realityshifted | 001: awwwwwhere goes.

[Slo-bo's walking. It's a pretty bored, foot-dragging pace, actually, with no real awareness that something's changed. That is, until he starts paying attention to the sound of his footfalls.]

...Tch. [he sniffs, head turning this way and that as he does so.] Nn...That ain't right.

[he stands quiet for a moment longer, listening for those tell-tale city sounds. nope. he grimaces, rolling his shoulders while his hands stay purposefully casual in his pockets. 'i'm not scared!', he's trying to say. he should be trying to say 'where is this?' or 'what's going on?', but that would require asking out for help. he's blind, not helpless.

but now he's just annoyed.]

Frag. [another sniff, slowly starting to saunter again, getting antsier. when his boot taps the faint edge of a building, he stops. reaching out, he feels the wall and the corner, considering. seemed like it was the only one in the area, if his sense of space was right.

...but buildings don't answer questions.

so he punches it. hard. he's grinning at the loud sound of impact and the crumbling of concrete.]

Heh. [nice echo. that'll get someone's attention!]

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Nyeah, I bet y'are. [a loud sniff, clapping his hands dust-free.] Th'frag did th'street go...

There isn't one. The place is made of stars, or... something.

It smells more like oil and the darkness of the void to me.

Some of us don't spend our time with our heads inna oil drum'r some dumb void. [he starts walking, grazing his fingers along the wall for reference.] Nnh. No exhaust r'bodies...'cept yers.

I don't!

Anyway. Why would I lie to a blind person? That's just mean.

[He's guessed as much, considering Slo-bo is... acting like a blind person, touching everything, smelling, etc.]

[Slo-bo stops, shoulders lifting in a bristle. he takes a short step back, snatching loose brick off the wall and hurls it in the direction of the voice. he's got a helluva throw, but no aim at all.]

SHADDAP!

[Axel doesn't even move to dodge. He knows it's not going to hit when the kid throws it.]

... Sorry.

[He actually sounds sincere.]

I guess I put that the wrong way. Wanna start over?

Edited 2010-04-22 23:56 (UTC)

[a growl in his voice.] Just leamme alone if y'got nothin' useful t'say!

I'm trying! You're the one all, "Blah blah blah, I don't believe you"—

[Axel drops from the Plane suddenly. There's not a trace of him, not even the tingle of magic if he had done something like portal out.

He reappears about five seconds later, still talking, but sort of muffled since he's eating a muffin.]

—though there was this one time where I lost my coat inside of a corridor of darkness, that was kind of unfortunate, sort of like when the dryer eats your socks.

Edited 2010-04-23 00:04 (UTC)

[Slo-bo bristles at the sudden change with his disappearing and reappearance. magic. he glowers, digging his fingers back into the punched-out crater he'd made.]

Get lost!

[Axel considers this. Most people would logically run away. Or at least walk away in a cool fashion.

Instead he swallows, looks at the half of his muffin, and then back to Slo-bo.

And produces a second chocolate muffin.]

Muffin?

[growling.] I'll squash you like th'mushy muffin y'are if y'don't go away.

You're a meanie.

Hrnh. Like I give a frag what you think. [skulking along, dragging his fingernails against the wall.]

You sure you don't want a muffin?

[AND AXEL FOLLOWS.]

[Slo-bo just grumbles a reply. he walks the wall until he reaches a corner and drifts away from it, sniffing, not liking what he smells. or...doesn't smell.]

...This is fraggin' stupid. Why drag me around ta places without a point?

It's not me who did it. It's those creepy twins. Once you meet them, they bring you here somehow. Or that's what I've been told.

[irritably:] I didn't meet no fraggin' twins! I left an' I ain't talked to no one!

Maybe it was a woman? Kinda middle-aged, very scientific?

I 'unno! How many fraggin' girls're there in a city? Sheez. Just a dumb store lady.

Well, that was the store. The store of ... destiny.

Welcome to the Plane, kid.

[stopping, tilting his head at the voice and grimacing.]

"Plane", huh. Big whoop. An' I can jus' ignore all this junk if I think ta?

Yeah, for a bit anyway. Just think about home and no one will bug you for a while.

If you stay off too long, though, something will yank you back. Happened to me.

Edited 2010-04-23 01:10 (UTC)