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[Action-— 341 Brady]
[Ky notices that his magic has been sealed as soon as he wakes up; that and the completely unfamiliar surroundings lead him to believe he’s been kidnapped. Why kidnappers would bother to change his clothes, though, was a mystery, as was why they would leave him unguarded and unrestrained. Even unarmed and without magic, it was foolish to assume he wouldn’t make trouble.]

[Like any good ex-cop, he’s up and out of the bed to assess the extent of the situation in no time.]

[Action-— around town]
[He’s wandering around trying to look like he’s not completely at a loss, though considering the way he stops and boggles at things like cars and telephone lines, he’s not doing a very good job. He also frowns to himself every time he sees a street sign, and seems to be looking for something specific. Help the poor guy out?]

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[The papers on the desk seem to be filled with arithmetic equations, essays scrawled in poor handwriting (note many red marks on them), and handouts- school papers.]

[Luckily, being that he lived with Sol in the wilderness most his life, even the slight sense of a presence nearby stirs him awake-- he suddenly rolls over and sits up with a start, crackling slightly.] --Who's'ere?

[He does not expect what he sees.]

Sin.

[It's a greeting, but with a fair amount of caution-- he looks puzzled for a second that Sin has access to his powers, but he'll worry about that later-- and just kind of]

[stands like the awkward daddy he is]

[c-cough]

[Blinks blearily at]

[And then lunges at!! \( /AÓ)/]

This some kinda stupid joke!?

[well he expected Sin to not react... pleasantly but this wasn't what he was expecting at all]

What--

[what'd he do this time 9n9 he doesn't know why they're here either!!!]

[Sin's already on top of him, one hand holding him down by the throat and knees shoved into his stomach, crackling threateningly with that curled lip of disgust he picked up off of Sol at some point.]

No more tricks. Who're you really?

What are you talking about? [he coughs out, a hand going to the one around his throat automatically, even if he hesitates to take further action-- not that he could if he wanted to, at least not with magic]

[Sin growls and presses more on his throat- no absence of his overgrown strength.] Don't screw around with me, fake! You some kinda drone? Or just some asshole playing tricks?

[He starts struggling then, trying to relieve some of the pressure on his (very human, thank you) neck.] Sin, get the hell off!

[He's almost taken aback by the forwardness of the statement coming from Ky, and snarls a bit more, though he looks hesitant.]

Prove it.

[He frowns up at Sin like he's a crazy person, tugging insistently on the hand on his throat.]

If my magic weren't sealed, I would.

[so get off =n=]

[He grins- smugly- and finally pushes off, though he keeps standing, almost lording, over him- he quite likes the look of Ky on the ground.]

...Bastard. The hell are you doing here. [His stare downward remains filled with contempt.]

I'd like to know that myself.

[well that's too bad because he starts to sit up as soon as Sin gets out of the way]

What are we doing here? [and why do you seem to know so much more about this and not think this is strange]

[The smugness only increases in response to Ky's question.] You want information, huh...

Seems t' me like that's your problem.. [He mutters, glaring as he stands- at least still taller than Ky. ~~More so since Ky doesn't have his stripper heels and Sin does eue~~]

[yes yes Sin gets to dress like a gay pirate and Ky is in 50s pajamas]

[He frowns in that way parents do when their children are just not getting along and they don't understaaaand]

Sin, where are we?

[He frowns bitterly, but scoffs. Whatever, he'll just find it out later, so...]

...It's called Mayfield. It's in A-Country. 's all we really know, far as 'where'.

We're in A-Country?

[how the hell did they even get there...]

Do we know why?

Who knows? We can't leave, and the whole place is super shady. Didja see the lady in this house? She's basically no more than a Gear- meatsack with no mind of its own.

Anyway, the place isn't really important, it's when. It's the ancient age.

[He flops back onto his bed.] There's shitty blacktech everywhere.

[He's frowning at all of this, because none of it makes sense!! But first, something that's been bugging him-- it's possible that Sin woke up earlier, explored a bit, and came back to sleep, but it's... Sin, so probably not...]

You've had time to see all of this?

Been here for a while, so yeah.

[Duh, Ky!! e^e]

...I just saw you.

[he almost says 'at home' but]

[Sin shrugs] Then time's playing tricks, I guess. [He pauses for a moment, then screws up his face as if something he doesn't like just occurred to him.]

Wait, wait, wait. The hell're you doing in here?

[Sin that makes literally zero sense]

I thought I heard noise coming from this room, so I went in to check.

[No you!!!]

No, why're you here. In this house.

...Aw, crap, don't tell me... [He half scowls, half grimaces as he rolls up and stomps heavily to glance at one of the horrible, staged "family photos" hanging in the hallway. Sure enough, Ky was now there.]

I don't know.

[Sin we've gone over this he has no clue why they're here!!]

[but he follows Sin curiously to see what he's all pissy about and--]

What is--?

[who are these people in the photo <6n6>]

[also he probably has exactly 0 photos of Sin normally, this is pretty sad]

...Tch.

[He tosses a nasty glance over his shoulder before stomping back to his room to grab his tubetop and buckle it on.] I don't wanna deal wit'this right now.

[Stupid Ky in my stupid house!!]

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