001: awwwwwhere goes.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[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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[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[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?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

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.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

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

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

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

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

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

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

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

Welcome to the Plane, kid.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

[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?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

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.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

Needa home ta think about then, huh. [a sullen snort.] Buncha crap...

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Awwww.]

... Well, wherever you came from. I meant home as in like, general world. I'm not anywhere near home right now either.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

Sure, I'll jus' thinkabout the big chunka space my planet usedta inhabit afore I blew it up. Nice.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[A dark, regretful look passes across Axel's expression. Slo-bo can probably sense the hesitation.]

... Been there, done that.

Where were you before you got here?

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

Some dumb planet fulla dumb stupid people. I don't give a frag about any'a that. [llllllliar.]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Very insightful of you. [He scoffs.]

Well, if you don't want to go back there ever again, I guess you can eat and sleep here, or something. The kitchen restocks itself.

Just don't touch the bar. Bad things will happen to you if you do.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

Hnh! Ain't nothin' happen to me n'less I wannit, y'bastich.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Did you insult me or sneeze? I can't tell.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

Keep it up, funnyman. I'll stomp on that moutha yers.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

I dunno. I'm pretty tall.

[littlestbastich.livejournal.com]

Size ain't nothin'. I fragged bastiches bigger'n you afore.