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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 29, 2008 22:26:40 GMT -5
Suzume's eyes seemed to become a shade darker and she backed away from Brandon in a manner that made it seem that perhaps Brandon was some form of 'unclean' and she looked towards Breen, "If you believe I fear you in any meaning of the word, you are sadly mistaken. And if you wish to fight me with me in my own flesh with my own blood with which to spill, there's no better time than the present. I am the girl and the girl is me, Tsubame is present as well, but I very much doubt you care about her." Ouwashi enjoyed the moments when she managed to take control, she could feel life and breath in her lungs, the only problem at the current moment was that vile boy and the demon killer who thought himself so holy. She wouldn't even bother herself with the boy, he was weak and pathetic, merely an annoyance.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 1, 2008 19:12:46 GMT -5
"What you talkin' 'bout, Suzume?" Brandon said in a Gary Coleman-esque voice. He was unaware of Suzume's mental situation at the moment, and it wasn't surprising.
"You are about as much Suzume as that boy is Satan," Breen said in that Breen-ly way every had come to love over the years...okay, so nobody really loved the arrogant smart-mouthing that was the trademark of a minorly annoyed Breen. "You are no mere multiple personality, scum. You have no true home except for the hellfire where you will burn," Breen said.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 1, 2008 20:40:59 GMT -5
"Then tell me, Breen..." she smiled, her eyes seeming to grow darker by the moment, an attack becoming more and more expected as the seconds past before the pigment of her eyes shot back to thier normal placid turquoise, despite the chill of death that clung to the air.
"What am I?" the words were whispered, the cold breath could probably be fealt on Breen's neck as the words were placed in his ear, it wasn't telepathic, it was as if Ouwashi was actually there.
Suzume looked towards Brandon, her eyes wide, but she didn't get to say anything before she collapsed as if she had just been hit by an NFL player, falling to the ground miserably, coughing up sticky black liquid, her eyes shut tight. Ouwashi wasn't able to separate herself from Suzume for long before being pulled back, and when she was pulled back, it was a rather miserable experience for Suzume. She looked up towards Breen, "Please don't talk to her again, don't make her angry..." her voice was pleading, she didn't like it when Ouwashi spoke, which was mainly why she tried to speak for her most of the time, it kept scary and painful things from happening. She slowly wrapped her arms around Brandon's legs to keep him from leaving, as if he was some strong pillar here who she had complete and full confidence in, he would be able to fight anything, because he was the second bravest person in the entire school.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 1, 2008 23:28:04 GMT -5
"You are a stain," Breen responded, face serious as ever. "And I am the cleanser," he said to Ouwashi. As Ouwashi retreated back into the girl and she began to cough up some sticky substance, Breen put his hand behind Suzume's ear. Breen produced a handkerchiefs, and handed it to Suzume. "Need a hanky?" he asked in that cunning way that all demons seemed to have that just made you trust them completely.
"If Ouwashi comes back I'll give her the old one-two!" Brandon said, punching at the air as if boxing. Really, the punches would have been strong enough to somewhat crinkle a paper bag, but what were you going to do?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 2, 2008 1:41:14 GMT -5
Suzume looked up at Brandon, admiring his bravery, the thought that it in fact was very likely to be stupidity never occurred to her, and upon the appearance of a handkerchief she nodded, wiping the inky black liquid from her face, she spit into the handkerchief as well, not caring how completely un-classy the action looked. She wanted to get the nasty River Styx water out of her mouth, it tasted bad, really bad... like death. She didn't know what to do with it though, so she just clutched it in her hand, "Brandon... I think we can trust Bree." She said confidently, she honestly couldn't think of anything Breen could possibly do or had done that would make her ever think not to trust him or the sort. She moved her hug from Brandon's ankles to hugging Breen instead. Suzume didn't think any danger in hugging a demon who's sole purpose in life was to kill other demons, meanwhile Suzume was a fox demon. The concept that Breen would hurt anyone that wasn't a complete and total meanyface was rediculous, and Suzume was pretty sure that she wasn't a complete and total meanyface. Hugs made everyone happier... on that thought, "Brandon! Join the huuug!" she pleaded, opening one arm from the hug so Brandon could get in there for a group hug. The idea that Brandon might not want to hug Breen or vice versa never entered her pretty little kitsune mind, and was likely never to.
Unfortunately, Mango was forced from her spot thanks to the hug, which was something Mango found rather disturbing, normally it would probably have tried to get it's shoulder back, but no. Injuring Breen was one of those things it was almost so suddenly physically incapable of doing, instead it just stood on the ground, looking up at everyone nervously, needing to get back to Suzume's shoulder, lest something bad happen, it twittered angrily, feathers ruffled to make itself look big and scary, even though it was just a little sparrow bird.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 2, 2008 14:23:08 GMT -5
"He's not one of 'Them'...is he?" Brandon said with eyes that appeared as if he had just uttered a taboo punishable by some cruel and unusual torment. The stranger called 'Bree' with the empty eyes sure came at him as suspicious, considering that he was somewhat of a living paradox. Brandon was aware of these contradictions.
Box and Pocket were still discussing the meaning of the complexities of modern science, eventually arriving at the conclusion that it was the mortal compensation for a thirst to know, and that its purpose wasn't exactly 'necessary'.
Breen bent down a bit and politely took the handkerchief back. He patted it into his fist and made the handkerchief disappear before their very eyes. Well, Breen had been alive (well, technically) for quite some time, and magic was quite the interesting hobby to take up. "I'm not sure who this 'Them' is that you are referring to," Breen said to Brandon, actually confused.
"Then you must be part of 'Us'!" Brandon said and joined in on a group hug, something that Breen may have seemed to enjoy on the outside, he disdained on the inside.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 2, 2008 16:22:52 GMT -5
Suzume was glad that everyone was becoming friends, it made life much easier and simple. Bree and Brandon would be friends and then they could all be happy, hugs made everyone happy, like that Rell person. Rell didn't show that he was happy, but Suzume had faith that he was just oodles of sunflowers and rainbows on the inside, happy bunnies dancing through his mind. Yes, Suzume was sure of it. Suzume looked from Brandon to Bree, "So we're all friends?" she asked, already formulating a secret handshake in her mind, and then with the combination of thier handshake and uber friendship, they could take over the woooorrrllld...
no wait, wrong show. Nevermind.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 2, 2008 16:40:30 GMT -5
"Si Senora!" Brandon said with a large smile upon his face. "And will you help with 'Our' everlasting struggle against 'Them'?" he asked Breen and Suzume, bringing the atmosphere to one of seriousness.
Breen didn't answer. Well, guess you could say that Breen didn't have/make friends, for reasons that most likely would only make sense in the strange demon demon-slayer's mind. All he had was allies, and those he didn't consider allies or enemies were neutral; they were just there. Then there was Suzume, of course. She was an objective. Don't let her die was the game, and there were a ton of opposing players for what he guessed, one namely being Lucifer.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 2, 2008 19:48:23 GMT -5
"What? Of course I'm against 'Them,' why wouldn't I?" Suzume inquired, not being fluent in Spanish, so therefore inherently confused about the first part of the statement. "And Bree! Are you friends, or not?" She asked, genuinely worried that perhaps Breen would say no. She poked him in the shoulder, trying to provoke him into talking, because in all honesty, when Breen didn't talk, she got a little worried.
Mango, upon the realization that now Brandon was crowding around one of Suzume's shoulders, the bird took to flight and clawed at Brandon's face with it's little songbird-esque claws, not really intimidating. The birds wings flapped wildly as it tried to force Brandon away so it could assume it's rightful place on Suzume's shoulder.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 2, 2008 20:26:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, friends," Breen said. In Breen's mind, friend meant objective, neutral, or ally; just everything beside enemy. At least, that was what he taught himself over time.
"Meep!" Brandon said as the sparrow began to attack him. He wildly flailed his hands around as he attempted to drive off the feral beast. "Help me!" he yelled as he continued to reel back and swat his hands. "Bad Mango!" he yelled as if disciplining a dog.
Breen whistled to the bird, signaling it to stop in some unknown way. It was just as if it were to know. He moved his head in a nonchalant motion to tell it to stay on Suzume's shoulder.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 2, 2008 22:07:36 GMT -5
Suzume looked as Mango perched on her shoulder, the bird was suddenly very calm and it looked towards Breen, perfectly quiet and tilting the side of it's head ever so slightly. "Brandon, are you okay?" she asked, seriously worried for Brandon. "Mango isn't normally like that, but I think she didn't want to be separated from my shoulder too long." she explained, trying to keep anything bad from happening to Mango, it was her birdy and the thought of Mango getting hurt or anything wasn't a happy thought.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 3, 2008 14:53:33 GMT -5
Brandon cowered behind Breen, nursing some small scratches on his face. He peeked out from behind Breen's legs to see the Demon Bird before he went back to his hiding place. "Demon Bird! DEMON BIRD!" Brandon yelled as he frantically looked for some holy water.
Breen was resisting the urge to say, 'You've got no idea', but restrained himself so that the bird's cover wouldn't be blown. That would be bad; it was his all seeing eye on Suzume, his objective. Breen turned around and pushed the scrawny boy back over towards Suzume, not too fond of being used as a shield. "Right, like Suzume said, just don't get on Suzume's shoulder," he said.
Brandon's eyes looked up at Suzume in pleading, as if begging her not to sick the Demon Bird on him again.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 3, 2008 18:00:15 GMT -5
Suzume half wondered when Brandon suddenly got the need to be looking up to her, but she shook her head, "Mango isn't a demon! Mango just likes her place, I guess... she bites me if I try to move her sometimes... she nodded in an almost scholarly manner. She looked up at Breen, "D'you think that Mango might be sick or something?" she asked, petting the bird on her shoulder and looking back and forth from Breen to Brandon, not wanting to make it seem like she was ignoring either of them it was a hard job, for sure, but she didn't want to seem rude at all.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 3, 2008 21:03:06 GMT -5
Brandon still cowered in fear of Mango, like a victim in a horror movie that should run away but doesn't right when the murderer comes in. He knew he should cower behind some cover, but he felt like his legs were cemented to the ground. The Demon Bird was watching him...
Dun Dun Dunnnnnnnnnnn...
"I don't think so, but a check-up never hurt anyone now does it?" Breen said still with that cunning reassurance in his voice. "Or we could just ask Mango," the demon said.
"Do you feel sick?" he asked the bird, getting eye level with the being by bending his knees. He just stared at the bird, not really doing anything magical or otherwise.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 4, 2008 17:59:41 GMT -5
Mango tilted it's head to the side in the same manner that one might picture a puppy responding and she chirped, not daring to take it's eyes off Breen. Breen had spoken and it didn't dare avert it's attention to anything else. It just waited silently for permission to move... at all. The little bird's breathing slowed down ever so slightly as it stood in a waking hibernation.
Suzume was worried that Brandon would leave... but then a thought occurred to her that was nigh amazing, "Brandon... can you read?" she asked, she didn't know if it was a bad question or not, she thought she was at a school of some sorts, so it was likely that the older kids knew how to read... and Suzume wanted to learn that. All the important people knew how to read and Suzume wanted to know how, because she wanted to be important someday.
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