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Well that's a comfort.
[Why do you have to make it sound so dangerous??? At any rate, the fact that she frames it as if he's some wilting flower annoys him!]
But fine. So long as it isn't fish.
[Blegh.]
[Why do you have to make it sound so dangerous??? At any rate, the fact that she frames it as if he's some wilting flower annoys him!]
But fine. So long as it isn't fish.
[Blegh.]
[Wade rolls his shoulder in a good-natured shrug, peeling himself off the wall with all the casual fluidity of a sleepy cat.]
Hey, feel free to prove me wrong in the next hour or so, pal. I'll have a good time either way.
You are up for multiple sessions, right? I tend to go hard and intense-- I know some people are a little put off by that.
Hey, feel free to prove me wrong in the next hour or so, pal. I'll have a good time either way.
You are up for multiple sessions, right? I tend to go hard and intense-- I know some people are a little put off by that.
[Fenris scoffs — is he taking offense? Maybe just a little. His arms cross over his chest as if to make himself appear larger, like that will somehow make Wade stop underestimating him!]
I assure you, I'll be fine.
[But he has to clarify—]
But yes...provided you're any good at it.
I assure you, I'll be fine.
[But he has to clarify—]
But yes...provided you're any good at it.
[Now it's Wade's turn to scoff-- but the flash of competitive delight in his eyes undercuts any condescension he might be putting on.]
Ohoho, he's gettin' feisty now. That's good, that's good. You're gonna wanna keep that energy up when we go our fourth or fifth round, believe you me.
[He indicates the entrance of the arcade with his head.]
What say we cut the foreplay and get to it, huh? We're burnin' daylight out here.
Ohoho, he's gettin' feisty now. That's good, that's good. You're gonna wanna keep that energy up when we go our fourth or fifth round, believe you me.
[He indicates the entrance of the arcade with his head.]
What say we cut the foreplay and get to it, huh? We're burnin' daylight out here.
[Fourth...or fifth round. He's not sure he'll go that far — not because he can't — but because of an issue he's remembering now that they're getting ready to do this. That awful "empathy bond" as they call it.
He's about ready to interject the bravado and ask how he...gets around that when Wade is gesturing inside the loud, obnoxiously brightly lit building with all the strange colors pulsing and flashing about.
His brows furrow.]
In there?
He's about ready to interject the bravado and ask how he...gets around that when Wade is gesturing inside the loud, obnoxiously brightly lit building with all the strange colors pulsing and flashing about.
His brows furrow.]
In there?
[Wade quirks an incredulous eyebrow.]
Yeah in there. Kinda the whole point of this little get-together, know what I mean? Unless you're scared you're gonna cry when I spank you in front of all these people.
[The gauntlet thrown down, Wade grins an altogether impishly provoking grin, turns on his heel and disappears into the arcade.]
Yeah in there. Kinda the whole point of this little get-together, know what I mean? Unless you're scared you're gonna cry when I spank you in front of all these people.
[The gauntlet thrown down, Wade grins an altogether impishly provoking grin, turns on his heel and disappears into the arcade.]
[Luckily by the time Fenris flushes with indignation Wade is already heading into the arcade. The gall of this fool. He has half a mind to turn on his own heel and leave. And yet he's pissed enough by a sense of damaged pride and offense to follow Wade into the arcade.
When he enters his feet flex, feeling the vibrations of the loud and upbeat music (is that what you even call this noise) and the people all around...mostly...young people. When he catches up with Wade again he's completely baffled.]
Now you listen—
[HE HAS TO DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!]
When he enters his feet flex, feeling the vibrations of the loud and upbeat music (is that what you even call this noise) and the people all around...mostly...young people. When he catches up with Wade again he's completely baffled.]
Now you listen—
[HE HAS TO DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!]
Very well.
[He'll be there in five minutes, thank you very much. Whether or not she's fully to be trusted, it won't do good to look like a fearful kitten when going to meet with people. There's being cautious and then there's being frightened. An emotion many would attempt to take advantage of once they think you're weak.
Does he think Shinobu has a reason to trick him? Not particularly. It seems, in these conditions, that it would be foolish. But that doesn't mean he lets his guard down.
When he walks into the kitchen he does so fairly casually, considering, though there's an ever present stiffness to his shoulders that doesn't go away regardless of who he's speaking or meeting with.]
[He'll be there in five minutes, thank you very much. Whether or not she's fully to be trusted, it won't do good to look like a fearful kitten when going to meet with people. There's being cautious and then there's being frightened. An emotion many would attempt to take advantage of once they think you're weak.
Does he think Shinobu has a reason to trick him? Not particularly. It seems, in these conditions, that it would be foolish. But that doesn't mean he lets his guard down.
When he walks into the kitchen he does so fairly casually, considering, though there's an ever present stiffness to his shoulders that doesn't go away regardless of who he's speaking or meeting with.]
[ there's no reason for her to trick him for nefarious purposes, not when they're all in the same boat, so to speak. but as many have told her, and as she has learned over the years, trust is always earned rather than given. no one said she couldn't have a little fun here and there, though.
but anyway, as he walks into the kitchen, he will first be hit with the smell of tea and cookies baking. there's not very much variety in the way of ingredients, so it's less elaborate than the treats she would make at home, but she makes do with what they currently have. he'll find her seated next to the oven sipping from a mug of tea, glancing over her shoulder when he comes in. ]
Ah, you're early. I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a moment, there's still a couple minutes left before they're ready.
but anyway, as he walks into the kitchen, he will first be hit with the smell of tea and cookies baking. there's not very much variety in the way of ingredients, so it's less elaborate than the treats she would make at home, but she makes do with what they currently have. he'll find her seated next to the oven sipping from a mug of tea, glancing over her shoulder when he comes in. ]
Ah, you're early. I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a moment, there's still a couple minutes left before they're ready.
[What, you don’t like dubstep?
In any case, Wade is not listening. Wade is, in fact, maneuvering around the crowds and corners like a bloodhound that’s just caught the scent, looking strangely at home surrounded by the various machines with flashing lights and the various cacophony of chimes and beeps. It's almost as if he expects Fenris to keep pace behind him.
He eventually slows to a stop as a trio of machines come into view, set at angles against the wall with numbered rings set into the inclines. Wade bends down and reaches into a chamber at the base of one of the machines, bringing out a small spherical object. He grins at Fenris's approach.]
Oh, man... so glad they've still got Skee-Ball in this world, you have no idea.
In any case, Wade is not listening. Wade is, in fact, maneuvering around the crowds and corners like a bloodhound that’s just caught the scent, looking strangely at home surrounded by the various machines with flashing lights and the various cacophony of chimes and beeps. It's almost as if he expects Fenris to keep pace behind him.
He eventually slows to a stop as a trio of machines come into view, set at angles against the wall with numbered rings set into the inclines. Wade bends down and reaches into a chamber at the base of one of the machines, bringing out a small spherical object. He grins at Fenris's approach.]
Oh, man... so glad they've still got Skee-Ball in this world, you have no idea.
[He's not listening.
Fenris gears himself up to speak again, being careful to avoid brushing up against anyone and doing a good job of it. While for Wade it's from a sense of familiarity, for Fenris it's from decades of skillfully maneuvering around people to avoid as much physical contact as possible.
Once they make it to the machines Fenris' confusion goes from an angry one to just...regular confusion. He stares at the row of machines and the numbered rings, then the ball in Wade's hands, then back to the machines which appear to have holes in them. Some balls...into some holes....]
Oh.
[Oh.
Fenris' features scrunch up as he glares at Wade, his ears twitching in irritation before flattening in embarrassment.]
You could stand to be more clear next time! I thought—
[—No. No, he's definitely not going to say that.]
...that you were talking about a different game. I haven't a clue what this is.
[For the first time Fenris seems a bit smaller, even if only by a fraction. It doesn't help that his confusion only grows instead of dissipates — did Wade ask him here to play a gods damned game? Why???]
Fenris gears himself up to speak again, being careful to avoid brushing up against anyone and doing a good job of it. While for Wade it's from a sense of familiarity, for Fenris it's from decades of skillfully maneuvering around people to avoid as much physical contact as possible.
Once they make it to the machines Fenris' confusion goes from an angry one to just...regular confusion. He stares at the row of machines and the numbered rings, then the ball in Wade's hands, then back to the machines which appear to have holes in them. Some balls...into some holes....]
Oh.
[Oh.
Fenris' features scrunch up as he glares at Wade, his ears twitching in irritation before flattening in embarrassment.]
You could stand to be more clear next time! I thought—
[—No. No, he's definitely not going to say that.]
...that you were talking about a different game. I haven't a clue what this is.
[For the first time Fenris seems a bit smaller, even if only by a fraction. It doesn't help that his confusion only grows instead of dissipates — did Wade ask him here to play a gods damned game? Why???]
isn't giving your kids sugar, like, the last thing a dad is supposed to do? oh wait
[Simon realizes that this is better said in person... To the person... He is currently sharing a janky ass hobo residence with.
He knocks on the cloth barrier between them, urgently.]
Are you seein' this too? I mean, what is with this guy...
[Simon realizes that this is better said in person... To the person... He is currently sharing a janky ass hobo residence with.
He knocks on the cloth barrier between them, urgently.]
Are you seein' this too? I mean, what is with this guy...
[Luckily Fenris isn't sleeping, because most of the time he just...doesn't. Especially not with someone so nearby, whether he trusts him or not. Besides, someone has to keep watch.
And yes, he did indeed see the post, though he chose not to comment on it.
His tone is dry, though what he says is...a genuine attempt at trying to understand.]
Perhaps they just want a kind father figure.
And yes, he did indeed see the post, though he chose not to comment on it.
His tone is dry, though what he says is...a genuine attempt at trying to understand.]
Perhaps they just want a kind father figure.
Yeah, somehow? I'm not buyin' that one.
[Cue a quick glance from Simon who is... Bad at people but not missing that beat. Daddy issues, much? Maybe. It would explain some of the crankiness.]
Okay, so!
[For someone who supposedly doesn't trust adults, Simon seems markedly comfortable around Fenris. Maybe it was the fact that the other hadn't been too shaken up about Simon's awful behavior during their first meeting, or maybe it was the fact that he was a really cool elf man who could do impressive Fight Stuff.]
I think I've got it narrowed down to a few hypotheses. The first being-
[Goddamn you, Kavinksy and your utter shamelessness?]
Maybe it's some kinda slang for the head of a pharmaceutical company? Sugar is a compound that can be easily constructed in most laboratory settings, and... It is like, one of the most basic of basic compounds, so... I guess that makes sense?
[Simon utters a confused murmur. Whimper-murmur. A somewhat unintelligible noise.]
But then why the parental metaphor...?
[Cue a quick glance from Simon who is... Bad at people but not missing that beat. Daddy issues, much? Maybe. It would explain some of the crankiness.]
Okay, so!
[For someone who supposedly doesn't trust adults, Simon seems markedly comfortable around Fenris. Maybe it was the fact that the other hadn't been too shaken up about Simon's awful behavior during their first meeting, or maybe it was the fact that he was a really cool elf man who could do impressive Fight Stuff.]
I think I've got it narrowed down to a few hypotheses. The first being-
[Goddamn you, Kavinksy and your utter shamelessness?]
Maybe it's some kinda slang for the head of a pharmaceutical company? Sugar is a compound that can be easily constructed in most laboratory settings, and... It is like, one of the most basic of basic compounds, so... I guess that makes sense?
[Simon utters a confused murmur. Whimper-murmur. A somewhat unintelligible noise.]
But then why the parental metaphor...?
[Fortunately for Fenris, Wade doesn't seem to catch on that he's having a sudden realization of what this little get-together really entails. His grin is as unwavering and cocksure as ever, and he tosses the skee-ball lightly in one hand as he approaches the other man again.]
Don't worry, I'll teach ya the basics. Don't wanna unfairly beat your ass at this, right? It'd be like challenging my grandma to a judo fight. Which I don't recommend by the way-- she utterly wrecked my shit.
[He tosses the ball in the air again, making sure that Fenris's gaze is upon it before he continues.]
Now, you're gonna wanna toss this ball-- [here he points to rings]-- hard enough to make it in one of those little holes in there. The bigger rings are the easiest and give you the least amount of points, the smaller ones are harder to hit but give you the most points. 'Specially that one right there.
[He points to the rings on the top corners with the numbers "100" emblazoned on them.]
You good? That enough of a tutorial for ya?
Don't worry, I'll teach ya the basics. Don't wanna unfairly beat your ass at this, right? It'd be like challenging my grandma to a judo fight. Which I don't recommend by the way-- she utterly wrecked my shit.
[He tosses the ball in the air again, making sure that Fenris's gaze is upon it before he continues.]
Now, you're gonna wanna toss this ball-- [here he points to rings]-- hard enough to make it in one of those little holes in there. The bigger rings are the easiest and give you the least amount of points, the smaller ones are harder to hit but give you the most points. 'Specially that one right there.
[He points to the rings on the top corners with the numbers "100" emblazoned on them.]
You good? That enough of a tutorial for ya?
[It's fortunate for him that people here don't seem that used to elves, so he likely doesn't need to worry so much that his ears are the only thing betraying his embarrassment as they remain flat against his head. Though that doesn't stop him from forcefully willing them back to their previous position, which works well enough.
He doesn't exactly catch every word Wade says as he's still taken aback by confusion and mortification, but he gets the gist of it. Balls in holes, right, he won't be forgetting that one any time soon. And while numbers are absolutely foreign to him the ring formation and Wade's explanation are enough for him to understand.
Well, he's here. And at the end of the day this is still a time waster and he still needs to see if he can remember anything from being around Wade.]
I believe I understand.
[He holds out his hand for the ball — he wants to go first, thank you very much.]
He doesn't exactly catch every word Wade says as he's still taken aback by confusion and mortification, but he gets the gist of it. Balls in holes, right, he won't be forgetting that one any time soon. And while numbers are absolutely foreign to him the ring formation and Wade's explanation are enough for him to understand.
Well, he's here. And at the end of the day this is still a time waster and he still needs to see if he can remember anything from being around Wade.]
I believe I understand.
[He holds out his hand for the ball — he wants to go first, thank you very much.]
[Quite frankly, Simon has already lost Fenris. A compound in a laboratory? The only labs he has ever seen and been in weren't housing sugar.
He huffs, because that's what he does when he doesn't understand things. It's frustrating.]
I'm sure it's something utterly foolish. [So if anything he guesses after this is wrong, he can almost be certain that's correct.] If they're not looking for a kind father figure or some kind of...sugar artisan...perhaps it is slang for something illegal.
[Illegal things always have stupid names.]
He huffs, because that's what he does when he doesn't understand things. It's frustrating.]
I'm sure it's something utterly foolish. [So if anything he guesses after this is wrong, he can almost be certain that's correct.] If they're not looking for a kind father figure or some kind of...sugar artisan...perhaps it is slang for something illegal.
[Illegal things always have stupid names.]
Oh, hey, now that you mention it...
[Simon's nose scrunches up into a little ball.]
He did try to sell me drugs once... Oh, oh, I got it!
[He is... A little Too Proud of the conclusion he's come to.]
A supplier! He's looking for a supplier, of course! That would explain all the coded chemistry nonsense...
It all makes sense now! That's gotta be it.
[Simon's nose scrunches up into a little ball.]
He did try to sell me drugs once... Oh, oh, I got it!
[He is... A little Too Proud of the conclusion he's come to.]
A supplier! He's looking for a supplier, of course! That would explain all the coded chemistry nonsense...
It all makes sense now! That's gotta be it.
[Being "hit" with the scent of tea and cookies can almost be a literal statement with how it feels when it registers — with the way he stops in his steps, tilts his chin up by mere inches, nostrils flaring briefly to take in more of the smell. He gets lost for a moment in an earlier time, small, feet against stone as he watches the baker with half hopeful eyes. She rolls her eyes at him and huffs as if put off, but still outstretches a hand hand filled with a small pastry. Her gaze is hardened and stern, telling him that he better keep quiet without actually verbalizing it.
His reaction is momentarily delayed, but he eventually walks further into the kitchen, less tense than he had been seconds ago as he leans against the counter and crosses his arms.]
I've nowhere to be.
His reaction is momentarily delayed, but he eventually walks further into the kitchen, less tense than he had been seconds ago as he leans against the counter and crosses his arms.]
I've nowhere to be.
[Eager to show off, is he? Wade grins in response, tossing the ball gently in the air so that Fenris can easily catch it-- he'd always meant for him to go first anyway, as a general courtesy.]
By all means... go right ahead, pal. Show me your stuff.
[He takes a few steps back, watching Fenris with no shortage of glee. Is he gonna play it safe and lob it underhand or try to go for the straight fastball and try to get it into the hole with the most points? Either way, this is gonna be fun to watch.]
By all means... go right ahead, pal. Show me your stuff.
[He takes a few steps back, watching Fenris with no shortage of glee. Is he gonna play it safe and lob it underhand or try to go for the straight fastball and try to get it into the hole with the most points? Either way, this is gonna be fun to watch.]
[Fenris catches the ball, immediately tosses it up once or twice to get a feel for the weight of it, giving the skeeball a critical stare. Sure, it's a game, but Fenris has a competitive streak and doesn't like to do things half assed.
He doesn't eye the highest scoring hole. He's new to the game so instead, while aiming high, he sets up a line of sight for the forty mark just as he's getting a feel for the game. His fingers curl around the ball, testing how tightly he can hold it before the markings on his palm become too irritated
Maybe he should have considered the fact that he's playing a game, and that maybe he should be careful throwing with the very arms that weird greatswords daily, that hold his entire body up when he's being tossed cliffside, with hands that have squeezed the life out of many. But no, instead he readies himself and throws with the strength of someone throwing for their life. The ball indeed makes it into the forty hole with a loud thump, but in its force it immediately bounces back out, hits the plastic ceiling above, and rooooolls back down the ramp...]
...Is that supposed to happen?
[That better count!]
He doesn't eye the highest scoring hole. He's new to the game so instead, while aiming high, he sets up a line of sight for the forty mark just as he's getting a feel for the game. His fingers curl around the ball, testing how tightly he can hold it before the markings on his palm become too irritated
Maybe he should have considered the fact that he's playing a game, and that maybe he should be careful throwing with the very arms that weird greatswords daily, that hold his entire body up when he's being tossed cliffside, with hands that have squeezed the life out of many. But no, instead he readies himself and throws with the strength of someone throwing for their life. The ball indeed makes it into the forty hole with a loud thump, but in its force it immediately bounces back out, hits the plastic ceiling above, and rooooolls back down the ramp...]
...Is that supposed to happen?
[That better count!]
[Wade figured what Fenris was up to before he even let the ball fly-- the position of his legs and the determination on his face gave him away. Doesn't make it any less funny to see him utterly whip the ball into the hole with all the speed and force of a freight train. Wade's voice is strained in an attempt to hold back his laughter.]
...Might wanna go a little softer next time, Roger Clemens. You're not lookin' to break any world records here-- it's just a game of Skee-Ball. Look, see?
[He points up at the scoreboard, which is still displaying a big fat goose egg.]
I'd say you won points for scarin' the shit outta the machine, but maybe try to get the ball fully in the hole next time, yeah?
...Might wanna go a little softer next time, Roger Clemens. You're not lookin' to break any world records here-- it's just a game of Skee-Ball. Look, see?
[He points up at the scoreboard, which is still displaying a big fat goose egg.]
I'd say you won points for scarin' the shit outta the machine, but maybe try to get the ball fully in the hole next time, yeah?
My name is Fenris.
[As his brusque correction indicates, he doesn't understand your references, Wade!!
He glares at the scoreboard as if it has the audacity to not give him any points, before he looks up at Wade and gestures to the infernal machine.]
Go.
[Now determined, he wants the other to take his turn so that he can properly study the apparently correct way to throw the stupid ball in the damned hole and apply that to his own game!
He is fully leaning into that competitiveness now.]
[As his brusque correction indicates, he doesn't understand your references, Wade!!
He glares at the scoreboard as if it has the audacity to not give him any points, before he looks up at Wade and gestures to the infernal machine.]
Go.
[Now determined, he wants the other to take his turn so that he can properly study the apparently correct way to throw the stupid ball in the damned hole and apply that to his own game!
He is fully leaning into that competitiveness now.]
Just a joke, pal. You really need to loosen up a little, y'know?
[Wade saunters over to the machine and plucks up the ball, tossing it up in the air a few times.]
Seriously, that's probably why your game is off-- too much tension in the shoulders, or whatever. Probably good for cuttin' heads offa mooks, but not so much with games like these. Y'need a little less strength and a little more finesse, know what I'm sayin'?
[Wade doesn't give any warning, pivoting back on one foot and tossing the ball at the backboard. It sails perfectly into the 100 point hole, the scoreboard lighting up as it registers Wade's throw. Wade shrugs nonchalantly in response, but there's no mistaking the smug quirk of his lips.]
See? It's all in the wrist. Gotta keep that shit supple. Like the song about the deaf, dumb and blind kid bein' a pinball wizard. Forget what it's called.
[Wade saunters over to the machine and plucks up the ball, tossing it up in the air a few times.]
Seriously, that's probably why your game is off-- too much tension in the shoulders, or whatever. Probably good for cuttin' heads offa mooks, but not so much with games like these. Y'need a little less strength and a little more finesse, know what I'm sayin'?
[Wade doesn't give any warning, pivoting back on one foot and tossing the ball at the backboard. It sails perfectly into the 100 point hole, the scoreboard lighting up as it registers Wade's throw. Wade shrugs nonchalantly in response, but there's no mistaking the smug quirk of his lips.]
See? It's all in the wrist. Gotta keep that shit supple. Like the song about the deaf, dumb and blind kid bein' a pinball wizard. Forget what it's called.
Edited 2021-03-28 00:03 (UTC)
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