleep against the fence post, was still in what seemed to be a work shirt. Long blond hair covering most of his features, but purple bags becoming quite visible underneath the strands of hair. The name tag had "WILLIAM" printed in all black lettering.
Alex would crack his neck on each side before getting to work.
William will be woken up quite quickly, so no need to worry about that.
After some setup, Alex seemed to have set up an impromptu firing range. The bags, filled with miscellaneous bottles and cans, were now lined up along the fence posts, along with being on the ground and attached by duck tape to said posts. Once that was finished, he'd huff, a smile gracing his features before turning, his face turning serious as he opened the pack he brought in.
It started with a small blanket, which he unfurled and placed on the ground, then tending to the other goodies therein. It seemed to be an assortment of weapon parts. Caliber- .22, nothing to dangerous, and small enough to carry a good amount here. Semi-automatic, simple and efficient. Small capacity magazine, 11 in a mag, 1 in the chamber makes 12. A short, ten inch barrel, a collapsible stock attached to the end. With a calculating, step-by-step nature, Alex started taking out the parts, laying them out on the blanket and methodically putting the weapon together.
"Where do you get these kind of tools, anyway, 'Lex?" Jasper chimed, leaning over Alex while he worked. "What did I say?" "Right- don't ask where." "I have a question," Curt would quip, pacing back and forth across a line drawn in the ground, seemingly from Alex, "How do you know all about this? I mean, you're younger than me, so who taught you all of this?" Alex wouldn't even look up from his work, responding almost off-handedly. Like he's answered the question a million times at this point, "As I said, I offered to show you guys how to handle and fire weapons without getting yourself or others hurt, in return for you guys not asking me questions. Not the how, not the where I got x. That was agreed, remember?" "Right, but-" "Alex is right, Curt," Jasper would interrupt, sitting cross-legged on the grass now, "If we wanna learn this, just keep it anonymous." His smile seemed to almost reminisce, "I mean, we all went from a group of buds playing video games to learning how to shoot actual guns! Like, I'm not going to do anything to ruin this opportunity-" He'd give Curt a friendly glare, a sneer plastering his young features, "-and I'm not letting you ruin it for me. Got it?" Curt would speak, but Alex would cut them off as he stood, holding the small firearm at his side with his left hand, the right holding the magazine, "Will awake yet?" "Nah, still half dead, basically" "Is he behind the line, at least?" "You mean the stupid line you drew in the sand?" "No, the line you'll be following on your GPS when I tell you to head home. What other line would I be talking about?" Curt would scoff, "Yes, he's behind the line." "Good." In a motion so smooth, Alex would turn his back to the others, his hands flowing like water as he placed the magazine into the weapon. His dominant hand, his left, clicking the safety off as he raised the weapon. Both eyes open and calm behind his glasses as he look from target to target, a shot ringing out as his body followed. Each small bullet hitting a can taped on a post with clean precision and accuracy. William would jump out of his skin behind the line, his head darting back and forth, "I-I'm awake, I'm awake!" Curt would laugh loudly, Alex silently lowering the weapon, clicking the safety back on and removing the magazine. "Okay," he would say, pulling the rack and checking the chamber to ensure it was empty, "now we can get started." Alex spent the next few hours showing William and Jasper how to shoot. William was the first, now undoubtedly awake. His posture was definitely lax, and he held the weapon with no rigidness. Alex would coach this first before giving him a magazine, slapping his non-dominant hand every time it was off-kilter. Once he got that down, he would show him how to load and rack the weapon, stepping behind him before telling him to take the safety off. And, to his credit, he wasn't a bad shot. He had a problem with jumping after every shot, as if scared of the shot ringing out despite William being the one pulling the trigger. After the fourth or fifth jump, Alex would step beside him, telling him to put the safety on. "What's the issue?" He'd ask, his hand pulling the weapon barrel down to the floor, "You seem to be spooked of your own shots." "I-It's just, it's really fucking loud." Alex would give a small chuckle, a warm smile gracing his otherwise cold features. Thank the gods, at least that's easy to correct. "This is nothing, Will," Alex would say, "Higher calibers are even louder." He'd ease Will to let go of the rifle, removing the magazine and emptying the chamber, catching the bullet, "That's thankfully an easy fix, I'll just bring ear protection next time, aight?" That would get a grin from the younger one, relief filling his face, "Really? That'd be great!" Alex would nod, directing him back behind the line before bringing Jasper up to the firing line. Jasper was a quick learner, having intently watched the tips and showings from Will, and only needing light correcting. His aim was a bit harder to refine, with him requiring constant advice and consultation to correct. "Jasper." "Yeah?" Jasper asked, clicking the weapon's safety on and putting the weapon down. And without me even needing to ask, this might be a ton easier than I thought. "You're compensating for the kick of the weapon before even firing it. So, you're missing and letting the kick of the weapon put you back on target-" He'd walk up to the post, tapping the post, having soaked a good amount of .22 rounds, "-after you've shot." "You don't need to compensate for a semi-auto weapon. Make sure the shot rings true and is on target. You can correct for the kick on the second shot. Got it?" "I think so..." Jasper would say, Alex grabbing the weapon and doing the same routine as with William. Remove the mag, Empty the chamber. Jasper would look up at Alex, confusion fluttering across his features. "You'll have to work on that next time, though." A laugh would leave Alex's lips, "You've already burned enough ammo, you'll leave Curt nothing to shoot with." Jasper would laugh, nodding and heading behind the line alongside Will, who was mindlessly looking at his phone. Curt would finally get a chance, and after watching the others for hours, was quite annoyed and impatient. He needed next to no correction on stance, and once given the all clear, started firing on the cans. His shots were impeccable. Sure, there were misses, but for an absolute beginner, it was definitely great. But Alex wasn't pleased, despite the cocky grins Curt gave him. He never turned the safety on, never waited for the all-clear between Alex handing him the next magazine. After dumping a third magazine, he'd remove it, dropping it on the ground, before scoffing and looking at Alex. "What has got you glaring at me like that?" "You didn't put the safety on." "I didn't-" He'd laugh, looking around. Fuming. "I stay up all night getting the shit for target practice, I then wait four fucking hours waiting my turn patiently. And you're concerned about the safety?" He held the weapon slack at his side, causing Alex to walk up to him. Pace brisk. Hands in tight fists. "Hell, I emptied the mag on those fucking cans, with better accuracy than-" Curt waved the gun, the barrel pointing towards the other two. With a quickness the taller and broader Curt wasn't expecting, Alex grabbed the barrel of the rifle, pulling it up and away from the other two. In a jerk reaction, Curt's hand tightened on the trigger, a round firing off, causing both Jasper and Will to jump. Silence filled the four boys as the sound of the shot slowly faded. Fear filled Curt's face as the realization kicked in, finally meeting Alex's. Staring him down behind his glasses, a cold fury behind them sending a chill down the older boy's spine. "I-I didn't-" Curt would begin, letting go of the weapon, Alex tugging it away from him, his other hand grabbing the larger man's shirt, cutting Curt's words off in to a scared yelp. "Shut. Up." He dropped the gun on the ground, now certifiably empty, pointing at the other two, confusion and concern from both Jasper and Will, more of the latter with Jasper than the former. "You almost got your two friends killed. Why? Because You. Didn't. Listen." He pushed Curt away from him, releasing the grip on the larger boy's shirt. "You disregarded the precautions, the line, the safety on the fucking gun. And you failed to realize that while it's an eleven round mag, there's another in the chamber. If you keep this up, I'd be surprised you'd be able to ride a bike without running over someone with your sheer fucking ignorance." "Go home, all of you. We'll pick this up when I feel like one of you won't be a fucking casualty."
The walk home was quiet and uneventful. He packed the contents of his pack back in said pack, putting it back on his shoulder. The others went their separate ways, Curt heading home with a fear of what could have been filling his head, with William following behind Jasper, who walked off towards the Ignis Reach.
When Alex finally arrived back at the Deep Sea Sanctuary, he'd open the door to his home, silent and empty as always. He'd head downstairs, meeting a locked door, a pinpad on the right side. After inputting an almost comedically long string of numbers, the door would click, opening inward.
You see, while this is where Alex lives, this isn't technically his home. He was taken in by a certain Josh Proctor. A self-proclaimed 'Godly Hitman'. A prowess for weapons and technology to an almost fanatical obsession. This basement is his "vault", if you would. His little stash of equipment.
The room was filled with white lights, illuminating racks of weapons of varying calibers and variants. In the middle, a large counter-table, sets of tool coupled to each side. He'd set the pack on the table, making a mental note to clean it and reconstruct it tomorrow. Because, frankly, he was tired, and quite flustered.
He expected things to go awry, given they were all between 15 and 17 years of age, but with how well Will and Jasper went about it, he was hopeful. Curt was... a problem. He didn't feel confident teaching him anything right now. And they wondered why I delayed it this long, he thought to himself, fluffing his orange hair before ascending the steps out of the 'vault'.
He'd head back up to the quite... mundane looking house. There wasn't any prominent decorations, with the main area of the house being an open concept kitchen, with a large dining room table on the wall opposite the front door. There were three rooms in a hallway to the right, one being his room. The basement door was to the left, the stairs hidden behind a wall, a gray and green painting taking stock there. He'd look around the empty house, before shrugging and heading back outside.
Frankly, his day's been shit. So, he's gonna get something to eat. Some good shit. With the condemning items in the house, he can go about his day normally, and with Josh's money he could get a meal fit for a fucking king, so he was going to do just that.
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Post by fluffymcsnuggles on May 14, 2021 11:18:47 GMT -8
She has to admit traveling was far different than what she expected. Some people tried to get a little too aggressive on the road and let's just say they regretted their attitude. If you think you're an asshole wait until you meet the young witch Morgan Hallewell. Living alone with two sisters does no favors for anyone socially, especially when they have the temperament of a storm. On the bright side, at least nobody willingly fucks with her. Well, they try to because she looks like a naive little girl. She is, but for entirely different reasons.
Morgan has been on the road for a while now, determined to live life on her terms. She figures she's managed to throw her two sisters off her trail for a bit. Good luck trying to find her in a large city like this. She was happy to explore this place bustling with life and with people. Not that she's really talked to anyone. Frankly, she doesn't know how to initiate a conversation. She doesn't know how to do much of anything in the real world.
She is really good at getting herself into trouble though. Nothing she hasn't been able to get out of yet but one day it will bite her in the ass. She still has all her cash on her which is an achievement in a setting like this she's learned. She also realized that technically, she was wealthy in the eyes of some people. That was nice, feeds her ego which is already a dangerous thing. Fucking teenagers.
She needs a good place to eat for the time being. Her legs are tired from wandering around all day. Though she still takes in the sights this district has to offer. She looks around like a child enraptured by wonder, which she very much is. She wanders by a mundane-looking house only to get a shove from the door with whoever opened it.
"Ow!!! That fucking hurt," she exclaims with a pout and furrowed brows which make for an adorable angry face. She rubs her face trying to ease the small ache there. "Fucking...asshole..." she mutters
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Post by Sora-No on May 14, 2021 12:01:37 GMT -8
Okay so y'know how Alex said he's had a shit day? This young lady just about made it for him. His door isn't what you would call close to the sidewalk, so what was this lady even thinking? He stifled a laugh, assuming it was Jasper or maybe Will before getting the very... kind response back. Okay, day no longer made, this lady's annoying.
He'd give her a look behind his sharp glasses before turning around, locking his door as he spoke, "Don't pout at me, lady. Standing next to doors isn't really the smartest idea." He'd hop down his steps, looking at her finally. He wasn't that much taller than her, funnily enough, though she definitely looked around his age. Even if she seemed to act half that age. Who raised this lady? He'd put both his hands in his pockets, tilting his head ever so slightly, "You aren't from around here, are you?" The ribbons in the hair is a good indication- Deep Sea is a very... wet place. Raining and snowing most of the time. Those ribbons would be ruined real quick. The travelling boots are also a good indication. "Might as well introduce yourself, since you walked into my door." His posture was completely slack, almost slouching. His amber eyes blinking but not breaking eye contact.
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Post by fluffymcsnuggles on May 14, 2021 19:12:21 GMT -8
"I wasn't standing in front of your door," she replied incredulously with a scoff. "I was just walking by. I wanted a closer look at some of the architecture here," she continued. This was partially true, but she had absolutely no interest in this mundane little structure before her. She only happened to wander by it since she was distracted by the exterior of another structure across the way. Sometimes you needed a step back for perspective. Seems Morgan happened to step a little too far.
She has no clue that she is acting childish. If you think her tantrums are bad... They are pretty bad but she's seen and survived worse. The people who raised her were not prepared for children and never quite figured out how to raise one. Morgan is the result of their attempts. Quite sad really. "What's it to you?" She replies sassily at the question hands on her hips. She's suspicious of someone attempting to discern her whereabouts and go about. She's just suspicious of people in general. Can't say the people who raised her raised her with social graces. Well- one of them sure did try.
She straightens up her posture so she can look him in the eye. It isn't hard considering how close they are in height. But her indigo eyes give a burning stare, as hot as the flash of lightning. There is a lot of rage in that tiny body. She gives a roll of her eyes and sighs.
"I'm not falling for this. You may simply refer to me as Morgan. What may I call you?" she says. She's heard of the tricks of the fae. Can't be too careful with anyone. She doesn't know if some chose to reside in the city. Would be unusual but this place is pretty well connected to machinations of nature in some regard.
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Post by Sora-No on May 14, 2021 19:40:05 GMT -8
Alex would give a tilt of his head before shaking it at her response, a hand placed on the bridge of his nose, "Y'know, okay, just don't stand in front of doors next time." He wasn't even going to attempt to argue with this lady. She doesn't see what the problem is here, so he's not going to sit here and attempt to tell her about it. Sounds like a waist of time and he wants some fucking food. "Oh, it's nothing to me," Alex would point at her hair, "but no one adds ribbon to their hair around here, what with all the rain and all. Those ribbons are gonna get all mildew-ey and I doubt you want that anywhere near your head." The boy would shrug, leaning back on and forth on his heels, "I'd suggest getting a cloak or hood or something while you're in town, or just ditch the ribbons altogether." "You can call me Lex. And as for what you're falling for, it's called a normal conversation. I don't know what kind of thing a sixteen year old would want, but you do you." Alex would turn on his heel, starting to walk away, before turning his head to look back at Morgan, "Since you're new in town, might as well show you the good food spot in town. Unless you're scared of a teenage ploy that I miraculously came up with on the spot." There would be a chuckle as he started walking. Hopefully he can just show her the place, get his food, then never see this lady again. That would be a blessing. Though, given Alex's luck in general, he's probably going to have to deal with Morgan her entire time in town. JOY
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Post by fluffymcsnuggles on May 14, 2021 19:58:02 GMT -8
" Yeah yeah I'll be more careful in front of doors next time," she relents with a side-eyed pout. Geez, he's as nagging as her sisters. How annoying, it's like they're here even when they're not. She continues to give him a suspicious glare but acknowledges his advice. She doesn't take the ribbon out because fuck you, she's keeping that in there. Not because it's the greatest idea but because...spite. Besides nothing, a good washing can't solve anyways. Morgan does however reach into her bag and pull out a cloak throwing the hood over her head to get cover from some of the weather. " Thanks," she said begrudgingly and stepping away. She scrunched up her nose at his sass and rolls her eyes. But there is the slightest hint of a smirk there. " I dunno food for one thing. Money for another. I happened to think you could be a trickster of some kind who uses clever wording against people," she replied. A bit outlandish but to her, it seemed perfectly reasonable. Her brows furrow at his oddly generous offer to show her around the city. She was hungry...but he was being weirdly nice. Then again she had to admit she did not know what normal people were like. Or people in general. All the guests at her house had been FAR from normal. She decided to follow after him, though she didn't look all too pleased about it either. Her eyes begin to flick about as she attempts to memorize her surroundings, though she still has a glower on her face. " What's the name of the place?" she asks. |
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Post by Sora-No on May 14, 2021 21:30:32 GMT -8
Alex would give a small nod as Morgan donned a cloak. A hat would've also been decent but honestly the cloak'll be a lot more consistent. While it might not be rainy right now, the second you're not ready for it to, it will rain, and you won't have a fun time. Alex can guarantee this, given he's gone home soaked enough to mop the entire floor of his house twice over.
A small chuckle would leave Alex, his hands leaving his pockets and resting behind his back. A big bad trickster, huh? Better than most would assume of me, Alex would think. Most people just find him uneasy to be around, though he doesn't really know the why behind that. Maybe because he's a bit sassy and crude? Even then it still is a bit excessive the reaction some people give.
"No trickery here, just a guy getting food despite getting rudely bumped into." He'd look back, the hints of a sneer on his otherwise cold facial structure. At the question Morgan raised, he'd give a shrug, "Depends. There's a decent pizza place called Crusty's, there's a fantastic but little pricey burger joint called By the Pound. And then there's an ice cream shop on the other side of town called Royal Swirl that I'd recommend checking out before you skip town." "I'm personally heading to By the Pound. If you wanna try it, it's on me, since you don't know food or money for one thing or another." Is Alex really concerned about funds? Not really. Given Josh's lifestyle, he's got funds on funds on funds. He can blow some of it getting some nice ass food. And show this person a nice meal before giving her the boot. His older brother, Hayle, taught him a good amount of skills. How to use magic (barely), how to cook and make food. But also Hayle wanted to be a hero, so he was big on teaching Alex about 'being a good person' to 'everyone and anyone'. Alex finds that idea contrive and, frankly, quite stupid. But if he can use one good thing to get someone off his skin to be someone else's problem, he's definitely down to do that.
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Post by fluffymcsnuggles on May 15, 2021 6:05:27 GMT -8
Her pout deepens at his comment and she scoffed him. " Please, it's not like I was trying to get smacked in the face by a fucking door," she grumbled while fiddling with her coat. Does this guy take her for an idiot or something? That pisses her off a little. Does he really think she's stupid?! She almost wasn't even listening to his list of food options. She could feel the edges of her neatly trimmed nails dig into the cloak around her. Morgan may be relatively naive, but she knows an outburst at a stranger is just not a good time. Though her sharp temperament does her little favors in this regard. " First of all- I do in fact have money thank you very much so I'll be paying for my OWN meal," she snaps pointing a finger at him. No Morgan...it's free food! Damn her and her spiteful attitude. Also, she has a hard time accepting help in general. Anything that feels remotely like pity she will refuse. " Whatever... How long have you lived here? How long has this place been around?" Might as well get some local history from this jerk. The rudeness though is familiar. Oddly comforting to Morgan since this stranger was so willing to put up with her bad attitude and she was willing to put up with his. |
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Post by Sora-No on May 15, 2021 10:03:49 GMT -8
Alex would give a small snicker, but would stop bringing it up. For now. As fun as it was bringing up the point the lady did a big fucking dumb, having Morgan blow up on him would be annoying as shit. And Alex would like to get his food before then, if possible. So, away they go for food.
Or just him? She seems to be getting pouty and wordy with him because he offered to pay. Is it to try to spite him? Cause he doesn't really care at the end of the day, she can pay or do whatever. He offered, so an attempt was made. At Morgan's change of subject, Alex would shrug, "To be honest? Don't remember. I know it was covered in class, but I didn't really care so-" He'd look back, his hands point at his left ear then over his right, "-in one ear out the other. All I remember is it's old as balls and that Yuki is running around somewhere being all nice and shit." Yuki, the goddess of water, was definitely a nice person, if not a bit... much. For Alex, anyways. Though, given he has short patience with even his friends, his social battery is practical on empty at all times, so not too surprising that he has no patience for an actively nice individual. Yes, thank you for being nice, please leave. "We're here, by the way." The place was quite quiet given its time of day- usually the place was packed, but out of all of Alex's shit luck at the very least he can depend on food to be kind to him. He'd open the door, not really holding it open or anything, and walked in. Hopefully she doesn't walk into another door, Alex would think with a chuckle. The place was large. Tables strung along the walls to the left and right, with smaller tables in between. A bar-like counter in the front, a guy standing there with a smile, "Hello! How many are eatin' today?" Alex would quietly hold up two fingers, the man nodding and sending them to a table on the left, Alex gesturing over to Morgan with a "Come on" before heading over, sitting down as the employee gave them two menus before walking off. "So, Morgan- what brought you to, quite literally, my front door?" Alex didn't even look at the menu, tapping mindlessly on the table. He's been here hundreds of times at this point, he knows what he's getting off the top of his head. The young boy would continue, "Adventure? Just thought it sounded neat?" He was mostly just giving idle chatter while waiting for the waiter/waitress to show up and ask for drinks and such.
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Post by fluffymcsnuggles on May 15, 2021 10:15:10 GMT -8
She heard that laugh and sent him a glare. Not that she was going to complain though. The strangely familiar interaction is at least comforting. She's surprised he hasn't told her to go away yet like her siblings tend to do. She's smart enough to respect people's boundaries when they decide to establish them that is. " Tell me about it...history is so boring," she says with a sigh. All she had were books and the stories her sisters had to tell. She had to admit her sister's stories were far more entertaining but definitely didn't serve as a good way to learn history. Strange that a god chose to reside here. But not strange enough to make Morgan care any further beyond that. Besides she wouldn't really know how to act in front of a god. Chances are it would go poorly and she knows it. Her few interactions outside her home so far have been...a mixed bag of ok and 'i hate this.' She looks up at the building to try and memorize its exterior for next time. If there is a next time. She just needs a place to stay for a few days. Shouldn't be too hard to find an affordable inn. Once inside she throws the hood off and settles into a seat. She peers over the menu quickly to try and determine what she wants to order. She looked up and raised an unamused brow at his question and guesses. " I'm traveling. I'm just looking for an inn at the moment. I just happened to get distracted by the architecture," she says. All of these things were true. But it didn't reveal much. " The fact I was at your front door when you opened it was an unfortunate coincidence." |
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Post by Sora-No on May 16, 2021 14:31:49 GMT -8
Alex would nod, looking around for whoever the server was, and when they'd show up. If you think Alex is known for patience, you are absolutely dead wrong, he gets annoyed with a 30 second wait much less a minute or two for FOOD. But he has enough restraint to not show it outwardly, so at least that's halfway commendable.
"Yes, the architecture you ended up eating a little while ago." He'd chuckle, "So, now that you've seen it, you wanted to taste it, right? So while my door was just coincidence, I must ask- how'd it taste?" This is his attempt to playfully kid. Unfortunately, given his flat tone of voice and half-dead stare, it's not really shown as well as he probably intended. Guess they're both socially dead one way or another, huh? The server would finish his statement off cold, a smiling young man with an apron on, name tag printed as Will- OH SON OF A BITCH. The younger boy, with blonde hair, fair complexion, and seeming much more awake, gave a mischievous grin, eyeing them both with warm teal eyes. "Well, color me surprised. Alex, I thought you left the house only when it's night, like some kind of rapid-fire vamp!" Alex would put his finger to his brow for a moment, before chuckling, looking at Will with a smile, "Good to see you, too, asshat." "What can I get you and-" he'd peer at Morgan, "your lady friend here, anything to drink?" Will would lean in, his whisper only heard by Alex, "Good choice, seems cute," before a yelp of pain as Alex kicked out at his shin, Will hopping a bit before backing off. A halfway devilish grin on his face. "I'll get a milkshake, the usual. As for her-" Alex would gesture, giving Morgan the opportunity to pick what she wanted to drink and such. If looks could kill, Alex would have blown Will's head off nine times over.
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Post by fluffymcsnuggles on May 16, 2021 20:41:23 GMT -8
Morgan begins to flip over the menu and try and figure out what she wanted. Oh hey, they had milkshakes. Wonder if they're as good as Gwen's. There's also a lot of other stuff that sounds a little unfamiliar to her, but like hell is she gonna make that known. She doesn't want to seem stupid. Her eyes narrowed into an icy glare that could make hell freeze over. The cold sheets of fiery indigo rain down in her gaze. She gathers up some of the napkins into a few wads and begins violently tossing them at Alex. Ah, the deadly accuracy of being literally a few feet apart. " Fuck. You," she growls out continuing her napkin assault. Is this playfully or is she mad? ...Yes? Just be lucky she didn't decide to fistfight Alex over that. She'd probably lose but that wouldn't stop her. What actually stops her is the necessity to act somewhat polite when the waiter walks over. She let out a cackle when the waiter referred to Alex as a vamp. Damn, she wished she thought that he does sorta look like a vampire. Her laugh immediately stops and turns into a cold dead menacing stare as soon as Will calls her 'his lady friend'. Excuse you bitch? " I'll have a chocolate milkshake, please and thank you," she says with a grin that walks the line between genuine and snide. Her face seems to say a lot more than she does. |
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Post by Sora-No on May 17, 2021 17:16:33 GMT -8
Alex would defend himself, a natural kiddish laugh leaving him as he dealt with the lethal dousing of paper cleaners thrown his way. Wow, he was sure in danger with all of this. He's probably going to stop for now, though, just because Morgan's run out of napkins, and there's only sharp implements after that. And the orange head has bad enough vision as it is, don't remove his depth perception as well.
Will would give a laugh as Morgan glared at him, "Ah, you both have a death stare! Alex, I thought you didn't have any family in town?" Alex would start picking up the napkins, absent-mindedly talking as he did so, "No, I don't. This lady just so happened to walk up to my front door." He'll ignore to mention she walked in to his door for now. "Oh, so it's fate, then, huh?" Will would laugh as he spoke more, seeing the glare Alex gave almost enhancing as he continued to speak, "You walk up to his door, either for help or directions or what not, you're both giving death glares. It's set in stone! It's like looking in a mirror!" Alex would blankly reply with, "What's gonna be set in stone is my foot up your ass." Will would chuckle, backing up, his hands up passively, "Got it, I'll go grab your milkshakes, be right back-" "Apologies for my friend, he's nice but-" He'd think of a nice word to say, then immediately say 'fuck it' and go with what popped in his head, "-stupid." He's a great homie, though. He's known him longer than all of his friends, and is a genuinely kind person. Even if, given his current employment, he's basically sleeping at all times of the night instead of gaming with the lads. But whatever, money I guess does that.
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Post by fluffymcsnuggles on May 17, 2021 17:28:53 GMT -8
As a good measure, she also flips him off when she's done throwing her napkins. Fuck him for laughing. She has her cheeks puffed up slightly as she huffs at him. She won't mess up his depth perception, she'll fucking take out his eyes. She's a woman of extremes. Her nose scrunched in distaste at Will's teasing. Doubtful Alex would ever be let into the coven. Does seem like the magic type. Besides Morgan's definition and understanding were a little strange and unconventional. It is not like she is aware of it or mentions it though. She makes a dramatic gagging face at the mention of fate. Ugh, this waiter is fucking irritating. Is everyone in this town annoying? Seems so. Morgan continued to keep her glare on Will as he walked away. She turns her gaze back to Alex and rolls her eyes. " Why apologize for someone else's actions? He's annoying though." She said pointedly glaring in the direction Will walked off once again. " That's the sort of company you willing keep?" She asks, her tone curious and judgemental at the same exact time. Nice going. |
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Post by Sora-No on May 19, 2021 11:43:33 GMT -8
Okay so at this point, Alex could not for the life of him get what the hell is happening right now. First, random lady walks directly into his door, rude as all hell. Then, Will goes 'Oh NiCe ChOiCe HeE hAw' like an ass, and all he wanted was some fucking food, man. This sucks.
At Morgan's question, however, he'd almost give a... soft chuckle. As soft as Alex could attempt to be, anyway, "It's light teasing, we all do it in our own way. Will just likes to turn any conversation you have with the opposite sex into-" his tone would change into an almost mock voice of Will, though heavily exaggerated, "-'Wow you found the ONE, good job bud." "I've known him since I moved here, so he's just always been like this." His brain would click, a devilish smirk on his face, "Though, if you want to turn the tables on him, commit to the bit of flirting with him. As much as he jokes about it, he'll turn into a goddamn lobster and it's always a treat." "What about treats?" Will would pipe up, returning with a tray, placing each milkshake on their respective sides of the table. "Oh, nothing, just chatting it up." There would be an almost grating 'aw' noise permeating from Will. Alex's look would no longer be a death glare, but more of... a warning. Because Morgan does not like these jokes. And she is out of napkins to throw. Hope you're ready to go blind, Will. "Oh, about chatting it up-" Will would ask, putting the tray under his pit, "-can we talk about what happened this mornin-" "No. Especially not here. And even more so with having a guest here." His voice, while usually monotone, almost had a serious venom to it. He said it quickly, too, attempting to drill it in to Will's head. "Uh, yeah, right." Will would stammer out, pulling the notebook out of his apron, "What can I get you, miss? Given Lex gets the same thing every time without fail?" After taking Morgan's order, Will would walk off awkwardly, without another word. To hopefully avoid whatever questions Morgan had about the conversation that just transpired, he'd pipe up first, "So, you're new to town, but you don't have any weapons. Mage, I take it?"
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