a visit to .e.a.r.t.h.

[Fey-Lynn]

Fey was a bit taken back by the burred mass of predator that swept past her in a feat of acrobatics that would make any feline pause for calculation.
"Impressive" She complimented while swinging her legs in and bringing the door down to a close.

The ability to roll with unusual occurrences was something Fey-Lynn possessed in spades, rather, she sought moments like this. She considered it a difficult feat to be anything but amused by the event.

The Delorean stirred to life with the turn of a wrist and a reflex set of procedures mandated to operate the contraption including rolling the windows down to get some wind flowing through the vehicle, assuming her companion of the outdoors would appreciate the fresh air and winds as much if not more then she did.
A second or two as the scenery was swept passed them was invested in a glance over to appreciate Locutus' image perched in the passenger seat.

It was only a short distance to a fast food joint where Fey directed the car into the short line at the drive through.
"Would you like something?" She mused aloud. It wasn't likely a top menu for a wold but if she received a positive response it was simple enough to point or list of numbers from the large sign covered in illustrations.

[Jinx Swittch]

And just like that, Forgery was gone. He had explained to her that it was up to her to figure out how to spread her beliefs and get others to regain their faith. Hmph. Easier said than done.
She sighed heavily and walked the opposite way, still playing with the petals of the immortal lily. So many questions ran through her head. Where does she begin? Who will she choose to follow? What other Gods are there? Forgery is obviously not the only one, but judging by his character, he wants to be the only one. Or the most powerful . Who really knows? Not her.

There fist thing she thought she should do is choose who to follow. She had to do some research. And some soul searching.

The first God that came to mind was, of course, Forgery. God of...God of...shit, she had no idea. Jinx never paid any attention to religion. The only time she ever did was when she was still a child. But that was ten years ago. She couldn't remember much of anything from back then. What other Gods are there? Think, Jinx, think...She remembered Forgery talking about someone named Antoinette. Was she a Goddess? If so, Goddess of what? The name surely sounded familiar, but she couldn't think straight. And the wolf was also a God. God of Nature, that's what Forgery called him. That explains the talking. Still freaky, though.

She grunted. If she was going to help bring the world back up to it's feet, she had to get her shit straight first. A trip to the library should help. They should have books on this religious stuff.


Jinx looked down at her lily and smiled, playing with the petals. It was about time someone believed in her.

Word Count: 304
Mood: Blah
Music: Take On Me by A-Ha
Notes: Sorry it took me so long. I've been reeeaaally busy. Won't happen again.

[Varos Talantos]

Forgery had walked far enough that he was out of sight of Jinx now, even for his eyes. He had reached a spot in the road where Locutus' scent was no longer lingering. It had just vanished. The smell of exhaust and choking fumes was all that remained. This suggested, naturally, that Locutus had gotten in a vehicle with someone. Naturally, no one could've gotten him into a vehicle against his will, but the very fact that Locutus would've gotten into a vehicle was mind-boggling to Forgery Zaytsev. They were the machines of the modern Mortals. Things that Forgery would've guessed would disgust and probably even anger Locutus. No. Not anger. Infuriate. He shrugged and sniffed at the air again, getting a smell for the exhaust of the vehicle and following the scent down the road until he ended up in a business section of town. It was then that he realized he was getting close. He could smell a faint trace of Locutus' scent. He smirked proudly (which was actually a silly thing to do) and continued to track as he approached a collection of restaurants and fast food joints.

word count:; 191
mood:; excited (read the notes)
music:; Bad Romance by Lady GaGa
notes:; only 27 votes until we hit front page on the big site! if you haven't yet, voting can only make us bigger!!! XD (p.s. sorry it's so short. o.o)

[Locutus Ferox]

Locutus was grateful for the windows being open, for even though they were he could still smell the exhaust with his powerful nose, but like dogs he was at least entertained with the speed, though probably less so given his own abilities. He groaned faintly to himself as they moved along. "If I do get one of these... I'll have to work on the pollution." He thought to himself, "And they're so elegant too..."

They got to the fast food joint and he took another sniff. "Good lords!" His mind reeled as the smell invaded every sense in his brain. He wasn't sure what to think of it! The wolf in him adored it, but everything about it was disturbing to him! It was like Cigarettes to a smoker, disgusting but you wanted them so badly. He tried to resist but it smelled so good at the same time. He looked up at the lit up sign and cringed inwardly. He wanted nothing to do with this place, but his tummy, despite not NEEDING to eat, seriously wanted something to eat. He gave in and let out a faint faint whimper.

He pawed at Fey, though like before keeping in mind where his claws were. He didn't want to make a bad impression and ruin his fun early. He was actually fairly impressed at how quickly she picked up on his simple motions. He added a bit of drool to make sure she understood what he wanted. It was hard to mistake the drool. Despite the liquid beads rolling off his lips, not a single one of them touched the seats on her car.

"Good grief," He thought. "Maybe I shoulda had a deer before coming here...."

[Fey-Lynn]

Fey smiled trying to comprehend the full web of thoughts in her companion's head. Pulling up to the speaker it buzzed annoyingly of bad sound quality and mad mood, Fey ordered clearly and politely for both of them and handed off some of the change she'd made from her card tricks earlier once they reached the window.

Glancing about quickly her eyes fell onto a decent spot to sit and eat, picnic table backed by three pine trees making it nice and secluded once she parked the car up beside it.
"This looks like a good spot." She remarked mostly to herself.

Without being prompted she pulled Locutus' order out and unwrapped everything for his convenience, his leap earlier told her there was no way he couldn't handle it but capability wasn't necessarily her reason for doing so.
It wasn't meant to be rude but as she ate her own burger, stopping for a sip of Dr.Pepper every now and then, she couldn't help herself stealing glances to the large wolf. This was a curious sight she'd rather not miss, figuring her charity in the matter paid for her curiosity anyways.

[Varos Talantos]

I'm close. I can smell him. There's someone near him, too. Female from the smell. Not Human. Forgery paused. It had actually gotten a tiny bit harder to follow Locutus by scent, even though he was closer, due to the absurd amounts of odor the grease vats of the heart-attack-on-a-bun stores were exuding. But it was then that he caught a whiff of the God of Nature. A really strong one. Forgery's nose wrinkled and he turned to walk towards a particularly unhealthy-smelling building. He approached the door, walking around railing and squeezing past a morbidly obese female sporting a too-small, dingy white tank top and bulging grey sweats that were doused with ketchup and mustard stains. He almost gagged at the sight of the greasy, grey-haired woman, barely restraining himself. Humans were a self-contaminating, self-defeating, self-killing race that he would never completely understand. The odor of the female even blocked out Locutus' scent briefly and Forgery had to perform a feat worthy of an acrobat to avoid bowling her three lard-babies over into a bouncing mass of whining grubbiness.

His nose wrinkled and his face showed obvious disgust.

The woman looked.

He looked back.

"What's yer problem, chink-eye?" The nasally voice caught him off guard, but not as much as the racist comment did. His expression became one of disgust mingled with anger as he glared at her, looked her over, from her sandals, oozing five fat toes from either footpiece, to her unkempt hair, draped down to her bubbly shoulders. She was truly revolting. "I said, whaddaya looking at, ya yella-skinned, fish-faced dummyfock?" Forgery's eye twitched slightly, trying to keep himself from losing it.

He smiled at her. "Nothing at all. My apologies." He turned quickly, ripping the door open quickly so he could escape the swollen excuse of a Human and he raised his foot to enter when he heard her voice again. "Yeah, that's whaddeye thought ya useless piece o' shit." Forgery stopped midstride. "Keep walkin', empty-head, unless you wanna deal with this! I'll fockin' cream you into the pavement, you stinkin' ching-chong!" He turned around and looked at the woman again. Her marshmelon children had stopped to watch what would happen and were no longer bickering over the french fries that were remaining, eyes focused on Forgery. After their mother had delivered this most recent slur, the one that appeared to be oldest bursted out laughing, spit exiting his mouth in a spray of yeasty filth and he looked nastily at Forgery, opening his blubbery mouth (french fries still inside) and hollered, "Yeah! Keep walkin' gook!" At this, the other two blobs began to laugh along with their oh-so-proud brother.

Forgery glared at the children. "Watch your mouths, children. That sort of speech isn't acceptable." At this point, the mother gasped suddenly and raised her voice to an almost-yell. "Didju jes' tell my babies whatta do, pancake-face? I swearta God-- URGKH!" Forgery had growled at the pancake-face remark, deciding he would teach her a lesson. "God" had been the perfect time to do it. He sidestepped the poorly-mothered children and grabbed their sorry excuse for a parent by the throat and slammed her against the wall forcefully. She dropped her hamburger, drink and fries out of her hands. The kids stared in shock for a moment. Then they swarmed the food on the ground. The whale-human was just standing there, eyes bulging from her swollen head-body, but was not trying to get Forgery's hands off her. This might have been her natural response; play dead. It was, however, probably because Forgery had used his power to paralyze her, allowing her to only have the ability to breathe and move her eyeballs. He shoved his finger accusingly at her kids and almost spat as he spoke, anger coursing through each word. "Look at your vulture-spawn! Look at them!" She complied. "They are disgusting. Just like you. You don't deserve the air you steal from me." With that, he let go of her throat, but instantly her hands replaced them. Her face turned red. Then purple. "Swear to God, eh? Might as well just start bowing then." He said, a smart-ass grin crossing his face as her face turned a horrifying shade of blue and she collapsed onto her fours, belly swatting at the ground. "Much better." She suddenly gasped, air rushing into her sphere-body and rolling onto her back. Forgery smiled at her. "Racism... now that's not very nice. Certainly not original." He picked her up by the arm with one hand and set her on her feet. "But I'm going to do you a favor." He smiled at the woman kindly, a suddenly sweet face replacing the brutal one that was there a moment before. "I'm going to let you know what it's like to not be a disgrace to society. Isn't that sweet of me?" He grinned charmingly and she couldn't help but stare in fear and confusion.

"Alakazam, alakazoo." He said mockingly and suddenly her fat simply vanished. She was trim suddenly, body devoid of the rolls of blubber that had been there just moments ago. She gasped in surprise, hands feeling at her stomach. She looked at her feet for the first time in over a decade. She looked back at him, eyes filled with tears. She was dumbfounded. Suddenly, she lunged at him, arms wrapping around his neck in a weeping embrace. "Oh God!" She choked out through the tears. "Thankee so moch!" Her hot breath ran past Forgery's neck and her tears were flowing freely now onto Forgery's garb. She kissed his cheek. Over and over. She was truly happy. "I am so sorry, mister! Please forgive me! It was a wrongful thing whaddeye did!" She buried her face in his chest, crying more. Forgery gently pried her from him and held her at arm's length. He smiled kindly. "You're welcome. I thought that I'd give you another chance to live. To really embrace life." She peered up at him through an actually attractive face now. Her hair had become a pitch black that shone in the sun and she didn't have a single stretch mark on her tanned, smooth skin. She hesitated and asked,

"Are- are you--" She blushed horribly and looked at the ground in shame. Forgery knew what she was getting at, just from her actions. "Am I God?" He asked for her. She looked up, eyes puffy from tears that were still coming. He smiled at her. "Yes. I'm a God." At this, she lost it, collapsing suddenly and Forgery caught her before she fell to the ground. She was sobbing horribly, surely regretting the way she had treated a stranger; particularly since it was a God, most likely. Especially since she was thin now because of the kindness he had shown in return for her brutal hatred. He helped her up again, wiped her eyes and kissed her forehead. She stopped crying, nose still sniffling. He glanced at her children, sitting there, eyes wide as could be, one of them with a french fry half in his mouth, the other two with their mouths open in utter disbelief.

"They deserve better from you, woman." Forgery reprimanded gently. She nodded her head vigorously. "I prom's I'll do better! I'm so sorry! I'll teach'em right!" She was still nodding her head like an apple in water. He cupped her face in his hand. "I know you will. You have to enjoy what time you've got on this Earth. You never know when you'll run out of it." His eyes suddenly burned red with fire and his smile disappeared as suddenly as the woman's lard had. "Especially when you suddenly develop a malignant, unstoppable cancer in your brain and your children grow up orphans and develop diabetes at the age of 6 and die from it in their thirties." His eye twitched and the woman's face turned to shock. "Now go live, woman. Your time is short." With that he turned and was suddenly gone, leaving the woman weeping furiously on the cement outside of the death-dealing burger-house.

Forgery walked a bit further, having picked up Locutus' scent again now that the woman wasn't producing such abominable smells. He saw him then, proudly holding his head up by an attractive female by three pine trees who was trying (but not succeeding) to not look at Locutus constantly. He chuckled and strode towards them, eyes glinting mischief.

word count:; 1,409
mood:; amused
music:; Do You Know by Enrique Iglesias
notes:; if you thought it was long to read, think about how long it was to write. Forgery's so sick.... ;D

[Locutus Ferox]

Locutus hopped out of the car and wandered over to the picnic table opposite of Fey. He easily cleared the height of the table with his size and therefore saw no need to hop up onto the bench next to the table. His eyes watched her as she unwrapped the human food and he shuddered again slightly as the smell of a love-hate relationship filled his nose. He wanted to hate it, but it smelled so good. "Damn humans and their wretched inventions" He thought to himself.

He immediately set into his "meal", wolfing it down rapidly. He noticed the looks, but didn't give it away to Fey by looking back at her. However, moments later he'd look up and over, those red eyes locking on the form some distance away. His ears shifted forward and back, and then settled back and down as he gazed at the figure without blinking or looking away.

The wolf took in a deep breath and let it out in an audible sigh, that to most would seem little more than one of those things a casual wolf would do. Granted, the casual wolf would not be sitting down to a meal with a person, but what was that to stop him from his unusual encounter. The woman interested him, that much was certain. The first one here and already things were getting interesting. --Correction. The second one. He had met the girl with Forgery. She was interesting in a whole-nother way. Then again was it normal for people now-a-days to actually attack someone for asking for it? He certainly didn't think so.

But now she wasn't with him. She hadn't been with him for awhile. He left her where they met. Now he was here and...well that was certainly amusing. Would she end up being his follower? Possibly. For now only time would tell. Time or reading her mind. He voted for the former. At length his eyes finally wandered back to the restaurant for only a few short moments before returning to Forgery. "Interesting. Very interesting" he thought. Another sigh escaped him. "Well there goes the neighborhood... and a chance for a private conversation with the girl." But then again, it wasn't the first time now was it?

[Fey-Lynn]

With none of the small burger remaining to occupy her, Fey's hands stirred about gaining access to the fries that had yet to be liberated from the bag. Despite how bad the food was for her it tasted pretty good, besides she was capable of moderation and exercise.
Hanging a single from at a time from her lips at folding her hands together she enjoyed the salt, slowly nibbling away at it.

Any level of increased noise she heard in the area lacked the weight to draw her attention in the middle of any city. Simple things and excited people would devolved into crashing or shouting for little reason at all.

Locutus Was definitely more interesting than most else she noticed to be ongoing regardless. She could really step up to mind games of any significant caliber but the discovery and passive effort was a simple and relaxing aspect to this adventure.
Fey was forced to stifle a chuckle when she herself found the verb 'wolfing' a suitable description for the wolf's eating.

Now what was that she suddenly felt? She noticed her companion sigh, even though it matched to his wolfish manner she considered an animal in sync with this feeling to know better than her what it was. It wasn't quite the same as being in danger, it was the shadow of such an event, it was like realizing the potential.
With that thought her eyes found the Asian man that approached them, not a face she recognized, but that felt odd to her.

"Why hello there" Her greeting came with a smile divided in two by crimson lipstick. "Would you care to join Locutus and myself?" It wasn't quite a conscious decision of her to formalize the idea she 'knew' this wolf. A reaction, telling her that it would be less suspicious to mundanes if the wolf had a name.

'Mundane? Doesn't feel like it.' Her hindsight corrected her assumption. Then perhaps it was interesting the thought it might represent she knew more then she did to another.
"Plenty of room at the table" She assured him softly, gauging her companion's response to the notion from the corner of her eye.

[Varos Talantos]

Forgery smiled at Locutus as the wolfish figure noticed him and his smile grew ever-wider as the non-Human female noticed him and invited him to join the pair, even calling Locutus by name. This, too, was unexpected. First he decides to ride around in mechanical innovations that have aided in the bringing down of ecosystems and now he’s letting others know his name? How peculiar. He retained his smile, nonetheless, and nodded politely at the young woman. “Why certainly. I’d be more than happy to join you.” He seated himself on the bench and faked a cough, turning his head away from his “newfound” friends. “How does one acquire such a lovely wolf for their pet?” He inquired with a nervous-sounding chuckle as he cast a glance at Locutus, throwing a wink his direction with the eye that the female wouldn’t be able to see. “I’ve always wanted a pretty dog like that. I’m sure he’s very good for protecting your fenced-in backyard.” Of course Locutus wasn’t a pet; the very notion might send Locutus’ fur to stand on end. Especially the bit about fences and being contained within someone’s backyard. He turned back to the female and gave her an admiring look. “You must be very in-tune with Nature to have ensnared such a large beagle.” Forgery was just poking at Locutus by this point, doubting that he would attempt to fight him. To do such would be pointless, really, neither of them being of power to seriously harm or kill one another. A white-toothed grin spread across his face and he produced a single cigar from his pocket and looked at the female questioningly. “Do you mind?”

word count:; 279
mood:; energetic
song:; Demon by Tech N9ne
notes:; anyone have a cure for getting songs that are stuck in your head OUT? XP[/size]

[Fey-Lynn]

Fey couldn't help but smile simply in response finishing a sip of her beverage before replying.
"Friend" Her lips motioned the word as a correction, the sound of her put on vocal tone unimportant. "They just need to feel you understand them and respect nature" Neither were lies as much as exaggeration, but there was a sort of intangible parody about her apparent devotion. "Some time ago we just crossed paths and have been together since" Her warm smile was radiant, almost warding, buffering back perception from her.

"He really wouldn't like to be tied up in one spot, so we travel quite a bit." Fey-Lynn enjoyed this, they certainly did meet 'some' time ago as well as both travel, perhaps not together but that was the fun of lying with only truths.

The man produced a single cigar from his pocket and looked at her questioningly. “Do you mind?”
"No" she smiled briefly, some sleight of hand palmed absent air from her pocket that could have believably been a lighter
"Not at all" She added reassuringly. A small flame rising from behind the shelter of her fingers on the outstretched arm. "I'm not in the habit of denying people their comforts or their vices." Again a truth that functioned well against itself. People were more apt to believe you when you were accommodating.

If there was a flaw in her facade it would be her intensity, some felt uneasy simply being with her when she got worked up, but playing with truths helped mitigate that factor, she rooted everything in fact, working entirely from misconception rather then forgery.

[Locutus Ferox]

Locutus watched as Forgery moved over towards them, those red orbs never coming off of him. He knew nothing good would come of Forgery's involvement in this conversation. He was always playing his games, always deceiving. That was Forgery, hence the god of deception. Perceived notions such as comradery were futile when it came to him. He could lie to you with a smile and if you weren't sharp you'd never catch it. Lucky for him it was difficult... even for a fellow god, to deceive nature. Hopefully Forgery wasn't up for the task.

Forgery sat down on the bench and spoke, “How does one acquire such a lovely wolf for their pet?” This caused the hair on the back of locutus's ruff to stand up.

Pet. As if someone like Locutus would ever be anyone's pet. Pets of today were far different than those of the days they had walked the earth before. Back then pets were deeply respected members of the family. Now they were but toys to people. He was not deaf to their cries. Even having been separated from this world for so long their cries had not gone unheard in his slumber. People had gone away from nature, abusing and mistreating the creatures of this world. What right had they? Where did they get off believing themselves to be better than those they misused? And who was Forgery to call him a pet? Locutus was nobodies pet. Any one who tried to act on anything contrary to that thought would soon meet an untimely end.

Despite the outrage Forgery had done him, Locutus remained outwardly calm. The bristling hairs could be mistaken for the cool breeze that was now blowing through the area. He kept an almost animal smile about him, nothing malicious or devious in intent but a simple amused gaze about him. He had no intention of giving Forgery what he wanted, and even the fellow god would see nothing but a predator gazing back at him. No hatred, no anger, simply a primal creature.

Even as Forgery continued, Locutus kept calm and even turned back to his meal, finishing off what was left of it, large bits at a time. To Forgery he was another god, to Fey, he was perhaps an anomaly. Everyone else, however, would just see a large wolf or dog eating a meal while two people chatted. That was the way he wanted it. He could watch the world invisibly with no one being the wiser as to who he was. To them he was just an animal. He had a myriad of replies he could send back Forgery's way, perhaps even enough to stall the ever silver tongued god. Forgery had his talents and Locutus had his. But, "Why ruin the moment?" Locutus thought. He elected merely to stay silent for the moment, letting the two chat as they would so desire to.

He was actually impressed by her responses. Calling him a friend instead of her pet. Perhaps she was one of the respectable few people left on this earth. But then again she'd been doing a fine job impressing him all afternoon. There was something about her that just struck him as different. Something that intrigued him. He wanted to know more about it, now with Forgery here that would prove to be a bit more difficult but not impossible he hoped. Perhaps he'd gain a follower this day perhaps not. But regardless of the outcome he would peg it as time well spent. Especially on introduction into that hellhole called fast food. Damned humans and their deep fat fried death meals....

After he finished his meal Locutus looked up to the sky, sniffing at the breeze as it became slightly stronger. A storm was coming. Heh, wasn't that a metaphor and a half? Locutus knew that things were escalating. That metaphoric storm on the horizon would soon erupt. There would be pain... suffering... even death. But this wasn't about that. It wouldn't be long before even the common person would know and feel it. There was indeed a storm on the horizon. Even though he could have easily known this due to who he was, he could smell the ozone. That smell of split air as lightning courses through it, super-heating it and causing it to expand rapidly. He could feel the faint rumbling in his heart. What was it the humans called these? Class fives? Katrina's land variant.

He looked about the town in wonder. What will they do? There was no doubt the coming storm would be brutal. Homes might be lost, people hurt... injured... killed. The animals knew it was coming. They already were hunkering down for it. That's how nature was. Prepare and move on. Humans weren't so different though often the price they pay was often so much higher. Rebuilding a population is easy. Regrowing a forest timely... but not as costly. Trees will grow anew and animals will reproduce... Houses... memories. Material things people held so dearly to... those were harder to replace. Yet they often prevailed. Even in the face of overwhelming tragedy humans prevailed. It was one of the few admirable qualities Locutus found in them. Their ability to continue on when by all means they should have given up.

What was it someone once told him? "You say we're on the brink of destruction and you're right. But it's only on the brink that people find the will to change. Only at the precipice do we evolve. This is our moment. Don't take it from us, we are close to an answer."
Oddly Locutus found that to be true. He had seen it before. Humans often go unchecked until something dire comes their way. It was at that point they found the will to change, to coexist and evolve to survive. Perhaps it would take another such change to bring humanity back to it's roots. To bring it back in touch with nature. "That would be nice" he thought.

He snapped back to reality, looking between the two sat at the bench, those red eyes showing a strange feral understanding of what was happening around him. Few people ever really looked at the eyes of a wolf... They'd see an uncanny intelligence gazing back at them. The stage is set. The actors in play. Where would it go?

[Varos Talantos]

Forgery smiled appreciatively and lit the cigar from the flame which the female had produced. It was a clever thing, the flame trick, but Forgery knew the female was not Human. Now, as she posed a flame behind her hand, Forgery took note that he did not actually see a lighter. It did not, in itself, prove anything, but it certainly tipped the scales. He watched carefully to see if there was, in fact, a lighter, but did not see one. He smiled at here and thanked her flatly. "What do you do to maintain your status of living, if you don't mind my asking?" He maintained his grin, eyes watching hers closely for a hint of deception; the irony of someone deceiving the God of Deception not lost on Forgery. He produced a bag from his pocket, filled to the brim with steaming bacon and 'Beggin' Strips' as the label called them. They were something he'd discovered that were bacon-flavored dog treats. With a seemingly-kind smile, he emptied the contents of the bag before Locutus. "Good boy. It's okay, you can eat it. I'm sure it must smell yummy to you." He smiled and turned to the woman again. "I'm Forgery Zaytsev, by the by. What's your name, if it might be inquired?"

word count:; 214
mood:; delighted
music:; Beelzeboss by Tenacious D
notes:; lulz @ life

[Fey-Lynn]

"I'm embarrassed to say I'm living off of my inheritance at the moment" The words accented by a nervous laugh. "But I'm working both in freelance writing and art. I haven't made much of a name for myself yet though, only way to change that is get out there and see more so I can convey it to others." Fey smiled brightly.

The snacks were an act she couldn't place to the name 'Locutus', she analyzed it as if a mere name was a file that she should be able to study. The wolf was cryptic, wild eyes with little reference for her to follow.
As a fall back she smiled faintly and offered an empathic gaze, quite like she was expecting a friend to bear with the actions of another for the time being.
"That's a nice name" Fey responded, bringing her attention back to the humanoid being, one she now knew. This was a face she hadn't recognized, instead a more distinct image of a single blank eye resting within the name's file.
"I am Fey-Lynn Rossetta" She answered him, sad for the missed opportunity of stealing another name in Forgery's presence. Alas, Locutus new half this already and contradiction wasn't a friend of deception. It quite amused her to know that the court she stirred within was owned if not invented by an Asian man across the picnic table.

"Pleased to meet you" The statement tasted strange as it brewed in her mouth, this was certainly someone who should have heard it far before now, this was a notion that bled into her inflection, though perhaps it was easier perceived as the fact both names were just surfacing in the exchange now.

The surplus of questions in her head built steadily. Did Forgery know her as simply as she knew him by name? Would he advance this game or play his cards? She shunned them knowing that playing properly could see them answered where dwelling could not.

[Locutus Ferox]

Locutus watched the short exchange with slight interest and tilted his head. His eyes grew distant for a moment before they refixed on the current. "elemental? Could it be possible?" It would go a long ways to explain why she managed to impress him to the degree that she did. But then a whole new set of questions opened up from this simple display. It was merely an example of the information he could gain by saying nothing, but saying everything at the same time. That was an ability of nature the silent, unnoticed observer.

Locutus's attention was soon drawn to Forgery. He reached into his pocket and drew out a bag, dumping it's contents in front of the large canine. Locutus gave a single look down at the pile of dog treats and looked back up, never bothering to give them a second look or sniff. He had no intention of giving Forgery that satisfaction. Nor the satisfaction of letting him tick the wolf off. No by all means Locutus acted as if he hadn't even noticed them. He simply shifted and looked up at Fey as she looked down at him. He gave an almost understanding look to Fey.

Then there was the admittance of living off her inheritance. Now Locutus never saw the need for money and finance, but that didn't mean he was ignorant of it's existence or it's meaning. In fact, despite having no desire for his own wealth, he was quite able to understand even some of the more complicated aspects of financing. Where was Forgery going with this he wondered....

[Varos Talantos]

Forgery yawned. Locutus was trying to keep his cool. Forgery found it hugely amusing that all this was taking place before a third party and she didn't even realize that it was going on. He sucked a pull from his cigar, inhaling slowly and exhaling at half the speed with which he inhaled, thick smoke practically oozing out of his mouth in a white swirling flow. He repeated the process, considered his cigar, tapped the top of it with his pointer finger, and watched the ashes serenade his eyes with a twirling dance as they floated quickly towards the ground. He took another drag and spoke, smoke coming out with every word, "Do you believe in God?" It was not a common question and he didn't expect to do anything but surprise her. He waited for her reply, stood, smiled at her, and announced, "Believe", before vanishing before her very eyes. Forgery was there one second and instantly gone the next.

word count:; 161
mood:; suiting up
music:; We're Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister
notes:; I'm sort of sorry for leading along your roleplay to suddenly vanish... It's just in his personality. >.<[/color]