Fourth Flame

[mr_badguy]

[Sol has been droned for a few weeks now. Waking up today is somewhat harder than usual. What had happened? Frustration was the only thing he felt. There's a pause before he picks the phone up.]

The hell's been going on? It fucking sucks to lose three weeks of your goddamn life... [He sighs.]

If you need me, you'll have to find me. [He slams the receiver down.]

Comments

[kyrannical]

[he's a little clumsy with the phone because what is technology, but he definitely heard that]

Sol?

[so remember how you were feeling frustrated before?]

[hahahahaha]

[mr_badguy]

[WELL. This day just keeps getting better, doesn't it?]

...

You're finally here, boy scout. [That voice says "at least you're not Axl."]

[kyrannical]

[this is obviously the BEST DAY who would ever think otherwise]

It looks like I'm late again.

[he smiles briefly to himself, but lets it drop pretty quickly]

Where are you?

[mr_badguy]

You're usually the one on time, too.

[He pauses, debating on whether or not to give him a straight answer.]

Somewhere you aren't. [Grumpy, as always.]

[kyrannical]

I'll have to make it up to everyone.

...I've noticed. [somehow thank you Badguy]

[mr_badguy]

You'll have to find me if you want to talk to me.

[bleuflag]

[SUDDENLY! There's the crackly sound of someone else picking up one of the other receivers in the house, and in the most disdainful tone he can summon, Sin drawls:]

The old man lives next to ma.

[SOMEONE is still bitter from the last time you spoke! One could just imagine his snotty little smirk. You're welcome, Sol. C:]

[mr_badguy]

[Sol will be having words with sin over this. By "words", I mean "beatings".]

[bleuflag]

[HE'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY, PUNY HUMAN OYAJI]

[mr_badguy]

[These beatings that are owed are piling up for when he gets his gear body back. He's keeping count. :|]

[bleuflag]

[Don't worry, Sin fully expects to be murdered as soon as Sol gets his powers back ( /u`);;]

[mr_badguy]

[He'll never see it coming. >:3]

[kyrannical]

[and then there is a brief silence]

...Thank you, Sin.

[and then he's hanging up GOOD JOB SON]

[mr_badguy]

...

Fuck.

[He'll be waiting outside of his house, though.]

[kyrannical]

[well that's good because it will take him a little while to get over there]

[this town is laid out stupidly, not like the wonderful windy twisty roads of Paris]

[but don't worry he'll show up around that area soon enough]

[mr_badguy]

[Sol makes a face upon seeing his old thorn in his side comrade.]

Cut your hair, you look like a girl.

/slides this in real quick

[bleuflag]

[(Did that tree just crack up into giggles é_e)]

[kyrannical]

[NOBODY ASKED YOU, SIN TREE]

[he frowns, glancing at his hair over his shoulder instinctively]

It's been this length for a while--

[and then he actually looks at Sol]

[it's... pretty weird to see Sol looking so completely different. It's when he gets to Sol's face that he really stops, staring at his eyes before glancing slightly further upward]

--Ah...

[mr_badguy]

Don't look at me like that. You should know by now what this place does. [Ignoring the Sin tree for now. Beatings will happen later. :|]

Looks like your kid is your problem now.

[kyrannical]

Sorry, of course...

[he muses more to himself than to Sol (look it's still weird okay) before shaking himself out of it to deal with the matter immediately at hand]

Sin? ...I believe I owe you an explanation. [aka hahaha you're not dumping him on me]

[mr_badguy]

You do owe me an explanation and I'm done playing dad to him. [He spits on the grass. He is in no mood!]

[kyrannical]

[He seems calmer than he would have before (another 5 years of maturity tends to do that) but he glances back at Sin's shitty hiding place.]

Perhaps we should have this conversation somewhere else.

[mr_badguy]

[He motions to the tree.]

He'll just smash his face against the window like a sad dog if we go inside.

[bleuflag]

[A tiny voice mutters sullenly from behind the tree]

Will not...

[(Yes he will)]

[kyrannical]

[He smiles briefly at that, covering it by clearing his throat.]

Right, well...

[and he can't believe he's going to have to explain all of this again, so he's not really sure where to start]

I... assume you're aware of his... uh, parentage.