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Post by KURONAKA KOMOMOMO on Nov 25, 2012 10:42:44 GMT -5
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here we go! ♥ "What's wrong with your eyes?" He...wasn't sure. "Why are you so tiny?" He...didn't really know. "Can you say "Yes" or "No"? It's not "Yessu" and "Noppu"." They...were probably right.
Mo-chan had lots of questions flying at him and despite his intellect, he wasn't able to answer most of them. So, the twelve year-old just stood there, three boys, the same age, but a lot taller, were standing around him. School was over for the day and Mo just wanted to go home, when they stopped him at the gate and started asking those questions, while laughing at him. Very well, they were obviously picking at the tiny boy, but so far, he didn't really have any reason to get mad. They hadn't done anything really bad yet. To be honest, Mo himself would've liked to know why people seemed to be so fascinated by his eyes. Or why he was so much smaller than the rest. The only question he could answer, was the last one. Of course he was physically capable of saying "Yes" and "No", but he just preferred his versions. However, he was pretty sure those boys didn't really want that question to be answered.
"Can I just go home now?", he asked, sounding pretty unimpressed. "Anya is making delicious apple pie today. I love apple-pie, you know?" For some reason, the bullies didn't even care about Anya and her apple pie. Acting as if nothing happened, one of the taller boys took away Mo-chan's black backpack with the ghosts on it and opened it. "Hey! If you wanna know what's inside, you could just ask, you know?" Putting his hands on his hips, while pouting, he watched as the boys laughed about the backpack's content. Tarot cards, a pendulum, a can of whipped cream...completely normal things, if you asked Mo.
Then however, it happened. The tallest one of the boys opened his mouth, shaking his head. "You're really dumb you know? Ghosts don't exist." Mo-chan looked like a deer in headlights for a second. Did he really just say that? Impossible. Mo gasped, his mouth remaining opened for a few seconds.
That was it.
"Okay, that's it you losers, give me back my backpack! If you can't say anything nice, you better keep your mouth shut!!" He shouted angrily, desperately trying to retrieve his backpack by jumping up and down. However, it was no use, considering the boys were at least one foot taller than him. Amused by the little boy trying to get his backpack back, one of them grabbed Mo-chan's hat as well, holding it up.
"Noppu! Noppu! Noppu!! I don't wanna play with you anymore! You suck!"
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Post by Nheira Denver on Nov 25, 2012 12:31:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px, bTable] | [atrb=border,0,true] DON'TFEARTHEREAPER | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable] Another boring day of school had ended. He was more then happy to want to get home and get to work. Today wasn't a day that he would be spending with his gang, though he was sure he could make up for that tomorrow. Denver was on his way towards the front gates when he saw something going on a head of him. Despite Denver's criminal record and the reputation he had built he was against bullying. He didn't really see the point in it. His father had always taught him different, which was funny considering his family was directly related to the mafia, and his father was the head.
Though Despite what people thought his father actually worked a pretty clean operation, well so long as he wasn't being fooled. If that was the case things could go south rather quickly, though Denver didn't know the complete details of his fathers work. He only saw the side his father wanted him to see, and did his best to prove his worth even after the fight the two had. Though as Denver reached the small group that had been bugging the kid that finally pipped off he reached forward and grabbed his bag from another guy. "Knock it off."
After Denver spoke he moved the bag down to his side and glared towards the guys. They seemed to just be focusing on him for the first time. More annoyed then anything that he'd showed up to ruin their fun. Denver just didn't get it, picking on a kid that looked to be much younger then them. He would have thought he was too young to be around here had he not been by the gates. Though he was still unsure of his age, he figured it was better to step in regardless. He could have just been walking by when these idiots decided to stop him.
"...Though, if you still feel like bother someone, how about you bother me. I've been in a bad mood and I'm not against taking it out on someone." He sat the bag down near the kid that had been getting picked on and looked back towards the group, he stepped forward. "Well?" The group seemed to back up despite one of their buddies doing the typical bring it on pose, but with a few quick whispers they quickly made their exit which in a way Denver was a bit displeased over. He quickly picked up the hat that one of the guys had dropped and held it out towards Mo. "Here."
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Post by KURONAKA KOMOMOMO on Nov 25, 2012 13:27:35 GMT -5
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here we go! ♥ "I'll curse you!! And then your pants won't fit! Don't...NYA! Don't come to me crying, then!" Angrily jumping up and down, still hoping he'd reach his bag sooner or later, Mo-chan already started threatening the bullies. He definitely trusted his magical abilities enough to just throw those threats out there. He didn't care about how the boys seemed so horribly amused about his desperation, he just wanted his bag back! And his...hat...and his whipped cream...and his cards...and the pendulum. Goddamnit, he wanted everything back and they should just give it to him!
Mo-chan was weak. He always had been. He got sick easily, his body had to be treated with care in PE-classes and he got out of breath way too quick for someone with that much energy. Breathing heavily, he looked at the ground, holding back tears. He didn't want to see those people succeed in what they were doing to him, so he said nothing. Sooner or later, a teacher would arrive, right? Or maybe...an angel/helpful demon. Mo-chan was able to summon them, of course.
Blinking a tear away, he heard someone. Someone already came to the rescue? Quickly wiping the few tears out of his eyes, he looked up to see another boy joining them. He was even a little taller than the bullies and he didn't seem to approve of what they were doing. His wide eyes staring at his bag, which was now being held by the newly arrived boy, Mo-chan still didn't say anything, fearing his voice could be shaky. That boy definitely seemed heroic to Mo. He pondered for a second, before he smiled slightly, listening to what he had to say to the group.
"Yessu! You guys heard it! He's not above hitting you! Ha! You asked for it and that's just what you get!" Sticking out his tongue, Mo started jumping again, this time, he wasn't as desperate, however. Picking up his bag again, he happily closed it again, letting out a sigh of relief, knowing that his whipped cream, the cards and the pendulum were safe again.
Looking back at the group, which was now fleeing, Mo-chan couldn't stop himself from laughing loudly. "Yeah! Run away! Losers!" He laughed loudly and terribly amused, before he looked back at the other boy, who was holding the hat towards Mo again. Grabbing it, wearing a confident smile on his face, Mo-chan covered his reddish hair with the hat again.
"Thanks a lot, but...I could've handled that myself as well, you know? I'm super-duper strong." Before the other could answer, Mo grabbed one of the boys bigger hands with both of his, quickly shaking it. "My name's Mo-chan! What's your name? We should be friends, you know? That way you can always pro- I mean, that way we can always tell each other stories about how we deal with stupid meanies!"
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Post by Nheira Denver on Nov 25, 2012 14:29:00 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px, bTable] | [atrb=border,0,true] DON'TFEARTHEREAPER | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable] Denver had to admit that this kid had some spunk in him. Telling the older looking kids off and even more so when he'd shown up himself. Amusement was apart with in his mind even if it might not have shown on his face. Watching as Mo put on his hat he noticed that he was rather happy about what had transpired moments ago. Looking away from Mo he watched the bullies as they began to get further and further away from the two. Denver couldn't help but feel a smirk cross his lips at the way Mo spoke.
Looking back at Mo now as he spoke Denver couldn't help but shake his head lightly. So it looked like this kid felt he could have handled it on his own, well who was Denver to say that he couldn't? He left that single fact alone for the most part. Though before he could even say anything the kid took a hold of his hand and began to talk again. Asked what his name was, introduced himself and even mentioned that the two of them should be friends.
Denver couldn't help but blink towards the individual for a moment in confusion. Well this was new, wasn't exactly something that happened to him. "Yeah, that sounds great." He replied to Mo. He figured the reason to look after him or just to socialize was good. He didn't mind it in the least to be honest, he didn't think the kid would probably bother him all too much. "My names Denver," He paused. "You can tell me about all the people you've helped, so tell me, where you headed any where when those guys began to bother you?" He asked.
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Post by KURONAKA KOMOMOMO on Nov 25, 2012 18:04:21 GMT -5
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sorry for shortness D: "I know right? Everything I suggest sounds great, because I'm always right! Well...almost always...there was this time where I told my dad it would be a good idea to mix peanut-butter and ketchup and let me tell you, it was gross!!" Smiling proudly, Mo-chan nodded to himself, knowing about how amazing his ideas usually were. He looked up to the other, who seemed a bit confused, but fortunately not angered. So Mo-chan was right, again. He wasn't going to punch him. Not that he feared that or anything! As we all know, Mo would've been able to handle that situation as well. "Hmmm...Denver...Can I call you Dennie? Dennie is a super-cool name. It'd make you about ten times cooler!" Without letting the other accept or decline the new nickname, Mo-chan just kept on talking. Once he started, he couldn't just stop it. "Well, I was on my way home, actually. One of the maids is making delicious apple pie today and I don't wanna miss that~"
Thinking of the pie, Mo had to smile widely, as his mouth opened widely. Dreamily staring into empty space for a few seconds, he flinched as he realized he wasn't done talking yet. "Oh! Uhh...where was I? Pie! Exactly! I was on my way home and...oh! I could tell you about the people I've helped on my way home! You could escort me to make sure those guys don't come ba- I mean...You could come with me so you...don't get...bored."
Without really thinking much, Mo-chan wrapped his fingers around the other boy's index finger as he just started moving. "Well...the last time I helped someone...ummm...you know? I help people...everyday. You might not know it, but I'm in contact with angels as well as demons. I'm like...a wizard, somehow. I could turn you into a frog right now, if I wanted to! That's how powerful I am!"
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Post by Nheira Denver on Nov 26, 2012 12:10:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px, bTable] | [atrb=border,0,true] DON'TFEARTHEREAPER | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable] Denver gave the boy a slight nod towards the first part of what he had said. He continued a bit more to talk about how his father mixed together ketchup and peanut-butter. Their was a mixed feeling with in Denver's gut just at the mere mention of it, something that told him how gross that would actually be. "I believe you," Denver replied casually. "It sounds like it would be disgusting." He wondered why his father would do something like that anyway, he didn't get people sometimes. Some food should never be mixed, his father must have had odd taste.
Though before Denver could say much else Mo was already suggesting a nickname towards him. He would have told Mo that it was alright but the kid was already talking to him about something else. He spoke about how one of the maids were going to be cooking him a pie. It must have been delicious for him not to want to miss it. It reminded Denver of the time his mother would show him how to cook things when the help was busy else where. Though Denver's father had never been a huge fan of something like that being taught to his son, turned out useful in the end however when Denver was forced on his own.
Noticing as Mo seemed to space out for a moment Denver was just about to say something when he snapped back into it. He went on to say that he was on his way home, and wanted to tell Denver about the people he's helped. It seemed that he wanted Denver to escort him so that he didn't get bored either. Denver was more then amused by the way the boy covered his tracks."Alright, sounds good." He replied, he didn't mention anything towards the name. Some how he figured Mo would just do as he wanted on that part. It was next that Mo took a hold of his index finger and they began to walk.
"In contact with Angels and Demons, how is that?" He asked, Denver felt a little lack of faith with in anything dealing with that. He glanced at Mo for a moment before looking forward again. "...Well, I'll just have to stay on your good side so you don't," Denver wasn't sure why he played along with Mo, but it seemed that Mo believed highly in it. He shouldn't say much against it.
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Post by KURONAKA KOMOMOMO on Nov 27, 2012 17:09:25 GMT -5
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"Oh my Lucifer, it was super-disgusting." Mo-chan replied bluntly about the ketchup-peanutbutter-mix. Of course it was terrible. Then again, Mo had enjoyed seeing his father trust him one single time. Even if it was only about something as unimportant as this, there were a lot of little things Mo appreciated, even if he seemed as if only the really big things mattered to him. Things like wealth. "Dad isn't dumb, but sometimes he confuses having a high IQ with being incredibly talented at just about everything."
Mo couldn't hide his wide smile as the other accepted his offer of going to Mo's house together. Of course, he wouldn't admit it, but after all, he was relieved to have someone go with him. Mo's father offered to send a driver to bring him home, but even if Mo-chan did enjoy knowing that his father did care for him, he wanted to show that he was independent. Or...as independent as a sick-ish twelve year old could be.
Subconciously, his grip around the other boy's finger tightened as they started moving. He then nodded quickly at the question that followed. "Well, I started being interested in the occult when I was six, which was also when I discovered that I'm gifted." He started talking about it, as if he was talking about shopping for groceries. Angels, demons,pentagrams,fortune telling...Things that were for Mo, like the weather, work or other people. Casual topics. "In that case, gifted means that I'm able to see and contact angels as well as demons and use them for several things such as curses, spells and blessings and the likes. But it's a lot of trouble sometimes, because there's demons who don't wanna cooperate and these are the ones I have to banish and...oh my, it's all so complicated..."
He then giggled quite audibly, letting out a pretty unique kind of laugh. "Nyufufufufu~♥" While laughing, he still kept on walking as he grabbed Denver's wrist with both of his hands and pulled on it. "Yessu! If you're mean to me, I'll just turn you into my pet! And then you'll be doomed to be nice to me forever!" For some reason, the boy seemed to be utterly amused by that thought, looking at Denver as if he just got the biggest christmas present imaginable.
After a few seconds, he decided to grab one of the other's fingers instead of the wrist again. It was the thumb, this time. "We're already almost there! The big one with the golden gate as an entrance!" He said, talking fast and sounding pretty excited as he started walking a little faster. "We just have to go over there, then go right, then straight ahead, then right again and then we're there!!" Talking faster and faster, his steps grew faster as well as they came closer and closer to the mansion.
when they finally reached it and mo-chan opened the golden gate by ringing the bell, he placed himself and denver in front of the huge door. "thanks a lot for escorting me, dennie!" smiling widely, he tilted his head to the side. "do you wanna get some pie as a reward?"
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Post by Nheira Denver on Nov 29, 2012 11:28:13 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px, bTable] | [atrb=border,0,true] DON'TFEARTHEREAPER | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable] Denver laughed lightly towards Mo saying that it was super disgusting, though his thoughts lingered on what his father did. He said that he was incredibly talented. Denver wondered if it was meant towards playing a instrument or something else entirely. Their was a wide variety of possibilities, he began to wonder if Mo had taken in any of his own fathers traits. Much like how Denver had decided to take over his fathers company and cause trouble. It seemed that Mo had started to get into the occult when he was about six years old, and apparently that was when he discovered he was gifted.
Denver guessed that meant when he figured out he could do things towards people or talk to the supernatural. "...It Sounds complicated." Denver replied towards Mo. It really did however from him explaining it, though Denver had never wondered how someone who believes in it might think. He didn't say much else even when the other let out a rather unique laugh that he'd never heard before. He didn't expect to be grabbed and tugged on so he felt himself getting jerked forward a few steps. Denver just smiled at what Mo said, guessed he didn't have much of a choice or he'd have the idea of that kid doing anything he could to get at him.
It wasn't long before he was told what to look out for, and it seemed the more Mo began to talk the faster he walked. Denver was able to keep up with him luckily, even as MO held onto his thumb. He didn't expect the place to look as nice as it did. Denver had seen nice places but his father was more into a Victorian type look. Something his mother had always been interested in. His extended family had nice places but he still never got use to it. Once they reached the door Denver figured this would probably be where he departed but Mo offered to get him some pie as well. Denver thought over it for a moment.
"It's not a problem. Though that would depend, do you think I've earned on?" Surely answering the question with a question wasn't what most people did, but he couldn't exactly give him a full answer himself. He didn't like to impose on people so it was more then likely he should have replied no, but he figured he'd hear what Mo had to say on the situation. He would have to wait till later to get the work done around the house but some how he didn't mind either way.
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